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milaeryn · 2 years
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Has anyone done this yet
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anxietywasright · 7 months
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The worst part about being strong is nobody knows you're hurting
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evilhorse · 2 months
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Fido’s slice and dice made for a nasty fight
(The New Warriors #24)
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apphiarothowrites · 8 months
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Nothing but the truth
Nobody notices anything is wrong with Marco for a full two days after the fact. He doesn't blame them-it's not a habit or instinct of his to lie. Hell, he hadn't known anything was wrong with himself until dinner when Thatch shoved a plate of pie into his hands and despite his attempt to be polite about it, he somehow said "Oh, I'm not going to be able to eat this" instead of "Thanks."
Thatch barely batted an eye at the time, waving him off with a "Then give it to Ace!", already engrossed in passing dessert out to some puppy-eyed deckhands from the Second Division. Still, the fact that he couldn't pass off his dislike of this particular pie-chocolate mousse-like normal is what tipped him off.
He tests it throughout the next day. First with his first officer, Mala, during paperwork after breakfast. He opens a conversation about paint colors for a theoretical redecoration of his quarters, Mala asks his opinion about the color orange, and he tries his absolute damnedest to say he hates it with every fiber of his being. Instead what comes out is, "I love orange. Reminds me of Ace-yoi."
And while his attraction to Ace hasn't exactly been a secret in his own Division, Mala's eyebrows rise above the rims of their glasses regardless. He's usually much more subtle about it, quieter. He's never said much about it out loud, let alone so directly.
Later in the day, in deference to how close he got to just blurting something out that he isn't exactly keen on being known, he changes tactics. After a near disaster during lunch--Namur lamenting his shore leave will be cut short to supervise a supply pick-up for his Division that Marco nearly volunteers himself for--he switches to nonverbal answers.
Nods, shakes of the head, shrugging of the shoulders, a hand wavering in the air "so-so". He keeps his opinions honest, but practical and gentle. "You should tell your First Officer this." "That's the responsibility of your Quartermaster, ask him." "This isn't something my Division covers, take this to the Fifth."
He also delegates. On deck, he keeps himself reserved and quieter than normal. He relies on the deck bosses to be vigilant, allows senior members of the crew to throw their weight around to keep the younger or less experienced sailors in line, and generally stays close to the helmsman in the topmost deck. Ace is on the same deck shift as he is and he lets the younger man do most of the work. It isn't strictly out of character for him-he runs "tests" like these often enough that most aren't surprised by his shift in attitude. The only mild oddness is that he didn't warn anyone he was doing so-his usual routine is to give a heads up a week or so beforehand to the deck bosses and Division Commanders about such a thing. Thankfully, everyone takes it in stride-especially Ace who practically shines with how well he takes over the flow of the ship while he's in charge.
He even tells Ace so when the deck shift changes, patting the younger man on the back and praising him on the way indoors. Ace flushes, still unused to compliments, but gives him an odd look when they enter the mess for dinner. It's a close call, but Marco thinks he's in the clear once Ace starts wolfing down his multiple plates like normal.
In the end, though, it's Pops who figures him out. Pops appears in the mess halfway through dinner and things almost immediately go off the rails. The cheery atmosphere boils right over into riotous joy-songs, drinking contests, money changing hands, and food everywhere. Marco, already slightly on edge from the strangeness affecting him, finds his nerves wearing thin after the first hour. But moments like these have been getting rarer, where Pops' health is on the upswing and he's got enough energy at the end of the day to sit around and shoot the shit with the crew.
Pops notices, because of course he does. There's a lull, about two hours in, around him and he leans over on one elbow to nudge Marco's back gently where he sits on the arm of Pops' chair. "You're frowning there, son."
"Sorry-yoi." He says automatically. And he is, he hates when his worries and mood deprive Pops-or anyone-a chance at a good time.
"What's on your mind?" His father asks quietly-which, for a man his size, is still a dull roar but in the din of the cafeteria Marco knows barely anyone heard him.
"That guy from the fight two days ago did something to me." He says, not a single thought going to the preservation of his dignity. There had been a minor scuffle during a supply run, and a man had shoved Marco into a wall while accusing him of lying about his loyalty to the crew. "I can't lie and I'm having trouble holding back impulsive honesty or gestures-yoi."
Pops eyes him, one eyebrow raised, and takes a sip out of his massive tankard. "What's to be done about it?"
Marco shrugs. "Fuck if I know-yoi."
Then he blinks, the abruptness of his own honesty surprising himself. "I...I don't know. I'm going to piss somebody off though, or tell someone something I shouldn't-yoi."
Pops rests a massive hand against his back, warm and steady. Marco leans back into it, feeling strangely comforted and mildly embarrassed (like he's 18 again, freaked out by a nightmare and too prideful to say so). "Come see me in the morning, we'll discuss what we should do next. Until then, try to enjoy yourself son!"
He shoves Marco off the arm of the chair, directly into Ace's passing side, and laughs loud enough to make his ears ring.
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cerisevickers · 2 years
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Truth.
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thebarbarianyo · 2 months
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you know who’s awesome? jon batiste, yo
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faithful-diaries · 1 year
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This had to be spoken about.
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istylexicon · 1 year
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Moodboard Mondays: Ghetto Fabulous
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In reality, Black women were rocking fake nails before they were “cool.” Wearing them proudly when the words used by the world to describe them were “ghetto,” “tacky,” and “how can you do anything wearing them?” Once again, we see the recurring theme that it’s the color of a person’s skin that makes something trendy and acceptable. Repackage something from Black culture in whiteness and boom, it’s mainstream and those that appropriate are seen as trailblasers.
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obviously the hottest girls are the ones who want to change their theme everyday
LITERALLY !!!
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thebookofm · 1 year
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Paper Girls: Action, Adventure, and More Action
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Do you like action and adventure? How about biker gangs and gunfights? 
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Do you want to see kids shooting other kids and beating adults to death? 
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Do you like giant mecha fights and trained pterosaurs? 
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Are you interested in car and motorcycle chases?
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Are you a fan of heists and petty larceny? Bloody noses and bleeding from...other places? 
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Are you excited by underage smoking, drinking, and driving? How about dangerous and illegal fireworks use?
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Do you like your shows to feature voyeurism, betrayal, and near-constant profanity? Are you intrigued by forbidden love?
If you answered “yes” to any or all of the above questions, then Paper Girls is the show for you. 
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kafeinated · 2 years
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where is the lie
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palfriendpatine66 · 11 months
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The most important thing about this - besides how true it is - is that my husband is the one who sent it to me
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evilhorse · 2 months
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The New Warriors #25
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goodcockbadcock · 1 year
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sometimes i wake up in a cold sweat and i need to travel to the kitchen to lay on the floor and tell my dog that shes pretty
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GNR will always be our favorite dirty boys 🤭
Yes, this is certainly true. Always and forever. 🥵🖤
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