sailing along

You know it’s never fifty-fifty in a marriage. It’s always seventy-thirty, or sixty-forty. Someone falls in love first. Someone puts someone else up on a pedestal. Someone works very hard to keep things rolling smoothly; someone else sails along for the ride.
—  Jodi Picoult, Mercy
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Because, I don’t want to be a pirate. I’m not interested in the life. Not interested in the fighting, not interested in the ships.  I don’t care much for the sea while we’re on the subject. But being a pirate on this crew for a little while longer, it offers me an opportunity I don’t believe I can find anywhere else on Earth… one big prize.

poeedamerons  asked:

I was reading a fix where Lydia tells Stiles that Derek is a nuclear engineer major and Stiles was very attracted to that and another that Derek was a video game designer and Stiles was also very into that, what I am asking is: can you guys rec me some fics Stiles is totally attracted to Derek but also his nerdy/brainiac profession/major? Since I am here do you guys know any Jurassic Park or Jurassic World sterek au?

I did the dinosaur one here. Roooooaaaar. And here’s smart!Derek and Stiles digging it. - Anastasia

Originally posted by hoechlin-alpha

Derek is Smart by Kateomega97

(1/1 I 474 I Not Rated)

Exactly what it says on the tin.

Stacking Up by bravelittlesoldier

(1/1 I 8,286 I Mature)

Stiles is working in the basement of the Library of Congress and is feeling his social skills quickly deteriorate. Then along comes a new librarian working at Circulation who is most definitely a male model. Maybe its time to start re-socializing.

Better With You by fatale

(3/? I 10,465 I Teen)

Derek is the runt of the litter - a lowly freshman twerp in a family of gorgeous Amazons. He likes to read, has a gift for languages, and a nervous apprehension of everything that high school has to offer. When smug, sarcastic sophomore Stiles Stilinski (say that three times fast) nearly runs him down on the first day of school, it is just the spark of enmity that will affect the rest of their high school years together.

Put Down in Words by paintedrecs

(9/31 I 36,301 I Mature)

“Oh,” Stiles said, his voice coming out low and breathy, “fuck me.”

“I don’t think that’s on the syllabus, but we can check to see if there’s a spot open in any of his classes,” Scott said, grinning.

“This isn’t an actual professor, though,” Stiles insisted, unable to resist brushing his thumb over the sharp line of the man’s bearded jaw. He was laughing at something off-camera, the shot taken in three-quarters view, his coat collar casually rumpled and opened to reveal a sliver of a simple grey t-shirt. The whole thing was deliberately calculated to lend him a more accessible feel, and god help him, Stiles was falling for it.

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When Stiles signed up for Dr. Hale’s intro to history class, he had two goals: knock out the credits his advisor was bugging him to complete before he graduated, and spend a few hours a week daydreaming about his sexy professor’s salt and pepper beard.

Derek, a few months away from turning forty and not sure when his life had started feeling so damn lonely, had never encountered someone like Stiles before. Bright-eyed, sharp-tongued, determined to throw Derek’s carefully cultivated world into disarray…and absolutely the last person Derek should be falling in love with.

Who Knew by SourWolfie (pieprincess_andthe_fallenangel)

(26/26 I 88,161 I Explicit)

Stiles finally scraped together enough money to get his own apartment and he’s really fucking proud of it, okay? He just wishes shit would stop breaking. He also wishes he hadn’t just bitched out his incredibly hot landlord, but that ship has sailed right along with his dignity.

Captain Black

Request: “Can you do a Pirate AU with Sirius Black where you’re on a ship and it sinks and he saves you?? Or something else if that idea was horrid.”

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: violence n stuff

PART 2

Originally posted by pioggiadiricordi

Life on the open waters was rough. Literally and emotionally. Being an explorer of the new world required many months at sea, and currently you were sailing along the Western coast of Africa; prime pirate territory. You had warned the captain of your ship that these waters were too treacherous, that cargo ships taking the shortcut back to England were excellent targets for those vile creatures called pirates. But he had waved you off, muttering something about how you were lucky to be on board because you’re a “disrespectful woman who had no business being on his ship”.

So you had bunkered down, a permanent scowl on your face as the other shipmates gave you hungry looks. At least if you survived taking this shorter route you would be home sooner, meaning no more sleeping while clutching a knife under you pillow. You had no other choice but to accept your companions, since no other ships would accept a female adventurer. You wished that the Kraken would come up and swallow them all whole.

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DISNEY + ASTROLOGY: SUN SIGNS*

PISCES (February 19 - March 20)

In a dreamscape, you’ll discover me, just past my secret garden
Concocting up recipes for the perfect love to fall in
I’m sailing along seas, sacrificing my self for us,
That’s how you know I’m a Pisces: I’m selfless and in love

You’ll stay with me, you’ll be who I want you to, that’s what my dreams have said
You’ll let me save you time again, it says so in my script,
What do you mean you don’t want this? I didn’t plan that in my head
Why be in reality when I can be in my heart’s crypt?

-April (@astrolofae)

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Flint/Hamilton Appreciation Week:

Day 4 -   Headcanons

Flint thoroughly inspects the library of every ship they board. Sometimes he takes a book to add to his own library on the Walrus. Sometimes he takes one because it reminds him of Miranda and he hopes, that by bringing it to her she might forget their perilous situation for a few precious moments. Sometimes however he finds a copy of a book Thomas used to have in his library, one from which he used to read to James in the quiet hours just before sunrise on nights neither one of them quiet managed to tear themselves away from each other long enough to fall asleep. He takes these books, but not for Miranda’s house, nor his cabin. He takes them and adds a dedication. Sometimes it’s a quote, sometimes something James knows he should have told Thomas back when he was still alive but couldn’t, sometimes it’s a simple ‘I’m sorry’. Then he gently drops them into the depths of the ocean, hoping beyond hope that somehow, somewhere Thomas understands.

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I have nothing to hide from you. Nothing.
Porchey is a friend.
And yes, there are those who would have preferred me to marry him.
Indeed mariage with him might have been easier.
Might have even worked better than ours.

A farewell - Jon & Daenerys One-Shot

Hey guys, here just a small piece I wrote ahead of Sundays episode. I took a spoiler from the episode and made it mine. It’s been some time since I wrote something in english. Therefore sorry for any errors.


The waves were crashing against the shore. It was a misty day, almost gray like the colors of House Stark. A small boat lay stranded in the sand at the feet of Daenerys, Jon and their henchman. They gathered at the beach to bid farewell to the King in the North and his entourage. The northerners mined the dragonglass they needed and were ready to sail along the sea to Eastwatch, to use the glass in a fight against the white walkers. Daenerys had thought about coming with them but Jon still refused to bend the knee. To be honest she got to know the King in his time at Dragonstone and somehow it wasn’t important to her anymore if he bend the knee or not. He was a good king. She knew that. It was enough but she thought it would be unwise to backpedal on it now. Therefore she was at the beach to say goodbye and wish him luck.

Even though she dreaded the thought, that there was the possibility that she would never see him again. Somehow in the small amount of time they shared, she got used to his presence.

“Your grace”, he addressed her formally, stepping closer to her. “Thank you for allowing us to mine the dragonglass.”

“You’re welcome Lord Snow.” For a second she almost called him Jon, but she stopped herself in time.

There was nothing more to say than farewell. All eyes were on Daenerys and Jon but neither of them wanted to end this moment and start the departure.

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Ocean Eyes

Based on this song.

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: MAJOR ANGST!

Originally posted by thesilentages

I’ve been watching you
For some time
Can’t stop staring at those ocean eyes

Infatuation was synonymous with stupidity for you, a girl who didn’t believe in the magic of fairy tales. Fate did not drive people to love, it drove them to greatness; a conduit for the ambitious to make sense of the talents guarded by self-doubt and reservation. You liked to think that no matter what happened, a higher power would be looking after you, centring you to the right course, sending winds to fill your sails along the correct path. If they were Gods, angelic creatures, or a simple act of nature, they did not bother themselves with the entangling of hearts. Love wasn’t as important as true purpose, and your purpose was to be great. You had set your sights high, expectations low. After all, the Gods were anything but fair.

You had excepted this understanding of the world, of what would come and how it was influenced. And then he had to come along, untangling every red string, unravelling the complex map until it was just a heap of yarn. He enticed you, enveloping your thoughts no matter how hard you tried to shut him out. Even in sleep, when darkness would encapsulate your mind, the oceans would burst through with ferocity, demanding to be felt, forcing you under the waves. You were drowning, and falling at the same time. A nightmare disguised as a dream.

You were the shadows, the eyes lurking from the back of the room. The steady thrum of an evening storm, the eventual fade of an echo. He had pulled you into the harsh light, holding your hands so you couldn’t cover your eyes. He had turned your thunder into lightning, your echo into a scream. And he had tugged you under, forcing you to paddle upwards, terrified and choking for air. Then once you’d break the surface, another wave would throw you back into the depths. He made you feel unpredictable and irrational, made you question everything you thought you were.

But the ocean could be calm too. For every wild storm, there were still days. Days where he’d send you a smile, or call your name softly, beckoning you to join him in the shallow, innocent waters.

That’s how he managed to always catch you in a riptide.

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SAIL LIFE’S SEA WITH ME.

Come sail with me, sail
across, the vast ocean that is life
Come sail with me, sail
life’s choppy sea, sail it as my wife

We’ll sail along, sailing as
waves rise & fall, creating our own wake
Skimming over waters,
calm & stormy, every day new chances to take

We’ll take on passengers,
sons & daughters, all sailing life’s sea together
Sailing for as long as we can,
as mother & father, but no ship can sail forever

We will stop one day,
on an island remote, one that we’ve created
Then sit down for a while,
enjoying the calm, our life’s voyage contemplated

We’ll walk the shore,
hands entwined, leaving footprints in our sand
Gazing over our sea,
all there to see, looking back while we still can

Then one day we
will just dive in, dive deep beneath the waves
Diving deeper down below,
together forever, as told neither can be saved

From the bottom we’ll
glance, back up to sunlight, golden shafts beaming through
Our tears will mix,
with salty ocean, for the life that we once knew

By shore they’ll sit,
looking over our sea, children together holding hands
Then in crafts of their own,
they’ll sail to new islands, to make footprints in their sand

Until they like us, dive beneath,
swirling & crashing waves too
Diving deep down below,
their own ocean’s waters, to join us in deep blue

—  In my thinking