#i still don’t know

[aroace-everyday]

Aroace!

[the-real-illinois]

I am reading 4 books at once

fear me

[spid3r-trans]

Mermaid Miles.

Shitty boat, shitty crew, shitty captain.

Well, Captain might be too generous of a word. Captain implies an earned rank, a position of power— not someone who stole his ship from an unsuspecting bureaucrat, who’s crew gave him the title in irony— but either way, the SS Anarchy is under the command of Captain Hobie Brown.

She’s held together by nails and rope— and worse— by a band of teenage runaways with a knack for getting into trouble. It’s a wonder that the ship is still afloat, let alone careening across a turbulent sea as she is now.

A heavy storm is brewing in the clouds overhead, but still the naval ships are hot in pursuit, undeterred by the worsening weather.

“Gwen,“ Hobie shouts over the sound of waves crashing, “Tell me you’ve got good news!”

His first mate peers down at him from the top of the lookout tower, her face grim.

“I didn’t want to alarm anyone,” she says barely audible above the wind, “but things are definitely not going in our favor right now!”

It’s the understatement of the century. Some sort of…vortex, a whirlpool, has started to form in the water in front of the ship— pulling them towards an inevitable, watery, grave.

“Gwendy!” He shouts back, “if we survive this, you’re fired.” It’s an empty threat, none of them actually have jobs or assigned roles, but this doesn’t stop Gwen from her dry response.

“Aye, aye captain!”

There’s nothing he can do. No order he can give, no enemy to distract, no trick he can use to get them out of this. So Hobie grits his teeth and gives his crew one final piece of advice.

“Everyone, hang on to something!”

——

Hobie shouldn’t have survived. In fact, he’s not convinced he did survive. He can remember the water rising up around him, the crack of the hull as she split, something hitting him on the head— and then darkness. He remembers darkness but also, bizarrely, a flash of yellow— hazy in his memory but still present. No, there’s no way he survived. Yet, here he is— sputtering and coughing on a beach.

His eyes have to adjust as he sits up, and even after, he has to blink several times to make sure they’re working properly. What he sees only confirms his theories. There’s no way he survived— because what he’s looking at is impossible.

Carefully perched upon a rock a few feet from the shore, blinking back at Hobie curiously— is his savior. A boy around his age, dark-skinned with sun-freckled cheeks. Golden scales dapple his entire body, matching the ones that extend down his torso into a long tail. A living myth, a legend— and above all —the most beautiful creature Hobie has ever seen.

[earthfluuke]

my two friends miraculously found these two babies at an anime convention last year and gifted them to me for my birthday. i finally put them together, and they’re just too cute. now i’ll have sarawatine staring at me while i work❤️

[thatshadowgastwhore]

I just had a moment where I fully couldn’t tell if a post was about Jason Todd or Jason Grace. Talks of a manor, but also Greek gods. Is this just Jason Todd, and the gods are a la Wonder Woman? Is it about the wolf house and/or a Jason grace au? No one, especially me, knows

[gracie-rosee]

When I thought “less than a minute,” was going to be the worst of the pain. Iykyk.

Do NOT read Iron Flame guys. If you care about your sanity, that is.

[neyxmessi]

the allegations will never stop

[dciyaoi]

CAROLINA CROWN 2009 — The Grass Is Always Greener

“The Grass is Always Greener" was the most successful show in Carolina Crown's illustrious history, launching the corps into second place at the 2009 DCI World Championships. Loosely based off of Peter Pan.

[stuffed-frog]

The struggle of considering whether you want to keep a fluffy and light piece of media fluffy and light or if you want to take it way too seriously

[iamthemaestro]

does anyone know what we’re supposed to do (finished the secret history) (again)

[girlvinland]

When JoJo part 7 gets announced I’m going to rewrite my Diego x Dr. Ferdinand fic

[babythegod]

[dissociative-waffle]

I have dropped kicked another child. This one was a nice child <3

[bisexual-nightmare]

I know gender is meaningless and is whatever I want it to be but man, sometimes figuring out presentation really sucks.

Sometimes I dream of top surgery. Fuck boobs, right? They’re unwieldy and annoying and sweat gets stuck in there and I hate hate hate when a partner touches them in a sexual manner and I suspect there are days where the word ‘dysphoric’ really applies re: my relationship to my chest - and other days they’re not enough and I somehow want more. I own push ups and sports bras both. And like, fine, whatever. I get it. Genderfluid means sometimes even I don’t know what I wanna be, I guess, it’s fine. And it’s not just boobs! It’s hair, it’s clothing, it’s makeup, it’s everything. Anything.

And it’s so frustrating not knowing. Some of it’s my other psychological issues I bet and some of it’s probably lingering societal pressure, intended or otherwise, but mostly it’s just. Exhausting. Do I want to tip masc today or do I want to go femme? Do I want to exist somewhere in the middle, or do I want to embody both, or do I want to baffle the world with an expression they can’t even begin to pick apart? Sometimes I know! Sometimes I can put together a plan and it feels amazing when it all comes together, like my skin sits right, and the day is glorious.

And sometimes it sits right, but only for a little while. Only an hour or two or five and then it all starts to itch again, and I get tense and snappish and seethe under the discomfort, at the betrayal of my own mind and my own body, and I hate it, I hate my body, I hate myself. And I curl up in bed full of self loathing and exhaustion and that endless, interminable itch.

Anyway. I don’t have any solution for this, obviously. I really do believe that gender is whatever you want/need it to be, and presentation should be fun and enjoyable. It’s freeing, not being trapped into the mindset that things have to be one singular correct way.

But sometimes freedom is just. so. exhausting, and I just want to rest.

[velidewrites]

Danika is so cool

[rabbit-bf]

[pls read my dni before interacting]

Merry Christmas from the elves!! Tinker decided to show me Santas future predicting snow globe that helped him save Christmas that one time. Fascinating stuff!