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inquisitorhotpants: burntcopper: futureevilscientist: optimysticals: uovoc: konec0: sleepyferret: shitfacedanon: dat-soldier: sonnetscrewdriver: dat-soldier: did-you-kno: Source back the fuck up There’s another story that I like about a Chinese general who had to defend a city with only a handful of soldiers from a huge enemy horde that was in all likelihood going to steamroll the place flat within hours of showing up. So when said horde did arrive, they saw the general sitting outside the city’s open gates, drinking tea. The horde sent a couple of emissaries over to see what was what, and the general greeted them cheerfully and invited them all to come and take tea with him. The horde decided that this was a scenario that had “MASSIVE FUCKING TRAP” written all over it in beautiful calligraphy and promptly fucked off. Whoever that general was, he was clearly the Ancient Chinese equivalent of Sam Vimes. did he just invite us over for tea nah man i’m out This just keeps getting better I fucking love history. ok but tbh that story misses a lot of the subtlety of the situation like ok so this story is the Romance of Three Kingdoms, and essentially takes place between Zhuge Liang, resident tactician extraordinaire, and Sima Yi… OTHER resident tactician extraordinaire. The two were both regarded as tactical geniuses and recognized the other as their rival. Zhuge Liang had a reputation for ambushing the SHIT out of his opponents and using the environment to his advantage, thus destroying large armies with a small number of men. Sima Yi (who kind of entered the picture later) was a cautious person whose speciality was unravelling his opponent’s plans before they began. So it was natural that the two would butt heads; however, since Sima Yi tended to have more men and resources, he started winning battles against the former. Which, y’know, kinda sucked. On to the actual story: Zhuge Liang is all like “shit i gotta defend this city with like 10 men.” Literally if he fights ANY kind of battle here, he WILL lose; his only option for survival is not to fight. And that’s looking more and more impossible until he hears that his rival is leading the opposing army. And then he gets this brilliant idea. He basically opens all the gates, sends his men out in civilian clothes to sweep the streets, and sits on top of the gate drinking tea and chilling out and basically makes the whole thing out to be a trap When Sima Yi comes he’s all like “yo come on in bro” and Sima Yi is like “yeah he’s never been that obvious about his traps before. this is definitely a bluff” and he’s about to head in when he realizes wait. he knows that i think he’s bluffing. and so he gets it in his head that maybe, just MAYBE, Zhuge Liang has this cunning plan that will wipe out his army - recall that he has a pretty good handle on what his rival is capable of. And after a long period of deliberation (which is just like “he know that I know that he knows that etc.”), being the cautious man he is, SIma Yi eventually decides to turn his entire army around and leave. Zhuge Liang later points out that the plan was based specifically on the fact that he was facing his rival; if it had been anyone else, there’s no way it would have worked. A dumber or less cautious person would have simply charged in and won without breaking a sweat. and that’s the real genius here: it was a plan formed entirely just to deceive one man, and it worked. Zhuge Liang is the most brilliant, sneaky-ass bastard in history. One time his side’s army was out of arrows, which pretty much meant they were screwed. So Zhuge Liang goes and does the logical thing, which is build a fuck ton of scarecrows and put them all on boats. Then he makes the men hide in the boats and sail them out on the river. Well, that day was super foggy (which Zhuge Liang had predicted. Did I mention he was also a freakishly accurate meteorologist?). So the enemy across the river sees a fleet of boats armed to the teeth with what appears to be half an army of men. They panic! and start firing arrows like crazy. Zhuge Liang lets this play out for a while, then he’s like, ”Ok guys that’s enough.” They calmly turn the boats around and go back to base, where they dismantle the scarecrows and pull out all the enemy’s arrows. Zhuge Liang is legend. I love this post. It just keeps getting better. Like seriously, I would have adored learning about this in World History. If you want to see this in cinematic glory, watch Red Cliff. Especially since it makes Zhuge Liang look like this: Red Cliff is 50% bloody battles and 50% eye candy and about half of that eye-candy is due to Zhuge Liang I fully support watching Red Cliff; it’s gloriously silly entertainment during the battle scenes. Guess what just got moved to the top of my watch list?? :D : inquisitorhotpants: burntcopper: futureevilscientist: optimysticals: uovoc: konec0: sleepyferret: shitfacedanon: dat-soldier: sonnetscrewdriver: dat-soldier: did-you-kno: Source back the fuck up There’s another story that I like about a Chinese general who had to defend a city with only a handful of soldiers from a huge enemy horde that was in all likelihood going to steamroll the place flat within hours of showing up. So when said horde did arrive, they saw the general sitting outside the city’s open gates, drinking tea. The horde sent a couple of emissaries over to see what was what, and the general greeted them cheerfully and invited them all to come and take tea with him. The horde decided that this was a scenario that had “MASSIVE FUCKING TRAP” written all over it in beautiful calligraphy and promptly fucked off. Whoever that general was, he was clearly the Ancient Chinese equivalent of Sam Vimes. did he just invite us over for tea nah man i’m out This just keeps getting better I fucking love history. ok but tbh that story misses a lot of the subtlety of the situation like ok so this story is the Romance of Three Kingdoms, and essentially takes place between Zhuge Liang, resident tactician extraordinaire, and Sima Yi… OTHER resident tactician extraordinaire. The two were both regarded as tactical geniuses and recognized the other as their rival. Zhuge Liang had a reputation for ambushing the SHIT out of his opponents and using the environment to his advantage, thus destroying large armies with a small number of men. Sima Yi (who kind of entered the picture later) was a cautious person whose speciality was unravelling his opponent’s plans before they began. So it was natural that the two would butt heads; however, since Sima Yi tended to have more men and resources, he started winning battles against the former. Which, y’know, kinda sucked. On to the actual story: Zhuge Liang is all like “shit i gotta defend this city with like 10 men.” Literally if he fights ANY kind of battle here, he WILL lose; his only option for survival is not to fight. And that’s looking more and more impossible until he hears that his rival is leading the opposing army. And then he gets this brilliant idea. He basically opens all the gates, sends his men out in civilian clothes to sweep the streets, and sits on top of the gate drinking tea and chilling out and basically makes the whole thing out to be a trap When Sima Yi comes he’s all like “yo come on in bro” and Sima Yi is like “yeah he’s never been that obvious about his traps before. this is definitely a bluff” and he’s about to head in when he realizes wait. he knows that i think he’s bluffing. and so he gets it in his head that maybe, just MAYBE, Zhuge Liang has this cunning plan that will wipe out his army - recall that he has a pretty good handle on what his rival is capable of. And after a long period of deliberation (which is just like “he know that I know that he knows that etc.”), being the cautious man he is, SIma Yi eventually decides to turn his entire army around and leave. Zhuge Liang later points out that the plan was based specifically on the fact that he was facing his rival; if it had been anyone else, there’s no way it would have worked. A dumber or less cautious person would have simply charged in and won without breaking a sweat. and that’s the real genius here: it was a plan formed entirely just to deceive one man, and it worked. Zhuge Liang is the most brilliant, sneaky-ass bastard in history. One time his side’s army was out of arrows, which pretty much meant they were screwed. So Zhuge Liang goes and does the logical thing, which is build a fuck ton of scarecrows and put them all on boats. Then he makes the men hide in the boats and sail them out on the river. Well, that day was super foggy (which Zhuge Liang had predicted. Did I mention he was also a freakishly accurate meteorologist?). So the enemy across the river sees a fleet of boats armed to the teeth with what appears to be half an army of men. They panic! and start firing arrows like crazy. Zhuge Liang lets this play out for a while, then he’s like, ”Ok guys that’s enough.” They calmly turn the boats around and go back to base, where they dismantle the scarecrows and pull out all the enemy’s arrows. Zhuge Liang is legend. I love this post. It just keeps getting better. Like seriously, I would have adored learning about this in World History. If you want to see this in cinematic glory, watch Red Cliff. Especially since it makes Zhuge Liang look like this: Red Cliff is 50% bloody battles and 50% eye candy and about half of that eye-candy is due to Zhuge Liang I fully support watching Red Cliff; it’s gloriously silly entertainment during the battle scenes. Guess what just got moved to the top of my watch list?? :D

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back the fuck up

There’s another story that I like about a Chinese general who had to defend a city with only a handful of soldiers from a huge enemy horde that was in all likelihood going to steamroll the place flat within hours of showing up.
So when said horde did arrive, they saw the general sitting outside the city’s open gates, drinking tea. The horde sent a couple of emissaries over to see what was what, and the general greeted them cheerfully and invited them all to come and take tea with him.
The horde decided that this was a scenario that had “MASSIVE FUCKING TRAP” written all over it in beautiful calligraphy and promptly fucked off.
Whoever that general was, he was clearly the Ancient Chinese equivalent of Sam Vimes.

did he just invite us over for tea nah man i’m out

This just keeps getting better

I fucking love history.

ok but tbh that story misses a lot of the subtlety of the situation like ok
so this story is the Romance of Three Kingdoms, and essentially takes place between Zhuge Liang, resident tactician extraordinaire, and Sima Yi… OTHER resident tactician extraordinaire.
The two were both regarded as tactical geniuses and recognized the other as their rival. Zhuge Liang had a reputation for ambushing the SHIT out of his opponents and using the environment to his advantage, thus destroying large armies with a small number of men. Sima Yi (who kind of entered the picture later) was a cautious person whose speciality was unravelling his opponent’s plans before they began. So it was natural that the two would butt heads; however, since Sima Yi tended to have more men and resources, he started winning battles against the former. Which, y’know, kinda sucked.
On to the actual story: Zhuge Liang is all like “shit i gotta defend this city with like 10 men.” Literally if he fights ANY kind of battle here, he WILL lose; his only option for survival is not to fight. And that’s looking more and more impossible until he hears that his rival is leading the opposing army. And then he gets this brilliant idea. He basically opens all the gates, sends his men out in civilian clothes to sweep the streets, and sits on top of the gate drinking tea and chilling out and basically makes the whole thing out to be a trap
When Sima Yi comes he’s all like “yo come on in bro”
and Sima Yi is like “yeah he’s never been that obvious about his traps before. this is definitely a bluff” and he’s about to head in when he realizes
wait. he knows that i think he’s bluffing.
and so he gets it in his head that maybe, just MAYBE, Zhuge Liang has this cunning plan that will wipe out his army - recall that he has a pretty good handle on what his rival is capable of. And after a long period of deliberation (which is just like “he know that I know that he knows that etc.”), being the cautious man he is, SIma Yi eventually decides to turn his entire army around and leave.
Zhuge Liang later points out that the plan was based specifically on the fact that he was facing his rival; if it had been anyone else, there’s no way it would have worked. A dumber or less cautious person would have simply charged in and won without breaking a sweat.
and that’s the real genius here: it was a plan formed entirely just to deceive one man, and it worked.

Zhuge Liang is the most brilliant, sneaky-ass bastard in history. One time his side’s army was out of arrows, which pretty much meant they were screwed. So Zhuge Liang goes and does the logical thing, which is build a fuck ton of scarecrows and put them all on boats. Then he makes the men hide in the boats and sail them out on the river.
Well, that day was super foggy (which Zhuge Liang had predicted. Did I mention he was also a freakishly accurate meteorologist?). So the enemy across the river sees a fleet of boats armed to the teeth with what appears to be half an army of men. They panic! and start firing arrows like crazy.
Zhuge Liang lets this play out for a while, then he’s like, ”Ok guys that’s enough.” They calmly turn the boats around and go back to base, where they dismantle the scarecrows and pull out all the enemy’s arrows.
Zhuge Liang is legend.

I love this post. It just keeps getting better. Like seriously, I would have adored learning about this in World History.

If you want to see this in cinematic glory, watch Red Cliff.
Especially since it makes Zhuge Liang look like this:
Red Cliff is 50% bloody battles and 50% eye candy and about half of that eye-candy is due to Zhuge Liang

I fully support watching Red Cliff; it’s gloriously silly entertainment during the battle scenes.

Guess what just got moved to the top of my watch list?? :D
: inquisitorhotpants:

burntcopper:

futureevilscientist:

optimysticals:

uovoc:

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back the fuck up

There’s another story that I like about a Chinese general who had to defend a city with only a handful of soldiers from a huge enemy horde that was in all likelihood going to steamroll the place flat within hours of showing up.
So when said horde did arrive, they saw the general sitting outside the city’s open gates, drinking tea. The horde sent a couple of emissaries over to see what was what, and the general greeted them cheerfully and invited them all to come and take tea with him.
The horde decided that this was a scenario that had “MASSIVE FUCKING TRAP” written all over it in beautiful calligraphy and promptly fucked off.
Whoever that general was, he was clearly the Ancient Chinese equivalent of Sam Vimes.

did he just invite us over for tea nah man i’m out

This just keeps getting better

I fucking love history.

ok but tbh that story misses a lot of the subtlety of the situation like ok
so this story is the Romance of Three Kingdoms, and essentially takes place between Zhuge Liang, resident tactician extraordinaire, and Sima Yi… OTHER resident tactician extraordinaire.
The two were both regarded as tactical geniuses and recognized the other as their rival. Zhuge Liang had a reputation for ambushing the SHIT out of his opponents and using the environment to his advantage, thus destroying large armies with a small number of men. Sima Yi (who kind of entered the picture later) was a cautious person whose speciality was unravelling his opponent’s plans before they began. So it was natural that the two would butt heads; however, since Sima Yi tended to have more men and resources, he started winning battles against the former. Which, y’know, kinda sucked.
On to the actual story: Zhuge Liang is all like “shit i gotta defend this city with like 10 men.” Literally if he fights ANY kind of battle here, he WILL lose; his only option for survival is not to fight. And that’s looking more and more impossible until he hears that his rival is leading the opposing army. And then he gets this brilliant idea. He basically opens all the gates, sends his men out in civilian clothes to sweep the streets, and sits on top of the gate drinking tea and chilling out and basically makes the whole thing out to be a trap
When Sima Yi comes he’s all like “yo come on in bro”
and Sima Yi is like “yeah he’s never been that obvious about his traps before. this is definitely a bluff” and he’s about to head in when he realizes
wait. he knows that i think he’s bluffing.
and so he gets it in his head that maybe, just MAYBE, Zhuge Liang has this cunning plan that will wipe out his army - recall that he has a pretty good handle on what his rival is capable of. And after a long period of deliberation (which is just like “he know that I know that he knows that etc.”), being the cautious man he is, SIma Yi eventually decides to turn his entire army around and leave.
Zhuge Liang later points out that the plan was based specifically on the fact that he was facing his rival; if it had been anyone else, there’s no way it would have worked. A dumber or less cautious person would have simply charged in and won without breaking a sweat.
and that’s the real genius here: it was a plan formed entirely just to deceive one man, and it worked.

Zhuge Liang is the most brilliant, sneaky-ass bastard in history. One time his side’s army was out of arrows, which pretty much meant they were screwed. So Zhuge Liang goes and does the logical thing, which is build a fuck ton of scarecrows and put them all on boats. Then he makes the men hide in the boats and sail them out on the river.
Well, that day was super foggy (which Zhuge Liang had predicted. Did I mention he was also a freakishly accurate meteorologist?). So the enemy across the river sees a fleet of boats armed to the teeth with what appears to be half an army of men. They panic! and start firing arrows like crazy.
Zhuge Liang lets this play out for a while, then he’s like, ”Ok guys that’s enough.” They calmly turn the boats around and go back to base, where they dismantle the scarecrows and pull out all the enemy’s arrows.
Zhuge Liang is legend.

I love this post. It just keeps getting better. Like seriously, I would have adored learning about this in World History.

If you want to see this in cinematic glory, watch Red Cliff.
Especially since it makes Zhuge Liang look like this:
Red Cliff is 50% bloody battles and 50% eye candy and about half of that eye-candy is due to Zhuge Liang

I fully support watching Red Cliff; it’s gloriously silly entertainment during the battle scenes.

Guess what just got moved to the top of my watch list?? :D

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back the fuck up

There’s another story that I like about a Chinese general who had to defend a city with only a handful of soldiers from a huge enemy horde that was in all likelihood going to steamroll the place flat within hours of showing up.
So when said horde did arrive, they saw the general sitting outside the city’s open gates, drinking tea. The horde sent a couple of emissaries over to see what was what, and the general greeted them cheerfully and invited them all to come and take tea with him.
The horde decided that this was a scenario that had “MASSIVE FUCKING TRAP” written all over it in beautiful calligraphy and promptly fucked off.
Whoever that general was, he was clearly the Ancient Chinese equivalent of Sam Vimes.

did he just invite us over for tea nah man i’m out

This just keeps getting better

I fucking love history.

ok but tbh that story misses a lot of the subtlety of the situation like ok
so this story is the Romance of Three Kingdoms, and essentially takes place between Zhuge Liang, resident tactician extraordinaire, and Sima Yi… OTHER resident tactician extraordinaire.
The two were both regarded as tactical geniuses and recognized the other as their rival. Zhuge Liang had a reputation for ambushing the SHIT out of his opponents and using the environment to his advantage, thus destroying large armies with a small number of men. Sima Yi (who kind of entered the picture later) was a cautious person whose speciality was unravelling his opponent’s plans before they began. So it was natural that the two would butt heads; however, since Sima Yi tended to have more men and resources, he started winning battles against the former. Which, y’know, kinda sucked.
On to the actual story: Zhuge Liang is all like “shit i gotta defend this city with like 10 men.” Literally if he fights ANY kind of battle here, he WILL lose; his only option for survival is not to fight. And that’s looking more and more impossible until he hears that his rival is leading the opposing army. And then he gets this brilliant idea. He basically opens all the gates, sends his men out in civilian clothes to sweep the streets, and sits on top of the gate drinking tea and chilling out and basically makes the whole thing out to be a trap
When Sima Yi comes he’s all like “yo come on in bro”
and Sima Yi is like “yeah he’s never been that obvious about his traps before. this is definitely a bluff” and he’s about to head in when he realizes
wait. he knows that i think he’s bluffing.
and so he gets it in his head that maybe, just MAYBE, Zhuge Liang has this cunning plan that will wipe out his army - recall that he has a pretty good handle on what his rival is capable of. And after a long period of deliberation (which is just like “he know that I know that he knows that etc.”), being the cautious man he is, SIma Yi eventually decides to turn his entire army around and leave.
Zhuge Liang later points out that the plan was based specifically on the fact that he was facing his rival; if it had been anyone else, there’s no way it would have worked. A dumber or less cautious person would have simply charged in and won without breaking a sweat.
and that’s the real genius here: it was a plan formed entirely just to deceive one man, and it worked.

Zhuge Liang is the most brilliant, sneaky-ass bastard in history. One time his side’s army was out of arrows, which pretty much meant they were screwed. So Zhuge Liang goes and does the logical thing, which is build a fuck ton of scarecrows and put them all on boats. Then he makes the men hide in the boats and sail them out on the river.
Well, that day was super foggy (which Zhuge Liang had predicted. Did I mention he was also a freakishly accurate meteorologist?). So the enemy across the river sees a fleet of boats armed to the teeth with what appears to be half an army of men. They panic! and start firing arrows like crazy.
Zhuge Liang lets this play out for a while, then he’s like, ”Ok guys that’s enough.” They calmly turn the boats around and go back to base, where they dismantle the scarecrows and pull out all the enemy’s arrows.
Zhuge Liang is legend.

I love this post. It just keeps getting better. Like seriously, I would have adored learning about this in World History.

If you want to see this in cinematic glory, watch Red Cliff.
Especially since it makes Zhuge Liang look like this:
Red Cliff is 50% bloody battles and 50% eye candy and about half of that eye-candy is due to Zhuge Liang

I fully support watching Red Cliff; it’s gloriously silly entertainment during the battle scenes.

Guess what just got moved to the top of my watch list?? :D
: inquisitorhotpants:

burntcopper:

futureevilscientist:

optimysticals:

uovoc:

konec0:

sleepyferret:

shitfacedanon:

dat-soldier:

sonnetscrewdriver:

dat-soldier:

did-you-kno:

Source

back the fuck up

There’s another story that I like about a Chinese general who had to defend a city with only a handful of soldiers from a huge enemy horde that was in all likelihood going to steamroll the place flat within hours of showing up.
So when said horde did arrive, they saw the general sitting outside the city’s open gates, drinking tea. The horde sent a couple of emissaries over to see what was what, and the general greeted them cheerfully and invited them all to come and take tea with him.
The horde decided that this was a scenario that had “MASSIVE FUCKING TRAP” written all over it in beautiful calligraphy and promptly fucked off.
Whoever that general was, he was clearly the Ancient Chinese equivalent of Sam Vimes.

did he just invite us over for tea nah man i’m out

This just keeps getting better

I fucking love history.

ok but tbh that story misses a lot of the subtlety of the situation like ok
so this story is the Romance of Three Kingdoms, and essentially takes place between Zhuge Liang, resident tactician extraordinaire, and Sima Yi… OTHER resident tactician extraordinaire.
The two were both regarded as tactical geniuses and recognized the other as their rival. Zhuge Liang had a reputation for ambushing the SHIT out of his opponents and using the environment to his advantage, thus destroying large armies with a small number of men. Sima Yi (who kind of entered the picture later) was a cautious person whose speciality was unravelling his opponent’s plans before they began. So it was natural that the two would butt heads; however, since Sima Yi tended to have more men and resources, he started winning battles against the former. Which, y’know, kinda sucked.
On to the actual story: Zhuge Liang is all like “shit i gotta defend this city with like 10 men.” Literally if he fights ANY kind of battle here, he WILL lose; his only option for survival is not to fight. And that’s looking more and more impossible until he hears that his rival is leading the opposing army. And then he gets this brilliant idea. He basically opens all the gates, sends his men out in civilian clothes to sweep the streets, and sits on top of the gate drinking tea and chilling out and basically makes the whole thing out to be a trap
When Sima Yi comes he’s all like “yo come on in bro”
and Sima Yi is like “yeah he’s never been that obvious about his traps before. this is definitely a bluff” and he’s about to head in when he realizes
wait. he knows that i think he’s bluffing.
and so he gets it in his head that maybe, just MAYBE, Zhuge Liang has this cunning plan that will wipe out his army - recall that he has a pretty good handle on what his rival is capable of. And after a long period of deliberation (which is just like “he know that I know that he knows that etc.”), being the cautious man he is, SIma Yi eventually decides to turn his entire army around and leave.
Zhuge Liang later points out that the plan was based specifically on the fact that he was facing his rival; if it had been anyone else, there’s no way it would have worked. A dumber or less cautious person would have simply charged in and won without breaking a sweat.
and that’s the real genius here: it was a plan formed entirely just to deceive one man, and it worked.

Zhuge Liang is the most brilliant, sneaky-ass bastard in history. One time his side’s army was out of arrows, which pretty much meant they were screwed. So Zhuge Liang goes and does the logical thing, which is build a fuck ton of scarecrows and put them all on boats. Then he makes the men hide in the boats and sail them out on the river.
Well, that day was super foggy (which Zhuge Liang had predicted. Did I mention he was also a freakishly accurate meteorologist?). So the enemy across the river sees a fleet of boats armed to the teeth with what appears to be half an army of men. They panic! and start firing arrows like crazy.
Zhuge Liang lets this play out for a while, then he’s like, ”Ok guys that’s enough.” They calmly turn the boats around and go back to base, where they dismantle the scarecrows and pull out all the enemy’s arrows.
Zhuge Liang is legend.

I love this post. It just keeps getting better. Like seriously, I would have adored learning about this in World History.

If you want to see this in cinematic glory, watch Red Cliff.
Especially since it makes Zhuge Liang look like this:
Red Cliff is 50% bloody battles and 50% eye candy and about half of that eye-candy is due to Zhuge Liang

I fully support watching Red Cliff; it’s gloriously silly entertainment during the battle scenes.

Guess what just got moved to the top of my watch list?? :D

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almost-always-eventually-right: pg-chan: D: Not only that, did he thank himself in third person his own tweet??? That’s like when you tell a story and do the voices for all the characters. I mean, I realize he can’t wait to hear someone else say it, but come ON. ”Domination.”: almost-always-eventually-right: pg-chan: D: Not only that, did he thank himself in third person his own tweet??? That’s like when you tell a story and do the voices for all the characters. I mean, I realize he can’t wait to hear someone else say it, but come ON. ”Domination.”

almost-always-eventually-right:
pg-chan:
D: Not only that, did he thank himself in third person his own tweet??? That’s like when you tell a story and do the voices for all the characters. I mean, I realize he can’t wait to hear someone else say it, but come ON.
”Domination.”: almost-always-eventually-right:
pg-chan:
D: Not only that, did he thank himself in third person his own tweet??? That’s like when you tell a story and do the voices for all the characters. I mean, I realize he can’t wait to hear someone else say it, but come ON.
”Domination.”

almost-always-eventually-right:
pg-chan:
D: Not only that, did he thank himself in third person his own tweet??? That’s like when you tell a story and do the voices for all the characters. I mean, I realize he can’t wait to hear someone else say it, but come ON.
”Domination.”: almost-always-eventually-right:
pg-chan:
D: Not only that, did he thank himself in third person his own tweet??? That’s like when you tell a story and do the voices for all the characters. I mean, I realize he can’t wait to hear someone else say it, but come ON.
”Domination.”

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cereusblue: unnameablethings: dragonsateyourtoast: redporkpadthai: dragonsateyourtoast: otherwindow: otherwindow: This is how the golden age of piracy ended. The first mermaid to get tattoos :) “we didn’t know any better,” the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. “what do we do now?” “kill it,” the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes. “we can’t,” the first mate says desperately, praying she won’t have to fight her captain on this. “we can’t. we - i won’t. we won’t.” “i know.” x “daddy,” she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, “daddy, la-la, la-la-la.” her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isn’t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasn’t even trying. the crew has taken to diving for shellfish near the shorelines for her; she loves them, splitting the shells apart with strength seen in no human toddler, slurping down the slimy molluscs inside and laughing, all plump brown cheeks and needle-sharp teeth. she sometimes splashes them for fun with her smooth, rubbery brown tail. even when they get soaked they laugh. they love her. “daddy,” she calls again, and he can hear the worry in her voice. the storm rocking the ship is harsh and uncaring, and if they go down, she would be the only survivor. “don’t worry,” he says, and goes over, sitting next to the tub. the first mate, leaning against the wall, pretends not to notice as he quietly begins to sing. x “father,” she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, “why am I here?” “your mother abandoned you,” he says, as he always has. “we found you adrift, and couldn’t bear to leave you there.” she picks at the salt-soaked boards, uncertain. her hair is pulled back in a fluffy black puff, the white linen holding it slipping almost over one of her dark eyes. one of her first tattoos, a many-limbed kraken, curls over her right shoulder and down her arm, delicate tendrils wrapped around her calloused fingertips. “alright,” she says. x “why am I really here?” she asks the first mate, watching the sun set over the water in streaks of liquid metal that pooled in the troughs of the waves and glittered on the seafoam. “we didn’t know any better,” the first mate says, staring into the water. “we didn’t know- we didn’t know anything. we didn’t understand why she fought so viciously to guard her treasure. we could not know she protected something a thousand times more precious than the purest gold.” she wants to be furious, but she can’t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her father’s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she can’t hate her family. “it’s alright,” she says. “i do have a family, anyways. i don’t think i would have liked my other life near as much.” x her kraken grows, spreading its tendrils over her torso and arms. she grows too, too large to come on board the ship without being hauled up in a boat from the water. she sings when the storms come and swims before the ship to guide it to safety. she fights off more than one beast of the seas, and gathers a set of scars across her back that she bears with pride. “i don’t mind,” she says, when the captain fusses over her, “now i match all of you.” the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. “we shouldn’t fight him,” she says, peering through the spyglass. “why not?” the mermaid asks. “he’ll win,” the first mate says. the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. “are you sure?” she asks. x the enemy fleet surrenders after the flagship is sunk in the night, the anchor ripped off the ship and the planks torn off the hull. the surviving crew, wild-eyed and delirious, whimper and say a sea serpent came from the water and attacked them, say it was longer than the boat and crushed it in its coils. the first mate hears this and has to hide her laughter. the captain apologizes to his daughter for doubting her. “don’t worry,” she says, with a bright laugh, “it was fun.” x the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they can’t possibly fight them, and they don’t have the time to escape. “let me up,” the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. “bring me up, quickly, quickly.” they lower the boat and she piles her sinous form into it, and uses her claws to help the crew pull her up. once on the deck she flops out of the boat and makes her way over to the bow. the crew tries to help but she’s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her. she crawls up out in front of the rail and wraps her long webbed tail around the prow. the figurehead has served them well so far but they need more right now. she wraps herself around the figurehead and raises her body up into the wind takes a breath of the stinging salt air and sings. the storm carries her voice on its front to the royal navy. they are enchanted, so stunned by her song that they drop the rigging ropes and let the tillers drift. the pirates sail through the center of the fleet, trailing the storm behind them, and by the time the fleet has managed to regain its senses they are buried in wind and rain and the pirates are gone. x she declines guns. instead she carries a harpoon and its launcher, and uses them to board enemy ships, hauling her massive form out of the water to coil on the deck and dispatch enemies with ruthless efficiency. her family is feared across all the sea. x “you know we are dying,” the captain says, looking down at her. she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise. “i know,” she says, “i can feel it coming.” the first mate stands next to the captain. she never had a lover or a child, and neither did he, but to the mermaid they are her parents. she will always love her daughter. the tattoos are graven in dark swirls across the mermaid’s deep brown skin and the flesh of her tail, even spiraling onto the spiked webbing on her spine and face. her hair is still tied back, this time with a sail that could not be patched one last time. “we love you,” the first mate says simply, looking down. her own tightly coiled black hair falls in to her face; she shakes the locs out of the way and smiles through her tears. the captain pretends he isnt crying either. “i love you too,” the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time. “guard the ship,” the captain says. “you always have but you know they’re lost without you.” “without you,” the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. “what will we do?” “i don’t know,” the captain says. “but you’ll help them, won’t you?” “of course i will,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “i will always protect my family.” x the captain and the first mate are gone. the ship has a new captain, young and fearless - of the things she can afford to disregard. she fears and loves the ocean, as all captains do. she does not fear the royal fleet. and she does not fear the mermaid. “you know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,” she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock. the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. “is that so?” she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy. “they said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,” the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a moment’s hesitation. “i always thought they were telling tall tales.” “and now?” “they were right,” the new captain says. “how did they ever befriend you?” the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. “they didn’t know any better.” She protects her family. Hi everybody! Guess what’s being posted on AO3 now at the following link! https://archiveofourown.org/works/22498384/chapters/53760817 That’s right! Here you go. I’ll be uploading it in some chunks, because I want to make sure I have everything I wanted edited cleanly finished, but follow the story there! HEY GUYS GUESS WHATS BACK ON THE DASHBOARD AND BETTER THAN EVER : cereusblue: unnameablethings: dragonsateyourtoast: redporkpadthai: dragonsateyourtoast: otherwindow: otherwindow: This is how the golden age of piracy ended. The first mermaid to get tattoos :) “we didn’t know any better,” the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. “what do we do now?” “kill it,” the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes. “we can’t,” the first mate says desperately, praying she won’t have to fight her captain on this. “we can’t. we - i won’t. we won’t.” “i know.” x “daddy,” she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, “daddy, la-la, la-la-la.” her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isn’t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasn’t even trying. the crew has taken to diving for shellfish near the shorelines for her; she loves them, splitting the shells apart with strength seen in no human toddler, slurping down the slimy molluscs inside and laughing, all plump brown cheeks and needle-sharp teeth. she sometimes splashes them for fun with her smooth, rubbery brown tail. even when they get soaked they laugh. they love her. “daddy,” she calls again, and he can hear the worry in her voice. the storm rocking the ship is harsh and uncaring, and if they go down, she would be the only survivor. “don’t worry,” he says, and goes over, sitting next to the tub. the first mate, leaning against the wall, pretends not to notice as he quietly begins to sing. x “father,” she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, “why am I here?” “your mother abandoned you,” he says, as he always has. “we found you adrift, and couldn’t bear to leave you there.” she picks at the salt-soaked boards, uncertain. her hair is pulled back in a fluffy black puff, the white linen holding it slipping almost over one of her dark eyes. one of her first tattoos, a many-limbed kraken, curls over her right shoulder and down her arm, delicate tendrils wrapped around her calloused fingertips. “alright,” she says. x “why am I really here?” she asks the first mate, watching the sun set over the water in streaks of liquid metal that pooled in the troughs of the waves and glittered on the seafoam. “we didn’t know any better,” the first mate says, staring into the water. “we didn’t know- we didn’t know anything. we didn’t understand why she fought so viciously to guard her treasure. we could not know she protected something a thousand times more precious than the purest gold.” she wants to be furious, but she can’t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her father’s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she can’t hate her family. “it’s alright,” she says. “i do have a family, anyways. i don’t think i would have liked my other life near as much.” x her kraken grows, spreading its tendrils over her torso and arms. she grows too, too large to come on board the ship without being hauled up in a boat from the water. she sings when the storms come and swims before the ship to guide it to safety. she fights off more than one beast of the seas, and gathers a set of scars across her back that she bears with pride. “i don’t mind,” she says, when the captain fusses over her, “now i match all of you.” the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. “we shouldn’t fight him,” she says, peering through the spyglass. “why not?” the mermaid asks. “he’ll win,” the first mate says. the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. “are you sure?” she asks. x the enemy fleet surrenders after the flagship is sunk in the night, the anchor ripped off the ship and the planks torn off the hull. the surviving crew, wild-eyed and delirious, whimper and say a sea serpent came from the water and attacked them, say it was longer than the boat and crushed it in its coils. the first mate hears this and has to hide her laughter. the captain apologizes to his daughter for doubting her. “don’t worry,” she says, with a bright laugh, “it was fun.” x the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they can’t possibly fight them, and they don’t have the time to escape. “let me up,” the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. “bring me up, quickly, quickly.” they lower the boat and she piles her sinous form into it, and uses her claws to help the crew pull her up. once on the deck she flops out of the boat and makes her way over to the bow. the crew tries to help but she’s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her. she crawls up out in front of the rail and wraps her long webbed tail around the prow. the figurehead has served them well so far but they need more right now. she wraps herself around the figurehead and raises her body up into the wind takes a breath of the stinging salt air and sings. the storm carries her voice on its front to the royal navy. they are enchanted, so stunned by her song that they drop the rigging ropes and let the tillers drift. the pirates sail through the center of the fleet, trailing the storm behind them, and by the time the fleet has managed to regain its senses they are buried in wind and rain and the pirates are gone. x she declines guns. instead she carries a harpoon and its launcher, and uses them to board enemy ships, hauling her massive form out of the water to coil on the deck and dispatch enemies with ruthless efficiency. her family is feared across all the sea. x “you know we are dying,” the captain says, looking down at her. she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise. “i know,” she says, “i can feel it coming.” the first mate stands next to the captain. she never had a lover or a child, and neither did he, but to the mermaid they are her parents. she will always love her daughter. the tattoos are graven in dark swirls across the mermaid’s deep brown skin and the flesh of her tail, even spiraling onto the spiked webbing on her spine and face. her hair is still tied back, this time with a sail that could not be patched one last time. “we love you,” the first mate says simply, looking down. her own tightly coiled black hair falls in to her face; she shakes the locs out of the way and smiles through her tears. the captain pretends he isnt crying either. “i love you too,” the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time. “guard the ship,” the captain says. “you always have but you know they’re lost without you.” “without you,” the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. “what will we do?” “i don’t know,” the captain says. “but you’ll help them, won’t you?” “of course i will,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “i will always protect my family.” x the captain and the first mate are gone. the ship has a new captain, young and fearless - of the things she can afford to disregard. she fears and loves the ocean, as all captains do. she does not fear the royal fleet. and she does not fear the mermaid. “you know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,” she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock. the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. “is that so?” she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy. “they said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,” the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a moment’s hesitation. “i always thought they were telling tall tales.” “and now?” “they were right,” the new captain says. “how did they ever befriend you?” the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. “they didn’t know any better.” She protects her family. Hi everybody! Guess what’s being posted on AO3 now at the following link! https://archiveofourown.org/works/22498384/chapters/53760817 That’s right! Here you go. I’ll be uploading it in some chunks, because I want to make sure I have everything I wanted edited cleanly finished, but follow the story there! HEY GUYS GUESS WHATS BACK ON THE DASHBOARD AND BETTER THAN EVER

cereusblue:
unnameablethings:

dragonsateyourtoast:

redporkpadthai:

dragonsateyourtoast:

otherwindow:

otherwindow:
This is how the golden age of piracy ended.
The first mermaid to get tattoos :)

“we didn’t know any better,” the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. “what do we do now?”
“kill it,” the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes.
“we can’t,” the first mate says desperately, praying she won’t have to fight her captain on this. “we can’t. we - i won’t. we won’t.”
“i know.”
x
“daddy,” she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, “daddy, la-la, la-la-la.”
her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isn’t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasn’t even trying. the crew has taken to diving for shellfish near the shorelines for her; she loves them, splitting the shells apart with strength seen in no human toddler, slurping down the slimy molluscs inside and laughing, all plump brown cheeks and needle-sharp teeth. she sometimes splashes them for fun with her smooth, rubbery brown tail. even when they get soaked they laugh. they love her.
“daddy,” she calls again, and he can hear the worry in her voice. the storm rocking the ship is harsh and uncaring, and if they go down, she would be the only survivor.
“don’t worry,” he says, and goes over, sitting next to the tub. the first mate, leaning against the wall, pretends not to notice as he quietly begins to sing.
x
“father,” she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, “why am I here?”
“your mother abandoned you,” he says, as he always has. “we found you adrift, and couldn’t bear to leave you there.”
she picks at the salt-soaked boards, uncertain. her hair is pulled back in a fluffy black puff, the white linen holding it slipping almost over one of her dark eyes. one of her first tattoos, a many-limbed kraken, curls over her right shoulder and down her arm, delicate tendrils wrapped around her calloused fingertips. “alright,” she says.
x
“why am I really here?” she asks the first mate, watching the sun set over the water in streaks of liquid metal that pooled in the troughs of the waves and glittered on the seafoam.
“we didn’t know any better,” the first mate says, staring into the water. “we didn’t know- we didn’t know anything. we didn’t understand why she fought so viciously to guard her treasure. we could not know she protected something a thousand times more precious than the purest gold.”
she wants to be furious, but she can’t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her father’s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she can’t hate her family.
“it’s alright,” she says. “i do have a family, anyways. i don’t think i would have liked my other life near as much.”
x
her kraken grows, spreading its tendrils over her torso and arms. she grows too, too large to come on board the ship without being hauled up in a boat from the water. she sings when the storms come and swims before the ship to guide it to safety. she fights off more than one beast of the seas, and gathers a set of scars across her back that she bears with pride. “i don’t mind,” she says, when the captain fusses over her, “now i match all of you.”
the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. “we shouldn’t fight him,” she says, peering through the spyglass.
“why not?” the mermaid asks.
“he’ll win,” the first mate says.
the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. “are you sure?” she asks.
x
the enemy fleet surrenders after the flagship is sunk in the night, the anchor ripped off the ship and the planks torn off the hull. the surviving crew, wild-eyed and delirious, whimper and say a sea serpent came from the water and attacked them, say it was longer than the boat and crushed it in its coils. the first mate hears this and has to hide her laughter. the captain apologizes to his daughter for doubting her.
“don’t worry,” she says, with a bright laugh, “it was fun.”
x
the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they can’t possibly fight them, and they don’t have the time to escape.
“let me up,” the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. “bring me up, quickly, quickly.”
they lower the boat and she piles her sinous form into it, and uses her claws to help the crew pull her up. once on the deck she flops out of the boat and makes her way over to the bow. the crew tries to help but she’s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her.
she crawls up out in front of the rail and wraps her long webbed tail around the prow. the figurehead has served them well so far but they need more right now. she wraps herself around the figurehead and raises her body up into the wind takes a breath of the stinging salt air and sings.
the storm carries her voice on its front to the royal navy. they are enchanted, so stunned by her song that they drop the rigging ropes and let the tillers drift. the pirates sail through the center of the fleet, trailing the storm behind them, and by the time the fleet has managed to regain its senses they are buried in wind and rain and the pirates are gone.
x
she declines guns. instead she carries a harpoon and its launcher, and uses them to board enemy ships, hauling her massive form out of the water to coil on the deck and dispatch enemies with ruthless efficiency. her family is feared across all the sea.
x
“you know we are dying,” the captain says, looking down at her.
she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise.
“i know,” she says, “i can feel it coming.”
the first mate stands next to the captain. she never had a lover or a child, and neither did he, but to the mermaid they are her parents. she will always love her daughter. the tattoos are graven in dark swirls across the mermaid’s deep brown skin and the flesh of her tail, even spiraling onto the spiked webbing on her spine and face. her hair is still tied back, this time with a sail that could not be patched one last time.
“we love you,” the first mate says simply, looking down. her own tightly coiled black hair falls in to her face; she shakes the locs out of the way and smiles through her tears. the captain pretends he isnt crying either.
“i love you too,” the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time.
“guard the ship,” the captain says. “you always have but you know they’re lost without you.”
“without you,” the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. “what will we do?”
“i don’t know,” the captain says. “but you’ll help them, won’t you?”
“of course i will,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “i will always protect my family.”
x
the captain and the first mate are gone. the ship has a new captain, young and fearless - of the things she can afford to disregard. she fears and loves the ocean, as all captains do. she does not fear the royal fleet. and she does not fear the mermaid.
“you know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,” she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock.
the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. “is that so?” she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy.
“they said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,” the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a moment’s hesitation. “i always thought they were telling tall tales.”
“and now?”
“they were right,” the new captain says. “how did they ever befriend you?”
the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. “they didn’t know any better.”

She protects her family.

Hi everybody! Guess what’s being posted on AO3 now at the following link!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22498384/chapters/53760817
That’s right! Here you go. I’ll be uploading it in some chunks, because I want to make sure I have everything I wanted edited cleanly finished, but follow the story there!

HEY GUYS GUESS WHATS BACK ON THE DASHBOARD AND BETTER THAN EVER
: cereusblue:
unnameablethings:

dragonsateyourtoast:

redporkpadthai:

dragonsateyourtoast:

otherwindow:

otherwindow:
This is how the golden age of piracy ended.
The first mermaid to get tattoos :)

“we didn’t know any better,” the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. “what do we do now?”
“kill it,” the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes.
“we can’t,” the first mate says desperately, praying she won’t have to fight her captain on this. “we can’t. we - i won’t. we won’t.”
“i know.”
x
“daddy,” she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, “daddy, la-la, la-la-la.”
her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isn’t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasn’t even trying. the crew has taken to diving for shellfish near the shorelines for her; she loves them, splitting the shells apart with strength seen in no human toddler, slurping down the slimy molluscs inside and laughing, all plump brown cheeks and needle-sharp teeth. she sometimes splashes them for fun with her smooth, rubbery brown tail. even when they get soaked they laugh. they love her.
“daddy,” she calls again, and he can hear the worry in her voice. the storm rocking the ship is harsh and uncaring, and if they go down, she would be the only survivor.
“don’t worry,” he says, and goes over, sitting next to the tub. the first mate, leaning against the wall, pretends not to notice as he quietly begins to sing.
x
“father,” she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, “why am I here?”
“your mother abandoned you,” he says, as he always has. “we found you adrift, and couldn’t bear to leave you there.”
she picks at the salt-soaked boards, uncertain. her hair is pulled back in a fluffy black puff, the white linen holding it slipping almost over one of her dark eyes. one of her first tattoos, a many-limbed kraken, curls over her right shoulder and down her arm, delicate tendrils wrapped around her calloused fingertips. “alright,” she says.
x
“why am I really here?” she asks the first mate, watching the sun set over the water in streaks of liquid metal that pooled in the troughs of the waves and glittered on the seafoam.
“we didn’t know any better,” the first mate says, staring into the water. “we didn’t know- we didn’t know anything. we didn’t understand why she fought so viciously to guard her treasure. we could not know she protected something a thousand times more precious than the purest gold.”
she wants to be furious, but she can’t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her father’s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she can’t hate her family.
“it’s alright,” she says. “i do have a family, anyways. i don’t think i would have liked my other life near as much.”
x
her kraken grows, spreading its tendrils over her torso and arms. she grows too, too large to come on board the ship without being hauled up in a boat from the water. she sings when the storms come and swims before the ship to guide it to safety. she fights off more than one beast of the seas, and gathers a set of scars across her back that she bears with pride. “i don’t mind,” she says, when the captain fusses over her, “now i match all of you.”
the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. “we shouldn’t fight him,” she says, peering through the spyglass.
“why not?” the mermaid asks.
“he’ll win,” the first mate says.
the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. “are you sure?” she asks.
x
the enemy fleet surrenders after the flagship is sunk in the night, the anchor ripped off the ship and the planks torn off the hull. the surviving crew, wild-eyed and delirious, whimper and say a sea serpent came from the water and attacked them, say it was longer than the boat and crushed it in its coils. the first mate hears this and has to hide her laughter. the captain apologizes to his daughter for doubting her.
“don’t worry,” she says, with a bright laugh, “it was fun.”
x
the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they can’t possibly fight them, and they don’t have the time to escape.
“let me up,” the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. “bring me up, quickly, quickly.”
they lower the boat and she piles her sinous form into it, and uses her claws to help the crew pull her up. once on the deck she flops out of the boat and makes her way over to the bow. the crew tries to help but she’s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her.
she crawls up out in front of the rail and wraps her long webbed tail around the prow. the figurehead has served them well so far but they need more right now. she wraps herself around the figurehead and raises her body up into the wind takes a breath of the stinging salt air and sings.
the storm carries her voice on its front to the royal navy. they are enchanted, so stunned by her song that they drop the rigging ropes and let the tillers drift. the pirates sail through the center of the fleet, trailing the storm behind them, and by the time the fleet has managed to regain its senses they are buried in wind and rain and the pirates are gone.
x
she declines guns. instead she carries a harpoon and its launcher, and uses them to board enemy ships, hauling her massive form out of the water to coil on the deck and dispatch enemies with ruthless efficiency. her family is feared across all the sea.
x
“you know we are dying,” the captain says, looking down at her.
she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise.
“i know,” she says, “i can feel it coming.”
the first mate stands next to the captain. she never had a lover or a child, and neither did he, but to the mermaid they are her parents. she will always love her daughter. the tattoos are graven in dark swirls across the mermaid’s deep brown skin and the flesh of her tail, even spiraling onto the spiked webbing on her spine and face. her hair is still tied back, this time with a sail that could not be patched one last time.
“we love you,” the first mate says simply, looking down. her own tightly coiled black hair falls in to her face; she shakes the locs out of the way and smiles through her tears. the captain pretends he isnt crying either.
“i love you too,” the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time.
“guard the ship,” the captain says. “you always have but you know they’re lost without you.”
“without you,” the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. “what will we do?”
“i don’t know,” the captain says. “but you’ll help them, won’t you?”
“of course i will,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “i will always protect my family.”
x
the captain and the first mate are gone. the ship has a new captain, young and fearless - of the things she can afford to disregard. she fears and loves the ocean, as all captains do. she does not fear the royal fleet. and she does not fear the mermaid.
“you know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,” she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock.
the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. “is that so?” she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy.
“they said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,” the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a moment’s hesitation. “i always thought they were telling tall tales.”
“and now?”
“they were right,” the new captain says. “how did they ever befriend you?”
the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. “they didn’t know any better.”

She protects her family.

Hi everybody! Guess what’s being posted on AO3 now at the following link!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22498384/chapters/53760817
That’s right! Here you go. I’ll be uploading it in some chunks, because I want to make sure I have everything I wanted edited cleanly finished, but follow the story there!

HEY GUYS GUESS WHATS BACK ON THE DASHBOARD AND BETTER THAN EVER

cereusblue:
unnameablethings:

dragonsateyourtoast:

redporkpadthai:

dragonsateyourtoast:

otherwindow:

otherwindow:
This is how the golden age of piracy ended.
The first mermaid to get tattoos :)

“we didn’t know any better,” the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. “what do we do now?”
“kill it,” the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes.
“we can’t,” the first mate says desperately, praying she won’t have to fight her captain on this. “we can’t. we - i won’t. we won’t.”
“i know.”
x
“daddy,” she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, “daddy, la-la, la-la-la.”
her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isn’t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasn’t even trying. the crew has taken to diving for shellfish near the shorelines for her; she loves them, splitting the shells apart with strength seen in no human toddler, slurping down the slimy molluscs inside and laughing, all plump brown cheeks and needle-sharp teeth. she sometimes splashes them for fun with her smooth, rubbery brown tail. even when they get soaked they laugh. they love her.
“daddy,” she calls again, and he can hear the worry in her voice. the storm rocking the ship is harsh and uncaring, and if they go down, she would be the only survivor.
“don’t worry,” he says, and goes over, sitting next to the tub. the first mate, leaning against the wall, pretends not to notice as he quietly begins to sing.
x
“father,” she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, “why am I here?”
“your mother abandoned you,” he says, as he always has. “we found you adrift, and couldn’t bear to leave you there.”
she picks at the salt-soaked boards, uncertain. her hair is pulled back in a fluffy black puff, the white linen holding it slipping almost over one of her dark eyes. one of her first tattoos, a many-limbed kraken, curls over her right shoulder and down her arm, delicate tendrils wrapped around her calloused fingertips. “alright,” she says.
x
“why am I really here?” she asks the first mate, watching the sun set over the water in streaks of liquid metal that pooled in the troughs of the waves and glittered on the seafoam.
“we didn’t know any better,” the first mate says, staring into the water. “we didn’t know- we didn’t know anything. we didn’t understand why she fought so viciously to guard her treasure. we could not know she protected something a thousand times more precious than the purest gold.”
she wants to be furious, but she can’t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her father’s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she can’t hate her family.
“it’s alright,” she says. “i do have a family, anyways. i don’t think i would have liked my other life near as much.”
x
her kraken grows, spreading its tendrils over her torso and arms. she grows too, too large to come on board the ship without being hauled up in a boat from the water. she sings when the storms come and swims before the ship to guide it to safety. she fights off more than one beast of the seas, and gathers a set of scars across her back that she bears with pride. “i don’t mind,” she says, when the captain fusses over her, “now i match all of you.”
the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. “we shouldn’t fight him,” she says, peering through the spyglass.
“why not?” the mermaid asks.
“he’ll win,” the first mate says.
the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. “are you sure?” she asks.
x
the enemy fleet surrenders after the flagship is sunk in the night, the anchor ripped off the ship and the planks torn off the hull. the surviving crew, wild-eyed and delirious, whimper and say a sea serpent came from the water and attacked them, say it was longer than the boat and crushed it in its coils. the first mate hears this and has to hide her laughter. the captain apologizes to his daughter for doubting her.
“don’t worry,” she says, with a bright laugh, “it was fun.”
x
the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they can’t possibly fight them, and they don’t have the time to escape.
“let me up,” the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. “bring me up, quickly, quickly.”
they lower the boat and she piles her sinous form into it, and uses her claws to help the crew pull her up. once on the deck she flops out of the boat and makes her way over to the bow. the crew tries to help but she’s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her.
she crawls up out in front of the rail and wraps her long webbed tail around the prow. the figurehead has served them well so far but they need more right now. she wraps herself around the figurehead and raises her body up into the wind takes a breath of the stinging salt air and sings.
the storm carries her voice on its front to the royal navy. they are enchanted, so stunned by her song that they drop the rigging ropes and let the tillers drift. the pirates sail through the center of the fleet, trailing the storm behind them, and by the time the fleet has managed to regain its senses they are buried in wind and rain and the pirates are gone.
x
she declines guns. instead she carries a harpoon and its launcher, and uses them to board enemy ships, hauling her massive form out of the water to coil on the deck and dispatch enemies with ruthless efficiency. her family is feared across all the sea.
x
“you know we are dying,” the captain says, looking down at her.
she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise.
“i know,” she says, “i can feel it coming.”
the first mate stands next to the captain. she never had a lover or a child, and neither did he, but to the mermaid they are her parents. she will always love her daughter. the tattoos are graven in dark swirls across the mermaid’s deep brown skin and the flesh of her tail, even spiraling onto the spiked webbing on her spine and face. her hair is still tied back, this time with a sail that could not be patched one last time.
“we love you,” the first mate says simply, looking down. her own tightly coiled black hair falls in to her face; she shakes the locs out of the way and smiles through her tears. the captain pretends he isnt crying either.
“i love you too,” the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time.
“guard the ship,” the captain says. “you always have but you know they’re lost without you.”
“without you,” the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. “what will we do?”
“i don’t know,” the captain says. “but you’ll help them, won’t you?”
“of course i will,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “i will always protect my family.”
x
the captain and the first mate are gone. the ship has a new captain, young and fearless - of the things she can afford to disregard. she fears and loves the ocean, as all captains do. she does not fear the royal fleet. and she does not fear the mermaid.
“you know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,” she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock.
the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. “is that so?” she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy.
“they said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,” the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a moment’s hesitation. “i always thought they were telling tall tales.”
“and now?”
“they were right,” the new captain says. “how did they ever befriend you?”
the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. “they didn’t know any better.”

She protects her family.

Hi everybody! Guess what’s being posted on AO3 now at the following link!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22498384/chapters/53760817
That’s right! Here you go. I’ll be uploading it in some chunks, because I want to make sure I have everything I wanted edited cleanly finished, but follow the story there!

HEY GUYS GUESS WHATS BACK ON THE DASHBOARD AND BETTER THAN EVER
: cereusblue:
unnameablethings:

dragonsateyourtoast:

redporkpadthai:

dragonsateyourtoast:

otherwindow:

otherwindow:
This is how the golden age of piracy ended.
The first mermaid to get tattoos :)

“we didn’t know any better,” the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. “what do we do now?”
“kill it,” the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes.
“we can’t,” the first mate says desperately, praying she won’t have to fight her captain on this. “we can’t. we - i won’t. we won’t.”
“i know.”
x
“daddy,” she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, “daddy, la-la, la-la-la.”
her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isn’t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasn’t even trying. the crew has taken to diving for shellfish near the shorelines for her; she loves them, splitting the shells apart with strength seen in no human toddler, slurping down the slimy molluscs inside and laughing, all plump brown cheeks and needle-sharp teeth. she sometimes splashes them for fun with her smooth, rubbery brown tail. even when they get soaked they laugh. they love her.
“daddy,” she calls again, and he can hear the worry in her voice. the storm rocking the ship is harsh and uncaring, and if they go down, she would be the only survivor.
“don’t worry,” he says, and goes over, sitting next to the tub. the first mate, leaning against the wall, pretends not to notice as he quietly begins to sing.
x
“father,” she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, “why am I here?”
“your mother abandoned you,” he says, as he always has. “we found you adrift, and couldn’t bear to leave you there.”
she picks at the salt-soaked boards, uncertain. her hair is pulled back in a fluffy black puff, the white linen holding it slipping almost over one of her dark eyes. one of her first tattoos, a many-limbed kraken, curls over her right shoulder and down her arm, delicate tendrils wrapped around her calloused fingertips. “alright,” she says.
x
“why am I really here?” she asks the first mate, watching the sun set over the water in streaks of liquid metal that pooled in the troughs of the waves and glittered on the seafoam.
“we didn’t know any better,” the first mate says, staring into the water. “we didn’t know- we didn’t know anything. we didn’t understand why she fought so viciously to guard her treasure. we could not know she protected something a thousand times more precious than the purest gold.”
she wants to be furious, but she can’t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her father’s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she can’t hate her family.
“it’s alright,” she says. “i do have a family, anyways. i don’t think i would have liked my other life near as much.”
x
her kraken grows, spreading its tendrils over her torso and arms. she grows too, too large to come on board the ship without being hauled up in a boat from the water. she sings when the storms come and swims before the ship to guide it to safety. she fights off more than one beast of the seas, and gathers a set of scars across her back that she bears with pride. “i don’t mind,” she says, when the captain fusses over her, “now i match all of you.”
the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. “we shouldn’t fight him,” she says, peering through the spyglass.
“why not?” the mermaid asks.
“he’ll win,” the first mate says.
the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. “are you sure?” she asks.
x
the enemy fleet surrenders after the flagship is sunk in the night, the anchor ripped off the ship and the planks torn off the hull. the surviving crew, wild-eyed and delirious, whimper and say a sea serpent came from the water and attacked them, say it was longer than the boat and crushed it in its coils. the first mate hears this and has to hide her laughter. the captain apologizes to his daughter for doubting her.
“don’t worry,” she says, with a bright laugh, “it was fun.”
x
the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they can’t possibly fight them, and they don’t have the time to escape.
“let me up,” the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. “bring me up, quickly, quickly.”
they lower the boat and she piles her sinous form into it, and uses her claws to help the crew pull her up. once on the deck she flops out of the boat and makes her way over to the bow. the crew tries to help but she’s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her.
she crawls up out in front of the rail and wraps her long webbed tail around the prow. the figurehead has served them well so far but they need more right now. she wraps herself around the figurehead and raises her body up into the wind takes a breath of the stinging salt air and sings.
the storm carries her voice on its front to the royal navy. they are enchanted, so stunned by her song that they drop the rigging ropes and let the tillers drift. the pirates sail through the center of the fleet, trailing the storm behind them, and by the time the fleet has managed to regain its senses they are buried in wind and rain and the pirates are gone.
x
she declines guns. instead she carries a harpoon and its launcher, and uses them to board enemy ships, hauling her massive form out of the water to coil on the deck and dispatch enemies with ruthless efficiency. her family is feared across all the sea.
x
“you know we are dying,” the captain says, looking down at her.
she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise.
“i know,” she says, “i can feel it coming.”
the first mate stands next to the captain. she never had a lover or a child, and neither did he, but to the mermaid they are her parents. she will always love her daughter. the tattoos are graven in dark swirls across the mermaid’s deep brown skin and the flesh of her tail, even spiraling onto the spiked webbing on her spine and face. her hair is still tied back, this time with a sail that could not be patched one last time.
“we love you,” the first mate says simply, looking down. her own tightly coiled black hair falls in to her face; she shakes the locs out of the way and smiles through her tears. the captain pretends he isnt crying either.
“i love you too,” the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time.
“guard the ship,” the captain says. “you always have but you know they’re lost without you.”
“without you,” the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. “what will we do?”
“i don’t know,” the captain says. “but you’ll help them, won’t you?”
“of course i will,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “i will always protect my family.”
x
the captain and the first mate are gone. the ship has a new captain, young and fearless - of the things she can afford to disregard. she fears and loves the ocean, as all captains do. she does not fear the royal fleet. and she does not fear the mermaid.
“you know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,” she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock.
the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. “is that so?” she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy.
“they said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,” the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a moment’s hesitation. “i always thought they were telling tall tales.”
“and now?”
“they were right,” the new captain says. “how did they ever befriend you?”
the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. “they didn’t know any better.”

She protects her family.

Hi everybody! Guess what’s being posted on AO3 now at the following link!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22498384/chapters/53760817
That’s right! Here you go. I’ll be uploading it in some chunks, because I want to make sure I have everything I wanted edited cleanly finished, but follow the story there!

HEY GUYS GUESS WHATS BACK ON THE DASHBOARD AND BETTER THAN EVER

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thehugwizard: soulreaper22345: thehugwizard: messynogenderpotato: xxminxthealphawolfxx: no-me-llores-mas: silentlycrazy: caninotexsistforawhile: silent-suicides: thedarkchocolatedandy: sxeman69: but then again, its kind like putting a meat suit on and telling a shark not to eat you We (men) are not fucking sharks! We are not rabid animals living off of pure instinct We are capable of rational thinking and understanding. Just because someone is cooking food doesn’t mean you’re entitled to eat it. Just because a banker is counting money doesn’t mean you’re being given free money. Just because a person is naked doesn’t mean you’re entitled to fuck them. You are not entitled to someone else’s body just because it’s exposed. What is so fucking difficult about this concept? How can you not reblog something like this Boom As a man I’m real fucking tired of the idea that I have no impulse control. We all have it, some of you jackasses just think you’re above it. FUCKING THIS??? Thank you normal men of Tumblr Fucking come on, look im a guy, i was taught to respect all people and not be a fucking creep, when did respect stop being taught? When did consent start to be ignored in favor of being a creepy piece of shit? Fellow men, we need to shape up and be fucking better!!!! Your male friendo, The Hug Wizard “not all men” you’re absolutely right, @thehugwizard would never Because i was taught manners and respect, needs to be taught to guys more, sub par education and the like : thehugwizard: soulreaper22345: thehugwizard: messynogenderpotato: xxminxthealphawolfxx: no-me-llores-mas: silentlycrazy: caninotexsistforawhile: silent-suicides: thedarkchocolatedandy: sxeman69: but then again, its kind like putting a meat suit on and telling a shark not to eat you We (men) are not fucking sharks! We are not rabid animals living off of pure instinct We are capable of rational thinking and understanding. Just because someone is cooking food doesn’t mean you’re entitled to eat it. Just because a banker is counting money doesn’t mean you’re being given free money. Just because a person is naked doesn’t mean you’re entitled to fuck them. You are not entitled to someone else’s body just because it’s exposed. What is so fucking difficult about this concept? How can you not reblog something like this Boom As a man I’m real fucking tired of the idea that I have no impulse control. We all have it, some of you jackasses just think you’re above it. FUCKING THIS??? Thank you normal men of Tumblr Fucking come on, look im a guy, i was taught to respect all people and not be a fucking creep, when did respect stop being taught? When did consent start to be ignored in favor of being a creepy piece of shit? Fellow men, we need to shape up and be fucking better!!!! Your male friendo, The Hug Wizard “not all men” you’re absolutely right, @thehugwizard would never Because i was taught manners and respect, needs to be taught to guys more, sub par education and the like

thehugwizard:
soulreaper22345:

thehugwizard:

messynogenderpotato:

xxminxthealphawolfxx:

no-me-llores-mas:

silentlycrazy:

caninotexsistforawhile:

silent-suicides:

thedarkchocolatedandy:

sxeman69:

but then again, its kind like putting a meat suit on and telling a shark not to eat you

We (men) are not fucking sharks!
We are not rabid animals living off of pure instinct
We are capable of rational thinking and understanding.
Just because someone is cooking food doesn’t mean you’re entitled to eat it.
Just because a banker is counting money doesn’t mean you’re being given free money.
Just because a person is naked doesn’t mean you’re entitled to fuck them.
You are not entitled to someone else’s body just because it’s exposed.
What is so fucking difficult about this concept?

How can you not reblog something like this

Boom

As a man I’m real fucking tired of the idea that I have no impulse control. We all have it, some of you jackasses just think you’re above it.

FUCKING THIS???

Thank you normal men of Tumblr

Fucking come on, look im a guy, i was taught to respect all people and not be a fucking creep, when did respect stop being taught? When did consent start to be ignored in favor of being a creepy piece of shit? Fellow men, we need to shape up and be fucking better!!!!
Your male friendo,
The Hug Wizard

“not all men” you’re absolutely right, @thehugwizard would never

Because i was taught manners and respect, needs to be taught to guys more, sub par education and the like
: thehugwizard:
soulreaper22345:

thehugwizard:

messynogenderpotato:

xxminxthealphawolfxx:

no-me-llores-mas:

silentlycrazy:

caninotexsistforawhile:

silent-suicides:

thedarkchocolatedandy:

sxeman69:

but then again, its kind like putting a meat suit on and telling a shark not to eat you

We (men) are not fucking sharks!
We are not rabid animals living off of pure instinct
We are capable of rational thinking and understanding.
Just because someone is cooking food doesn’t mean you’re entitled to eat it.
Just because a banker is counting money doesn’t mean you’re being given free money.
Just because a person is naked doesn’t mean you’re entitled to fuck them.
You are not entitled to someone else’s body just because it’s exposed.
What is so fucking difficult about this concept?

How can you not reblog something like this

Boom

As a man I’m real fucking tired of the idea that I have no impulse control. We all have it, some of you jackasses just think you’re above it.

FUCKING THIS???

Thank you normal men of Tumblr

Fucking come on, look im a guy, i was taught to respect all people and not be a fucking creep, when did respect stop being taught? When did consent start to be ignored in favor of being a creepy piece of shit? Fellow men, we need to shape up and be fucking better!!!!
Your male friendo,
The Hug Wizard

“not all men” you’re absolutely right, @thehugwizard would never

Because i was taught manners and respect, needs to be taught to guys more, sub par education and the like

thehugwizard:
soulreaper22345:

thehugwizard:

messynogenderpotato:

xxminxthealphawolfxx:

no-me-llores-mas:

silentlycrazy:

caninotexsistforawhile:

silent-suicides:

thedarkchocolatedandy:

sxeman69:

but then again, its kind like putting a meat suit on and telling a shark not to eat you

We (men) are not fucking sharks!
We are not rabid animals living off of pure instinct
We are capable of rational thinking and understanding.
Just because someone is cooking food doesn’t mean you’re entitled to eat it.
Just because a banker is counting money doesn’t mean you’re being given free money.
Just because a person is naked doesn’t mean you’re entitled to fuck them.
You are not entitled to someone else’s body just because it’s exposed.
What is so fucking difficult about this concept?

How can you not reblog something like this

Boom

As a man I’m real fucking tired of the idea that I have no impulse control. We all have it, some of you jackasses just think you’re above it.

FUCKING THIS???

Thank you normal men of Tumblr

Fucking come on, look im a guy, i was taught to respect all people and not be a fucking creep, when did respect stop being taught? When did consent start to be ignored in favor of being a creepy piece of shit? Fellow men, we need to shape up and be fucking better!!!!
Your male friendo,
The Hug Wizard

“not all men” you’re absolutely right, @thehugwizard would never

Because i was taught manners and respect, needs to be taught to guys more, sub par education and the like
: thehugwizard:
soulreaper22345:

thehugwizard:

messynogenderpotato:

xxminxthealphawolfxx:

no-me-llores-mas:

silentlycrazy:

caninotexsistforawhile:

silent-suicides:

thedarkchocolatedandy:

sxeman69:

but then again, its kind like putting a meat suit on and telling a shark not to eat you

We (men) are not fucking sharks!
We are not rabid animals living off of pure instinct
We are capable of rational thinking and understanding.
Just because someone is cooking food doesn’t mean you’re entitled to eat it.
Just because a banker is counting money doesn’t mean you’re being given free money.
Just because a person is naked doesn’t mean you’re entitled to fuck them.
You are not entitled to someone else’s body just because it’s exposed.
What is so fucking difficult about this concept?

How can you not reblog something like this

Boom

As a man I’m real fucking tired of the idea that I have no impulse control. We all have it, some of you jackasses just think you’re above it.

FUCKING THIS???

Thank you normal men of Tumblr

Fucking come on, look im a guy, i was taught to respect all people and not be a fucking creep, when did respect stop being taught? When did consent start to be ignored in favor of being a creepy piece of shit? Fellow men, we need to shape up and be fucking better!!!!
Your male friendo,
The Hug Wizard

“not all men” you’re absolutely right, @thehugwizard would never

Because i was taught manners and respect, needs to be taught to guys more, sub par education and the like

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The first mermaid to get tattoos :) “we didn’t know any better,” the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. “what do we do now?” “kill it,” the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes. “we can’t,” the first mate says desperately, praying she won’t have to fight her captain on this. “we can’t. we - i won’t. we won’t.” “i know.” x “daddy,” she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, “daddy, la-la, la-la-la.” her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isn’t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasn’t even trying. the crew has taken to diving for shellfish near the shorelines for her; she loves them, splitting the shells apart with strength seen in no human toddler, slurping down the slimy molluscs inside and laughing, all plump brown cheeks and needle-sharp teeth. she sometimes splashes them for fun with her smooth, rubbery brown tail. even when they get soaked they laugh. they love her. “daddy,” she calls again, and he can hear the worry in her voice. the storm rocking the ship is harsh and uncaring, and if they go down, she would be the only survivor. “don’t worry,” he says, and goes over, sitting next to the tub. the first mate, leaning against the wall, pretends not to notice as he quietly begins to sing. x “father,” she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, “why am I here?” “your mother abandoned you,” he says, as he always has. “we found you adrift, and couldn’t bear to leave you there.” she picks at the salt-soaked boards, uncertain. her hair is pulled back in a fluffy black puff, the white linen holding it slipping almost over one of her dark eyes. one of her first tattoos, a many-limbed kraken, curls over her right shoulder and down her arm, delicate tendrils wrapped around her calloused fingertips. “alright,” she says. x “why am I really here?” she asks the first mate, watching the sun set over the water in streaks of liquid metal that pooled in the troughs of the waves and glittered on the seafoam. “we didn’t know any better,” the first mate says, staring into the water. “we didn’t know- we didn’t know anything. we didn’t understand why she fought so viciously to guard her treasure. we could not know she protected something a thousand times more precious than the purest gold.” she wants to be furious, but she can’t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her father’s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she can’t hate her family. “it’s alright,” she says. “i do have a family, anyways. i don’t think i would have liked my other life near as much.” x her kraken grows, spreading its tendrils over her torso and arms. she grows too, too large to come on board the ship without being hauled up in a boat from the water. she sings when the storms come and swims before the ship to guide it to safety. she fights off more than one beast of the seas, and gathers a set of scars across her back that she bears with pride. “i don’t mind,” she says, when the captain fusses over her, “now i match all of you.” the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. “we shouldn’t fight him,” she says, peering through the spyglass. “why not?” the mermaid asks. “he’ll win,” the first mate says. the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. “are you sure?” she asks. x the enemy fleet surrenders after the flagship is sunk in the night, the anchor ripped off the ship and the planks torn off the hull. the surviving crew, wild-eyed and delirious, whimper and say a sea serpent came from the water and attacked them, say it was longer than the boat and crushed it in its coils. the first mate hears this and has to hide her laughter. the captain apologizes to his daughter for doubting her. “don’t worry,” she says, with a bright laugh, “it was fun.” x the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they can’t possibly fight them, and they don’t have the time to escape. “let me up,” the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. “bring me up, quickly, quickly.” they lower the boat and she piles her sinous form into it, and uses her claws to help the crew pull her up. once on the deck she flops out of the boat and makes her way over to the bow. the crew tries to help but she’s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her. she crawls up out in front of the rail and wraps her long webbed tail around the prow. the figurehead has served them well so far but they need more right now. she wraps herself around the figurehead and raises her body up into the wind takes a breath of the stinging salt air and sings. the storm carries her voice on its front to the royal navy. they are enchanted, so stunned by her song that they drop the rigging ropes and let the tillers drift. the pirates sail through the center of the fleet, trailing the storm behind them, and by the time the fleet has managed to regain its senses they are buried in wind and rain and the pirates are gone. x she declines guns. instead she carries a harpoon and its launcher, and uses them to board enemy ships, hauling her massive form out of the water to coil on the deck and dispatch enemies with ruthless efficiency. her family is feared across all the sea. x “you know we are dying,” the captain says, looking down at her. she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise. “i know,” she says, “i can feel it coming.” the first mate stands next to the captain. she never had a lover or a child, and neither did he, but to the mermaid they are her parents. she will always love her daughter. the tattoos are graven in dark swirls across the mermaid’s deep brown skin and the flesh of her tail, even spiraling onto the spiked webbing on her spine and face. her hair is still tied back, this time with a sail that could not be patched one last time. “we love you,” the first mate says simply, looking down. her own tightly coiled black hair falls in to her face; she shakes the locs out of the way and smiles through her tears. the captain pretends he isnt crying either. “i love you too,” the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time. “guard the ship,” the captain says. “you always have but you know they’re lost without you.” “without you,” the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. “what will we do?” “i don’t know,” the captain says. “but you’ll help them, won’t you?” “of course i will,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “i will always protect my family.” x the captain and the first mate are gone. the ship has a new captain, young and fearless - of the things she can afford to disregard. she fears and loves the ocean, as all captains do. she does not fear the royal fleet. and she does not fear the mermaid. “you know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,” she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock. the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. “is that so?” she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy. “they said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,” the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a moment’s hesitation. “i always thought they were telling tall tales.” “and now?” “they were right,” the new captain says. “how did they ever befriend you?” the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. “they didn’t know any better.” She protects her family. Hi everybody! Guess what’s being posted on AO3 now at the following link! https://archiveofourown.org/works/22498384/chapters/53760817 That’s right! Here you go. I’ll be uploading it in some chunks, because I want to make sure I have everything I wanted edited cleanly finished, but follow the story there! HEY GUYS GUESS WHATS BACK ON THE DASHBOARD AND BETTER THAN EVER I love this : ironwoman359: cereusblue: unnameablethings: dragonsateyourtoast: redporkpadthai: dragonsateyourtoast: otherwindow: otherwindow: This is how the golden age of piracy ended. The first mermaid to get tattoos :) “we didn’t know any better,” the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. “what do we do now?” “kill it,” the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes. “we can’t,” the first mate says desperately, praying she won’t have to fight her captain on this. “we can’t. we - i won’t. we won’t.” “i know.” x “daddy,” she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, “daddy, la-la, la-la-la.” her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isn’t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasn’t even trying. the crew has taken to diving for shellfish near the shorelines for her; she loves them, splitting the shells apart with strength seen in no human toddler, slurping down the slimy molluscs inside and laughing, all plump brown cheeks and needle-sharp teeth. she sometimes splashes them for fun with her smooth, rubbery brown tail. even when they get soaked they laugh. they love her. “daddy,” she calls again, and he can hear the worry in her voice. the storm rocking the ship is harsh and uncaring, and if they go down, she would be the only survivor. “don’t worry,” he says, and goes over, sitting next to the tub. the first mate, leaning against the wall, pretends not to notice as he quietly begins to sing. x “father,” she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, “why am I here?” “your mother abandoned you,” he says, as he always has. “we found you adrift, and couldn’t bear to leave you there.” she picks at the salt-soaked boards, uncertain. her hair is pulled back in a fluffy black puff, the white linen holding it slipping almost over one of her dark eyes. one of her first tattoos, a many-limbed kraken, curls over her right shoulder and down her arm, delicate tendrils wrapped around her calloused fingertips. “alright,” she says. x “why am I really here?” she asks the first mate, watching the sun set over the water in streaks of liquid metal that pooled in the troughs of the waves and glittered on the seafoam. “we didn’t know any better,” the first mate says, staring into the water. “we didn’t know- we didn’t know anything. we didn’t understand why she fought so viciously to guard her treasure. we could not know she protected something a thousand times more precious than the purest gold.” she wants to be furious, but she can’t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her father’s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she can’t hate her family. “it’s alright,” she says. “i do have a family, anyways. i don’t think i would have liked my other life near as much.” x her kraken grows, spreading its tendrils over her torso and arms. she grows too, too large to come on board the ship without being hauled up in a boat from the water. she sings when the storms come and swims before the ship to guide it to safety. she fights off more than one beast of the seas, and gathers a set of scars across her back that she bears with pride. “i don’t mind,” she says, when the captain fusses over her, “now i match all of you.” the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. “we shouldn’t fight him,” she says, peering through the spyglass. “why not?” the mermaid asks. “he’ll win,” the first mate says. the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. “are you sure?” she asks. x the enemy fleet surrenders after the flagship is sunk in the night, the anchor ripped off the ship and the planks torn off the hull. the surviving crew, wild-eyed and delirious, whimper and say a sea serpent came from the water and attacked them, say it was longer than the boat and crushed it in its coils. the first mate hears this and has to hide her laughter. the captain apologizes to his daughter for doubting her. “don’t worry,” she says, with a bright laugh, “it was fun.” x the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they can’t possibly fight them, and they don’t have the time to escape. “let me up,” the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. “bring me up, quickly, quickly.” they lower the boat and she piles her sinous form into it, and uses her claws to help the crew pull her up. once on the deck she flops out of the boat and makes her way over to the bow. the crew tries to help but she’s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her. she crawls up out in front of the rail and wraps her long webbed tail around the prow. the figurehead has served them well so far but they need more right now. she wraps herself around the figurehead and raises her body up into the wind takes a breath of the stinging salt air and sings. the storm carries her voice on its front to the royal navy. they are enchanted, so stunned by her song that they drop the rigging ropes and let the tillers drift. the pirates sail through the center of the fleet, trailing the storm behind them, and by the time the fleet has managed to regain its senses they are buried in wind and rain and the pirates are gone. x she declines guns. instead she carries a harpoon and its launcher, and uses them to board enemy ships, hauling her massive form out of the water to coil on the deck and dispatch enemies with ruthless efficiency. her family is feared across all the sea. x “you know we are dying,” the captain says, looking down at her. she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise. “i know,” she says, “i can feel it coming.” the first mate stands next to the captain. she never had a lover or a child, and neither did he, but to the mermaid they are her parents. she will always love her daughter. the tattoos are graven in dark swirls across the mermaid’s deep brown skin and the flesh of her tail, even spiraling onto the spiked webbing on her spine and face. her hair is still tied back, this time with a sail that could not be patched one last time. “we love you,” the first mate says simply, looking down. her own tightly coiled black hair falls in to her face; she shakes the locs out of the way and smiles through her tears. the captain pretends he isnt crying either. “i love you too,” the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time. “guard the ship,” the captain says. “you always have but you know they’re lost without you.” “without you,” the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. “what will we do?” “i don’t know,” the captain says. “but you’ll help them, won’t you?” “of course i will,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “i will always protect my family.” x the captain and the first mate are gone. the ship has a new captain, young and fearless - of the things she can afford to disregard. she fears and loves the ocean, as all captains do. she does not fear the royal fleet. and she does not fear the mermaid. “you know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,” she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock. the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. “is that so?” she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy. “they said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,” the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a moment’s hesitation. “i always thought they were telling tall tales.” “and now?” “they were right,” the new captain says. “how did they ever befriend you?” the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. “they didn’t know any better.” She protects her family. Hi everybody! Guess what’s being posted on AO3 now at the following link! https://archiveofourown.org/works/22498384/chapters/53760817 That’s right! Here you go. I’ll be uploading it in some chunks, because I want to make sure I have everything I wanted edited cleanly finished, but follow the story there! HEY GUYS GUESS WHATS BACK ON THE DASHBOARD AND BETTER THAN EVER I love this

ironwoman359:
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This is how the golden age of piracy ended.
The first mermaid to get tattoos :)

“we didn’t know any better,” the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. “what do we do now?”
“kill it,” the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes.
“we can’t,” the first mate says desperately, praying she won’t have to fight her captain on this. “we can’t. we - i won’t. we won’t.”
“i know.”
x
“daddy,” she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, “daddy, la-la, la-la-la.”
her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isn’t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasn’t even trying. the crew has taken to diving for shellfish near the shorelines for her; she loves them, splitting the shells apart with strength seen in no human toddler, slurping down the slimy molluscs inside and laughing, all plump brown cheeks and needle-sharp teeth. she sometimes splashes them for fun with her smooth, rubbery brown tail. even when they get soaked they laugh. they love her.
“daddy,” she calls again, and he can hear the worry in her voice. the storm rocking the ship is harsh and uncaring, and if they go down, she would be the only survivor.
“don’t worry,” he says, and goes over, sitting next to the tub. the first mate, leaning against the wall, pretends not to notice as he quietly begins to sing.
x
“father,” she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, “why am I here?”
“your mother abandoned you,” he says, as he always has. “we found you adrift, and couldn’t bear to leave you there.”
she picks at the salt-soaked boards, uncertain. her hair is pulled back in a fluffy black puff, the white linen holding it slipping almost over one of her dark eyes. one of her first tattoos, a many-limbed kraken, curls over her right shoulder and down her arm, delicate tendrils wrapped around her calloused fingertips. “alright,” she says.
x
“why am I really here?” she asks the first mate, watching the sun set over the water in streaks of liquid metal that pooled in the troughs of the waves and glittered on the seafoam.
“we didn’t know any better,” the first mate says, staring into the water. “we didn’t know- we didn’t know anything. we didn’t understand why she fought so viciously to guard her treasure. we could not know she protected something a thousand times more precious than the purest gold.”
she wants to be furious, but she can’t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her father’s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she can’t hate her family.
“it’s alright,” she says. “i do have a family, anyways. i don’t think i would have liked my other life near as much.”
x
her kraken grows, spreading its tendrils over her torso and arms. she grows too, too large to come on board the ship without being hauled up in a boat from the water. she sings when the storms come and swims before the ship to guide it to safety. she fights off more than one beast of the seas, and gathers a set of scars across her back that she bears with pride. “i don’t mind,” she says, when the captain fusses over her, “now i match all of you.”
the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. “we shouldn’t fight him,” she says, peering through the spyglass.
“why not?” the mermaid asks.
“he’ll win,” the first mate says.
the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. “are you sure?” she asks.
x
the enemy fleet surrenders after the flagship is sunk in the night, the anchor ripped off the ship and the planks torn off the hull. the surviving crew, wild-eyed and delirious, whimper and say a sea serpent came from the water and attacked them, say it was longer than the boat and crushed it in its coils. the first mate hears this and has to hide her laughter. the captain apologizes to his daughter for doubting her.
“don’t worry,” she says, with a bright laugh, “it was fun.”
x
the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they can’t possibly fight them, and they don’t have the time to escape.
“let me up,” the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. “bring me up, quickly, quickly.”
they lower the boat and she piles her sinous form into it, and uses her claws to help the crew pull her up. once on the deck she flops out of the boat and makes her way over to the bow. the crew tries to help but she’s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her.
she crawls up out in front of the rail and wraps her long webbed tail around the prow. the figurehead has served them well so far but they need more right now. she wraps herself around the figurehead and raises her body up into the wind takes a breath of the stinging salt air and sings.
the storm carries her voice on its front to the royal navy. they are enchanted, so stunned by her song that they drop the rigging ropes and let the tillers drift. the pirates sail through the center of the fleet, trailing the storm behind them, and by the time the fleet has managed to regain its senses they are buried in wind and rain and the pirates are gone.
x
she declines guns. instead she carries a harpoon and its launcher, and uses them to board enemy ships, hauling her massive form out of the water to coil on the deck and dispatch enemies with ruthless efficiency. her family is feared across all the sea.
x
“you know we are dying,” the captain says, looking down at her.
she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise.
“i know,” she says, “i can feel it coming.”
the first mate stands next to the captain. she never had a lover or a child, and neither did he, but to the mermaid they are her parents. she will always love her daughter. the tattoos are graven in dark swirls across the mermaid’s deep brown skin and the flesh of her tail, even spiraling onto the spiked webbing on her spine and face. her hair is still tied back, this time with a sail that could not be patched one last time.
“we love you,” the first mate says simply, looking down. her own tightly coiled black hair falls in to her face; she shakes the locs out of the way and smiles through her tears. the captain pretends he isnt crying either.
“i love you too,” the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time.
“guard the ship,” the captain says. “you always have but you know they’re lost without you.”
“without you,” the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. “what will we do?”
“i don’t know,” the captain says. “but you’ll help them, won’t you?”
“of course i will,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “i will always protect my family.”
x
the captain and the first mate are gone. the ship has a new captain, young and fearless - of the things she can afford to disregard. she fears and loves the ocean, as all captains do. she does not fear the royal fleet. and she does not fear the mermaid.
“you know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,” she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock.
the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. “is that so?” she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy.
“they said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,” the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a moment’s hesitation. “i always thought they were telling tall tales.”
“and now?”
“they were right,” the new captain says. “how did they ever befriend you?”
the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. “they didn’t know any better.”

She protects her family.

Hi everybody! Guess what’s being posted on AO3 now at the following link!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22498384/chapters/53760817
That’s right! Here you go. I’ll be uploading it in some chunks, because I want to make sure I have everything I wanted edited cleanly finished, but follow the story there!

HEY GUYS GUESS WHATS BACK ON THE DASHBOARD AND BETTER THAN EVER

I love this
: ironwoman359:
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otherwindow:

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This is how the golden age of piracy ended.
The first mermaid to get tattoos :)

“we didn’t know any better,” the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. “what do we do now?”
“kill it,” the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes.
“we can’t,” the first mate says desperately, praying she won’t have to fight her captain on this. “we can’t. we - i won’t. we won’t.”
“i know.”
x
“daddy,” she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, “daddy, la-la, la-la-la.”
her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isn’t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasn’t even trying. the crew has taken to diving for shellfish near the shorelines for her; she loves them, splitting the shells apart with strength seen in no human toddler, slurping down the slimy molluscs inside and laughing, all plump brown cheeks and needle-sharp teeth. she sometimes splashes them for fun with her smooth, rubbery brown tail. even when they get soaked they laugh. they love her.
“daddy,” she calls again, and he can hear the worry in her voice. the storm rocking the ship is harsh and uncaring, and if they go down, she would be the only survivor.
“don’t worry,” he says, and goes over, sitting next to the tub. the first mate, leaning against the wall, pretends not to notice as he quietly begins to sing.
x
“father,” she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, “why am I here?”
“your mother abandoned you,” he says, as he always has. “we found you adrift, and couldn’t bear to leave you there.”
she picks at the salt-soaked boards, uncertain. her hair is pulled back in a fluffy black puff, the white linen holding it slipping almost over one of her dark eyes. one of her first tattoos, a many-limbed kraken, curls over her right shoulder and down her arm, delicate tendrils wrapped around her calloused fingertips. “alright,” she says.
x
“why am I really here?” she asks the first mate, watching the sun set over the water in streaks of liquid metal that pooled in the troughs of the waves and glittered on the seafoam.
“we didn’t know any better,” the first mate says, staring into the water. “we didn’t know- we didn’t know anything. we didn’t understand why she fought so viciously to guard her treasure. we could not know she protected something a thousand times more precious than the purest gold.”
she wants to be furious, but she can’t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her father’s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she can’t hate her family.
“it’s alright,” she says. “i do have a family, anyways. i don’t think i would have liked my other life near as much.”
x
her kraken grows, spreading its tendrils over her torso and arms. she grows too, too large to come on board the ship without being hauled up in a boat from the water. she sings when the storms come and swims before the ship to guide it to safety. she fights off more than one beast of the seas, and gathers a set of scars across her back that she bears with pride. “i don’t mind,” she says, when the captain fusses over her, “now i match all of you.”
the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. “we shouldn’t fight him,” she says, peering through the spyglass.
“why not?” the mermaid asks.
“he’ll win,” the first mate says.
the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. “are you sure?” she asks.
x
the enemy fleet surrenders after the flagship is sunk in the night, the anchor ripped off the ship and the planks torn off the hull. the surviving crew, wild-eyed and delirious, whimper and say a sea serpent came from the water and attacked them, say it was longer than the boat and crushed it in its coils. the first mate hears this and has to hide her laughter. the captain apologizes to his daughter for doubting her.
“don’t worry,” she says, with a bright laugh, “it was fun.”
x
the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they can’t possibly fight them, and they don’t have the time to escape.
“let me up,” the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. “bring me up, quickly, quickly.”
they lower the boat and she piles her sinous form into it, and uses her claws to help the crew pull her up. once on the deck she flops out of the boat and makes her way over to the bow. the crew tries to help but she’s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her.
she crawls up out in front of the rail and wraps her long webbed tail around the prow. the figurehead has served them well so far but they need more right now. she wraps herself around the figurehead and raises her body up into the wind takes a breath of the stinging salt air and sings.
the storm carries her voice on its front to the royal navy. they are enchanted, so stunned by her song that they drop the rigging ropes and let the tillers drift. the pirates sail through the center of the fleet, trailing the storm behind them, and by the time the fleet has managed to regain its senses they are buried in wind and rain and the pirates are gone.
x
she declines guns. instead she carries a harpoon and its launcher, and uses them to board enemy ships, hauling her massive form out of the water to coil on the deck and dispatch enemies with ruthless efficiency. her family is feared across all the sea.
x
“you know we are dying,” the captain says, looking down at her.
she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise.
“i know,” she says, “i can feel it coming.”
the first mate stands next to the captain. she never had a lover or a child, and neither did he, but to the mermaid they are her parents. she will always love her daughter. the tattoos are graven in dark swirls across the mermaid’s deep brown skin and the flesh of her tail, even spiraling onto the spiked webbing on her spine and face. her hair is still tied back, this time with a sail that could not be patched one last time.
“we love you,” the first mate says simply, looking down. her own tightly coiled black hair falls in to her face; she shakes the locs out of the way and smiles through her tears. the captain pretends he isnt crying either.
“i love you too,” the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time.
“guard the ship,” the captain says. “you always have but you know they’re lost without you.”
“without you,” the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. “what will we do?”
“i don’t know,” the captain says. “but you’ll help them, won’t you?”
“of course i will,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “i will always protect my family.”
x
the captain and the first mate are gone. the ship has a new captain, young and fearless - of the things she can afford to disregard. she fears and loves the ocean, as all captains do. she does not fear the royal fleet. and she does not fear the mermaid.
“you know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,” she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock.
the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. “is that so?” she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy.
“they said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,” the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a moment’s hesitation. “i always thought they were telling tall tales.”
“and now?”
“they were right,” the new captain says. “how did they ever befriend you?”
the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. “they didn’t know any better.”

She protects her family.

Hi everybody! Guess what’s being posted on AO3 now at the following link!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22498384/chapters/53760817
That’s right! Here you go. I’ll be uploading it in some chunks, because I want to make sure I have everything I wanted edited cleanly finished, but follow the story there!

HEY GUYS GUESS WHATS BACK ON THE DASHBOARD AND BETTER THAN EVER

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unnameablethings:

dragonsateyourtoast:

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dragonsateyourtoast:

otherwindow:

otherwindow:
This is how the golden age of piracy ended.
The first mermaid to get tattoos :)

“we didn’t know any better,” the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. “what do we do now?”
“kill it,” the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes.
“we can’t,” the first mate says desperately, praying she won’t have to fight her captain on this. “we can’t. we - i won’t. we won’t.”
“i know.”
x
“daddy,” she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, “daddy, la-la, la-la-la.”
her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isn’t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasn’t even trying. the crew has taken to diving for shellfish near the shorelines for her; she loves them, splitting the shells apart with strength seen in no human toddler, slurping down the slimy molluscs inside and laughing, all plump brown cheeks and needle-sharp teeth. she sometimes splashes them for fun with her smooth, rubbery brown tail. even when they get soaked they laugh. they love her.
“daddy,” she calls again, and he can hear the worry in her voice. the storm rocking the ship is harsh and uncaring, and if they go down, she would be the only survivor.
“don’t worry,” he says, and goes over, sitting next to the tub. the first mate, leaning against the wall, pretends not to notice as he quietly begins to sing.
x
“father,” she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, “why am I here?”
“your mother abandoned you,” he says, as he always has. “we found you adrift, and couldn’t bear to leave you there.”
she picks at the salt-soaked boards, uncertain. her hair is pulled back in a fluffy black puff, the white linen holding it slipping almost over one of her dark eyes. one of her first tattoos, a many-limbed kraken, curls over her right shoulder and down her arm, delicate tendrils wrapped around her calloused fingertips. “alright,” she says.
x
“why am I really here?” she asks the first mate, watching the sun set over the water in streaks of liquid metal that pooled in the troughs of the waves and glittered on the seafoam.
“we didn’t know any better,” the first mate says, staring into the water. “we didn’t know- we didn’t know anything. we didn’t understand why she fought so viciously to guard her treasure. we could not know she protected something a thousand times more precious than the purest gold.”
she wants to be furious, but she can’t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her father’s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she can’t hate her family.
“it’s alright,” she says. “i do have a family, anyways. i don’t think i would have liked my other life near as much.”
x
her kraken grows, spreading its tendrils over her torso and arms. she grows too, too large to come on board the ship without being hauled up in a boat from the water. she sings when the storms come and swims before the ship to guide it to safety. she fights off more than one beast of the seas, and gathers a set of scars across her back that she bears with pride. “i don’t mind,” she says, when the captain fusses over her, “now i match all of you.”
the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. “we shouldn’t fight him,” she says, peering through the spyglass.
“why not?” the mermaid asks.
“he’ll win,” the first mate says.
the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. “are you sure?” she asks.
x
the enemy fleet surrenders after the flagship is sunk in the night, the anchor ripped off the ship and the planks torn off the hull. the surviving crew, wild-eyed and delirious, whimper and say a sea serpent came from the water and attacked them, say it was longer than the boat and crushed it in its coils. the first mate hears this and has to hide her laughter. the captain apologizes to his daughter for doubting her.
“don’t worry,” she says, with a bright laugh, “it was fun.”
x
the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they can’t possibly fight them, and they don’t have the time to escape.
“let me up,” the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. “bring me up, quickly, quickly.”
they lower the boat and she piles her sinous form into it, and uses her claws to help the crew pull her up. once on the deck she flops out of the boat and makes her way over to the bow. the crew tries to help but she’s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her.
she crawls up out in front of the rail and wraps her long webbed tail around the prow. the figurehead has served them well so far but they need more right now. she wraps herself around the figurehead and raises her body up into the wind takes a breath of the stinging salt air and sings.
the storm carries her voice on its front to the royal navy. they are enchanted, so stunned by her song that they drop the rigging ropes and let the tillers drift. the pirates sail through the center of the fleet, trailing the storm behind them, and by the time the fleet has managed to regain its senses they are buried in wind and rain and the pirates are gone.
x
she declines guns. instead she carries a harpoon and its launcher, and uses them to board enemy ships, hauling her massive form out of the water to coil on the deck and dispatch enemies with ruthless efficiency. her family is feared across all the sea.
x
“you know we are dying,” the captain says, looking down at her.
she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise.
“i know,” she says, “i can feel it coming.”
the first mate stands next to the captain. she never had a lover or a child, and neither did he, but to the mermaid they are her parents. she will always love her daughter. the tattoos are graven in dark swirls across the mermaid’s deep brown skin and the flesh of her tail, even spiraling onto the spiked webbing on her spine and face. her hair is still tied back, this time with a sail that could not be patched one last time.
“we love you,” the first mate says simply, looking down. her own tightly coiled black hair falls in to her face; she shakes the locs out of the way and smiles through her tears. the captain pretends he isnt crying either.
“i love you too,” the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time.
“guard the ship,” the captain says. “you always have but you know they’re lost without you.”
“without you,” the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. “what will we do?”
“i don’t know,” the captain says. “but you’ll help them, won’t you?”
“of course i will,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “i will always protect my family.”
x
the captain and the first mate are gone. the ship has a new captain, young and fearless - of the things she can afford to disregard. she fears and loves the ocean, as all captains do. she does not fear the royal fleet. and she does not fear the mermaid.
“you know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,” she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock.
the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. “is that so?” she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy.
“they said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,” the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a moment’s hesitation. “i always thought they were telling tall tales.”
“and now?”
“they were right,” the new captain says. “how did they ever befriend you?”
the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. “they didn’t know any better.”

She protects her family.

Hi everybody! Guess what’s being posted on AO3 now at the following link!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22498384/chapters/53760817
That’s right! Here you go. I’ll be uploading it in some chunks, because I want to make sure I have everything I wanted edited cleanly finished, but follow the story there!

HEY GUYS GUESS WHATS BACK ON THE DASHBOARD AND BETTER THAN EVER

I love this
: ironwoman359:
cereusblue:

unnameablethings:

dragonsateyourtoast:

redporkpadthai:

dragonsateyourtoast:

otherwindow:

otherwindow:
This is how the golden age of piracy ended.
The first mermaid to get tattoos :)

“we didn’t know any better,” the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. “what do we do now?”
“kill it,” the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes.
“we can’t,” the first mate says desperately, praying she won’t have to fight her captain on this. “we can’t. we - i won’t. we won’t.”
“i know.”
x
“daddy,” she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, “daddy, la-la, la-la-la.”
her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isn’t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasn’t even trying. the crew has taken to diving for shellfish near the shorelines for her; she loves them, splitting the shells apart with strength seen in no human toddler, slurping down the slimy molluscs inside and laughing, all plump brown cheeks and needle-sharp teeth. she sometimes splashes them for fun with her smooth, rubbery brown tail. even when they get soaked they laugh. they love her.
“daddy,” she calls again, and he can hear the worry in her voice. the storm rocking the ship is harsh and uncaring, and if they go down, she would be the only survivor.
“don’t worry,” he says, and goes over, sitting next to the tub. the first mate, leaning against the wall, pretends not to notice as he quietly begins to sing.
x
“father,” she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, “why am I here?”
“your mother abandoned you,” he says, as he always has. “we found you adrift, and couldn’t bear to leave you there.”
she picks at the salt-soaked boards, uncertain. her hair is pulled back in a fluffy black puff, the white linen holding it slipping almost over one of her dark eyes. one of her first tattoos, a many-limbed kraken, curls over her right shoulder and down her arm, delicate tendrils wrapped around her calloused fingertips. “alright,” she says.
x
“why am I really here?” she asks the first mate, watching the sun set over the water in streaks of liquid metal that pooled in the troughs of the waves and glittered on the seafoam.
“we didn’t know any better,” the first mate says, staring into the water. “we didn’t know- we didn’t know anything. we didn’t understand why she fought so viciously to guard her treasure. we could not know she protected something a thousand times more precious than the purest gold.”
she wants to be furious, but she can’t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her father’s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she can’t hate her family.
“it’s alright,” she says. “i do have a family, anyways. i don’t think i would have liked my other life near as much.”
x
her kraken grows, spreading its tendrils over her torso and arms. she grows too, too large to come on board the ship without being hauled up in a boat from the water. she sings when the storms come and swims before the ship to guide it to safety. she fights off more than one beast of the seas, and gathers a set of scars across her back that she bears with pride. “i don’t mind,” she says, when the captain fusses over her, “now i match all of you.”
the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. “we shouldn’t fight him,” she says, peering through the spyglass.
“why not?” the mermaid asks.
“he’ll win,” the first mate says.
the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. “are you sure?” she asks.
x
the enemy fleet surrenders after the flagship is sunk in the night, the anchor ripped off the ship and the planks torn off the hull. the surviving crew, wild-eyed and delirious, whimper and say a sea serpent came from the water and attacked them, say it was longer than the boat and crushed it in its coils. the first mate hears this and has to hide her laughter. the captain apologizes to his daughter for doubting her.
“don’t worry,” she says, with a bright laugh, “it was fun.”
x
the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they can’t possibly fight them, and they don’t have the time to escape.
“let me up,” the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. “bring me up, quickly, quickly.”
they lower the boat and she piles her sinous form into it, and uses her claws to help the crew pull her up. once on the deck she flops out of the boat and makes her way over to the bow. the crew tries to help but she’s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her.
she crawls up out in front of the rail and wraps her long webbed tail around the prow. the figurehead has served them well so far but they need more right now. she wraps herself around the figurehead and raises her body up into the wind takes a breath of the stinging salt air and sings.
the storm carries her voice on its front to the royal navy. they are enchanted, so stunned by her song that they drop the rigging ropes and let the tillers drift. the pirates sail through the center of the fleet, trailing the storm behind them, and by the time the fleet has managed to regain its senses they are buried in wind and rain and the pirates are gone.
x
she declines guns. instead she carries a harpoon and its launcher, and uses them to board enemy ships, hauling her massive form out of the water to coil on the deck and dispatch enemies with ruthless efficiency. her family is feared across all the sea.
x
“you know we are dying,” the captain says, looking down at her.
she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise.
“i know,” she says, “i can feel it coming.”
the first mate stands next to the captain. she never had a lover or a child, and neither did he, but to the mermaid they are her parents. she will always love her daughter. the tattoos are graven in dark swirls across the mermaid’s deep brown skin and the flesh of her tail, even spiraling onto the spiked webbing on her spine and face. her hair is still tied back, this time with a sail that could not be patched one last time.
“we love you,” the first mate says simply, looking down. her own tightly coiled black hair falls in to her face; she shakes the locs out of the way and smiles through her tears. the captain pretends he isnt crying either.
“i love you too,” the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time.
“guard the ship,” the captain says. “you always have but you know they’re lost without you.”
“without you,” the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. “what will we do?”
“i don’t know,” the captain says. “but you’ll help them, won’t you?”
“of course i will,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “i will always protect my family.”
x
the captain and the first mate are gone. the ship has a new captain, young and fearless - of the things she can afford to disregard. she fears and loves the ocean, as all captains do. she does not fear the royal fleet. and she does not fear the mermaid.
“you know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,” she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock.
the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. “is that so?” she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy.
“they said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,” the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a moment’s hesitation. “i always thought they were telling tall tales.”
“and now?”
“they were right,” the new captain says. “how did they ever befriend you?”
the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. “they didn’t know any better.”

She protects her family.

Hi everybody! Guess what’s being posted on AO3 now at the following link!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22498384/chapters/53760817
That’s right! Here you go. I’ll be uploading it in some chunks, because I want to make sure I have everything I wanted edited cleanly finished, but follow the story there!

HEY GUYS GUESS WHATS BACK ON THE DASHBOARD AND BETTER THAN EVER

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nittany-tiger: bolodelalialailabulletblender: pyronoid-d: crisontumblr: neogeotorpedo: stamda: imgonnafucktherobot: thatmetticguy: pyronoid-d: look how many fucking endings and routes this game had this is also ignoring the true ending is….is this the shadow the hedgehog story map fun fact in shadow the hedgehog, completing a playthrough unlocked a cutscene sequence of that playthrough in the extras menu literally just the level cutscenes placed in the order that you just played each sequence had its own name and all 300 of them needed to be unlocked to 100% the game you literally with no exaggeration had to do 300 playthroughs of shadow the hedgehog to 100% it what the fuck It’s actually 326 playthroughs, and some of the titles read like b-sides from My Chemical Romance’s middle two records. Like. Seriously. Look at this shit: I’m pretty sure Trent Reznor has a song titled after number 39, like come on. For anyone needing titles for their angst fic, just consult this list. It’s probably got you covered. In fact, I propose we take this list and make a writing meme out of it. Can we? Can we make this a thing? this post is old as fuck BUT i wanted to revisit it because guess what got posted to /r/speedrun today JESUS Didn’t know Shadow had all of that stuff in it. : nittany-tiger: bolodelalialailabulletblender: pyronoid-d: crisontumblr: neogeotorpedo: stamda: imgonnafucktherobot: thatmetticguy: pyronoid-d: look how many fucking endings and routes this game had this is also ignoring the true ending is….is this the shadow the hedgehog story map fun fact in shadow the hedgehog, completing a playthrough unlocked a cutscene sequence of that playthrough in the extras menu literally just the level cutscenes placed in the order that you just played each sequence had its own name and all 300 of them needed to be unlocked to 100% the game you literally with no exaggeration had to do 300 playthroughs of shadow the hedgehog to 100% it what the fuck It’s actually 326 playthroughs, and some of the titles read like b-sides from My Chemical Romance’s middle two records. Like. Seriously. Look at this shit: I’m pretty sure Trent Reznor has a song titled after number 39, like come on. For anyone needing titles for their angst fic, just consult this list. It’s probably got you covered. In fact, I propose we take this list and make a writing meme out of it. Can we? Can we make this a thing? this post is old as fuck BUT i wanted to revisit it because guess what got posted to /r/speedrun today JESUS Didn’t know Shadow had all of that stuff in it.

nittany-tiger:

bolodelalialailabulletblender:

pyronoid-d:

crisontumblr:

neogeotorpedo:

stamda:

imgonnafucktherobot:

thatmetticguy:

pyronoid-d:

look how many fucking endings and routes this game had

this is also ignoring the true ending

is….is this the shadow the hedgehog story map

fun fact
in shadow the hedgehog, completing a playthrough unlocked a cutscene sequence of that playthrough in the extras menu
literally just the level cutscenes placed in the order that you just played
each sequence had its own name and all 300 of them needed to be unlocked to 100% the game
you literally with no exaggeration had to do 300 playthroughs of shadow the hedgehog to 100% it

what the fuck

It’s actually 326 playthroughs, and some of the titles read like b-sides from My Chemical Romance’s middle two records. Like. Seriously. Look at this shit:
I’m pretty sure Trent Reznor has a song titled after number 39, like come on.
For anyone needing titles for their angst fic, just consult this list. It’s probably got you covered. In fact, I propose we take this list and make a writing meme out of it. Can we? Can we make this a thing?

this post is old as fuck BUT i wanted to revisit it because guess what got posted to /r/speedrun today

JESUS

Didn’t know Shadow had all of that stuff in it.
: nittany-tiger:

bolodelalialailabulletblender:

pyronoid-d:

crisontumblr:

neogeotorpedo:

stamda:

imgonnafucktherobot:

thatmetticguy:

pyronoid-d:

look how many fucking endings and routes this game had

this is also ignoring the true ending

is….is this the shadow the hedgehog story map

fun fact
in shadow the hedgehog, completing a playthrough unlocked a cutscene sequence of that playthrough in the extras menu
literally just the level cutscenes placed in the order that you just played
each sequence had its own name and all 300 of them needed to be unlocked to 100% the game
you literally with no exaggeration had to do 300 playthroughs of shadow the hedgehog to 100% it

what the fuck

It’s actually 326 playthroughs, and some of the titles read like b-sides from My Chemical Romance’s middle two records. Like. Seriously. Look at this shit:
I’m pretty sure Trent Reznor has a song titled after number 39, like come on.
For anyone needing titles for their angst fic, just consult this list. It’s probably got you covered. In fact, I propose we take this list and make a writing meme out of it. Can we? Can we make this a thing?

this post is old as fuck BUT i wanted to revisit it because guess what got posted to /r/speedrun today

JESUS

Didn’t know Shadow had all of that stuff in it.

nittany-tiger:

bolodelalialailabulletblender:

pyronoid-d:

crisontumblr:

neogeotorpedo:

stamda:

imgonnafucktherobot:

thatmetticguy:

pyronoid-d:

look how many fucking endings and routes this game had

this is also ignoring the true ending

is….is this the shadow the hedgehog story map

fun fact
in shadow the hedgehog, completing a playthrough unlocked a cutscene sequence of that playthrough in the extras menu
literally just the level cutscenes placed in the order that you just played
each sequence had its own name and all 300 of them needed to be unlocked to 100% the game
you literally with no exaggeration had to do 300 playthroughs of shadow the hedgehog to 100% it

what the fuck

It’s actually 326 playthroughs, and some of the titles read like b-sides from My Chemical Romance’s middle two records. Like. Seriously. Look at this shit:
I’m pretty sure Trent Reznor has a song titled after number 39, like come on.
For anyone needing titles for their angst fic, just consult this list. It’s probably got you covered. In fact, I propose we take this list and make a writing meme out of it. Can we? Can we make this a thing?

this post is old as fuck BUT i wanted to revisit it because guess what got posted to /r/speedrun today

JESUS

Didn’t know Shadow had all of that stuff in it.
: nittany-tiger:

bolodelalialailabulletblender:

pyronoid-d:

crisontumblr:

neogeotorpedo:

stamda:

imgonnafucktherobot:

thatmetticguy:

pyronoid-d:

look how many fucking endings and routes this game had

this is also ignoring the true ending

is….is this the shadow the hedgehog story map

fun fact
in shadow the hedgehog, completing a playthrough unlocked a cutscene sequence of that playthrough in the extras menu
literally just the level cutscenes placed in the order that you just played
each sequence had its own name and all 300 of them needed to be unlocked to 100% the game
you literally with no exaggeration had to do 300 playthroughs of shadow the hedgehog to 100% it

what the fuck

It’s actually 326 playthroughs, and some of the titles read like b-sides from My Chemical Romance’s middle two records. Like. Seriously. Look at this shit:
I’m pretty sure Trent Reznor has a song titled after number 39, like come on.
For anyone needing titles for their angst fic, just consult this list. It’s probably got you covered. In fact, I propose we take this list and make a writing meme out of it. Can we? Can we make this a thing?

this post is old as fuck BUT i wanted to revisit it because guess what got posted to /r/speedrun today

JESUS

Didn’t know Shadow had all of that stuff in it.

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I’m out of ideas! XD next? THIS IS TOO CUTE I CAN’T LEAVE IT ALONE I’M SORRY OHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDD!!!!!!! LOOOK ATT THIIIIS!!!! LOOOOK ATTT THIIIISS!!!! 80 NEEEXT!!!!! IT HAD TO BE DONE: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *O* OH MY GOOD!!!!! ThAT’S IT!!!! #0o0# so yeah I LOVE THIS REBLOGGED THIS TWICE I have a need…..I must add to this… still waiting for the smut C’mon guys… it needs some smut THIS NEEDS TO CONTINUE SOMEONE PLEASE CONTINUE IT Not so perfect but still perfect first date HOLY SHIT I LOVE THIS WITH MY ENTIRE HEART O HECk IT GOT bETtEr OMG, THIS IS PERFECT 💖 notes/letters=the most intimate gesture! THERES MORE I reblogged this like a year and a half ago and IT CONTINUES!? ITS BACK OMG Omg it’s here! THIS CUTE I WANNA CONTINUE IT Ok I tried because this is so cute OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDFFDFF IT GOT EVEN BETTER OMG This has to be the most adorable thing I’ve seen today. This gave me so many happy and cute feels every time this circles back there’s always more, I love you all this warms my heart on so many levels <3 ITS BACK I’m just sitting here Hitting my knee Squealing and smiling omfg hey remember that time tumblr wrote an. entire. gay webcomic. This just goes to show that we can all do great things if we collaborate and accept each other. AAAAAAHH ITS BACK THIS IS SOOOOO ADORABLE ♡♡♡♡♡♡ Only because it’s fucking cute!!! This is so beautiful ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Let it continue!!! Here’s my addiction If the text is to small:Happy birthday!!!………..I’ll see you later today?If you want….I have something Important to ask you,,,, >.> <.< ^_^;; ^///////^ Keepin it rollin! My contribution to this adorable story ^^ Can I request naming the big guy Damian and the little one Ollie? Plot twist. I kinda want the big one to be Ollie and the little guy Damian. Double plot twist: same i added sum more– This is my favorite. B E A U T I F U L The last hand kiss got me…..oh wow. IT’S B A C K i love this so much I LOVE THIS My gay ass need CONTINUATION!!!! WOW! 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I’m out of ideas! XD next? THIS IS TOO CUTE I CAN’T LEAVE IT ALONE I’M SORRY OHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDD!!!!!!! LOOOK ATT THIIIIS!!!! LOOOOK ATTT THIIIISS!!!! 80 NEEEXT!!!!! IT HAD TO BE DONE: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *O* OH MY GOOD!!!!! ThAT’S IT!!!! #0o0# so yeah I LOVE THIS REBLOGGED THIS TWICE I have a need…..I must add to this… still waiting for the smut C’mon guys… it needs some smut THIS NEEDS TO CONTINUE SOMEONE PLEASE CONTINUE IT Not so perfect but still perfect first date HOLY SHIT I LOVE THIS WITH MY ENTIRE HEART O HECk IT GOT bETtEr OMG, THIS IS PERFECT 💖 notes/letters=the most intimate gesture! THERES MORE I reblogged this like a year and a half ago and IT CONTINUES!? ITS BACK OMG Omg it’s here! THIS CUTE I WANNA CONTINUE IT Ok I tried because this is so cute OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDFFDFF IT GOT EVEN BETTER OMG This has to be the most adorable thing I’ve seen today. This gave me so many happy and cute feels every time this circles back there’s always more, I love you all this warms my heart on so many levels <3 ITS BACK I’m just sitting here Hitting my knee Squealing and smiling omfg hey remember that time tumblr wrote an. entire. gay webcomic. This just goes to show that we can all do great things if we collaborate and accept each other. AAAAAAHH ITS BACK THIS IS SOOOOO ADORABLE ♡♡♡♡♡♡ Only because it’s fucking cute!!! This is so beautiful ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Let it continue!!! Here’s my addiction If the text is to small:Happy birthday!!!………..I’ll see you later today?If you want….I have something Important to ask you,,,, >.> <.< ^_^;; ^///////^ Keepin it rollin! My contribution to this adorable story ^^ Can I request naming the big guy Damian and the little one Ollie? Plot twist. I kinda want the big one to be Ollie and the little guy Damian. Double plot twist: same i added sum more– This is my favorite. B E A U T I F U L The last hand kiss got me…..oh wow. IT’S B A C K i love this so much I LOVE THIS My gay ass need CONTINUATION!!!! WOW! THIS HAS PROGRESSED SO MUCH SINCE I LAST SAW THIS! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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fandomfan315:

wereallcurioshere12:

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goldiemarsh:

darkishleaf:

stanlysatanly:

darkishleaf:

crimson-chains:

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twiglightdragon:

gay-bara-yaoi-cartoon:

coolneko:

goldenyaoi:

morning-star-sempai:

siilasraayan:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

capri-sunqueen:

just-a-slytherin-with-salt:

tree-of-blue-squirrel:

snovolovac:

rattling-the-stars-in-a-tardis:

madamelibrarian:

soubidou:

multifandom-hoes:

iamatrashfan:

iamatrashfan:

monstersofmemory:

charliejamesnovak:

conniemcfalcon:

thegamerkangaroo:

m4dh4ttey266:

zaku-kazu:

mild-creativity:

ameliapondandrory:

ringo-smile:

yaoi-online:

janaya7609:

yaoi-totally-my-life:

ash-asr:

small-town-ink:

romanoscurl:

inafantasy-wby:

theartofwazzing:

maria-ruta:

bluetiesandflannelshirts:

maria-ruta:

hamburgergod:

maria-ruta:

schottishy:

m-i-y-u-k-i-nyaa:

daitoshi:

all-canadian-striderp:

cheese3d:

cheese3d:

anyone please ask your crush out like this

The thrilling answer

no they need to kiss out behind the school!!!!

oops my hand slipped

nexttttt pleaseee :D

Come on guys add on to this tumblr needs this to be a comic series

I was asked for doing this, so I did
BAM!
I’m out of ideas! XD
next?

THIS IS TOO CUTE I CAN’T LEAVE IT ALONE I’M SORRY

OHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDD!!!!!!!
LOOOK ATT THIIIIS!!!!
LOOOOK ATTT THIIIISS!!!!
80
NEEEXT!!!!!

IT HAD TO BE DONE:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*O*
OH MY GOOD!!!!!
ThAT’S IT!!!!
#0o0#

so yeah

I LOVE THIS

REBLOGGED THIS TWICE

I have a need…..I must add to this…

still waiting for the smut

C’mon guys… it needs some smut

THIS NEEDS TO CONTINUE

SOMEONE PLEASE CONTINUE IT

Not so perfect but still perfect first date

HOLY SHIT I LOVE THIS WITH MY ENTIRE HEART

O HECk IT GOT bETtEr

OMG, THIS IS PERFECT 💖

notes/letters=the most intimate gesture!

THERES MORE

I reblogged this like a year and a half ago and IT CONTINUES!?

ITS BACK OMG

Omg it’s here!

THIS CUTE I WANNA CONTINUE IT

Ok I tried because this is so cute

OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDFFDFF

IT GOT EVEN BETTER OMG

This has to be the most adorable thing I’ve seen today.

This gave me so many happy and cute feels

every time this circles back there’s always more, I love you all

this warms my heart on so many levels <3

ITS BACK

I’m just sitting here
Hitting my knee
Squealing and smiling omfg

hey remember that time tumblr wrote an. entire. gay webcomic.

This just goes to show that we can all do great things if we collaborate and accept each other.

AAAAAAHH ITS BACK

THIS IS SOOOOO ADORABLE ♡♡♡♡♡♡

Only because it’s fucking cute!!!

This is so beautiful ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Let it continue!!! Here’s my addiction If the text is to small:Happy birthday!!!………..I’ll see you later today?If you want….I have something Important to ask you,,,, >.> <.< ^_^;; ^///////^

Keepin it rollin!

My contribution to this adorable story ^^

Can I request naming the big guy Damian and the little one Ollie?

Plot twist. I kinda want the big one to be Ollie and the little guy Damian.

Double plot twist: same

i added sum more–

This is my favorite.

B E A U T I F U L

The last hand kiss got me…..oh wow.

IT’S B A C K

i love this so much

I LOVE THIS

My gay ass need CONTINUATION!!!!

WOW!

THIS HAS PROGRESSED SO MUCH SINCE I LAST SAW THIS! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
: cgbk10:
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doggiediva13:

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goldiemarsh:

darkishleaf:

stanlysatanly:

darkishleaf:

crimson-chains:

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twiglightdragon:

gay-bara-yaoi-cartoon:

coolneko:

goldenyaoi:

morning-star-sempai:

siilasraayan:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

capri-sunqueen:

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tree-of-blue-squirrel:

snovolovac:

rattling-the-stars-in-a-tardis:

madamelibrarian:

soubidou:

multifandom-hoes:

iamatrashfan:

iamatrashfan:

monstersofmemory:

charliejamesnovak:

conniemcfalcon:

thegamerkangaroo:

m4dh4ttey266:

zaku-kazu:

mild-creativity:

ameliapondandrory:

ringo-smile:

yaoi-online:

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ash-asr:

small-town-ink:

romanoscurl:

inafantasy-wby:

theartofwazzing:

maria-ruta:

bluetiesandflannelshirts:

maria-ruta:

hamburgergod:

maria-ruta:

schottishy:

m-i-y-u-k-i-nyaa:

daitoshi:

all-canadian-striderp:

cheese3d:

cheese3d:

anyone please ask your crush out like this

The thrilling answer

no they need to kiss out behind the school!!!!

oops my hand slipped

nexttttt pleaseee :D

Come on guys add on to this tumblr needs this to be a comic series

I was asked for doing this, so I did
BAM!
I’m out of ideas! XD
next?

THIS IS TOO CUTE I CAN’T LEAVE IT ALONE I’M SORRY

OHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDD!!!!!!!
LOOOK ATT THIIIIS!!!!
LOOOOK ATTT THIIIISS!!!!
80
NEEEXT!!!!!

IT HAD TO BE DONE:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*O*
OH MY GOOD!!!!!
ThAT’S IT!!!!
#0o0#

so yeah

I LOVE THIS

REBLOGGED THIS TWICE

I have a need…..I must add to this…

still waiting for the smut

C’mon guys… it needs some smut

THIS NEEDS TO CONTINUE

SOMEONE PLEASE CONTINUE IT

Not so perfect but still perfect first date

HOLY SHIT I LOVE THIS WITH MY ENTIRE HEART

O HECk IT GOT bETtEr

OMG, THIS IS PERFECT 💖

notes/letters=the most intimate gesture!

THERES MORE

I reblogged this like a year and a half ago and IT CONTINUES!?

ITS BACK OMG

Omg it’s here!

THIS CUTE I WANNA CONTINUE IT

Ok I tried because this is so cute

OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDFFDFF

IT GOT EVEN BETTER OMG

This has to be the most adorable thing I’ve seen today.

This gave me so many happy and cute feels

every time this circles back there’s always more, I love you all

this warms my heart on so many levels <3

ITS BACK

I’m just sitting here
Hitting my knee
Squealing and smiling omfg

hey remember that time tumblr wrote an. entire. gay webcomic.

This just goes to show that we can all do great things if we collaborate and accept each other.

AAAAAAHH ITS BACK

THIS IS SOOOOO ADORABLE ♡♡♡♡♡♡

Only because it’s fucking cute!!!

This is so beautiful ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Let it continue!!! Here’s my addiction If the text is to small:Happy birthday!!!………..I’ll see you later today?If you want….I have something Important to ask you,,,, >.> <.< ^_^;; ^///////^

Keepin it rollin!

My contribution to this adorable story ^^

Can I request naming the big guy Damian and the little one Ollie?

Plot twist. I kinda want the big one to be Ollie and the little guy Damian.

Double plot twist: same

i added sum more–

This is my favorite.

B E A U T I F U L

The last hand kiss got me…..oh wow.

IT’S B A C K

i love this so much

I LOVE THIS

My gay ass need CONTINUATION!!!!

WOW!

THIS HAS PROGRESSED SO MUCH SINCE I LAST SAW THIS! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

cgbk10:
screaming-space-pastel:

cookie-cherry:

books-andbiscuits:

my-wifes-princess-apparently:

fandomfan315:

wereallcurioshere12:

doggiediva13:

mysteriouslyswimmingfan-blo-blog:

goldiemarsh:

darkishleaf:

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darkishleaf:

crimson-chains:

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twiglightdragon:

gay-bara-yaoi-cartoon:

coolneko:

goldenyaoi:

morning-star-sempai:

siilasraayan:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

capri-sunqueen:

just-a-slytherin-with-salt:

tree-of-blue-squirrel:

snovolovac:

rattling-the-stars-in-a-tardis:

madamelibrarian:

soubidou:

multifandom-hoes:

iamatrashfan:

iamatrashfan:

monstersofmemory:

charliejamesnovak:

conniemcfalcon:

thegamerkangaroo:

m4dh4ttey266:

zaku-kazu:

mild-creativity:

ameliapondandrory:

ringo-smile:

yaoi-online:

janaya7609:

yaoi-totally-my-life:

ash-asr:

small-town-ink:

romanoscurl:

inafantasy-wby:

theartofwazzing:

maria-ruta:

bluetiesandflannelshirts:

maria-ruta:

hamburgergod:

maria-ruta:

schottishy:

m-i-y-u-k-i-nyaa:

daitoshi:

all-canadian-striderp:

cheese3d:

cheese3d:

anyone please ask your crush out like this

The thrilling answer

no they need to kiss out behind the school!!!!

oops my hand slipped

nexttttt pleaseee :D

Come on guys add on to this tumblr needs this to be a comic series

I was asked for doing this, so I did
BAM!
I’m out of ideas! XD
next?

THIS IS TOO CUTE I CAN’T LEAVE IT ALONE I’M SORRY

OHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDD!!!!!!!
LOOOK ATT THIIIIS!!!!
LOOOOK ATTT THIIIISS!!!!
80
NEEEXT!!!!!

IT HAD TO BE DONE:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*O*
OH MY GOOD!!!!!
ThAT’S IT!!!!
#0o0#

so yeah

I LOVE THIS

REBLOGGED THIS TWICE

I have a need…..I must add to this…

still waiting for the smut

C’mon guys… it needs some smut

THIS NEEDS TO CONTINUE

SOMEONE PLEASE CONTINUE IT

Not so perfect but still perfect first date

HOLY SHIT I LOVE THIS WITH MY ENTIRE HEART

O HECk IT GOT bETtEr

OMG, THIS IS PERFECT 💖

notes/letters=the most intimate gesture!

THERES MORE

I reblogged this like a year and a half ago and IT CONTINUES!?

ITS BACK OMG

Omg it’s here!

THIS CUTE I WANNA CONTINUE IT

Ok I tried because this is so cute

OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDFFDFF

IT GOT EVEN BETTER OMG

This has to be the most adorable thing I’ve seen today.

This gave me so many happy and cute feels

every time this circles back there’s always more, I love you all

this warms my heart on so many levels <3

ITS BACK

I’m just sitting here
Hitting my knee
Squealing and smiling omfg

hey remember that time tumblr wrote an. entire. gay webcomic.

This just goes to show that we can all do great things if we collaborate and accept each other.

AAAAAAHH ITS BACK

THIS IS SOOOOO ADORABLE ♡♡♡♡♡♡

Only because it’s fucking cute!!!

This is so beautiful ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Let it continue!!! Here’s my addiction If the text is to small:Happy birthday!!!………..I’ll see you later today?If you want….I have something Important to ask you,,,, >.> <.< ^_^;; ^///////^

Keepin it rollin!

My contribution to this adorable story ^^

Can I request naming the big guy Damian and the little one Ollie?

Plot twist. I kinda want the big one to be Ollie and the little guy Damian.

Double plot twist: same

i added sum more–

This is my favorite.

B E A U T I F U L

The last hand kiss got me…..oh wow.

IT’S B A C K

i love this so much

I LOVE THIS

My gay ass need CONTINUATION!!!!

WOW!

THIS HAS PROGRESSED SO MUCH SINCE I LAST SAW THIS! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
: cgbk10:
screaming-space-pastel:

cookie-cherry:

books-andbiscuits:

my-wifes-princess-apparently:

fandomfan315:

wereallcurioshere12:

doggiediva13:

mysteriouslyswimmingfan-blo-blog:

goldiemarsh:

darkishleaf:

stanlysatanly:

darkishleaf:

crimson-chains:

foxpirates-art:

twiglightdragon:

gay-bara-yaoi-cartoon:

coolneko:

goldenyaoi:

morning-star-sempai:

siilasraayan:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

capri-sunqueen:

just-a-slytherin-with-salt:

tree-of-blue-squirrel:

snovolovac:

rattling-the-stars-in-a-tardis:

madamelibrarian:

soubidou:

multifandom-hoes:

iamatrashfan:

iamatrashfan:

monstersofmemory:

charliejamesnovak:

conniemcfalcon:

thegamerkangaroo:

m4dh4ttey266:

zaku-kazu:

mild-creativity:

ameliapondandrory:

ringo-smile:

yaoi-online:

janaya7609:

yaoi-totally-my-life:

ash-asr:

small-town-ink:

romanoscurl:

inafantasy-wby:

theartofwazzing:

maria-ruta:

bluetiesandflannelshirts:

maria-ruta:

hamburgergod:

maria-ruta:

schottishy:

m-i-y-u-k-i-nyaa:

daitoshi:

all-canadian-striderp:

cheese3d:

cheese3d:

anyone please ask your crush out like this

The thrilling answer

no they need to kiss out behind the school!!!!

oops my hand slipped

nexttttt pleaseee :D

Come on guys add on to this tumblr needs this to be a comic series

I was asked for doing this, so I did
BAM!
I’m out of ideas! XD
next?

THIS IS TOO CUTE I CAN’T LEAVE IT ALONE I’M SORRY

OHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDD!!!!!!!
LOOOK ATT THIIIIS!!!!
LOOOOK ATTT THIIIISS!!!!
80
NEEEXT!!!!!

IT HAD TO BE DONE:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*O*
OH MY GOOD!!!!!
ThAT’S IT!!!!
#0o0#

so yeah

I LOVE THIS

REBLOGGED THIS TWICE

I have a need…..I must add to this…

still waiting for the smut

C’mon guys… it needs some smut

THIS NEEDS TO CONTINUE

SOMEONE PLEASE CONTINUE IT

Not so perfect but still perfect first date

HOLY SHIT I LOVE THIS WITH MY ENTIRE HEART

O HECk IT GOT bETtEr

OMG, THIS IS PERFECT 💖

notes/letters=the most intimate gesture!

THERES MORE

I reblogged this like a year and a half ago and IT CONTINUES!?

ITS BACK OMG

Omg it’s here!

THIS CUTE I WANNA CONTINUE IT

Ok I tried because this is so cute

OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDFFDFF

IT GOT EVEN BETTER OMG

This has to be the most adorable thing I’ve seen today.

This gave me so many happy and cute feels

every time this circles back there’s always more, I love you all

this warms my heart on so many levels <3

ITS BACK

I’m just sitting here
Hitting my knee
Squealing and smiling omfg

hey remember that time tumblr wrote an. entire. gay webcomic.

This just goes to show that we can all do great things if we collaborate and accept each other.

AAAAAAHH ITS BACK

THIS IS SOOOOO ADORABLE ♡♡♡♡♡♡

Only because it’s fucking cute!!!

This is so beautiful ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Let it continue!!! Here’s my addiction If the text is to small:Happy birthday!!!………..I’ll see you later today?If you want….I have something Important to ask you,,,, >.> <.< ^_^;; ^///////^

Keepin it rollin!

My contribution to this adorable story ^^

Can I request naming the big guy Damian and the little one Ollie?

Plot twist. I kinda want the big one to be Ollie and the little guy Damian.

Double plot twist: same

i added sum more–

This is my favorite.

B E A U T I F U L

The last hand kiss got me…..oh wow.

IT’S B A C K

i love this so much

I LOVE THIS

My gay ass need CONTINUATION!!!!

WOW!

THIS HAS PROGRESSED SO MUCH SINCE I LAST SAW THIS! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I mean, come on, he deserves it.: I mean, come on, he deserves it.

I mean, come on, he deserves it.: I mean, come on, he deserves it.

I mean, come on, he deserves it.: I mean, come on, he deserves it.

I mean, come on, he deserves it.

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Come on, man. Why you gotta be like that! by ItzRusty MORE MEMES: Come on, man. Why you gotta be like that! by ItzRusty MORE MEMES

Come on, man. Why you gotta be like that! by ItzRusty
MORE MEMES: Come on, man. Why you gotta be like that! by ItzRusty
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Come on, man. Why you gotta be like that!: Come on, man. Why you gotta be like that!

Come on, man. Why you gotta be like that!: Come on, man. Why you gotta be like that!

Come on, man. Why you gotta be like that!: Come on, man. Why you gotta be like that!

Come on, man. Why you gotta be like that!

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Stop crying: Hey, don't shame me for having emotions! Oh, come on. Don't start crying now. I'm not. You're just ugly when you cry. you take that back! TOONHOLE.com @ToonholeRyan orkameria Stop crying

Stop crying: Hey, don't shame me
for having emotions!
Oh, come on.
Don't start crying now.
I'm not. You're just
ugly when you cry.
you take
that back!
TOONHOLE.com
@ToonholeRyan
orkameria
Stop crying

Stop crying: Hey, don't shame me
for having emotions!
Oh, come on.
Don't start crying now.
I'm not. You're just
ugly when you cry.
you take
that back!
TOONHOLE.com
@ToonholeRyan
orkameria
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[OC] Keep the change: OMG, I WON!! Come on Good job, I never win at babe! these ! O @kippocomics 20) [OC] Keep the change

[OC] Keep the change: OMG, I WON!!
Come on
Good job,
I never
win at
babe!
these !
O @kippocomics
20)
[OC] Keep the change

[OC] Keep the change: OMG, I WON!!
Come on
Good job,
I never
win at
babe!
these !
O @kippocomics
20)
[OC] Keep the change

[OC] Keep the change

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[OC] Keep the change: OMG, I WON!! Come on Good job, I never win at babe! these ! O @kippocomics 20) [OC] Keep the change

[OC] Keep the change: OMG, I WON!!
Come on
Good job,
I never
win at
babe!
these !
O @kippocomics
20)
[OC] Keep the change

[OC] Keep the change: OMG, I WON!!
Come on
Good job,
I never
win at
babe!
these !
O @kippocomics
20)
[OC] Keep the change

[OC] Keep the change

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Come on Morty….: USA REST OF THE A WESTERN WORLD IRAN LETS GO. IN AND OUT. 20 MINUTE ADVENTURE Come on Morty….

Come on Morty….: USA
REST OF THE
A WESTERN WORLD
IRAN
LETS GO. IN AND OUT. 20 MINUTE ADVENTURE
Come on Morty….

Come on Morty….: USA
REST OF THE
A WESTERN WORLD
IRAN
LETS GO. IN AND OUT. 20 MINUTE ADVENTURE
Come on Morty….

Come on Morty….

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Meirl: Shower Thoughts @showerfeelings If you're one of those public speakers that say "Goodmorning....Oh come on we can do better than that, GOODMORNING" I automatically do not like you from that moment on. Meirl

Meirl: Shower Thoughts
@showerfeelings
If you're one of those public
speakers that say
"Goodmorning....Oh come on we
can do better than that,
GOODMORNING" I automatically do
not like you from that moment on.
Meirl

Meirl: Shower Thoughts
@showerfeelings
If you're one of those public
speakers that say
"Goodmorning....Oh come on we
can do better than that,
GOODMORNING" I automatically do
not like you from that moment on.
Meirl

Meirl

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Memes in need of a loving home: DerekTM @ProdigyNelson Bouncer: ID please Me:I got socks for Christmas Bouncer: .okay Me: and I'm genuinely happy about it Bouncer: so sorry come on in Memes in need of a loving home

Memes in need of a loving home: DerekTM
@ProdigyNelson
Bouncer: ID please
Me:I got socks for Christmas
Bouncer: .okay
Me: and I'm genuinely happy about it
Bouncer: so sorry come on in
Memes in need of a loving home

Memes in need of a loving home: DerekTM
@ProdigyNelson
Bouncer: ID please
Me:I got socks for Christmas
Bouncer: .okay
Me: and I'm genuinely happy about it
Bouncer: so sorry come on in
Memes in need of a loving home

Memes in need of a loving home

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Come on doge by primeteam MORE MEMES: 6 year old me telling my dog that if he speaks to me i'll keep the secret: my dog: Come on doge by primeteam MORE MEMES

Come on doge by primeteam
MORE MEMES: 6 year old me
telling my dog that
if he speaks to me
i'll keep the secret:
my dog:
Come on doge by primeteam
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Come on doge by primeteam
MORE MEMES: 6 year old me
telling my dog that
if he speaks to me
i'll keep the secret:
my dog:
Come on doge by primeteam
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enraged-chihuahua: REBLOG THIS BEFORE IT ENDS: vee-a-literal-alien I hate when people ask me what I'll be doing Tomorrow come on guys I don't have 2020 vision. This is literally the last Day you can reblog this joke enraged-chihuahua: REBLOG THIS BEFORE IT ENDS

enraged-chihuahua:

REBLOG THIS BEFORE IT ENDS: vee-a-literal-alien
I hate when people ask me what I'll
be doing Tomorrow come on guys I
don't have 2020 vision.
This is literally the last Day you can reblog
this joke
enraged-chihuahua:

REBLOG THIS BEFORE IT ENDS

enraged-chihuahua:

REBLOG THIS BEFORE IT ENDS: vee-a-literal-alien
I hate when people ask me what I'll
be doing Tomorrow come on guys I
don't have 2020 vision.
This is literally the last Day you can reblog
this joke
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my phone was running out of space and these would be a CRIME to waste: come on down to the POLICE quiert rooms friendship bracelet screamy bois SA Pepper Spray hy are you hitting yourself tickle gun spicy deodorant my phone was running out of space and these would be a CRIME to waste

my phone was running out of space and these would be a CRIME to waste: come on down to the POLICE
quiert rooms
friendship bracelet
screamy bois
SA
Pepper
Spray
hy are you hitting
yourself
tickle gun
spicy deodorant
my phone was running out of space and these would be a CRIME to waste

my phone was running out of space and these would be a CRIME to waste: come on down to the POLICE
quiert rooms
friendship bracelet
screamy bois
SA
Pepper
Spray
hy are you hitting
yourself
tickle gun
spicy deodorant
my phone was running out of space and these would be a CRIME to waste

my phone was running out of space and these would be a CRIME to waste

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come on: Come on guys, it's not Rocket Science... be I >M=131+ 7511+ILZ/5 * |255 SA 1616 46 2 2 7.5- 17 Come on guys, it's not Music Theory...

come on: Come on guys, it's not Rocket Science...
be
I
>M=131+ 7511+ILZ/5 * |255
SA 1616
46
2 2
7.5-
17
Come on guys, it's not Music Theory...

come on: Come on guys, it's not Rocket Science...
be
I
>M=131+ 7511+ILZ/5 * |255
SA 1616
46
2 2
7.5-
17
Come on guys, it's not Music Theory...

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the-memedaddy: meirl: I hate when people ask me what l'll be doing in 5 years, come on guys I don't have 2020 I hate when people ask me what l'll be doing in 5 Days come on guys I don't have 2020 vision. vision. the-memedaddy: meirl

the-memedaddy:

meirl: I hate when people ask me
what l'll be doing in 5 years,
come on guys I don't have 2020
I hate when people ask me
what l'll be doing in 5 Days
come on guys I don't have 2020
vision.
vision.
the-memedaddy:

meirl

the-memedaddy:

meirl: I hate when people ask me
what l'll be doing in 5 years,
come on guys I don't have 2020
I hate when people ask me
what l'll be doing in 5 Days
come on guys I don't have 2020
vision.
vision.
the-memedaddy:

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the-memedaddy: meirl

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great-tweets: swiftlybeingsteph: okwait: thatenglishchap: pirate-queen-ali: thatenglishchap: polymathematical: monkeysaysficus: great-tweets: 👀 They have nine beverages between the two of them i have that painting ai app on my phone so i went ahead and took the liberty… What they have are five beverages and four waters. Water, by definition, cannot be a beverage. The fuck do you mean water cant be a beverage? The way this post progressed is the reason I come on Tumblr what happened to this post: adam @lipscar Follow This paparazzi photo of Sophie Turner and Joe Jonas taking the piss literally looks like a surrealist painting criticising celebrity culture I'm obsessed with it 5:24 PM - 5 May 2018 great-tweets: swiftlybeingsteph: okwait: thatenglishchap: pirate-queen-ali: thatenglishchap: polymathematical: monkeysaysficus: great-tweets: 👀 They have nine beverages between the two of them i have that painting ai app on my phone so i went ahead and took the liberty… What they have are five beverages and four waters. Water, by definition, cannot be a beverage. The fuck do you mean water cant be a beverage? The way this post progressed is the reason I come on Tumblr what happened to this post

great-tweets:

swiftlybeingsteph:

okwait:

thatenglishchap:

pirate-queen-ali:

thatenglishchap:

polymathematical:

monkeysaysficus:

great-tweets:
👀

They have nine beverages between the two of them

i have that painting ai app on my phone so i went ahead and took the liberty…

What they have are five beverages and four waters. Water, by definition, cannot be a beverage.

The fuck do you mean water cant be a beverage?

The way this post progressed is the reason I come on Tumblr

what happened to this post: adam
@lipscar
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This paparazzi photo of Sophie Turner and
Joe Jonas taking the piss literally looks like a
surrealist painting criticising celebrity culture
I'm obsessed with it
5:24 PM - 5 May 2018
great-tweets:

swiftlybeingsteph:

okwait:

thatenglishchap:

pirate-queen-ali:

thatenglishchap:

polymathematical:

monkeysaysficus:

great-tweets:
👀

They have nine beverages between the two of them

i have that painting ai app on my phone so i went ahead and took the liberty…

What they have are five beverages and four waters. Water, by definition, cannot be a beverage.

The fuck do you mean water cant be a beverage?

The way this post progressed is the reason I come on Tumblr

what happened to this post

great-tweets:

swiftlybeingsteph:

okwait:

thatenglishchap:

pirate-queen-ali:

thatenglishchap:

polymathematical:

monkeysaysficus:

great-tweets:
👀

They have nine beverages between the two of them

i have that painting ai app on my phone so i went ahead and took the liberty…

What they have are five beverages and four waters. Water, by definition, cannot be a beverage.

The fuck do you mean water cant be a beverage?

The way this post progressed is the reason I come on Tumblr

what happened to this post: adam
@lipscar
Follow
This paparazzi photo of Sophie Turner and
Joe Jonas taking the piss literally looks like a
surrealist painting criticising celebrity culture
I'm obsessed with it
5:24 PM - 5 May 2018
great-tweets:

swiftlybeingsteph:

okwait:

thatenglishchap:

pirate-queen-ali:

thatenglishchap:

polymathematical:

monkeysaysficus:

great-tweets:
👀

They have nine beverages between the two of them

i have that painting ai app on my phone so i went ahead and took the liberty…

What they have are five beverages and four waters. Water, by definition, cannot be a beverage.

The fuck do you mean water cant be a beverage?

The way this post progressed is the reason I come on Tumblr

what happened to this post

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HTML background too.: baby @sidebae TWITTER NEEDS AN UPDATE WHERE U CAN PLAY MUSIC ON UR PAGE SO WHEN SOMEBODY COME ON UR PAGE THEY GON BE HEARING YA FAV SONG. VINCENT @vinnycrack we have finally reached the generation that doesn't know what MySpace is HTML background too.

HTML background too.: baby
@sidebae
TWITTER NEEDS AN UPDATE WHERE
U CAN PLAY MUSIC ON UR PAGE SO
WHEN SOMEBODY COME ON UR
PAGE THEY GON BE HEARING YA FAV
SONG.
VINCENT
@vinnycrack
we have finally reached the generation
that doesn't know what MySpace is
HTML background too.

HTML background too.: baby
@sidebae
TWITTER NEEDS AN UPDATE WHERE
U CAN PLAY MUSIC ON UR PAGE SO
WHEN SOMEBODY COME ON UR
PAGE THEY GON BE HEARING YA FAV
SONG.
VINCENT
@vinnycrack
we have finally reached the generation
that doesn't know what MySpace is
HTML background too.

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Decided to join Tinder recently.: A Tavern 20 weniger als einen Kilometer entfernt You've reached a tavern! Swiping through Tinder is a tiresome process, so come on in, gather around the table with me, take a rest and tell me your most intriguing stories from your adventures and quests around the world. I will be happy to help a fellow traveler. Decided to join Tinder recently.

Decided to join Tinder recently.: A Tavern 20
weniger als einen Kilometer entfernt
You've reached a tavern! Swiping
through Tinder is a tiresome process, so
come on in, gather around the table with
me, take a rest and tell me your most
intriguing stories from your adventures
and quests around the world. I will be
happy to help a fellow traveler.
Decided to join Tinder recently.

Decided to join Tinder recently.: A Tavern 20
weniger als einen Kilometer entfernt
You've reached a tavern! Swiping
through Tinder is a tiresome process, so
come on in, gather around the table with
me, take a rest and tell me your most
intriguing stories from your adventures
and quests around the world. I will be
happy to help a fellow traveler.
Decided to join Tinder recently.

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meirl: I hate when people ask me what l'll be doing in 5 years, come on guys I don't have 2020 I hate when people ask me what l'll be doing in 5 Days come on guys I don't have 2020 vision. vision. meirl

meirl: I hate when people ask me
what l'll be doing in 5 years,
come on guys I don't have 2020
I hate when people ask me
what l'll be doing in 5 Days
come on guys I don't have 2020
vision.
vision.
meirl

meirl: I hate when people ask me
what l'll be doing in 5 years,
come on guys I don't have 2020
I hate when people ask me
what l'll be doing in 5 Days
come on guys I don't have 2020
vision.
vision.
meirl

meirl

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Meirl: I hate when people ask me what l'll be doing in 1 week come on guys don't have 2020 vision. Meirl

Meirl: I hate when people ask me what l'll
be doing in 1 week come on guys
don't have 2020 vision.
Meirl

Meirl: I hate when people ask me what l'll
be doing in 1 week come on guys
don't have 2020 vision.
Meirl

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Merry Christmas, Cowboys fans https://t.co/4nHcLIDiXS: 4. COME ON GUYS, BE REALISTIC WE WANT A DRAGON FOR CHRISTMAS! @NFL_MEMES 4. HOW ABOUT A PLAYOFF WIN? WHAT COLOR DRAGON? Merry Christmas, Cowboys fans https://t.co/4nHcLIDiXS

Merry Christmas, Cowboys fans https://t.co/4nHcLIDiXS: 4.
COME ON GUYS,
BE REALISTIC
WE WANT A
DRAGON FOR CHRISTMAS!
@NFL_MEMES
4.
HOW ABOUT
A PLAYOFF WIN?
WHAT COLOR DRAGON?
Merry Christmas, Cowboys fans https://t.co/4nHcLIDiXS

Merry Christmas, Cowboys fans https://t.co/4nHcLIDiXS: 4.
COME ON GUYS,
BE REALISTIC
WE WANT A
DRAGON FOR CHRISTMAS!
@NFL_MEMES
4.
HOW ABOUT
A PLAYOFF WIN?
WHAT COLOR DRAGON?
Merry Christmas, Cowboys fans https://t.co/4nHcLIDiXS

Merry Christmas, Cowboys fans https://t.co/4nHcLIDiXS

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wetwareproblem: khalifaziz: genericrevenge: realtransfacts: Nonbinary people are nonbinary no matter what pronouns we use (img source) >using binary pronouns while being “not part of the gender binary” then what’s the fucking point Use singular they: THAT’S GRAMATICALLY INCORRECT Develop new pronouns: YOU CAN’T MAKE NEW WORDS Use the pronoun it: YOU’RE STILL A PERSON, STOP MAKING OTHER TRANS PEOPLE LOOK BAD Use whichever pre-existing binary pronoun you’re most comfortable with: THEN WHAT’S THE POINT Like….come on, don’t act as though there’s a 100% ideal option here. The point is that I don’t feel like donating an hour of my time to a Gender 101 lecture every time I go to the fucking grocery store, Karen. The idea is that the gender binary does not exist and therefore pronouns cannot belong to the gender binary,,,, she/her and he/him can be used by anyone, same as they/them: NB PEOPLE WHO USE HE/HIM ARE STILL NB NB PEOPLE WHO USE * SHE/HER ARÉ STILL NB wetwareproblem: khalifaziz: genericrevenge: realtransfacts: Nonbinary people are nonbinary no matter what pronouns we use (img source) >using binary pronouns while being “not part of the gender binary” then what’s the fucking point Use singular they: THAT’S GRAMATICALLY INCORRECT Develop new pronouns: YOU CAN’T MAKE NEW WORDS Use the pronoun it: YOU’RE STILL A PERSON, STOP MAKING OTHER TRANS PEOPLE LOOK BAD Use whichever pre-existing binary pronoun you’re most comfortable with: THEN WHAT’S THE POINT Like….come on, don’t act as though there’s a 100% ideal option here. The point is that I don’t feel like donating an hour of my time to a Gender 101 lecture every time I go to the fucking grocery store, Karen. The idea is that the gender binary does not exist and therefore pronouns cannot belong to the gender binary,,,, she/her and he/him can be used by anyone, same as they/them

wetwareproblem:
khalifaziz:

genericrevenge:

realtransfacts:
Nonbinary people are nonbinary no matter what pronouns we use (img source)

>using binary pronouns while being “not part of the gender binary”
then what’s the fucking point

Use singular they: THAT’S GRAMATICALLY INCORRECT
Develop new pronouns: YOU CAN’T MAKE NEW WORDS
Use the pronoun it: YOU’RE STILL A PERSON, STOP MAKING OTHER TRANS PEOPLE LOOK BAD
Use whichever pre-existing binary pronoun you’re most comfortable with: THEN WHAT’S THE POINT
Like….come on, don’t act as though there’s a 100% ideal option here.

The point is that I don’t feel like donating an hour of my time to a Gender 101 lecture every time I go to the fucking grocery store, Karen.

The idea is that the gender binary does not exist and therefore pronouns cannot belong to the gender binary,,,, she/her and he/him can be used by anyone, same as they/them: NB PEOPLE
WHO USE
HE/HIM
ARE STILL NB

NB PEOPLE WHO USE
* SHE/HER
ARÉ STILL NB
wetwareproblem:
khalifaziz:

genericrevenge:

realtransfacts:
Nonbinary people are nonbinary no matter what pronouns we use (img source)

>using binary pronouns while being “not part of the gender binary”
then what’s the fucking point

Use singular they: THAT’S GRAMATICALLY INCORRECT
Develop new pronouns: YOU CAN’T MAKE NEW WORDS
Use the pronoun it: YOU’RE STILL A PERSON, STOP MAKING OTHER TRANS PEOPLE LOOK BAD
Use whichever pre-existing binary pronoun you’re most comfortable with: THEN WHAT’S THE POINT
Like….come on, don’t act as though there’s a 100% ideal option here.

The point is that I don’t feel like donating an hour of my time to a Gender 101 lecture every time I go to the fucking grocery store, Karen.

The idea is that the gender binary does not exist and therefore pronouns cannot belong to the gender binary,,,, she/her and he/him can be used by anyone, same as they/them

wetwareproblem:
khalifaziz:

genericrevenge:

realtransfacts:
Nonbinary people are nonbinary no matter what pronouns we use (img source)

>using binary pronouns while being “not part of the gender binary”
then what’s the fucking point

Use singular they: THAT’S GRAMATICALLY INCORRECT
Develop new pronouns: YOU CAN’T MAKE NEW WORDS
Use the pronoun it: YOU’RE STILL A PERSON, STOP MAKING OTHER TRANS PEOPLE LOOK BAD
Use whichever pre-existing binary pronoun you’re most comfortable with: THEN WHAT’S THE POINT
Like….come on, don’t act as though there’s a 100% ideal option here.

The point is that I don’t feel like donating an hour of my time to a Gender 101 lecture every time I go to the fucking grocery store, Karen.

The idea is that the gender binary does not exist and therefore pronouns cannot belong to the gender binary,,,, she/her and he/him can be used by anyone, same as they/them: NB PEOPLE
WHO USE
HE/HIM
ARE STILL NB

NB PEOPLE WHO USE
* SHE/HER
ARÉ STILL NB
wetwareproblem:
khalifaziz:

genericrevenge:

realtransfacts:
Nonbinary people are nonbinary no matter what pronouns we use (img source)

>using binary pronouns while being “not part of the gender binary”
then what’s the fucking point

Use singular they: THAT’S GRAMATICALLY INCORRECT
Develop new pronouns: YOU CAN’T MAKE NEW WORDS
Use the pronoun it: YOU’RE STILL A PERSON, STOP MAKING OTHER TRANS PEOPLE LOOK BAD
Use whichever pre-existing binary pronoun you’re most comfortable with: THEN WHAT’S THE POINT
Like….come on, don’t act as though there’s a 100% ideal option here.

The point is that I don’t feel like donating an hour of my time to a Gender 101 lecture every time I go to the fucking grocery store, Karen.

The idea is that the gender binary does not exist and therefore pronouns cannot belong to the gender binary,,,, she/her and he/him can be used by anyone, same as they/them

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Oh come on: teachers "hmmm who haven't I called in a while?" me, being the shy and quiet student i am Oh come on

Oh come on: teachers
"hmmm who haven't I
called in a while?"
me, being the shy and
quiet student i am
Oh come on

Oh come on: teachers
"hmmm who haven't I
called in a while?"
me, being the shy and
quiet student i am
Oh come on

Oh come on

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