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[seamother-blog1]

                       who hath desired the sea? her menaces swift as her mercies? the                     in-rolling walls of the fog and the silver-winged breeze that disperses?

[seamother-blog1]

“Are you threatening me?”

for a moment, silence suffuses the room, lending the damp air an almost tangible and HEAVY tension. candles flicker and cast an eerie glow across the shadowed face of the woman seated within. in the corner, a creature chatters, feet tapping the floor as it scurries to some unknown sanctuary; there is dread -- thick, misty, salty-sweet -- in her pregnant pause.

all at once, she grins, lips parting to allow tar-black gums a chance at amusement. 

❛ i am a woman of action, not of empty t’reats. ❜

with one finger she traces the outline of her bottom lip, dark eyes speaking of the abyss she once knew -- the indelible power which once stained her knuckles, hardened her heart. her expression remains impassive even as she regards his lordship with a studied and prideful disdain.

the woman who once contained the sea will not bow.

❛ you want to find somet’ing which was never meant to be found, pretty lord. all de white hair and gold buttons in de worl’ would never lead you dere. you ‘ear of a witch in de river, and you seek 'er help ... but bring no payment? ❜

DANGER glints in the depths of that whirlpool gaze; she may be trapped, but she is no caged animal. ability still thrums in her veins.

❛ i will ask you once again, ‘fore the tide turns against your favour: what have you brought in return? ❜

[rpmememaker]

Sentence Meme sentences

“Are you crazy?”

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Are you even listening to yourself?”

“Are you sure they won’t find out?”

“Are you sure this is legal?”

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

“Are you threatening me?”

“Be mine.”

“Do I know you?”

“Do you love me?”

“Do you remember this?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Don’t go.”

“Don’t let me die”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Don’t make me beg.”

“Don’t you dare come near me!”

“Don’t you dare.”

“Explain yourself.”

“For you, I would _____”

“Give it back.”

“Give me another chance.”

“Have you ever even done this before?”

“How drunk are you right now?”

“I already regret this.”

“I am not wearing that.”

“I can’t believe you missed that.”

“I can’t do this anymore.”

“I can’t even look at you.”

“I could kill you!”

“I dare you.” or “I dare you to _____.”

“I didn’t do it.”“

“I didn’t know you could do that.”

“I don’t want to look at you right now.”

“I guess this is goodbye.”

“I hate you.”

“I have to go.”

“I just want to cuddle.”

“I know your secret.”

“I love you, but I really wish I didn’t.”

“I love you.”

“I miss you so very much.”

“I missed you.”

“I need a drink.”

“I need a hug.”

“I never really loved you.”

“I owe you.”

“I think I broke it.”

“I think I’m falling in love with you. ”

“I think I’m forgetting something.”

“I think it’s broken.”

“I trust you.”

“I want to be yours.”

“I want to try this thing I read in a book.”

“I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now.”

“I’ll be there in five minutes.”

”This is really inappropriate.”

“I’m all for spicing thing’s up, but isn’t this a bit much?”

“I’m bad for you.”

"I’m dying.”

“I’m going to be sick.”

“I’m not speaking to you anymore.”

“I’m pregnant and it’s yours.”

“I’ve never heard that one before.”

“If you stay quiet, no one will know.”

"Is that my shirt?”

“It was me”

“It’s so beautiful.”

"It’s time to choose.”

"Just five more minutes.”

“Just go.”

“Just leave me alone.”

“Just let me die.”

“Just relax.”

“Just what did we do last night?”

“Kiss me you idiot.”

“Kiss me.”

“Make me.”

“Marry me?”

“My Parents don’t know”

“My parents know.”“

"Never again.”

“Nh, don’t be so rough!”

“No, that can’t be my baby.”

“No! You can’t die on me now!”

“Put it away.”

"Put your trousers on!”

“Put. The. Weapon. Down.”

“Shut up and listen.”

“Take responsibility.”

“That isn’t mine.”

“That looked easier on TV.”

“That sounds painful.”

“That was a bad plan.”

“That’s mine!”

"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard.”

“They’re coming.”

"This seems familiar.”

“This stays between us.”

“Truth hurts, don’t it?”

“Want to hear a secret?”

“We need to talk.”

“We’re moving too fast.”

"Well that was unexpected.”

“What are we doing here?”

“What are you afraid of?”

“What are you touching?”

“What are you?”

“What do you need?”

“What happened to you?”

“What have I done this time?”

“What if someone catches us?”

"What sort of noise was that?”

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“What were you thinking?”

“Where are my clothes?”

“Where did you find this?”

“Where do you even find this sort of thing?”

"Where were you?”

“Who’d have guessed you could pull such a face?”

"Why are you wearing that?”

“Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am.”

“You could have died!”

"You could have killed someone!”

“You coward.”

“You don’t need to be so gentle.”

"You drive me crazy!”

“You have ten minutes, so make it quick.”

"You lied to me!”

“You mean everything to me.”

“You owe me.”

“You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!”

“You’re all out of ____.”

“You’re an idiot.”

"You’re bad for me.”

"You’re dead to me.”

“You’re pregnant and It’s mine”

“You’re really good at this…”

"You’re so weird.”“

"You’re under arrest.”

[seamother-blog1]

the door slams open as though caught in a hurricane -- and a hurricane is what walks through the open entry. she moves like a whirlwind, clattering through the shop, dark eyes ( obsidian flecked with jade ) flicking her gaze in all directions. in her hair is threaded sea glass, shells, bits of debris which she hasn’t bothered to remove.

WILD, untethered, she races toward the counter, plucking flowers at random from their perches. 

earnest expression lifts her solid brows; full lips part to allow an exhalation which is equal parts exasperation and ocean breeze. 

❛ flowers. i need flowers. help. also, it smells amazing in here! ❜

@fllowershop

[seamother-blog1]

                       who hath desired the sea? her menaces swift as her mercies? the                     in-rolling walls of the fog and the silver-winged breeze that disperses?

[seamother-blog1]

❛ don’t be too angry with me. ❜

the apartment is in disarray; a fist-shaped hole now adorns the wall where a painting used to be, puckered and angry, sheetrock in splinters and scattered across the lacquered hardwood. in the air lies the thick scent of electricity and sea salt, a common accompaniment to the woman now calmly seated on the sofa. newly-dissipated rage crackles just under her skin; she leaves WRECKAGE wherever she goes, just as certain as her trail of sea foam.

❛ i got lost in my thoughts. today, i witnessed a man spear a turtle through its shell, and discard it like rubbish. humanity will never cease to INFURIATE ME -- ! ❜

[seamother-blog1]

DAVY JONES.

he knows that sweet cantor , dripping with sea salt && pearls . incandescent . his way is true , his men loyal as they make their journey to the end of the earth . hazelnut locks  t r e m b l e  in the breeze , eyes a glimmering shade of sea colored glass as they look up to the sky , sun kissing that golden skin . HIS HEART SKIPS , so eager beneath his breast as it cries out desperately . my love my love my love . ( my only . )

❛ it seems i’ve caught m'self a SIREN in my nets today . must be my lucky day!

   —————-won’t ye come down from there ?

   hard t’ give ye a proper WELCOME aboard m’ ship with ye so far away .  ❜

humor laces each word , t e a s i n g , affectionate , laughter crinkling in the corners of bright eyes . the sea is a generous mistress , cradling his vessel , keeping it safe within the murky depths . && as a lover , she is more so , even now she tempts him with mere glimpses from her perch . aye , even that is a BLESSING , one that davy jones cherishes .

laughter tumbles from above with the sweet enchantment of crashing waves; she flickers from behind flapping canvas, fingers lifting in a wave as though seeking to draw him closer. water shimmers as it cascades from gathered locks of hair, and the men below are splattered, and yet remain transfixed -- in awe of the UNBREAKABLE bond between this bewildering apparition and their beloved captain. 

indignation draws her features into disarray: a storm gathers on dark brows as she contemplates.

❛ you would compare me to such a beast as a siren, captain? i do not wan’ to draw you to your deat’ -- do ‘im who love me tink so little of me? ❜

there is playfulness even in chastisement, though a ragged hurricane LURKS beneath the surface. her moods shift and change with the turning tides. what at one moment may seem a mere ripple will just as soon LURCH into a tidal wave; she can level a nation with the force of her wrath.

and just as soon as the storm begins, it abates. laughter dissipates the thick ozone of tension, whips with the growing wind as she remains steadfast upon the crow’s nest.

❛ we agreed upon ten years, davy jones. good tings come to ‘im who wait. ❜

[seamother-blog1]

                       who hath desired the sea? her menaces swift as her mercies? the                     in-rolling walls of the fog and the silver-winged breeze that disperses?

[hipster-indie-retro]

Ocean and Beach Posts

[seamother-blog1]

fair winds and following seas. the words are a prayer, an offering to the ocean, a plea to keep vessels safe and unchallenged as they traverse the murky depths of waters which are so often cruel and uninviting. wishing someone fair winds and following seas is typically a futile gesture, marred by sudden, unexpected storms, or quick and silent whirlpools which swallow ships whole without a second thought. to have fair winds OR following seas is an anomaly; more often than not, even the sturdiest of ships finds herself forestalled in tepid breezes, or plunging headlong into waves ten feet high.

for the dutchman, fair winds and following seas are a given.

she waits, dark hand splayed upon the mast, eyes of obsidian dancing in the warm sun. lips twist into a smile as she watches the object of such amused affection labour under the salt spray, his hair whipping in her own conjured fair winds. 

❛ davy jones, what spirits are you out for today? ❜

@seadecade