#raft building

[lulublack90]

Prompt 11 - Pirate

@wolfstarmicrofic June 11, word count 774

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"It wasn't until you were on top of me, inches from my face, and you'd dipped your head that I realised why I'd been a bit obsessed with you," Sirius said, before Remus had even fully sat down. "Like the second I saw you I just felt good, you know?" Remus nodded. 

"Yeah, same," He admitted. Then, for some unknown reason that only the impulsive part of his brain knew, he blurted out. "I thought you were beautiful," He froze, eyes bulging as he realised what he'd just said. He felt the heat rising in his cheeks. He tried to duck his head, but Sirius caught it with his hands.

"You're beautiful too," His words ghosted across Remus's lips and he shuddered. They didn’t talk much after that. 

That night Remus listened as Sirius padded across the cabin and slipped into James’s bed. He cracked an eye open and watched as they hid under James’s duvet, whispering and giggling as quietly as they could. 

At breakfast the next morning, after they'd made full use of their first dibs cards, Dumbledore announced that they would be creating rafts after lunch.

“So please make sure you are properly attired as we will be heading straight to the lake after you’ve eaten.” 

Remus looked down at the swimming trunks laid out on his bed. He thought about faking being sick to get out of it. All the adults there knew about his illness, so it wouldn’t take much. Sirius came in wearing black trunks with a skull and crossbones across the front and back in the style of a Jolly Rodger. He furrowed his brow at the still fully clothed Remus before his eyebrows shot up in understanding. He turned away and fished through James’s drawer, pulling out a t-shirt that would drown Remus but also had a skull right in the middle of it. It even had long sleeves. 

“Put this on and we can match.” He smiled confidently. “And if anyone says anything, just say you burn easy.” He grabbed up Remus’s trunks and started to prod him towards the bathroom to get changed. 

“But what about my legs?” Remus pleaded. The scars had faded some, but you could still see the silvery lines where the glass had torn them up. When he was five, he'd had his first episode, and he’d fallen on the glass coffee table at his grandparent's house and had a seizure on the shards. He’d been in shorts and a t-shirt. They’d been his first scars. Little did that young boy know that they’d soon have a collection of friends join them as the doctors tried to figure out what was wrong with him. 

“Your legs?” Sirius’s eyes went wide and vulnerable. He swallowed and held the leg of his trunks up. “Then we can match.” And there on Sirius’s soft thigh were dozens of scars, criss-crossing the skin. 

“Sirius, I,” He started, but Sirius waved his concerns aside. 

“If anyone says anything, James and I will sort them out,” He promised. Remus went into the bathroom and got changed. 

“Stunning,” Sirius proclaimed, smacking a kiss on his lips and pulling him towards the door. “Come on, let’s go build a raft.”

The raft-building tools included blue barrels, wooden planks and rope. They were expected to find the best way to get them together and paddle them across the lake. 

“We’ve done this before,” Peter whispered to Remus, conspiratorially making Remus grin. He was feeling good, no one had said anything about the scars on his legs or the long-sleeved t-shirt he was wearing. 

He and Peter brought the supplies to James and Sirius as they masterfully worked together, seeming to read each other’s minds to build a perfect raft. 

They clambered on one at a time to check the knots were secure. Sirius and James paddled out and the raft held. They did a few more tests and were happy with its sturdiness. By this point, the Slytherin team had finished theirs as well. 

Sirius jumped to his feet.   

��“I am a pirate king!” He cried boldly, jumping to his feet and making the raft bob violently. “Hurry men, I wish to board that ship and claim it as my own!” He pointed at the Slytherin raft, where the greasy-haired boy Snape and the ever charming Mulciber were arguing over how to attach the barrels better. Before Remus could say anything, James put an oar in his hands and they started forward. “Avast ye mangy curs, your boat be mine now!” Sirius called to them with a terrible glee in his eyes. Remus shook his head and kept rowing. 

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[ask-a-bot]

It became my sister and one cousin, those animals aren't really dangerous and they have no supervision but here's a picture of the raft

I am both impressed and horrified in equal parts.

Megatron's a bit... protective. Or something.

Humans are easily injured! Often, irreparably so.

And living is a continuous string of dangers, so everyone'd might as well have fun.

[arc-hus]

Floating Bamboo House, Hồng Thái, Vietnam - H&P Architects

[greghatecrimes]

Just read this fic for the first time and the fluff in the last chapter has me giggling imagining both House and Wilson failing to build an Ikea bookshelf, and somehow they end up calling Thirteen to come over and help, and she points out that Wilson’s somehow been reading the instruction picture booklet upside down the entire time

[humaforever]

You know what I love about Harry Hook? He grew up on a ship, he knows his way around sailing, and yet he showed up to a boating competition in a bathtub.

[pherryt]

The Scouts Path

Fandom: Valdemar Ship: Skif/Wintermoon (With background Elspeth/Darkwind, mentioned past one sided Skif/Elspeth, mentioned past Skif/Nyara) Rating: M Wordcount: Chapter 1 - 1857 - Cymry POV Chapter 2 - 2655 - Skif POV Chapter 3 - 1483 - Wintermoon POV Chapter 4 - 3343 - Skif POV Chapter 5 - 1408 - Wintermoon POV Chapter 6 - 1049 - Skif POV Chapter 7 - 1962 - Wintermoon POV Chapter 8 - 1335 - Skif POV Chapter 9 - 1405 - Wintermoon POV Chapter 10 - 1220 - Skif POV Chapter 11 - 1606 - Wintermoon POV Chapter 12 (Final) - 1112 - Skif POV Total Wordcount Posted: 20,435 Summary: What if Skif fell for the Hawkbrother Scout helping him find Nyara? What if Wintermoon found himself falling for an Outlander, despite all his reasons not to? And what if Nyara was just fine with all of that?

Basically a What If based on a reread of the books for the first time in years, seeing it in a new light and thinking there was more chemistry and interaction between Skif and Wintermoon than there ever was of Skif and Nyara.

[grasslandgirl]

i hate it when bitches are right. "eat food you'll feel better!" "go outside and move your body you'll feel better!" "talk to people and lean on them you'll feel better!" "journal and write down what you're thinking instead of rotting you'll feel better!" SHUT UPPP SHUT UPPPP

[kosmical]

finished undertale yellow pacifist route

[c-kiddo]

crying and shaking rewatching any of th aeor arc or the beginning of the pirate arc also because i need to give caduceus a blunt or at least a cigarette so bad

[fictionalred]

there was a vlottenfestival today in our neighbourhood park and we missed it 😔

[suzybishops]

“whitecaps,” the sopranos / “shut the door. have a seat,” mad men / “tailgate party,” succession 

[lucalicatteart]

Poll adventure (paventure? lol) Day 10: read the small story tidbit below the poll for more details, OR just vote based on initial impression

(✦ see past poll results + further information HERE (link) ✦)

Yesterday's poll decided that The Adventurer should join the travelers on the larger river boat for a short lunch ...

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"Before he even fully musters the courage to shout a 'hello', the large group on the boat initiates contact first, gleefully waving at him, whooping and shouting as they near his tiny raft in the water. Apparently, some of them were betting over whether they'd actually find any other travelers out on the river today.. He fumbles over his words a bit, as always, but somehow manages to successfully get himself invited onto their boat for a quick lunch..

After safely securing his raft to the side of the boat with some spare rope, he climbs aboard, stumbling into the excitement of some sort of celebration. A few of them explain that they're traveling for 'kahesallei', an old elven holiday recently re-popularized in some of the larger cities nearby. Whatever it's true meaning and origins used to be, the current significance (at least to those within the city walls) seems to just be mindless feasting, drinking, and gaudy decor. Most of the traveling group are strangers to each other, only brought together by catching a ride on the same tour/party boat, but the mood is light, quite friendly between them, and perhaps a bit drunk.

While the boat itself is relatively plain wood, it's been strewn with gold and orange banners, flags, shimmery tassels, beads, and bushels of dark green ivy braided with fresh herbs and wildflowers. There are flat round tables of food and drink, plenty of cushions to lounge on, and one random guy perched precariously on the edge railing of the boat, gently strumming a lute for background music..

The elderly ship captain hobbles over to The Adventurer, sternly explaining that, no matter what the 'silly' passengers say, he's only allowed to stay for an hour because he didn't pay for a boat ride ticket, and thus really shouldn't even be allowed on board. By the time The Adventurer has mentally processed this information, the captain has already returned to his little steering room, slamming the door shut with a displeased grunt.. It probably wouldn't be a good idea to confront him or question the rules...... But! Hey, at least he has one hour at the party.. How should he spend his time? "

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Additional Information

the adventurer's current main goal: follow his map to reach the abandoned castle ruins and see the rare animal specialist about the mysterious egg he has

[redloftwingfeathers]

How tf these fuckers building cars when central hyrule and east necluda terrain are LIKE THAT

[blood-from-the-concrete]

URGENT (minor at risk of homelessness):

i know i barely post on tumblr (apologies for that i'm just not quippy enough for the good replies + posts haha) HOWEVER this is a severely dearing situation and i am afraid for my life. this is the one platform that i can remain relatively anonymous about who i am as a person, and my friends have written up this beautifully worded post about me in hopes to find support. if you could possibly share this wherever you can that would be so so so lovely and i'm incredibly apologetic about how this turned out, i don't mean to be a bother but i really really need this i am sososososo sorry.

[spotaus]

Pt 12! (None of them have the time to game, but this is theoretical lmao--)

[ultraevenmoreinfinitepit2]

Thinking about some text post I read about demons being superior to angels when it comes to falling in love because in sin they're closer to human experience, while angels are at their core devoted to the divine above all else. But I will raise you, how wonderful and terrifying to be loved by an angel who sees in your love, divinity itself, and will do everything in service of it.