#captain talks

[the-eyeless-watcher]

Do you ever just

*THINKS ABOUT JAY FERIN*

*THINKS ABOUT JAY FERIN*

*THINKS ABOUT JAY FERIN*

*THINKS ABOUT JAY FERIN*

*THINKS ABOUT JAY FERIN*

*THINKS ABOUT JAY FERIN*

*THINKS ABOUT JAY FERIN*

Sigh. yeah, me too

[captain-watercress]

Of course Mark S. chose Helly. But more than that, he chose all the innies. He chose himself. He chose to live. For however long he has, he’s choosing to embrace his own agency.

Mark Scout would choose Gemma. But Mark S. doesn’t have that allegiance. He did what he said he would and he got her out, because no one should be a prisoner. Mark S. knows that.

It was heartbreaking to watch Gemma calling for Mark through the door, but that wasn’t her husband. While watching this show I’ve tried to maintain the belief that innies and outies are the same people, but are we not shaped by our experiences? Can you blame Mark S. for fighting for the only life he’s ever known?

[captain-watercress]

I lost my nearly 15 year old dog last month. I had him since I was a young kid, and it just rocked me. I thought I was prepared, you see these things coming when your pets get to be a certain age, but it hurt so much more than I thought.

I found myself thinking “It’s inconsiderate/ridiculous to compare this to the grief of losing a human family member” but that’s not what I felt. This is one of the biggest griefs I’ve gone through in my life. My boss actually lost her aunt that same weekend, and when she and I talked about it, she didn’t diminish my feelings. I was actually given bereavement time for my dog, which I had not been expecting. Unfortunately, this is not the norm in most places.

Pets are family. And Diesel, I miss you buddy.

[annie-in-the-real-world]

You’ve heard of Manhandle Him Monday, Touch His Tit Tuesday, Wet Man Wednesday….now get ready for…

Slap His Ass Saturday

[danibee33]

how I picture price’s body😩

[metallictastinglifesupportliquid]

Price, texting: Can you come collect your freak of a boyfriend please Price: He's doing things Y/N: No I set him loose on purpose Y/N: He needs enrichment

[captain-arsonist]

this is tempting me into getting xianyun next time she runs so i can build razor...

auntie xianyun joined the party!

I was super excited to try her out in a comp with razor, and I was right, the plunging damage is *chef's kiss*

[fulcrums501st]

people are always mad about Steve’s endgame ending cuz he left Bucky. I’m mad about it cuz Steve literally already had visited Peggy, asked her about her life, and was happy for her when she said she lived a good life. Now he selfishly undos the happy life she loved with time travel, THAT is more ooc to me. Plus, it erases Agent Carter from canon. And I fucking love Agent Carter.

[korraofthereef]

Bro kept talking about how the 6 other super soldiers were the strongest people to ever exist (stronger than him) but he literally just takes one down using one fist and 3 hits

[the-eyeless-watcher]

THINKING ABOUT BITB THINKING ABOUT BITB THINKING ABOUT BITB THINKING ABOUT BITB THINKING ABOUT BITB

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[captain-watercress]

I’m from Canada, and I went to South Korea this past summer. Seeing trash pandas raccoons in an enclosure with ENRICHMENT toys was insane to me. I see raccoons out and about at home all the time! I’m pretty sure one lives in my garbage can!

But that’s my experience as someone from North America. To people who’ve never seen raccoons before (and I did see a large group of people crowded around the raccoon enclosure), this is a new and exciting experience.

There’s something magical about that.

Sometimes I see some variety of North American Little Guy (opossum, raccoon, etc. ) and I’m like “okay”

BUT THEN I start thinking about how excited somebody from not-North-America would be to see this Guy. Like, would an Australian be excited to see the only marsupial not from their country? Are there raccoons in zoos on the other side of the world that are regarded as unique and exotic creatures? Idk but it’s made me more excited to see Guys in my area.

[captain-watercress]

Me: so what would you do if an evil king had trapped me in a deal to marry him because I had tried to trick him and then as punishment he killed everyone I loved or he would never let me return to my body that he had hidden somewhere in his castle that is only visible in its true form on full moons?

My partner: what the fuck is happening in the book you’re reading right now?

[abusivegymrat]

Imagine your best friend is fucking price and you fuck ghost

Next morning, you see the massive bruise on her thigh and say to price

“Damn gramps chill out ain’t nobody taking her away from you”

And she shots back by commenting about the massive bruise on your ass cheeks peeking deliciously from the cotton panties you wear, which goes up and down in every direction “bitch your man ran over you with a truck the fuck are you on about”

You two cackle and expose each other as the two men side eye each other awkwardly like: 🫤😦😬

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[dark-elf-writes]

God but the final breach of decorum right before everything goes to hell.

He’s Ody. Not Captain. Not the king. His is a friend and brother. Even after betrayal after betrayal on both sides. Even with the blood of hundreds on both of their hands. Both of them are pleading for the other to understand.

And in the end it doesn’t matter.

[captain-watercress]

Isabelle’s cries reverberated through the village for three straight nights, starving the townsfolk of rest. Her husband, Stephen, could be found pacing outside their home, entering for brief periods when the doctor allowed.

Bets had started to take place among the neighbours about the likelihood of the child’s—and Isabelle’s—survival.

Finally, just before the break of dawn on what would have been the fourth day of labouring, Isabelle gave birth. A relief to everyone, save for those in the room, when it happened. For this was no normal babe. Ten fingers, yes. Ten toes, of course. Big eyes, button nose, and a wisp of dark hair atop the head. But the child did not cry. The wail of a newborn was never heard in the house of Stephen and Isabelle. Not a gasp, nor a tear.

The doctor was prepared to announce the baby dead, but upon closer inspection, the baby’s chest, sure enough, rose and fell. The child lived. The doctor, confused but satisfied, cut the cord and handed the baby to the nursemaid to be washed.

No sooner than the baby entered the basin of water that the nursemaid shrieked. An absolutely ungodly sound. Stephen barged toward her with the intent to scold. “Do you know how to do your job, woman? Have you never seen a brand new baby, before?” Stephen, of course, had never seen a brand new baby before, but that did not stop him from berating the poor woman. Stumbling over her tongue, the nursemaid simply held the baby up to Stephen, presenting the back of the newborn to the new father.

Stephen went silent, and Isabelle, who had not yet even held her baby, demanded to know what was happening. Several long seconds passed in which no one spoke. Isabelle, again, demanded an answer. The doctor fell to his knees and started to pray.

Isabelle, belly still round, body swollen and sore, started to push herself to her feet. Stephen held out a hand to stop her, but his will was weak, and Isabelle stood and walked carefully to the wash basin, the nursemaid, and her newborn. When she saw what was on the babe’s back, she stumbled, and Stephen caught her in his arms.

A mark, as if drawn in ink, sprawled over the newborn’s back, from the tailbone to the nape of the neck. Isabelle had never seen anything like it. No one had. A cold dread passed through the body of the new mother, and she knew that something dark lived within her child. Something she could not love.

“It’s dead,” Isabelle said, finally breaking the silence.

“Isabelle?” Stephen asked. “The child lives, it-”

“It’s dead,” Isabelle repeated. “It was born dead. I birthed a corpse. You saw it. The nursemaid saw it. The doctor saw it.” Isabelle looked around the room, and no one spoke against her. “We have suffered a tragic, but not unheard of, loss.”

Isabelle pulled the sheet from her bed, wet with blood and other bodily fluids. She snatched the newborn from the shaking hands of the nursemaid, and wrapped the tiny body in the thin blanket. The baby squirmed, and Isabelle shoved the bundle into the arms of her husband. “Get rid of it. No one must see this creature.”

Stunned, and afraid, Stephen nodded. He fled the house in the still dark morning, and ran until he reached the ravine. Stephen looked around, unsure. His mind had not caught up with the reality of the situation. Fearing what might happen when it did, Stephen looked once more at his newborn child. He pulled the blanket tighter over the baby’s face, and threw it into the rushing water. He turned his back, and raced against the first rays of dawn to his home.

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*might finish this later, but please, for now, enjoy the prologue to this very intriguing writing prompt*

a curse mark was found on a newborn’s back, the parents, afraid and disgusted by it, threw it into a ravine, only to get caught by creatures of the night, taught to survive and thrive at their hands, now, years later, a mysterious stranger turns up to the village.

[fluffyartbl0g]

Yea I was having terminal sanuso brainrot so I had to do something about it (completely separate matter from stardew sanuso). They're watching the ship together while everyone else is off adventuring <3