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waystarresourceco Ā· 1 year ago
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So general question - how are folks thinking about day school vs boarding school for the Roy kids?
I think what we know via the show/script/interviews is:
Kendall attended Buckley which is a k-9 school
Per "Prague" Roman attended St. Andrew's, presumably a reference to St. Andrew's-Sewanee School in Tennessee which is a 6-12 middle/high school (where Roman was probably a boarding student given location)
Alan Ruck has stated he thinks Connor was shipped off to boarding school for most of his educational life
Based on this, I think I had assumed Kendall and Shiv had attended day school and lived at home until college, but in reading some old interviews I came across the below video clip where Sarah mentions Shiv (or maybe all of the kids?) might have also attended boarding school for at least some portion of schooling. On a semi-related note, there's also this clip of Annabelle Dexter-Jones mentioning that Naomi attended a mix of boarding and day schools which may be semi-relevant just considering Naomi's in the same wealth bracket as the Roys (although probably not in the same social circles due to old v. new money, politics, and a few other things).
So I guess where I'm coming out on this is...maybe Shiv also attended boarding school? I can't find anything where Jeremy mentions boarding or day school one way or the other but I could see a world where (a) all the kids attended boarding schools or (b) if they didn't all attend boarding school, Kendall is the one Logan is least likely to allow out of his watch if he was already "troubled" in Logan's view but still rotating it all in my brain (and would be happy to chat about/hear others views)...
Clip of Sarah Snook mentioning boarding school below the cut for those interested:
Q:Ā  Have you as an actor thought about what Shivā€™s childhood was like or maybe even had explicit conversations with Jesse about what did shiv go through in her childhood until we meet her on screen?
A:Ā  Yeah. Yeah, I mean, you sort of create a roadmap of imaginative kind of work in what their experiences would have been and what it is like to be shepherded around and farmed off to some ā€“ probably in boarding school overseas for a bit, or college overseas at least; or you know, holiday-house to holiday-house which none of them really feel like a home. I love that bit where sheā€™s showing her dad all the houses and homes that they have and he just doesnā€™t recognize them. The monumental wealth that these people have which leaves them sort of lost and kind of displaced in the world, and especially if they donā€™t have a home, sort of family strength and foundation to call home.ā€ (x)
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girls-and-honey Ā· 10 months ago
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doing dishes isn't supposed to be a monumental task but you know what sometimes it is and I can't explain why. anyway today I did all the dishes in my apartment yay me
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hauntingblue Ā· 8 months ago
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I love how when zoro is left alone he just gets lost and drinks. Amazing. You are unwell
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astarlightmonbebe Ā· 9 months ago
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"don't think i don't know who you are" i'm SCREAMING
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fireboltstims Ā· 2 years ago
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Board for one of our Sonic fictives, Zephyr!! With body stims, checkerboard patterns, and fire!
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buzz-stims Ā· 2 years ago
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donquixote rosinante (one piece) stimboard with hearts and black fluff for @myaphelion
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fingertipsmp3 Ā· 1 year ago
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Just remembered another fucked up paint story (will put in tags because idk I like talking in tags more than actually in the post)
#so my friend works in a shop in which they do a lot of stuff with tools. and theyā€™ve recently moved location so they didnā€™t have a tool#board or anything. so sheā€™s there by herself this one day; itā€™s a quiet day (because theyā€™ve just opened and no one knows theyā€™re there)#and sheā€™s like ā€˜iā€™ve got this giant plank of wood; iā€™m going to make a tool board i can mount on this wallā€™. so she gets it sized#how she wants it and idk.. cuts and sands it. donā€™t ask me iā€™m not good at carpentry. but then sheā€™s like ā€˜i want to paint this black so th#tools will show up better and itā€™ll show up against the wall and look goodā€™ so she finds some black acrylic paint in the shop#quickly she realises that the shit is watery as fuck and it will probably take 6-7 coats to be opaque and sheā€™s like.. i donā€™t have that#kind of time. i work 7 hour shifts. i have to serve customers and fix stuff with my tools#so she calls up this 83 year old man that she randomly knows? i still donā€™t know how she met this man. not that itā€™s weird to know an 83#year old man but i still donā€™t know under what circumstances she met him or why they continue each otherā€™s acquaintance. anyway.#she rings him and heā€™s like ā€˜iā€™ve got this black paint that was my granddadā€™s. itā€™s yours if itā€™s still functional as paintā€™#so she takes him up on that and he drives to the shop (no idea if this man has a license or can see or even should be driving btw)#and drops off this gigantic tin of pre-war black paint. she opens it and itā€™s rock solid. the brush doesnā€™t go in. she has to stab it with#a chisel. however once she does that; the paint underneath is like a dream. the texture is perfectly smooth and opaque in one coat#she finishes painting though and her hands and forearms are COVERED in the stuff. and it doesnā€™t wash off#by the time she came to see me and told me this story sheā€™d showered three times and scrubbed her arms and most of it was still on there#i was like ā€˜you realise that you are going to die of lead poisoning from this pre civil war lead paint right?ā€™ and she was like ā€˜yepā€™#ā€˜but look at the tool board!ā€™ ā€˜fuck the tool board does look great actuallyā€™ ā€˜right??ā€™#so thatā€™s the story of the fucked up paint. what made me a little crazy is that that century old paint dried faster than whatever paint my#dad gave me to paint that model bomb shelter. how does that shit make sense#it didnā€™t dry up in the can over the course of a hundred years but it dried on the board. explain#personal
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vagueshape Ā· 1 year ago
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Why does making stuff have to be so expensive hhhhhhh
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adriankyte-writes Ā· 1 month ago
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My first job was making salads in a deli when I was 16. I thought everyone knew this.
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cassmouse Ā· 3 months ago
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Poured my blood sweat and tears into removing, acquiring and adding switches into this fucking board and now some of them are WONKY and NOT IN THERE PROPERLY and SORTA DODGE I'm never doing this ever again
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ayyyyysexual Ā· 1 year ago
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Tumblr on the Seven Seas
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šŸ“ā€ā˜ ļø white-beard Follow
Can we stop all normalising the use of "sc*rvy" as a fun little thing to call people?? I literally had sc*rvy last year and it was even worse than when I got my hand cut off. Fuck anyone who uses the S word without even considering how triggering it can be to those of us who have ACTUALLY suffered though it
šŸŒ… castedaway Follow
No wenches?
šŸ“ā€ā˜ ļø white-beard Follow
Honestly you people are so insufferable I genuinely hope you walk the plank
šŸŒ… castedaway Follow
AHOY???
šŸ‘ plundermebooty Follow
Okay but OP is literally a landlubber, mateys
šŸŒ“ pegmeg
nahhh why is it literally always landlubbers faking scurvy and sending plank threats ā˜ ā˜ 
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šŸ—”wagscallion Follow
everyone says "land ho!" but never "land ma'am"
šŸ’Ø matelotsaboteur
Really makes you think
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šŸ’ƒ crossdressing101 Follow
this whole crew was so gullible ngl, i just cut my hair and dressed in my fathers clothes and they all fell for it, hook line and sinker??
šŸ’ƒ crossdressing101 Follow
honestly im surprised no one has found me out yet. surely i dont seem that much like a man? i mean it makes this way easier but like. im still a woman. obviously
šŸ•ŗ crossdressing101 Follow
mateys i have come to a shocking realisation,
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ā›µ privatesteer Follow
wildest argument for piracy i've ever heard was that the gold stored on government ships is dangerous cause it weighs them down, so they're just 'lightening the load'
šŸ§œā€ā™€ļø kiss-pretty-ocean324 Follow
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ā›µ privatesteer Follow
no thanks
šŸ•¶ monstermaterdeactivated16520210
outta my way gayboy im boutta get it
šŸ•¶ monstermaterdeactivated16520210
i have drowned at sea
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šŸŒ boat-enthusiast Follow
i am SO sick of the term "ship-shape" like, matey, which shape?? Ships come in so many fucking shapes like have non of you ever boarded more than one vessel in your career???? Anyway fake ship fans DNI with this post i can NOT be bothered with your tomfuckery today
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girl its not that deep ā˜ 
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to YOU. i just get it
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šŸ™ā€ā™‚ļø dudeindistress Follow
honestly being held for ransom isnt that bad. kinda nice to be held
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šŸ¦œ pollypockets Follow
SQUAWK
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CAW SQUAWK SQUAWK
šŸ¦œ pollypockets Follow
CA-CAW
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šŸ‘ plundermebooty Follow
the cabin boy just winked at me?? after offering to help clean my gun? privately. in my quarters. tonight.
šŸ‘ plundermebooty Follow
i think i hauve scurvy
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šŸŒŠ swabmydick Follow
mateys I SWEARR my captain and his first mate are gonna kiss before our next voyage. they literally have so much romantic tension every time i see them its nauseating
šŸ•¶ longjohngolderdeactivated16511205
wtf its so problematic and harmful to ship real people?? unfollowing rn i thought you were better than this
šŸŒŠ swabmydick Follow
i literally rob and kill people for a living?????? that's where you draw the line???
šŸŒ“ pegmeg
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op killed them
šŸŒŠ swabmydick Follow
even better news mateys, they kissed ā˜ ā˜ ā˜ 
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asouthfacingfridge Ā· 7 months ago
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Good news: I fixed my keyboard. The A key is perfect again
Bad news: I lost a tiny part and had to improvise and now the W key works, but types from just being touched now
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foldingfittedsheets Ā· 2 months ago
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When I was with my ex Taylor and living in Arizona we were roommates with two of her friends.The living situation ended up being Wildly Toxic itā€™s the one where they said we couldnā€™t use kitchenware when we said we were moving out. We left and cut contact.
But I do have one regret. I had gotten along quite well with the guy in the couple when I first met him. We texted while Taylor and I were still long distance and because I was working at a sex shop he was quite transparent with me about considering a dick piercing. We chatted about aftercare and the saltwater rinses heā€™d have to do.
One day he sent me a text informing me that he wanted to send me a video but it had his penis in it, and was that okay? I was so curious I immediately said yes.
The video started on a mirror with his waist framed in shot. Lacking his face all I saw was his flaccid penis and a small glass of water. His new piercing gleamed like a single eye at the tip of his cock. He grabbed his limp penis and in a gruff voice demanded, ā€œTalk you son of a bitch!ā€
He grabbed his floppy freshly pierced dick and dunked it in the salt water while insisting, ā€œWe know you know! Spill it!ā€
He pulled it up and did a gibbering little penis voice, pleading, ā€œPlease, I donā€™t know anything-ā€œ
Then he shoved it back into the water, flopping it around as if the water boarded dick was flailing in distress making outrageous ā€œBlub-hrygh-ghlugggh,ā€ sounds.
It was hands down one of the funniest things Iā€™ve ever seen in my life. I watched it over and over until tears were streaming down my face. When things ended terribly with that couple and we cut contact I deleted the video as it seemed inappropriate to keep now that we werenā€™t friends.
But I still think about the comedy gold heā€™d enacted in front of that mirror.
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pepperyduck Ā· 17 days ago
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this is love ft. kento nanami
a/n: a few sappy slices of life with my main man :3 enjoy as i dig up motivation to finish kinktober. 18+ mdni!
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"honey?" kento's voice is muffled through the door as he calls out to you, "everything okay?" the door rattles as he tries to open it, knob jingling.
"uhm, yeah! everything's fine!" you nervously shout, much too loud, and rush to unplug the iron that had melted your husband's favorite shirt. you panic and yelp when the hot iron scorches the side on your hand, throwing the stupid device to the ground in a clatter.
"why is the door lockedā€”are you okay?" he asks, voice becoming more concerned as he hears the movement inside.
"i'mā€”i'm fine! promise! just give me a minute!" you're rushing into your shared master bathroom to run cold water over your hand, and kentoā€™s using a screwdriver pulled from thin air to break into your bedroom. tears well in your eyes when you catch the sight of kento seeing his favorite shirt burnt and melted to his own ironing board. "iā€™m so sorryā€¦"
in reality, he doesnā€™t care about the shirtā€”heā€™s already at your side to inspect your burnt hand. after a few seconds, he speaks.
"did you try to iron my shirt for me?" nanami asks, a small smile on his face, "you didnā€™t have to do that." he turns off the faucet and takes a small towel to dry your hand off.
"i tried to, iā€™m sorryā€”i didnā€™t know it would do that." you apologize, looking down at the cold tile flooring in defeat.
"oh, honey." he coos, "itā€™s only a shirt."
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"have you seen your father?" you ask your son, yÅ«, whoā€™s sat at the dining table, eating breakfast. he shakes his head no, and when you look at your daughter, mayu, she does the same.
"jeez," you grumble to yourself, bedroom slippers pattering down the hallway as you go to search for your husband. saturday mornings were his time to sleep in, but realistically, he never slept past 9am. and currently, it was nearing 10am.
you check everywhere. he isnā€™t found in the bedroom, living room, his office, the garage, the patio or in the little garden he kept. upstairs, downstairs, everywhere, he isnā€™t there. and when you check in your bedroom for the last time, you hear a soft buzzing coming from the bathroom. upon entering, you see your husband bent over the counter, leaning close in the mirror as he shaves his stubble with an electric razor.
"there you areā€”when did you get that?"
kento had always been a clean shaven kind of man, going to a barber shop once every two weeks for his straight razor shave. it hadnā€™t even crossed your mind he didnā€™t go after work yesterday.
but when he looks at youā€”you burst out laughing. heā€™d shaven most of his beard off, but a few fuzzy patches remained on his cheeks, along with a mustache grazing his upper lip. peach fuzz and a few knicks litter his chin. this was the first time youā€™d seen him unable to do anything perfectly. and he looks ridiculous.
"is it really that bad?" he groans, pouting when you wrap your arms around yourself in a giggling fit. you shake your head, although your unforgiving laughs are a testament to the opposite.
"noā€”no, let me help," you say after calming down.
after gathering a new razor and some shaving cream, you sit atop the counter and your husband stands between your legs. kento is surprised how flawlessly you shave his face, without creating any more marks or cuts. you giggle and kiss him, getting some shaving cream on your face.
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"ken?" you shout from the kitchen, where youā€™re sat, working on your dissertation. itā€™s been a long road of blood, sweat, and many, many tears; but youā€™re finally getting towards the end. about to earn a doctorate.
"yes, darling?" kento replies, walking into the kitchen on queue, his timing impeccable.
"can you read over this paragraph, please?" you kindly ask of him, pointing to your most recent written paragraph. he leans over you, planting one firm palm on the table, the other on your back; his eyes read along the sentences and his fingers tap along your spine.
"ah," his finger becomes more focused on a certain word, "wrong 'there', honey."
"no it's not..." you instantly retort, squinting your tired eyes to read over your writing. and you're right, it was the correct one the first time. this was his version of teasing you. but kento couldn't keep up the face much longer before he's giving in with a shit-eating grin you didn't see that often. "you're funny." you groan as kento stands back up.
after reading over the paragraph for about the nineteenth time, you notice kento silently slipping you some tea before turning back around to keep himself busy with cleaning. you absentmindedly take a few sips, then some more...and you find yourself becoming more and more sleepy...
and you're out like a light, forehead pressed directly against the table as a puddle of drool forms on the papers below. kento already has a warm blanket straight from the dryer to drape over you, and you stir just enough to get comfy on your arms.
kento knows that his back will hurt in the morning, but he sits around the corner of the table next to you, settling his head into his arms to drift off to sleep alongside you.
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music of your taste plays rather quietly in the kitchen. you stir the pot of soup and inhale the flavorful aroma that wafts through the air.
kento sets two bowls next to the stove, then rummages through your silverware drawer to find two spoons. the kids are at their grandparents for the weekend, it's only you and your husband, converted into the duo you were long ago.
you step away from the stove to go fill up two glasses of wine, the brand kento had as his favorite had slowly turned into your favorite over time, too.
kento fills up the two bowls to the brim of the delicious food, grinning on the inside at the simplicity of it all. just you and him. he lids the pot with the matching glass top and makes his way over to the table.
you set out place mats for the both of you, then place the wine glasses in their prospective areas. kento places the bowls on top of the mats as you grab the spoons from the counter.
in the kitchen, your bodies subconsciously dance around each other. carefully, in perfect tune and pace. delicate steps of a routine formed over so much time together.
in the universe, your souls are tied, striding alongside one another in each lifetime repeated.
and this, is love.
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mariacallous Ā· 5 months ago
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The Ocean Sciences Building at the University of Washington in Seattle is a brightly modern, four-story structure, with large glass windows reflecting the bay across the street.
On the afternoon of July 7, 2016, it was being slowly locked down.
Red lights began flashing at the entrances as students and faculty filed out under overcast skies. Eventually, just a handful of people remained inside, preparing to unleash one of the most destructive forces in the natural world: the crushing weight of about 2Ā½ miles of ocean water.
In the buildingā€™s high-pressure testing facility, a black, pill-shaped capsule hung from a hoist on the ceiling. About 3 feet long, it was a scale model of a submersible called Cyclops 2, developed by a local startup called OceanGate. The companyā€™s CEO, Stockton Rush, had cofounded the company in 2009 as a sort of submarine charter service, anticipating a growing need for commercial and research trips to the ocean floor. At first, Rush acquired older, steel-hulled subs for expeditions, but in 2013 OceanGate had begun designing what the company called ā€œa revolutionary new manned submersible.ā€ Among the subā€™s innovations were its lightweight hull, which was built from carbon fiber and could accommodate more passengers than the spherical cabins traditionally used in deep-sea diving. By 2016, Rushā€™s dream was to take paying customers down to the most famous shipwreck of them all: the Titanic, 3,800 meters below the surface of the Atlantic Ocean.
Engineers carefully lowered the Cyclops 2 model into the testing tank nose-first, like a bomb being loaded into a silo, and then screwed on the tankā€™s 3,600-pound lid. Then they began pumping in water, increasing the pressure to mimic a submersibleā€™s dive. If youā€™re hanging out at sea level, the weight of the atmosphere above you exerts 14.7 pounds per square inch (psi). The deeper you go, the stronger that pressure; at the Titanicā€™s depth, the pressure is about 6,500 psi. Soon, the pressure gauge on UWā€™s test tank read 1,000 psi, and it kept ticking upā€”2,000 psi, 5,000 psi. At about the 73-minute mark, as the pressure in the tank reached 6,500 psi, there was a sudden roar and the tank shuddered violently.
ā€œI felt it in my body,ā€ an OceanGate employee wrote in an email later that night. ā€œThe building rocked, and my ears rang for a long time.ā€
ā€œScared the shit out of everyone,ā€ he added.
The model had imploded thousands of meters short of the safety margin OceanGate had designed for.
In the high-stakes, high-cost world of crewed submersibles, most engineering teams would have gone back to the drawing board, or at least ordered more models to test. Rushā€™s company didnā€™t do either of those things. Instead, within months, OceanGate began building a full-scale Cyclops 2 based on the imploded model. This submersible design, later renamed Titan, eventually made it down to the Titanic in 2021. It even returned to the site for expeditions the next two years. But nearly one year ago, on June 18, 2023, Titan dove to the infamous wreck and imploded, instantly killing all five people onboard, including Rush himself.
The disaster captivated and horrified the world. Deep-sea experts criticized OceanGateā€™s choices, from Titanā€™s carbon-fiber construction to Rushā€™s public disdain for industry regulations, which he believed stifled innovation. Organizations that had worked with OceanGate, including the University of Washington as well as the Boeing Company, released statements denying that they contributed to Titan.
A trove of tens of thousands of internal OceanGate emails, documents, and photographs provided exclusively to WIRED by anonymous sources sheds new light on Titanā€™s development, from its initial design and manufacture through its first deep-sea operations. The documents, validated by interviews with two third-party suppliers and several former OceanGate employees with intimate knowledge of Titan, reveal never-before-reported details about the design and testing of the submersible. They show that Boeing and the University of Washington were both involved in the early stages of OceanGateā€™s carbon-fiber sub project, although their work did not make it into the final Titan design. The trove also reveals a company culture in which employees who questioned their bossesā€™ high-speed approach and decisions were dismissed as overly cautious or even fired. (The former employees who spoke to WIRED have asked not to be named for fear of being sued by the families of those who died aboard the vessel.) Most of all, the documents show how Rush, blinkered by his own ambition to be the Elon Musk of the deep seas, repeatedly overstated OceanGateā€™s progress and, on at least one occasion, outright lied about significant problems with Titanā€™s hull, which has not been previously reported.
A representative for OceanGate, which ceased all operations last summer, declined to comment on WIREDā€™s findings.
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teddybeartoji Ā· 1 month ago
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ā€œlook at me, hm?ā€
toji's voice is barely above a whisper, his words softer than ever. with his hands circled around your middle, he stands there behind you, his chest glued against your back like a big bear. his heavy head rests on your shoulder, eyes locked onto yours in a quiet plea. you think you hear a pout in his tone.Ā 
but you donā€™t give him a reaction, gaze locked onto the vegetables on the cutting board in front of you.
youā€™re upset with him and toji feels like he's dying.
all of this just because you're jealous.
because the love of his life is jealous.Ā 
toji only spared her a glance, brushing her off and saying that his partner is waiting for him ā€“ sheā€™s the one that went on and on, talking about the milk carton in his hands as if toji had never seen it before. but little do you know, every single word that spilled from the stranger, went in one ear and right out the other ā€“ toji couldnā€™t be less interested in anybody other than you. if you were to crack open his head and take a look around, itā€™d be all you. you and your laugh, you and your eyes, you and your hands, you and your hobbies. you and you and you. even when he was standing there with the milk carton in his hand, the only thing on his mind was how heā€™s going to watch you chomp down a big bowl of cereal the next morning.Ā 
you just happened to see the moment the woman leaned closer with a charming smile on her lips and her hand on his forearm while saying her goodbye, and that was enough for the ugly thoughts to bully themselves into your head.
even though you trust toji, you know he doesnā€™t entertain any flirting attempts that might come his way, but sometimesā€¦ sometimes you just canā€™t help but feel that you might not be enough. what if he did think the woman was more beautiful, or maybe he did find the guy, who asked for his help at the gym the other day, hot? what if he found them more interesting than you, what if he feels himself stuck to you against his will?Ā 
you heard your own words swimming around in your head and cringed at yourself, ashamed that you were letting that weird growth of jealousy torment you.
but it had already taken root.Ā 
that evil, ugly little thing in the back of your mind. and you couldnā€™t shake it.
not on your own at least.Ā 
toji had made his way over to you, taking his place by your side while squinting at the little piece of paper in his hands. but you were quiet, more so than usual, and toji isnā€™t stupid ā€“ he might not be the best with feelings and emotions, but he does know you.Ā 
he could tell just by the way you avoided his gaze, the way you started to shorten your answers. the way you pulled away and into yourself ā€“ he watched you disappear into your own head right in front of his eyes and he hated it.Ā 
but not wanting to push any wrong buttons here in public, he swallowed your silence with a heavy heart and guided you to your car with a hand on your lower back. heā€™s not as afraid as he used to be ā€“ he isnā€™t as scared to step into your space, now knowing that this is just what you need sometimes. a little push, a little nudge, to break free from the vines of envy and jealousy and doubt. heā€™ll burn them, heā€™ll cut you free.Ā 
the car ride home was quiet. with your head rested against the window and eyes set on the passing buildings and cars, toji found himself stealing glances at you every chance he got. oh, how he hated the pout on your lips, the very same one youā€™re wearing now. all he wanted to do was to take you into his arms and kiss you, hold you. to make you laugh. to make you forget every single thing that has ever bothered you.
toji let you simmer for exactly ten minutes, just enough for you to change into your pyjamas and to wash up before deciding on your distraction ā€“ the dishes. he snuck up on you as silently as he could; the tips of his fingers itched to feel your skin under them, his ears tired from the silence in the apartment. the sigh that you let out as he pressed himself flush against you, sounded better than anything before. toji had already started to miss you in those twenty minutes you were away from him.Ā 
ā€œpleaseā€¦ ā€œ
itā€™s not often you get to hear that word, especially in that tone, so itā€™s hard for you to ignore the stuttering of your poor, sensitive heart. his nose nudges against your cheek and you put down the knife to lean into him on instinct; with your hands on top of his, your bodies mold together like pieces of a puzzle.Ā 
ā€œyou know youā€™re the only one for meā€¦ā€Ā 
the words form in the back of his mouth and roll from his tongue like a low purr. theyā€™re coated in something sweet, in something only you get to see and feel. his arms tighten around you and you know he means it. his heart beats against your back, as nervous as it is confident. heā€™s sure about his statement but a part of him is still scared that you wonā€™t have him. that youā€™ll leave him.Ā 
ā€œshe talked about the milk, thatā€™s all she did, sweetheart.ā€ gently, he sways your bodies side to side,Ā letting the warmth of his body engulf you as he ropes you back to him.
ā€œyeah?ā€
ā€œyeah.ā€
ā€œdo you believe me?ā€
itā€™s something youā€™ve been practicing in order to get rid of any remaining specks of doubt. it goes both ways; he trusts that youā€™ll say whatā€™s on your mind and you do the same.Ā 
honesty.Ā 
raw and real.
ā€œyes.ā€
toji lets out a little puff of air through his nostrils, a wave of relief settling into his body. he knows itā€™s not over just yet, but itā€™s a start.
ā€œcan i kiss you?ā€
tojiā€™s mossy green eyes meet yours for the first time in what feels like forever and all he can think about is how much you mean to him. his darling, his baby. heā€™s not one to be a sap, but hell, when it comes to you, heā€™s more than willing to drop to his knees and recite love poems for you if thatā€™s what youā€™d like. anything and everything.Ā 
he watches your eyes flick down to his mouth and then back up again and the little nod you give him is more than enough for him to finally press his lips to yours in a needy, hungry kiss. you melt into each other ā€“ skin against skin, tongue against tongue, it just feels right. the spark between you is still there, burning brighter than ever after all the time youā€™ve spent together. over hills and mountains, through lakes and rivers ā€“ nothing is too much or too little for the two of you to conquer together. heā€™ll be there for you and youā€™ll be there for him.Ā 
ā€œā€˜m all yours, sweetheart.ā€
his hushed words slip right between your lips and slither their way down your throat. inside, they bloom and they flourish.Ā they overtake the rotting weeds that were growing there before and you feel it. you feel it happen. he breathes into you and you become alive again.
"i love you."
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