Turn loose the mermaids(Part 15)

Well, let’s see what happens. Also can you find the line Chat said that will make you think ‘they are made for each other’ ? It is a line similar to something mari said last chapter

“And that’s all I can do for now.” Nino watched wearily as Max gathered what was left of the bandages and his other medical tools.”He will get a fever and if he manages to get through it, he shall be fine. If not…we may need a new captain. Do you want me to announce….”

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Birthdays were always a big deal in the Poindexter house. Money was tight so presents weren’t expensive, but your favorite meal and a new hand knitted object was almost always a guarantee. 

Dex’s first year at Samwell he missed his family so much he could’ve cried. He did cry, alone in his room before class. Chowder was the only one who knew and he got Bitty to make Dex’s favorite pie. Still, he missed waking up with a new blanket on his bed or a sweater on his computer chair. 

He got a package with a new beanie. He didn’t take it off for a week. 

His second year is some how harder. 

A package shows up the day of with a note signed by all his family. His dads and siblings sent him a green sweater and blue gloves, made by Kate and Papa, his aunts, uncles, and cousins sent him a new tool kit. 

He cries when he calls them. 

Then Chowder texts him, tells him to come to the Haus for birthday pie and his present. 

Chowder and Tango both have party blowers and Bitty has a hat waiting for him. Whiskey’s at the counter looking unimpressed as usual, but has a wrapped present in his hands. 

“Happy birthday Poindexter.” Whiskey hands over the present with a card signed by the whole team, or more like six people signed it and one of them did the rest, and Farmer. 

It’s a Falconers jersey signed by Jack. 

Tango and Bitty start passing out slices of pie while Chowder asks about what his family sent him. Whiskey sits across from him quietly, watching him talk. 

He looks through the card to see whose signature he can recognize. Chowder and Farmer’s are both easy, Bitty signed Jack’s because he wasn’t there, Lardo did Shitty’s, Nursey and Tango’s he knows, and Whiskey must have signed everyone else. 

When noon comes he has to leave for a class and Whiskey offers to walk with him. 

“I have my own class to get to.” 

They walk in silence for a while. Finally, Dex has to speak. 

“I saw you watching me back at the Haus,” He swears Whiskey blushes at that. “Why?” 

He’s quiet for a long time. “You’re interesting.” 


Whiskey stopped. “I knew I was into guys in high school but I never really let myself think about it. Being around Bitty and Tony has been really helpful but facing it head on is what made me accept that I’m bi.” 

Dex was confused. “What did I have to do with that?” 

Whiskey smiled. “You made me face it,” He stepped closer to Dex. “I always did like freckles.” 

He winks and walks away, leaving Dex to think about what he said. Dex was almost late to class, and he certainly didn’t pay as close attention as he should have. 

When he got to the Haus later Nursey pulled him in the hallway for a little privacy and crowded him against the wall. 

“Happy birthday Babe.” 

Dex is blushing to the top of his ears when he spots Whiskey coming in. His blush deepened and he ducked his head, he didn’t miss Whiskey’s smirk. 

“What’s that about?” Nursey asked, eyebrow raised. 

Dex shook his head. “I thought he was flirting with me today but I’m pretty sure I’m wrong.” 

“Do you want him to be flirting with you?” Nursey’s voice drops into the one he uses when flirting himself. 

He didn’t know what to say, so he just nods. 

“Good, because I was.” 

He didn’t realize Whiskey was still there. 

Later, in Dex’s dorm, the three of them all talk. 

Whiskey’s not just interested in Dex, but Nursey too. When he kisses Dex it’s slow and calm. Nothing like how Nursey kisses him. 

He woke up that morning with one boyfriend and went to sleep cuddled between two.

As far as birthdays go, Dex considers this a good one. 


Claudius had fucked up. He had gotten cocky, not double checked to make sure he hadn’t been followed on his way back home, and he had gotten caught. Stray Ophkenia were always resold for a cheap profit. He hated the too tight collar around his neck, the muzzle over his mouth, his hand bindings. It was degrading. Standing in the middle of the market square as an item to be sold struck a nerve. He hoped if someone bought him he’d have the tools to kill them quickly. That would satisfy him.

But of course even though it was technically legal on earth now, the selling of Ophkenia was almost impossible on earth. Many found it revolting and rightfully so as humans tried so hard for the most part to eradicate what was slavery with a different name. And so the business day was slow, with Claud sitting on his knees on the hard cement, glaring up at anyone who passed, trying his best to ignore the shrill voice of the man who looked to sell him.


anonymous asked:


LMAO! Nonnie. Oh, Nonnie. I was about five seconds away from making a post saying this EXACT same thing.

Seriously, Killian. SERIOUSLY. A toolbox in the damn garage? WTF. I don’t even know what the fuck is happening right now, because I can’t.

I’m going to have to make a mushroom voice mail now, because I can’t be here right now. I can’t be anywhere. I have to go.

A fucking toolbox. HE DIDN’T EVEN PUT A LOCK ON IT. This show.

weather-art  asked:

If you guys were in the FNAF, what would you guys do to survive? (No wand though)

Nova: Easy, hide behind Connor! He’ll protect me 

Connor: I don’t think….

Missy: hide behind Connor, he’ll protect me

Connor: wait, I mean…

Roman: Behind Connor, he’s got tools

Connor: Well yeah but i don’t think I can use them on…

Viktor: hide behind Connor, he’s taller,

Connor: okay but Viktor you’re stronger than….

Sol: Lead Connor into battle bwahah!

Connor: sol you’re too young, you can’t….

Jack: Burn everything.

Connor: Umm Jack…

Jack: Burn…everything. 

Fox Business' Lou Dobbs calls independent candidate Evan McMullin a globalist 'Mormon mafia tool'

Fox Business Network anchor Lou Dobbs dismissed independent presidential candidate Evan McMullin last weekend by using a slur about McMullin’s religion.

“Look Deeper, He’s nothing but a Globalist, Romney and Mormon Mafia Tool!” Dobbs wrote on Twitter on Sunday, adding hashtags expressing support for Republican nominee Donald Trump. The tweet gained traction late Wednesday night.

McMullin shot back several hours later Thursday morning on Twitter.

The strength of @TeamMcMullin is that we’re the #MormonMafia…& the Jewish, Catholic, Evangelical, Hindu, Muslim, or no Mafia Mafias! 🇺🇸

— Evan McMullin (@Evan_McMullin)

October 27, 2016

Dobbs’ tweet quickly inspired a critical hashtag, where users shared positive experiences with the “Mormon mafia.”

Dobbs has been highly critical of conservative Republicans like McMullin and former Massachusetts Gov. Mitt Romney, the 2012 GOP nominee, who have opposed Trump’s candidacy.

Earlier this year, Dobbs called Romney and House Speaker Paul Ryan “despicable” for supposedly undermining Trump’s candidacy, referring to their failed 2012 White House bid as “Hell’s ticket” and the “two-some from Hell.”

“Who does Romney think he is? Romney is nothing more now, obviously, than a tool of an ossified, far too entitled Republican establishment,” Dobbs said.

“Ryan and Romney hardly giving a thought to their attacks against Trump amounting to a campaign gift to Hillary Clinton and the Democrats,” he added.

Many polls show McMullin close behind behind Trump in Utah. The state has a large percentage of Mormon voters, many of whom have been alienated by Trump’s inflammatory rhetoric and unorthodox candidacy. The RealClearPolitics average of recent polls Thursday showed Trump at 31% support, with McMullin and Democratic presidential nominee Hillary Clinton tied at 25% support.

Wednesday’s tweet isn’t the first time that Dobbs has come under fire for his social media presence. Earlier this month, the Fox Business anchor retweeted the personal information of a woman who accused Trump of sexual assault. The anchor apologized several hours later for releasing the accuser’s address and phone number.

Fox Business did not respond to Business Insider’s request for comment.

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The FBI Is the Regime’s Secret Police - Andrew Napolitano

When FBI Director James Comey announced on July 5 that the Department of Justice would not seek the indictment of Hillary Clinton for failure to safeguard state secrets related to her email use while she was secretary of state, he both jumped the gun and set in motion a series of events that surely he did not intend. Was his hand forced by the behavior of FBI agents who wouldn’t take no for an answer? Did he let the FBI become a political tool?

Here is the back story.

The FBI began investigating the Clinton email scandal in the spring of 2015, when The New York Times revealed Clinton’s use of a private email address for her official governmental work and the fact that she did not preserve the emails on State Department servers, contrary to federal law. After an initial collection of evidence and a round of interviews, agents and senior managers gathered in the summer of 2015 to discuss how to proceed. It was obvious to all that a prima-facie case could be made for espionage, theft of government property and obstruction of justice charges. The consensus was to proceed with a formal criminal investigation.

Six months later, the senior FBI agent in charge of that investigation resigned from the case and retired from the FBI because he felt the case was going “sideways”; that’s law enforcement jargon for “nowhere by design.” John Giacalone had been the chief of the New York City, Philadelphia and Washington, D.C., field offices of the FBI and, at the time of his “sideways” comment, was the chief of the FBI National Security Branch.


Caesar was curled in an alley, watching couples and families pass by. He was waiting for someone to be singled out–a lone person wandering. He clutched his beloved friend and tool close as he stood slowly, catching sights on a man placing his wallet away and consuming a sandwich.

He was about to exit the alley and strike but froze as he saw a girl approach the man. She was quite ragged herself. She was given coins and the man left her be. Caesar considered following the man to get more than coins but– rather, he found himself walking to the other child, wrench now being put away but held onto just in case this was one fo those kids. The kids who’d trick with their cuteness.

He’s there now, staring at her. he isn’t sure what to say, and he definitely had nothing to give. What did he want to say to her? Perhaps ask what she’s doing out here and running up to people like that.. no. He’s no right to ask. Instead he’ll wait until she questioned him first.

That’s a fair amount of stuff about Adam’s struggles. What’s his day-to-day like?

-Tools! He loves making tools. He takes great pride in making sturdy, useful things that help people out.

-He can make swords/weapons, but won’t make them for just anybody. As his master put it, “You wouldn’t sell a horse to a man known for beating his animals. So don’t sell a sword to a man who can’t control his temper.” He feels strongly enough about this that he’s either lost business over it, or he makes them so rarely most folks don’t know that he can.

-He has a hungry curiosity for any neat-looking metalwork. Has been known to; sneak a conspicuous number of peeks, stop a bit too suddenly on the street, dash home with a flash of inspiration/oh man I gotta try that myself, ask people out of the blue about their hammer/candelabra/metal-banded dress/etc.

-Could actually arm wrestle Angelique and put up a fair fight.

-Still small enough that Angelique could throw him like a javelin.

-He hears family stories about the big cities of England, and has a hard time believing that many people could possibly live all in one place. That, and it would not be the first joke his folks played on him about the old country.

-He swears that he can hear music coming from the forest some nights. Never ventured out to check - he’s read his fairy tales, he has - but sometimes finds himself humming snippets of the fae music while he works.

-If there’s a folk dance in the area, he’s there. Dancing in a large group, following some predetermined steps, and sampling some tasty food to boot? That’s right up his alley. Just so long as he can keep away from the ale.

open to anyone. ( connection ideas: best friend, ex’s, crush. )

             “Woah, NO. You’re not… You can’t be ‘dating’ him. He’s a tool, he’ll string you along until he gets tired of you and then toss you to the curb like you never meant anything to him. I have never once seen him in a committed relationship, he doesn’t do them.” Aaron liked the other and he was worried they were going to get themselves hurt.

Check Up- Quint and Ezra

Quint had to admit he was thankful to be out of the bed. His bruises were fading and the only pain he had was when he moved just a little too far to the right. Yes his ribs were still broken, but not as broken as they had been. It was nice to be working again, but he hated how he had guards down in the garage now. They tallied his tools, made sure he stayed on task, and never seemed to blink. 

Yeah…Quint didnt like being baby sat. 

The man was finishing a waxing job on a car when he heard the door open, the guards and him looking up. Seeing that familiar mustached face made him raise his brows slightly, the man glancing at the guards before looking back at Ezra as if to silently ask ‘what?’