#peace at sea

[archester-creations]

finally decided to do this with peace at sea

@rwbyrarepairs

[idontknowwhattocallthisanymore]

a just-for-fun rwby rarepair tournament poll featuring only my favourite ships. who knows maybe ill do something for the winner. adorable art by @rubyneo

i dont know if you'll want it, but if you do @rwbyrarepairs

[violentlyscreaming]

I grabbed these from ao3 tagged rare pair and a Reddit post. I’m very sorry if I didn’t hit your favorite Rarepair- I tried to pick ones I didn’t think would be super popular?

[howdoyoudothedew]

Rated: T

Pairing: Peace at sea (Dove Bronzewing/Neptune Vasilias)

Word Count: ~1k

A/N: "Hey we hooked up last night and it turns out you are my child's teacher" au ft. sex-repulsed asexual Neptune

“All alone?”

Neptune looked up, then slightly down because the person was short and he’d overshot. Maybe the alcohol addled his brain more than he thought. Eyes dark like the night sky looked at him from behind a blonde fringe. “Yeah.”

“I’ll join you,” the guy said and did just that. Neptune blinked as the guy sat in the seat next to him. There were dark circles under the guy’s eyes. They weren’t real dark ones, like he had a history of bad sleep, but lighter ones like the bad sleep was just this week. He had a collared button up on, the top three buttons all unbuttoned.

"Why?" Neptune asked.

"You seem lonely," the guy said and took a drink from his cup. Neptune didn't realize the guy ordered anything. Nor had he seen the bartender appear. "Not that it's really any of my business."

Neptune shrugged his shoulders, because the guy was right. He was sort of lonely, in that late night kind of way where he wanted intimacy, closeness. But it was something he more or less learned to live with. It was hard to trust anyone with the level of intimacy he wanted without the fear of them being mad about him not being able to give anything more.

The guy– Dove– ended up being funny in a dry sort of way. He was easy to talk to, too, and maybe the alcohol fueled his actions just a bit as he confessed everything about his loneliness in a way he's never told anyone. And when Dove paid for both their drinks and pushed away from the bar, asking Neptune if he wanted to spend the night with him, Neptune stood up to follow.

Dove hadn't lied. Not once throughout the night had Neptune been pressured to do anything he wasn't comfortable with. It was sensual and intimate, but not sexual. It felt like Dove could read everything Neptune did and didn't want. And he'd honestly enjoyed it. It was nice to experience that level of intimacy with someone without feeling worried. Dove even made breakfast for him the morning after. Neptune kind of wanted that again. Okay, Neptune really wanted that again. Except he didn't know the guy's last name or phone number. Something that Neptune bemoaned plenty over the next few days, as was befitting letting quite possibly the man of your dreams get away like an absolute idiot. And he was planning to continue bemoaning today while his daughter was at school since it was his day off, until his daughter reminded him her history teacher wanted to speak with him after school. He dressed as quickly as he could, nearly putting on mismatched socks and shoes and stumbling while he did. Then he left to pickup his daughter and meet the teacher.

“I’m so sorry I’m late,” Neptune apologized as he entered the room the woman at the front desk directed him to. There was a short man at the whiteboard, writing up what Neptune assumed would be for the morning’s class. He caught the words ‘Great War’ in large print and blue marker. The only indication Neptune got that Mr. Bronzewing heard him come in was a held up finger, a sign to wait as the teacher looked from his notes to what he was writing. Neptune stood awkwardly somewhere between actually in the room and in the doorframe.

The marker was capped and placed on the tray at the bottom of the whiteboard. “I want to move your daughter to my honours class," the teacher said in a voice that felt like it should be familiar to Neptune, but his mind was more stuck on the words.

“But she’s failing," Neptune said.

“I know.” Mr. Bronzewing walked over to lean against the desk, and the second Neptune saw his face he knew why his voice sounded familiar. Suddenly all he could think about was that night. His daughter's history teacher– because that's who he was pining for apparently– didn't show any reaction when their eyes met. “She’s bored in this class. I think she’d do better in the more advanced one. It’s smaller and more involved.”

"You…" Neptune sat down in one of the desks. His legs didn't fit properly in it, so he couldn’t do anything about the way they stuck out the bottom as a clear tripping hazard.

"Truly think she can do it," Mr. Bronzewing– Dove– said, though that wasn't the actual ending to Neptune's sentence. Somehow Neptune had the clear impression that Dove knew that too. Which meant, despite the lack of reaction, Dove remembered too. Neptune tried to swallow around a tongue that felt suddenly too dry.

"If you think she can do it, I'm willing to move her," Neptune said, and Dove's eyebrows rose slightly in a pleased sort of surprise. And Neptune was surprised himself that he could apparently read this monotone man who he only spent one night with so clearly.

"I'll have to ask her as well, of course," Dove said.

"Of course." Neptune nodded. "Thank you for moving her, instead of just giving her up as a lost cause."

Dove nodded slowly and this time Neptune felt like he was the one who could read all the unspoken words.

Or most of them.

"Now," Dove said. "Should we get her and go get dinner?"

Neptune's eyebrows raised in surprise. "I- What?"

"Dinner," Dove said with a slight smile. Neptune swallowed again and it was a little easier in the face of it.

"I'd like that," Neptune said. "Just let me go get her and I'll meet you at the front?"

Dove grabbed his keys and bag and nodded. Neptune tried not to fall as he extricated himself from the desk. This time he vowed to get Dove's number by the end of the date.

[magic-can]

Senators are going to vote on whether or not we should continue to send aid to Israel on Wednesday, November 13th. Call them, bombard their phone lines with calls. Every fucking day. We have a chance of doing something about this.

While you are at it, please share @zinaanqar ‘s campaign (link here)

[pinktwingirl]

I went to a pro-Palestine protest and I later saw that one of the local newspapers had written about it calling it a “pro-Hamas” rally. I left a lengthy comment on the article telling off the author for journalistic malpractice because not one of speakers at the rally ever said that they supported Hamas. He also conveniently omitted the fact that Jewish Voice for Peace was a major organizer of the event to try and make it seem like every single person at the rally was a Muslim. A few days later, the article got taken down. Keep calling out the mainstream media on their hypocrisy and dishonesty - your advocacy DOES make a difference!

[alteredstatesstuff]

out to sea

[reaper-of-light-12]

If the world were truly a bad place the sea would not crash against the shore in such a mesmerizing display of untamable power and indescribable beauty

[svndvn]

Another water/sea themed painting !

[slushyseals]

Run! Run little bird! The vacuum is coming for you!

[describe-things]

[ID: Two black and white photos of Kwame Ture/Stokely Carmichael, a young Black man, saying into a microphone with a sardonic expression, "In order for non-violence to work, your opponent must have a conscience. The United States has none, has none." End ID.]

[chipsy]

Mental health status: Need to look at the sea for hours and stay quiet.

[summerbunnys-world]

Purple dreams and stunning scenes.

[midnightlockhearth]

Link to video: https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSFYSM16j/

Source:@/middleeasteye on tiktok

Description from the OG video:

Isnotreal returned the bodies of 80 unidentified palestinians taken by its forces.

Some of the bodies were taken by isnotreal forces after they were killed, while others were exhumed from several cemeteries around Gaza, including Al-Shifa cemetery and Al-Nimsawi cemetery in Khan Youins

Pictures were taken of the bodies before burial to facilitate later identification by their families.

[dreamypurplesky]

As there's a genocide going on, we humans complicate things way beyond necessity. I don't want innocent people to die. As simple as that. Not everything is about politics.

[bleakbluejay]

you motherfuckers have no concept of what "land back" or "decolonize" even mean. you're too busy demonizing entire groups of people, terrified, shitting yourselves, that they'll do even half of the horrors to you that you've done to them for decades or centuries. this shit comes off as hella racist for real. you hate arabs so much. you hate first nations people so much. you hate black people so much. even if you sympathize with them, you can't fucking bear the idea of them gaining freedom, independence, autonomy, safety, because you're so, so scared they'll hurt you back and cause chaos in the streets. these same people who just want to rebuild. who just want to go home. who just want to see their families again. who just want food. who just want medical care. who just want dry, warm shelter. you're so focused on the ideas of colonization, of "us vs. them", of one people displacing the other for a state to exist, that you cannot comprehend coexistence, and your only idea of peace is if an entire group of people were just gone and dead.

grow the fuck up. for the love of GOD, grow the fuck up.