ship dismantler


Predict the day you sentence your enemies
Don’t look away, they’re coming for you
Predict the day we’re bathing in victory
A second chance –  I’ve fallen for you

Predict the day, the night’s never ending
A shadow falls, darken your face
I never thought – I didn’t think twice
I never thought

traveler--3326  asked:

Hello! I'm not sure how much you know about the 1848-50 California gold rush, but as a native Californian, I've always been fascinated by the topic. My question is multifaceted. For one: how big would miners plots of land along the various rivers be, and would people actually live on the same plots that they mined for gold? Also, what would it be like for a young woman and/or young men and children in an area like this?

Hello there! Well, aren’t you in luck because we have the Archivist from @scriptlibrarian answering this one! The Archivist has also studied history and has got your back so just read on!

There is gold in them darn hills!

Quick history of the California Gold Rush.  In 1848, John Marshal found flecks of gold in the American River, just below the Sierra Nevadas, in Coloma California, while building a water powered sawmill for John Sutter.

Just days after he discovered the gold, the Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo was signed, ending the Mexican-American War, giving California to the United States and essentially the gold.

The discovery of Gold shaped California into the state is today.  California saw the largest migration influx in the history of the United States.  In 1848 there was roughly 157,000 people in California (150,000 Natives, 6,500 Spanish/Mexican, 700 American/Non-Native).  Within 20 months the Non-Native Population soared to 100,000 and by the mid 1850’s was past 300,000.  This massive population influx put California on fast track to Statehood, and with the Compromise of 1850 California was allowed into the Union, just two years after the land was acquired, as a Free State - leading a imbalance in Free vs Slave States.  

So now that we got background history established let’s look at your questions.

How big would miner’s plots of land along the various rivers be…

I admit, I dug around for this information and beyond going into deep dark storage and digging out (pun intended) my books from school … the best answer I could find is - depends.

Yeah I hate that also.

A miner would first have to  Staking a Claim, which involves first the discovery of a valuable mineral in quantities that a “prudent man” would invest time and expenses to recover them. Then mark the claim boundaries, with wooden posts, capped steel posts, both of which must be four feet tall, or stone cairns, which must be three feet tall. Then filing a claim with the land management agency (USFS or BLM), and the local county registrar.   

There are four types of Land Claims, a miner could make:

  • Placer (minerals free of the local bedrock, and deposited in benches or streams) - This would be your typical visual of Gold Miners.  Bent over a stream with a pan, looking for flexs or small nuggets of gold. 
  • Lode (minerals in place in the mother rock) - next stage up.  The Miner has a section off shoot of the river, and is breaking up the rocks looking for veins of gold.
  • Tunnel (a location for a proposed tunnel which claims all veins discovered during the driving of it) - This would be someone with enough capital to start mining operation looking for gold, and could hire workers.
  • Millsite (a maximum five acre site for processing ore) - This is a full on organization, that is mining not just gold, but other minerals as well.  Has a team of miners, and likely a full town surrounding it to supplement the miners.

So if your character would need to find the gold, stake out his claim, then register it.  Depending on how much gold found, expense to work the land, and fees for the register - would determine the size of his land claim.

Would your character live in the same spot as they mine?

Yes, they would have a camp with a tent and supplies near by, so they could work their claim dawn to dusk.  They did this for a variety of reasons:

Ease of access to the claim.  The last thing anyone wanted to do was hike in and out of the area, wasting precious time traveling when they could be mining.

Protecting their assets.  If they are away from their claim, someone could sneak in and mine the area, or re stake the claim stating it was abandoned.

Also, what would it be like for a young woman and/or young men and children in an area like this?

The Gold Rush was not really a place for children. It was a brutal work, and a very lonely existence.  Many men left their families behind in hopes of making it rich to bring back the gold to them.   

That doesn’t mean that there wasn’t women in the camps.  

At one point there was a call out to women to go to California, because there was a fear men would do ‘untold’ things without the calm and stable influence of a woman (not many headed the call).

There were wives that worked the claims with their husbands, and likely even a few who took over the claim after he died.  Though this was dangerous as she would be on her own, and had very little rights to the land.  

Most of the women seen in or around the camps were washers, cooks, those seeking out a living for their family.  These women came with their husbands, fathers, brothers and ended up making the money for the family to survive, while the men panned for gold.

By the 1850’s there were roughly 1000 women working in and around the mines, but they were still a small part of the population, and  by the 1860’s they were less than 19% of the population of California.

A good resource to look into the role women played in the Gold Rush would be They Saw the Elephant: Woman in the Gold Rush by JoAnn Levy.

Now as for young men, it would depend on what you mean by young men?  

There were many teenage boys out in the fields, either they came with their father or ran away from home. The Gold Rush was an opportunity to make it rich fast, and men from all walks of life, old and young found their way to California.

Children were less likely in the mines or panning for gold.  If the whole family was in the gold fields, the younger kids would be with mom, helping with cooking, washing, etc.  Older boys maybe 12ish would be with dad.  There are not many accounts, but it didn’t mean they weren’t there.  

William Tecumseh Sherman - the future Civil War General, worked in San Francisco during the Gold Rush as a banker, and had his two young sons with him during the time, while his wife and daughter stayed back East.  Now this was in the city and not the gold fields.  Women, kids and families were very common in San Francisco.

In contrast Ulysses S. Grant was in the Army at the time, stationed in the gold fields and had left his family behind.  This also led to him being discharged from the Army, because of his drinking problem, as he had never done well being away from his wife, Julia.

Irony both men would come together a decade later, a friendship that some say changed the world.  But that is another essay.

Some interesting facts about the Gold Rush that could be helpful.

  • The Gold Rush attracted immigrants from around the world, by 1850 more than 25 percent of California’s population had been born outside the United States. As the amount of available gold began to dwindle, miners increasingly fought one another for profits and anti-immigrant tensions soared. In 1850 California’s legislature passed a Foreign Miner’s tax, which levied a monthly fee of $20 on non-citizens, the equivalent of more than $500 in today’s money. That bill was eventually repealed, but was replaced with another in 1852 that expressly singled out Chinese miners, charging them $2 ($80 today) a month. Violence against foreign miners increased as well, and beatings, rapes and even murders became commonplace. However no ethnic group suffered more than California’s Native Americans. Before the Gold Rush, its native population numbered roughly 300,000. Within 20 years, more than 100,000 would be dead. Most died from disease or mining-related accidents, but more than 4,000 were murdered by enraged miners.
  • Early sections of San Francisco were built out of ships abandoned by prospectors. The Gold Rush conjures up images of thousands of “’49ers” heading west in wagons to strike it rich in California, but many of the first prospectors actually arrived by ship. Within months, San Francisco’s port was teeming with boats that had been abandoned after their passengers, and crew headed inland to hunt for gold. As the formerly tiny town began to boom, demand for lumber increased dramatically, and the ships were dismantled and sold as construction material. Hundreds of houses, banks, saloons, hotels, jails and other structures were built out of the abandoned ships, while others were used as landfill. Today, more than 150 years after the Gold Rush began, archeologists and preservations continue to find relics, sometimes even entire ships, beneath the streets of the City by the Bay.  Map of where ships can be found in San Francisco
  • Mining wasn’t cheap! Most of the men who flocked to northern California arrived with little more than the clothes on their backs. Once there, they needed to buy food and supplies, which San Francisco’s merchants were all too willing to provide for a cost. Stuck in a remote region, far from home, many prospectors coughed up most of their hard-earned money for the most basic supplies. At the height of the boom in 1849, prospectors could expect prices sure to cause sticker shock: A single egg could cost the equivalent of $25 in today’s money, coffee went for more than $100 per pound and replacing a pair of worn out boots could set you back more than $2,500.
  • The merchant’s made the money not the miners.  As the boom continued, more and more men got out of the gold-hunting business and began to open businesses catering to newly arrived prospectors. In fact, some of America’s greatest industrialists got their start in the Gold Rush. Philip Armour, who would later found a meatpacking empire in Chicago, made a fortune operating the sluices that controlled the flow of water into the rivers being mined. Before John Studebaker built one of America’s great automobile fortunes, he manufactured wheelbarrows for Gold Rush miners. And two entrepreneurial bankers named Henry Wells and William Fargo moved west to open an office in San Francisco, an enterprise that soon grew to become one of America’s premier banking institutions. One of the biggest mercantile success stories was that of Levi Strauss. A German-born tailor, Strauss arrived in San Francisco in 1850 with plans to open a store selling canvas tarps and wagon coverings to the miners. After hearing that sturdy work pants, ones that could withstand the punishing 16-hour days regularly put in by miners, were more in demand, he shifted gears, opening a store in downtown San Francisco that would eventually become a manufacturing empire, producing Levi’s denim jeans.
  • And to prove how fate is fickle - the man who’s name will always be associated with the California Gold Rush - John Sutter - died in poverty.  As news had spread about the discovery of gold on his property, within months, most of his workers had abandoned him to search for gold themselves, while thousands of other prospectors overran and destroyed much of his land and equipment. Faced with mounting debts, Sutter was forced to deed his land to one of his sons, who used it to create a new settlement called Sacramento. Sutter Sr. was furious—he had hoped the town would be named after him—but he had more pressing concerns. Nearly bankrupt, he began a decades-long campaign to have the U.S. government reimburse him for his financial losses, to no avail. While thousands became rich off his former land, a bitter Sutter retired to Pennsylvania and died.

I hope this information is helpful, and will give you some insight of the world during the California Gold Rush.

Some great sources to check out:

Women in the Gold Rush

Summary of Gold Mining Techniques

Articles on the Gold Rush

History Channel’s Gold Rush

I think it’s a little sad that Milabek exists within the fandom for the sole purpose of dismantling Otayuri.

A ship is suppose to be about love and chemistry and great stories, not about being petty. Ships are not suppose to be weapons. 

It just seems like there are rarely any Milabek shippers that actually truly enjoy the ship. They just hate Otayuri and back Milabek out of spite, and I don’t think the ship deserves to be used like that.

I’d love to meet some people who actually enjoy Milabek genuinely, and not because they just hate Otayuri. I’d like to hear their stories and how they see the relationship, because I just love Otabek and I want to hear all the headcanons. If you do, then feel free to let me know so I can have hope for our fandom :o)

Diamond in the Rough Part One: For You


Relationships: Keith x Allura, Lotor x Allura

Warnings: Angst and people getting turned on but overall this series won’t be very smutty.

Summary: Kallura series! Keith has finally come to the realization that he’s hopelessly in love with Allura. The only problem is he doesn’t think he deserves her. He thinks that Lotor would be much more deserving to be her partner. Little does he know that her heart lies with him, and that she loves him unconditionally.

“KEITH!” Everyone exclaimed as he came into the control room on the castle and everyone lunged at him with such force that he was tackled to the ground. 

“We were so scared!” Hunk wailed, tears streaming down his face. 

“Yeah man! What the hell!” Lance scolded him. He seemed more angry than sad. “Why would you just throw your life away like that? You know how much we all care about you…” 

Keith sighed and looked at Allura. He had never seen this expression on her face before. She looked hurt, betrayed, more upset than he’d ever seen her before. He suddenly felt incredibly guilty. When he was making this sacrifice he didn’t even consider how much it would hurt the people he cared about most. 

Of course during the act itself he thought about the paladins. He thought about all the happy moments they shared and how they truly had become his family. And Allura…He had always felt something for her. Something stronger than the bonds with the other paladins. With her, he felt like she needed him as much as he needed her. He had only ever felt that strong bond with Shiro. But the feelings he had for Allura were different than the ones he had for Shiro. Something about her made his heart beat increase, and his chest grow warm. He had a feeling like he wanted to hug her and never let go. Like he wanted to be at her side for eternity. And deep down he knew the true nature of his feelings, but he also knew that she would never return them. So that’s why he left with the blades. Perhaps if he distanced himself from her he would be able to move on. But now here he was, back in her arms, along with everyone else’s. 

“Please Keith…” she begs him. “Please don’t do that again.” 

He didn’t say anything, because at that moment Lotor strode in with a smug grin on his face. He looked over at Keith and the other paladins helping him up off of the control room floor and smirked.

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I wanted to challange myself, so I did. I wanted to see if I could write something completely different, so I did. I wanted to see how taking my two favorite 'ships and dismantling them would work, so I did. I make no apology for this–it was fun, and different, and it re-ignited my passion for writing them. I reminded me of why I love them in the first place, and it made me even more eager to get my treatment of them right.

So, without further ado, I offer you the Newt/Queenie story that nobody asked for, but that I still feel had to be done. If only for myself.

Enjoy and feedback, as always, is welcomed.

anonymous asked:

Could you do one where slavers have grabbed Obi-Wan, with Anakin trying to rescue him?

“Kriff, kriff, kriff!”

“Calm down padawan Skywalker, your master knows to protect himself.”

“My master is currently unconscious and most likely in the hands of slavers.” Anakin glares at the master in front of him, uncaring of etiquette and decency. He had KNOWN everything would go tits up, had tried to warn everyone but the only one who had listened had of course been his master.

His master however was the junior master and therefor had been overruled in the face of his padawan’s ‘childish’ fears and had been left with no other choice but to continue onward with the mission with a resigned look in his eyes.

Said master was now abducted by Force damned slavers and Anakin felt cold dread settle in his stomach at the thought.

His master was young, he was fit and he was not ugly to look at. As Anakin was very aware of when every diplomat and royalty they meet wouldn’t stop flirting with him damn it.

“Padawan Skywalker, you mu-”

“They’re going to sell him to a damn brothel.” Anakin snapped in return, finally stunning the man. “Master Obi-Wan is young, fit, currently unconscious and handsome considering how many tries to flirt themselves into his bed. We need to find him.”


Rescuing his master ends up with Anakin, alone, trapping the slavers in their ship by remote dismantling fuel lines and getting in through a airlock.

“You know, this is the first time I needed you to rescue me.” Obi-Wan mused as the other worked on the cuffs on his wrists.

“Gundark nest.” Anakin grunted.

“Oh yes.”


I’m in a tight spot and selling my mascot/fursuit/cosplay costumes.
Fit size 5'6" 150lbs +- a bit. Size 7.5 women’s shoes
Okami $800
Toothless $1500
Red Xiii $2000
Plus shipping

Okami is a little rough and needs new hands and paint touch up. Does not include sword.
Toothless will need dismantled to ship or could sell for parts.
Red is still like new.
Feel free to ask any questions. I can post more photos if anyone is seriously interested.

To Live Or To Drown

So, I had this idea and I thought I might as well see if I can make something out of it, so here it goes! It’s just a oneshot at the moment but I figured I’d continue it if people enjoy it, so let me know what you think!
Summary: When people say that death changes a person, it’s not often they are referring to the deceased. But death does, in fact, change those who are no longer living; it can change them into something else entirely. No one knows this more than Lucy, who remembers dying but does not remember living. Now, life after death is nothing but the ocean, and those who fall prey to it. (Mermaid AU, NaLu)

The bellies of a pair of ships floated overhead like overly large birds circling their prey from above. Lucy gazed up at them from where she lay on the ocean floor, wondering when the canon fire would begin. Her tail swished idly as she waited, churning the sand beneath her so that it floated into the rays of moonlight that drifted down from the surface.

“What’s taking them so long?”

Lucy shifted her eyes to her friend, swimming back and forth in her impatience.

Their anticipation of a shipwreck was not the only difference between Lucy and Juvia.

Juvia had been what she was all her life; a creature of the ocean, thriving in all waters both deep and shallow. She was one of the most graceful of her kind, her long tail, with scales every shade of blue, propelled her through the water with a flourish unlike any other. She loved to swim close to the surface when it rained; her fascination with the droplets from above fascinating others in turn when they saw the look in her eyes as her flowing blue hair floated around her. How the others loved it when she smiled.

Lucy was vastly different. Having died at sea many years ago, the ocean had given her gills, webbed-fingers and a tail instead of oblivion. She remembered when she’d woken in that crystal filled cavern, knowing only her name and that her legs had never been coated with pale pink scales before. It was Juvia that had brought her out of her panic, staying by her side as she mastered the use of her new body, and staying with her even after that. Even when others turned away at the sight of the former human.

“Negotiations,” A gruff voice spoke from behind Lucy, “Humans are all bark and no bite.”

She turned and saw Gajeel approaching, grinning a sharp toothed grin. If Juvia was the most graceful of their colony of merfolk, Gajeel was the most ferocious. It was easy to lose track of him when he swam amongst the sharks. His tail was a dark grey that blended in with the sharp rocks in choppy shores, and whenever he accompanied Juvia to the surface, he would tease fishermen in their boats while she watched the rain. Letting the dorsal fin on his back protrude from the water as he circled their boat. He was vicious, but he had his own hand in teaching Lucy to survive life at the bottom of the sea, so she welcomed him.

“I can neither confirm nor deny.” Lucy grinned as she spun through the water towards the more anxious of her two friends. Her comment had earned a snicker from Gajeel, but Juvia shot her a worried look.

Juvia was the only one within their whole colony that urged her to try and remember her old life. Sure, she could remember fragments. The faces of a couple she suspected might be her parents, the feeling of sand between her toes, the way her stomach had churned as she stood on the deck of the ship that had killed her. Other than that, nothing. And she didn’t want to remember. Whatever she had been, whoever she had been, that wasn’t what she was any longer. She’d only be frowned upon more if it appeared she yearned to be human again.

Light flashed from above, the sound of the cannon rolling through the water like thunder through the clouds. From down below, it could have been mistaken for fireworks, but they all knew humans were more prone to violence than celebration.

“Finally.” Juvia sighed. The muscles in her tail tensed, but before she could cut through the water Gajeel grabbed her wrist.

“Wait.” He growled.

His features were angry, and he looked not at the ships but rather straight ahead. Both girls followed his gaze.

Across from them three figures swam into view. Lucy recognised them; Jellal, Ultear and Meredy. They had once been human too, all three of them. It was easy to distinguish who among the merfolk had once been human and who hadn’t. The scales of former humans ended at the waist, whereas the scales of a natural born continued on. Most ended at the collarbone, others covered their entire body. Only the natural born had fins as well. Lacking these attributes it was easy to determine that dark forces had pulled them under, bringing them to their untimely death. Unlike Lucy, however, they hadn’t been lucky enough to be saved by Mavis.

Seeing them made her stomach churn, that could have been me, she thought.

Perhaps dying at sea wasn’t so bad, if you were fortunate enough to be saved by Mavis. Those who managed to slip through her fingers did not have an enjoyable afterlife. They were claimed by a much darker colony, one that feasted on the flesh of dead sailors down to the bones. She didn’t know what else they got up to, but she did know that they lived in the darkest parts of the ocean, and maybe that alone was enough to turn them into the hostile, mysterious creatures they were now.  

They’d encountered this trio before. They’d found Lucy alone once, tried to convince her that all the repulsed glances she got from those people would be replaced by loving glances if she was to join their people. She’d almost accepted too, they’d seemed so genuine. She would have been across the water with them now if Juvia hadn’t found her in time and told her of their true nature.

The group had caught sight of them too, but their stand-off was interrupted when the boats above drew their attention once more.

Their gazes snapped up to see one of the vessels burst into flames, debris landing in the water even far away from the ships. Some cargo from the ship sank, and some bodies too. It was the bodies that spurred them into action.

“Go!” Gajeel snarled.

The three of them propelled themselves towards the surface, their rivals doing the same. She noticed Juvia shoot away, following the direction Meredy was heading in, but she didn’t see what the chase was over for she’d already singled out her own target.

Her eyes fixed on a large plank of wood floating on the surface of the water, but it wasn’t the dismantled ship that concerned her, it was what was on top of it. Blood streamed down a sailors arm and into the water where their hand floated.

A sinister chuckle sounded close by, and Lucy looked down to see Ultear beneath her. So she wanted the same thing did she?

Lucy looped around in the water, changing her course and heading straight for her unsuspecting rival. Ultear blanched, giving Lucy the opportunity get up close and bare her fangs. She felt her face contort as she unleashed the fierce, hidden side that all their kind had. She raised her hands and bared her talons too, bringing them within an inch of her rival’s throat. Ultear soon backed off and bowed her head in submission. Lucy, revered back to her normal state, smirking slightly as she thought, Gajeel taught me well.

She turned her attention back to the wreck. Her target had retracted their hand, but the smell of their blood still left a sweet smell in the water.

Slowly, she surfaced.

The sky was red, and filled with smoke. She could feel the heat of the flames on her face, even this far away from the main part of the wreckage, which could only be seen as a blazing silhouette through the smoke. Not even the stars she loved so much were visible through this disaster.

Her eyes came to rest on the body that she’d been looking for. The body that was still very much alive, and staring right back at her.

He was lying on his back on the plank of wood, his breathing coming in heavy gasps. Even in the midst of all this chaos, his onyx eyes still shone. His pink hair was wet, just like the rest of him, matting together on his forehead. He wore no shoes, and his shirt had been torn to pieces, his weapons lost to the sea. His gaze was curious, and slightly disbelieving. Perhaps he believed he was seeing things, most dying men did when they saw her. The angel of death with gills, so it seemed.

She swam closer.

“Prettiest fish I’ve ever seen.” He smirked as her webbed fingers gripped the wood he rested on.

His smirked turned into a laugh, but his humour quickly faded when the laugh turned into a cough that brought blood up from his lungs.

She looked at him with sad eyes.

“I’m sure I’ll be fine,” he said when he noticed her solemn features, even as he wiped the blood from his chin. Her eyes scanned the rest of his body, and she noticed a large splinter of wood protruding from the side of his ribs. When her eyes met his again, he said: “Oh, that? That’s nothing, I’ve had worse. You think it will leave a cool scar?”

She would have told him the only thing he was likely to get from this piece of wood was oblivion, but she didn’t trust her voice. A mermaid’s song could enchant any human, making them completely at the mercy of the songstress. It put them in a trance where nothing was felt, only serenity.

She wouldn’t sing to him unless she had no other choice.

She leaned across his body, and gingerly grasped at the wood that impaled him. He let out a hiss of pain, and grabbed at her wrist.

“Please- don’t.” He begged.

Even through the pain there was hope in his eyes. Even when her expression pleaded with him he feverishly shook his head.

“I’m sure it would be a pleasure to be dragged to the depths by you,” He wheezed slightly as he spoke, and he curled a lock of her blond hair around the fingers of his free hand, “But I can’t abandon my friends.”

Something stirred within her heart, and flashes of her own death came back to her. The fear, the loneliness, she’d felt so many things as the water filled her lungs, but bravery or loyalty hadn’t been one of them. She made the decision then that she couldn’t let this boy die.

Mermaids had a range of powers, some possessed by all, others, only a few had the power to wield. They could give, or they could take. They could steal a piece of your soul, condemning you never to feel love for the rest of your life. They could curse your ship, summon storms, turn the tides. Turn you into one of them, or something else entirely. Enchant you. Kill you.

Or save you.

She lifted herself up onto the board beside him, leaving her tail in the water so it wouldn’t dry out. The fire was behind them somewhere, and she could feel the heat of the flames on her back. She felt heat on her cheeks too as his eyes roamed over her body. She crossed her arms over his chest, resting her chin on her hand as she lay on him, careful not to add too much weight.

“Wow, the others sure aren’t gonna believe me about this,” He laughed before coughing up more blood. As he spoke, she moved her arm and gently trailed her fingers up and down his side, careful to avoid going too near the wood that was draining the life out of him. “I-I didn’t think mermaids were real, y’know? Despite everything, I thought it was just a fairy tale. But now I’m happy I was wrong.”

She smiled at him, but offered no response. She knew her smile must seem sad, but she felt too bad of what she was about to do to offer him much warmth.

“You know, you look fam-AH.” He screamed.

And he kept screaming. She’d grasped at the wood and attempted to pull it out, but it was wedged deeper than she’d imaged. He screamed and screamed as she pulled, almost passing out when it eventually came loose.

Blood gushed from the hole in his side as she threw the shard into the ocean. He tried to sit up to see his wound but the movement only made him cry out in pain, and the blood gush faster. His hands soon found it, and his eyes were full of fear as he saw the blood that coated them when he held them up to his face.

“Now I-I’m gonna die, I’m dead, I’m-”

She cut off his panicked words as she leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, placing her palm over his wound. She’d never done this before, given her kiss to a dying man. Some mermaids could only do it once. Some never gave it to anyone. Some tried to, and failed. She hoped she didn’t fail.

His lips were wet from his own blood, but it didn’t bother her at all. The taste was so enticing it might have worried her if she wasn’t being drowned by another kind of feeling. Drowned all over again. If the taste of the sea repulsed him, he showed no sign of it. In fact, he kissed her back. Harder than she would have thought possible for a dying man. He placed one hand over her own that covered his wound, the other cupped her cheek before he entwined his fingers in her hair. She was as breathless as he was, but he only deepened the kiss, biting her lip as he kept her head held were he could still reach it. She tried to draw away-too long and she may kill him after all- but she was finding it too difficult to stop.

Her other hand rested above his heart, so she felt it when the hammering within his chest became too intense. With an effort, she wrenched herself away from him.

The boy took in a huge gulp of air, colour returning to his face and looking as though he’d just woken up from a dream.

Or was it a nightmare?

She moved her hand from where it had been pressed against his side, preparing herself for the worst. Her hand was covered in blood, but beneath it…


Slightly pink, but perfectly intact, skin.

She breathed a sigh of relief. The boy looked to her before bringing his hand to his ribs. He sat up abruptly when he found no evidence of injury. He struggled for words, and his bafflement made her smile.

He reached out to her and cupped her face in his hands. He brushed his thumb across her cheek, wiping away tears that she hadn’t realised had fallen. He leaned in, and for a moment she thought he might kiss her again, of his own accord this time. But he only rested his forehead against hers.

“Lucy…” He whispered.

Her eyes widened. How did he know her name? She hadn’t spoken a word!

“Natsu!” A voice called through the smoke.

Her head snapped up, and she saw the waves parting as the bow of a ship came into view. She looked back to the boy, and his features glowed with happy recognition. He must recognise the voice, which means his name… his name must be Natsu.

The voice called out again, and this time she recognised it to be that of a worried female.

She pulled away from him, casting him one last lingering look even as his own features sank.

“No- Wait!” He called as he reached out.

But she plunged back into the ocean.

She swam down and down, until the wreckage above was nothing but a constellation of debris on the surface of the water.

Looking up, she saw Juvia descending from the wreckage, carrying a body with her.

Once she swam close enough, Lucy noticed the sad expression on Juvia’s face. The corpse she carried was that of an elderly man.

“You can’t save them all, kid.” Gajeel said from behind Lucy.

His voice startled her, he was always lurking in the dark. He carried a large trunk under one arm, clearly this was his loot from the ship. Juvia regarded him weary eyes.

“I could sense the sickness in him. He was going to die soon, and it would have been painful.” She looked at the body, but turned away again soon after, squeezing her eyes shut against the image of the dead man’s face, “I… I did him a kindness …Didn’t I?”

Lucy wondered if drowning would ever feel kind to her.

What in the world...

Wait wait wait people are actually mad that Bonnie gave the cure to Damon and trapped Kai in 1903

Okay guys shipping goggles off for real…

Kai tortured Bonnie, he shot her with an arrow

Drugged her

Strangled her

Stuffed her in the boot of the car

Stabbed her

And left her to suffer alone in 1994

She sure as fuck had ever reason to leave his ass behind as sad as it may have been for Kai, he fucked with her physically and mentally, what the hell was she supposed to do, but because Kai said sorry she’s supposed to be okay with it…. NOPE!

That’s like being a victim of terrible crime and somebody going ‘oh I’m sorry I didnt mean it’ it doesn’t make it better.

And as for people aka DE fans being mad Bonnie gave Damon the cure she practically told him he can do what the fuck he wants with it whether it means giving it to Elena or not, she doesn’t care.

But if you’re so insecure about your ship and Elena turning human would then dismantle your ship then that’s your problem not Bonnie’s.

Get it together people, get it together…

daxx04  asked:

Prompt: Hook dismantles the Jolly so Gepetto can make a wardrobe from the enchanted wood for traveling to the land without magic. Post 3-11.

(I hope this will hurt because it seriously hurt me to write that one, I hope. Hope you like it and it will rip your heart out or something.)



The door to the captain’s quarters fell shut behind him with a loud bang.

“We have to find a way to stop this!”

Charming’s insistent voice echoed through his head.

The Captain stomped to his table, his hand shoving the maps and books down to the floor.

"There is no one who could save us!”

Snow had chimed in. Foolish, foolish pregnant woman. He knew someone. Everyone knew someone. But she was gone. She lived in another realm.

His hook hit the wooden table top, scratching over it, leaving wood chippings in its wake.

“Emma could.”

He remembered their incredulous stares and let out a yell of frustration, ripping his hook from the table, flipping it over in the process.

“Emma is gone! There is no way to get back to her! All the portals are gone, we can’t get to her!”

Snow had yelled at him, tears in her eyes. He let out another yell, angry, frustrated. Sad.

“There has to be a way!”

He had been so sure, he had tried, he had never given up on her. But her own parents had.

"There is none! Why don’t you understand that?!”

Charming had shouted, the pain in his voice obvious. His oh so foolish answer.

“Because I can’t give up hope! What about the wardrobe?”

The blue fairy’s eyes on him.

“There is no more enchanted wood, there is no way, I am sorry.”

He had left immediately afterwards. He couldn’t bare it anymore, he couldn’t bare the hopelessness in their eyes.

He couldn’t bare it, couldn’t bare it, couldn’t bare it.

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Stonehenge was initially an impressive Welsh tomb before being dismantled and shipped to modern-day England, and specifically Wiltshire. Or at least, that is the latest theory put forth by archaeologists. They were moved by Welsh who migrated and did not want to leave their ancestors’ tomb behind.


Star Trek TNG : The Survivors 3x03 - About the fact that Andorian Renegade have dismantled their ship for hide.

Worf : Captain a search of the Ranian System has determined that the force that attacked this planet is no longer present.
Picard :  I remember a Starfleet admiral saying the same thing about renegade Andorians in the Triangular System. It turns out that they had dismantled their ship and hidden it.
Worf : Those Andorians did not have to contend with my thoroughness. I will stake my reputation.

Set of : Reference to the Andorians in all Star Trek Series


This is the hull of the SS Ayrfield, a large steam ship condemned to dismantling in Homebush Bay, Australia after WWII. When the dismantling yard closed down, however, it and several other ships remained where they were. Now, it is a beautiful and haunting floating forest that serves as an example of nature’s capacity for survival.