#halyn

[hauntedollart]

Little oc drawing 🫶

Set after Halyn passes 50% of her curse onto X to save her when she gets impaled (after 9 years earlier getting passed 50% of X and Rin’s respective curses to save her at her execution), and finally regains her memory. With being Aja’s savior after freeing her (long blue hair), the frequent babysitter of Aleena (blonde), the trusted ally to Rin (purple hair), and the adoptive mother to Nina (split dye hair), seeing her get her memories back is a very emotional moment <33 This whole plotline where Halyn gets turned into a demon (and then only half of one) started off an au but idk man I’ve gotten very attached to it LOL

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[narizentupidocartazes]

[2021] 14 de Maio | Fim de Emissão#02 | Halyne | Opus Pistorum | Floresta Oblíqua | Joana Pinho Neves [filme] | Desterro - Lisboa

Cartaz [João Fonte Santa]

[secretspiritmoodboards]

Positivity(?) for The ship between OCs Ill Anderson and Swift Horse @evilmcdonaldland ^^

So firstly, all you had to say was toxic demon old man yaoi to me, that's such a perfect description of this. And what a great one too.

The best part of it is not knowing which one would be the better dominating force. On one hand, Ill like you said is homophobic, racist, an abuser, and a demonic entity.

He could easily use these things and become the worst thing in Swift Horse's life, along with the dubcon and toxic relationship they'd have. Swift Horse, having not been in many relationships, would be hesitant enough to not know if this is what love was even about, in the romantic sense.

On the other hand, Swift Horse can, and should stand up against Ill. Even if he doesn't have a heart to eat, he's sure got other things that he can have held against him. Hell, his treatment of Halyn is enough for Swift Horse to get revenge.

I love an equally toxic duo that somehow finds each other and has an even more toxic relationship. It is so hard to find in media.

Along with their personalities, races, and temperments clashing, how they both treat Stark is incredibly tug-of-war. Swift Horse wants to be a true uncle to him, to treat him well, demon or not. I only imagine Ill would make his life a living hell if given the opportunity. More fights ensue, more hatred and revenge, based on what happens.

Even still, if they're in a twisted sort of 'relationship', what does this mean for Stark? To see two men so important in his life in such different ways, yet they still somehow gravitate towards each other.

Ugh, this is just such good ideas, and I continue to love the dynamics, horrible or not. -Spirit

[orcinus-veterinarius]

Age at death of SeaWorld's captive orcas: By the decade

Here's a very quick look at the age of death of SeaWorld's killer whales over the past four decades. I chose the 80s to begin because that is when their breeding program began, which they have relied on exclusively to keep their population going since wild captures ended in the 70s. Please note that I'm excluding spontaneous abortions and stillbirths, as failed pregnancies can occur for an astronomical number of reasons and we simply don't know the rate at which they occur in the wild. I am including whales under one year of age on the list below as long as they were born alive, but am leaving them out of the average as is typical in aging studies due to neonates' much higher death rate. All animals included died at one of SeaWorld's three parks, although they did not necessarily spend their entire time in managed care there.

1980-1989

Canuck 2 (M, wild born) - 6 years

Ramu (M, wild born) - 19 years

Baby Shamu 2 (F, captive born) - 12 days

Winston (M, wild born) - 19 years

Kona 2 (F, wild born) - 12 years

Orky 2 (M, wild born) - 26 years

Kandu 5 (F, wild born) - 14 years

1990-1999

Nootka (F, wild born) - 24 years

Kanduke (M, wild born) - approx. 22 years

Kahana (F, wild born) - 13 years

Kenau (F, wild born) - 15 years

Samoa (F, wild born) - 11 years

Nootka 4 (F, wild born) - 15 years

Kotar (M, wild born) - 17 years

Gundrun (F, wild born) - 20 years

Nyar (F, captive born) - 2 years

Katerina (F, captive born) - 10 years

2000-2009

Bjossa (F, wild born) - 24 years

Haida 2 (F, wild born) - 20 years

Winnie (F, wild born) - 25 years

Splash (M, captive born*) - 15 years

Taku (M, captive born) - 14 years

Halyn (F, captive born) - 2 years

*Splash was born at Marineland Canada, not a SeaWorld park

2010-2019

Taima (F, captive born) - 20 years

Sumar (M, captive born) - 12 years

Kalina (F, captive born) - 25 years

Unna (F, captive born) - 18 years

Tilikum (M, wild born) - 35 years

Kyara (F, captive born) - 3 months

Kasatka (F, wild born) - 40 years

Kayla (F, captive born) - 30 years

2020-present

Amaya (F, captive born) - 6 years

Nakai (M, captive born) - 20 years

The average life expectancy of wild orcas is 30 years for males and 50 years for females. It's often stated by activists that SeaWorld's whales usually die when they're under 20, which as you can see above, was undeniably correct. But with each passing year comes great advances in healthcare and husbandry, something that's true of not only orcas but all zoological species. And with that, the life expectancy of orcas in human care has increased, trending toward the expected life span.

1980s

Average age at death, wild born males: 17.5 years

Average age at death, wild born females: 13 years

1990s

Average age at death, wild born males: 19.5 years

Average age at death, wild born females: 16 years

Average age at death, captive born males: No deaths

Average age at death, captive born females: 6 years

2000s

Average age at death, wild born males: No deaths

Average age at death, wild born females: 23 years

Average age at death, captive born males: 14.5 years

Average age at death, captive born females: 2 years (1 death)

2010s

Average age at death, wild born males: 35 years (1 death)

Average age at death, wild born females: 40 years (1 death)

Average age at death, captive born males: 12 years (1 death)

Average age at death, captive born females: 23 years

Are these ages where they should be? No. But you can't deny that it's trending the correct way, particularly over the past 15 or so years. Don’t believe me? SeaWorld currently still owns 18 whales, the oldest of which are:

Ulises, oldest living wild born male: 45 years

Corky 2, oldest living wild born female: 58 years

Kyuquot, oldest living captive born male: 31 years

Orkid, oldest living captive born female: 34 years

[perryseity]

I've started a new project, which I'm trying to run onnn toyhouse so we'll see how that will go! it's a fake gacha and these are the two main characters, verdandi and halyn.

i kind of doubt (?) that any of my followers use toyhouse for that sort of thing, but in case you do and are interested, here's the link to it!

[ask-de-writer]

SEE STORY (Part 3 of 5) A tale from the World of Sea

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Sea is a colony assumed lost somewhat over a thousand years before this tale opens.  They were sent on a one way trip, not knowing that there was no land at all on the whole world of Sea.  Thus, aside from humans, NO CREATURE OF SEA IS IN ANY WAY ITS NAMESAKE.  They were simply named for a superficial resemblance to some Earthly creature by the early colonists.

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Barad looked like he had bit into a spoiled seaweed salad.  “I expected as much.  The Grandalor has many resources that could be placed at your disposal to further your business, but only if we know what it is that we are getting into.  If your crew will allow it, we may be of assistance.”

“I can speak to them.  I will. Do not expect too much though, the Grandalor does not have the proper nets for our work.  Also, I know that my crew is aware of the Grandalor’s reputation.”

“What do you mean by that?” demanded Barad with some heat.

“In the Gatherings they say it is preferable to deal with a Strong Skin than the Grandalor … and the Strong Skin will eat you alive.”

“Well,” said Barad sourly, “what net might it be that we do not have?”

“A bottom dragger.  Yours was fouled and lost, trying for crabs, two weeks ago, or so I heard.  Am I wrong?”

Thunderstruck, Barad replied, “How could you know that?  We have had no contact with any ship since before we lost it!”

“That too, I fear, is ship’s business,” said Mord levelly.

“I see that we can probably not help you with your business,” said Barad ingratiatingly, “but there is one more matter.  Your Luck.  She will have to marry off your ship soon.  The Grandalor could offer you a very good match.  In exchange, we could offer a bride with almost any skill that you could want.”

The cabin door opened and Cat, with eyes downcast from the visiting Captain, carried in a tray set with precious minced crab and lobster rolls, steamed fish cakes and a carafe of pure, distilled water.  

“Mord, who is your lovely cabin lady?  She is clearly near to marriageable age.  She could do far worse than to be placed on the Grandalor.  I have need of capable servants.”

Stiffly, Mord replied, “Cat is my sister by adoption.  We call her the Sea’s Gift. Captain Barad Maks, meet Cat.  Cat, this is Captain Barad Maks  … ”

In a voice that, though clear, reminded one of the seawater rushing around the bows of a ship, Cat interrupted, “Of the Grandalor, I know.  Trade agreements and other ship’s business he keeps secret from his crew, for his own enrichment.  Advice he neither seeks nor takes.  He has condoned second-rate repairs to the hull after grounding on a reef recently.   He has allowed the Grandalor’s bottom to get more foul than it should be.  I do not trust him,” She turned to face Barad eyes fully open.

Barad recoiled.  “By the Dragons!  She is blind!  Why do you keep such a useless one?  Pity?”  He sat again.  “Captain Mord Halyn, she must be punished!  She spoke ill of my Captaincy!  No crew person may leave off their Captain’s title, by which she has insulted you, too.”

“Captain Barad Maks, I have no authority to discipline her for speaking truth, and as to my title, Cat is my sister.  She does as she wills, and if we are wise, we allow it.”

“There is another thing!  I know her true name!  You have named her for a Dragon.  If you do not rename her you face grave peril.”

“WE did not name her.  Custom and Law left us no choice.  Why do you think that she has never been enrolled as a part of the crew?”

“This blind thing is the famous Luck of the Longin?  A helpless, sightless thing that needs to be nurse-maided every minute of its life?  I have clearly come to the wrong ship.”  He grabbed a handful of the crab and lobster rolls as he stormed out of the cabin.

By the time that he got to the deck, Cat was there ahead of him, having gone out the Captain’s window and up the side of the Longin.  She flipped to the deck, jumped, snagged one of the mast stays and swarmed up it, hand over hand, letting her feet dangle, until she sat herself serenely on the yardarm, sixty feet above the deck.

Captain Barad watched in utter amazement.  “How could she do something like that?  Your Luck can’t see.”

“You fail to understand Cat at all,” Mord said tightly, angry.  “She is blind, yes, but she is more able than most of us.  We have given up trying to understand how.”  Once again he proffered a hand to Captain Barad.  “Go now, and I will speak to my crew of your proposal.”

Barad went down the boarding ladder, pointedly not taking the proffered hand. “You must teach your Luck proper manners and discipline.  I am affronted.”

As Barad took his place in his gig, a slight hiss from the mast-stay and the quiet thump of feet on the rail, announced the arrival of Cat.  “Captain, brother of mine, what are we going to do?  Captain Barad has offended me,” she spoke in her voice like rushing water as she hopped lightly to the deck.

“He has also insulted me, little sister,” answered the Captain, barely containing his rage, now that Barad was off his ship.

Just then Kurin came cautiously up, unsure of her welcome in a grown-up conversation,  and hugged Cat.  The child said, “I was in Alor’s cabin, next to yours.  She is showing me stitch work.  We heard it all.  Why can he be mean to us and us not get even?”

“I think that we should do nothing, just now.  It would be neither polite nor wise to affront him further,” said the Captain.

Cat dropped cross-legged to the deck and gathered the child into her lap.

Captain Mord looked about his ship with a practiced eye, to be sure that nothing would need his attention while he talked with the child that Cat cared about. “Grandalor is a good deal larger ship than the Longin, in crew and length and tonnage.  Captain Barad has much in common with a dictator.  Too much of an insult to him could lead to a battle between us.  I think that the Longin would win, in the end, but we would be sure to lose good crew-folk.”

She listened intently, staring in concentration.  She shivered at the mention of death.  Cat held her more closely, and asked, “You would not go to battle over some foolish indignity.  Why would he?  Wouldn’t he lose crew-folk, too?”

“Yes, but he doesn’t care about that.  He keeps secrets from his crew, because he does not respect them.  If we were to win, then he would count his losses and hold them as a grudge against us and use them as an excuse to fight us again.  Such feuds have been known to destroy whole ships and everyone on them.”

“If that’s true, why would anyone start such a thing?”

“Your question goes to the heart of the matter.  Those who think first do not usually do such things.  Some people have overgrown pride that makes them believe that they cannot lose.

“There are other ways to harm a ship besides battle.  You know how we divide fishing waters and other resources at the Gathering of Ships?  They could try to claim our fisheries, the source of our prosperity, for their own through the abuse of our laws.  It has been done before.”

Cat looked thoughtful.  “I believe that is the tack that they will try. Already, without awaiting our answer to their proposition, they are getting ready to make sail.  Grandalor will have to head almost due South, running a reach that they think they can maintain for days of swift sailing.  

“Even if their weather fails them, and it will not hold, they might reach the Gathering of Ships before us.”  Cat grinned at a sudden thought. “If Barad is dishonest, he might try to claim what he thinks are rich waters out from under us.  They would have to release some fishing waters to add a claim here in the Dragon Sea.”

Kurin, who had listened carefully, as she did most things, asked, “But isn’t the Dragon Sea forbidden to fishing claims?”

The Captain looked at her thoughtfully.  This little one was full of surprises.  “That is right.  It is forbidden by Custom and not Law.  Breaches of Custom can be granted by the Gathering Council.”

Cat, still grinning predatorily, said, “Let them make the claim.  Even encourage them by proper opposition.  There’s not much here for Sea People, anyway.  We can take the waters that they abandon, and be the richer for it.”

It was Captain Mord’s turn to think things through.  “You have always known what goes on, upon the Sea.  You knew that the Grandalor was following us.  Is that why we sailed so far from our home waters?”

As guileless as a sea bird near a bait bucket, she replied, “I knew that they were following us and told you.  Their following us was luck.  It is not the reason for this trip.  I asked you to bring us here for a reason quite different.   Before we are done, we will have a good profit.  I still need to spend another day in these waters.  Please set the course NNE.  The weather will favor us.”

Standing up straight, Kurin looked over the rail, toward the other ship.  “I don’t see any signs of their leaving. Are you sure?”

“They have cleared the running rigging of their mains’ls and jibs and are drifting apart from us. Already they are 120 yards further away than when we started this conversation.  They will go when Carsis sets, about four drums after dark.”

“Will you help to trim the sails?” asked the Captain, more cheerfully.  “I mean to set your course immediately.  In that, they will have their answer to both their offer of help and their odious proposition for you.”  He seethed, “My sister a servant on the Grandalor … .”

Cat came fluidly to her feet and skipped lightly to the mains’l lines. Seeing her going with purpose to the rigging, some of the crew followed her and stood ready at the lines.  The tocsin drum beat its call.  Moments later, the First Officer’s voice began to call the commands and lines were loosed, allowing the big lateen sail to swing, with dangerously apparent gentleness, downwind.  The Longin came about to her new heading, coasting on forward momentum.  Lines were payed out and drawn up until the sails were set at the best angle to the wind for the new tack.  No longer partly furled, the many long battens or ribs in her sails made them resemble spread wings as the Longin fairly flew down her new heading.

After her usual check for the security of the lines and the proper stowage of the coils, Cat walked lightly forward, right out onto the bowsprit, where she sat as the water purled under the bow.  Quietly, at first, she began to sing, her voice and the plunging rush of the water blending into a song with words that none of the crew had ever heard before.  She stayed there until after dark, singing, interrupted only by the voice of the tocsin drum calling watch change and marking the passage of time, the heartbeat of the Longin.

The Grandalor had, as predicted, gone away south.  They had not awaited darkness, when the Longin had resumed her business, they had set sail and were past the horizon before dark.

Shortly after Carsis had set, some of the crew heard Cat singing what sounded like a duet. The other voice sounded like the plaintive call of the Orca whale, with words like her own in the whale song.  The duet went on for nearly an hour.

She walked down the nearly deserted deck, smiling with delight.  Only Captain Mord, who stood at the tiller, and the necessary lookouts had intruded on her.  It was as near to privacy as one could get, on deck.  She covered the distance to the tiller, more dancing than walking.  

“Thank you for the space, my Captain.  The lack of distraction was a help.  Now, you will be repaid for this whole profitless voyage.  Set the course SSW until morning.”

“We will do so.  May I ask a question?”

“Of course you may.  Of all this crew that I love, my brother, it is you that I trust the most.”

“Were you singing in two voices?”

“No, I was not.  It was for that song that we have come so far.

“Tomorrow, we will need the fine fishing net, and those ring supported nets that I have been making.  Each one will need about 50 feet of line attached to it, so that it can be brought up with the ring flat.  I know that these Northern waters are cold, so I will do the necessary diving.  The water will only be about 30 feet deep.”

“Cat,” said Mord uncomfortably, changing the subject, “neither of us likes or trusts Captain Barad, but he was right about one thing.  It is near time for you to find a mate and marry.  Your time is near.  This is your 19th Gathering, since we found you.”

“I know that Mord, my Captain,” she said with a heavy sigh.  “I do not wish to leave the Longin, but I know that I must.  You would not thrust me into an unwanted marriage, so I have been looking into the matter for some time, and my choice is already made.  It was not easy, but it is done.  I will make him known at the Gathering of Ships.”

“You do have another year.  I, the whole crew too, would miss you.”

“I know that but it will be a thousand Gatherings before another Dragon Moons.  I will miss you all.  Let my parting be a special one.  I do not want to be forgotten.”

Shortly after dawn the lookout’s cry of “Shoal Water Ahead!” and the tocsin drum’s wild beat of ‘All Hands on Deck!’ brought everyone scrambling to the deck to man the sails and turn the ship back to safety.  The shoal showed as a large area of unpredictable swirling currents and choppy waves.

Cat calmed the fears of the crew. “This water is deep enough for us to sail safely, in any case. There is another reason why we are here.  Who wants to see the Longin make a larger profit?”  

“I do!” the whole crew said in a ragged chorus.

“Down on that reef are big cold water lobsters and crabs.  Shrimp will abound.  There are many shells, both precious, like the mother of pearl and haliotis, and utilitarian like clam and drill shells.  The shrimp will come up from deep water this evening.  Most of them will come up a large crevice in the reef and there we will catch them with the fine net.  The ring nets that I have made will, with the help of galley scraps for bait, catch those lobsters and crabs.”

Someone called out, “What are we waiting for?  Let’s break out the boats!”  This was work that everyone on the Longin understood.  An orderly bustle of men and women unlashed and launched the fishing boats.

“We’re less than a week and a half from the Gathering!  I bet that we can get some of those crabs and suchlike to the Gathering alive if we try!  We could carry them in the weavers’ mussel vat!” somebody exclaimed.  

“They’ll be worth twice as much if we pull it off!” responded another.  

No more was needed.  Men and women undogged the hatch over the proper hold and began to rig a crane to lower catch.  Others clattered down the companionways to the vat itself to ready it.    Children were set to winding mussel string into neat skeins for tying the claws of lobsters and crabs, so that they could not hurt each other.

There were small fishing boats bobbing in the chop over the reef, from one end of it to the other. Nets were splashing into the water as quickly as they could be pulled up and emptied of crabs and lobsters.  As each net was done, the boats rowed quickly to the next float marking the line of another net.  Kurin leaned glumly on the rail.  She was small.  There was nothing for her to do.  She felt a light hand on her shoulder, and heard a voice like water streaming happily under the bows.

“Would you like to come with me, Kurin?  I need somebody reliable to keep my boat steady while I get in and out, and to help dry me with towels when I am done with diving.  I am taking a boat fresh from the shop.  Master Juris told me that you worked on it, and did a good job, too.”

“Oh, Cat!  I would love to. Can I really help you?”

“Yes, you can,” replied Cat, hitching the boat into the davits for lowering.  A few minutes later they scrambled down the heavy net that served as a ladder, and cast off.  

In Cat’s hands the oars drove the little boat like a living thing.  Kurin sat in the stern and manned the tiller.  Soon, they were over the heart of the reef.

Cat stripped off her sailor’s shirt and pants, took a net bag, and dove cleanly over the stern.  Kurin took the oars and used small strokes to kept the boat in position, as best she could, using her eye on the Longin for a reference.  She quickly found that it was harder than it seemed.  There was a natural tendency to take too long a strokes with the oars and move it, rather than just keep it still and in its place.  A minute passed, and then two.  By the time that five minutes were gone, Kurin was beginning to worry.  Just then, a hand reached up over the wide shallow ‘v’ of the net guide built into the stern and Cat slid into the boat.  Her net bag was full of large shells.

While Cat was panting for breath, Kurin emptied the bag and readied it for Cat’s next dive.  After a few minutes of recovery, Cat took several deep breaths, let them out, and dove over the stern again.  This time, Kurin kept the boat on station without worrying.  

She passed time by sorting the shells by kind as well as she could.  She planned to ask Cat which shells were which and what their values were.  Cat continued to bring up shells for more than an hour.  Between dives she instructed Kurin about the values and properties of the different kinds.  After her last dive, Kurin had to help her into the boat.  

Cat had trouble holding onto the transom and nearly dropped her bag of shells back into the depths.  Her lips and the nails of her hands were blue, she was shivering, and she was clumsy.  It took all of Kurin’s small strength, feet braced against the transom, to get Cat over the net guide and into the safety of the boat.  The usually sure Cat was weak and could not grip tightly or even reach accurately.  Cold water had taken its insidious toll of weakness, slowing reactions and dulling not only senses but her mind as well.

Kurin toweled off Cat and helped her into her clothes to warm her up.  She was chill to the touch.  Kurin rowed them, clumsily at first but with rapidly growing skill, back to the Longin.  It was Kurin who went up the side of the ship.  Kurin who tossed down a safety line to the exhausted Cat.  It was Kurin who took in the line, making sure that it was properly snubbed around a marlin spike, to help  Cat up the side of the Longin.  While Cat staggered to her bunk to warm up, Kurin secured the shells and got them safely to the deck, using the boat davit as a crane to lift them.  Captain Mord personally took them to the galley for cleaning, sorting, and the making of a shellfish stew.   Kurin sought out the shivering Cat, brought her own blankets to cover her and cuddled next to the cold woman, to help warm her.  After a bit, when the worst of Cat’s shivering had stopped, Kurin went to the galley and got her some warm broth.  Soon Cat was sitting up, wrapped in blankets and ravenously eating warm food.

As she ate, Kurin told her all that she had done.  “Little One, who taught you to do all those things?”

“All my life, I’ve watched you.  You always think first, before you do anything, so I thought of what I needed and how to do it.  That made it easier.”

“As soon as I am warm enough, we are going out again.   The cold of the water tricked me and clouded my judgment.  This time, you tell me when to stop, OK?”

They made three more trips to the reef for shells before evening.  Each time that Kurin noticed any sign of difficulty, Cat stopped diving and they returned to the ship to warm up and deliver their catch.

As dark was falling, the fine net brought up a large catch of shrimp to add to the seawater vat already swarming with crabs and lobsters, claws neatly and securely tied.  As soon as the precious live cargo was properly secured, the Longin made all sail south to the Gathering of Ships.

Speed was their great necessity. The Longin’s huge lateen mainsail and her large lateen foresail were fully spread, and all of her auxiliary sails were set as well. Sea raced under her, and was left behind as a wake of foam and small whirlpools.  The northern clouds were left behind and temperate seas as well.

“Cat, I have brought you some warm soup,” said Kurin.  “You‘ve spent so much time at the tiller, since we left the north, I wonder that you can stand so many long watches.”

“Thank you, Kurin,” she said, putting the tiller under her right arm and wrapping her hands around the mug to warm them.  “I must stand these watches, because we need all speed to get to the Gathering of Ships.  I know best where there are currents to aid us and ones to avoid, so I steer.”  

“But I don’t understand.  You can’t see the sun, the stars or the moons.  How do you know where to go?”

“The oceans and seas tell me, Little Fish.”

“How?”

“There are waves that the wind makes on the surface, and under them are long, deep waves.  Those long, deep waves tell me where I am.  Here in Naral Sea, the bottom slopes up to the south, so as we go that way, the long, deep waves get shorter and higher.  Also, they are affected by the currents. The Naral Current sweeps north along here, and pushes the waves over it to the side.  The cross beat of the waves from the current and the still water waves tells me that the Naral is about a league that way.”  Cat paused and pointed off to port.  “We want to stay out of it.  In a few hours we will pick up the Clifftos current, as it bends south, and it will carry us swiftly almost all of the way to the Gathering of the Ships.”

Kurin paused in thought and said, “So, if I learn how to feel what the waves say, then I will always know where I am and what direction I’m going, even in fog?”

“Yes, Kurin.  I am sorry that I do not have the time to teach you the oceans.”  Cat paused to drink the soup. “That was good, Kurin.  Did you make it?”

Kurin’s face lit up, “Yes, I did.  How did you know?”

“Master Murel is a good cook, and the Longin is lucky to have him, but he never puts enough sea lettuce in his soups.  Are you working in the galley, now?”

“No.  Since I started in the boat shop, Master Juris told the other Craft Masters that I was careful, and always paid attention.  They have made me welcome in all the other shops, including the galley.

“Oh, Cat, I wish that you could see the moons rise!  They are beautiful.  Carsis is almost up.  It is light red tonight. Little Dorac is clear and white, just sitting on the horizon.   Big Wohan, light yellow,  is half way up from the horizon.  The waves make their light into rippling bars that point right to us.”

“Thank you for describing the moons rise for me, Kurin.  Nobody has done that for me since I was a child in Alor’s arms.

“Tomorrow, in the mid-morning, we should come to the Gathering of Ships.  Please take this mug back to the galley for me and come back.  I have something I want you to know.”

Kurin scampered off, mug in hand, and returned.

“Here’s the key to my sea chest.  Go to my quarters and open it.  There’s a big tray in it. Bring it and all the things with it.”

Shortly Kurin returned, struggling slightly with the size of the tray.  It had a long, narrow cushion fastened across it.  There were bins that held skeins of mussel threads in carefully matched colors, many pins made of strong, dried fish bones, carefully polished smooth and small bobbins, like net needles, filled with fine strands.  There were many patterns made with lines of tiny pinpricks in pliable, dried fish skins.

“This, Kurin, is how you make Longin Lace.  You begin by choosing your colors.  I always need help with that  … ”

To be Continued

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Here's the silly guy Halyn (he is wanted in Missouri)

[idolsystem]

Alternative names for Jerome

PT: Alternative names for Jerome

Notes: The name Jerome is linked to religion (Catholicism), so a lot of the names do have religious meanings. I'm pretty sure all these names are either masculine or androgynous, however if I've made an error with this please let me know.

As always: Please check the pronunciation, origin and meaning behind names before using them.

Credit for the divider used in this post.

Different variants of the name Jerome

Gerolamo / Geronimo / Gerome / Girolamo / Hieronim / Hieronym / Iaróm / Jeram / Jeroen / Jerom / Jérôme / Jeromos / Jeronim / Jeronimas / Jerónimo / Jeroným / Leronimus / Sierôm / Xerónimo

Names that sound similar to Jerome

Jeran / Jerant / Jeremy / Jermaine / Jerrard / Jerred / Jerre / Jerone

Names with the same (or similar) meaning as Jerome

Baruch / Benedict / Divine / Hallow / Halyn / Nathaniel / Nelvin / Oscar / Sancia / Theodore

[kalospiaalmana]

🩸Cruor Coeur Insidious 📹 Character

Phlebotomists/Serologist: Medea Trista: Overly Too giving: Altruistic: INFJ

Dietitian: Elysian Cheryl: Neglect their own needs: Observant: ISFJ

Psychiatrists: Kelsey Anwir: Overthinker: Excellent Communicators: ENFP

Mythologist: Amelia Alina: Avoids people: Integrity: INFP

Pro racer driver: Mashaka Archie: Questioning everything and arguing against Quick Thinkers: ENTP

Neurologists: Helen Deora: High Determantion: Alcoholic: INTJ

Nurse: Mocha Ira Lyssa: Stubborn: Hardworking: ESTJ

Adventurer: Halyn Selcouth: Disregard rules and authority: Imaginative: ISFP

Magician/Geologists/Gemologist: Lavender Deirde: Bluntness: Sociable: ESTP

Gardener: Solandis Latibule: Judgmental: Focus on details: ISTJ

Chemists: Marina Acantha: Dissatisfied: Curious: INTP

Chef: Anima Atius Cierra: Hard headed: Charismatic and Inspiring: ENTJ's

Author: Orphic Dern: People pleasing: Idealistic: INFJs

Astronomer/Artist: Klryz Cecelia Kamali: Unempathetic: Observant: INTP

Acupuncturist: Glitch Mara Soren Valentina: Over analyzing: Strategic thinking: INTJ

Forensic Pathologist: Letha Lola: Apathy = Lack of feeling or emotion: Insightful: INFJ

Matchmaker/Relationship Coach: Xaria Kasim: Too Selfless: Sensitive and Warm: ESFJ

Dancer: Eunoia Moira: Too sensitive: Enthusiastic: ESFP

Biophysicists: Glim Faith Deiania: Imbalance(work): Problem solving: INTJ

Fencer: Irenic Ludic: Combative: Determined: ISTJ

Fashion Designer: Retina Cozbi: Machiavellianism/Egotistic: Confident: ENTJ

Therapist: Cindy Rose: Overwhelmed: Empathetic: INFJ's

Conservationist: Carina Cherie: Overly Skeptical: Handy and Resourceful: ISTP

Virologist: Archon Nemesis: Perfectionism: Analytical: INTJ

Engineering technologist: Aster Naina: Judgmental: Research-Oriented/Organized ISTJ

Mycologist: Aminah Danica: High expectations: Passionate: INFJ

Historian: Lofi Cato: Rumination = Repetitive thinking about their actions in the past or future: HardWorking: ISFJ

Psychologist: Meraki Metonia: Perfectionist: Principled: INFJ

Biologists: Calantha Trystia: Always by the book: Perseverance: ISTJ

Ethnologist: Ashia Kalea: Disconnected:Open-Minded: INTP

Anthropologist/Archeologists: Luca Adonis: Pessimistic Outlook: Detail orientation: INFJ

Epidemiologist/House cleaner: Quitterie Malarie Almer: Toxic Positivity: Solemn: ENTJ

Funeral Director: K.A: Needs fucking Therapy or put on death row: INFJ

[artbysahasa]

“Halyn” - Octopus Sculpture by Sahasa [2022] Handsculpted from Polymer Clay, painted with acrylics

~Reblogs Appreciated~ Art Shop | Etsy Shop | Socials

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more halyn and doc art along with a new design of a sea bunny slugcat named Seb

fun fact:for about 2 years Seb's design was not archived anywhere so they just didn't ever get drawn ever.

[chilenthailandtravel]

'Emotional by Luftmensch feat Halyn Best Song Collections (Best Song Co...

[amazoniaonline]

SOS Manas: Nova Ferramenta de Belém no Combate à Violência Doméstica

A Coordenadoria da Mulher de Belém (Combel) realizou a apresentação do 'SOS Manas' à Secretaria de Segurança Pública do Estado do Pará (SEGUP-PA). Inspirando-se em iniciativas bem-sucedidas implementadas em Minas Gerais e no Rio de Janeiro, esse projeto promete transformar a maneira como as mulheres em situações de risco buscam proteção. O lançamento foi destacado em uma reunião membros da Secretaria de Estado de Segurança Pública e Defesa Social (Segup). 'SOS Manas' é uma plataforma digital, acessível por dispositivos móveis e computadores, que possibilita às mulheres solicitar medidas protetivas de urgência diretamente à justiça, sem a necessidade de deslocamento. A vantagem de não requerer download permite que as usuárias economizem espaço em seus dispositivos. Halyne Santana, assistente social envolvida no desenvolvimento do projeto, salientou a funcionalidade de anexar documentos e áudios às solicitações, o que contribui para a agilidade na produção de evidências e no detalhamento dos casos de agressão. Adicionalmente, o aplicativo oferece um serviço de monitoramento das vítimas, proporcionando uma resposta rápida e efetiva dos órgãos de segurança, visando assegurar a segurança das mulheres em Belém. Sandra Helena Cruz, à frente da Combel, ressaltou a importância da sinergia entre as diversas instituições para garantir o bem-estar e a proteção das mulheres. O coronel Castro Alves, diretor de Políticas de Segurança Pública e Prevenção Social, manifestou seu apoio à iniciativa, comprometendo-se a fortalecer a colaboração entre os órgãos municipais e estaduais para melhorar o acompanhamento e a segurança das vítimas de violência doméstica. Para denúncias e pedidos de ajuda, o número 180, Central de Atendimento à Mulher, permanece à disposição 24 horas por dia, tanto no Brasil quanto no exterior, garantindo anonimato e gratuidade nas ligações. Esse serviço não apenas acolhe denúncias, mas também orienta as vítimas para redes de apoio e assistência psicológica. As denúncias podem ser realizadas também via WhatsApp, pelo número (61) 99610-0180, ampliando as vias de comunicação para quem busca auxílio. Encorajamos a todas a explorarem e divulgarem o 'SOS Manas', fortalecendo nossa rede de apoio às mulheres em Belém e contribuindo para um ambiente mais seguro e protegido. Juntas, podemos combater a violência contra a mulher. Com informações da Agência Belém. Read the full article

[orcinus-veterinarius]

SeaWorld's captive-born orcas

I decided to compile a list of all SeaWorld's captive-born orcas, from Kalina, the very first Baby Shamu, in 1985 to Kyara, the final calf produced by the breeding program, in 2017. As in my previous post on life expectancy, spontaneous abortions and stillbirths are not included as they skew live birth data, and there is no accurate information on their frequency in free-ranging populations. Whales that are still alive at the time of this post (June 2023) are bolded. Whales that died prior to weaning age (3 years) are italicized (this is colloquially when a birth is considered "successful").

Kalina (F) b. 1985, age at death - 25 years

Baby Shamu 2 (F) b. 1986, age at death - 12 days

Orkid (F) b. 1988, age - 34 years

Katerina (F) b. 1988, age at death - 10 years

Kayla (F) b. 1988, age at death - 30 years

Taima (F) b. 1989, age at death - 20 years

Takara (F) b. 1991, age - 31 years

Keet (M), b. 1993, age - 30 years

Taku (M) b. 1993, age at death - 14 years

Nyar (F) b. 1993, age at death - 2 years

Keto (M) b. 1995, age - 27 years (lives at Loro Parque)

Unna (F) b. 1996, age at death - 18 years

Sumar (M) b. 1998, age at death - 12 years

Tuar (M) b. 1999, age - 23 years

Tekoa (M) b. 2000, age - 22 years (lives at Loro Parque)

Nakai (M) b. 2001, age at death - 20 years

Kohana (F) b. 2002, age at death - 20 years (died at Loro Parque)

Ikaika (M) b. 2002, age - 20 years

Skyla (F) b. 2004, age at death - 17 years (died at Loro Parque)

Kalia (F) b. 2004, age - 18 years

Halyn (F), b. 2005, age at death - 2 years

Trua (M) b. 2005, age - 17 years

Nalani (F) b. 2006, age - 16 years

Malia (F) b. 2007, age - 16 years

Sakari (F) b. 2010, age - 13 years

Makaio (M) b. 2010, age - 12 years

Makani (M) b. 2013, age - 10 years

Kamea (F) b. 2013, age - 9 years

Amaya (F) b. 2014, age at death - 6 years

Kyara (F) b. 2017, age at death - 3 months

In the 32 years SeaWorld's breeding program was running, 30 live calves were born. Of that 30, 15 are still alive today, for an overall "success rate" of 50%. 9 (60%) of that 15 were born during the second half (2001-2017) of the program's existence.

Of the 30, 28 (93%) survived their first year, the time period during which the majority of wild mortalities occur. 26 (87%) survived to weaning age. When removing the whales who died before weaning age, overall survivorship to present day is 57%, and survivorship to present day for the second half of the time period is 69%.

Excluding these whales who died before weaning, the survival data is:

Born 1985-1989: 20% still living (one whale: 34 years)

Born 1990-1999: 57% still living (age range: 23-31 years)

Born 2000-2009: 67% still living (age range: 16-22 years)

Born 2010-2017: 75% still living (age range: 9-13 years)

Average age at death of all deceased whales: 17 years

Average age of all living whales (as of June 2023): 20 years

Of course, true survivalship cannot be accurately determined until many years from now, when all of them have passed away. But it is evident that during the 32 years of the breeding program's existence, husbandry and veterinary care drastically improved, a fact reflected in the survivalship data. I expect that, had the program not been cut off, we would have seen the current trend continue... survival rates steadily increasing, and whales living longer lives. In conclusion, it's unfair and inaccuate to state that SeaWorld's killer whale breeding program was a failure, or that it produced only sickly calves that died young.

Fun fact: Keet, SeaWorld's first* male calf, is currently 30 years old, the average life expectancy of a wild male! May there be many more birthdays ahead of him!

*Kyuquot is SeaWorld's oldest living captive-born male at 31 years, but he is not included in this list as he was born at Sealand of the Pacific and moved to SeaWorld when he was 1 year old.

[livsgovan69]

Professor May: P.2

Notes:  This is about a young 20  year old  girl named Bianca Evans and her secret relationship with her varry hot science and music teacher. Brian May, (he's deciding to put his doctorate to sum use) . This will take place over the course of a 4 part series. 

Timeline: 2023 

Warnings: Nothing for this chapter. 

I walk through the halls to my lunch spot. When I get there my friends are already there. (Diana/Di, Indy, and Lennon/Leno.) 

“Finally, took you long enough. Did he ring you out?” Diana asks. 

“Did who ring you out?” askes Indy. 

“Professor May, and no he didn't.” I answer sitting beside Lennon. 

“Then what took so long?” Di asks  

“He was just asking about how I was and how I’ve been late and slaking. You know he’s soft on me.” I say as I take out food from my bag. 

—------------------------------------40 minute time jump—------------------------------------------------- 

Me, Di, Indy and Lenno walk into our 3rd period class. Music. My favorite class. 

“Ah, Miss Evans, nice and early.” He says with a smile. I bow. 

“Thank you sir, I do try.” I say with a giggle. The three of us go and take a seat at the front.

“Hay are you three good to go first today?” Professor May asks us, looking up from his computer. 

“Yes sir.” Indy says as she tunes her guitar. Seeing her do so makes me realize something.  

“Shit I forgot my guitar!” I shout, leap up and sprint out of the room and down the hall and to my locker. 

“Yes, I feel as though that would be important for your performance.” Brian chuckles as he contenus on his computer. Thankfully my locker isn't too far from the class. I reach it and quickly unlock it. I wrench it open and pull out my electric guitar, then slam it shut and lock it. I sprint back down the hall to the classroom. 

“Ok, I'm back, I got it.” I say as I heave and huff holding up my guitar on one hand. 

“With 5 minutes to spare Miss. Evans.” he says not looking up from his computer. I giggle and sit back down in a huff. We had an anxiety ridden 20 minute wait for our presentation. 

“All right, now that we are all here we can begin. So before we start our presentations, let's go over the assignment over again. So the task was to work in groups of 3 or 4 and work together on a 5 minute set as if you are in a band. Now I thought because you have been so good lately I have a special treat for all of you. Come on in boys.” he says to the door. We all look confused, then Roger Tayler, Halyn May and Roxanne Mercury walk into the room. We now all look at each other flabbergasted, most of us recognising the rock legends that just walked in and others not knowing what the fuck is going on. 

“So as a special treat we will be doing a demo to show all you kids how it's done.” Professor May says. The 4 of them walk onto the risers and get into place. Professor May goes to his desk and pulls out a guitar case and pulls out the red special. We all gouck at its magnificence. 

“Alright ladies and gentleman, I don’t know if you know who I am but I guess we should start with a song I like to call We Will Rock You. Let's hit it.” Roxanne says. She stomped her feet to the beat. Stomp, stomp, clap, stomp, stomp, clap, stomp, stomp, clap.  Soon all 4 of them join in. 

Stomp, stomp, clap, stomp, stomp, clap, stomp, stomp, clap.

“ Buddy, you're a boy, make a big noise 

Playing in the street, gonna be a big man someday 

You got mud on your face, you big disgrace 

Kicking your can all over the place, singin' 

We will, we will rock you 

We will, we will rock you 

Buddy, you're a young man, hard man 

Shouting in the street, gonna take on the world someday 

You got blood on your face, you big disgrace 

Waving your banner all over the place     

We will, we will rock you, sing it! 

We will, we will rock you 

Buddy, you're an old man, poor man 

Pleading with your eyes, gonna make you some peace someday 

You got mud on your face, big disgrace 

Somebody better put you back into your place�� 

Brian begins to stum his guitar lightly

“We will, we will rock you, sing it 

We will, we will rock you, everybody 

We will, we will rock you, hmm 

We will, we will rock you

Alright” At that last word Professor May rocks out on his guitar and Roger begins to hit his bace. Once his guitar solo was over they instantly went into the next song. 

“Let's go! 

Steve walks warily down the street 

With the brim pulled way down low 

Ain't no sound but the sound of his feet 

Machine guns ready to go Are you ready? 

Hey Are you ready for this? 

Are you hanging on the edge of your seat? 

Out of the doorway the bullets rip 

To the sound of the beat, 

yeah Another one bites the dust 

Another one bites the dust 

And another one gone, and another one gone 

Another one bites the dust (yeah) 

Hey, I'm gonna get you too 

Another one bites the dust 

How do you think I'm going to get along 

Without you, when you're gone? 

You took me for everything that 

I had And kicked me out on my own 

Are you happy, are you satisfied? 

How long can you stand the heat? 

Out of the doorway the bullets rip 

To the sound of the beat, look out 

Another one bites the dust 

Another one bites the dust 

And another one gone, and another one gone 

Another one bites the dust 

Hey, I'm gonna get you too 

Another one bites the dust Hey! 

Oh, take it Bite the dust Bite the dust, hey 

Hey Another one bites the dust 

Another one bites the dust, ow! 

Another one bites the dust, hey, hey 

Another one bites the dust, hey 

Ooh, shout! 

There are plenty of ways that you can hurt a man 

And bring him to the ground 

You can beat him, you can cheat him, you can treat him bad 

And leave him when he's down, yeah 

But I'm ready, yes I'm ready for you 

I'm standing on my own two feet 

Out of the doorway the bullets rip 

Repeating to the sound of the beat, oh yeah 

Another one bites the dust 

Another one bites the dust 

And another one gone, and another one gone 

Another one bites the dust, yeah 

Hey, I'm gonna get you too 

Another one bites the dust 

Shoot out 

Ay-yeah 

Alright” One the last couple notes hit the end and the class is silent. Then they erupt in claps and cheers. The 4 of them go to the edge of the stage and take a bow. 

“Thank you, thank you.” Professor May says as a silence falls over the class once again. The other three take seats near Brian's desk.     

“Now this might be a tough act to follow but let's have a first group up.  Girls, you can start to set up and let me know when you're ready.” he says to the three of us. We get up from our seats and walk over to the risers. We get into position and go. 

“Well thank you Professor, that will be a tough act to follow, but here we go I guess. This is for you Professor May.” I say as I give him a wink. I see Roger whisper something to Brian, only for Brian to blush and elbow Roger hard in the ribs, Roger chuckles. He then whispers something back and they go back and forth. 

(What they are saying)  

“I see how you look at her.” Roger says. Brian blushies then elbows him.

“I don’t know what you're talking about.” he hissis back.  

“The front girl, she's cute. I didn't think you would go for such a young girl. I can see you really like her.” Roger says, looking at his trousers.  Brian realizes it and instantly covers it with his clipboard.

“Let's hit it.” I say   

“Oh, everything I do I do for you” we began to play

“Oh yeah

We touch and you're afraid of me and

We burn and now I'm at your feet

High speed, but you know you're in safe hands

In the dark we make a brighter light

From one spark to the horizon wide

We trust and together we tame the land, yeah

You'd be forgiven if you think you're dreaming

But we're working night and day to make a dream come true, yeah

Everything I do is driven by you

Oh, come on babe

Oh well it's tough to make a journey through

The right stuff is dead ahead of you and me

And you know we've still got time

Hold on tight to the driving wheel

This ride is really out of line

Raw deal, but there's no other that's worth a dime

You know I love you but you drive me crazy

Because you're saying all the things I want to say to you

You say

Everything I do is driven by you

Everything we do

Everything we do

Everything we do

Everything we do

Everything we do is driven by you

Inner children lost their way

Now they know the price you pay

I'm holding on to life with you

Because life without you just won't do

Driven by you

You know I'm never going to know who's dreaming

But we're working night and day to make a dream come true, yeah

Everything I do is driven by you

Everything we do

Everything we do

Everything we do

Everything we do

Everything we do

Everything we do

Everything we do

Everything we do

Everything we do is driven by

Driven by

Driven by you

Oh, everything I do I do for you” Just like the other group, as soon as the notes ended we began our next set. 

“Oh, come on, come on, come on, come on 

Didn't I make you feel like you were the only man? 

Yeah And didn't I give you nearly everything that a woman possibly can? 

Honey, you know I did 

And each time I tell myself that I, well I think I've had enough 

But I'm gonna show you, baby, that a woman can be tough 

I want you to come on, come on, come on, come on and take it 

Take another little piece of my heart now, baby (whoa, break it) 

Break another little bit of my heart now, darling, yeah, yeah, yeah (whoa, have a) 

Have another little piece of my heart now, baby 

You know you got it if it makes you feel good 

Oh, yes indeed 

You're out on the streets looking good 

And baby, deep down in your heart, I guess you know that it ain't right 

Never, never, never, never, never, never hear me when I cry at night 

Babe, and I cry all the time 

But each time I tell myself that I, well I can't stand the pain 

But when you hold me in your arms, I'll sing it once again 

I said come on, come on, come on, come on and take it 

Take another little piece of my heart now, baby 

Break another little bit of my heart now, darling, yeah 

Have another little piece of my heart now, baby 

Well, you know you got it, child, if it makes you feel good 

I need you to come on, come on, come on, come on and take it 

Take another little piece of my heart now, baby (whoa, break it) 

Break another little bit of my heart, now darling, yeah, c'mon now (whoa, have a) 

Have another little piece of my heart now, baby 

You know you got it, whoa Take it Take another little piece of my heart now, baby (whoa, break it) 

Break another little bit of my heart, now darling, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (whoa, have a) 

Have another little piece of my heart now, baby, hey 

You know you got it, child, if it makes you feel good” we finish the set and I look up, me and Professor May’s eyes meet. My face blushes. We all go to the front of the stage and bow. The class erupts in applause. Roger, Roxanna and Haylon look very impressed. 

“That was good girls, that was really really good.” Sir says. 

“Good, are you deaf Brian, that was extraordinary. That was really extraordinary.” Roger says to us. 

“Thank you Sir.” I say back. I'm not going to, Roger Tayler is fucking cute and the fact that him and my long time crush have just complemented  me was unreal. 

“Alright you guys can take a seat and we can have our next set of brave souls come up and take the spotlight. Wait Bianca, you missed your last presentation. Would you be ok with doing it now?” Brian says looking over at me. I think about it for a second. 

“Ya. Let's do it. But I don't have my guitar. Can I run and grab it?” I say, He nods. I run and grab it and run back. Then I go back onto the risers. 

“So, Bianca will now be performing her acoustic performance. When you're ready Bianca.” He says with a smile. I cleared my throat then.

“Hello I’m Bianca Evans and I’m going to be singing Rich Girl, by Hall and Otes.” I say before I begin. I strum my guitar. 

“You're a rich girl, and you've gone too far

'Cause you know it don't matter anyway

You can rely on the old man's money

You can rely on the old man's money

It's a bitch girl but it's gone too far” Brian raises his eyebrow at my boldness to not cut out the swear word. 

“'Cause you know it don't matter anyway

Say money, but it won't get you too far

Get you too far

And don't you know, don't you know

That it's wrong to take what is given you

So far gone, on your own

You could get along if you try to be strong

But you'll never be strong 'cause

You're a rich girl, and you've gone too far

'Cause you know it don't matter anyway

You can rely on the old man's money

You can rely on the old man's money

It's a bitch girl and it's gone too far

'Cause you know it don't matter anyway

Say money, but it won't get you too far

Get you too far

High and dry, out of the rain

It's so easy to hurt others when you can't feel pain

And don't you know that a love can't grow

'Cause there's too much to give, 'cause you'd rather live

For the thrill of it all, oh

You're a rich girl, and you've gone too far

'Cause you know it don't matter anyway

You can rely on the old man's money

You can rely on the old man's money

It's a bitch girl and it's gone too far

'Cause you know it don't matter anyway

Say money, but it won't get you too far

Say money, but it won't get you too far

Say money, but it won't get you too far

Get you too far

And you say

You can rely on the old man's money

You can rely on the old man's money

You're a rich girl, a rich girl

Oh, you're a rich, rich girl yeah

Say money, but it won't get you too far, oh” I strum the last notes and stop. The room erupts in applause 

“Thank you Miss. Evans, that was excellent.” Professor May says. 

“Thank you Sir.” I say as I blush and I sit down beside my professor. I was on such a high that the rest of the class was a blur. 

“Alright, we got through most of our groups today, the rest of them will be tomorrow. You guys have about 5 minutes left so pack up your things and get ready for your next class.” he says looking at his watch. I walk through the crowd of kids to his desk. 

“Sir, would it be ok if I go early so I can put this back.” I ask softley giving my best flirting eyes. He raises an eyebrow at me as he looks at my guitars.  

“OK but if I get a call  that you're fooling around somewhere with someone, you will be in big trouble Missie.” he says giving me a sirius. 

“Yes sir.” I say with a wink and a smile. I walk out and to my locker.