Nyle

chaotic-array:

lumos5001:

screaming-till-im-numb:

I want someone to write a book where Mermaids are the women thrown off ships when the sailors got afraid because having a woman on the boat is bad luck. And as they sink to the bottom, legs tied together, they change slowly until they can breathe, until they can use their tied up legs to swim. And they drown sailors in revenge, luring them in by singing in their husky voices still stinging from the salt water they breathed. 

someone please write this

“Please, don’t do this!” her voice comes out hoarse, cracked. The men leer at her, their gazes cold.

“Storm is comin’ now” the captain says. He is the worst, because in his eyes there is regret. Compassion. Pity. He doesn’t want to do it. Not like the others do. But that won’t stop him.

“Told your father a ship is no place for a girl,” he says. “Told ‘im to find another vessel, told ‘im to just keep you home, if e’ had ta. But did he listen? If you want someone to blame, miss, blame him. Tha ocean is cold, cold and cruel. And she ain’t gonna let us through this without payment, without a cost.”

The wind blows his gray hair back from his face, and he nods at one of the crewman - the one who’s eyes always linger on her for too long - and he steps forward and jabs Alice in the side with a paddle from one of the rowboats. She cries out, even though she doesn’t want to, even though she wants to scream instead, scream and curse the way a lady of her standing is never meant to do. She wants to curse them all to a watery grave and watch as they suffer.

She tries to move, tries to run past them, to break the rope binding her legs at the ankles through sheer power of will. She fails.

The crewman jabs at her again, and she spits at him. The glob of saliva hits him on the face, spittle clinging to his sun-tanned skin. His crewmates laugh.

Alice realizes her mistake too late.

His eyes darken, he steps forward - and he strikes her across the face with the paddle so hard she’s twisted around, so hard she sees black and careens of the gangplank and plummets to the dark, thrashing water below.

The captain was right: the sea is cold. Colder than any hell she’s ever imagined. Colder than the time she fell face first into a deep puddle on the street in the dead of winter. She feels the ice flood her mouth, fill her lungs, turn every vein and bone bitter blue with frost. She can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t move.

The water tosses her against the hull of the ship and she feels her skull crack against the worn wood. The world fades, and she begins to die…

She remembers the sea, through the darkness. Remembers tossing her friend Lydia into the waves at the beach, remembers their laughter as Lydia pulled her in as well. She remembers dunking her head under, feeling the rush of cold fill her up as she became lighter than she’d ever been, became part of the water.

‘The sea is cold,’ she remembers the captain saying. Yes, she thinks, but I am colder.

And the ocean? she realizes. The ocean is her sister.

She feels it filling her up, feels it caressing her body, enveloping her. Not killing her, but cradling her. A sister holding up her own blood, a mother, soothing her wailing child, kissing the hurt away. A goddess, hearing the prayers of her devoted believer, and answering them.

I have salt and seawater in my soul, Captain. I will show you how cold these waters can be.

She feels the edges of her body fading, feels herself stop being a me and become a we, become an us, become every drop of water and every clump of foam and every weed and every wave. Feels herself changing.

Her dress is pulled away by the waves, button by button, seam by seam. The sea strips her, soothes her skin. She feels herself swaying, feels her injuries healing. Feels herself become something more than a scared girl or a single spot of death in a pool of life, as her body flares like a fire, as her legs brush together, as they begin to fuse…

She feels herself heal, and she feels herself change.

When it is over, she is bare, but she feels no shame. Her tail twists in the water beneath her, swaying, more natural than her legs ever felt. Stronger, too. She runs her hand over the dark blue scales, the same shade as the surface in a storm. She feels herself smile.

Siren, she thinks, mermaid. Sister of the sea.

The captain was right; a ship is no place for a woman. This is the place for a woman.

And when she drags him screaming down into it, he will realize: the ocean may be cruel…but her sisters are worse.

Alice smiles again, and begins to swim after the ship fading into the distance.

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yesiamyourgoddess:

twerks4loanpayments:

krissykillstheweight:

starkktrek:

why do guys call girls “cunts” anyway though

why would you insult someone by referring to them as the only thing about them that actually matters to you

i mean

when I get mad at my boyfriend I don’t call him “salary”

Lmfaoooooo

LMAO😂😂😂😂😂 👆that GIF though👆

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this really works for some people (like 10-30 new followers) so give it a try!

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albertothechihuahua:

this is the money dog, repost in the next 24 hours and money will come your way!!

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capnsloth:

sakuyandere:

perlexnoire:

bluhippy:

jaxblade:

jaxblade:

jaxblade:

albertothechihuahua:

this is the money dog, repost in the next 24 hours and money will come your way!!

ehh what the hell

OH MY GOD SO NO FUCKIN BULLSHIT I SWEAR To GOD. I reblogged this an hour ago and IM NOT Lying My Tax Refund which I did in late march popped into my Bank Account, and it was a Decent sized amount……

WHAT THE FUCK Is THIS MAGIC!??!?!?! Im trying this again IM NOT BSing hahahaha thats actually pretty cool xD

yooooo

yoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

FUCKIN YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

no BULLSHIT I KID YOU NOT! Look what I found while walking Home…..

OH MY GOD

OH MY F*CKIN GOD

THIS POST FUCKIN WORKS?!?!?! THIS IS PAST A COINCIDENCE NO WAY!??! NO FRIGGIN WAY!!! 

Im Going to reblog this every day to test this, its MAGIC ITS FRIGGIN MAGIC 

I need to believe in the heart of the post…

Oh? Well… *reblag*

i reblogged this and now my uncle is giving me 250 to dye my hair nani the fucko

Y'all are so lucky, I haven’t had any luck like that yet

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smelly-kat:

things I can’t imagine

• someone having a crush on me
• someone randomly seeing me and thinking ‘wow she’s cute’
• someone getting happy because I messaged them first
• someone thinking about me, in general
• someone wondering how I am
• someone finding me attractive
• someone doing something to try and impress me
• someone asking their friend on what to say to me 
• someone wanting to get to know me

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