Hello!! I made a post like this before, and I think it’s time I made another one as summers can be tough for some people or just life in general!
I just want to remind you to take breaks, give yourself a rest cause it’s important not to over work yourself. Drink some water, stay hydrated as it gets v hot at this time of year ( and if it’s cold we’re you are it’s still v important to stay hydrated). Try your best to dress for the weather. eat some food, get all that important nutrients your body needs to thrive and grow. Take your medicine that you need. Take deep slow breaths, you will get through this, you are trying your very best, and your best is good enough, you are good enough. It’s okay to be happy and it’s okay to be sad, your feelings are valid and most important you are valid. Your entire being is valid and important. Take some time if you can to wake up early and watch the sunrise, appreciate the clouds, the small blades of grass, the way the sun feels on your skin. Soak in the fresh air. Take a nap if needed. Take yourself to a movie or just to get something to eat or just simply for a walk. Try your best not to stay in side for weeks on end. If you can’t then open the curtains and let that sweet natural light in. Self care is so important cause you are a work of ART and art needs to be handled with care and love! So handle yourself with love and care! Please don’t let your colors fade away! You are my mutual, and I am so proud and honored to be mutuals with you. I am so proud of you for being here another day and fighting through all your difficulties in life. You are so strong. Remember this always!
And if we are not mutuals and you happen to be reading this, this message also applies to you, you lovely human being!
Some potential previews of what’s coming up/what you can look forwards to in Marines not to say they’re 100% gonna happen, just at the moment they are
Is this what a heart attack feels like?
Buggy knows that hair, knows that face, knows it all like he knows the sun and the sea and the sky.
He wants to croon from the rooftops because forget those eyes, Buggy knows who the real father of this young woman is. Only…
Only he remembers the hunts, remembers the terror, the deaths. All to find Captain Roger’s child.
He might detest Shanks, but he wouldn’t wish the death of his girl on his old rival.
Even he’s not that heartless.
“And how would you know that?”
“I recognised your name.”
“And I recognise your hair. Never thought that scallywag would have a child.”
“He lives to surprise us all.”
“That he does, that he does.”
Crocodile stares down at the sketches, because… those eyes… does he really want Hawk Eyes on his ass for fighting his daughter?
His finger traces one of the deep black rings in the iris, a trait he’s never seen outside of his fellow Shichibukai. That these eyes are just as yellow, just as haunting…
Oh well, he can take the swordsman. And who will find out it was Crocodile that did the girl in?
It’s not like Hawk Eyes is anywhere nearby, after all.
His hand is laced with sweat for the first time in years. Heat no longer bothers him, after all; it’s just a shame he’s still quite capable of a nervous sweat.
From the corner of her eye, Riskua shoots him a questioning glance, her hand cool against his own.
“Okay, stop a second,” she murmurs, drawing both of them to a halt. Her hand works free of his for a moment, replaced swiftly with the excess fabric of Ace’s flame-patterned robe.
Fucking hell, of course she noticed, of course-
Before his blush can have his cheeks bursting into literal flames, Riskua’s hand returns to his own but instead of the gentle hold they’d had going on, she threads her fingers fully through his. It’s a solid hold, firm but not tight. Now neither of them are sweaty, the perspiration wiped free of their palms.
“You said you’ve been here before, right?” She asks, eyes scanning the crowd and acting as if the whole hand holding thing isn’t happening in the least. Is she just not bothered by it? Or does it feel as natural to her as it does to him? Or does it mean nothing and that’s why she doesn’t seem to care? Or-
Startling at the call of his name, Ace returns to the present and offers Riskua his best grin, hoping to god it doesn’t come off as nervous as he feels.
“I know a place we can eat,” Ace confirms, because while he might not have stopped here for very long, he recalls the joint; hopefully the owner won’t recall him though. He’s barely finished the sentence before his lips run away from him and he hastily tags on, “just the two of us.” Holding his breath, Ace flicks a glance to Riskua, watching her watch him.
Her head’s titled to a side and Ace hasn’t felt so intensely observed in a long time.
“Just the two of us,” Riskua agrees with a smile. “like that dine n’ dash back on Dawn.”
Fuck that dine n’ dash, that’s what started this whole thing. Though Ace has acknowledged his feelings to the point he knows if it hadn’t hit him at that dine n’ dash, they’d have caught up to him at some other point.
“If it’s just the two of us we can catch up, talk.” He can spend some time with her, time without the rest of Luffy’s crew or even Luffy himself poking his nose in.
“So, like a date?” Riskua questions, lips wrapping around that final damning word until it sounds foreign coming from her mouth.
And fuck Ace’s life because suddenly it’s like he’s swallowed a mouthful of seawater, like his tongue doesn’t have the energy to move. And when it finally does, the words that come out aren’t the ones he wanted.
“We’re here, it’s this diner.”
Where was the ‘yes’ he’d wanted to voice?
He doesn’t know whether to kiss Luffy or kill him.
Well well well.
Staring down at the latest set of bounties to grace his desk, Law gracefully sets a specific few aside; his future rivals. Though there are two of specific interest, two that he’s been waiting on.
Staring down at the photograph, Law’s lips twitch up slightly at the sight of Dracule Riskua, of Ris-ya’s visage smeared across the wanted poster. The little nickname is far from threatening, though it seems to be a trend with this crew, given the captain’s own moniker. Not to say that it’s inappropriate, but still.
In the very least it’s distinctive.
The captain of the Strawhat Pirates also holds the final puzzle piece to a little problem he’s been mulling over for the last few years.
Because he too has a tattoo, a very familiar one in the same likeness as the other two Law has seen.
Three people out of four with visible tattoos; it can be concluded the fourth has one that is not visible, especially given his… day job.
Ace, Sabo, Riskua… and Luffy.
These four people are all interconnected through the ink they wear. the initials of the other they carry, and a mysterious past that links them together.
Two out of these four are confirmed ‘Ds’. Portgas D. Ace. Monkey D. Luffy.
Three out of the four are Pirates.
Two out of the four belong to dangerous fractions Law is in no way ready to tangle with yet.
Ris-ya unquestionably has links to the World’s Greatest Swordsman, her last name confirms it.
Fire Fist is a member of the Whitebeard Pirates, while Sabo-ya declares himself the second in command to the World’s Most Wanted Criminal.
Undoubtedly there’ll be unseen bonds that make Strawhat Luffy as dangerous as the other three.
hello, loves! i’ve had this idea in my head for a little while now, and i’ve finally been able to put the words to the page! i’m really happy with how this turned out, so i hope you enjoy! please let me know what you think!
huge thank you to the lovely @takemeawaytocamelot for being the best motivator and cheerleader ever, as well as my other tss ladies who are always the most supportive bunch. 🤗
IMPORTANT: THIS IS STRICTLY A ONE-SHOT. NO MORE PARTS WILL BE WRITTEN.
-the eldest bairn, kait xxx
“Did you really think that I would swallow this… fairytale? Do you think I’m still five years old?”
“It’s not a fairytale, Bree.”
The door shut behind her with a sharp bang! that echoed throughout the house, reverberating off of the walls and causing the vanity to shake. Unperturbed with the state of the mirror or the trinkets that surrounded it, she stomped over to the bed and unceremoniously plopped down on it, grasping the hairbrush and angrily running it through her hair.
All of her life, she thought that she was someone else–countless times she had helped her father, spending hours upon hours looking through their genealogy chart in an attempt to trace their ancestry throughout Europe. He had played along, telling her about his grandparents and great-grandparents, all the way to the eldest ancestor that they knew of: a Captain of Dragoons, stationed in Scotland with a pristine record and high regards from the Crown for his service. Frank had always talked so highly of him, but whenever his name was mentioned, her mother would leave the room.
She realized that her mother never truly told her much about her own heritage, just about Uncle Lamb and her parents, but besides that…
I suppose she wanted to keep that under wraps, too, she thought, brushing the other side of her head.
A moment passed before she fully paused, looking down at the curling waves of her auburn hair. Her father didn’t have red hair–granted, neither did her mother. She remembered asking him once where her red hair came from, and he had just replied, “One of your relatives.”
One of my relatives. My father…?
She set the brush down on the bed, running her fingers through the soft strands. As much as she didn’t know right now, one thing was certain: Frank Randall was not her biological father, this Jamie Fraser–whoever he might be–is. However, that was the only straw she could grasp from the bunch that her mother gave her; she had lost Brianna as soon as she said Culloden.
How could one believe such a tale? Her father apparently did–the other one.
So many emotions were coursing through her veins, but the one of highest supply was frustration and anger. She felt betrayed by her mother, of whom she felt had lied to her all of her life, making her believe that Frank Randall was her biological father. And after a moment, anger seemed to triumph over all other emotions, and she flung herself off of the bed, pulling a bag off of the floor and stuffing as much into it as humanly possible. She needed to get out of there. Now.
After realizing that not everything was going to fit if she kept shoving everything into the small opening of the rucksack, she instead started emptying the contents onto the floor. She shook the bag harshly, taking her anger out on the innocent fabric pack, before she heard something plop unceremoniously onto the floor. At first, she didn’t recognize it, but after a moment’s pause, her racing pulse leveled.
It was a small, leather-bound notebook, no more than 5 inches in width, 6 in height. The book was about 100 pages thick, covered in both her mother’s and her own scrawled hand across the pages, alternating between different colors of ink.
A fairy-tale told to her by her mother in her youth.
A five-year-old Brianna Randall sits upright in bed, excitedly gripping the edges of her quilt as she waits for her mother to return home. At this point, they had their schedule down to a science: Claire would walk in the door, go straight to the eagerly-awaiting Brianna, and she would recount to her daughter the adventures told the night before.
Tonight, however, was different. Daddy had come home from the University with a beautiful leather-bound, handheld notebook. “Fill it with whatever your heart desires, little beauty,” he had said, and she took it to heart. She would fill it up, cover to cover, with her favorite story of all time.
Her heart began to race in excitement as she heard her mother’s voice coming from downstairs, the beats getting more frantic as she heard the footsteps getting closer and closer. When the door finally opened and the bright blue scrubs came into view, she jumped up and down in her bed.
“Mama, guess what I got from Daddy today!” She squealed, thrusting the notebook at her mother in excitement.
“Oh, Bree, how lovely!” She examined the book delicately before handing it back to her daughter. “What will you write in it?”
Bree giggled, “Silly Mama, our story!”
Instead of replying right away, she swallowed hard, turning herself away from her daughter and towards the window. Confused, Brianna ignored this strange behavior and went to her desk, pulling out a pen and holding it out to her mother. “Write, Mama?”
She cleared her throat once before turning back around, a smile forming on her lips. “Of course, love. Now, where did we leave off?”
“No, we have to start over!”
Smiling, Claire took the pen from her daughter’s tiny hand and balanced the book on her knee, starting to write. While she wrote, she had Bree read the words out loud to her.
Once upon a time, in a far away land, there lived a King and his fair Queen. The pair loved each other very much, and to prove that their love was eternal, the King took his wife away from the business of castle life to a remote village in the mountains.
While there, they visited their subjects and attended to their duties, as Kings and Queens do, but one day, the Queen was separated from her King and fell through a portal to another world. Frightened and alone, the Queen ran for miles and miles to find her King, but couldn’t find her way back. Getting lost in the ever-thickening wood as she ran, she encountered the most fearsome dragon in all of the Worlds. Fortunately, however, she was rescued by a knight in shining silver armor and taken away to safety.
On the way to the castle, the Queen’s escort introduced himself as Sir James the Red, Knight of Lallybroch. The Queen introduced herself only as Christine, in fear that someone would recognize her.
For many months the Queen took refuge in the new castle, Leoch, becoming a guest of it’s King and making many friends among the subjects. One day, after a great Gathering was held, the Grand Duke requested she be present on a hunt, to which she agreed. While on the hunt, she became very close to Sir James, who promised to protect her from anything and everything she could encounter on the journey.
And as Sir James predicted, Christine came face-to-face with the monstrous dragon once more. With his fiery breath, he burned her repeatedly. But ever so true to his word, her Knight came to save her and, in order to protect her, offered his hand to her, which she accepted. The two of them became extremely close while continuing the hunt. She missed her King dearly, but was starting to accept her life with her red Knight in shining armor.
Eventually, the Knight found out about her travels through time, and offered to take her back home. They traveled on horseback for days while the Queen figured out what her heart truly wanted. Her duty was to her King, but how could she leave her Knight, a man that she had grown to love more than life itself?
It all came down to a single choice. Sir James took her to the portal, where she had to make her final decision. Who did she want to be: Christine the Queen, or Christine, the Knight’s wife?
In the end, she chose Sir James. The pair went back to his home, to begin their happily ever after. That is, until the creature returned, this time to take him for retribution, and it was up to Lady Christine to be her Knight’s savior.
With the help of Sir James’ fellow knights, and a few cows, Lady Christine was able to save her knight in shining–
“Mama,” Bree, now an inquisitive eight-year-old, interrupted, looking at her mother in confusion. “What did the cows do?”
Claire laughed, caught off-guard by her question. “Well, Sir Marcus decided that it would be the easiest way to get Sir James out of the dragon’s keep, without drawing too much attention.”
Bree’s eyebrows creased together and her lips pursed outward. “But… wouldn’t a large group of cows draw attention to them, anyway?”
“Do you want me to continue or not?”
She nodded eagerly, leaning away from the headboard.
Lady Christine was able to save her knight in shining armor, and together they traveled away to a distant land full of delectable foods, beautiful dresses, large parties, and lots of intrigue. But Sir James’ experiences with the monster left him scarred, emotionally and physically. She tried her best to help him, but nothing she did soothed his suffering. Eventually, their marriage began to crumble, and she feared she would lose her husband.
One night, she talked to him about it. He told her all of his heart, as one should in a marriage, and the patches seemed to be healed. However, when the evil creature returned for his just desserts, Sir James vowed that he would be the one to slay it. Afraid for her husband’s life, as well as the dragon’s, she begged him to leave it be. His grudge, however, would haunt him forever as he attempted to slay the beast, eventually doing so with all three of them seriously injured. Lady Claire saved Sir James once more, and, after losing their faith, the pair moved back to their country to be with their family. Fate, however, would not be on their side.
A war was rapidly approaching, and as much as they tried to stop it from coming, Sir James and Lady Christine were faced with no other choice. Pregnant with his child, he sent them back to her own time, where they could be safe in the protection of the King.
“She never goes back to him?” Thirteen-year-old Bree inquires of her mother with her elbows on her knees and her hands resting beneath her chin.
Claire pauses, swallowing an invisible lump in her throat. “No, she doesn’t.”
“Why not? If she truly loves him, wouldn’t she want to be with him forever?”
“Of course she would.” She smiled softly, wrapping her arms around Bree’s shoulders. Leaning her head on top of her daughter’s, she asked, “Do you remember the battle, the one that they were all preparing for at the end of the story?”
Bree nodded, urging her to continue.
“Well, before they parted, Sir James promised m–Christine–” She cleared her throat. “He told Lady Christine that he would die on the battlefield, defending his country. And she took his word for it.”
“So, she didn’t even try to find him? Not even for the chance that they could be together again?”
Tears formed in Claire’s eyes, but Bree couldn’t see them. Instead of replying, she finished the story.
Lady Christine returned to her time and resumed her position as Queen. She was reunited with her King, and he promised that they would raise Sir James’ child together, as their own.
A few months later, a princess was born, and they named her Ellen, after Sir James’ mother. And together, the three of them lived a happy life, the child unaware of her true parentage.
Every once in awhile, however, the Queen would see her daughter’s red hair catch the light, and she would see her husband. Her red Knight.
Thunderbirds are not one of your trendy cryptids, they have a history and an importance to indigenous folk all across Turtle Island and y'all need to think before putting them in your cute cryptid posts.
I know y'all are tired of hearing about my relationship but here's some boy positivity
My boyfriend has vitiligo. When he told me this the first time we talked, I said I thought it was cool. He was genuinely shocked that I didn’t make fun of him or ask to see it. The first time I really saw it was when he posted a picture on Instagram that shows it pretty obviously. He said he thought about taking it down, but I told him how much I liked it, and he decided to keep it up.
He’s very insecure about his chest because of how much his vitiligo covers it. He told me this early in the relationship and I reassured him that I wouldn’t find it weird/a turn off. When he finally felt comfortable showing his chest in either snapchats or on Skype, I once again reassured him that I didn’t think it was weird. I actually really like it. It doesn’t change how I felt about him.
When he asked me why I liked his vitiligo, I told him, “because it’s a part of you.” And you know what he did? He cried. Which leads me to my next point.
My boyfriend is a very emotional person. He cries about things. He cried(several times) the first time he skyped me, saying he couldn’t believe I was his girlfriend (which btw was the sweetest thing and made me cry too). Boys are always told they shouldn’t be emotional or cry, and I think that’s ridiculous, as someone who is extremely sensitive. Instead of telling him to man up, I help him get through it. I tell him it’s okay, because it is.
The best thing about this boy?
He is just as accepting of my flaws as I am of his. My anxiety and depression which weigh very heavily on the both of us, my stretch marks, my insecurities. He accepts all of it.
Girls are not the only ones who are allowed to be shy or nervous in relationships. Girls are not the only ones who are allowed to be emotional or cry over little things.
Boys can be insecure. Boys can have flaws. Boys can be emotional. Boys can be human.
Boys, never settle for someone who won’t accept your shy side. Never settle for your dream girl/boy if they won’t let you cry or be emotional. Find someone who will understand you and accept you as you are, no matter how long it takes. I promise it will be worth it. While self love is very important, sometimes having someone else admire you just makes things all the better. Especially when they admire you at your most vulnerable.
Boys, keep having feelings unapologetically. Break the norm that boys should be emotionless. You don’t have to be a “tough guy” to find love. You don’t have to be anything but yourself. And if all else fails and you feel no one is one your side, I personally support and accept your feelings. Let them out. You deserve to have them.