#A Boat To Drown In

[tirednapentity]

I see you, canon scene where nya comforts Cole after he turns into a ghost and I raise you nya helping Cole get comfortable around water again when he turns human

[hussyknee]

Pitchbot Hall of Fame tweet 💀💀

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[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was in a boat with a bunch of people and also Onision and he blew up the boat and I almost drowned.

@strange-aeons saved me.

[iloveacronix]

noodle doodle

Just wait till the part where Rose says she would never let go of Jack and then that is EXACTLY what she does💀

@yourlocalkitkat

[angelwingtrap]

Victarion being pleased with his big meaty brain for coming up with religionmaxxing (sacrificing to nine gods at the same time) is a great time to reflect on how Victarion is the second most normal son of Quellon Greyjoy.

[cajolions]

Fisherwomann i looove uuuu!

[hl-obsessed]

in relation to boat meme and Zayn's pic

@statementlou tags

[tennessoui]

https://www.tumblr.com/willowcrowned/753125073710415872?source=share

My perception of wine is forever tainted

(post of wine and rock licking pairing guide)

i suddenly cannot remember if i ever gave anakin a major in the wine party au - could he be a geologist?? i love the idea of anakin bringing literal rocks to a fancy wine party night just so that all of obi-wan's snobby friends have to lick them.

he thinks he's won, but obi-wan, the asshole, has been studying up on geology ever since he found out that anakin was studying the subject, so he takes a very delicate lick of his fucking. slate rock and he's like 'actually i think a limestone would taste better with this riesling because of the undertone of brightness and freshness that the rock has.'

and anakin has to sit there through obi-wan's fucking stupid pink tongue flicking over the rock and then his stupid KNOWLEDGE of ROCKS and WINE and it takes him like 2 whole bouts of sex before he's like 'wait were you studying up on wine to impress me????'

and obi-wan has to think of a cover real fast

thankfully rocks and soil actually really do affect grapes grown for wine. so he has an excuse. even though the truth is he has never cared more about geology than since anakin entered his life <3

[eloquentsisyphianturmoil]

Teleri: oh so you need our help because you’re exiled and anarchic

Teleri: like shit

The active possibility of Teler mariners ferrying the Noldor and returning with the swan ships to Alqualonde:

Teleri: like shit

Later:

Teleri: oh damn those fuckers are on our boats. Let’s kill them

[mariacallous]

Save me, sitting by the waterfront

[savvylittlecoxswain]

This is some Bobby Moch-type shit fr:

Well we were doing a boat race style event, high school rowing (8+). So I was in the bow seat and things we were all pretty invested in this race-none more so than the Cox. We complete the heads race for placing a in the final (boat race style long 5k with corners n stuff) and after we cross the line everyone is pretty exhausted, then out of the blue I see the stroke in the water clutching our little cox. Turns out he'd passed out just after we'd crossed the line and we hadn't noticed until he straight up fell out the boat. Good times

[ichthyorelationships]

an idea i invite anyone else to write about / run with lol....

the premise that The Change gets all messed up for alberto, say it's something that can happen from stress, &/or happens rarely and you just have to wait for it to resolve itself....used as some parallel to struggling through some emotional turbulence / upheaval / questioning / Realizing Things, etc etc

[sage-nebula]

Maybe Tails' parents were fishermen.

Maybe they lived in the fox village on West Side Island, in a little cottage close to the beach, but maybe they were gone for weeks at a time because they needed to catch a big enough haul to supply the village with. It was a simple enough life, but a good one. The villagers appreciated the Prowers. They provided an essential service that helped keep the village running. Everyone had a role to play, and this was theirs, since no one could come up with the fishing tools and equipment that Ms Prower invented. The other villagers all swore that surely, she must've been a genius.

When Ms Prower gave birth to baby Prower, well—no one said anything within earshot of the little family, but the baby was born with an extra tail, and that . . . that was just strange. No one had ever seen anything like it before. Of course, the Prowers loved their new baby boy—they named him Miles—and the villagers were polite enough in person. There was no reason to offend those who provided such a large share of the village's food. But they were unsettled looking at the extra appendage. It wasn't natural. It wasn't normal. And even Ms Prower, for all her brilliance, couldn't say why it happened.

"Genetics are a mysterious thing," she said when asked.

The Prower parents always took little Miles with them on their fishing trips, because he was too young to be left home alone. Maybe on one such trip, when Miles was 2 and a half, a bad storm broke out while they were at sea. It came upon them much faster than Ms Prower's radars had predicted it would. All three Prowers donned life jackets. And when lightning struck their boat and lit the wood aflame, and the boat itself capsized into the raging sea, the Prower parents hoped it would be enough.

Miles does not remember any of this. Even right after it happens, when he wakes up on the shore of West Side Island despite it having been too far away to see when his family was on their boat, he doesn't know how he got there or why he's wearing his life vest when he already knows how to swim. He doesn't know where his parents are, either; he calls for them with a raw voice, calling for his Mommy and his Daddy, but no one answers. He's alone.

And so Miles returns to the village, alone. No fish. No parents. The other adults ask him where his parents are. He doesn't know, and starts to cry. His very presence makes them uncomfortable, and crying makes it worse, so they shoo him to his family's cottage. "Wait there for your parents to come back," the villagers say.

But his parents never do.

No one knows what to make of it. Maybe his parents were secretly as unnerved by their mutant son as the rest of the village and so cut and run, some speculate. Maybe this was a curse from the gods and his parents were struck down for giving birth to an abomination, others guess. Maybe the boy is actually a demon and he killed his parents and the rest of the village are next, still more contribute. That last theory comes from the other children, since none of the adults think a toddler capable of killing both his parents. The children are also not as good at whispering their theories out of Miles' earshot, but he hears what the adults think, too.

Miles doesn't know what happened to his parents. He misses them terribly. He misses them when he has to tuck himself in at night, and when he's hungry but his pantry at home is empty and the villagers half-heartedly push him toward fruit trees in the forest because, having lost their fish suppliers, there just isn't enough food to go around. He misses how his Daddy would hold him high in the air and carry him around, telling him he was flying. He misses when his Mommy would sit him on her lap as she explained to him what different tools were, and how they were used, and you turn the wrench this way to tighten the bolt and this other way to loosen it. Righty-tighty, lefty-loosey. He said that over and over again for weeks after she taught him. It was just so fun to say.

Miles misses his parents. He hopes they'll come back from wherever they've gone. He hopes he isn't the reason why they left. If he is, he's sorry for whatever he did. If they come back, he'll make sure he apologizes, and eats all his vegetables and fruits without complaint and goes to bed at bedtime with no fuss. He promises.

But they never come back. Other villagers learn to fish and pick up the slack. They took what remained of Ms Prower's fishing equipment from Miles' house, acting like he wasn't even there when they did so.

Over time, Miles' memories of his parents grow fuzzier. He barely knew them, after all. And too soon, he's lived just as much of his life without them as he did with them.

But even after he meets a blue hedgehog who becomes his big brother and nicknames him Tails, and leaves West Side Island in the rearview mirror, two things always stick with him:

One, his favorite kind of meat is almost any kind of saltwater fish, but especially mackerel.

And two, thunder and lightning fills him with bone-deep terror, and a sense of loss so great he feels as if he himself might drown of it.

[zincbot]

don't tell anyone but i turned on reduced frights for echoes of the eye

[kurthummeldeservesbetter]

Taskmaster Meme/Tier Dump

[july-19th-club]

im stuck already omg ive explored every available part of town that's not blocked off by weird streets or dead ends or busted bridges or just trucks everywhere . and i can't get a room for the night bc i owe the hotel a hundred and thirty bucks and i only have four dollars (all of which i found on the street) and nobody will help me get the body off the tree and my tasks are piling up and my only explorable avenue right now is to fistfight a giant who will kill me. and kim doesnt help he just stands there with his hip popped like the competent judger he is