senses



                

            

        
    







            

            
            

                

                    
                

                

                    

                        


	

	
    
        

            

                
                    
                    
                    
                    

    

        Love Is
        

            
            Love Is
        

    

    

         
Love Is

    



                
                    
                    
                    
                    

    

        actual
        

            
            actual
        

    

    

         
actual

    



                
                    
                    
                    
                    

    

        ons
        

            
            ons
        

    

    

         
ons

    



                
                    
                    
                    
                    

    

        oed
        

            
            oed
        

    

    

         
oed

    



                
                    
                    
                    
                    

    

        shotguns
        

            
            shotguns
        

    

    

         
shotguns

    



                
                    
                    
                    
                    

    

        conversate
        

            
            conversate
        

    

    

         
conversate

    



                
                    
                    
                    
                    

    

        cafeteria
        

            
            cafeteria
        

    

    

         
cafeteria

    



                
                    
                    
                    
                    

    

        existence
        

            
            existence
        

    

    

         
existence

    



                
                    
                    
                    
                    

    

        curse
        

            
            curse
        

    

    

         
curse

    



                
                    
                    
                    
                    

    

        enjoying
        

            
            enjoying
        

    

    

         
enjoying

    



                
            

        

    
    

        🔥 | Latest
    

    
    

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                




    Bad, Cheating, and College: Why Cheating Isn't Actually That Bad

 Ima count to 3
 and that shit better
 be deleted
<p><a href="https://officialfist.tumblr.com/post/173751914316/hyperazraphael-keyhollow-yellowjuice" class="tumblr_blog">officialfist</a>:</p>

<blockquote><p><a href="https://hyperazraphael.tumblr.com/post/173750532987/keyhollow-yellowjuice-tijopi11-why-are" class="tumblr_blog">hyperazraphael</a>:</p>

<blockquote><p><a href="http://keyhollow.tumblr.com/post/169078259010/yellowjuice-tijopi11-why-are-people-having-so" class="tumblr_blog">keyhollow</a>:</p><blockquote>
<p><a href="http://yellowjuice.tumblr.com/post/168679199617/tijopi11-why-are-people-having-so-much-issue-with" class="tumblr_blog">yellowjuice</a>:</p>
<blockquote>
<p><a href="https://tijopi11.tumblr.com/post/168672032017/why-are-people-having-so-much-issue-with-the" class="tumblr_blog">tijopi11</a>:</p>
<blockquote><p>Why are people having so much issue with the article, I agreed with it? The title isn’t the most eloquent thing ever but the article wasn’t encouraging cheating, where you go behind your partners back, but instead looking at the issue of cheating as a not black-and-white thing where there’s one horribly evil person who just wanted to have fun/get laid with one traumatized-for-life victim. Instead, like most- nah, let me say with ANYTHING in real life beyond fiction, the article sees the grays in cheating and why the person cheated in the first place. Not to say that cheating isn’t a horrible thing to do, but I feel like people need to understand that there are reasons people do the things they do. People who cheat are human beings. They could feel horrible about it, they could be trapped in a marriage or relationship that they don’t feel they can escape, they can feel insecure and unloved. Again, not to say it’s something you should ever do, but dehumanizing someone over a mistake is just as bad in my opinion. There’s nowhere where they can talk about their experiences, and it’s likely we know a lot of people who have cheated in our lives even if they haven’t (or were too scared) to tell us about it. </p></blockquote>
<p>“dehumanizing someone over a <b>mistake</b>”<br/></p>
<figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280" style=""><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/b46b82f946515987635b2e89242b3766/tumblr_inline_p15vbwp0N81syqsd4_540.jpg" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"/></figure><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/a90f07cba2ec91c06050aab2e8db4b93/tumblr_inline_p15vcgALY11syqsd4_540.jpg" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"/></figure><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/8bf1b39fc5036c8cdbd976cfb89b6c89/tumblr_inline_p15vctsANK1syqsd4_540.jpg" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"/></figure><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/bedd610984be09395d3e890baba4a152/tumblr_inline_p15vd52e6u1syqsd4_540.jpg" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"/></figure><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/b6ae8e67e4ef581db534a9d75c17945a/tumblr_inline_p15ved8Rom1syqsd4_540.jpg" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"/></figure><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/209ea0ffa5930a051f9a888121ad1979/tumblr_inline_p15vf4N2O91syqsd4_540.jpg" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"/></figure><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/dec0f5c82aec02545f9e81bb0c155565/tumblr_inline_p15vfl9QBz1syqsd4_540.jpg" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"/></figure></blockquote>

<p>If you cheat, you’re trash. No if and or buts. I’m looking at all y'all, I’m lookin in the mirror, I’m lookin down the street, everydamn body. If you cheat, you’re trash.</p>
</blockquote><p>Ahh yes, tumblr’s traditional “One strike you’re out” policy. I love the rationale of this and other similar things that says, “If you do a bad thing you are a bad person. Forever. There is never anything else you can do to not be a bad person.” It has such an interestingly Christian vibe to it. </p><p>First of all that image set is a lie. There are different scenarios that come together that can lead to this mistake. Also it is defining “mistake” the same way as “accident”. Of course cheating isn’t generally an accident. But, immediately it lumps in people that are not in full faculty of their senses. “You got too many drinks with him”. I’m going to put a big “No” stamp on that because if the shit you do when inebriated can’t be considered proper consent in the first place then you did not intentionally cheat (*unless it was premeditated while sober obviously). </p><p>Now let me tell you up front. I cheated once in college. Yes I know I’m trash for life with no chance for redemption but hear me out anyway. I loved my boyfriend, probably a lot more than I should have. But one night I was woken up by someone knocking on my door. It was my apartmentmate. My incredibly hot, straight, wrestler apartmentmate. He was horny and he wanted to just get off even if it was with a dude. It was like a cheesy impossible porn plot come to life. We had sex. Never once, through the entire thing, and I swear this upon everything I hold dear, never ONCE did I think “I have a boyfriend. This is wrong.” I was so caught up in the shock and fantasy of the situation it wasn’t until he left that I realized what I’d done. I was horrified. I cried and cried and as soon as the sun was up I called my boyfriend and asked him to come over. When he got there I immediately broke down sobbing and begged for him to forgive me. He did, and we moved on. And you know what? I NEVER did it again in any relationship. Did I mean to cheat on him? No. Did I? Yes. Was what I did wrong? Absolutely! Do I regret what I did? Endlessly. Does that make me horrible trash for the rest of my life? I really don’t think so. </p><p>People do things wrong. People do make conscious choices that they later realize were wrong. People ask for forgiveness. If someone does it multiple times, it’s not a mistake anymore. If someone conceals their mistake, it’s not a mistake anymore. But if someone genuinely acknowledges they did something wrong and asks for forgiveness and NEVER allows it to happen again, I think that forgiveness should be granted. And you know what? I’ve been cheated on twice since then by different guys in my life. It hurt, horribly. Both times it was an ongoing and intentional thing. But if either of them apologized to me and asked me to forgive them and showed they would sincerely never do it again I would give them a chance anyway. </p><p>Tumblr, I love your desire for justice and truth both socially and personally. But when you break everything into black and white and refuse to grant any room for forgiveness you are teaching yourselves to cut people out of your lives that could be legitimately good people that made a bad choice and deserve forgiveness. Of course there are people that don’t deserve it, who wouldn’t sincerely try to earn it, but if you say everyone who makes 1 bad choice, or 1 series of mistakes, is trash forever then I think that makes you the bad person when you are incapable of granting kindness and forgiveness to another person. </p></blockquote>

<figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="494" data-orig-width="500"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/cbd162d73523bc7796d2d8ce24e14a9f/tumblr_inline_p8ho52Yc0A1t42r6u_500.jpg" data-orig-height="494" data-orig-width="500"/></figure></blockquote>

<p>Lmao did she really think anyone wanted to read her porno fantasy story justifying cheating?</p>
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                
                    Bad, Cheating, and College: Why Cheating Isn't Actually That Bad

 Ima count to 3
 and that shit better
 be deleted
<p><a href="https://officialfist.tumblr.com/post/173751914316/hyperazraphael-keyhollow-yellowjuice" class="tumblr_blog">officialfist</a>:</p>

<blockquote><p><a href="https://hyperazraphael.tumblr.com/post/173750532987/keyhollow-yellowjuice-tijopi11-why-are" class="tumblr_blog">hyperazraphael</a>:</p>

<blockquote><p><a href="http://keyhollow.tumblr.com/post/169078259010/yellowjuice-tijopi11-why-are-people-having-so" class="tumblr_blog">keyhollow</a>:</p><blockquote>
<p><a href="http://yellowjuice.tumblr.com/post/168679199617/tijopi11-why-are-people-having-so-much-issue-with" class="tumblr_blog">yellowjuice</a>:</p>
<blockquote>
<p><a href="https://tijopi11.tumblr.com/post/168672032017/why-are-people-having-so-much-issue-with-the" class="tumblr_blog">tijopi11</a>:</p>
<blockquote><p>Why are people having so much issue with the article, I agreed with it? The title isn’t the most eloquent thing ever but the article wasn’t encouraging cheating, where you go behind your partners back, but instead looking at the issue of cheating as a not black-and-white thing where there’s one horribly evil person who just wanted to have fun/get laid with one traumatized-for-life victim. Instead, like most- nah, let me say with ANYTHING in real life beyond fiction, the article sees the grays in cheating and why the person cheated in the first place. Not to say that cheating isn’t a horrible thing to do, but I feel like people need to understand that there are reasons people do the things they do. People who cheat are human beings. They could feel horrible about it, they could be trapped in a marriage or relationship that they don’t feel they can escape, they can feel insecure and unloved. Again, not to say it’s something you should ever do, but dehumanizing someone over a mistake is just as bad in my opinion. There’s nowhere where they can talk about their experiences, and it’s likely we know a lot of people who have cheated in our lives even if they haven’t (or were too scared) to tell us about it. </p></blockquote>
<p>“dehumanizing someone over a <b>mistake</b>”<br/></p>
<figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280" style=""><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/b46b82f946515987635b2e89242b3766/tumblr_inline_p15vbwp0N81syqsd4_540.jpg" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"/></figure><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/a90f07cba2ec91c06050aab2e8db4b93/tumblr_inline_p15vcgALY11syqsd4_540.jpg" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"/></figure><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/8bf1b39fc5036c8cdbd976cfb89b6c89/tumblr_inline_p15vctsANK1syqsd4_540.jpg" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"/></figure><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/bedd610984be09395d3e890baba4a152/tumblr_inline_p15vd52e6u1syqsd4_540.jpg" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"/></figure><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/b6ae8e67e4ef581db534a9d75c17945a/tumblr_inline_p15ved8Rom1syqsd4_540.jpg" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"/></figure><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/209ea0ffa5930a051f9a888121ad1979/tumblr_inline_p15vf4N2O91syqsd4_540.jpg" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"/></figure><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/dec0f5c82aec02545f9e81bb0c155565/tumblr_inline_p15vfl9QBz1syqsd4_540.jpg" data-orig-height="1453" data-orig-width="1280"/></figure></blockquote>

<p>If you cheat, you’re trash. No if and or buts. I’m looking at all y'all, I’m lookin in the mirror, I’m lookin down the street, everydamn body. If you cheat, you’re trash.</p>
</blockquote><p>Ahh yes, tumblr’s traditional “One strike you’re out” policy. I love the rationale of this and other similar things that says, “If you do a bad thing you are a bad person. Forever. There is never anything else you can do to not be a bad person.” It has such an interestingly Christian vibe to it. </p><p>First of all that image set is a lie. There are different scenarios that come together that can lead to this mistake. Also it is defining “mistake” the same way as “accident”. Of course cheating isn’t generally an accident. But, immediately it lumps in people that are not in full faculty of their senses. “You got too many drinks with him”. I’m going to put a big “No” stamp on that because if the shit you do when inebriated can’t be considered proper consent in the first place then you did not intentionally cheat (*unless it was premeditated while sober obviously). </p><p>Now let me tell you up front. I cheated once in college. Yes I know I’m trash for life with no chance for redemption but hear me out anyway. I loved my boyfriend, probably a lot more than I should have. But one night I was woken up by someone knocking on my door. It was my apartmentmate. My incredibly hot, straight, wrestler apartmentmate. He was horny and he wanted to just get off even if it was with a dude. It was like a cheesy impossible porn plot come to life. We had sex. Never once, through the entire thing, and I swear this upon everything I hold dear, never ONCE did I think “I have a boyfriend. This is wrong.” I was so caught up in the shock and fantasy of the situation it wasn’t until he left that I realized what I’d done. I was horrified. I cried and cried and as soon as the sun was up I called my boyfriend and asked him to come over. When he got there I immediately broke down sobbing and begged for him to forgive me. He did, and we moved on. And you know what? I NEVER did it again in any relationship. Did I mean to cheat on him? No. Did I? Yes. Was what I did wrong? Absolutely! Do I regret what I did? Endlessly. Does that make me horrible trash for the rest of my life? I really don’t think so. </p><p>People do things wrong. People do make conscious choices that they later realize were wrong. People ask for forgiveness. If someone does it multiple times, it’s not a mistake anymore. If someone conceals their mistake, it’s not a mistake anymore. But if someone genuinely acknowledges they did something wrong and asks for forgiveness and NEVER allows it to happen again, I think that forgiveness should be granted. And you know what? I’ve been cheated on twice since then by different guys in my life. It hurt, horribly. Both times it was an ongoing and intentional thing. But if either of them apologized to me and asked me to forgive them and showed they would sincerely never do it again I would give them a chance anyway. </p><p>Tumblr, I love your desire for justice and truth both socially and personally. But when you break everything into black and white and refuse to grant any room for forgiveness you are teaching yourselves to cut people out of your lives that could be legitimately good people that made a bad choice and deserve forgiveness. Of course there are people that don’t deserve it, who wouldn’t sincerely try to earn it, but if you say everyone who makes 1 bad choice, or 1 series of mistakes, is trash forever then I think that makes you the bad person when you are incapable of granting kindness and forgiveness to another person. </p></blockquote>

<figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="494" data-orig-width="500"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/cbd162d73523bc7796d2d8ce24e14a9f/tumblr_inline_p8ho52Yc0A1t42r6u_500.jpg" data-orig-height="494" data-orig-width="500"/></figure></blockquote>

<p>Lmao did she really think anyone wanted to read her porno fantasy story justifying cheating?</p>
                    
                
            

            
            
<p><a href="https://officialfist.tumblr.com/post/173751914316/hyperazraphael-keyhollow-yellowjuice" class="tumblr_blog">officialfist</a>:</p...

            
            
        

    



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                




    Bless Up, Booty, and Christmas: Picked up this little girl today. I never
 knew something so cute could have
 such horrendous farts
 @DrSmashlove
 Reddit u/thecasquatch
Shout to u ladies bruv I see u. Pink nikes. Black yoga pants with the strategically placed sheer cutouts. Oversized coat. Dripping wet hair. Scurrying back to the office at 12:58 pm. Stinkin. Just sweatily stinking up a storm baby girl u are appreciated 🤤. See me in the lobby I’m holding the elevator door looking at u and u like “OMG smash I stink LOL!! I’ll take the next one!” No the eff u won’t 🤗😂. This is Christmas in Ferrurary. 🎅🏼 Christmas in March. 🎄 U feel me? “Don’t be silly lol! All aboard 😁.” I inhale inaudibly thru my nose and let out a small, very small like dis big 👌 pip squeak cough ... “damn! Sinuses lol...CAN A BROTHER GET SOME CLARITIN IN HERE 😤” (c) Key and Peele 😂. Ain no damn sinuses bruv. I just had to get that one wondrous serene low key whiff of pure mid Day booty sweat 🍑💦 . U could had taken a few minutes to shower. But u didn’t. U didn’t for all of us - witcha nastass 😍😂. Now u perfuming the elevator before returning to ya office to put clothes and heels back on. Again I thank u. Mid day work doldrums can be heavy but an elevator full of yoga pant booty stench, like an Umbria espresso chased by a bubbly water, awakens the senses and enlivens the loins 😍. And before u ladies attack me for being a freak first of all bish YES I AM 😂. Second of all not long ago a ting was taking a vigorous ride on Le Pony like the Ginuwine song when, half a minute prior to busting, she buried her face in my underarm and bounced-clapped Le Chèéks vigorously on mine Peepington and I’m like “wha?” And she said in that deep, satanic I’m-bout-to-buss voice “DONNNNT STOPPPP 🐲👹👺” and she let loose the waterfall harder than I had theretofore experienced and at that moment it dawned on me: Le Stínk is a gift from God (among many) visited upon humankind to bring us back to our animalistic senses. Back to the jungle. U feel me? Amazonian type isht. Embrace Le Stínk. U an me baby ain’t nothing but mammals. So let’s do it how they do on the discovery channel BLESS UP 🤤😍😂
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                
                    Bless Up, Booty, and Christmas: Picked up this little girl today. I never
 knew something so cute could have
 such horrendous farts
 @DrSmashlove
 Reddit u/thecasquatch
Shout to u ladies bruv I see u. Pink nikes. Black yoga pants with the strategically placed sheer cutouts. Oversized coat. Dripping wet hair. Scurrying back to the office at 12:58 pm. Stinkin. Just sweatily stinking up a storm baby girl u are appreciated 🤤. See me in the lobby I’m holding the elevator door looking at u and u like “OMG smash I stink LOL!! I’ll take the next one!” No the eff u won’t 🤗😂. This is Christmas in Ferrurary. 🎅🏼 Christmas in March. 🎄 U feel me? “Don’t be silly lol! All aboard 😁.” I inhale inaudibly thru my nose and let out a small, very small like dis big 👌 pip squeak cough ... “damn! Sinuses lol...CAN A BROTHER GET SOME CLARITIN IN HERE 😤” (c) Key and Peele 😂. Ain no damn sinuses bruv. I just had to get that one wondrous serene low key whiff of pure mid Day booty sweat 🍑💦 . U could had taken a few minutes to shower. But u didn’t. U didn’t for all of us - witcha nastass 😍😂. Now u perfuming the elevator before returning to ya office to put clothes and heels back on. Again I thank u. Mid day work doldrums can be heavy but an elevator full of yoga pant booty stench, like an Umbria espresso chased by a bubbly water, awakens the senses and enlivens the loins 😍. And before u ladies attack me for being a freak first of all bish YES I AM 😂. Second of all not long ago a ting was taking a vigorous ride on Le Pony like the Ginuwine song when, half a minute prior to busting, she buried her face in my underarm and bounced-clapped Le Chèéks vigorously on mine Peepington and I’m like “wha?” And she said in that deep, satanic I’m-bout-to-buss voice “DONNNNT STOPPPP 🐲👹👺” and she let loose the waterfall harder than I had theretofore experienced and at that moment it dawned on me: Le Stínk is a gift from God (among many) visited upon humankind to bring us back to our animalistic senses. Back to the jungle. U feel me? Amazonian type isht. Embrace Le Stínk. U an me baby ain’t nothing but mammals. So let’s do it how they do on the discovery channel BLESS UP 🤤😍😂
                    
                
            

            
            
Shout to u ladies bruv I see u. Pink nikes. Black yoga pants with the strategically placed sheer cutouts. Oversized coat. Dripping wet hair....

            
            
        

    



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                




    Crying, Family, and Guns: Chwistopher
 @Loudwindow
 Concept: Pirates slay a monster mermaid
 to steal its treasure chest.
 Pirates open chest, finds a sleepy baby
 mermaid within.
 Monster mermaid was using the treasure
 chest as a cradle.
 Pirates:
<p><a href="http://dragonsateyourtoast.tumblr.com/post/169373651900" class="tumblr_blog">dragonsateyourtoast</a>:</p><blockquote>
<p><a href="http://otherwindow.tumblr.com/post/169340235270/otherwindow-this-is-how-the-golden-age-of-piracy" class="tumblr_blog">otherwindow</a>:</p>
<blockquote>
<p><a href="http://otherwindow.tumblr.com/post/169291615220/this-is-how-the-golden-age-of-piracy-ended" class="tumblr_blog">otherwindow</a>:</p>
<blockquote><p>This is how the golden age of piracy ended.</p></blockquote>
<figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="677" data-orig-width="1000"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/51eb1c65a8936859a4b9e9ed54eb60d9/tumblr_inline_p22tdbtzyD1qdd180_540.jpg" data-orig-height="677" data-orig-width="1000"/></figure><p>The first mermaid to get tattoos :)</p>
</blockquote>

<p>“we didn’t know any better,” the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. “what do we do now?”</p>
<p>“kill it,” the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes.</p>
<p>“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.”</p>
<p>“i know.”</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>“daddy,” she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, “daddy, la-la, la-la-la.”</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>“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.</p>
<p>“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.</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>“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?”</p>
<p>“your mother abandoned you,” he says, as he always has. “we found you adrift, and couldn’t bear to leave you there.”</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>“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.</p>
<p>“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.”</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>“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.”</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>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.”</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>“why not?” the mermaid asks.</p>
<p>“he’ll win,” the first mate says.</p>
<p>the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. “are you sure?” she asks.</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>“don’t worry,” she says, with a bright laugh, “it was fun.”</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>“let me up,” the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. “bring me up, quickly, quickly.”</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>“you know we are dying,” the captain says, looking down at her.</p>
<p>she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise.</p>
<p>“i know,” she says, “i can feel it coming.”</p>
<p>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. </p>
<p>“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.</p>
<p>“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.</p>
<p>“guard the ship,” the captain says. “you always have but you know they’re lost without you.”</p>
<p>“without you,” the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. “what will we do?”</p>
<p>“i don’t know,” the captain says. “but you’ll help them, won’t you?”</p>
<p>“of course i will,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “i will always protect my family.”</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>“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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>“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.”</p>
<p>“and now?”</p>
<p>“they were right,” the new captain says. “how did they ever befriend you?”</p>
<p>the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. “they didn’t know any better.”</p>
</blockquote>

<p>Yooooo</p>
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                
                    Crying, Family, and Guns: Chwistopher
 @Loudwindow
 Concept: Pirates slay a monster mermaid
 to steal its treasure chest.
 Pirates open chest, finds a sleepy baby
 mermaid within.
 Monster mermaid was using the treasure
 chest as a cradle.
 Pirates:
<p><a href="http://dragonsateyourtoast.tumblr.com/post/169373651900" class="tumblr_blog">dragonsateyourtoast</a>:</p><blockquote>
<p><a href="http://otherwindow.tumblr.com/post/169340235270/otherwindow-this-is-how-the-golden-age-of-piracy" class="tumblr_blog">otherwindow</a>:</p>
<blockquote>
<p><a href="http://otherwindow.tumblr.com/post/169291615220/this-is-how-the-golden-age-of-piracy-ended" class="tumblr_blog">otherwindow</a>:</p>
<blockquote><p>This is how the golden age of piracy ended.</p></blockquote>
<figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="677" data-orig-width="1000"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/51eb1c65a8936859a4b9e9ed54eb60d9/tumblr_inline_p22tdbtzyD1qdd180_540.jpg" data-orig-height="677" data-orig-width="1000"/></figure><p>The first mermaid to get tattoos :)</p>
</blockquote>

<p>“we didn’t know any better,” the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. “what do we do now?”</p>
<p>“kill it,” the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes.</p>
<p>“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.”</p>
<p>“i know.”</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>“daddy,” she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, “daddy, la-la, la-la-la.”</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>“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.</p>
<p>“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.</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>“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?”</p>
<p>“your mother abandoned you,” he says, as he always has. “we found you adrift, and couldn’t bear to leave you there.”</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>“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.</p>
<p>“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.”</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>“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.”</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>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.”</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>“why not?” the mermaid asks.</p>
<p>“he’ll win,” the first mate says.</p>
<p>the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. “are you sure?” she asks.</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>“don’t worry,” she says, with a bright laugh, “it was fun.”</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>“let me up,” the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. “bring me up, quickly, quickly.”</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>“you know we are dying,” the captain says, looking down at her.</p>
<p>she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise.</p>
<p>“i know,” she says, “i can feel it coming.”</p>
<p>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. </p>
<p>“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.</p>
<p>“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.</p>
<p>“guard the ship,” the captain says. “you always have but you know they’re lost without you.”</p>
<p>“without you,” the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. “what will we do?”</p>
<p>“i don’t know,” the captain says. “but you’ll help them, won’t you?”</p>
<p>“of course i will,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “i will always protect my family.”</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>“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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>“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.”</p>
<p>“and now?”</p>
<p>“they were right,” the new captain says. “how did they ever befriend you?”</p>
<p>the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. “they didn’t know any better.”</p>
</blockquote>

<p>Yooooo</p>
                    
                
            

            
            
<p><a href="http://dragonsateyourtoast.tumblr.com/post/169373651900" class="tumblr_blog">dragonsateyourtoast</a>:</p><blockquote>
<p><a href...

            
            
        

    



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                




    Ass, Booty, and Church: These pants make the world go
 round... Ass be looking STUPID fat
 it don't matter who it is
There has to be a deeper science behind these tights. My homie grandma accidentally through on his sisters leggings for a funeral mistaking them for stockings. Grandma carol was caked up up beyond measure. Every time her walker hit the floor her cake would make the sanctuary shift. Hymnols falling out the pews, if she twerked dust from the creation of earth would shake out. Ass so powerful it would cause a wind to blow and change the pages in the Bible. Grandma Carol walked past the casket we seen Grandpa Dale sit straight up like the undertaker. Eyes rolled all the way back. He done turned into a white walker. I thought we would need to do a exorcism. Last time a old niqqa came back to life stinkmiener caused havoc. The whole church scared he done senses the booty levels over 10,000,000 and such power bought the dead back to life. It was like the hand of the booty Gods reached down from the heavens and woke up Grandpa Dale. Nigga caught the strength of 1000 sayians and took grandma Carol home. Grandpa Dale ain’t even last two strokes he wasn’t hooked up to his dialysis machine and died again. Nigga funeral this Tuesday. Moral of the story these leggings have to power to bring the dead back to life, make saggy old booty cheeks into rejuvenated pieces of cake.
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                
                    Ass, Booty, and Church: These pants make the world go
 round... Ass be looking STUPID fat
 it don't matter who it is
There has to be a deeper science behind these tights. My homie grandma accidentally through on his sisters leggings for a funeral mistaking them for stockings. Grandma carol was caked up up beyond measure. Every time her walker hit the floor her cake would make the sanctuary shift. Hymnols falling out the pews, if she twerked dust from the creation of earth would shake out. Ass so powerful it would cause a wind to blow and change the pages in the Bible. Grandma Carol walked past the casket we seen Grandpa Dale sit straight up like the undertaker. Eyes rolled all the way back. He done turned into a white walker. I thought we would need to do a exorcism. Last time a old niqqa came back to life stinkmiener caused havoc. The whole church scared he done senses the booty levels over 10,000,000 and such power bought the dead back to life. It was like the hand of the booty Gods reached down from the heavens and woke up Grandpa Dale. Nigga caught the strength of 1000 sayians and took grandma Carol home. Grandpa Dale ain’t even last two strokes he wasn’t hooked up to his dialysis machine and died again. Nigga funeral this Tuesday. Moral of the story these leggings have to power to bring the dead back to life, make saggy old booty cheeks into rejuvenated pieces of cake.
                    
                
            

            
            
There has to be a deeper science behind these tights. My homie grandma accidentally through on his sisters leggings for a funeral mistaking ...