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    Cats, Curtains, and Watch: Meighbourhood
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These cats peering around the corner of a wall make you think of neighbours and the twitching of net curtains.
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Cats, Curtains, and Watch: Meighbourhood
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These cats peering around the corner of a wall make you think of neighbours and the twitching of net curtains.
                
            

            
            
These cats peering around the corner of a wall make you think of neighbours and the twitching of net curtains.

            
            
        

    



        

            
        
        

            




    Horse, Greek, and Trojan: A painting documents a Greek soldier peering out of the Trojan Horse as it enters the city of Troy (EST 1200 B.C.)
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Horse, Greek, and Trojan: A painting documents a Greek soldier peering out of the Trojan Horse as it enters the city of Troy (EST 1200 B.C.)
                
            

            
            
A painting documents a Greek soldier peering out of the Trojan Horse as it enters the city of Troy (EST 1200 B.C.)

            
            
        

    



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            




    Children, Period, and Run: İAL Phillip Timothy
 Yesterday at 03:22
 Next Tuesday we will have an "active shooter" / intruder drill at our school
 and I will hunker down behind flimsy wooden cabinet doors with my
 students
 You see, we open the cabinets and hide behind the doors so that anyone
 peering into the classrooms will not see us, and maybe think it is an empty
 room. Maybe we will be unnoticed, which just means maybe he will go to
 another classroom
 In preparation, I will remind my students tomorrow that our hallway doors
 should always be locked, so IT an intruder shows up we can just pull the
 doors closed without fiddling with keys. I have assigned students whose job
 it is to check those doors every period to make sure we don't forget
 I wil try to keep the children quiet during our drill on Tuesday. It's hard.
 They're packed in tight behind those cabinet doors, and they talk and giggle.
 Because they're children. They look like young adults, but they're children
 I will try to keep them quiet, because we hope that this will give that illusion
 of an empty classroom.I will try to keep them quiet because even though I
 know it's a drill, they do not, and they need to treat each drill like the real
 thing. They must have the procedure driven in by repetition
 Inevitably some children will be sure that it is real, and they will be terrified
 Two years ago, one boy - a big hulking kid turning into a "tough guy" - broke
 down in tears when the administrator jiggled the doorknob to our room while
 we hid behind the cabinets.

 I will sit down and process feelings of fear and panic with at least a few
 students. How do we process the panic we put them through? Every time we
 run through these drills, we violate their trust - their trust in us and their trust
 in a safe, secure world. We violate their trust in the name of safety
 Two years ago, a PE teacher wasn't informed that the intruder drill was a
 drill. He panicked, and screamed at the kids to "Shut the fuck Up!" while they
 were laughing and joking
 Who could blame him? He was terrified
 Afterward, some of the children will talk a big game. How they would jump
 on a shooter, how they would climb out a window instead of staying in a
 classroom
 How they'd be a herd
 A few of them ask if l'd do anything to save them in the event of an active
 shooter. I can't answer, because although I want to reassure them I really
 don't know, and I don't know how to express all those complicated feelings
 A few will scoff and say, "Of course Mr B wouldn't do anything. He doesn't
 like us
 And I don't know what to say to that, either, other than to go back to my
 lesson plan. I strive to be honest with my students, and the honest answer is
 that l'd do all I can I hope - but the human body isn't much match for
 gunpowder and lead
 At home I will replay the drill. Did we get it accomplished quickly? Tightly?
 Efficiently? Are my children safe? Will they be safe?
 Can I keep them safe?
 (No.)

 How would I ever live with it if I lost one?
 What about seventeen of them?
 Each of these kids, awful and irritating though they can be, is a magical
 world in and of themself. Four years and one hundred sixty kids in, and
 they're still all different and wonderful and fascinating. Every day, if I am very
 very careful and very very patient and very very lucky,I get to unlock just a
 little more of one of those fantastic inner worlds.
 A chunk of lead, hurtling through the air, thrown by a little explosion triggered
 by one man's finger, can destroy that entire world.
 I still don't understand why I am expected to teach my children how to
 survive in a violent world, but my country isn't expected to make the world
 less violent
 None of these questions are academic. None of these questions are distant
 or political. They are meat and blood and gristle, and they are lives lived in
 fear for so long that my children don't know anything that isn't fear.
 So I really don't give a damn how important owning a gun is to you.
awed-frog:
The time for gun control is now.
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Children, Period, and Run: İAL Phillip Timothy
 Yesterday at 03:22
 Next Tuesday we will have an "active shooter" / intruder drill at our school
 and I will hunker down behind flimsy wooden cabinet doors with my
 students
 You see, we open the cabinets and hide behind the doors so that anyone
 peering into the classrooms will not see us, and maybe think it is an empty
 room. Maybe we will be unnoticed, which just means maybe he will go to
 another classroom
 In preparation, I will remind my students tomorrow that our hallway doors
 should always be locked, so IT an intruder shows up we can just pull the
 doors closed without fiddling with keys. I have assigned students whose job
 it is to check those doors every period to make sure we don't forget
 I wil try to keep the children quiet during our drill on Tuesday. It's hard.
 They're packed in tight behind those cabinet doors, and they talk and giggle.
 Because they're children. They look like young adults, but they're children
 I will try to keep them quiet, because we hope that this will give that illusion
 of an empty classroom.I will try to keep them quiet because even though I
 know it's a drill, they do not, and they need to treat each drill like the real
 thing. They must have the procedure driven in by repetition
 Inevitably some children will be sure that it is real, and they will be terrified
 Two years ago, one boy - a big hulking kid turning into a "tough guy" - broke
 down in tears when the administrator jiggled the doorknob to our room while
 we hid behind the cabinets.

 I will sit down and process feelings of fear and panic with at least a few
 students. How do we process the panic we put them through? Every time we
 run through these drills, we violate their trust - their trust in us and their trust
 in a safe, secure world. We violate their trust in the name of safety
 Two years ago, a PE teacher wasn't informed that the intruder drill was a
 drill. He panicked, and screamed at the kids to "Shut the fuck Up!" while they
 were laughing and joking
 Who could blame him? He was terrified
 Afterward, some of the children will talk a big game. How they would jump
 on a shooter, how they would climb out a window instead of staying in a
 classroom
 How they'd be a herd
 A few of them ask if l'd do anything to save them in the event of an active
 shooter. I can't answer, because although I want to reassure them I really
 don't know, and I don't know how to express all those complicated feelings
 A few will scoff and say, "Of course Mr B wouldn't do anything. He doesn't
 like us
 And I don't know what to say to that, either, other than to go back to my
 lesson plan. I strive to be honest with my students, and the honest answer is
 that l'd do all I can I hope - but the human body isn't much match for
 gunpowder and lead
 At home I will replay the drill. Did we get it accomplished quickly? Tightly?
 Efficiently? Are my children safe? Will they be safe?
 Can I keep them safe?
 (No.)

 How would I ever live with it if I lost one?
 What about seventeen of them?
 Each of these kids, awful and irritating though they can be, is a magical
 world in and of themself. Four years and one hundred sixty kids in, and
 they're still all different and wonderful and fascinating. Every day, if I am very
 very careful and very very patient and very very lucky,I get to unlock just a
 little more of one of those fantastic inner worlds.
 A chunk of lead, hurtling through the air, thrown by a little explosion triggered
 by one man's finger, can destroy that entire world.
 I still don't understand why I am expected to teach my children how to
 survive in a violent world, but my country isn't expected to make the world
 less violent
 None of these questions are academic. None of these questions are distant
 or political. They are meat and blood and gristle, and they are lives lived in
 fear for so long that my children don't know anything that isn't fear.
 So I really don't give a damn how important owning a gun is to you.
awed-frog:
The time for gun control is now.
                
            

            
            
awed-frog:
The time for gun control is now.

            
            
        

    



        

            
        
        

            




    Crying, Family, and Guns: Chwistopher
 @Loudwindow
 Concept: Pirates slay a monster mermaid
 to steal its treasure chest.
 Pirates open chest, finds a sleepy baby
 mermaid within.
 Monster mermaid was using the treasure
 chest as a cradle.
 Pirates:
<p><a href="http://dragonsateyourtoast.tumblr.com/post/169373651900" class="tumblr_blog">dragonsateyourtoast</a>:</p><blockquote>
<p><a href="http://otherwindow.tumblr.com/post/169340235270/otherwindow-this-is-how-the-golden-age-of-piracy" class="tumblr_blog">otherwindow</a>:</p>
<blockquote>
<p><a href="http://otherwindow.tumblr.com/post/169291615220/this-is-how-the-golden-age-of-piracy-ended" class="tumblr_blog">otherwindow</a>:</p>
<blockquote><p>This is how the golden age of piracy ended.</p></blockquote>
<figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="677" data-orig-width="1000"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/51eb1c65a8936859a4b9e9ed54eb60d9/tumblr_inline_p22tdbtzyD1qdd180_540.jpg" data-orig-height="677" data-orig-width="1000"/></figure><p>The first mermaid to get tattoos :)</p>
</blockquote>

<p>“we didn’t know any better,” the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. “what do we do now?”</p>
<p>“kill it,” the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes.</p>
<p>“we can’t,” the first mate says desperately, praying she won’t have to fight her captain on this. “we can’t. we - i won’t. we won’t.”</p>
<p>“i know.”</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>“daddy,” she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, “daddy, la-la, la-la-la.”</p>
<p>her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isn’t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasn’t 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.</p>
<p>“daddy,” 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.</p>
<p>“don’t worry,” 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.</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>“father,” she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, “why am I here?”</p>
<p>“your mother abandoned you,” he says, as he always has. “we found you adrift, and couldn’t bear to leave you there.”</p>
<p>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. “alright,” she says.</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>“why am I really here?” 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.</p>
<p>“we didn’t know any better,” the first mate says, staring into the water. “we didn’t know- we didn’t know anything. we didn’t 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.”</p>
<p>she wants to be furious, but she can’t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her father’s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she can’t hate her family.</p>
<p>“it’s alright,” she says. “i do have a family, anyways. i don’t think i would have liked my other life near as much.”</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>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. “i don’t mind,” she says, when the captain fusses over her, “now i match all of you.”</p>
<p>the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. “we shouldn’t fight him,” she says, peering through the spyglass.</p>
<p>“why not?” the mermaid asks.</p>
<p>“he’ll win,” the first mate says.</p>
<p>the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. “are you sure?” she asks.</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>“don’t worry,” she says, with a bright laugh, “it was fun.”</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they can’t possibly fight them, and they don’t have the time to escape.</p>
<p>“let me up,” the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. “bring me up, quickly, quickly.”</p>
<p>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 she’s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>“you know we are dying,” the captain says, looking down at her.</p>
<p>she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise.</p>
<p>“i know,” she says, “i can feel it coming.”</p>
<p>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 mermaid’s 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. </p>
<p>“we love you,” 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.</p>
<p>“i love you too,” the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time.</p>
<p>“guard the ship,” the captain says. “you always have but you know they’re lost without you.”</p>
<p>“without you,” the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. “what will we do?”</p>
<p>“i don’t know,” the captain says. “but you’ll help them, won’t you?”</p>
<p>“of course i will,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “i will always protect my family.”</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>“you know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,” she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock.</p>
<p>the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. “is that so?” she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy.</p>
<p>“they said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,” the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a moment’s hesitation. “i always thought they were telling tall tales.”</p>
<p>“and now?”</p>
<p>“they were right,” the new captain says. “how did they ever befriend you?”</p>
<p>the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. “they didn’t know any better.”</p>
</blockquote>

<p>Yooooo</p>
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Crying, Family, and Guns: Chwistopher
 @Loudwindow
 Concept: Pirates slay a monster mermaid
 to steal its treasure chest.
 Pirates open chest, finds a sleepy baby
 mermaid within.
 Monster mermaid was using the treasure
 chest as a cradle.
 Pirates:
<p><a href="http://dragonsateyourtoast.tumblr.com/post/169373651900" class="tumblr_blog">dragonsateyourtoast</a>:</p><blockquote>
<p><a href="http://otherwindow.tumblr.com/post/169340235270/otherwindow-this-is-how-the-golden-age-of-piracy" class="tumblr_blog">otherwindow</a>:</p>
<blockquote>
<p><a href="http://otherwindow.tumblr.com/post/169291615220/this-is-how-the-golden-age-of-piracy-ended" class="tumblr_blog">otherwindow</a>:</p>
<blockquote><p>This is how the golden age of piracy ended.</p></blockquote>
<figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="677" data-orig-width="1000"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/51eb1c65a8936859a4b9e9ed54eb60d9/tumblr_inline_p22tdbtzyD1qdd180_540.jpg" data-orig-height="677" data-orig-width="1000"/></figure><p>The first mermaid to get tattoos :)</p>
</blockquote>

<p>“we didn’t know any better,” the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. “what do we do now?”</p>
<p>“kill it,” the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes.</p>
<p>“we can’t,” the first mate says desperately, praying she won’t have to fight her captain on this. “we can’t. we - i won’t. we won’t.”</p>
<p>“i know.”</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>“daddy,” she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, “daddy, la-la, la-la-la.”</p>
<p>her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isn’t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasn’t 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.</p>
<p>“daddy,” 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.</p>
<p>“don’t worry,” 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.</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>“father,” she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, “why am I here?”</p>
<p>“your mother abandoned you,” he says, as he always has. “we found you adrift, and couldn’t bear to leave you there.”</p>
<p>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. “alright,” she says.</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>“why am I really here?” 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.</p>
<p>“we didn’t know any better,” the first mate says, staring into the water. “we didn’t know- we didn’t know anything. we didn’t 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.”</p>
<p>she wants to be furious, but she can’t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her father’s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she can’t hate her family.</p>
<p>“it’s alright,” she says. “i do have a family, anyways. i don’t think i would have liked my other life near as much.”</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>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. “i don’t mind,” she says, when the captain fusses over her, “now i match all of you.”</p>
<p>the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. “we shouldn’t fight him,” she says, peering through the spyglass.</p>
<p>“why not?” the mermaid asks.</p>
<p>“he’ll win,” the first mate says.</p>
<p>the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. “are you sure?” she asks.</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>“don’t worry,” she says, with a bright laugh, “it was fun.”</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they can’t possibly fight them, and they don’t have the time to escape.</p>
<p>“let me up,” the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. “bring me up, quickly, quickly.”</p>
<p>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 she’s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>“you know we are dying,” the captain says, looking down at her.</p>
<p>she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise.</p>
<p>“i know,” she says, “i can feel it coming.”</p>
<p>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 mermaid’s 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. </p>
<p>“we love you,” 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.</p>
<p>“i love you too,” the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time.</p>
<p>“guard the ship,” the captain says. “you always have but you know they’re lost without you.”</p>
<p>“without you,” the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. “what will we do?”</p>
<p>“i don’t know,” the captain says. “but you’ll help them, won’t you?”</p>
<p>“of course i will,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “i will always protect my family.”</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>“you know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,” she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock.</p>
<p>the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. “is that so?” she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy.</p>
<p>“they said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,” the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a moment’s hesitation. “i always thought they were telling tall tales.”</p>
<p>“and now?”</p>
<p>“they were right,” the new captain says. “how did they ever befriend you?”</p>
<p>the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. “they didn’t know any better.”</p>
</blockquote>

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This is how the golden age of piracy ended.
The first mermaid to get tattoos :)


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                Dating, Facebook, and Friends: Ro Khanna e
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 The FCC is getting ready to overturn
 #NetNeutrality. If they succeed, ISPs will be
 able to split the net into packages. This
 means that you will no longer be able to pay
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 The idea of forcing financially struggling
 families, students/school kids to choose b/w
 "social med/entertainment packs" &
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    Anaconda, Life, and Memes: IG: @CONSCIOUSVIBRANCY
 If all the blood vessels in an adult body were laid end to end,
 they would reach about 100,000 miles. Your heart beats
 roughly 100,000 times a day. Our blood holds elements
 the vibrational imprint of who we are. It contains the
 signature of our soul. Blood is the river of life that flows
 through your body. Clean blood will provide ultimate
 clarity and will help create a shift in your consciousness.
Peering into the microscope and looking at live blood, you can see a reflection of cause and effect. When you're not feeling well, your blood doesn't look good. Often, the worse you feel, the worse it looks. When you get better, the blood also gets looking better. Simple correlation. Make the blood look better, you'll feel better. Clean the blood, clean your health. But something else is going on. When you feel better, often your attitude is also better. Your state of mental health is closely aligned with your state of physical health. Change physical health, and you'll often impact mental health. The reverse also holds; change the mental, and you'll change the physical. Where is it often reflected? In the blood. The state of your individual health is spiritually-vibrationally induced, chemically-electrically driven, and biologically carried out. The biological aspect is the pleomorphic behavior of "the wiggly things" in the blood. These are the microbial looking elemental forms that exist in your blood and will shape themselves according to your metabolic balance. Their forms, and ultimately their function, are going to be driven and decided by the environment in which they live, and which you have provided through your eating, thinking, and living. The keys to who you are, what you are and where you are going have been hidden away from you within your very own blood all along. When we master ourselves both physically and mentally, we can then become master's of our own universe in order to live loving lives that are not only filled with abundance, but through which we can also prevent or cure our own diseases and prolong our lives. Consciousvibrancy
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Anaconda, Life, and Memes: IG: @CONSCIOUSVIBRANCY
 If all the blood vessels in an adult body were laid end to end,
 they would reach about 100,000 miles. Your heart beats
 roughly 100,000 times a day. Our blood holds elements
 the vibrational imprint of who we are. It contains the
 signature of our soul. Blood is the river of life that flows
 through your body. Clean blood will provide ultimate
 clarity and will help create a shift in your consciousness.
Peering into the microscope and looking at live blood, you can see a reflection of cause and effect. When you're not feeling well, your blood doesn't look good. Often, the worse you feel, the worse it looks. When you get better, the blood also gets looking better. Simple correlation. Make the blood look better, you'll feel better. Clean the blood, clean your health. But something else is going on. When you feel better, often your attitude is also better. Your state of mental health is closely aligned with your state of physical health. Change physical health, and you'll often impact mental health. The reverse also holds; change the mental, and you'll change the physical. Where is it often reflected? In the blood. The state of your individual health is spiritually-vibrationally induced, chemically-electrically driven, and biologically carried out. The biological aspect is the pleomorphic behavior of "the wiggly things" in the blood. These are the microbial looking elemental forms that exist in your blood and will shape themselves according to your metabolic balance. Their forms, and ultimately their function, are going to be driven and decided by the environment in which they live, and which you have provided through your eating, thinking, and living. The keys to who you are, what you are and where you are going have been hidden away from you within your very own blood all along. When we master ourselves both physically and mentally, we can then become master's of our own universe in order to live loving lives that are not only filled with abundance, but through which we can also prevent or cure our own diseases and prolong our lives. Consciousvibrancy
                
            

            
            
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    Ass, Pressure, and Butterfly: "I hear everything."
Never give in to peer pressure... skip class eat ass 😋🍑 @x__antisocial_butterfly__x 🔥 follow her now for the dopest 💩 on IG
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Ass, Pressure, and Butterfly: "I hear everything."
Never give in to peer pressure... skip class eat ass 😋🍑 @x__antisocial_butterfly__x 🔥 follow her now for the dopest 💩 on IG
                
            

            
            
Never give in to peer pressure... skip class eat ass 😋🍑 @x__antisocial_butterfly__x 🔥 follow her now for the dopest 💩 on IG

            
            
        

    



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            




    Bad, Blunts, and Dad: WAYS TO SAY NG TO WEED
 i. Are you kidding me? Grow up 26.
 was raised right, l won't light
 2. anja is for goons, no thanks
 27. l'd like to keep my job, thanks
 3. Get a job you hippie wastoid.
 28. You wish, pot junker! Back offl
 4 o thanks, I'm a good person. 29. I'm calling the Coast Guard
 5 You need to go to jail, hempo.
 30. No tokes for me. I'm cool.
 6 My dad told me better, no way. 31. Leave me be, you blunt blazerl
 7 Grass is crass, also gross! No! 32. No, l'm as clean as a whistle
 Uhhh
 no thanks loser
 33. That's a death "roach." No
 g Get away from me, THC addict. 34. I'll pass on your pot offer
 1 Yeah right, I'm way too smart. 35. Cannabis is crap, you cretinl
 i Let me think... No way, never. 36. Pish posh, pot is for the birds!
 1 No. You are trash if you toke. 37. Nope. THC is not for me
 i Back off, bucko. You're bad. 38. Step out of my zone, now
 would rather not, okay?
 39. Get off my case, weed stoner
 15. injecting weed is for dummies
 40. Nuh uh, respect the police.
 41. Lay off, I listen to the law
 1 will never do one toke.
 17. Absolutely not, I love myself. 42. NOI Blunts are for bad men
 18. Get a grip you sativa snorterl 43. l'd rather not die. Tokes kill
 19. Bugger off, you bong addict! 44. No, weeds are for whacking
 20. I will use my taser on you.
 45. Marijuana is for morons, ok?
 21.What do l look like? A failure? 46. Are you serious? Get a life
 47. You're dumb if you do "dank
 22. Nah, bongs are wrong.
 23. No wayl Hemp is horrible!
 48. toners are loners. I'm good
 24. I'd rather not be a cannibal. 49. Nope Spliffs are for wimps!
Don't give in to peer pressure. (@drgrayfang) (This is Sarcasm for those of you who don't understand sarcasm)
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Bad, Blunts, and Dad: WAYS TO SAY NG TO WEED
 i. Are you kidding me? Grow up 26.
 was raised right, l won't light
 2. anja is for goons, no thanks
 27. l'd like to keep my job, thanks
 3. Get a job you hippie wastoid.
 28. You wish, pot junker! Back offl
 4 o thanks, I'm a good person. 29. I'm calling the Coast Guard
 5 You need to go to jail, hempo.
 30. No tokes for me. I'm cool.
 6 My dad told me better, no way. 31. Leave me be, you blunt blazerl
 7 Grass is crass, also gross! No! 32. No, l'm as clean as a whistle
 Uhhh
 no thanks loser
 33. That's a death "roach." No
 g Get away from me, THC addict. 34. I'll pass on your pot offer
 1 Yeah right, I'm way too smart. 35. Cannabis is crap, you cretinl
 i Let me think... No way, never. 36. Pish posh, pot is for the birds!
 1 No. You are trash if you toke. 37. Nope. THC is not for me
 i Back off, bucko. You're bad. 38. Step out of my zone, now
 would rather not, okay?
 39. Get off my case, weed stoner
 15. injecting weed is for dummies
 40. Nuh uh, respect the police.
 41. Lay off, I listen to the law
 1 will never do one toke.
 17. Absolutely not, I love myself. 42. NOI Blunts are for bad men
 18. Get a grip you sativa snorterl 43. l'd rather not die. Tokes kill
 19. Bugger off, you bong addict! 44. No, weeds are for whacking
 20. I will use my taser on you.
 45. Marijuana is for morons, ok?
 21.What do l look like? A failure? 46. Are you serious? Get a life
 47. You're dumb if you do "dank
 22. Nah, bongs are wrong.
 23. No wayl Hemp is horrible!
 48. toners are loners. I'm good
 24. I'd rather not be a cannibal. 49. Nope Spliffs are for wimps!
Don't give in to peer pressure. (@drgrayfang) (This is Sarcasm for those of you who don't understand sarcasm)
                
            

            
            
Don't give in to peer pressure. (@drgrayfang) (This is Sarcasm for those of you who don't understand sarcasm)