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        lowoncliches:

note-a-bear:
My mom sent this to me and iā€™m howling
White woman: Hi fellow white people. Are you having a sad because that family is enjoying a picnic in the park while being black? Did that customer in front of you just speak a language that makes you irrationally angry? Well this is a great time to try *holds up bottle* Mind Your Own Fucking Business. With Mind Your Own Fucking Business youā€™ll be able to grow the fuck up and act like a decent fucking human being. Our patented technology allows you to pull your head out of your ass and see the world beyond the brim of your MAGA hat.
White man: Hi honey, I saw some black people at the Starbucks today. 
Woman: Did you mind your own fucking business? 
Man: I sure fucking did. 
*both laughing*
Woman: Stop bothering those nice people today with Mind Your Own Fucking Business.
Man: Side effects may include not harassing people, no one getting arrested or murdered by police, a general sense of well-being for people of color, a lack of Internet fame and or trolling, and coexistence. Please consult a doctor if you are still a piece of shit after Minding Your Own Fucking Business as the symptoms may be result of a deeper problem and require further treatment.
Woman: Now available at Anthropology in Whole Foods.
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note-a-bear:
My mom sent this to me and iā€™m howling
White woman: Hi fellow white people. Are you having a sad because that family is enjoying a picnic in the park while being black? Did that customer in front of you just speak a language that makes you irrationally angry? Well this is a great time to try *holds up bottle* Mind Your Own Fucking Business. With Mind Your Own Fucking Business youā€™ll be able to grow the fuck up and act like a decent fucking human being. Our patented technology allows you to pull your head out of your ass and see the world beyond the brim of your MAGA hat.
White man: Hi honey, I saw some black people at the Starbucks today. 
Woman: Did you mind your own fucking business? 
Man: I sure fucking did. 
*both laughing*
Woman: Stop bothering those nice people today with Mind Your Own Fucking Business.
Man: Side effects may include not harassing people, no one getting arrested or murdered by police, a general sense of well-being for people of color, a lack of Internet fame and or trolling, and coexistence. Please consult a doctor if you are still a piece of shit after Minding Your Own Fucking Business as the symptoms may be result of a deeper problem and require further treatment.
Woman: Now available at Anthropology in Whole Foods.
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                    lowoncliches:

note-a-bear:
My mom sent this to me and iā€™m howling
White woman: Hi fellow white people. Are you having a sad because that family is enjoying a picnic in the park while being black? Did that customer in front of you just speak a language that makes you irrationally angry? Well this is a great time to try *holds up bottle* Mind Your Own Fucking Business. With Mind Your Own Fucking Business youā€™ll be able to grow the fuck up and act like a decent fucking human being. Our patented technology allows you to pull your head out of your ass and see the world beyond the brim of your MAGA hat.
White man: Hi honey, I saw some black people at the Starbucks today. 
Woman: Did you mind your own fucking business? 
Man: I sure fucking did. 
*both laughing*
Woman: Stop bothering those nice people today with Mind Your Own Fucking Business.
Man: Side effects may include not harassing people, no one getting arrested or murdered by police, a general sense of well-being for people of color, a lack of Internet fame and or trolling, and coexistence. Please consult a doctor if you are still a piece of shit after Minding Your Own Fucking Business as the symptoms may be result of a deeper problem and require further treatment.
Woman: Now available at Anthropology in Whole Foods.
[Censoring beeps removed for better readability.]
: lowoncliches:

note-a-bear:
My mom sent this to me and iā€™m howling
White woman: Hi fellow white people. Are you having a sad because that family is enjoying a picnic in the park while being black? Did that customer in front of you just speak a language that makes you irrationally angry? Well this is a great time to try *holds up bottle* Mind Your Own Fucking Business. With Mind Your Own Fucking Business youā€™ll be able to grow the fuck up and act like a decent fucking human being. Our patented technology allows you to pull your head out of your ass and see the world beyond the brim of your MAGA hat.
White man: Hi honey, I saw some black people at the Starbucks today. 
Woman: Did you mind your own fucking business? 
Man: I sure fucking did. 
*both laughing*
Woman: Stop bothering those nice people today with Mind Your Own Fucking Business.
Man: Side effects may include not harassing people, no one getting arrested or murdered by police, a general sense of well-being for people of color, a lack of Internet fame and or trolling, and coexistence. Please consult a doctor if you are still a piece of shit after Minding Your Own Fucking Business as the symptoms may be result of a deeper problem and require further treatment.
Woman: Now available at Anthropology in Whole Foods.
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        cereusblue:
unnameablethings:


dragonsateyourtoast:

redporkpadthai:

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otherwindow:

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


ā€œwe didnā€™t know any better,ā€ the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. ā€œwhat do we do now?ā€
ā€œkill it,ā€ the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes.
ā€œwe canā€™t,ā€ the first mate says desperately, praying she wonā€™t have to fight her captain on this. ā€œwe canā€™t. we - i wonā€™t. we wonā€™t.ā€
ā€œi know.ā€
x
ā€œdaddy,ā€ she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, ā€œdaddy, la-la, la-la-la.ā€
her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isnā€™t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasnā€™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.
ā€œdaddy,ā€ 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.
ā€œdonā€™t worry,ā€ 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
ā€œfather,ā€ she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, ā€œwhy am I here?ā€
ā€œyour mother abandoned you,ā€ he says, as he always has. ā€œwe found you adrift, and couldnā€™t bear to leave you there.ā€
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. ā€œalright,ā€ she says.
x
ā€œwhy am I really here?ā€ 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.
ā€œwe didnā€™t know any better,ā€ the first mate says, staring into the water. ā€œwe didnā€™t know- we didnā€™t know anything. we didnā€™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.ā€
she wants to be furious, but she canā€™t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her fatherā€™s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she canā€™t hate her family.
ā€œitā€™s alright,ā€ she says. ā€œi do have a family, anyways. i donā€™t think i would have liked my other life near as much.ā€
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. ā€œi donā€™t mind,ā€ she says, when the captain fusses over her, ā€œnow i match all of you.ā€
the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. ā€œwe shouldnā€™t fight him,ā€ she says, peering through the spyglass.
ā€œwhy not?ā€ the mermaid asks.
ā€œheā€™ll win,ā€ the first mate says.
the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. ā€œare you sure?ā€ 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.
ā€œdonā€™t worry,ā€ she says, with a bright laugh, ā€œit was fun.ā€
x
the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they canā€™t possibly fight them, and they donā€™t have the time to escape.
ā€œlet me up,ā€ the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. ā€œbring me up, quickly, quickly.ā€
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 sheā€™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
ā€œyou know we are dying,ā€ 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.
ā€œi know,ā€ she says, ā€œi can feel it coming.ā€
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 mermaidā€™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. 
ā€œwe love you,ā€ 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.
ā€œi love you too,ā€ the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time.
ā€œguard the ship,ā€ the captain says. ā€œyou always have but you know theyā€™re lost without you.ā€
ā€œwithout you,ā€ the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. ā€œwhat will we do?ā€
ā€œi donā€™t know,ā€ the captain says. ā€œbut youā€™ll help them, wonā€™t you?ā€
ā€œof course i will,ā€ she scoffs, rolling her eyes. ā€œi will always protect my family.ā€
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.
ā€œyou know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,ā€ 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. ā€œis that so?ā€ she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy.
ā€œthey said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,ā€ the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a momentā€™s hesitation. ā€œi always thought they were telling tall tales.ā€
ā€œand now?ā€
ā€œthey were right,ā€ the new captain says. ā€œhow did they ever befriend you?ā€
the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. ā€œthey didnā€™t know any better.ā€

She protects her family.

Hi everybody! Guess whatā€™s being posted on AO3 now at the following link!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22498384/chapters/53760817
Thatā€™s right! Here you go. Iā€™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 :)


ā€œwe didnā€™t know any better,ā€ the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. ā€œwhat do we do now?ā€
ā€œkill it,ā€ the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes.
ā€œwe canā€™t,ā€ the first mate says desperately, praying she wonā€™t have to fight her captain on this. ā€œwe canā€™t. we - i wonā€™t. we wonā€™t.ā€
ā€œi know.ā€
x
ā€œdaddy,ā€ she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, ā€œdaddy, la-la, la-la-la.ā€
her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isnā€™t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasnā€™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.
ā€œdaddy,ā€ 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.
ā€œdonā€™t worry,ā€ 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
ā€œfather,ā€ she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, ā€œwhy am I here?ā€
ā€œyour mother abandoned you,ā€ he says, as he always has. ā€œwe found you adrift, and couldnā€™t bear to leave you there.ā€
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. ā€œalright,ā€ she says.
x
ā€œwhy am I really here?ā€ 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.
ā€œwe didnā€™t know any better,ā€ the first mate says, staring into the water. ā€œwe didnā€™t know- we didnā€™t know anything. we didnā€™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.ā€
she wants to be furious, but she canā€™t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her fatherā€™s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she canā€™t hate her family.
ā€œitā€™s alright,ā€ she says. ā€œi do have a family, anyways. i donā€™t think i would have liked my other life near as much.ā€
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. ā€œi donā€™t mind,ā€ she says, when the captain fusses over her, ā€œnow i match all of you.ā€
the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. ā€œwe shouldnā€™t fight him,ā€ she says, peering through the spyglass.
ā€œwhy not?ā€ the mermaid asks.
ā€œheā€™ll win,ā€ the first mate says.
the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. ā€œare you sure?ā€ 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.
ā€œdonā€™t worry,ā€ she says, with a bright laugh, ā€œit was fun.ā€
x
the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they canā€™t possibly fight them, and they donā€™t have the time to escape.
ā€œlet me up,ā€ the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. ā€œbring me up, quickly, quickly.ā€
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 sheā€™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
ā€œyou know we are dying,ā€ 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.
ā€œi know,ā€ she says, ā€œi can feel it coming.ā€
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 mermaidā€™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. 
ā€œwe love you,ā€ 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.
ā€œi love you too,ā€ the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time.
ā€œguard the ship,ā€ the captain says. ā€œyou always have but you know theyā€™re lost without you.ā€
ā€œwithout you,ā€ the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. ā€œwhat will we do?ā€
ā€œi donā€™t know,ā€ the captain says. ā€œbut youā€™ll help them, wonā€™t you?ā€
ā€œof course i will,ā€ she scoffs, rolling her eyes. ā€œi will always protect my family.ā€
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.
ā€œyou know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,ā€ 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. ā€œis that so?ā€ she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy.
ā€œthey said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,ā€ the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a momentā€™s hesitation. ā€œi always thought they were telling tall tales.ā€
ā€œand now?ā€
ā€œthey were right,ā€ the new captain says. ā€œhow did they ever befriend you?ā€
the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. ā€œthey didnā€™t know any better.ā€

She protects her family.

Hi everybody! Guess whatā€™s being posted on AO3 now at the following link!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22498384/chapters/53760817
Thatā€™s right! Here you go. Iā€™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 :)


ā€œwe didnā€™t know any better,ā€ the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. ā€œwhat do we do now?ā€
ā€œkill it,ā€ the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes.
ā€œwe canā€™t,ā€ the first mate says desperately, praying she wonā€™t have to fight her captain on this. ā€œwe canā€™t. we - i wonā€™t. we wonā€™t.ā€
ā€œi know.ā€
x
ā€œdaddy,ā€ she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, ā€œdaddy, la-la, la-la-la.ā€
her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isnā€™t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasnā€™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.
ā€œdaddy,ā€ 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.
ā€œdonā€™t worry,ā€ 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
ā€œfather,ā€ she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, ā€œwhy am I here?ā€
ā€œyour mother abandoned you,ā€ he says, as he always has. ā€œwe found you adrift, and couldnā€™t bear to leave you there.ā€
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. ā€œalright,ā€ she says.
x
ā€œwhy am I really here?ā€ 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.
ā€œwe didnā€™t know any better,ā€ the first mate says, staring into the water. ā€œwe didnā€™t know- we didnā€™t know anything. we didnā€™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.ā€
she wants to be furious, but she canā€™t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her fatherā€™s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she canā€™t hate her family.
ā€œitā€™s alright,ā€ she says. ā€œi do have a family, anyways. i donā€™t think i would have liked my other life near as much.ā€
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. ā€œi donā€™t mind,ā€ she says, when the captain fusses over her, ā€œnow i match all of you.ā€
the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. ā€œwe shouldnā€™t fight him,ā€ she says, peering through the spyglass.
ā€œwhy not?ā€ the mermaid asks.
ā€œheā€™ll win,ā€ the first mate says.
the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. ā€œare you sure?ā€ 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.
ā€œdonā€™t worry,ā€ she says, with a bright laugh, ā€œit was fun.ā€
x
the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they canā€™t possibly fight them, and they donā€™t have the time to escape.
ā€œlet me up,ā€ the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. ā€œbring me up, quickly, quickly.ā€
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 sheā€™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
ā€œyou know we are dying,ā€ 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.
ā€œi know,ā€ she says, ā€œi can feel it coming.ā€
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 mermaidā€™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. 
ā€œwe love you,ā€ 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.
ā€œi love you too,ā€ the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time.
ā€œguard the ship,ā€ the captain says. ā€œyou always have but you know theyā€™re lost without you.ā€
ā€œwithout you,ā€ the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. ā€œwhat will we do?ā€
ā€œi donā€™t know,ā€ the captain says. ā€œbut youā€™ll help them, wonā€™t you?ā€
ā€œof course i will,ā€ she scoffs, rolling her eyes. ā€œi will always protect my family.ā€
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.
ā€œyou know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,ā€ 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. ā€œis that so?ā€ she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy.
ā€œthey said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,ā€ the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a momentā€™s hesitation. ā€œi always thought they were telling tall tales.ā€
ā€œand now?ā€
ā€œthey were right,ā€ the new captain says. ā€œhow did they ever befriend you?ā€
the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. ā€œthey didnā€™t know any better.ā€

She protects her family.

Hi everybody! Guess whatā€™s being posted on AO3 now at the following link!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22498384/chapters/53760817
Thatā€™s right! Here you go. Iā€™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!




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


ā€œwe didnā€™t know any better,ā€ the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. ā€œwhat do we do now?ā€
ā€œkill it,ā€ the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes.
ā€œwe canā€™t,ā€ the first mate says desperately, praying she wonā€™t have to fight her captain on this. ā€œwe canā€™t. we - i wonā€™t. we wonā€™t.ā€
ā€œi know.ā€
x
ā€œdaddy,ā€ she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, ā€œdaddy, la-la, la-la-la.ā€
her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isnā€™t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasnā€™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.
ā€œdaddy,ā€ 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.
ā€œdonā€™t worry,ā€ 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
ā€œfather,ā€ she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, ā€œwhy am I here?ā€
ā€œyour mother abandoned you,ā€ he says, as he always has. ā€œwe found you adrift, and couldnā€™t bear to leave you there.ā€
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. ā€œalright,ā€ she says.
x
ā€œwhy am I really here?ā€ 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.
ā€œwe didnā€™t know any better,ā€ the first mate says, staring into the water. ā€œwe didnā€™t know- we didnā€™t know anything. we didnā€™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.ā€
she wants to be furious, but she canā€™t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her fatherā€™s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she canā€™t hate her family.
ā€œitā€™s alright,ā€ she says. ā€œi do have a family, anyways. i donā€™t think i would have liked my other life near as much.ā€
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. ā€œi donā€™t mind,ā€ she says, when the captain fusses over her, ā€œnow i match all of you.ā€
the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. ā€œwe shouldnā€™t fight him,ā€ she says, peering through the spyglass.
ā€œwhy not?ā€ the mermaid asks.
ā€œheā€™ll win,ā€ the first mate says.
the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. ā€œare you sure?ā€ 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.
ā€œdonā€™t worry,ā€ she says, with a bright laugh, ā€œit was fun.ā€
x
the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they canā€™t possibly fight them, and they donā€™t have the time to escape.
ā€œlet me up,ā€ the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. ā€œbring me up, quickly, quickly.ā€
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 sheā€™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
ā€œyou know we are dying,ā€ 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.
ā€œi know,ā€ she says, ā€œi can feel it coming.ā€
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 mermaidā€™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. 
ā€œwe love you,ā€ 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.
ā€œi love you too,ā€ the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time.
ā€œguard the ship,ā€ the captain says. ā€œyou always have but you know theyā€™re lost without you.ā€
ā€œwithout you,ā€ the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. ā€œwhat will we do?ā€
ā€œi donā€™t know,ā€ the captain says. ā€œbut youā€™ll help them, wonā€™t you?ā€
ā€œof course i will,ā€ she scoffs, rolling her eyes. ā€œi will always protect my family.ā€
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.
ā€œyou know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,ā€ 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. ā€œis that so?ā€ she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy.
ā€œthey said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,ā€ the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a momentā€™s hesitation. ā€œi always thought they were telling tall tales.ā€
ā€œand now?ā€
ā€œthey were right,ā€ the new captain says. ā€œhow did they ever befriend you?ā€
the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. ā€œthey didnā€™t know any better.ā€

She protects her family.

Hi everybody! Guess whatā€™s being posted on AO3 now at the following link!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22498384/chapters/53760817
Thatā€™s right! Here you go. Iā€™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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Gaming Spotlight: Gamers vs COVID-19
Gamers vs COVID-19 is a community of virus-killing, society-supporting, game-loving heroes, founded to raise awareness about the importance of social distancing, good hygiene, and positivity in combating the spread of COVID-19. They were founded by a group of anonymous gamers and medical professionals, most of whom work in or adjacent to the esports industry. You can join them by signing the pledge at www.gamersvscovid19.com!
Lots of parts of the internet thrive on misinformationā€”how does this initiative strive to combat that?

Our resources are heavily researched, and we rely on citations from institutions such as the US FDA, US CDC, and the WHO. Each of these is referenced on our page, so you donā€™t need to take our word for it. We also have contributing medical professionals who help to fact check our distributions, but that doesnā€™t mean weā€™re giving medical advice.Ā 
Of course, when it comes to questions about viruses and disease, we always encourage anybody to go directly to a vetted source of information like those weā€™ve already mentioned.
Besides gaming, what are other ways to practice social distancing?
Social distancing is just the act of removing yourself from public spaces as often as possible. For many of us, that means replacing public activities with online gaming, but for you, it might mean reading, playing music, baking, painting, coding, or whatever you love to do from the comfort of your home. We started this movement in part to remind everybody that social distancing doesnā€™t mean social isolation: weā€™re all in this together, even when weā€™re apart.
What are other ways we can contribute if we still have to go to work?
You can still live by our pledge and help save the world if you go to work! Not everybody has the luxury of being able to totally isolate themselves. Some people have to go to jobs, while others may need to care for relatives or go out for other necessities. Social distancing is the active decision to restrict your time in public spaces to the minimum required amount, which is going to vary from person to person.Ā 
Whatā€™s important is that you spend every minute you can at home and that you stay home if youā€™ve felt sick or been in close contact with somebody who has a confirmed case of coronavirus. Even if you feel healthy, give others a gap of at least six feet whenever possible and donā€™t touch other people physically. Wash your hands thoroughly with soap and water frequently (especially when exiting or entering a public space), and never touch your face, eyes or mouth with unwashed hands. You can also help amplify the message by not meeting friends in public, sharing the pledge, and shifting in-person meetups to online activities instead.
How do you build a community through gaming?Ā 
Contrary to old stereotypes, gamers are inherently social. Building a community around an important issue like COVID-19 is just a matter of reaching out and getting help from big amplifiers. Once this message is in front of people, weā€™ve found gamers eager to join and help. Itā€™s been truly uplifting in a challenging time.
The gaming space is supremely lucky to have so many amazing influencers who care deeply about their fans and broader communities. This is an international epidemic, and itā€™s going to take international cooperation and acts of courage to overcome it. We will do whatever it takes for as long as it takes, and every gamer from the biggest pro to the average joe is making an impact by consciously deciding to sign the pledge and change their lifestyles until COVID-19 is controlled.
Take the pledge over on theĀ website! In the first few hours, over 10,000 gamers signed up, including the likes of Castro1021, FallenNCS, Sjokz, Nickeh30, Voyboy, JKap415, HungryBox, Goldenboy, Ocelot, G2Pengu, Slasher, SirActionSlacks, Sheever, and too many other gamers to name. Weā€™re excited about every person who comes on and decides this is a movement worth supporting. Social distancing only works if everyone chooses to make a sacrifice for the greater good. 
: gaming:
Gaming Spotlight: Gamers vs COVID-19
Gamers vs COVID-19 is a community of virus-killing, society-supporting, game-loving heroes, founded to raise awareness about the importance of social distancing, good hygiene, and positivity in combating the spread of COVID-19. They were founded by a group of anonymous gamers and medical professionals, most of whom work in or adjacent to the esports industry. You can join them by signing the pledge at www.gamersvscovid19.com!
Lots of parts of the internet thrive on misinformationā€”how does this initiative strive to combat that?

Our resources are heavily researched, and we rely on citations from institutions such as the US FDA, US CDC, and the WHO. Each of these is referenced on our page, so you donā€™t need to take our word for it. We also have contributing medical professionals who help to fact check our distributions, but that doesnā€™t mean weā€™re giving medical advice.Ā 
Of course, when it comes to questions about viruses and disease, we always encourage anybody to go directly to a vetted source of information like those weā€™ve already mentioned.
Besides gaming, what are other ways to practice social distancing?
Social distancing is just the act of removing yourself from public spaces as often as possible. For many of us, that means replacing public activities with online gaming, but for you, it might mean reading, playing music, baking, painting, coding, or whatever you love to do from the comfort of your home. We started this movement in part to remind everybody that social distancing doesnā€™t mean social isolation: weā€™re all in this together, even when weā€™re apart.
What are other ways we can contribute if we still have to go to work?
You can still live by our pledge and help save the world if you go to work! Not everybody has the luxury of being able to totally isolate themselves. Some people have to go to jobs, while others may need to care for relatives or go out for other necessities. Social distancing is the active decision to restrict your time in public spaces to the minimum required amount, which is going to vary from person to person.Ā 
Whatā€™s important is that you spend every minute you can at home and that you stay home if youā€™ve felt sick or been in close contact with somebody who has a confirmed case of coronavirus. Even if you feel healthy, give others a gap of at least six feet whenever possible and donā€™t touch other people physically. Wash your hands thoroughly with soap and water frequently (especially when exiting or entering a public space), and never touch your face, eyes or mouth with unwashed hands. You can also help amplify the message by not meeting friends in public, sharing the pledge, and shifting in-person meetups to online activities instead.
How do you build a community through gaming?Ā 
Contrary to old stereotypes, gamers are inherently social. Building a community around an important issue like COVID-19 is just a matter of reaching out and getting help from big amplifiers. Once this message is in front of people, weā€™ve found gamers eager to join and help. Itā€™s been truly uplifting in a challenging time.
The gaming space is supremely lucky to have so many amazing influencers who care deeply about their fans and broader communities. This is an international epidemic, and itā€™s going to take international cooperation and acts of courage to overcome it. We will do whatever it takes for as long as it takes, and every gamer from the biggest pro to the average joe is making an impact by consciously deciding to sign the pledge and change their lifestyles until COVID-19 is controlled.
Take the pledge over on theĀ website! In the first few hours, over 10,000 gamers signed up, including the likes of Castro1021, FallenNCS, Sjokz, Nickeh30, Voyboy, JKap415, HungryBox, Goldenboy, Ocelot, G2Pengu, Slasher, SirActionSlacks, Sheever, and too many other gamers to name. Weā€™re excited about every person who comes on and decides this is a movement worth supporting. Social distancing only works if everyone chooses to make a sacrifice for the greater good. 

        

            
            

                
                
                    gaming:
Gaming Spotlight: Gamers vs COVID-19
Gamers vs COVID-19 is a community of virus-killing, society-supporting, game-loving heroes, founded to raise awareness about the importance of social distancing, good hygiene, and positivity in combating the spread of COVID-19. They were founded by a group of anonymous gamers and medical professionals, most of whom work in or adjacent to the esports industry. You can join them by signing the pledge at www.gamersvscovid19.com!
Lots of parts of the internet thrive on misinformationā€”how does this initiative strive to combat that?

Our resources are heavily researched, and we rely on citations from institutions such as the US FDA, US CDC, and the WHO. Each of these is referenced on our page, so you donā€™t need to take our word for it. We also have contributing medical professionals who help to fact check our distributions, but that doesnā€™t mean weā€™re giving medical advice.Ā 
Of course, when it comes to questions about viruses and disease, we always encourage anybody to go directly to a vetted source of information like those weā€™ve already mentioned.
Besides gaming, what are other ways to practice social distancing?
Social distancing is just the act of removing yourself from public spaces as often as possible. For many of us, that means replacing public activities with online gaming, but for you, it might mean reading, playing music, baking, painting, coding, or whatever you love to do from the comfort of your home. We started this movement in part to remind everybody that social distancing doesnā€™t mean social isolation: weā€™re all in this together, even when weā€™re apart.
What are other ways we can contribute if we still have to go to work?
You can still live by our pledge and help save the world if you go to work! Not everybody has the luxury of being able to totally isolate themselves. Some people have to go to jobs, while others may need to care for relatives or go out for other necessities. Social distancing is the active decision to restrict your time in public spaces to the minimum required amount, which is going to vary from person to person.Ā 
Whatā€™s important is that you spend every minute you can at home and that you stay home if youā€™ve felt sick or been in close contact with somebody who has a confirmed case of coronavirus. Even if you feel healthy, give others a gap of at least six feet whenever possible and donā€™t touch other people physically. Wash your hands thoroughly with soap and water frequently (especially when exiting or entering a public space), and never touch your face, eyes or mouth with unwashed hands. You can also help amplify the message by not meeting friends in public, sharing the pledge, and shifting in-person meetups to online activities instead.
How do you build a community through gaming?Ā 
Contrary to old stereotypes, gamers are inherently social. Building a community around an important issue like COVID-19 is just a matter of reaching out and getting help from big amplifiers. Once this message is in front of people, weā€™ve found gamers eager to join and help. Itā€™s been truly uplifting in a challenging time.
The gaming space is supremely lucky to have so many amazing influencers who care deeply about their fans and broader communities. This is an international epidemic, and itā€™s going to take international cooperation and acts of courage to overcome it. We will do whatever it takes for as long as it takes, and every gamer from the biggest pro to the average joe is making an impact by consciously deciding to sign the pledge and change their lifestyles until COVID-19 is controlled.
Take the pledge over on theĀ website! In the first few hours, over 10,000 gamers signed up, including the likes of Castro1021, FallenNCS, Sjokz, Nickeh30, Voyboy, JKap415, HungryBox, Goldenboy, Ocelot, G2Pengu, Slasher, SirActionSlacks, Sheever, and too many other gamers to name. Weā€™re excited about every person who comes on and decides this is a movement worth supporting. Social distancing only works if everyone chooses to make a sacrifice for the greater good. 
: gaming:
Gaming Spotlight: Gamers vs COVID-19
Gamers vs COVID-19 is a community of virus-killing, society-supporting, game-loving heroes, founded to raise awareness about the importance of social distancing, good hygiene, and positivity in combating the spread of COVID-19. They were founded by a group of anonymous gamers and medical professionals, most of whom work in or adjacent to the esports industry. You can join them by signing the pledge at www.gamersvscovid19.com!
Lots of parts of the internet thrive on misinformationā€”how does this initiative strive to combat that?

Our resources are heavily researched, and we rely on citations from institutions such as the US FDA, US CDC, and the WHO. Each of these is referenced on our page, so you donā€™t need to take our word for it. We also have contributing medical professionals who help to fact check our distributions, but that doesnā€™t mean weā€™re giving medical advice.Ā 
Of course, when it comes to questions about viruses and disease, we always encourage anybody to go directly to a vetted source of information like those weā€™ve already mentioned.
Besides gaming, what are other ways to practice social distancing?
Social distancing is just the act of removing yourself from public spaces as often as possible. For many of us, that means replacing public activities with online gaming, but for you, it might mean reading, playing music, baking, painting, coding, or whatever you love to do from the comfort of your home. We started this movement in part to remind everybody that social distancing doesnā€™t mean social isolation: weā€™re all in this together, even when weā€™re apart.
What are other ways we can contribute if we still have to go to work?
You can still live by our pledge and help save the world if you go to work! Not everybody has the luxury of being able to totally isolate themselves. Some people have to go to jobs, while others may need to care for relatives or go out for other necessities. Social distancing is the active decision to restrict your time in public spaces to the minimum required amount, which is going to vary from person to person.Ā 
Whatā€™s important is that you spend every minute you can at home and that you stay home if youā€™ve felt sick or been in close contact with somebody who has a confirmed case of coronavirus. Even if you feel healthy, give others a gap of at least six feet whenever possible and donā€™t touch other people physically. Wash your hands thoroughly with soap and water frequently (especially when exiting or entering a public space), and never touch your face, eyes or mouth with unwashed hands. You can also help amplify the message by not meeting friends in public, sharing the pledge, and shifting in-person meetups to online activities instead.
How do you build a community through gaming?Ā 
Contrary to old stereotypes, gamers are inherently social. Building a community around an important issue like COVID-19 is just a matter of reaching out and getting help from big amplifiers. Once this message is in front of people, weā€™ve found gamers eager to join and help. Itā€™s been truly uplifting in a challenging time.
The gaming space is supremely lucky to have so many amazing influencers who care deeply about their fans and broader communities. This is an international epidemic, and itā€™s going to take international cooperation and acts of courage to overcome it. We will do whatever it takes for as long as it takes, and every gamer from the biggest pro to the average joe is making an impact by consciously deciding to sign the pledge and change their lifestyles until COVID-19 is controlled.
Take the pledge over on theĀ website! In the first few hours, over 10,000 gamers signed up, including the likes of Castro1021, FallenNCS, Sjokz, Nickeh30, Voyboy, JKap415, HungryBox, Goldenboy, Ocelot, G2Pengu, Slasher, SirActionSlacks, Sheever, and too many other gamers to name. Weā€™re excited about every person who comes on and decides this is a movement worth supporting. Social distancing only works if everyone chooses to make a sacrifice for the greater good. 

                    
                
            

            
                
                
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Gaming Spotlight: Gamers vs COVID-19
Gamers vs COVID-19 is a community of virus-killing, society-supporting, game-loving heroes,...

                
            
            
        

    

    

        
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salty-sadness22:

kintatsujo:

pretentioussongtitle:

disease-danger-darkness-silence:

captainroxythefoxy:

e-v-roslyn:

guu:

kuruluv:

catwithaknife:

https://www.vice.com/en_us/article/kzqpd9/heres-an-insane-story-about-a-rogue-music-teacher-cutting-a-kids-hair

what the fuck

iā€™m just gonna take this post for a moment so i can rant but like
i Hate how entitled adults can feel over a childā€™s hair!
it started when i was young myself, i wanted a mohawk, but my dad didnā€™t approve of that look on a ā€œgirlā€, and insisted iā€™d regret such a bold cut. at 16 i was finally given full autonomy over my own head.
but then i have a son and everyone around us is trying to keep his hair short. when we finally moved out just me my partner and him, i told him he doesnā€™t need to get any haircuts he doesnā€™t want.
so he starts growing it out, itā€™s still short but coming on mid-length. his teacher makes a point to tell me itā€™s getting long as if i donā€™t have eyes. i hear her walking out with him one day talking to him about haircuts, as if to coax him into one. eventually i get child services called on me for ā€˜forcing a transgender lifestyleā€™ over what i can only assume is from a combination of me drawing cute ponies on his valentine box and letting him go to school in a ponytail.
he kept it short for awhile after but told me he wanted to grow it out again, so i let him of course. he comes home one day after getting a haircut at his grandpaā€™s and tells me he didnā€™t Want the haircut.
i ask why he got it then and learned he was bribed with a promise of a surprise IF he cut his hair.
tl;dr people need to back the hell up off of children and let them have owership of whatā€™s on THEIR body! /rant


Same thing about getting a child to curl or straighten their hair. Or do anything with it. Just let kids have control over their bodies.


This happened to me when I was little too!! Growing up I had naturally tight Shirley Temple curls. The only problem was that you canā€™t get a hair brush through it if your life depended on it until it grew out over a few years. 
but This One Lady from church decided that leaving my hair messy and curly was child abuse and threatened to call social services on my family every damn time she saw me until one day she was the designated kid watcher and ho boy my momma tells me i came out with tears in my eyes and greasy slicked down hair and thatā€™s where she ends the story because i think my mother beat her ass but yeah.
Leave kids hair alone.

Iā€™m going to be honest, parents who are super-controlling of their childrenā€™s hair creep me the fuck out and Iā€™m not entirely certain why except that I get a vague feeling they kind of relegate them to, ā€œannoying talking dollā€ status.

I loved my daughterā€™s long blond hair. It was thick and wavy and beautiful but when she told me she wanted it cut shortĀ ā€˜like a boyā€™(she was four)Ā  I took her to the salon and let her whack it off.Ā 
The stylist was skeptical, ā€˜are you sure?ā€ and the thing is, she said this to me, not my daughter. So I asked my girlĀ ā€˜are you sure you want it cut short?ā€™ She was. The hair went. The stylist acted nervous most of the way through like she was waiting for one of us to burst into tears, but it looked cute! And my daughter loved it! (And itā€™s been short ever since.)

Autonomy over your hair is bodily autonomy and we as a culture need to start holding bodily autonomy as sacred

My family, for years, wouldnā€™t let me dye/cut my hair really short. I could understand the dye, but the shortest theyā€™d let me go is a bob. They even let me dye my hair before letting me go that short. Iā€™m finally in control of my hair and my hair is one of my favorite things about myself. Itā€™s an easy way to express myself.  
 Let kids do what they want with their hair! Let them have fun with their hair before theyā€™re told to grow up and have ā€˜professionalā€™ hair! 

My mom had a monopoly over my hair. Wouldnā€™t let me wear it natural, was obsessed with me having flyaways in the front and wouldnā€™t let me get out of the car in the mornings until they were flat, permed it when I was 10, wouldnā€™t let me cut it off for years after even though it was really damaged, vocally disapproved when I finally cut it as short as sheā€™d let me.
When I moved out I stopped putting any heat in it and a few years later I cut it all off again. The second cut was my decision alone and it felt like a weight lifted off me, like no one could ever tell me what to do with it again or tell me ā€œI needed itā€ to be pretty.



My stepfather and his stepfather forced a hair cut on me 10 years ago because they said i was too girly for their tastes.I grew my hair out ever since because ill never go fucking bald again like those two fucking neo nazis: shed1nja:
salty-sadness22:

kintatsujo:

pretentioussongtitle:

disease-danger-darkness-silence:

captainroxythefoxy:

e-v-roslyn:

guu:

kuruluv:

catwithaknife:

https://www.vice.com/en_us/article/kzqpd9/heres-an-insane-story-about-a-rogue-music-teacher-cutting-a-kids-hair

what the fuck

iā€™m just gonna take this post for a moment so i can rant but like
i Hate how entitled adults can feel over a childā€™s hair!
it started when i was young myself, i wanted a mohawk, but my dad didnā€™t approve of that look on a ā€œgirlā€, and insisted iā€™d regret such a bold cut. at 16 i was finally given full autonomy over my own head.
but then i have a son and everyone around us is trying to keep his hair short. when we finally moved out just me my partner and him, i told him he doesnā€™t need to get any haircuts he doesnā€™t want.
so he starts growing it out, itā€™s still short but coming on mid-length. his teacher makes a point to tell me itā€™s getting long as if i donā€™t have eyes. i hear her walking out with him one day talking to him about haircuts, as if to coax him into one. eventually i get child services called on me for ā€˜forcing a transgender lifestyleā€™ over what i can only assume is from a combination of me drawing cute ponies on his valentine box and letting him go to school in a ponytail.
he kept it short for awhile after but told me he wanted to grow it out again, so i let him of course. he comes home one day after getting a haircut at his grandpaā€™s and tells me he didnā€™t Want the haircut.
i ask why he got it then and learned he was bribed with a promise of a surprise IF he cut his hair.
tl;dr people need to back the hell up off of children and let them have owership of whatā€™s on THEIR body! /rant


Same thing about getting a child to curl or straighten their hair. Or do anything with it. Just let kids have control over their bodies.


This happened to me when I was little too!! Growing up I had naturally tight Shirley Temple curls. The only problem was that you canā€™t get a hair brush through it if your life depended on it until it grew out over a few years. 
but This One Lady from church decided that leaving my hair messy and curly was child abuse and threatened to call social services on my family every damn time she saw me until one day she was the designated kid watcher and ho boy my momma tells me i came out with tears in my eyes and greasy slicked down hair and thatā€™s where she ends the story because i think my mother beat her ass but yeah.
Leave kids hair alone.

Iā€™m going to be honest, parents who are super-controlling of their childrenā€™s hair creep me the fuck out and Iā€™m not entirely certain why except that I get a vague feeling they kind of relegate them to, ā€œannoying talking dollā€ status.

I loved my daughterā€™s long blond hair. It was thick and wavy and beautiful but when she told me she wanted it cut shortĀ ā€˜like a boyā€™(she was four)Ā  I took her to the salon and let her whack it off.Ā 
The stylist was skeptical, ā€˜are you sure?ā€ and the thing is, she said this to me, not my daughter. So I asked my girlĀ ā€˜are you sure you want it cut short?ā€™ She was. The hair went. The stylist acted nervous most of the way through like she was waiting for one of us to burst into tears, but it looked cute! And my daughter loved it! (And itā€™s been short ever since.)

Autonomy over your hair is bodily autonomy and we as a culture need to start holding bodily autonomy as sacred

My family, for years, wouldnā€™t let me dye/cut my hair really short. I could understand the dye, but the shortest theyā€™d let me go is a bob. They even let me dye my hair before letting me go that short. Iā€™m finally in control of my hair and my hair is one of my favorite things about myself. Itā€™s an easy way to express myself.  
 Let kids do what they want with their hair! Let them have fun with their hair before theyā€™re told to grow up and have ā€˜professionalā€™ hair! 

My mom had a monopoly over my hair. Wouldnā€™t let me wear it natural, was obsessed with me having flyaways in the front and wouldnā€™t let me get out of the car in the mornings until they were flat, permed it when I was 10, wouldnā€™t let me cut it off for years after even though it was really damaged, vocally disapproved when I finally cut it as short as sheā€™d let me.
When I moved out I stopped putting any heat in it and a few years later I cut it all off again. The second cut was my decision alone and it felt like a weight lifted off me, like no one could ever tell me what to do with it again or tell me ā€œI needed itā€ to be pretty.



My stepfather and his stepfather forced a hair cut on me 10 years ago because they said i was too girly for their tastes.I grew my hair out ever since because ill never go fucking bald again like those two fucking neo nazis
        

            
            

                
                
                    shed1nja:
salty-sadness22:

kintatsujo:

pretentioussongtitle:

disease-danger-darkness-silence:

captainroxythefoxy:

e-v-roslyn:

guu:

kuruluv:

catwithaknife:

https://www.vice.com/en_us/article/kzqpd9/heres-an-insane-story-about-a-rogue-music-teacher-cutting-a-kids-hair

what the fuck

iā€™m just gonna take this post for a moment so i can rant but like
i Hate how entitled adults can feel over a childā€™s hair!
it started when i was young myself, i wanted a mohawk, but my dad didnā€™t approve of that look on a ā€œgirlā€, and insisted iā€™d regret such a bold cut. at 16 i was finally given full autonomy over my own head.
but then i have a son and everyone around us is trying to keep his hair short. when we finally moved out just me my partner and him, i told him he doesnā€™t need to get any haircuts he doesnā€™t want.
so he starts growing it out, itā€™s still short but coming on mid-length. his teacher makes a point to tell me itā€™s getting long as if i donā€™t have eyes. i hear her walking out with him one day talking to him about haircuts, as if to coax him into one. eventually i get child services called on me for ā€˜forcing a transgender lifestyleā€™ over what i can only assume is from a combination of me drawing cute ponies on his valentine box and letting him go to school in a ponytail.
he kept it short for awhile after but told me he wanted to grow it out again, so i let him of course. he comes home one day after getting a haircut at his grandpaā€™s and tells me he didnā€™t Want the haircut.
i ask why he got it then and learned he was bribed with a promise of a surprise IF he cut his hair.
tl;dr people need to back the hell up off of children and let them have owership of whatā€™s on THEIR body! /rant


Same thing about getting a child to curl or straighten their hair. Or do anything with it. Just let kids have control over their bodies.


This happened to me when I was little too!! Growing up I had naturally tight Shirley Temple curls. The only problem was that you canā€™t get a hair brush through it if your life depended on it until it grew out over a few years. 
but This One Lady from church decided that leaving my hair messy and curly was child abuse and threatened to call social services on my family every damn time she saw me until one day she was the designated kid watcher and ho boy my momma tells me i came out with tears in my eyes and greasy slicked down hair and thatā€™s where she ends the story because i think my mother beat her ass but yeah.
Leave kids hair alone.

Iā€™m going to be honest, parents who are super-controlling of their childrenā€™s hair creep me the fuck out and Iā€™m not entirely certain why except that I get a vague feeling they kind of relegate them to, ā€œannoying talking dollā€ status.

I loved my daughterā€™s long blond hair. It was thick and wavy and beautiful but when she told me she wanted it cut shortĀ ā€˜like a boyā€™(she was four)Ā  I took her to the salon and let her whack it off.Ā 
The stylist was skeptical, ā€˜are you sure?ā€ and the thing is, she said this to me, not my daughter. So I asked my girlĀ ā€˜are you sure you want it cut short?ā€™ She was. The hair went. The stylist acted nervous most of the way through like she was waiting for one of us to burst into tears, but it looked cute! And my daughter loved it! (And itā€™s been short ever since.)

Autonomy over your hair is bodily autonomy and we as a culture need to start holding bodily autonomy as sacred

My family, for years, wouldnā€™t let me dye/cut my hair really short. I could understand the dye, but the shortest theyā€™d let me go is a bob. They even let me dye my hair before letting me go that short. Iā€™m finally in control of my hair and my hair is one of my favorite things about myself. Itā€™s an easy way to express myself.  
 Let kids do what they want with their hair! Let them have fun with their hair before theyā€™re told to grow up and have ā€˜professionalā€™ hair! 

My mom had a monopoly over my hair. Wouldnā€™t let me wear it natural, was obsessed with me having flyaways in the front and wouldnā€™t let me get out of the car in the mornings until they were flat, permed it when I was 10, wouldnā€™t let me cut it off for years after even though it was really damaged, vocally disapproved when I finally cut it as short as sheā€™d let me.
When I moved out I stopped putting any heat in it and a few years later I cut it all off again. The second cut was my decision alone and it felt like a weight lifted off me, like no one could ever tell me what to do with it again or tell me ā€œI needed itā€ to be pretty.



My stepfather and his stepfather forced a hair cut on me 10 years ago because they said i was too girly for their tastes.I grew my hair out ever since because ill never go fucking bald again like those two fucking neo nazis: shed1nja:
salty-sadness22:

kintatsujo:

pretentioussongtitle:

disease-danger-darkness-silence:

captainroxythefoxy:

e-v-roslyn:

guu:

kuruluv:

catwithaknife:

https://www.vice.com/en_us/article/kzqpd9/heres-an-insane-story-about-a-rogue-music-teacher-cutting-a-kids-hair

what the fuck

iā€™m just gonna take this post for a moment so i can rant but like
i Hate how entitled adults can feel over a childā€™s hair!
it started when i was young myself, i wanted a mohawk, but my dad didnā€™t approve of that look on a ā€œgirlā€, and insisted iā€™d regret such a bold cut. at 16 i was finally given full autonomy over my own head.
but then i have a son and everyone around us is trying to keep his hair short. when we finally moved out just me my partner and him, i told him he doesnā€™t need to get any haircuts he doesnā€™t want.
so he starts growing it out, itā€™s still short but coming on mid-length. his teacher makes a point to tell me itā€™s getting long as if i donā€™t have eyes. i hear her walking out with him one day talking to him about haircuts, as if to coax him into one. eventually i get child services called on me for ā€˜forcing a transgender lifestyleā€™ over what i can only assume is from a combination of me drawing cute ponies on his valentine box and letting him go to school in a ponytail.
he kept it short for awhile after but told me he wanted to grow it out again, so i let him of course. he comes home one day after getting a haircut at his grandpaā€™s and tells me he didnā€™t Want the haircut.
i ask why he got it then and learned he was bribed with a promise of a surprise IF he cut his hair.
tl;dr people need to back the hell up off of children and let them have owership of whatā€™s on THEIR body! /rant


Same thing about getting a child to curl or straighten their hair. Or do anything with it. Just let kids have control over their bodies.


This happened to me when I was little too!! Growing up I had naturally tight Shirley Temple curls. The only problem was that you canā€™t get a hair brush through it if your life depended on it until it grew out over a few years. 
but This One Lady from church decided that leaving my hair messy and curly was child abuse and threatened to call social services on my family every damn time she saw me until one day she was the designated kid watcher and ho boy my momma tells me i came out with tears in my eyes and greasy slicked down hair and thatā€™s where she ends the story because i think my mother beat her ass but yeah.
Leave kids hair alone.

Iā€™m going to be honest, parents who are super-controlling of their childrenā€™s hair creep me the fuck out and Iā€™m not entirely certain why except that I get a vague feeling they kind of relegate them to, ā€œannoying talking dollā€ status.

I loved my daughterā€™s long blond hair. It was thick and wavy and beautiful but when she told me she wanted it cut shortĀ ā€˜like a boyā€™(she was four)Ā  I took her to the salon and let her whack it off.Ā 
The stylist was skeptical, ā€˜are you sure?ā€ and the thing is, she said this to me, not my daughter. So I asked my girlĀ ā€˜are you sure you want it cut short?ā€™ She was. The hair went. The stylist acted nervous most of the way through like she was waiting for one of us to burst into tears, but it looked cute! And my daughter loved it! (And itā€™s been short ever since.)

Autonomy over your hair is bodily autonomy and we as a culture need to start holding bodily autonomy as sacred

My family, for years, wouldnā€™t let me dye/cut my hair really short. I could understand the dye, but the shortest theyā€™d let me go is a bob. They even let me dye my hair before letting me go that short. Iā€™m finally in control of my hair and my hair is one of my favorite things about myself. Itā€™s an easy way to express myself.  
 Let kids do what they want with their hair! Let them have fun with their hair before theyā€™re told to grow up and have ā€˜professionalā€™ hair! 

My mom had a monopoly over my hair. Wouldnā€™t let me wear it natural, was obsessed with me having flyaways in the front and wouldnā€™t let me get out of the car in the mornings until they were flat, permed it when I was 10, wouldnā€™t let me cut it off for years after even though it was really damaged, vocally disapproved when I finally cut it as short as sheā€™d let me.
When I moved out I stopped putting any heat in it and a few years later I cut it all off again. The second cut was my decision alone and it felt like a weight lifted off me, like no one could ever tell me what to do with it again or tell me ā€œI needed itā€ to be pretty.



My stepfather and his stepfather forced a hair cut on me 10 years ago because they said i was too girly for their tastes.I grew my hair out ever since because ill never go fucking bald again like those two fucking neo nazis
                    
                
            

            
            
        

    

    

        
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        foxyplaydate:

killer-pineapples:

kittendesu:

the-cell-block-tango:

astronomyproblems:

Idk if this counts as a peeve more of an art-astronomy pet peeve
but when people draw the cresent moon and where the dark, shaddowed part of the moon is they put in stars
like studdenly that part of the moon is invisible instead of just being in the shadow
like wtf

wait no peOPLE ACTUALLY DO THIS???

Ā really stupid question though but like, arenā€™t there stars in front of the moon??? like??? space isnā€™t twoĀ dimensionalĀ so someone putting a couple starsĀ in frontĀ of the shadow wouldnā€™tĀ necessarilyĀ be wrong?? because arenā€™t there stars all around in space and?????? im just going to be confused forever frick uvu;Ā 

hun if there was a star infront of the moon weā€™d be fucking dead

iā€™m fucking crying
: foxyplaydate:

killer-pineapples:

kittendesu:

the-cell-block-tango:

astronomyproblems:

Idk if this counts as a peeve more of an art-astronomy pet peeve
but when people draw the cresent moon and where the dark, shaddowed part of the moon is they put in stars
like studdenly that part of the moon is invisible instead of just being in the shadow
like wtf

wait no peOPLE ACTUALLY DO THIS???

Ā really stupid question though but like, arenā€™t there stars in front of the moon??? like??? space isnā€™t twoĀ dimensionalĀ so someone putting a couple starsĀ in frontĀ of the shadow wouldnā€™tĀ necessarilyĀ be wrong?? because arenā€™t there stars all around in space and?????? im just going to be confused forever frick uvu;Ā 

hun if there was a star infront of the moon weā€™d be fucking dead

iā€™m fucking crying

        

            
            

                
                
                    foxyplaydate:

killer-pineapples:

kittendesu:

the-cell-block-tango:

astronomyproblems:

Idk if this counts as a peeve more of an art-astronomy pet peeve
but when people draw the cresent moon and where the dark, shaddowed part of the moon is they put in stars
like studdenly that part of the moon is invisible instead of just being in the shadow
like wtf

wait no peOPLE ACTUALLY DO THIS???

Ā really stupid question though but like, arenā€™t there stars in front of the moon??? like??? space isnā€™t twoĀ dimensionalĀ so someone putting a couple starsĀ in frontĀ of the shadow wouldnā€™tĀ necessarilyĀ be wrong?? because arenā€™t there stars all around in space and?????? im just going to be confused forever frick uvu;Ā 

hun if there was a star infront of the moon weā€™d be fucking dead

iā€™m fucking crying
: foxyplaydate:

killer-pineapples:

kittendesu:

the-cell-block-tango:

astronomyproblems:

Idk if this counts as a peeve more of an art-astronomy pet peeve
but when people draw the cresent moon and where the dark, shaddowed part of the moon is they put in stars
like studdenly that part of the moon is invisible instead of just being in the shadow
like wtf

wait no peOPLE ACTUALLY DO THIS???

Ā really stupid question though but like, arenā€™t there stars in front of the moon??? like??? space isnā€™t twoĀ dimensionalĀ so someone putting a couple starsĀ in frontĀ of the shadow wouldnā€™tĀ necessarilyĀ be wrong?? because arenā€™t there stars all around in space and?????? im just going to be confused forever frick uvu;Ā 

hun if there was a star infront of the moon weā€™d be fucking dead

iā€™m fucking crying

                    
                
            

            
            
        

    

    

        
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                                    New York Times runs 'distracted boyfriend' meme on front page of business section
                                
                            

                            
                        

                    
                
            
                
                    
                        

                            

                                
                            

                            
                            

                                
                                    Stephen A. Smith sat in front of a green screen and the internet is turning him into a meme
                                
                            

                            
                        

                    
                
            
                
                    
                        

                            

                                
                            

                            
                            

                                
                                    MARTA meme turns 1: When a bus got a front row seat to the Georgia Dome implosion