#Sink or Swim

[eddiestightywhities]

“I had him, I swear, I—I kept him safe.”

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Sink or Swim (Su Friedrich, 1990)

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Original from here

Sink or Swim EP

[lavoixhumaine]

are we gonna sink or swim? / tide's getting high, and we might go under

thinking we should jump right in / 'cause if we don't now, then we'll always wonder

feeling like a drop in the ocean / these days I've been swimming through a mix of emotions

but hey / even if the sun burns out, stars falls down i’ma be there with you

even when our heads get loud thinking about are we gon' make it through

tell me, are we gonna sink or swim? / tide's getting high, yeah, we might go under

thinking we should jump right in ‘cause if we don't now, then we'll always wonder

jumping right in, yeah, we jumping right in, oh / are we gonna sink or swim?

tide’s getting high and we might go under

are we gonna, are we gonna, are we gonna sink or swim?

( one republic, sink or swim )

[ilov3burnaboy]

black girls at the beach 🏝️👙

[disasterbuck]

impossible never has stopped you before

A poem about Buck during the Tsunami Arc. 788 words

You jump in the water, forgetting to breathe, and you don't even feel getting hit by debris. The ocean is violent, it's spinning you round, and you know that you're screaming but can't hear a sound. You're desperate and careless, ignoring the risks; the more time that passes the more you feel sick. You search and you search as the wave goes back out and you've never in your whole life been more devout.

read in full on ao3

[inbabylontheywept]

An Honorary Troll

Breaker paused a moment, taking in the sight of the mage in front of him. The robes, the beard, the aloof expression - those were all typical.

The staff was not.

“You cast with that?” he asked, half impressed.

The mage swung the thing off his shoulders overhand and planted its blade into the dirt. It was the first truly threatening staff Breaker had ever seen. The blade on its end was almost as long as the haft itself, counterbalanced at the end by a polished lump of amber larger than a goose's egg. The damn thing looked more like a polearm than a casting aid.

Breaker waited a few moments to see if the human was going to respond to his question. He didn’t. Part of him, the proud part, was happy to finally be taken seriously. The smart part of him suspected he was going to miss the advantage of being underestimated.

Breaker unslung his massive warhammer from his shoulders, its half-slowed fall still weighty enough to be felt through the mages thick work boots, loud enough to be felt in both of their chests.

Then he blitzed the length of the bridge.

The mage’s eyes widened, his wizened hands beginning to twitch out a ward. Breaker knew there wasn’t time. The gap was too short. He was already beginning his overhead swing of the hammer, half falling, the full power of his speed, strength, and weight poured into one crushing blow. He knew that the secret to hitting a mage was giving them everything you had, as hard as possible, as fast as possible, as close as possible. The more time they had to think and react, the more dangerous they’d become, and the more time he had needed to chase and smash, the more tired he’d get. Thank the Gods this was gonna work. Extended fights were-

The wizard grinned.

A spell went off. Not a ward. Simpler. A small jet of flame shot out of the amber orb, rotating the blade to vertical in a fraction of a second. The wizard half relaxed as he planted the staff in the gravel, looking forward like a huntsman versus a charging boar.

Breaker knew he couldn’t slow down. He couldn’t dodge. The one mercy he could see was that the tip was aimed at his chest, not his gut. He’d rather choke on blood than rot from the inside. He closed his eyes before impact, not wanting to see the blade sink into him.

It didn’t.

He heard the crunch of gravel give way to the crunch of his nose as the mage threw a haymaker into his sidestep, staff moved helpfully to the side. He was half glad for the blow because it helped him get his center of balance back under him again. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to get a blow in with the hammer again, it needed too much time to build momentum, but he still turned to face the wizard, every instinct insisting that he couldn’t take his eyes off the little man for more than a moment.

He turned out to be right. If he’d turned his head half as fast he wouldn’t have had enough time to dodge the cudgel end of the staff, swung like a bat at the back of his skull. If he hadn’t been outmaneuvered at every step of this fight, he’d have assumed that swinging from the direction his bad eye was on was just luck. The fact that he knew it was intentional implied that his opponent had a level of martial expertise that even most knights lacked.

With no space to use the hammer, he used the next best weapon in his arsenal: His body. His leg snapped out hard, his massive height letting him connect the blow easily with the old man’s chest. He felt something give, and watched with some small satisfaction as the human went bouncing down the bridge’s center path

Well, he didn’t need an invitation.

He couldn’t move quite as the fast as he’d launched the mage away, but it was a close thing. The pause gave him time to get the momentum he needed to swing the hammer. He felt like an ox behind a cart, the weight behind building into something unblockable, undodgeable, un-

Unbelievable.

The little man ended his tumble on all fours, splayed like a tree frog. The hammer was already bearing down on him, too late in the swing for Breaker to change course, even as he watched the final twitch that signaled a ward was cast. The hammer slammed into the mages hunched back harmlessly, the force of the blow charging the ward like a magical battery. The maniacal grin the little man had worn ever since that first blitz widened half a step further, silver molars on full display, and then-

He flew. Rather than directing the force into some sort of attack, rather than buying himself time and space, the two classical friends of all mages, the little bastard directed all of his stored up energy downwards. The blast launched him up, bringing him from all fours at shin height to eye level in a fraction of a second. He probably would’ve headed up another six or seven feet if he hadn’t grabbed ahold of Breaker’s left horn. His upward momentum swung him full circle around it, his journey ending abruptly as he drove the armored soles of both of his decidedly un-wizardly boots into the back of Breaker’s skull.

If Breaker had been an ogre, or a nightkin, or even a giant, he’d have been out cold. But Breaker was a full-blooded troll, and the horns on his head weren’t just for ornamentation. If he charged a brick wall there was a coin flips chance he’d be the winner. The boots never stood a chance.

The wizard managed to get two more vicious, if slightly panicked kicks in before Breaker’s fists managed to catch up. They grabbed him by the collar of his coarse green robe and yanked him forward, over his shoulder. The old man looked slightly sheepish, dangling from the inhumanely large hands of his opponent.

Breaker cut to the chase.

“You could’ve killed me on the first charge.”

The mage nodded. There wasn’t a whole lot else he could do. His robes were caught so tightly in the troll’s grasp that they acted like a straitjacket.

“Why didn’t you?”

The wizard went for earnestness. He’d been told it was his saving grace.

“You did not deserve death. This is your bridge. I just could not afford the toll.”

The robe tightened further as the troll’s fist clenched.

“Do you wish that you killed me when you had the chance?”

The wizard snorted.

“Murder you, for the price of a goat? No. If I could make a wish, I’d wish I could swim.”

The troll let go with one fist, its thumb trailing back to its mouth. A large, sharp tooth clamped down on the meaty pad of the digit, drawing a thick bead of green blood. The wizard’s confusion blossomed into disgust as the ichor was smeared from his forehead to his chin.

“The fuck-”

His curse was interrupted by the troll.

“I have decided to make you kin. And my first gift to you, great kin, is to grant you your wish.”

The second fist, the one still gripping the front of the wizard’s robes, flung itself forward. The wizard barely had a moment to curse before plummeting into the water below.

Several seconds passed.

Breaker waited.

The wizard arose, sputtering, from the depths. He turned, trembling from the cold, the rage, and the sheer disbelief of what he was experiencing.

“It’s four feet deep.”

Breaker nodded.

“Yes.”

It was almost heartwarming, the way the wizard laughed as he began wading his way towards the far shore. Breaker’s hands gingerly roamed over the goose eggs growing from the back of his head, larger than his own horns had been when he’d passed the trials of manhood.

If nobody gave you headaches like kin, that little man was troll enough for a small army.

[hornedatlas-x3]

[most-ment]

Sink or swim

My current friendships are shallow;

above the surface, 

easy to see and understand, 

easy to leave when things get hard,

easy not to get attached

…for some of us.

 ~

For me though, 

it’s too easy to imagine forever after a day of laughter, 

to imagine years after minutes of sharing fears, 

to imagine eternity with people that hardly know me. 

My current friendships are shallow, 

but I’m in the deepest parts, 

ready sink or swim, ready to jeopardise my heart.                                 

~~~

Note: Hey loved, dw i'm not dead Alhamdulilahi. Wanted to share this little poem about a type of love that isn't written about enough, the love within friendships. Hopefully you guys enjoy it, byee!

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[twinki3zs]

Luca pacing because all the things Alberto taught him about the surface weren’t true: “For all I know, he could be Batman!”

Giulia in her mom’s kitchen with Luca sipping a shot size of coffee: “He is not Batman.”

Alberto back in Portorroso wearing a black mask made out of paper: “I’m Batman.”

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Sink or Swim (Su Friedrich, 1990)

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[emiliamildner]

"Oh, no, pretty girl. No need for tears. Don't you worry, sweetheart. Everything is going to be fine. You just wait. I'll bring down the moon and hang it around your neck if that's what you want." ~ Sink or Swim by D.J. Russo

This is just a particularly polished sketch so it's probably not very accurate but I had fun reading this so I had to draw something

Listen, you can't write a book with a tall (and I mean tall) monster lady and a guy who's into it, and expect me to not read it. The height difference being in her favour is so refreshing, I love it.

Also this is the way I found out alligators eat marshmallows.

”Pretty girl" inspired by Sink or Swim by D.J. Russo

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