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sometimes the best writing advice is "just let it be bad." revolutionary. terrifying. but it works.

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The way of a ship in: China tea clippers, by George Frederick Campbell 1954

Rolling: When the ship turns around her longitudinal axis so that she leans to the left or right, this movement is called rolling.

Pitching: The movement of a ship in which she dips alternately bow and stern into the depression of the sea.

Heeling: Once she leans to one side, she also turns along her longitudinal axis.

Pooped: The Sea breaks over the stern

Nose diving: She dives deep into the sea with her bow

Tossing: Constantly tossing back and forth or moving up and down

Yaw: She turns on her vertical axis so that the bow moves back and forth between port and starboard; this movement is called yawing.

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// hiatus continues. Family stuff is awful right now and while I desperately want to write I'm in Chased by a Bear mode. I am safe but not well.

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// playing some OUAT verses over the years has given me the fun but so incredibly niche characterization of Eric being a phenomenal, caring, and active rope Dom. Serious bondage, aka not the kind you see in 50 shades, can be so relaxed and SILLY and it's more intimate than I've ever seen captured on film. I have no canon justification for my Eric being as skillfully kinky as he is but idgaf.

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A shout-out to Max's moms. All of them

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it’s just me and my pretty eyes against the world

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// you know the private community feature might be a useful thing for shippy musings? A community just for you and your partner's ship(s) and potentially whoever was interested in the musings and gifs. It frees up the blog space for rp posts but gives an outlet for gushing about the feels whenever.

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"Oh, wow. You look--so wonderful."

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"That's a what?"

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// is there a category of rpers that's basically "wants to do more silly/short starters but can't be arsed to make icons?" or "source material came out in a time of hand painted cels that don't translate as well to 100px still expressions?" asking for a friend.

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It's Worse than we Thought

"It hurts -"

"I can't move -"

"Everything's spinning..."

"I ca- can't - breathe -"

"Just leave me here - go -"

"Oh, I'm... bleeding."

"That's... that's n ot meant to bend like that..."

"I can't feel my leg..."

"Ow, ow, fuck, ow -"

"It's fine... I can't feel any pain... or anything, actually..."

"Is it supposed to be numb?"

"It's just a headache..."

"A small blow to the head... oh, no. No, I'm bleeding."

"I'm so... tired..."

"Just a little sleep?"

"I'm... I'm sorry... I can't hang on any longer..."

"My nose is bleeding? And my... ears..?"

"It's just a little conca- conc- conc- head blow."

"Don't worry about me..."

"I'm sorry."

"Everything hurts..."

"I'm just laying here, okay..?"

"Bleeding... blood? Bloody..."

"Hey, uh... can you help me get this knife out?"

"My head is spinning..."

"Why is my nose bleeding?"

"It might be broken..."

"Augh."

"I feel like hell."

"Why did you do that? Why are there three of you? When did you... oh..."

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sleeping naked cuddled up with the person you love is such an underrated experience. it's high key healing for real

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Ariel laughed, though she still wasn't sure she was supposed to. "You bet they are. Spot told me...or showed me. He's a very good boy, but we have some, uh, cultural differences. You should meet him sometime--maybe when the fad dies down."

"Oh! Salmon hats are back in style."

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"Ariel?" Elsa whispers, trying to knock and hold a large basket at the same time. "I heard you weren't feeling well. I have some things here that should help. Are you feeling up to company or should I leave the basket on your desk for you to explore later?"

Ariel at least made it far enough to get dressed, but curled up on the sofa clung to a blanket and several extra pillows afterwards. Once she had found out she wasn't dying, Carlotta had been kind enough to explain and inform her that many women could go about their days with some difficulty.

Evidently, she wasn't many women.

She looked up, half torn between not wanting to see another human face again and desperately needing any sort of reassurance that the world wouldn't collapse.

"Company would be nice. Thank you, Elsa," Ariel's last word trailed off as the dull, exhausting ache somehow migrated to her spine. "Tell me it's not always this terrible."

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// at times like this (when I'm having an unhappy period) I think about menstruation hurt comfort TLM fics, and then I wonder how much, if any information Eric has

Obviously Ariel has no idea, but does Eric?

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Today not a ship’s cat but a ship’s swallow. This little cutie has settled down on the ropes of the Götheborg of Sweden and is letting itself be carried for a while.