Se tu conoscessi ogni mia singola esplosione emotiva ti meraviglieresti dei fuochi d'artificio che illuminano quest'anima inquieta. È così da sempre, sai? boati immensi alternati a silenzi tombali. Se tu riuscissi ad entrare per un attimo in questo guazzabuglio di pensieri avresti paura di perderti nel luogo in cui nessuno ancora è riuscito a trovare una strada. Ci vuole pazienza con la segnaletica dei sentieri del cuore. perdersi è facile come ritrovarsi. la parola d'ordine è sempre la stessa: osare. ma il coraggio, si sa, non è da tutti. si rischia di lasciare pezzi di sé sparsi un po’ qui, un po’ là, un po’ ovunque. si rischia di ammettere a sé stessi e al mondo di aver vissuto davvero.
The last place Clarke expected to run into anyone she knows is the literal middle of the ocean, but the cruise ship has barely left port before she spots a familiar head of tousled curls ahead of her in the crowd.
She loses sight of him before she can get a good look, so she chalks it up to her imagination. It’s entirely possible that Bellamy is on the same cruise she is– they did, after all, both just graduate, and therefore have the same budget and scheduling constraints– but she tells herself it probably isn’t him. And that even if it is him, it’s not like they’re going to run into each other.
So of course the next day she’s on one of the decks by the pool when a shadow falls over her and his voice says, “Is this chair taken?”
Clarke pushes her sunglasses up on top of her head and wrinkles her nose at him.
“I don’t know, I my tiara really ought to have a chair of its own.”
Bellamy smirks and sits on the edge of the chair, not moving her stuff– not yet– but settling in to bicker with her. As is their custom.
She and Bellamy were RAs in the same dorm two years ago, and they had differing ideas at first about how hands-on they needed to be with their freshmen. Despite the way they picked at each other, by the end of the year they’d become reluctant allies, his calling her ‘Princess’ taking on less of a sneer and more of a teasing edge, her comebacks laced with a smile. They had each other’s backs.
But she didn’t re-up her RA contract for her senior year, and he did, and they’re not the type of friends to outright admit they miss each other, so she hasn’t seen nearly as much of him in the past couple of semesters as she would like.
“You here with Wells?”
“And Raven,” she nods. “I was saving those seats for them, but I’m pretty sure they ditched me to have tiny cabin sex.”
“O and Lincoln ditched me pretty fast too. I think they’ve all forfeited their right to a saved seat,” he grins, passing her bag back to her. The way he lounges back in the chair, skin already browning, wind ruffling his hair, he looks like something straight out of an ad. Or Clarke’s fantasies. Either one, really.
Just because she used to think he was a Class-A dick (which he is, but not in the way she thought. In the fun way.) doesn’t mean she’s never noticed how great his hands are, or how he’s got perfect hair for pulling, or how there’s probably more than one way to wipe a smirk off his face.
“Sure, make yourself at home,” she grumbles. He grins at her and pulls his shirt off, which is– honestly just so unfair.
White people in the English-speaking world have been given free license to break colonialist faux-Classical grammar rules 5eva (i can haz, lolspeak, l33tspeak, My Immortal, cattes, such soft so doge, u wot m8, sh*tgibbons, boaty mcboatface, lyking the bred, etc).
While white people are assumed to know the rules and consciously flout them for humorous effect, people of color doing the same things online often have to add footnotes proving they know what they did “wrong,” as the online audience will unfairly assume they are uneducated and “didn’t know any better.” This author probably got dozens of “corrections,” whether gentle or angry, for an obviously intentional nonstandard pattern, prompting their valid frustration at the sentient fedoras.
And it’s a safe bet that most of those pedants also follow gimmick accounts that twist language all the dang time, but they only complain about one person’s indefinite determiners.
This is a good opportunity I think for naming a boat? I don't have a name for this boat and I was hoping maybe we could come up with a name. A cool boat name for this boat you'll be traveling the world in.
Boaty, which has arguably one of the most famous names in recent
maritime history, is a new type of autonomous underwater vehicle (AUV),
which will be able to travel under ice, reach depths of 6,000 metres,
and transmit the data it collects to researchers via a radio link.
Its mission will be to investigate water flow and turbulence in the
dark depths of the Orkney Passage, a 3.5km deep region of the Southern
Ocean. The data it collects will help scientists understand how the
ocean is responding to global warming.
Something that Sci-if doesn’t always reflect is that people have senses of humor. We named a research ship Boaty McBoatface, after all. If humans have an opportunity to slip a in a pun you can bet your ass we’re going to. Also meme culture, which will lead to completely nonsensical cultural trends.
Sure there’ll be huge warships called “The Illustrious” or “The Indefatigable” but there are also going to be personal ships called “Rarest Pepe” or “Loss.jpg” or a thousand other completely bullshit names that make zero sense without two years of experience and full immersion in human culture.
And they’re not all going to look the same. We’ll have the standard chromed-out or sciency-white ships cruising along next to neon pink monstrosities with kitten motifs or bow art of shirtless anime characters.
Hell, it’s a guarantee that someone is going to deck out their ship to look like the interior of the starship Enterprise complete with cardboard cutouts of Spock, Kirk, and Uhura.
The mysterious wilderness beyond their house - Cassie makes a comment about her parents “maybe going to the store” on her quest to find them (they were just boning in bushes tho), so does that mean they’re possibly just a five minute walk from a town? Or do they have to drive to get there? Who Knows, Not I
I love the continual underlining of their compact family trio with little set-ups like this - three chairs at the dinner table, three surf boards stacked outside, three muskoka chairs around the fire pit.
This is also really telling of their family dynamic, I think - they obviously spend a lot of leisure time together and enjoy one another’s company. Cassie is likely treated as an equal, not a child they have to command or heel, and in some ways that’s kinda how Sully always treated Nate? He was obviously a kid, but Sully taught him how to shoot and run jobs and didn’t shy away from showing him Adult Stuff. Sully was always straight with him.
So now it comes full circle with Cassie. Nate doesn’t know how to be a dad, and doesn’t want to be his father, so he only does what he knows how to do - be like Sully (minus the smoking and the crime).
Elena and Cassie are also likely very close, and have lots of quality mom-daughter bonding. The corny “my mom is my best friend” line would ring true for Cassie, and I’m sure Elena is over the moon about having her child as such a close and trusted confidant and friend.
they are literally a family out of an ikea catalogue. fucking tiki drinking glasses. i am thriving
fish!! everywhere!! swimming and having fun!!
I see Elena is making sure her husband eats lots of pineapples
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Nate wears a pirate hat 106% of the time when driving their boat
I bet you Cassie has a tiny hideout on this island where she keeps any cool stones or sea glass she finds. Her own pirate island to command and conquer and build blanket forts on. Libertalia Lite™
ND for the love of holy christ tell us where they live. Is it Florida? Hawai’i? Morocco? California? where (I am not a rockologist so science side of tumblr please tell me where you would find these kinds of rock formations)
I don’t have anything insightful to say about this picture. It’s just a cool thing on the side of their house. ~quality commentary~
conspiracy theory beautiful minds board! I bet Cassie writes “Cassie is da best” and draws butts on there and shit like that when her parents aren’t looking.
I’m picturing Nate and Elena wearing lab coats and safety goggles doing this stuff. Judging by the coke cans on the table, they work long into the night and Nate finally discovers what it feels like to be a university student.
their beloved accomplishment wall. They’re even on the cover of Archaeology Now, a magazine Nate and Elena had multiple issues of lying around their first home.
im sorry i just,,, i have to take a minute
B O I DO I LOVE ELENA AND SULLY BEING BEST BUDS
ur grandmas would be so goddamn proud of u cassie. I bet nate is VERY EMOTIONAL about his daughter being on the cover of a magazine that likely took up space on his mother’s desk as a child.
i am going to hire nate and elena to do my interior decorating because w o w i am so in love with all of this
Schaefer’s necklace + photo of Tenzin’s village!!
Cassie knows Avery’s sigil, and given Nate’s huuuuuge reluctance to tell his daughter anything about his past, im gonna bet Sam told Cassie all about the pirates of Libertalia.
nate… my guy… do u seriously have a picture of the rub’ al khali desert saved in ur adventure closet
????????? u almost died dude
Nate has his mother’s handwriting ;____;
ah yes, cassie. you are holding a rare photo of both your parents in a time period where they have not done the dance with no pants. truly a vintage rarity in this day and age