#sold boats

[nicossunshine]

It’s definitely been mentioned before but I love the idea of the 7 + Nico on the Argo II just doing dumb kid/ teenager stuff??? Like yes they’re all powerful demigods on a dangerous quest but they’re also a group of teenagers (some as young as 14) with ADHD and minimal adult supervision.

You’re telling me during a quiet shift on night-watch Leo and Frank didn’t snicker whilst daring each other to spit off the side of the boat?? Like imagine Percy and Jason having a game of ‘who can yell this dumb phrase the loudest without laughing’, or Piper and Annabeth borrowing Hazel’s drawing equipment to do ‘portraits’ of each other, or Hazel and Nico both awake at 3am making crazy concoctions with the unlimited food in the ship’s cafeteria. Meanwhile Coach Hedge is running around yelling stop it shut up don’t waste perfectly good pancakes building a food castle

You’re telling me no one packed a deck of cards for this journey? They didn’t have a single UNO tournament?? They didn’t all set up their sleeping equipment in the mess hall for a sleepover one night???

[seasidesandstarscapes]

Via rowingblazers on Instagram

[theellipelli]

when baiheng said "I wouldn’t want to be your undoing" I was like nooo because in the end she was that undoing for jingliu! fuck!

your fic has resurrected my baiheng/jingliu feels...I must now go to lofter for a few hours...

B) you know what they say. the death of a loved one always comes too soon.

[gossip-girl-of-middleearth]

This cute dark-haired presumably blue-eyed boy works for the rival company across the road from me, and has made it known to my boss that he has a crush on me

We just mostly ogle each other from across the road, and he always gives me a little wave and a smile

Thing is, he’s shy, and I leave in THREE WEEKS

He either makes a move or I need to march over to the opposition and make it for him

He gives a cute little wave when I’m working (we can see each other from our offices) and then I’m left flustered in front of customers like

Doesn’t help my hair makes me look like Spencer and my new uniform also matches what he wears in the gif, so, that’s a visual for you guys on my current life update

[thebreakfastgenie]

I am still thinking about Bruce Springsteen and Billy Joel hanging out on Billy's replica WWII landing craft. I need so much more information.

[tsunael]

WoL Think Thonkers

#1 Where is your Warrior of Light from? What was their home like growing up and what set them out on their journey?

Tsuna was born sometime in 1545, 7 years before the fall of Doma. Once she was old enough, she often helped her mother in the shop due to her father being away on sea voyages more often than not.

Her mother was kind but strict-- guilty of imparting onto her child the ideals of her people who shunned the outside world, and avoided conflict at all cost. Tsuna grew up on her bedtime stories of the world beneath the waves, and of the Ruby Prince-- a half-Au Ra man who was born without scales. Their village in Yanxia was fond of her mother, and helped her raise her only child.

When Doma fell, and the Court was dissolved, its servants and the surrounding villagers were displaced or taken as conscripts.

Left without a mother, and her father missing, Tsuna was smuggled into Kugane by a family friend where she would be taken in by an Okiya inside the Sanjo Hanamachi as a perceived orphan. For thirteen years she trained as a maiko, and graduated at twenty.

She threw it all away after being asked to entertain a couple of Garlean soldiers from the embassy. Sometime during the evening, she received her first Echo-- flashing back to the day her mother was taken away. The same soldier who broke into their village home was sitting next to her.

She killed him in a crime of passion. The second life she took was self-defense. The crime forced her to flee or face persecution, (not to mention the political implications of a citizen of the neutral facing Kugane committing a crime against the embassy) and so she fled onto the first boat that would take her-- to Eorzea.

[fazcinatingblog]

but what if her aim is to just make as many money as possible, as quick as possible, and then sell the business, let someone else deal with the mess of it, and just retire with her rental properties and money from selling the business and/or those townhouses and

[essektheylyss]

Not to be a damaged Californian but it's wild to me that in other places you can just like. go to a river or a lake. and hang out there. and swim around. and that's just allowed and encouraged. What the fuck.

[red-velvet-0w0]

digital drawing of the wreckage of the SS Palo alto

based off of this image by photographer Kevin Johnson:

[fisherman-fight]

whats the weirdest submission you've gotten so far

so far: the boy from the dreamworks logo, dads worldwide, every single person on the cast of the deadliest catch, THE TORNADO FROM SHARKNADO, and "the weatherman" from "that sea shanty tiktok"

(if you submitted one of these, i want you to know that i love them all and i am so glad i got to read someone's case for why the tornado is a fisherman)

[catboyolli]

now I can see the whales

looming out of the dark

like arrows in the sky

I can't believe my eyes

but it's true

[seasidesandstarscapes]

Via rowingblazers Instagram

[sothisislovex]

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Spotify Wrapped! Send me a number from 1-100 for a starter based on a song, or a lyric from it, or send a 🎁 for me to shuffle! Song chosen: Ghosts by Pvris

 "I've always dreamed, that my life could be like a fairy tale, a perfect fantasy. But it was nothing more than a dream." _____________________________________________

She didn't have dreams anymore. Dreams disappointed her time and time again, reminding her that no matter how hard she worked, it didn't matter.

No matter how hard she loved, it wasn't enough. No matter how kind and caring she was, it wouldn't get her her Happily Ever After.

Stripped from her home, her chance at a happy ending, and thrown onto a ship like forgotten cargo; she had no choice but to learn to live away from a life she'd always known. Away from her friends and the prince who wanted to marry her, only to be put under a spell by her wicked stepmother. The prince never came for her. He never woke up from that magic spell, believing that it was her stepsister he danced with that night. Her dreams died on that ship, and years later, her light flickered like a candle wick far too burned out. The villain had won and successfully broke her.

Yet, through the pain and bitterness, there was one entity who still believed in her.

He often stood at the foot of her bed, willing her to stand up and fight for what she believed in. Like the way he believed in her; in this impossible love that he trusted was still inside of her.

Each night, she begged him to leave her alone, pulling the sheets up to her shoulders to hide her face, to hide her anguish whenever she thought she was alone.

She was tired. So very tired.

Her lips parted, a breath escaping her when she felt his presence materialize like an apparition standing before her; a twisted version of the night her Fairy Godmother came to her. But he wasn't an apparition at all nor was he the woman who aided her long ago. No. Not at all like the ghosts that thrived in her head.

♬ ♪ "I'm the one with the ghosts in my bed But they only come alive at night Stuck in my sheets, an accustomed coffin..." ♬ ♪

It was strange, still having the marrow to sing the words that bled from her heart. She thought the music in her soul had dried up, and the melody disappeared, yet she found the words pouring out of her like a mantra she was begging for this apparition to understand. Simply speaking wasn't enough, so the melody carried into a saddened ballad. She didn't look at him, but she could feel his presence. A darkness she wished would swallow her up, snuffing out the little light she had left.

But why didn't he?

♬ ♪"I swear that I'll be fine I'll be fine in the daylight..." ♬ ♪

She tried to encourage him to leave by suggesting that she would be fine in the morning. When the sun rose, she would smile, do her duties for her new master, and pretend like she wasn't dying inside. It was the same repeated task every single day, helping with the numbness inside of her, helping her to forget.

She knew the truth though, and she knew that this apparition knew it too. These words, she didn't sing from her lips, but from her heart instead.

If I change, I start to fade And all the blue in my eyes desaturate It's my head not my heart that's strayed I'm sorry I keep pushing you away

Deep down. Somewhere in the light still inside her, she wanted to believe. She wanted to follow the apparition's lead and trust him. Indeed, it was her head that had strayed and not her heart. Perhaps a part of her wanted him to prove that he wasn't going to abandon her. She didn't want to push him away, but that was the product of her sadness, whispering to her of her failures.

Lifting her head, she turned to look at him. Drinking in those yellow hues staring back at her, it was strange to think that those eyes didn't frighten her anymore. Not after the many nights he stubbornly came back to her, hoping to ease his way into her heart time and time again.

♬ ♪"You're the one at the foot of my bed, trying to keep me alive at night." ♬ ♪ She whispered as if asking him why he was here. Every time, it was the same answer...

He sang in return, following her melancholy melody, ♬ ♪ "Using my words as a comforter, I said, "I don't wanna fight, I don't wanna fight.." ♬ ♪ As though reminding her that he was here, not as a bringer of death and destruction, but as a being of hope, and perhaps, even love.

Her arms wrapped around herself, whimpering, eyes shut tight. She didn't want to fight either, and yet, she didn't want to hear his encouragement. Not when she was so tried of hurting. It was so confusing, and it was that confusion that made her wish he would leave her alone. Even though she didn't want to be.

♬ ♪"But they, they sink into my skin Pushing you out just to make their way in I've grown sick of this fight so frequent" ♬ ♪ She sat up, glaring back at him. ♬ ♪"If you can't help it then I'll push you away"♬ ♪

♬ ♪"Why can't I stay?" ♬ ♪ He retorted from the darkness wisping before her, entangling at the foot of her bed. ♬ ♪"I'm up against these things I can't see." ♬ ♪She hissed back, tears enveloping her burning gaze. But she knew it was a lie. In the darkness, she could see the glowing eyes of her step-family, mocking her with their sneers and taunting laughs. Their judgmental gaze glowed white -- soullessly -- unlike the golden hues of the apparition willing her to look away from them. ♬ ♪"They don't compare." ♬ ♪ He encouraged her to keep her eyes on him, a wisp of darkness cupping her chin, turning her gaze back on him. ♬ ♪"Make me believe, make me believe..." ♬ ♪ She whimpered, tears streaming down her haggard appearance. She wanted him to keep trying. She didn't want to be alone anymore. Somewhere inside of her, she could feel the way he chiseled at her heart each night. She prayed that if he kept trying, she would eventually believe him.

♬ ♪"Why can't I stay?" ♬ ♪ He asked again. ♬ ♪ "I'm up against these things I can't see."♬ ♪ She replied once more. The vision of her stepfamily loomed ever closer, threatening to strangle her with their aura. ♬ ♪"They don't compare." ♬ ♪ His voice was gentle, soft. Inviting her to keep looking at him. ♬ ♪"Make me believe, make me believe..." ♬ ♪She closed her eyes, It was too much. ♬ ♪"Make me believe, make me believe..." ♬ ♪

She felt his clawed hand upon her cheek and she leaned into it. The first touch of kindness she'd experienced in a long time.

♬ ♪"I'm sorry I keep pushing..." ♬ ♪

The vision of her stepfamily seemed to grow bigger at the wake of her frail apology, sensing her weakness. Climbing up the walls of her small broom closet, as though urged by her bitterness and hatred, by her unwillingness to listen to the Shadow before her, their mocking continued ringing in her ears; 'HAH! Dancing with the prince?' 'I'd be honored, Your Highness. Would you mind holding my broom?' Laughter ensued around them. 'And don't forget the garden. Then scrub the terrace, sweep the halls and the stairs, clean the chimneys. And of course there's the mending and the sewing and the laundry…'

The voice of her stepmother was enough to clutch her head tight, pulling away from the shadow. Covering her ears with her palms to drown out the noise, her teeth grinded and she curled into herself.

♬ ♪"I'm sorry I keep pushing..." ♬ ♪ The three voices of her family loomed over her, ♬ ♪ "yea" ♬ ♪

♬ ♪"I'm sorry I keep pushing..."♬ ♪ The continued mocking, ♬ ♪"I'm sorry I keep pushing..."♬ ♪ with laughter echoing around her, the strength in their mockery and darkness pushing Shadow every further away from her.

Until she couldn't take it anymore. Eyes widening, she cried out, wailing as the darkness around her shot out like bullets to pierce anything and anyone around her, materializing from her very soul. The visions of her stepfamily turned on the apparition wanting to help her, to save her, but in turn, her own demons began to attack. Like a system shutdown hellbent on protecting her from seeing the light beyond her own grievances. It saw the Shadow as a virus and was determined to rectify him for her own protection.

♬ ♪Now you're up against the ghosts in my head!"♬ ♪ She cried out, sobbing.

Her family continued their vicious mockery, ♬ ♪ "your head."♬ ♪

♬ ♪"I'm sorry I keep pushing Now you're up against the ghosts in my head!" ♬ ♪

♬ ♪"your head."♬ ♪ They laughed.

She was wailing, as though everything bottled up inside of her had unleashed itself in waves like a torrential sea wanting to destroy anything who tried to tread its waters.

Until she felt a hand grab her wrist, snapping her out of her meltdown. Like a spell had been broken, the three demons that materialized burst into wisps of darkness, freeing her from their chains. For now.

She gasped, blurred vision wide and startled as she lifted her gaze, looking back up into the glowing golden eyes of the creature. She was panting, trying to catch her breath, gaze imploring and confused. Wondering why he was still willing to fight for her.

♬ ♪"Why can't I stay?"♬ ♪ He asked once more. This time, more determined to get through to her.

His tone was all she needed to know she was safe, that he wasn't giving up on her. In that moment, Her expression crumbled and she sobbed, falling into the creature's chest, finally giving in. ♬ ♪"Make me believe, make me believe..."♬ ♪

She was tired. So very tired.

But, oh... how she wished to believe in her dreams once more.

[labellenouvelle]

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[thebreakfastgenie]

Billy Joel inviting Bruce Springsteen over to hang out on his replica WWII landing craft is something I desperately need more information about.

[underpaidimmortal]

i held a jellyfish yesterday and it was goopy and silly and i crashed into a boat because HEHAHEHAEHHAEHEEHEHEHEHH !!!!!! JELLYFSIH WAOAHOO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!