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golden age: Golden Age Aquaman is a jerk.
golden age: Golden Age Aquaman is a jerk.

Golden Age Aquaman is a jerk.

golden age: cereusblue: unnameablethings: dragonsateyourtoast: redporkpadthai: dragonsateyourtoast: otherwindow: otherwindow: This is how the golden age of piracy ended. The first mermaid to get tattoos :) “we didn’t know any better,” the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. “what do we do now?” “kill it,” the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes. “we can’t,” the first mate says desperately, praying she won’t have to fight her captain on this. “we can’t. we - i won’t. we won’t.” “i know.” x “daddy,” she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, “daddy, la-la, la-la-la.” her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isn’t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasn’t even trying. the crew has taken to diving for shellfish near the shorelines for her; she loves them, splitting the shells apart with strength seen in no human toddler, slurping down the slimy molluscs inside and laughing, all plump brown cheeks and needle-sharp teeth. she sometimes splashes them for fun with her smooth, rubbery brown tail. even when they get soaked they laugh. they love her. “daddy,” she calls again, and he can hear the worry in her voice. the storm rocking the ship is harsh and uncaring, and if they go down, she would be the only survivor. “don’t worry,” he says, and goes over, sitting next to the tub. the first mate, leaning against the wall, pretends not to notice as he quietly begins to sing. x “father,” she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, “why am I here?” “your mother abandoned you,” he says, as he always has. “we found you adrift, and couldn’t bear to leave you there.” she picks at the salt-soaked boards, uncertain. her hair is pulled back in a fluffy black puff, the white linen holding it slipping almost over one of her dark eyes. one of her first tattoos, a many-limbed kraken, curls over her right shoulder and down her arm, delicate tendrils wrapped around her calloused fingertips. “alright,” she says. x “why am I really here?” she asks the first mate, watching the sun set over the water in streaks of liquid metal that pooled in the troughs of the waves and glittered on the seafoam. “we didn’t know any better,” the first mate says, staring into the water. “we didn’t know- we didn’t know anything. we didn’t understand why she fought so viciously to guard her treasure. we could not know she protected something a thousand times more precious than the purest gold.” she wants to be furious, but she can’t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her father’s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she can’t hate her family. “it’s alright,” she says. “i do have a family, anyways. i don’t think i would have liked my other life near as much.” x her kraken grows, spreading its tendrils over her torso and arms. she grows too, too large to come on board the ship without being hauled up in a boat from the water. she sings when the storms come and swims before the ship to guide it to safety. she fights off more than one beast of the seas, and gathers a set of scars across her back that she bears with pride. “i don’t mind,” she says, when the captain fusses over her, “now i match all of you.” the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. “we shouldn’t fight him,” she says, peering through the spyglass. “why not?” the mermaid asks. “he’ll win,” the first mate says. the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. “are you sure?” she asks. x the enemy fleet surrenders after the flagship is sunk in the night, the anchor ripped off the ship and the planks torn off the hull. the surviving crew, wild-eyed and delirious, whimper and say a sea serpent came from the water and attacked them, say it was longer than the boat and crushed it in its coils. the first mate hears this and has to hide her laughter. the captain apologizes to his daughter for doubting her. “don’t worry,” she says, with a bright laugh, “it was fun.” x the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they can’t possibly fight them, and they don’t have the time to escape. “let me up,” the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. “bring me up, quickly, quickly.” they lower the boat and she piles her sinous form into it, and uses her claws to help the crew pull her up. once on the deck she flops out of the boat and makes her way over to the bow. the crew tries to help but she’s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her. she crawls up out in front of the rail and wraps her long webbed tail around the prow. the figurehead has served them well so far but they need more right now. she wraps herself around the figurehead and raises her body up into the wind takes a breath of the stinging salt air and sings. the storm carries her voice on its front to the royal navy. they are enchanted, so stunned by her song that they drop the rigging ropes and let the tillers drift. the pirates sail through the center of the fleet, trailing the storm behind them, and by the time the fleet has managed to regain its senses they are buried in wind and rain and the pirates are gone. x she declines guns. instead she carries a harpoon and its launcher, and uses them to board enemy ships, hauling her massive form out of the water to coil on the deck and dispatch enemies with ruthless efficiency. her family is feared across all the sea. x “you know we are dying,” the captain says, looking down at her. she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise. “i know,” she says, “i can feel it coming.” the first mate stands next to the captain. she never had a lover or a child, and neither did he, but to the mermaid they are her parents. she will always love her daughter. the tattoos are graven in dark swirls across the mermaid’s deep brown skin and the flesh of her tail, even spiraling onto the spiked webbing on her spine and face. her hair is still tied back, this time with a sail that could not be patched one last time. “we love you,” the first mate says simply, looking down. her own tightly coiled black hair falls in to her face; she shakes the locs out of the way and smiles through her tears. the captain pretends he isnt crying either. “i love you too,” the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time. “guard the ship,” the captain says. “you always have but you know they’re lost without you.” “without you,” the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. “what will we do?” “i don’t know,” the captain says. “but you’ll help them, won’t you?” “of course i will,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “i will always protect my family.” x the captain and the first mate are gone. the ship has a new captain, young and fearless - of the things she can afford to disregard. she fears and loves the ocean, as all captains do. she does not fear the royal fleet. and she does not fear the mermaid. “you know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,” she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock. the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. “is that so?” she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy. “they said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,” the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a moment’s hesitation. “i always thought they were telling tall tales.” “and now?” “they were right,” the new captain says. “how did they ever befriend you?” the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. “they didn’t know any better.” She protects her family. Hi everybody! Guess what’s being posted on AO3 now at the following link! https://archiveofourown.org/works/22498384/chapters/53760817 That’s right! Here you go. I’ll be uploading it in some chunks, because I want to make sure I have everything I wanted edited cleanly finished, but follow the story there! HEY GUYS GUESS WHATS BACK ON THE DASHBOARD AND BETTER THAN EVER
golden age: cereusblue:
unnameablethings:


dragonsateyourtoast:

redporkpadthai:

dragonsateyourtoast:

otherwindow:

otherwindow:
This is how the golden age of piracy ended.
The first mermaid to get tattoos :)


“we didn’t know any better,” the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. “what do we do now?”
“kill it,” the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes.
“we can’t,” the first mate says desperately, praying she won’t have to fight her captain on this. “we can’t. we - i won’t. we won’t.”
“i know.”
x
“daddy,” she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, “daddy, la-la, la-la-la.”
her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isn’t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasn’t even trying. the crew has taken to diving for shellfish near the shorelines for her; she loves them, splitting the shells apart with strength seen in no human toddler, slurping down the slimy molluscs inside and laughing, all plump brown cheeks and needle-sharp teeth. she sometimes splashes them for fun with her smooth, rubbery brown tail. even when they get soaked they laugh. they love her.
“daddy,” she calls again, and he can hear the worry in her voice. the storm rocking the ship is harsh and uncaring, and if they go down, she would be the only survivor.
“don’t worry,” he says, and goes over, sitting next to the tub. the first mate, leaning against the wall, pretends not to notice as he quietly begins to sing.
x
“father,” she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, “why am I here?”
“your mother abandoned you,” he says, as he always has. “we found you adrift, and couldn’t bear to leave you there.”
she picks at the salt-soaked boards, uncertain. her hair is pulled back in a fluffy black puff, the white linen holding it slipping almost over one of her dark eyes. one of her first tattoos, a many-limbed kraken, curls over her right shoulder and down her arm, delicate tendrils wrapped around her calloused fingertips. “alright,” she says.
x
“why am I really here?” she asks the first mate, watching the sun set over the water in streaks of liquid metal that pooled in the troughs of the waves and glittered on the seafoam.
“we didn’t know any better,” the first mate says, staring into the water. “we didn’t know- we didn’t know anything. we didn’t understand why she fought so viciously to guard her treasure. we could not know she protected something a thousand times more precious than the purest gold.”
she wants to be furious, but she can’t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her father’s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she can’t hate her family.
“it’s alright,” she says. “i do have a family, anyways. i don’t think i would have liked my other life near as much.”
x
her kraken grows, spreading its tendrils over her torso and arms. she grows too, too large to come on board the ship without being hauled up in a boat from the water. she sings when the storms come and swims before the ship to guide it to safety. she fights off more than one beast of the seas, and gathers a set of scars across her back that she bears with pride. “i don’t mind,” she says, when the captain fusses over her, “now i match all of you.”
the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. “we shouldn’t fight him,” she says, peering through the spyglass.
“why not?” the mermaid asks.
“he’ll win,” the first mate says.
the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. “are you sure?” she asks.
x
the enemy fleet surrenders after the flagship is sunk in the night, the anchor ripped off the ship and the planks torn off the hull. the surviving crew, wild-eyed and delirious, whimper and say a sea serpent came from the water and attacked them, say it was longer than the boat and crushed it in its coils. the first mate hears this and has to hide her laughter. the captain apologizes to his daughter for doubting her.
“don’t worry,” she says, with a bright laugh, “it was fun.”
x
the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they can’t possibly fight them, and they don’t have the time to escape.
“let me up,” the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. “bring me up, quickly, quickly.”
they lower the boat and she piles her sinous form into it, and uses her claws to help the crew pull her up. once on the deck she flops out of the boat and makes her way over to the bow. the crew tries to help but she’s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her.
she crawls up out in front of the rail and wraps her long webbed tail around the prow. the figurehead has served them well so far but they need more right now. she wraps herself around the figurehead and raises her body up into the wind takes a breath of the stinging salt air and sings.
the storm carries her voice on its front to the royal navy. they are enchanted, so stunned by her song that they drop the rigging ropes and let the tillers drift. the pirates sail through the center of the fleet, trailing the storm behind them, and by the time the fleet has managed to regain its senses they are buried in wind and rain and the pirates are gone.
x
she declines guns. instead she carries a harpoon and its launcher, and uses them to board enemy ships, hauling her massive form out of the water to coil on the deck and dispatch enemies with ruthless efficiency. her family is feared across all the sea.
x
“you know we are dying,” the captain says, looking down at her.
she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise.
“i know,” she says, “i can feel it coming.”
the first mate stands next to the captain. she never had a lover or a child, and neither did he, but to the mermaid they are her parents. she will always love her daughter. the tattoos are graven in dark swirls across the mermaid’s deep brown skin and the flesh of her tail, even spiraling onto the spiked webbing on her spine and face. her hair is still tied back, this time with a sail that could not be patched one last time. 
“we love you,” the first mate says simply, looking down. her own tightly coiled black hair falls in to her face; she shakes the locs out of the way and smiles through her tears. the captain pretends he isnt crying either.
“i love you too,” the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time.
“guard the ship,” the captain says. “you always have but you know they’re lost without you.”
“without you,” the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. “what will we do?”
“i don’t know,” the captain says. “but you’ll help them, won’t you?”
“of course i will,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “i will always protect my family.”
x
the captain and the first mate are gone. the ship has a new captain, young and fearless - of the things she can afford to disregard. she fears and loves the ocean, as all captains do. she does not fear the royal fleet. and she does not fear the mermaid.
“you know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,” she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock.
the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. “is that so?” she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy.
“they said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,” the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a moment’s hesitation. “i always thought they were telling tall tales.”
“and now?”
“they were right,” the new captain says. “how did they ever befriend you?”
the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. “they didn’t know any better.”

She protects her family.

Hi everybody! Guess what’s being posted on AO3 now at the following link!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22498384/chapters/53760817
That’s right! Here you go. I’ll be uploading it in some chunks, because I want to make sure I have everything I wanted edited cleanly finished, but follow the story there!




HEY GUYS GUESS WHATS BACK ON THE DASHBOARD AND BETTER THAN EVER

cereusblue: unnameablethings: dragonsateyourtoast: redporkpadthai: dragonsateyourtoast: otherwindow: otherwindow: This is how the g...

golden age: Does this mean we have another islamic golden age coming?
golden age: Does this mean we have another islamic golden age coming?

Does this mean we have another islamic golden age coming?

golden age: Finally the golden age of the programmer
golden age: Finally the golden age of the programmer

Finally the golden age of the programmer

golden age: ironwoman359: cereusblue: unnameablethings: dragonsateyourtoast: redporkpadthai: dragonsateyourtoast: otherwindow: otherwindow: This is how the golden age of piracy ended. The first mermaid to get tattoos :) “we didn’t know any better,” the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. “what do we do now?” “kill it,” the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes. “we can’t,” the first mate says desperately, praying she won’t have to fight her captain on this. “we can’t. we - i won’t. we won’t.” “i know.” x “daddy,” she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, “daddy, la-la, la-la-la.” her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isn’t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasn’t even trying. the crew has taken to diving for shellfish near the shorelines for her; she loves them, splitting the shells apart with strength seen in no human toddler, slurping down the slimy molluscs inside and laughing, all plump brown cheeks and needle-sharp teeth. she sometimes splashes them for fun with her smooth, rubbery brown tail. even when they get soaked they laugh. they love her. “daddy,” she calls again, and he can hear the worry in her voice. the storm rocking the ship is harsh and uncaring, and if they go down, she would be the only survivor. “don’t worry,” he says, and goes over, sitting next to the tub. the first mate, leaning against the wall, pretends not to notice as he quietly begins to sing. x “father,” she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, “why am I here?” “your mother abandoned you,” he says, as he always has. “we found you adrift, and couldn’t bear to leave you there.” she picks at the salt-soaked boards, uncertain. her hair is pulled back in a fluffy black puff, the white linen holding it slipping almost over one of her dark eyes. one of her first tattoos, a many-limbed kraken, curls over her right shoulder and down her arm, delicate tendrils wrapped around her calloused fingertips. “alright,” she says. x “why am I really here?” she asks the first mate, watching the sun set over the water in streaks of liquid metal that pooled in the troughs of the waves and glittered on the seafoam. “we didn’t know any better,” the first mate says, staring into the water. “we didn’t know- we didn’t know anything. we didn’t understand why she fought so viciously to guard her treasure. we could not know she protected something a thousand times more precious than the purest gold.” she wants to be furious, but she can’t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her father’s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she can’t hate her family. “it’s alright,” she says. “i do have a family, anyways. i don’t think i would have liked my other life near as much.” x her kraken grows, spreading its tendrils over her torso and arms. she grows too, too large to come on board the ship without being hauled up in a boat from the water. she sings when the storms come and swims before the ship to guide it to safety. she fights off more than one beast of the seas, and gathers a set of scars across her back that she bears with pride. “i don’t mind,” she says, when the captain fusses over her, “now i match all of you.” the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. “we shouldn’t fight him,” she says, peering through the spyglass. “why not?” the mermaid asks. “he’ll win,” the first mate says. the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. “are you sure?” she asks. x the enemy fleet surrenders after the flagship is sunk in the night, the anchor ripped off the ship and the planks torn off the hull. the surviving crew, wild-eyed and delirious, whimper and say a sea serpent came from the water and attacked them, say it was longer than the boat and crushed it in its coils. the first mate hears this and has to hide her laughter. the captain apologizes to his daughter for doubting her. “don’t worry,” she says, with a bright laugh, “it was fun.” x the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they can’t possibly fight them, and they don’t have the time to escape. “let me up,” the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. “bring me up, quickly, quickly.” they lower the boat and she piles her sinous form into it, and uses her claws to help the crew pull her up. once on the deck she flops out of the boat and makes her way over to the bow. the crew tries to help but she’s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her. she crawls up out in front of the rail and wraps her long webbed tail around the prow. the figurehead has served them well so far but they need more right now. she wraps herself around the figurehead and raises her body up into the wind takes a breath of the stinging salt air and sings. the storm carries her voice on its front to the royal navy. they are enchanted, so stunned by her song that they drop the rigging ropes and let the tillers drift. the pirates sail through the center of the fleet, trailing the storm behind them, and by the time the fleet has managed to regain its senses they are buried in wind and rain and the pirates are gone. x she declines guns. instead she carries a harpoon and its launcher, and uses them to board enemy ships, hauling her massive form out of the water to coil on the deck and dispatch enemies with ruthless efficiency. her family is feared across all the sea. x “you know we are dying,” the captain says, looking down at her. she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise. “i know,” she says, “i can feel it coming.” the first mate stands next to the captain. she never had a lover or a child, and neither did he, but to the mermaid they are her parents. she will always love her daughter. the tattoos are graven in dark swirls across the mermaid’s deep brown skin and the flesh of her tail, even spiraling onto the spiked webbing on her spine and face. her hair is still tied back, this time with a sail that could not be patched one last time. “we love you,” the first mate says simply, looking down. her own tightly coiled black hair falls in to her face; she shakes the locs out of the way and smiles through her tears. the captain pretends he isnt crying either. “i love you too,” the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time. “guard the ship,” the captain says. “you always have but you know they’re lost without you.” “without you,” the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. “what will we do?” “i don’t know,” the captain says. “but you’ll help them, won’t you?” “of course i will,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “i will always protect my family.” x the captain and the first mate are gone. the ship has a new captain, young and fearless - of the things she can afford to disregard. she fears and loves the ocean, as all captains do. she does not fear the royal fleet. and she does not fear the mermaid. “you know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,” she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock. the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. “is that so?” she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy. “they said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,” the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a moment’s hesitation. “i always thought they were telling tall tales.” “and now?” “they were right,” the new captain says. “how did they ever befriend you?” the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. “they didn’t know any better.” She protects her family. Hi everybody! Guess what’s being posted on AO3 now at the following link! https://archiveofourown.org/works/22498384/chapters/53760817 That’s right! Here you go. I’ll be uploading it in some chunks, because I want to make sure I have everything I wanted edited cleanly finished, but follow the story there! HEY GUYS GUESS WHATS BACK ON THE DASHBOARD AND BETTER THAN EVER I love this
golden age: ironwoman359:
cereusblue:

unnameablethings:


dragonsateyourtoast:

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dragonsateyourtoast:

otherwindow:

otherwindow:
This is how the golden age of piracy ended.
The first mermaid to get tattoos :)


“we didn’t know any better,” the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. “what do we do now?”
“kill it,” the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes.
“we can’t,” the first mate says desperately, praying she won’t have to fight her captain on this. “we can’t. we - i won’t. we won’t.”
“i know.”
x
“daddy,” she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, “daddy, la-la, la-la-la.”
her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isn’t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasn’t even trying. the crew has taken to diving for shellfish near the shorelines for her; she loves them, splitting the shells apart with strength seen in no human toddler, slurping down the slimy molluscs inside and laughing, all plump brown cheeks and needle-sharp teeth. she sometimes splashes them for fun with her smooth, rubbery brown tail. even when they get soaked they laugh. they love her.
“daddy,” she calls again, and he can hear the worry in her voice. the storm rocking the ship is harsh and uncaring, and if they go down, she would be the only survivor.
“don’t worry,” he says, and goes over, sitting next to the tub. the first mate, leaning against the wall, pretends not to notice as he quietly begins to sing.
x
“father,” she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, “why am I here?”
“your mother abandoned you,” he says, as he always has. “we found you adrift, and couldn’t bear to leave you there.”
she picks at the salt-soaked boards, uncertain. her hair is pulled back in a fluffy black puff, the white linen holding it slipping almost over one of her dark eyes. one of her first tattoos, a many-limbed kraken, curls over her right shoulder and down her arm, delicate tendrils wrapped around her calloused fingertips. “alright,” she says.
x
“why am I really here?” she asks the first mate, watching the sun set over the water in streaks of liquid metal that pooled in the troughs of the waves and glittered on the seafoam.
“we didn’t know any better,” the first mate says, staring into the water. “we didn’t know- we didn’t know anything. we didn’t understand why she fought so viciously to guard her treasure. we could not know she protected something a thousand times more precious than the purest gold.”
she wants to be furious, but she can’t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her father’s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she can’t hate her family.
“it’s alright,” she says. “i do have a family, anyways. i don’t think i would have liked my other life near as much.”
x
her kraken grows, spreading its tendrils over her torso and arms. she grows too, too large to come on board the ship without being hauled up in a boat from the water. she sings when the storms come and swims before the ship to guide it to safety. she fights off more than one beast of the seas, and gathers a set of scars across her back that she bears with pride. “i don’t mind,” she says, when the captain fusses over her, “now i match all of you.”
the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. “we shouldn’t fight him,” she says, peering through the spyglass.
“why not?” the mermaid asks.
“he’ll win,” the first mate says.
the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. “are you sure?” she asks.
x
the enemy fleet surrenders after the flagship is sunk in the night, the anchor ripped off the ship and the planks torn off the hull. the surviving crew, wild-eyed and delirious, whimper and say a sea serpent came from the water and attacked them, say it was longer than the boat and crushed it in its coils. the first mate hears this and has to hide her laughter. the captain apologizes to his daughter for doubting her.
“don’t worry,” she says, with a bright laugh, “it was fun.”
x
the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they can’t possibly fight them, and they don’t have the time to escape.
“let me up,” the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. “bring me up, quickly, quickly.”
they lower the boat and she piles her sinous form into it, and uses her claws to help the crew pull her up. once on the deck she flops out of the boat and makes her way over to the bow. the crew tries to help but she’s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her.
she crawls up out in front of the rail and wraps her long webbed tail around the prow. the figurehead has served them well so far but they need more right now. she wraps herself around the figurehead and raises her body up into the wind takes a breath of the stinging salt air and sings.
the storm carries her voice on its front to the royal navy. they are enchanted, so stunned by her song that they drop the rigging ropes and let the tillers drift. the pirates sail through the center of the fleet, trailing the storm behind them, and by the time the fleet has managed to regain its senses they are buried in wind and rain and the pirates are gone.
x
she declines guns. instead she carries a harpoon and its launcher, and uses them to board enemy ships, hauling her massive form out of the water to coil on the deck and dispatch enemies with ruthless efficiency. her family is feared across all the sea.
x
“you know we are dying,” the captain says, looking down at her.
she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise.
“i know,” she says, “i can feel it coming.”
the first mate stands next to the captain. she never had a lover or a child, and neither did he, but to the mermaid they are her parents. she will always love her daughter. the tattoos are graven in dark swirls across the mermaid’s deep brown skin and the flesh of her tail, even spiraling onto the spiked webbing on her spine and face. her hair is still tied back, this time with a sail that could not be patched one last time. 
“we love you,” the first mate says simply, looking down. her own tightly coiled black hair falls in to her face; she shakes the locs out of the way and smiles through her tears. the captain pretends he isnt crying either.
“i love you too,” the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time.
“guard the ship,” the captain says. “you always have but you know they’re lost without you.”
“without you,” the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. “what will we do?”
“i don’t know,” the captain says. “but you’ll help them, won’t you?”
“of course i will,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “i will always protect my family.”
x
the captain and the first mate are gone. the ship has a new captain, young and fearless - of the things she can afford to disregard. she fears and loves the ocean, as all captains do. she does not fear the royal fleet. and she does not fear the mermaid.
“you know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,” she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock.
the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. “is that so?” she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy.
“they said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,” the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a moment’s hesitation. “i always thought they were telling tall tales.”
“and now?”
“they were right,” the new captain says. “how did they ever befriend you?”
the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. “they didn’t know any better.”

She protects her family.

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The Golden Age of Neglect by Ed Templeton, 2004

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golden age: <p><a href="https://gaylibertariansc.tumblr.com/post/170736648170/interplanetaryrailways-gaylibertariansc" class="tumblr_blog">gaylibertariansc</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="https://interplanetaryrailways.tumblr.com/post/170734558436/gaylibertariansc-sorta-dad" class="tumblr_blog">interplanetaryrailways</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="https://gaylibertariansc.tumblr.com/post/170729261270/sorta-dad-anime-vibes-heart-a-picture-of-a" class="tumblr_blog">gaylibertariansc</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="https://sorta-dad.tumblr.com/post/170430945946/anime-vibes-heart-a-picture-of-a-gay-vintage" class="tumblr_blog">sorta-dad</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="http://anime-vibes-heart.tumblr.com/post/110743288399/a-picture-of-a-gay-vintage-couple" class="tumblr_blog">anime-vibes-heart</a>:</p> <blockquote><p>A picture of a gay vintage couple.</p></blockquote> <p>I’d love to take dumb pics with bf like this</p></blockquote> <p>Okay I’m gonna say it… Are they gay or just Italian?</p></blockquote> <p>Yes</p></blockquote> <p>In all seriousness I really can’t tell if it’s meant to be amorous, because the guy on the left is just like “yeah whatever it’s all good” while the other dude’s kissing him on the cheek lol. So I can’t really make up my mind if this is a “love is love” moment or Goodfellas. Though now I’m picturing a gay romance in the midst of the golden age of the Italian Mafia… I’d watch that movie xD</p></blockquote> <p>My favorite game: Gay or European?</p>
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<blockquote><p>A picture of a gay vintage couple.</p></blockquote>

<p>I’d love to take dumb pics with bf like this</p></blockquote>

<p>Okay I’m gonna say it… Are they gay or just Italian?</p></blockquote>

<p>Yes</p></blockquote>

<p>In all seriousness I really can’t tell if it’s meant to be amorous, because the guy on the left is just like “yeah whatever it’s all good” while the other dude’s kissing him on the cheek lol. So I can’t really make up my mind if this is a “love is love” moment or Goodfellas. Though now I’m picturing a gay romance in the midst of the golden age of the Italian Mafia… I’d watch that movie xD</p></blockquote>

<p>My favorite game: Gay or European?</p>

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golden age: Chwistopher @Loudwindow Concept: Pirates slay a monster mermaid to steal its treasure chest. Pirates open chest, finds a sleepy baby mermaid within. Monster mermaid was using the treasure chest as a cradle. Pirates: <p><a href="http://dragonsateyourtoast.tumblr.com/post/169373651900" class="tumblr_blog">dragonsateyourtoast</a>:</p><blockquote> <p><a href="http://otherwindow.tumblr.com/post/169340235270/otherwindow-this-is-how-the-golden-age-of-piracy" class="tumblr_blog">otherwindow</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://otherwindow.tumblr.com/post/169291615220/this-is-how-the-golden-age-of-piracy-ended" class="tumblr_blog">otherwindow</a>:</p> <blockquote><p>This is how the golden age of piracy ended.</p></blockquote> <figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="677" data-orig-width="1000"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/51eb1c65a8936859a4b9e9ed54eb60d9/tumblr_inline_p22tdbtzyD1qdd180_540.jpg" data-orig-height="677" data-orig-width="1000"/></figure><p>The first mermaid to get tattoos :)</p> </blockquote> <p>“we didn’t know any better,” the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. “what do we do now?”</p> <p>“kill it,” the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes.</p> <p>“we can’t,” the first mate says desperately, praying she won’t have to fight her captain on this. “we can’t. we - i won’t. we won’t.”</p> <p>“i know.”</p> <p>x</p> <p>“daddy,” she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, “daddy, la-la, la-la-la.”</p> <p>her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isn’t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasn’t even trying. the crew has taken to diving for shellfish near the shorelines for her; she loves them, splitting the shells apart with strength seen in no human toddler, slurping down the slimy molluscs inside and laughing, all plump brown cheeks and needle-sharp teeth. she sometimes splashes them for fun with her smooth, rubbery brown tail. even when they get soaked they laugh. they love her.</p> <p>“daddy,” she calls again, and he can hear the worry in her voice. the storm rocking the ship is harsh and uncaring, and if they go down, she would be the only survivor.</p> <p>“don’t worry,” he says, and goes over, sitting next to the tub. the first mate, leaning against the wall, pretends not to notice as he quietly begins to sing.</p> <p>x</p> <p>“father,” she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, “why am I here?”</p> <p>“your mother abandoned you,” he says, as he always has. “we found you adrift, and couldn’t bear to leave you there.”</p> <p>she picks at the salt-soaked boards, uncertain. her hair is pulled back in a fluffy black puff, the white linen holding it slipping almost over one of her dark eyes. one of her first tattoos, a many-limbed kraken, curls over her right shoulder and down her arm, delicate tendrils wrapped around her calloused fingertips. “alright,” she says.</p> <p>x</p> <p>“why am I really here?” she asks the first mate, watching the sun set over the water in streaks of liquid metal that pooled in the troughs of the waves and glittered on the seafoam.</p> <p>“we didn’t know any better,” the first mate says, staring into the water. “we didn’t know- we didn’t know anything. we didn’t understand why she fought so viciously to guard her treasure. we could not know she protected something a thousand times more precious than the purest gold.”</p> <p>she wants to be furious, but she can’t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her father’s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she can’t hate her family.</p> <p>“it’s alright,” she says. “i do have a family, anyways. i don’t think i would have liked my other life near as much.”</p> <p>x</p> <p>her kraken grows, spreading its tendrils over her torso and arms. she grows too, too large to come on board the ship without being hauled up in a boat from the water. she sings when the storms come and swims before the ship to guide it to safety. she fights off more than one beast of the seas, and gathers a set of scars across her back that she bears with pride. “i don’t mind,” she says, when the captain fusses over her, “now i match all of you.”</p> <p>the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. “we shouldn’t fight him,” she says, peering through the spyglass.</p> <p>“why not?” the mermaid asks.</p> <p>“he’ll win,” the first mate says.</p> <p>the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. “are you sure?” she asks.</p> <p>x</p> <p>the enemy fleet surrenders after the flagship is sunk in the night, the anchor ripped off the ship and the planks torn off the hull. the surviving crew, wild-eyed and delirious, whimper and say a sea serpent came from the water and attacked them, say it was longer than the boat and crushed it in its coils. the first mate hears this and has to hide her laughter. the captain apologizes to his daughter for doubting her.</p> <p>“don’t worry,” she says, with a bright laugh, “it was fun.”</p> <p>x</p> <p>the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they can’t possibly fight them, and they don’t have the time to escape.</p> <p>“let me up,” the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. “bring me up, quickly, quickly.”</p> <p>they lower the boat and she piles her sinous form into it, and uses her claws to help the crew pull her up. once on the deck she flops out of the boat and makes her way over to the bow. the crew tries to help but she’s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her.</p> <p>she crawls up out in front of the rail and wraps her long webbed tail around the prow. the figurehead has served them well so far but they need more right now. she wraps herself around the figurehead and raises her body up into the wind takes a breath of the stinging salt air and sings.</p> <p>the storm carries her voice on its front to the royal navy. they are enchanted, so stunned by her song that they drop the rigging ropes and let the tillers drift. the pirates sail through the center of the fleet, trailing the storm behind them, and by the time the fleet has managed to regain its senses they are buried in wind and rain and the pirates are gone.</p> <p>x</p> <p>she declines guns. instead she carries a harpoon and its launcher, and uses them to board enemy ships, hauling her massive form out of the water to coil on the deck and dispatch enemies with ruthless efficiency. her family is feared across all the sea.</p> <p>x</p> <p>“you know we are dying,” the captain says, looking down at her.</p> <p>she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise.</p> <p>“i know,” she says, “i can feel it coming.”</p> <p>the first mate stands next to the captain. she never had a lover or a child, and neither did he, but to the mermaid they are her parents. she will always love her daughter. the tattoos are graven in dark swirls across the mermaid’s deep brown skin and the flesh of her tail, even spiraling onto the spiked webbing on her spine and face. her hair is still tied back, this time with a sail that could not be patched one last time. </p> <p>“we love you,” the first mate says simply, looking down. her own tightly coiled black hair falls in to her face; she shakes the locs out of the way and smiles through her tears. the captain pretends he isnt crying either.</p> <p>“i love you too,” the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time.</p> <p>“guard the ship,” the captain says. “you always have but you know they’re lost without you.”</p> <p>“without you,” the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. “what will we do?”</p> <p>“i don’t know,” the captain says. “but you’ll help them, won’t you?”</p> <p>“of course i will,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “i will always protect my family.”</p> <p>x</p> <p>the captain and the first mate are gone. the ship has a new captain, young and fearless - of the things she can afford to disregard. she fears and loves the ocean, as all captains do. she does not fear the royal fleet. and she does not fear the mermaid.</p> <p>“you know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,” she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock.</p> <p>the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. “is that so?” she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy.</p> <p>“they said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,” the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a moment’s hesitation. “i always thought they were telling tall tales.”</p> <p>“and now?”</p> <p>“they were right,” the new captain says. “how did they ever befriend you?”</p> <p>the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. “they didn’t know any better.”</p> </blockquote> <p>Yooooo</p>
golden age: Chwistopher
 @Loudwindow
 Concept: Pirates slay a monster mermaid
 to steal its treasure chest.
 Pirates open chest, finds a sleepy baby
 mermaid within.
 Monster mermaid was using the treasure
 chest as a cradle.
 Pirates:
<p><a href="http://dragonsateyourtoast.tumblr.com/post/169373651900" class="tumblr_blog">dragonsateyourtoast</a>:</p><blockquote>
<p><a href="http://otherwindow.tumblr.com/post/169340235270/otherwindow-this-is-how-the-golden-age-of-piracy" class="tumblr_blog">otherwindow</a>:</p>
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<p><a href="http://otherwindow.tumblr.com/post/169291615220/this-is-how-the-golden-age-of-piracy-ended" class="tumblr_blog">otherwindow</a>:</p>
<blockquote><p>This is how the golden age of piracy ended.</p></blockquote>
<figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="677" data-orig-width="1000"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/51eb1c65a8936859a4b9e9ed54eb60d9/tumblr_inline_p22tdbtzyD1qdd180_540.jpg" data-orig-height="677" data-orig-width="1000"/></figure><p>The first mermaid to get tattoos :)</p>
</blockquote>

<p>“we didn’t know any better,” the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. “what do we do now?”</p>
<p>“kill it,” the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes.</p>
<p>“we can’t,” the first mate says desperately, praying she won’t have to fight her captain on this. “we can’t. we - i won’t. we won’t.”</p>
<p>“i know.”</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>“daddy,” she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, “daddy, la-la, la-la-la.”</p>
<p>her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isn’t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasn’t even trying. the crew has taken to diving for shellfish near the shorelines for her; she loves them, splitting the shells apart with strength seen in no human toddler, slurping down the slimy molluscs inside and laughing, all plump brown cheeks and needle-sharp teeth. she sometimes splashes them for fun with her smooth, rubbery brown tail. even when they get soaked they laugh. they love her.</p>
<p>“daddy,” she calls again, and he can hear the worry in her voice. the storm rocking the ship is harsh and uncaring, and if they go down, she would be the only survivor.</p>
<p>“don’t worry,” he says, and goes over, sitting next to the tub. the first mate, leaning against the wall, pretends not to notice as he quietly begins to sing.</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>“father,” she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, “why am I here?”</p>
<p>“your mother abandoned you,” he says, as he always has. “we found you adrift, and couldn’t bear to leave you there.”</p>
<p>she picks at the salt-soaked boards, uncertain. her hair is pulled back in a fluffy black puff, the white linen holding it slipping almost over one of her dark eyes. one of her first tattoos, a many-limbed kraken, curls over her right shoulder and down her arm, delicate tendrils wrapped around her calloused fingertips. “alright,” she says.</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>“why am I really here?” she asks the first mate, watching the sun set over the water in streaks of liquid metal that pooled in the troughs of the waves and glittered on the seafoam.</p>
<p>“we didn’t know any better,” the first mate says, staring into the water. “we didn’t know- we didn’t know anything. we didn’t understand why she fought so viciously to guard her treasure. we could not know she protected something a thousand times more precious than the purest gold.”</p>
<p>she wants to be furious, but she can’t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her father’s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she can’t hate her family.</p>
<p>“it’s alright,” she says. “i do have a family, anyways. i don’t think i would have liked my other life near as much.”</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>her kraken grows, spreading its tendrils over her torso and arms. she grows too, too large to come on board the ship without being hauled up in a boat from the water. she sings when the storms come and swims before the ship to guide it to safety. she fights off more than one beast of the seas, and gathers a set of scars across her back that she bears with pride. “i don’t mind,” she says, when the captain fusses over her, “now i match all of you.”</p>
<p>the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. “we shouldn’t fight him,” she says, peering through the spyglass.</p>
<p>“why not?” the mermaid asks.</p>
<p>“he’ll win,” the first mate says.</p>
<p>the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. “are you sure?” she asks.</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>the enemy fleet surrenders after the flagship is sunk in the night, the anchor ripped off the ship and the planks torn off the hull. the surviving crew, wild-eyed and delirious, whimper and say a sea serpent came from the water and attacked them, say it was longer than the boat and crushed it in its coils. the first mate hears this and has to hide her laughter. the captain apologizes to his daughter for doubting her.</p>
<p>“don’t worry,” she says, with a bright laugh, “it was fun.”</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they can’t possibly fight them, and they don’t have the time to escape.</p>
<p>“let me up,” the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. “bring me up, quickly, quickly.”</p>
<p>they lower the boat and she piles her sinous form into it, and uses her claws to help the crew pull her up. once on the deck she flops out of the boat and makes her way over to the bow. the crew tries to help but she’s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her.</p>
<p>she crawls up out in front of the rail and wraps her long webbed tail around the prow. the figurehead has served them well so far but they need more right now. she wraps herself around the figurehead and raises her body up into the wind takes a breath of the stinging salt air and sings.</p>
<p>the storm carries her voice on its front to the royal navy. they are enchanted, so stunned by her song that they drop the rigging ropes and let the tillers drift. the pirates sail through the center of the fleet, trailing the storm behind them, and by the time the fleet has managed to regain its senses they are buried in wind and rain and the pirates are gone.</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>she declines guns. instead she carries a harpoon and its launcher, and uses them to board enemy ships, hauling her massive form out of the water to coil on the deck and dispatch enemies with ruthless efficiency. her family is feared across all the sea.</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>“you know we are dying,” the captain says, looking down at her.</p>
<p>she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise.</p>
<p>“i know,” she says, “i can feel it coming.”</p>
<p>the first mate stands next to the captain. she never had a lover or a child, and neither did he, but to the mermaid they are her parents. she will always love her daughter. the tattoos are graven in dark swirls across the mermaid’s deep brown skin and the flesh of her tail, even spiraling onto the spiked webbing on her spine and face. her hair is still tied back, this time with a sail that could not be patched one last time. </p>
<p>“we love you,” the first mate says simply, looking down. her own tightly coiled black hair falls in to her face; she shakes the locs out of the way and smiles through her tears. the captain pretends he isnt crying either.</p>
<p>“i love you too,” the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time.</p>
<p>“guard the ship,” the captain says. “you always have but you know they’re lost without you.”</p>
<p>“without you,” the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. “what will we do?”</p>
<p>“i don’t know,” the captain says. “but you’ll help them, won’t you?”</p>
<p>“of course i will,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “i will always protect my family.”</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>the captain and the first mate are gone. the ship has a new captain, young and fearless - of the things she can afford to disregard. she fears and loves the ocean, as all captains do. she does not fear the royal fleet. and she does not fear the mermaid.</p>
<p>“you know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,” she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock.</p>
<p>the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. “is that so?” she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy.</p>
<p>“they said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,” the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a moment’s hesitation. “i always thought they were telling tall tales.”</p>
<p>“and now?”</p>
<p>“they were right,” the new captain says. “how did they ever befriend you?”</p>
<p>the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. “they didn’t know any better.”</p>
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golden age: tumbl FANDOMETRICS Year In Review 2017 thefandometrics: We did it. We made it through! 12 months. 52 weeks. 365 days. 8,760 hours. 2017 is almost over. Let’s celebrate the stuff that made you happy. Here’s a toast to your favorite things on Tumblr. This is Tumblr’s Year in Review: 2017We looked over thousands of lines of data, scouring each and every popular tag in each and every popular category. We sorted this data with our very own Fandometrics rating technique, the pleasingly scientific system that measures searches, original posts, reblogs, and likes to rank your enthusiasm and love. For the first year ever, we have a community guest post. Meme Documentation (@memedocumentation) got deep into the nostalgia surrounding 2017’s most popular memes.Have questions about how this works? Wonder why Guy Fieri is not on any of these lists? Ask away! We’re going to answer your questions live on our Instagram on Wednesday, December 6 and again Wednesday, December 13. Now here’s what you’ve been waiting for. Tumblr’s favorite things in 2017:ShipsRemember: If your OTP didn’t make this list, it’s okay. It just means you are directly responsible and should’ve made more posts about them.Animated TVThe only list where a self-loathing horse and an extremely rich duck can be found in competition with each other.Live-Action TVIn the golden age of television, every single one of these is a winner. Some are just winnier than others.MoviesMoonlight beat La La Land in this list, too, but neither were No. 1.ActressesYou like them! You really like them!ActorsOnce again we find ourselves with a disproportionate amount of men named Chris. No one is complaining. Especially the men named Chris.Models20 women who have perfected everything from their smizes to their struts.Television PersonalitiesThe alternative name was “people who get paid a lot for being themselves on TV,” but that wasn’t very catchy.AthletesFor a community based on competition, the sports community on Tumblr is incredibly supportive and kind.Wrestling SuperstarsHit up this link or we’ll break out our meanest piledriver.Web SeriesWe put all of your favorite stuff from the internet onto one list on the internet.Web CelebritiesThe definitive list of your favorite YouTubers, Twitchers, and podcasters.  Solo ArtistsWe’re warning you now: Taylor Swift was knocked down a peg. There’s a new No. 1 in these here parts.BandsFive of these bands have numbers in their names, ranging from one to 1975.K-PopGet your light sticks ready!K-Pop Band MembersDid your ultimate bias make No. 1?MusicalsWhile we’re talking, let us offer you some free advice: Block less. Reblog more. Let your followers know what musical you’re against or what you’re for.Video Games⬆️⬆️⬇️⬇️⬅️➡️⬅️➡️🅱️🅰️BooksYou asked, we delivered. Feast your eyes on these words, you incredible bookworms.AuthorsFun (?) fact: This is the only list in the batch that features a man who died over 400 years ago.Anime MangaYou’re gonna triple axel when you see what’s No. 1.Tumblr CommunitiesThey aren’t any more or less important than the communities that didn’t make the cut. They’re just the ones that tagged their posts the most.Food DrinkThis list is zero carbs, and yet it’s full of carbs.AnimalsOld MacDonald had a blog, T-U-M-B-L-R.Dog BreedsSome puppers, a few pupperinos, a couple of fluffers, and, of course, a h*ckin’ boofer. boop this list, frenMemesTired: Tagging your friend in a meme.Wired: Tagging your friend in the replies to the Memes post.
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 FANDOMETRICS
 Year In Review
 2017
thefandometrics:

We did it. We made it through! 12 months. 52 weeks. 365 days. 8,760 hours. 2017 is almost over. Let’s celebrate the stuff that made you happy. Here’s a toast to your favorite things on Tumblr. This is Tumblr’s Year in Review: 2017We looked over thousands of lines of data, scouring each and every popular tag in each and every popular category. We sorted this data with our very own Fandometrics rating technique, the pleasingly scientific system that measures searches, original posts, reblogs, and likes to rank your enthusiasm and love. For the first year ever, we have a community guest post. Meme Documentation (@memedocumentation) got deep into the nostalgia surrounding 2017’s most popular memes.Have questions about how this works? Wonder why Guy Fieri is not on any of these lists? Ask away! We’re going to answer your questions live on our Instagram on Wednesday, December 6 and again Wednesday, December 13. Now here’s what you’ve been waiting for. Tumblr’s favorite things in 2017:ShipsRemember: If your OTP didn’t make this list, it’s okay. It just means you are directly responsible and should’ve made more posts about them.Animated TVThe only list where a self-loathing horse and an extremely rich duck can be found in competition with each other.Live-Action TVIn the golden age of television, every single one of these is a winner. Some are just winnier than others.MoviesMoonlight beat La La Land in this list, too, but neither were No. 1.ActressesYou like them! You really like them!ActorsOnce again we find ourselves with a disproportionate amount of men named Chris. No one is complaining. Especially the men named Chris.Models20 women who have perfected everything from their smizes to their struts.Television PersonalitiesThe alternative name was “people who get paid a lot for being themselves on TV,” but that wasn’t very catchy.AthletesFor a community based on competition, the sports community on Tumblr is incredibly supportive and kind.Wrestling SuperstarsHit up this link or we’ll break out our meanest piledriver.Web SeriesWe put all of your favorite stuff from the internet onto one list on the internet.Web CelebritiesThe definitive list of your favorite YouTubers, Twitchers, and podcasters.  Solo ArtistsWe’re warning you now: Taylor Swift was knocked down a peg. There’s a new No. 1 in these here parts.BandsFive of these bands have numbers in their names, ranging from one to 1975.K-PopGet your light sticks ready!K-Pop Band MembersDid your ultimate bias make No. 1?MusicalsWhile we’re talking, let us offer you some free advice: Block less. Reblog more. Let your followers know what musical you’re against or what you’re for.Video Games⬆️⬆️⬇️⬇️⬅️➡️⬅️➡️🅱️🅰️BooksYou asked, we delivered. Feast your eyes on these words, you incredible bookworms.AuthorsFun (?) fact: This is the only list in the batch that features a man who died over 400 years ago.Anime  MangaYou’re gonna triple axel when you see what’s No. 1.Tumblr CommunitiesThey aren’t any more or less important than the communities that didn’t make the cut. They’re just the ones that tagged their posts the most.Food  DrinkThis list is zero carbs, and yet it’s full of carbs.AnimalsOld MacDonald had a blog, T-U-M-B-L-R.Dog BreedsSome puppers, a few pupperinos, a couple of fluffers, and, of course, a h*ckin’ boofer. boop this list, frenMemesTired: Tagging your friend in a meme.Wired: Tagging your friend in the replies to the Memes post.

thefandometrics: We did it. We made it through! 12 months. 52 weeks. 365 days. 8,760 hours. 2017 is almost over. Let’s celebrate the stu...

golden age: tumbl FANDOMETRICS Year In Review 2017 <p>We did it. We made it through! 12 months. 52 weeks. 365 days. 8,760 hours. 2017 is almost over. Let’s celebrate the stuff that made you happy. Here’s a toast to your favorite things on Tumblr. </p><p><b>This is Tumblr’s Year in Review: 2017</b></p><p>We looked over thousands of lines of data, scouring each and every popular tag in each and every popular category. We sorted this data with our very own Fandometrics rating technique, the pleasingly scientific system that measures searches, original posts, reblogs, and likes to rank your enthusiasm and love. </p><p>For the first year ever, we have a community guest post. Meme Documentation (<a class="tumblelog" href="https://tmblr.co/mdUW9tqdzDClnF0RPnSPZJw">@memedocumentation</a>) <a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/167990693459/tumblr2017-meme-documentation">got deep into the nostalgia</a> surrounding 2017&rsquo;s most popular memes.<br/></p><p>Have questions about how this works? Wonder why Guy Fieri is not on any of these lists? <a href="http://fandometricsgetsdeep.tumblr.com/ask">Ask away</a>! We’re going to answer your questions live on <a href="http://instagram.com/tumblr">our Instagram</a> on Wednesday, December 6 and again Wednesday, December 13. </p><p>Now here’s what you’ve been waiting for. Tumblr’s favorite things in 2017:</p><hr><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/168182191859/tumblr2017-ships">Ships</a><br/></b>Remember: If your OTP didn’t make this list, it’s okay. It just means you are directly responsible and should’ve made more posts about them.</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/168017302904/tumblr2017-animated-tv-shows">Animated TV</a><br/></b>The only list where a self-loathing horse and an extremely rich duck can be found in competition with each other.</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/168017275479/tumblr2017-live-action-tv-shows">Live-Action TV</a><br/></b>In the golden age of television, every single one of these is a winner. Some are just winnier than others.</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/168017170154/tumblr2017-movies">Movies</a><br/></b>Moonlight beat La La Land in this list, too, but neither were No. 1.</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/168017030884/tumblr2017-actresses">Actresses</a><br/></b>You like them! You really like them!</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/168017022079/tumblr2017-actors">Actors</a><br/></b>Once again we find ourselves with a disproportionate amount of men named Chris. No one is complaining. Especially the men named Chris.</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/168016961274/tumblr2017-models">Models</a><br/></b>20 women who have perfected everything from their smizes to their struts.</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/168016950484/tumblr2017-tv-personalities">Television Personalities</a><br/></b>The alternative name was “people who get paid a lot for being themselves on TV,” but that wasn’t very catchy.</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/168016938524/tumblr2017-athletes">Athletes</a><br/></b>For a community based on competition, the sports community on Tumblr is incredibly supportive and kind.</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/168016930354/tumblr2017-wrestling-superstars">Wrestling Superstars</a><br/></b>Hit up this link or we’ll break out our meanest piledriver.</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/168016891349/tumblr2017-web-series">Web Series</a><br/></b>We put all of your favorite stuff from the internet onto one list on the internet.</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/168016882749/tumblr2017-web-celebrities">Web Celebrities</a><br/></b>The definitive list of your favorite YouTubers, Twitchers, and podcasters.  </p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/168016858804/tumblr2017-solo-artists">Solo Artists</a><br/></b>We’re warning you now: Taylor Swift was knocked down a peg. There’s a new No. 1 in these here parts.</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/168016849714/tumblr017-bands">Bands</a><br/></b>Five of these bands have numbers in their names, ranging from one to 1975.</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/168016839794/tumblr2017-kpop">K-Pop</a><br/></b>Get your light sticks ready!</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/168016831199/tumblr2017-kpop-band-members">K-Pop Band Members</a><br/></b>Did your ultimate bias make No. 1?</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/168016811864/tumblr2017-musicals">Musicals</a><br/></b>While we’re talking, let us offer you some free advice: Block less. Reblog more. Let your followers know what musical you’re against or what you’re for.</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/168016772769/tumblr2017-video-games">Video Games</a><br/></b>⬆️⬆️⬇️⬇️⬅️➡️⬅️➡️🅱️🅰️</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/168016766149/tumblr2017-books">Books</a><br/></b>You asked, we delivered. Feast your eyes on these words, you incredible bookworms.</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/168016729244/tumblr2017-authors">Authors</a><br/></b>Fun (?) fact: This is the only list in the batch that features a man who died over 400 years ago.</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/168016716589/tumblr2017-anime-and-manga">Anime &amp; Manga</a><br/></b>You’re gonna triple axel when you see what’s No. 1.</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/168016697169/tumblr2017-tumblr-communities">Tumblr Communities</a><br/></b>They aren’t any more or less important than the communities that didn’t make the cut. They’re just the ones that tagged their posts the most.</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/167993855949/tumblr2017-food-drink">Food &amp; Drink</a><br/></b>This list is zero carbs, and yet it’s full of carbs.</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/167993814639/tumblr2017-animals">Animals</a><br/></b>Old MacDonald had a blog, T-U-M-B-L-R.</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/167992680304/tumblr2017-dog-breeds">Dog Breeds</a><br/></b>Some puppers, a few pupperinos, a couple of fluffers, and, of course, a h*ckin’ boofer. boop this list, fren</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/167992600634/tumblr2017-memes">Memes</a><br/></b>Tired: Tagging your friend in a meme.<br/>Wired: Tagging your friend in the replies to the Memes post.</p>
golden age: tumbl
 FANDOMETRICS
 Year In Review
 2017
<p>We did it. We made it through! 12 months. 52 weeks. 365 days. 8,760 hours. 2017 is almost over. Let’s celebrate the stuff that made you happy. Here’s a toast to your favorite things on Tumblr. </p><p><b>This is Tumblr’s Year in Review: 2017</b></p><p>We looked over thousands of lines of data, scouring each and every popular tag in each and every popular category. We sorted this data with our very own Fandometrics rating technique, the pleasingly scientific system that measures searches, original posts, reblogs, and likes to rank your enthusiasm and love. </p><p>For the first year ever, we have a community guest post. Meme Documentation (<a class="tumblelog" href="https://tmblr.co/mdUW9tqdzDClnF0RPnSPZJw">@memedocumentation</a>) <a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/167990693459/tumblr2017-meme-documentation">got deep into the nostalgia</a> surrounding 2017&rsquo;s most popular memes.<br/></p><p>Have questions about how this works? Wonder why Guy Fieri is not on any of these lists? <a href="http://fandometricsgetsdeep.tumblr.com/ask">Ask away</a>! We’re going to answer your questions live on <a href="http://instagram.com/tumblr">our Instagram</a> on Wednesday, December 6 and again Wednesday, December 13. </p><p>Now here’s what you’ve been waiting for. Tumblr’s favorite things in 2017:</p><hr><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/168182191859/tumblr2017-ships">Ships</a><br/></b>Remember: If your OTP didn’t make this list, it’s okay. It just means you are directly responsible and should’ve made more posts about them.</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/168017302904/tumblr2017-animated-tv-shows">Animated TV</a><br/></b>The only list where a self-loathing horse and an extremely rich duck can be found in competition with each other.</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/168017275479/tumblr2017-live-action-tv-shows">Live-Action TV</a><br/></b>In the golden age of television, every single one of these is a winner. Some are just winnier than others.</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/168017170154/tumblr2017-movies">Movies</a><br/></b>Moonlight beat La La Land in this list, too, but neither were No. 1.</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/168017030884/tumblr2017-actresses">Actresses</a><br/></b>You like them! You really like them!</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/168017022079/tumblr2017-actors">Actors</a><br/></b>Once again we find ourselves with a disproportionate amount of men named Chris. No one is complaining. Especially the men named Chris.</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/168016961274/tumblr2017-models">Models</a><br/></b>20 women who have perfected everything from their smizes to their struts.</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/168016950484/tumblr2017-tv-personalities">Television Personalities</a><br/></b>The alternative name was “people who get paid a lot for being themselves on TV,” but that wasn’t very catchy.</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/168016938524/tumblr2017-athletes">Athletes</a><br/></b>For a community based on competition, the sports community on Tumblr is incredibly supportive and kind.</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/168016930354/tumblr2017-wrestling-superstars">Wrestling Superstars</a><br/></b>Hit up this link or we’ll break out our meanest piledriver.</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/168016891349/tumblr2017-web-series">Web Series</a><br/></b>We put all of your favorite stuff from the internet onto one list on the internet.</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/168016882749/tumblr2017-web-celebrities">Web Celebrities</a><br/></b>The definitive list of your favorite YouTubers, Twitchers, and podcasters.  </p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/168016858804/tumblr2017-solo-artists">Solo Artists</a><br/></b>We’re warning you now: Taylor Swift was knocked down a peg. There’s a new No. 1 in these here parts.</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/168016849714/tumblr017-bands">Bands</a><br/></b>Five of these bands have numbers in their names, ranging from one to 1975.</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/168016839794/tumblr2017-kpop">K-Pop</a><br/></b>Get your light sticks ready!</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/168016831199/tumblr2017-kpop-band-members">K-Pop Band Members</a><br/></b>Did your ultimate bias make No. 1?</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/168016811864/tumblr2017-musicals">Musicals</a><br/></b>While we’re talking, let us offer you some free advice: Block less. Reblog more. Let your followers know what musical you’re against or what you’re for.</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/168016772769/tumblr2017-video-games">Video Games</a><br/></b>⬆️⬆️⬇️⬇️⬅️➡️⬅️➡️🅱️🅰️</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/168016766149/tumblr2017-books">Books</a><br/></b>You asked, we delivered. Feast your eyes on these words, you incredible bookworms.</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/168016729244/tumblr2017-authors">Authors</a><br/></b>Fun (?) fact: This is the only list in the batch that features a man who died over 400 years ago.</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/168016716589/tumblr2017-anime-and-manga">Anime &amp; Manga</a><br/></b>You’re gonna triple axel when you see what’s No. 1.</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/168016697169/tumblr2017-tumblr-communities">Tumblr Communities</a><br/></b>They aren’t any more or less important than the communities that didn’t make the cut. They’re just the ones that tagged their posts the most.</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/167993855949/tumblr2017-food-drink">Food &amp; Drink</a><br/></b>This list is zero carbs, and yet it’s full of carbs.</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/167993814639/tumblr2017-animals">Animals</a><br/></b>Old MacDonald had a blog, T-U-M-B-L-R.</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/167992680304/tumblr2017-dog-breeds">Dog Breeds</a><br/></b>Some puppers, a few pupperinos, a couple of fluffers, and, of course, a h*ckin’ boofer. boop this list, fren</p><p><b><a href="https://thefandometrics.tumblr.com/post/167992600634/tumblr2017-memes">Memes</a><br/></b>Tired: Tagging your friend in a meme.<br/>Wired: Tagging your friend in the replies to the Memes post.</p>

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golden age: DID YOU KNOW? IG/FB HOLISTIG ALI DURING ISLAM'S GOLDEN AGE, SCIENTISTS WERE PAID THE EQUIVALENT OF WHAT PROATHLETES ARE PAID TODAY. Follow ➡️ @holisticali Many demonize Islam or even religion for not contributing while using a phone developed due to the advancements in science from the Muslim world 🐸☕️ Now Muslims didn't necessary discover all these but the Muslims introduced them: • Surgical instruments • Anesthesia • Windmill • Treatment of Cowpox • Fountain pen • Numbering system • Algebra-Trigonometry • Modern Cryptology • 3 course meal (soup, meat-fish, fruit-nuts) • Crystal glasses • Carpets • Checks • Gardens used for beauty and meditation instead of for herbs and kitchen. • University • Optics • Music • Toothbrush • Hospitals • Bathing • Quilting • Mariner's Compass • Soft drinks • Coffee • Braille • Cosmetics • Plastic surgery • Calligraphy • Manufacturing of paper and cloth It was a Muslim who realized that light ENTERS our eyes, unlike the Greeks who thought we EMITTED rays, and so invented a camera from this discovery. It was a Muslim who first tried to FLY in 852, even though it is the Wright Brothers who have taken the credit. It was a Muslim by the name of Jabir ibn Hayyan who was known as the founder of modern Chemistry. He transformed alchemy into chemistry. He invented: distillation, purification, oxidation, evaporation, and filtration. He also discovered sulfuric and nitric acid. It is a Muslim, by the name of Al-Jazari who is known as the father of robotics. It was a Muslim who was the architect for Henry V’s castle It was a Muslim who invented hollow needles to suck cataracts from eyes, a technique still used today It was a Muslim who actually discovered inoculation, not Jenner and Pasteur to treat cowpox. The West just brought it over from Turkey It was Muslims who contributed much to mathematics like Algebra and Trigonometry, which was imported over to Europe 300 years later to Fibonnaci and the rest It was Muslims who discovered that the Earth was round 500 years before Galileo did The list goes on……….. Just imagine a world without Muslims. You probably mean, JUST IMAGINE A WORLD WITHOUT TERRORISTS. And then I would agree, the world would definitely be a better place without them no matter what their background is HolisticAli Science Islam
golden age: DID YOU KNOW?
 IG/FB
 HOLISTIG
 ALI
 DURING ISLAM'S GOLDEN AGE, SCIENTISTS
 WERE PAID THE EQUIVALENT
 OF WHAT PROATHLETES ARE PAID TODAY.
Follow ➡️ @holisticali Many demonize Islam or even religion for not contributing while using a phone developed due to the advancements in science from the Muslim world 🐸☕️ Now Muslims didn't necessary discover all these but the Muslims introduced them: • Surgical instruments • Anesthesia • Windmill • Treatment of Cowpox • Fountain pen • Numbering system • Algebra-Trigonometry • Modern Cryptology • 3 course meal (soup, meat-fish, fruit-nuts) • Crystal glasses • Carpets • Checks • Gardens used for beauty and meditation instead of for herbs and kitchen. • University • Optics • Music • Toothbrush • Hospitals • Bathing • Quilting • Mariner's Compass • Soft drinks • Coffee • Braille • Cosmetics • Plastic surgery • Calligraphy • Manufacturing of paper and cloth It was a Muslim who realized that light ENTERS our eyes, unlike the Greeks who thought we EMITTED rays, and so invented a camera from this discovery. It was a Muslim who first tried to FLY in 852, even though it is the Wright Brothers who have taken the credit. It was a Muslim by the name of Jabir ibn Hayyan who was known as the founder of modern Chemistry. He transformed alchemy into chemistry. He invented: distillation, purification, oxidation, evaporation, and filtration. He also discovered sulfuric and nitric acid. It is a Muslim, by the name of Al-Jazari who is known as the father of robotics. It was a Muslim who was the architect for Henry V’s castle It was a Muslim who invented hollow needles to suck cataracts from eyes, a technique still used today It was a Muslim who actually discovered inoculation, not Jenner and Pasteur to treat cowpox. The West just brought it over from Turkey It was Muslims who contributed much to mathematics like Algebra and Trigonometry, which was imported over to Europe 300 years later to Fibonnaci and the rest It was Muslims who discovered that the Earth was round 500 years before Galileo did The list goes on……….. Just imagine a world without Muslims. You probably mean, JUST IMAGINE A WORLD WITHOUT TERRORISTS. And then I would agree, the world would definitely be a better place without them no matter what their background is HolisticAli Science Islam

Follow ➡️ @holisticali Many demonize Islam or even religion for not contributing while using a phone developed due to the advancements in...