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Af, Ass, and Beard: When you watchin Black Panther wit yo boo and Michael B. Jordan come on the screen Girls who have fetishes for niggas with beards are the worse. My beard don’t connect so I know my limits are short and few. So when a Michael b Jordan head ass nigga pulls up I have no chance. It’s like Yamcha vs Jiren. So I’m on a double date, my bro, his girl, my girl, and I. We went to see Black Panther. Girls ruthless when they be describing they celebrirty crush. They be having no remorse describing features and attributes that We don’t have. I don’t got that much Virtual Currency to level up. While watching the trailers the girls converse about how hype they are for the movie and the fine line of melanated cast memebers. All throughout the movie when ever one of the dudes appeared shirtless like they on a jet beauty magazine they creamed. Michael B came up me and my bro both seen our girls mouth start to water like in the cartoons when you know they bout to fuck a plate of food. The ride home is where things really turned up. We were having a convo when sex comes up. Sharing each other thoughts my bro ask ( the girl I’m in a date with) So you wouldn’t let a dude hit before marriage?” She respond swiftly “Only if he fine af”. I try to throw myself in there like “ you know I’m up next “. Her response “Boy bye, like I said Girl only if he fine I can ride his dick into the sunset”. I can see my bro giving me eye contact through the rear view mirror. It’s hard to drive when you see disappointment in the rear view. A single tear nosedived from eyes down my cheek. I pulled over to the side of the road and let my girl drive the rest of the way. I’m tryna build something and she playing games. Bury me in Wakanda where the land flows with milk and honey and everybody look like me. Every time I play fortnite I land in lonely lodge. A nigga don’t even be tryna play no more I just sit there and let myself get engulfed in the storm.
Af, Ass, and Beard: When you watchin Black Panther wit yo
 boo and Michael B. Jordan come on the
 screen
Girls who have fetishes for niggas with beards are the worse. My beard don’t connect so I know my limits are short and few. So when a Michael b Jordan head ass nigga pulls up I have no chance. It’s like Yamcha vs Jiren. So I’m on a double date, my bro, his girl, my girl, and I. We went to see Black Panther. Girls ruthless when they be describing they celebrirty crush. They be having no remorse describing features and attributes that We don’t have. I don’t got that much Virtual Currency to level up. While watching the trailers the girls converse about how hype they are for the movie and the fine line of melanated cast memebers. All throughout the movie when ever one of the dudes appeared shirtless like they on a jet beauty magazine they creamed. Michael B came up me and my bro both seen our girls mouth start to water like in the cartoons when you know they bout to fuck a plate of food. The ride home is where things really turned up. We were having a convo when sex comes up. Sharing each other thoughts my bro ask ( the girl I’m in a date with) So you wouldn’t let a dude hit before marriage?” She respond swiftly “Only if he fine af”. I try to throw myself in there like “ you know I’m up next “. Her response “Boy bye, like I said Girl only if he fine I can ride his dick into the sunset”. I can see my bro giving me eye contact through the rear view mirror. It’s hard to drive when you see disappointment in the rear view. A single tear nosedived from eyes down my cheek. I pulled over to the side of the road and let my girl drive the rest of the way. I’m tryna build something and she playing games. Bury me in Wakanda where the land flows with milk and honey and everybody look like me. Every time I play fortnite I land in lonely lodge. A nigga don’t even be tryna play no more I just sit there and let myself get engulfed in the storm.

Girls who have fetishes for niggas with beards are the worse. My beard don’t connect so I know my limits are short and few. So when a Michae...

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>
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<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>
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<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>
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<p>Yooooo</p>

<p><a href="http://dragonsateyourtoast.tumblr.com/post/169373651900" class="tumblr_blog">dragonsateyourtoast</a>:</p><blockquote> <p><a href...

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 I KNEW I-WOULD WIN
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Af, Being Alone, and Ass: When you land at pleasant park and ya house aint got no guns and you already hear rockets and gunshots going off outside Fortnite done changed my life. I lost all hope for online gaming and a welcoming gaming community since Mw2. I was lost, alone, and had no squad. All my friends were dead and I felt the pain Lil Uzi was trying to portray in his music. I’m not gonna lie, I was not on the fortnite wave at first until i actually played it when I went over to my little cousin house. This is probably one of the most addicting games. More addicting then crack. They had to have sprinkle some crack into the servers. The first time I picked up a controller I was like “why the fuck is their the magic school bus dropping us off?” Then I see hella people sky diving out. Im like we about to mob on niggas, till i released how ruthless people online are. I use to just skydive as soon as the bus crossed over the map. I would be lumber jacking wood until some ruthless ass mother fucker pulls up with a Gold Scar, Maxed out shield and his homie quick scoping me from 90 meters out in a 5 story apartment complex. I have no chance with this cute little pix axe. I played squad mode with some random. I will never forget you Zelda Girl. She looked like she knew what she was doing so i followed her. Zelda Girl was thiccc af in her camo cargos working that axe for that wood. I seen shorty get sniped by a call of duty try hard from about 200 meters away. how a bitch from Tilted towers pop her from greasy grove? I went over to revive her and gave her my last Med Kid and Shield Juice. That Shield Lean comes in clutch down the stretch when fuck niqqas try to team up on you. I end up finishing the two enemies and I go over to salvage their materials. Just in the nick of Time the storm starts closing in on me. Trying to run from the storm is like dodging child support, you can’t. Once trap by the system it’s over for you. My health on about 14 when I look over to Zelda girl bonk ganging my ass. Storm closing in the bitch pulls out a launch pad and leaves my ass. These hoes not loyal. I died in the storm. Zelda girl if you reading this... bitch I miss you baby come back. I won’t die in the storm no more. I hate to see you go but I love to watch that ass leave 😘
Af, Being Alone, and Ass: When you land at pleasant park and
 ya house aint got no guns and you
 already hear rockets and gunshots
 going off outside
Fortnite done changed my life. I lost all hope for online gaming and a welcoming gaming community since Mw2. I was lost, alone, and had no squad. All my friends were dead and I felt the pain Lil Uzi was trying to portray in his music. I’m not gonna lie, I was not on the fortnite wave at first until i actually played it when I went over to my little cousin house. This is probably one of the most addicting games. More addicting then crack. They had to have sprinkle some crack into the servers. The first time I picked up a controller I was like “why the fuck is their the magic school bus dropping us off?” Then I see hella people sky diving out. Im like we about to mob on niggas, till i released how ruthless people online are. I use to just skydive as soon as the bus crossed over the map. I would be lumber jacking wood until some ruthless ass mother fucker pulls up with a Gold Scar, Maxed out shield and his homie quick scoping me from 90 meters out in a 5 story apartment complex. I have no chance with this cute little pix axe. I played squad mode with some random. I will never forget you Zelda Girl. She looked like she knew what she was doing so i followed her. Zelda Girl was thiccc af in her camo cargos working that axe for that wood. I seen shorty get sniped by a call of duty try hard from about 200 meters away. how a bitch from Tilted towers pop her from greasy grove? I went over to revive her and gave her my last Med Kid and Shield Juice. That Shield Lean comes in clutch down the stretch when fuck niqqas try to team up on you. I end up finishing the two enemies and I go over to salvage their materials. Just in the nick of Time the storm starts closing in on me. Trying to run from the storm is like dodging child support, you can’t. Once trap by the system it’s over for you. My health on about 14 when I look over to Zelda girl bonk ganging my ass. Storm closing in the bitch pulls out a launch pad and leaves my ass. These hoes not loyal. I died in the storm. Zelda girl if you reading this... bitch I miss you baby come back. I won’t die in the storm no more. I hate to see you go but I love to watch that ass leave 😘

Fortnite done changed my life. I lost all hope for online gaming and a welcoming gaming community since Mw2. I was lost, alone, and had no s...