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        phantomemes:
starters  /  prompts taken from f. d. soul’s work ,  between you and these bones .  feel free to change pronouns  /  tenses as necessary .
‘  the problem is you keep trying to use your eyes  ’
‘  how i soften when you pull me against you  ’
‘  you are teaching me to love  ’
‘  i will pretend that i have not already heard the question in your eyes  ’
‘  you perhaps will become my swan song  ’
‘  it is a very human thing to love  ’
‘  you are my good days  ’
‘  i have been loved dearly  ’
‘  i promise you will not always be this war  ’
‘  thank god for the stubbornness of organs  ’
‘  it takes me seven days to stop being in love with you  ’
‘  there will always be another day  ’
‘  there will always be another mercy  ’
‘  perhaps i will take up dancing again  ’
‘  what a pretty little disaster you will be  ’
‘  i am terrified for you  ’
‘  i will fold inside of myself  ’
‘  today i am thankful  ’
‘  i didn’t want to sleep because i didn’t want to wake  ’
‘  come and get me  ’
‘  i tell myself i do not need you  ’
‘  i think i broke again last night  ’
‘  i’m just trying to connect with you  ’
‘  you are an ocean that will perhaps never stop crashing  ’
‘  burn the house down in search of yourself  ’
‘  don’t you dare ever stop looking  ’
‘  i struggle not to feel guilty  ’
‘  you are a wild  ,  unkempt thing  ’
‘  sometimes it is a very sad thing to be human and longing  ’
‘  find that you are made of russian nesting dolls  ’
‘  the trees are always kindest with spring comes  ’
‘  teach yourself the hymns again  ’
‘  he is every amen i have ever laid down on lips  ’
‘  this life is an altar  ’
‘  i am sorry i do not have more time  ’
‘  there is a mountain in me  ’
‘  by the morning i am a triumph  ’
‘  there are words playing hooky in the back of your throat  ’
‘  today is by far the most beautiful creature i have ever come across  ’
‘  there are many things that will fit beneath your skin  ’
‘  forgiveness does not take up much room  ’
‘  some days you will breathe and it will be enough  ’
‘  you do not have to hold it quite so tightly  ’
‘  there is a prayer in me  ,  still  ’
‘  you scare me a little  ’
‘  you can be a good thing and not a whole thing  ’
‘  there are flowers in my chest again  ’
‘  the rain comes and sounds like you  ’
‘  i cannot tell you why i still trust god  ’
‘  find peace and build a home out of it  ’

‘  there is never an end  ’
: phantomemes:
starters  /  prompts taken from f. d. soul’s work ,  between you and these bones .  feel free to change pronouns  /  tenses as necessary .
‘  the problem is you keep trying to use your eyes  ’
‘  how i soften when you pull me against you  ’
‘  you are teaching me to love  ’
‘  i will pretend that i have not already heard the question in your eyes  ’
‘  you perhaps will become my swan song  ’
‘  it is a very human thing to love  ’
‘  you are my good days  ’
‘  i have been loved dearly  ’
‘  i promise you will not always be this war  ’
‘  thank god for the stubbornness of organs  ’
‘  it takes me seven days to stop being in love with you  ’
‘  there will always be another day  ’
‘  there will always be another mercy  ’
‘  perhaps i will take up dancing again  ’
‘  what a pretty little disaster you will be  ’
‘  i am terrified for you  ’
‘  i will fold inside of myself  ’
‘  today i am thankful  ’
‘  i didn’t want to sleep because i didn’t want to wake  ’
‘  come and get me  ’
‘  i tell myself i do not need you  ’
‘  i think i broke again last night  ’
‘  i’m just trying to connect with you  ’
‘  you are an ocean that will perhaps never stop crashing  ’
‘  burn the house down in search of yourself  ’
‘  don’t you dare ever stop looking  ’
‘  i struggle not to feel guilty  ’
‘  you are a wild  ,  unkempt thing  ’
‘  sometimes it is a very sad thing to be human and longing  ’
‘  find that you are made of russian nesting dolls  ’
‘  the trees are always kindest with spring comes  ’
‘  teach yourself the hymns again  ’
‘  he is every amen i have ever laid down on lips  ’
‘  this life is an altar  ’
‘  i am sorry i do not have more time  ’
‘  there is a mountain in me  ’
‘  by the morning i am a triumph  ’
‘  there are words playing hooky in the back of your throat  ’
‘  today is by far the most beautiful creature i have ever come across  ’
‘  there are many things that will fit beneath your skin  ’
‘  forgiveness does not take up much room  ’
‘  some days you will breathe and it will be enough  ’
‘  you do not have to hold it quite so tightly  ’
‘  there is a prayer in me  ,  still  ’
‘  you scare me a little  ’
‘  you can be a good thing and not a whole thing  ’
‘  there are flowers in my chest again  ’
‘  the rain comes and sounds like you  ’
‘  i cannot tell you why i still trust god  ’
‘  find peace and build a home out of it  ’

‘  there is never an end  ’

        

            
            

                
                
                    phantomemes:
starters  /  prompts taken from f. d. soul’s work ,  between you and these bones .  feel free to change pronouns  /  tenses as necessary .
‘  the problem is you keep trying to use your eyes  ’
‘  how i soften when you pull me against you  ’
‘  you are teaching me to love  ’
‘  i will pretend that i have not already heard the question in your eyes  ’
‘  you perhaps will become my swan song  ’
‘  it is a very human thing to love  ’
‘  you are my good days  ’
‘  i have been loved dearly  ’
‘  i promise you will not always be this war  ’
‘  thank god for the stubbornness of organs  ’
‘  it takes me seven days to stop being in love with you  ’
‘  there will always be another day  ’
‘  there will always be another mercy  ’
‘  perhaps i will take up dancing again  ’
‘  what a pretty little disaster you will be  ’
‘  i am terrified for you  ’
‘  i will fold inside of myself  ’
‘  today i am thankful  ’
‘  i didn’t want to sleep because i didn’t want to wake  ’
‘  come and get me  ’
‘  i tell myself i do not need you  ’
‘  i think i broke again last night  ’
‘  i’m just trying to connect with you  ’
‘  you are an ocean that will perhaps never stop crashing  ’
‘  burn the house down in search of yourself  ’
‘  don’t you dare ever stop looking  ’
‘  i struggle not to feel guilty  ’
‘  you are a wild  ,  unkempt thing  ’
‘  sometimes it is a very sad thing to be human and longing  ’
‘  find that you are made of russian nesting dolls  ’
‘  the trees are always kindest with spring comes  ’
‘  teach yourself the hymns again  ’
‘  he is every amen i have ever laid down on lips  ’
‘  this life is an altar  ’
‘  i am sorry i do not have more time  ’
‘  there is a mountain in me  ’
‘  by the morning i am a triumph  ’
‘  there are words playing hooky in the back of your throat  ’
‘  today is by far the most beautiful creature i have ever come across  ’
‘  there are many things that will fit beneath your skin  ’
‘  forgiveness does not take up much room  ’
‘  some days you will breathe and it will be enough  ’
‘  you do not have to hold it quite so tightly  ’
‘  there is a prayer in me  ,  still  ’
‘  you scare me a little  ’
‘  you can be a good thing and not a whole thing  ’
‘  there are flowers in my chest again  ’
‘  the rain comes and sounds like you  ’
‘  i cannot tell you why i still trust god  ’
‘  find peace and build a home out of it  ’

‘  there is never an end  ’
: phantomemes:
starters  /  prompts taken from f. d. soul’s work ,  between you and these bones .  feel free to change pronouns  /  tenses as necessary .
‘  the problem is you keep trying to use your eyes  ’
‘  how i soften when you pull me against you  ’
‘  you are teaching me to love  ’
‘  i will pretend that i have not already heard the question in your eyes  ’
‘  you perhaps will become my swan song  ’
‘  it is a very human thing to love  ’
‘  you are my good days  ’
‘  i have been loved dearly  ’
‘  i promise you will not always be this war  ’
‘  thank god for the stubbornness of organs  ’
‘  it takes me seven days to stop being in love with you  ’
‘  there will always be another day  ’
‘  there will always be another mercy  ’
‘  perhaps i will take up dancing again  ’
‘  what a pretty little disaster you will be  ’
‘  i am terrified for you  ’
‘  i will fold inside of myself  ’
‘  today i am thankful  ’
‘  i didn’t want to sleep because i didn’t want to wake  ’
‘  come and get me  ’
‘  i tell myself i do not need you  ’
‘  i think i broke again last night  ’
‘  i’m just trying to connect with you  ’
‘  you are an ocean that will perhaps never stop crashing  ’
‘  burn the house down in search of yourself  ’
‘  don’t you dare ever stop looking  ’
‘  i struggle not to feel guilty  ’
‘  you are a wild  ,  unkempt thing  ’
‘  sometimes it is a very sad thing to be human and longing  ’
‘  find that you are made of russian nesting dolls  ’
‘  the trees are always kindest with spring comes  ’
‘  teach yourself the hymns again  ’
‘  he is every amen i have ever laid down on lips  ’
‘  this life is an altar  ’
‘  i am sorry i do not have more time  ’
‘  there is a mountain in me  ’
‘  by the morning i am a triumph  ’
‘  there are words playing hooky in the back of your throat  ’
‘  today is by far the most beautiful creature i have ever come across  ’
‘  there are many things that will fit beneath your skin  ’
‘  forgiveness does not take up much room  ’
‘  some days you will breathe and it will be enough  ’
‘  you do not have to hold it quite so tightly  ’
‘  there is a prayer in me  ,  still  ’
‘  you scare me a little  ’
‘  you can be a good thing and not a whole thing  ’
‘  there are flowers in my chest again  ’
‘  the rain comes and sounds like you  ’
‘  i cannot tell you why i still trust god  ’
‘  find peace and build a home out of it  ’

‘  there is never an end  ’

                    
                
            

            
                
                
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starters  /  prompts taken from f. d. soul’s work ,  between you and these bones .  feel free to change pronouns  /  tenses...

                
            
            
        

    

    

        
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        trashmouthbi:
SUMMER 1989 - © 2006
1. swimming with friends in a quarry2. loser/lover3. silver (beating the devil)4. the barrens are ours5. teenage (the aladdin)6. i just wanna (pinchyourcheeksthey’resocute)7. interlude - rock war8. power of us9. sunlight on red10. safehouse11. for you12. kissing bridge // kissing bridge13. i swearbonus tracks14. winter fire  //  winter fire15. eddie, my love
flat version of art here( click images for better quality | song lyrics in the booklet by @reddies-club​ and trashofthething | album idea from here , my own version inspired by this. both by @notfine-mp3​ | any songs not linked here or mentioned in René’s og post i made up | packaging template from here | @sharkpuppyofficial​ @sharkpuppymusic​ )
check out all the creators tagged and/or linked on this post and shoot them an ask + rb if you appreciate their content! reblogs are appreciated!
: trashmouthbi:
SUMMER 1989 - © 2006
1. swimming with friends in a quarry2. loser/lover3. silver (beating the devil)4. the barrens are ours5. teenage (the aladdin)6. i just wanna (pinchyourcheeksthey’resocute)7. interlude - rock war8. power of us9. sunlight on red10. safehouse11. for you12. kissing bridge // kissing bridge13. i swearbonus tracks14. winter fire  //  winter fire15. eddie, my love
flat version of art here( click images for better quality | song lyrics in the booklet by @reddies-club​ and trashofthething | album idea from here , my own version inspired by this. both by @notfine-mp3​ | any songs not linked here or mentioned in René’s og post i made up | packaging template from here | @sharkpuppyofficial​ @sharkpuppymusic​ )
check out all the creators tagged and/or linked on this post and shoot them an ask + rb if you appreciate their content! reblogs are appreciated!

        

            
            

                
                
                    trashmouthbi:
SUMMER 1989 - © 2006
1. swimming with friends in a quarry2. loser/lover3. silver (beating the devil)4. the barrens are ours5. teenage (the aladdin)6. i just wanna (pinchyourcheeksthey’resocute)7. interlude - rock war8. power of us9. sunlight on red10. safehouse11. for you12. kissing bridge // kissing bridge13. i swearbonus tracks14. winter fire  //  winter fire15. eddie, my love
flat version of art here( click images for better quality | song lyrics in the booklet by @reddies-club​ and trashofthething | album idea from here , my own version inspired by this. both by @notfine-mp3​ | any songs not linked here or mentioned in René’s og post i made up | packaging template from here | @sharkpuppyofficial​ @sharkpuppymusic​ )
check out all the creators tagged and/or linked on this post and shoot them an ask + rb if you appreciate their content! reblogs are appreciated!
: trashmouthbi:
SUMMER 1989 - © 2006
1. swimming with friends in a quarry2. loser/lover3. silver (beating the devil)4. the barrens are ours5. teenage (the aladdin)6. i just wanna (pinchyourcheeksthey’resocute)7. interlude - rock war8. power of us9. sunlight on red10. safehouse11. for you12. kissing bridge // kissing bridge13. i swearbonus tracks14. winter fire  //  winter fire15. eddie, my love
flat version of art here( click images for better quality | song lyrics in the booklet by @reddies-club​ and trashofthething | album idea from here , my own version inspired by this. both by @notfine-mp3​ | any songs not linked here or mentioned in René’s og post i made up | packaging template from here | @sharkpuppyofficial​ @sharkpuppymusic​ )
check out all the creators tagged and/or linked on this post and shoot them an ask + rb if you appreciate their content! reblogs are appreciated!

                    
                
            

            
                
                
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SUMMER 1989 - © 2006
1. swimming with friends in a quarry2. loser/lover3. silver (beating the devil)4. the barrens are ours...

                
            
            
        

    

    

        
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        cereusblue:
unnameablethings:


dragonsateyourtoast:

redporkpadthai:

dragonsateyourtoast:

otherwindow:

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


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

She protects her family.

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




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


dragonsateyourtoast:

redporkpadthai:

dragonsateyourtoast:

otherwindow:

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


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

She protects her family.

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




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

        

            
            

                
                
                    cereusblue:
unnameablethings:


dragonsateyourtoast:

redporkpadthai:

dragonsateyourtoast:

otherwindow:

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


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

She protects her family.

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




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


dragonsateyourtoast:

redporkpadthai:

dragonsateyourtoast:

otherwindow:

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


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

She protects her family.

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




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

                    
                
            

            
                
                
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unnameablethings:


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roseverdict:


3-ducks-in-a-trenchcoat:
The look on her face when she realizes 
Transcript: A college-age woman with a microphone is interviewing a man on the street, likely a fellow student. Over the audio of them speaking, some background music is playing of the “something funny is about to happen, but for now things are calm” variety.
Woman: What do you think about starting an initiative on campus, here at UK, to be more inclusive to women who have penises, and we can put urinals in the women’s restroom for them?
Man: Sounds fantastic.
Woman: Oh, is it?
Man: Yeah.
Woman: Okay, what about-? Let’s take it one step closer, y'know, more for inclusivity here on campus, about free tampons and pads in the men’s restroom for men who have periods?
Man: Sounds great.
Woman: Okayyy. You don’t see anything wrong with those statements?
Man: No.
Woman: What men do you know with periods?
Man, overlapping slightly with Woman: -the general use ones, like at Willy T’s(?), I use ‘em pretty often- (transcriber couldn’t quite catch everything, sorry!)
At this point the video freezes on a still of the woman, who’s in the middle of realizing she was trying to get transphobic answers out of a trans man the whole time, and is thoroughly gobsmacked. Flabbergasted, even. The background music picks up and could very well be a video game boss theme for a classical-music-themed boss. I don’t know the song, sadly. According to the notes, the song is Kira’s theme from JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure. End transcript.



It’s not Willy T, I think it’s Building D! Either way, thanks for the transcript



Tbh separated stalls, urinals, female hygiene products, baby-changing rooms and also bidets should be standard in all restrooms: bscully:

sneepysnape:

roseverdict:


3-ducks-in-a-trenchcoat:
The look on her face when she realizes 
Transcript: A college-age woman with a microphone is interviewing a man on the street, likely a fellow student. Over the audio of them speaking, some background music is playing of the “something funny is about to happen, but for now things are calm” variety.
Woman: What do you think about starting an initiative on campus, here at UK, to be more inclusive to women who have penises, and we can put urinals in the women’s restroom for them?
Man: Sounds fantastic.
Woman: Oh, is it?
Man: Yeah.
Woman: Okay, what about-? Let’s take it one step closer, y'know, more for inclusivity here on campus, about free tampons and pads in the men’s restroom for men who have periods?
Man: Sounds great.
Woman: Okayyy. You don’t see anything wrong with those statements?
Man: No.
Woman: What men do you know with periods?
Man, overlapping slightly with Woman: -the general use ones, like at Willy T’s(?), I use ‘em pretty often- (transcriber couldn’t quite catch everything, sorry!)
At this point the video freezes on a still of the woman, who’s in the middle of realizing she was trying to get transphobic answers out of a trans man the whole time, and is thoroughly gobsmacked. Flabbergasted, even. The background music picks up and could very well be a video game boss theme for a classical-music-themed boss. I don’t know the song, sadly. According to the notes, the song is Kira’s theme from JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure. End transcript.



It’s not Willy T, I think it’s Building D! Either way, thanks for the transcript



Tbh separated stalls, urinals, female hygiene products, baby-changing rooms and also bidets should be standard in all restrooms
        

            
            

                
                
                    bscully:

sneepysnape:

roseverdict:


3-ducks-in-a-trenchcoat:
The look on her face when she realizes 
Transcript: A college-age woman with a microphone is interviewing a man on the street, likely a fellow student. Over the audio of them speaking, some background music is playing of the “something funny is about to happen, but for now things are calm” variety.
Woman: What do you think about starting an initiative on campus, here at UK, to be more inclusive to women who have penises, and we can put urinals in the women’s restroom for them?
Man: Sounds fantastic.
Woman: Oh, is it?
Man: Yeah.
Woman: Okay, what about-? Let’s take it one step closer, y'know, more for inclusivity here on campus, about free tampons and pads in the men’s restroom for men who have periods?
Man: Sounds great.
Woman: Okayyy. You don’t see anything wrong with those statements?
Man: No.
Woman: What men do you know with periods?
Man, overlapping slightly with Woman: -the general use ones, like at Willy T’s(?), I use ‘em pretty often- (transcriber couldn’t quite catch everything, sorry!)
At this point the video freezes on a still of the woman, who’s in the middle of realizing she was trying to get transphobic answers out of a trans man the whole time, and is thoroughly gobsmacked. Flabbergasted, even. The background music picks up and could very well be a video game boss theme for a classical-music-themed boss. I don’t know the song, sadly. According to the notes, the song is Kira’s theme from JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure. End transcript.



It’s not Willy T, I think it’s Building D! Either way, thanks for the transcript



Tbh separated stalls, urinals, female hygiene products, baby-changing rooms and also bidets should be standard in all restrooms: bscully:

sneepysnape:

roseverdict:


3-ducks-in-a-trenchcoat:
The look on her face when she realizes 
Transcript: A college-age woman with a microphone is interviewing a man on the street, likely a fellow student. Over the audio of them speaking, some background music is playing of the “something funny is about to happen, but for now things are calm” variety.
Woman: What do you think about starting an initiative on campus, here at UK, to be more inclusive to women who have penises, and we can put urinals in the women’s restroom for them?
Man: Sounds fantastic.
Woman: Oh, is it?
Man: Yeah.
Woman: Okay, what about-? Let’s take it one step closer, y'know, more for inclusivity here on campus, about free tampons and pads in the men’s restroom for men who have periods?
Man: Sounds great.
Woman: Okayyy. You don’t see anything wrong with those statements?
Man: No.
Woman: What men do you know with periods?
Man, overlapping slightly with Woman: -the general use ones, like at Willy T’s(?), I use ‘em pretty often- (transcriber couldn’t quite catch everything, sorry!)
At this point the video freezes on a still of the woman, who’s in the middle of realizing she was trying to get transphobic answers out of a trans man the whole time, and is thoroughly gobsmacked. Flabbergasted, even. The background music picks up and could very well be a video game boss theme for a classical-music-themed boss. I don’t know the song, sadly. According to the notes, the song is Kira’s theme from JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure. End transcript.



It’s not Willy T, I think it’s Building D! Either way, thanks for the transcript



Tbh separated stalls, urinals, female hygiene products, baby-changing rooms and also bidets should be standard in all restrooms
                    
                    

                    
                
            

            
            
        

    

    

        
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        awesomesthesia:
Molina - Get Lost (feat. Amaro)
About the song: It is a love song about someone wanting to see that special person again. The track is full of energy focused on the 80’s style creating deep lyrics and not just a generic electro song. My goal is to bring back the old decade to our new era. This is just the first single of many I have prepared and worked in the studio following this route. I want to create something different based on bright colors and effects combined with cool music.
Social Media: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/molina.official/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/molinaofficial/Twitter: https://twitter.com/djmolina_Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCb8CiAnNhMc_-elfaTRFu_w
: awesomesthesia:
Molina - Get Lost (feat. Amaro)
About the song: It is a love song about someone wanting to see that special person again. The track is full of energy focused on the 80’s style creating deep lyrics and not just a generic electro song. My goal is to bring back the old decade to our new era. This is just the first single of many I have prepared and worked in the studio following this route. I want to create something different based on bright colors and effects combined with cool music.
Social Media: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/molina.official/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/molinaofficial/Twitter: https://twitter.com/djmolina_Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCb8CiAnNhMc_-elfaTRFu_w

        

            
            

                
                
                    awesomesthesia:
Molina - Get Lost (feat. Amaro)
About the song: It is a love song about someone wanting to see that special person again. The track is full of energy focused on the 80’s style creating deep lyrics and not just a generic electro song. My goal is to bring back the old decade to our new era. This is just the first single of many I have prepared and worked in the studio following this route. I want to create something different based on bright colors and effects combined with cool music.
Social Media: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/molina.official/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/molinaofficial/Twitter: https://twitter.com/djmolina_Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCb8CiAnNhMc_-elfaTRFu_w
: awesomesthesia:
Molina - Get Lost (feat. Amaro)
About the song: It is a love song about someone wanting to see that special person again. The track is full of energy focused on the 80’s style creating deep lyrics and not just a generic electro song. My goal is to bring back the old decade to our new era. This is just the first single of many I have prepared and worked in the studio following this route. I want to create something different based on bright colors and effects combined with cool music.
Social Media: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/molina.official/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/molinaofficial/Twitter: https://twitter.com/djmolina_Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCb8CiAnNhMc_-elfaTRFu_w

                    
                
            

            
                
                
awesomesthesia:
Molina - Get Lost (feat. Amaro)
About the song: It is a love song about someone wanting to see that special person again....

                
            
            
        

    

    

        
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        awesomesthesia:
Molina - Get Lost (feat. Amaro)
About the song: It is a love song about someone wanting to see that special person again. The track is full of energy focused on the 80’s style creating deep lyrics and not just a generic electro song. My goal is to bring back the old decade to our new era. This is just the first single of many I have prepared and worked in the studio following this route. I want to create something different based on bright colors and effects combined with cool music.
Social Media: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/molina.official/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/molinaofficial/Twitter: https://twitter.com/djmolina_Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCb8CiAnNhMc_-elfaTRFu_w
: awesomesthesia:
Molina - Get Lost (feat. Amaro)
About the song: It is a love song about someone wanting to see that special person again. The track is full of energy focused on the 80’s style creating deep lyrics and not just a generic electro song. My goal is to bring back the old decade to our new era. This is just the first single of many I have prepared and worked in the studio following this route. I want to create something different based on bright colors and effects combined with cool music.
Social Media: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/molina.official/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/molinaofficial/Twitter: https://twitter.com/djmolina_Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCb8CiAnNhMc_-elfaTRFu_w

        

            
            

                
                
                    awesomesthesia:
Molina - Get Lost (feat. Amaro)
About the song: It is a love song about someone wanting to see that special person again. The track is full of energy focused on the 80’s style creating deep lyrics and not just a generic electro song. My goal is to bring back the old decade to our new era. This is just the first single of many I have prepared and worked in the studio following this route. I want to create something different based on bright colors and effects combined with cool music.
Social Media: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/molina.official/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/molinaofficial/Twitter: https://twitter.com/djmolina_Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCb8CiAnNhMc_-elfaTRFu_w
: awesomesthesia:
Molina - Get Lost (feat. Amaro)
About the song: It is a love song about someone wanting to see that special person again. The track is full of energy focused on the 80’s style creating deep lyrics and not just a generic electro song. My goal is to bring back the old decade to our new era. This is just the first single of many I have prepared and worked in the studio following this route. I want to create something different based on bright colors and effects combined with cool music.
Social Media: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/molina.official/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/molinaofficial/Twitter: https://twitter.com/djmolina_Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCb8CiAnNhMc_-elfaTRFu_w

                    
                
            

            
                
                
awesomesthesia:
Molina - Get Lost (feat. Amaro)
About the song: It is a love song about someone wanting to see that special person again....

                
            
            
        

    

    

        
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        awesomesthesia:
Molina - Get Lost (feat. Amaro)
About the song: It is a love song about someone wanting to see that special person again. The track is full of energy focused on the 80’s style creating deep lyrics and not just a generic electro song. My goal is to bring back the old decade to our new era. This is just the first single of many I have prepared and worked in the studio following this route. I want to create something different based on bright colors and effects combined with cool music.
Social Media: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/molina.official/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/molinaofficial/Twitter: https://twitter.com/djmolina_Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCb8CiAnNhMc_-elfaTRFu_w
: awesomesthesia:
Molina - Get Lost (feat. Amaro)
About the song: It is a love song about someone wanting to see that special person again. The track is full of energy focused on the 80’s style creating deep lyrics and not just a generic electro song. My goal is to bring back the old decade to our new era. This is just the first single of many I have prepared and worked in the studio following this route. I want to create something different based on bright colors and effects combined with cool music.
Social Media: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/molina.official/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/molinaofficial/Twitter: https://twitter.com/djmolina_Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCb8CiAnNhMc_-elfaTRFu_w

        

            
            

                
                
                    awesomesthesia:
Molina - Get Lost (feat. Amaro)
About the song: It is a love song about someone wanting to see that special person again. The track is full of energy focused on the 80’s style creating deep lyrics and not just a generic electro song. My goal is to bring back the old decade to our new era. This is just the first single of many I have prepared and worked in the studio following this route. I want to create something different based on bright colors and effects combined with cool music.
Social Media: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/molina.official/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/molinaofficial/Twitter: https://twitter.com/djmolina_Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCb8CiAnNhMc_-elfaTRFu_w
: awesomesthesia:
Molina - Get Lost (feat. Amaro)
About the song: It is a love song about someone wanting to see that special person again. The track is full of energy focused on the 80’s style creating deep lyrics and not just a generic electro song. My goal is to bring back the old decade to our new era. This is just the first single of many I have prepared and worked in the studio following this route. I want to create something different based on bright colors and effects combined with cool music.
Social Media: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/molina.official/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/molinaofficial/Twitter: https://twitter.com/djmolina_Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCb8CiAnNhMc_-elfaTRFu_w

                    
                
            

            
                
                
awesomesthesia:
Molina - Get Lost (feat. Amaro)
About the song: It is a love song about someone wanting to see that special person again....

                
            
            
        

    

    

        
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