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I know where this is! Loughborough, England, this house is very well known locally and the old couple that owns this house leads Loughborough in Bloom. sadly the husband died in 2018 but Iâve gone by this house so many times.
People always bring up the house system in UK schools, but thats usually based on surname or age or something like that. When I say my house is better than another house, I justify it with âwe beat you in sports day last yearâ or âwe did really well in the baking competitionâ which are actual things we had to organise and put effort into. When a Harry Potter character says something like âHufflepuffs are lazyâ theyâre not insulting the achievements of the house, because the system is supposed to be linked to personality. Theyâre insulting the house members and setting an expectation.
Yes, precisey!
or itâs a joking âIâm in East house, youâre in West, we are obliged to have a mild rivalryâ but it only comes around in house competitions
a thing i like about humanity is their propensity for putting little hats on animals
ART PROMPT GAUD WITH A LIL HAT
Iâm at work without art supplies or drawing tablet, but I do have post-its and a pen. And the post-its include pink ones.
i need u to understand this made me so ridiculously happy that my face split in half in imitation of the actual art
Lil-er hat
this is terrifying i Love them
Hat time hat time hat time
i love that gaud is wearing a fedora in every drawing, like thatâs so obviously the hat gaud would wear
from now on your tumblr nickname is whatever you get from this sexual identity generator â
No offense these are the funniest fucking tags
BELLIGERENT BISEXUAL HELL YEAH
What a boss
AND ITâS BACK ON MY DASH.
NO ONEâS GEEK GAME IS STRONGER THAN COLBERTâS GEEK GAME.
there may be a day I stop reblogging this, but today is not that day
I love how Franco just sits back and lets him go
âif you consider a woman less pure after youâve touched her maybe you should take a look at your handsâ
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(via solacity)
I will never not reblog this
(via nuedvixx)
This is how the golden age of piracy ended.
The first mermaid to get tattoos :)
âwe didnât know any better,â the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. âwhat do we do now?â
âkill it,â the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes.
âwe canât,â the first mate says desperately, praying she wonât have to fight her captain on this. âwe canât. we - i wonât. we wonât.â
âi know.â
x
âdaddy,â she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, âdaddy, la-la, la-la-la.â
her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isnât made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasnât even trying. the crew has taken to diving for shellfish near the shorelines for her; she loves them, splitting the shells apart with strength seen in no human toddler, slurping down the slimy molluscs inside and laughing, all plump brown cheeks and needle-sharp teeth. she sometimes splashes them for fun with her smooth, rubbery brown tail. even when they get soaked they laugh. they love her.
âdaddy,â she calls again, and he can hear the worry in her voice. the storm rocking the ship is harsh and uncaring, and if they go down, she would be the only survivor.
âdonât worry,â he says, and goes over, sitting next to the tub. the first mate, leaning against the wall, pretends not to notice as he quietly begins to sing.
x
âfather,â she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, âwhy am I here?â
âyour mother abandoned you,â he says, as he always has. âwe found you adrift, and couldnât bear to leave you there.â
she picks at the salt-soaked boards, uncertain. her hair is pulled back in a fluffy black puff, the white linen holding it slipping almost over one of her dark eyes. one of her first tattoos, a many-limbed kraken, curls over her right shoulder and down her arm, delicate tendrils wrapped around her calloused fingertips. âalright,â she says.
x
âwhy am I really here?â she asks the first mate, watching the sun set over the water in streaks of liquid metal that pooled in the troughs of the waves and glittered on the seafoam.
âwe didnât know any better,â the first mate says, staring into the water. âwe didnât know- we didnât know anything. we didnât understand why she fought so viciously to guard her treasure. we could not know she protected something a thousand times more precious than the purest gold.â
she wants to be furious, but she canât. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her fatherâs eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she canât hate her family.
âitâs alright,â she says. âi do have a family, anyways. i donât think i would have liked my other life near as much.â
x
her kraken grows, spreading its tendrils over her torso and arms. she grows too, too large to come on board the ship without being hauled up in a boat from the water. she sings when the storms come and swims before the ship to guide it to safety. she fights off more than one beast of the seas, and gathers a set of scars across her back that she bears with pride. âi donât mind,â she says, when the captain fusses over her, ânow i match all of you.â
the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. âwe shouldnât fight him,â she says, peering through the spyglass.
âwhy not?â the mermaid asks.
âheâll win,â the first mate says.
the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. âare you sure?â she asks.
x
the enemy fleet surrenders after the flagship is sunk in the night, the anchor ripped off the ship and the planks torn off the hull. the surviving crew, wild-eyed and delirious, whimper and say a sea serpent came from the water and attacked them, say it was longer than the boat and crushed it in its coils. the first mate hears this and has to hide her laughter. the captain apologizes to his daughter for doubting her.
âdonât worry,â she says, with a bright laugh, âit was fun.â
x
the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they canât possibly fight them, and they donât have the time to escape.
âlet me up,â the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. âbring me up, quickly, quickly.â
they lower the boat and she piles her sinous form into it, and uses her claws to help the crew pull her up. once on the deck she flops out of the boat and makes her way over to the bow. the crew tries to help but sheâs so heavy they can barely lift parts of her.
she crawls up out in front of the rail and wraps her long webbed tail around the prow. the figurehead has served them well so far but they need more right now. she wraps herself around the figurehead and raises her body up into the wind takes a breath of the stinging salt air and sings.
the storm carries her voice on its front to the royal navy. they are enchanted, so stunned by her song that they drop the rigging ropes and let the tillers drift. the pirates sail through the center of the fleet, trailing the storm behind them, and by the time the fleet has managed to regain its senses they are buried in wind and rain and the pirates are gone.
x
she declines guns. instead she carries a harpoon and its launcher, and uses them to board enemy ships, hauling her massive form out of the water to coil on the deck and dispatch enemies with ruthless efficiency. her family is feared across all the sea.
x
âyou know we are dying,â the captain says, looking down at her.
she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise.
âi know,â she says, âi can feel it coming.â
the first mate stands next to the captain. she never had a lover or a child, and neither did he, but to the mermaid they are her parents. she will always love her daughter. the tattoos are graven in dark swirls across the mermaidâs deep brown skin and the flesh of her tail, even spiraling onto the spiked webbing on her spine and face. her hair is still tied back, this time with a sail that could not be patched one last time.
âwe love you,â the first mate says simply, looking down. her own tightly coiled black hair falls in to her face; she shakes the locs out of the way and smiles through her tears. the captain pretends he isnt crying either.
âi love you too,â the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time.
âguard the ship,â the captain says. âyou always have but you know theyâre lost without you.â
âwithout you,â the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. âwhat will we do?â
âi donât know,â the captain says. âbut youâll help them, wonât you?â
âof course i will,â she scoffs, rolling her eyes. âi will always protect my family.â
x
the captain and the first mate are gone. the ship has a new captain, young and fearless - of the things she can afford to disregard. she fears and loves the ocean, as all captains do. she does not fear the royal fleet. and she does not fear the mermaid.
âyou know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,â she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock.
the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. âis that so?â she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy.
âthey said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,â the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a momentâs hesitation. âi always thought they were telling tall tales.â
âand now?â
âthey were right,â the new captain says. âhow did they ever befriend you?â
the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. âthey didnât know any better.â
She protects her family.
Hi everybody! Guess whatâs being posted on AO3 now at the following link!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22498384/chapters/53760817
Thatâs right! Here you go. Iâll be uploading it in some chunks, because I want to make sure I have everything I wanted edited cleanly finished, but follow the story there!
HEY GUYS GUESS WHATS BACK ON THE DASHBOARD AND BETTER THAN EVER
I love this
Holy fuck
Oh wow, this was beautiful. Not sure about the twerking skeleton but it did save me from a story-induced ugly cry so it can stay I guess
absoluitely crying right now!! ABSOLUTELY marking that fic to read later!
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THIS IS SO IMPORTANT
Reblogging because I care about you guys
Important
Rohypnol has an INCREDIBLY salty taste to it. Itâs disgusting. And it also isnât a drug that acts immediately! The minute you notice the salty taste, you have about 5-10 minutes to get somewhere safe or call an ambulance, and it CAN be fought if youâre aware of it. It will make you woozy, it will make you so dizzy you canât stand upright, it will certainly make you unable to walk properly, but if you struggle to remain conscious you can get about 20 extra minutes of consciousness from the drug before it will knock you out completely. If youâre in a public place, and the person who drugged you is trying to take you somewhere private, start. a. fight. Insist as LOUDLY and as VIOLENTLY as you can that you refuse to go anywhere with them. Odds are theyâre trying to make as little of a scene as possible as they drag you away, and if youâre putting up a fight and very clearly âdrunkâ, eyes will turn on them and theyâll either need to let you go, or cause a serious scene, which they donât want. Donât just act like youâre just protesting being taken home, though. Fight like your life depends on it even if they arenât assaulting you. Cause. A. Scene. Thatâs the last thing they want.Â
Everyone should reblog this!
Very useful.
To that last one that shit is NO JOKE
Boasting the FUCK out of this
RE the ocean receding, because this one didnât give a reason- you want to get to high ground because that means a tsunami is coming.
I DIDNâT LEARN ABOUT THIS IN DRIVING SCHOOL
Stop says the red light, go says the green
Wait says the yellow light, twinkling in between.Â
KNEEL, SAYS THE DEMON LIGHT WITH ITS EYE OF COALÂ SAURON KNOWS YOUR LICENSE PLATEÂ AND STARES INTO YOUR SOUL
Iâve only seen this legendary post in screenshots
When I was 13 years old and curious about sex and love, I asked my mom if she had had sex before marrying my father (of whom she is still married to, and has been since before I was born). She said that that wasnât really a âyesâ or ânoâ question. I said âsure it is, youâve either had sex before him, or you havenâtâ. She brought me onto the couch and sat me down and told me about the boy she liked when she was young and how one night she snuck into his house while his parents were gone and they were kissing and he said they should have sex and she said that she wanted to save sex for marriage and he laughed and basically took all her clothes off and he raped her and as my mom was telling the story she cried and this was the second time I had ever seen my mom cry. She was 12 when it happened.
In grade 8 I got a call from my friend in the middle of the night and she was drunk in the park crying and told me that she went out that night with some other friends and they drank a little and her guy âfriendâ starting flirting and yes she laughed at first but then he tried to pull her shirt over her head and she pulled away and he ripped her shirt and it was her favourite shirt and then he pushed her to her knees and HIS BEST FRIEND HELD HER JAW OPEN WHILE HE FACE FUCKED HER. And so I went to the park and picked her up and took her home and slept in her bed with her except we didnât sleep because she just cried and her mouth bled and this was four years ago but I still have to be the one to bring her items to the till it the cashier is a man, and she still has anxiety attacks and sheâll get a rash all over her body and I just want to kill those boys but instead they are still walking around. And Iâm in the bathroom with her, dabbing at her skin with a warm cloth until it returns to its regular colour.
And in grade 9 one of my closest friends was kinda seeing this boy and so they hung out one night and then she said that she really had to be getting back home and he said that she wasnât going anywhere until she gave him what he wanted and he parked the car and took off her clothes and she said no and he ignored her and so she laid in the backseat totally limp and just cried and it wasnât even sex, he just masterbated by using her body instead of his hand and she came to school the next day with vodka in her water bottle and she drank all day and I had to fight her to get the alcohol away from her and she just cried and threw up and I skipped class while I held her hair back and that same boy texted me a month later, asking if I ever wanted to hangout sometime.
And in that same year my very best friend who has never even kissed a boy, confessed to me that when she was 9 years old, her 12 year old cousin made her give him a hand job and he told her that was what cousins do and he gave her a chocolate bar afterwards and she told me that he probably doesnât even remember it but that itâs something that sheâll never have the luxury of forgetting.
And in grade 10 I knew a girl who invited her best friend over to watch Disney movies and then he started to put his hands down her pants and she said no but she is 130lbs and he is 220lbs and he called her a tease while she tried to fight him but he used one hand to hold her down, and the other to put inside of her and i was the one to push her inside of a classroom and stand in front of her while calling the police when he showed up at our school looking for her and she was so damn scared.
And a few months later I skipped class and was in the car with a guy who i had had unprotected sex with in the past while under the influence of cocaine but this time I was sober and I insisted we use a condom but he told me he couldnât feel anything while the condom was on so he ripped it off and I said I refused to have unprotected sex again and so he just grabbed me and forced himself into my mouth and I was crying and he pulled me onto him and I just came saying âstopâ over and over like a broken record but he mustâve heard something different because he went until he came and I just sat naked in the backseat while he drove me back to the school and said âwe should do this again sometimeâ. And I had five showers that night and I scratched at my skin so hard to try and rip his fingerprints off of me, I still have the scars.
And I found out soon afterwards that that same guy had raped a classmate of mine, 5 months earlier and she told me about how he brought her McDonaldâs first, and how he said they could take things slow and she told me about how he didnât listen to her either. And he goes to our school and so after she told me about her incident and I told her about mine, we decided to report it to the police and the trial is currently still going on and he told people about it, except in his version we are just âasking for attentionâ and all his friends talk about how bad they feel for him. As if HE is the one that still wakes up screaming. As if HE felt like his skin no longer was beautiful, no longer belonged to him. And I held her in my arms as she bawled after giving the police her statement. And she did the same for me.
And I met a woman a year ago in a paint store and she had a service dog and I asked what the dog was for and it turns out that she had been so brutally raped and abused in her life, that the dog is literally trained to keep men away from her.
And Iâm so FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF THIS WORLD WE ARE LIVING IN. How many rape victims eyes have I already looked into? How many more will I? And how many more friends will I hold while they shake? Because I donât know how many more I can take. And who the fuck still has the nerve to make rape jokes? And⊠Something just has to change. Please, someone just start being that change.
-16 year old girl
Did I reblog this already I dont care
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Fun things they donât teach you in sex ed.
Talcum powder has asbestos in it. Has for years. Leave it be
This is all FAR more useful education than âHaving unmarried sex while female makes you a dirty slutâ .
There are a lot of male folks who follow me but donât know these things. Itâs good to know all of this! Just as your partner should want to know about the intricacies of your plumbing, you should care about this.
Spreading this for general health tips.
for trans guys who havenât transitioned yet and even then
ecouples on tumblr
Moon Pattern
⊠wait, somethingâs not right with the caption here. That canât be the same time each day, thatâs not how moonrise times work â moonrise at the new moon and at the full moon are almost twelve hours apart.
Okay, I have googled the image and found a more precise explanation: this is the calculated position of the moon at intervals of 24 hours and 41 minutes, thus capturing the way the time of moonrise drifts backward over the course of the lunar month. Further, this composite represents the 28-day cycle but actually took a year to capture, owing to weather difficulties.
Still an amazing composite photo, and deserves proper credit.
coool
Why are shippers so dramatic âyour tearing this fandom apart!!1!!â Calm down there Sharon someone just told you not to ship children w adults the world isnât ending
op i agree with you wholeheartedly but this excellent take is like swinging a bat at a hornetâs nest and iâm so sorry
I am a(n):
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Looking for
âȘ Boyfriend
âȘ Girlfriend
đ An incredibly specific word that I can't remember
*wakes up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat*
WAIT ITâS CALLED A THROW PILLOW
here is a super helpful website for this kinda thing!
the first result isnât always the one youâre looking for but when you press enter itâll give you a ton of words related to your query thatâll probably have what youâre wanting, or something better
hereâs some examples:
Reblog to save a writerâs sanity (the last bit thatâs left)
Something I found that I feel others need to know about too
