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365filmsbyauroranocte · 20 days

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Sink or Swim (Su Friedrich, 1990)

#Sink or Swim #Su Friedrich #1990 #water #bathtub #bathroom #alcohol #beer #facepalm #black and white

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citylighten · 3 months

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BEGINNING // PREVIOUS // NEXT

@damseljamsel @edyavtostopom @simmiekenz @sunwolff @yavannah @bougiesimmer @ophernelia @omgkayplays @stevihj @linnyuy @spnmoosejerk @rainymoodlet @quesims @waitingforspoons @keesimziaa @swiftviolets @joannebernice @ardeney-sims @cartelheir @havenroyals @straightouttasimulation @percosim @sweetnovember77 @carterscowplants @smok3inm1rrors @literalite @kennishevsims @lynzishell @really-cool-art-13 @emperorofthedark @bitzsims @lushnightjelly @nightlifeseries

#sink or swim #ts4 story #ts4 storytelling #sims spice

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hornedatlas-x3 · 1 month

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fairytale-poll · 2 months

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ROUND 1D, MATCH 8 OUT OF 8!

Propaganda Under the Cut:

Lana:

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Lacey:

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#sink or swim #whatever after #sarah mlynowski #rainbow magic #the fairy tale fairies #rainbow magic: the fairy tale fairies #lana #lacey the little mermaid fairy #little mermaid #the little mermaid #fairytale #hans christian andersen #poll tournament #poll bracket #character polls #polls #round 1 #round 1d #the little merpoll

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twinki3zs · 2 months

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Luca pacing because all the things Alberto taught him about the surface weren’t true: “For all I know, he could be Batman!”

Giulia in her mom’s kitchen with Luca sipping a shot size of coffee: “He is not Batman.”

Alberto back in Portorroso wearing a black mask made out of paper: “I’m Batman.”

#luca paguro #alberto scorfano #pixar luca #giulia marcovaldo #luca movie #disney #i am batman #sink or swim #luca 2021 #luberto

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inbabylontheywept · 10 months

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An Honorary Troll

Breaker paused a moment, taking in the sight of the mage in front of him. The robes, the beard, the aloof expression - those were all typical.

The staff was not.

“You cast with that?” he asked, half impressed.

The mage swung the thing off his shoulders overhand and planted its blade into the dirt. It was the first truly threatening staff Breaker had ever seen. The blade on its end was almost as long as the haft itself, counterbalanced at the end by a polished lump of amber larger than a goose's egg. The damn thing looked more like a polearm than a casting aid.

Breaker waited a few moments to see if the human was going to respond to his question. He didn’t. Part of him, the proud part, was happy to finally be taken seriously. The smart part of him suspected he was going to miss the advantage of being underestimated.

Breaker unslung his massive warhammer from his shoulders, its half-slowed fall still weighty enough to be felt through the mages thick work boots, loud enough to be felt in both of their chests.

Then he blitzed the length of the bridge.

The mage’s eyes widened, his wizened hands beginning to twitch out a ward. Breaker knew there wasn’t time. The gap was too short. He was already beginning his overhead swing of the hammer, half falling, the full power of his speed, strength, and weight poured into one crushing blow. He knew that the secret to hitting a mage was giving them everything you had, as hard as possible, as fast as possible, as close as possible. The more time they had to think and react, the more dangerous they’d become, and the more time he had needed to chase and smash, the more tired he’d get. Thank the Gods this was gonna work. Extended fights were-

The wizard grinned.

A spell went off. Not a ward. Simpler. A small jet of flame shot out of the amber orb, rotating the blade to vertical in a fraction of a second. The wizard half relaxed as he planted the staff in the gravel, looking forward like a huntsman versus a charging boar.

Breaker knew he couldn’t slow down. He couldn’t dodge. The one mercy he could see was that the tip was aimed at his chest, not his gut. He’d rather choke on blood than rot from the inside. He closed his eyes before impact, not wanting to see the blade sink into him.

It didn’t.

He heard the crunch of gravel give way to the crunch of his nose as the mage threw a haymaker into his sidestep, staff moved helpfully to the side. He was half glad for the blow because it helped him get his center of balance back under him again. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to get a blow in with the hammer again, it needed too much time to build momentum, but he still turned to face the wizard, every instinct insisting that he couldn’t take his eyes off the little man for more than a moment.

He turned out to be right. If he’d turned his head half as fast he wouldn’t have had enough time to dodge the cudgel end of the staff, swung like a bat at the back of his skull. If he hadn’t been outmaneuvered at every step of this fight, he’d have assumed that swinging from the direction his bad eye was on was just luck. The fact that he knew it was intentional implied that his opponent had a level of martial expertise that even most knights lacked.

With no space to use the hammer, he used the next best weapon in his arsenal: His body. His leg snapped out hard, his massive height letting him connect the blow easily with the old man’s chest. He felt something give, and watched with some small satisfaction as the human went bouncing down the bridge’s center path

Well, he didn’t need an invitation.

He couldn’t move quite as the fast as he’d launched the mage away, but it was a close thing. The pause gave him time to get the momentum he needed to swing the hammer. He felt like an ox behind a cart, the weight behind building into something unblockable, undodgeable, un-

Unbelievable.

The little man ended his tumble on all fours, splayed like a tree frog. The hammer was already bearing down on him, too late in the swing for Breaker to change course, even as he watched the final twitch that signaled a ward was cast. The hammer slammed into the mages hunched back harmlessly, the force of the blow charging the ward like a magical battery. The maniacal grin the little man had worn ever since that first blitz widened half a step further, silver molars on full display, and then-

He flew. Rather than directing the force into some sort of attack, rather than buying himself time and space, the two classical friends of all mages, the little bastard directed all of his stored up energy downwards. The blast launched him up, bringing him from all fours at shin height to eye level in a fraction of a second. He probably would’ve headed up another six or seven feet if he hadn’t grabbed ahold of Breaker’s left horn. His upward momentum swung him full circle around it, his journey ending abruptly as he drove the armored soles of both of his decidedly un-wizardly boots into the back of Breaker’s skull.

If Breaker had been an ogre, or a nightkin, or even a giant, he’d have been out cold. But Breaker was a full-blooded troll, and the horns on his head weren’t just for ornamentation. If he charged a brick wall there was a coin flips chance he’d be the winner. The boots never stood a chance.

The wizard managed to get two more vicious, if slightly panicked kicks in before Breaker’s fists managed to catch up. They grabbed him by the collar of his coarse green robe and yanked him forward, over his shoulder. The old man looked slightly sheepish, dangling from the inhumanely large hands of his opponent.

Breaker cut to the chase.

“You could’ve killed me on the first charge.”

The mage nodded. There wasn’t a whole lot else he could do. His robes were caught so tightly in the troll’s grasp that they acted like a straitjacket.

“Why didn’t you?”

The wizard went for earnestness. He’d been told it was his saving grace.

“You did not deserve death. This is your bridge. I just could not afford the toll.”

The robe tightened further as the troll’s fist clenched.

“Do you wish that you killed me when you had the chance?”

The wizard snorted.

“Murder you, for the price of a goat? No. If I could make a wish, I’d wish I could swim.”

The troll let go with one fist, its thumb trailing back to its mouth. A large, sharp tooth clamped down on the meaty pad of the digit, drawing a thick bead of green blood. The wizard’s confusion blossomed into disgust as the ichor was smeared from his forehead to his chin.

“The fuck-”

His curse was interrupted by the troll.

“I have decided to make you kin. And my first gift to you, great kin, is to grant you your wish.”

The second fist, the one still gripping the front of the wizard’s robes, flung itself forward. The wizard barely had a moment to curse before plummeting into the water below.

Several seconds passed.

Breaker waited.

The wizard arose, sputtering, from the depths. He turned, trembling from the cold, the rage, and the sheer disbelief of what he was experiencing.

“It’s four feet deep.”

Breaker nodded.

“Yes.”

It was almost heartwarming, the way the wizard laughed as he began wading his way towards the far shore. Breaker’s hands gingerly roamed over the goose eggs growing from the back of his head, larger than his own horns had been when he’d passed the trials of manhood.

If nobody gave you headaches like kin, that little man was troll enough for a small army.

#humanity fuck yeah #muscle mage #i cast fist #if you can't beat them adopt them #troll bridge #wizard fight #hfy #sink or swim #fantasy #lighthearted #punchline ending

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lebuc · 7 months

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sink or swim

* is struggle the standard, serenity a myth?

& must it always be this way or could another path unwind?

amid cultural tides a-shiftin’, social seas storm-tossed, info waves real & artificial crashing onto our mind shores;

costs & fees lurking round every corner of the consuming machine disguised in corporate garb,

fancy non-profit wolves in sheep's clothes shaping the political weather ruling from the cradle to the grave openly self & donor serving …not us.

so the question ever remains, as we wait for an answer - for now, at least: sink or swim? * 9/23 - lebuc - sink or swim

#poetry #poets on tumblr #creative writing #free verse #spilled ink #twc #writerscreed #poetryriot #alt lit #lit #sink or swim

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havenroyals · 3 months

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The last Sink or Swim update

@citylighten

#sink or swim #citylighten

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breelynnxoxoxo · 4 months

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MY EYES ARE ON YOU! 😍😍😍

#sink or swim #black bikini #dazzling brunette #dazzling girl #bathing beauty #sexy soak #love the water #have my eyes on you #eyes catching #attractive eyes

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365filmsbyauroranocte · 21 days

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Sink or Swim (Su Friedrich, 1990)

#Sink or Swim #Su Friedrich #1990 #quote #swimming #sea #water #black and white #sky

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citylighten · 2 months

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BEGINNING // PREVIOUS // NEXT

@cartelheir @wannabecatwriter @dresdendarlin @crsentfairy @santanasimsx @thewalkingplumbob @weirdosalike @nightlifeseries @ellemant @99simproblems @sharpiegirl @lushnightjelly @reverieinsimlish @javitrulovesims @eslanes @waitingforspoons @miss-may-i @rainymoodlet @quesims @keesimziaa @lynzishell @nilonne @percosim @havenroyals @digital-deluxe @swiftviolets @stevihj @sheplayswithlifee @joannebernice @ardeney-sims @straightouttasimulation

#sink or swim #ts4 story #ts4 storytelling

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archiminibricks · 10 months

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Sombrerito !!!

#brickcentral #lego #lego photography #afol #legomania #legophotography #minifigs #minifigures #legography #toyphotography #sink or swim #sombrero #mexicali #mexico

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wolfie180g · 1 month

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It's the Final Chapter!

5 Years in the making (ignoring that two year hiatus where my job sucked so bad... ugh. )

I am very happy with how it turned out. I hope I resolved all the major plot points that came up. I did have to edit this chapter down quite a bit to fit the goal I gave myself of 200,000 words exactly.

I also wanted to finish it before Easter and I got one day left to go! So when I'm not busy tomorrow I will be going over it one last time before uploading to fanfiction.net.

Thanks to everyone who read, kudos, liked and followed along with this story. I hope to finish both of the other WIP's soon.

Thank you and goodbye:)

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thebest-medicine · 1 month

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Day 30: Caught

Tickletober 2023 - RELIC by Maz Maddox - (takes place post King & Queen) - lee!Baja

[see my other tickletober 2023 fics]

[read on AO3]

A/N: Shout out to this series for being fucking adorable. [see my other fic for it]

Words: 1.1k

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“Fuck off, Dalton!”

“Come onnnnnn~”

“Try anything—” Baja glares his brother down, that apex predator authority in his eye. “—and I will use you as a toothpick.”

“You’re just mad you’re ticklish.”

“Shut the fuck up, would you?” Baja growled.

“Oooooohhhhh.” Dalton grinned, his face suddenly full of knowing.

Baja was familiar with that look. “No.”

“He doesn’t know?!”

“No. And you are not going to—”

Dalton’s eyes were sparkling. They flicked to the door behind his brother.

Baja clocked it right away. “Don’t you FUCKING dare—DALTON!”

Footfalls thundered through the ranch as Dalton tore outside as fast as he could. Simon, cup of coffee in hand, paused just in time to miss being ran over by a pink blur and—just a few steps behind, a darker blur radiating annoyance. They flew past him, tearing through the doorway. A couch and coffee table made a meager defense from Baja, separating him and Dalton so both could catch their breath. They both twitched this way and that, testing the other to see if the other would bolt.

“Jeez, you guys are gonna tear this place apart..” Blaze winced, eyeing them and slowly backing up into the hallway he’d emerged from. He backed straight into Royal, who smiled down at him.

“Something wrong with breakfast in the living room?” He asked thoughtfully.

“No, it’s—”

“Jackson doesn’t know that Baja’s ticklish!!!!!!!!!” Dalton bellowed. “He’s gonna kill me but I have to tell him!”

“Shut your fucking mouth!” Baja hissed, growing impatient and stepping over the coffee table to launch himself over the couch at his brother.

“Oh shit.” Royal grinned.

Before Blaze knew it, he was holding Royal’s plate, and his boyfriend, who had a long history as Dalton’s partner in crime, was tearing past him into the living room.

“No.” Baja’s face flashed with worry. “Not you too.”

“That’s too precious! Come onnnnnnn. We have to tell him.” Royal made a grab for Baja who kicked him away and started in the direction of Dalton.

“Or show him.” Dalton smirked.

“I love the way you think.” Royal beamed.

“I hate both of you, and I’m going to kill you if you—”

As if on cue, Jackson walked into the living area, taking in the arguing shifters. “Uh, hey—”

Baja’s eyes wide, he tore off past Jackson and right out the door, leaving him confused —and almost run over by his two pursuers.

“What? Um.” Jackson chuckled, confused.

“Come on!” Royal called back at him as he raced after Baja.

Dalton added. “Got something to show ya!”

“No they don’t!” Baja yelled back. Was that…laughter edging into Baja’s voice?

Jackson blinked, thoroughly convinced, and gave curious chase to the rest of them. His long stride helped him catch up with ease, just as Dalton caught up to Baja and jumped onto his back. Baja let out a resounding growl, scrambling to get him off.

Seconds later, Royal was on him too, and he knew he was screwed.

“No, you fuckers! I’ll- I’ll kill you!” Baja argued as they wrestled him down against the ground and got ahold of his arms. Royal sat over his waist while Dalton struggled with his arms.

“Aww, it’s been way too long since we’ve done this!” Dalton smirked, wiggling his fingers.

Jackson caught up to them a few seconds later, watching with an amused curiosity. “Just what are y’all—” He paused when he saw Baja biting back a grin and tilted his head. He watched as Dalton sat on both of Baja’s arms and then started… poking and lightly grazing his fingers over the now uncovered armpits.

The last of Baja’s resolve crumpled along with his expression. Jackson could only watch with a growing smile.

Royal’s laugh rumbled in like thunder, reverberating through him as Baja’s legs kicked in protest behind him. He started to pinch lightly up and down Baja’s sides.

Baja growled, fighting the grin that slowly grew on his face. When he wasn’t making some noise of annoyed protest, he was holding his breath to keep in his laughter.

Jackson squatted down beside the brothers. “You’re ticklish?” He asked, amused.

Baja slammed his head back against the ground and cut off the laugh that almost escaped as a whine. “No.” He gritted his teeth.

Royal and Dalton shared a laugh. “I dunno… Seem pret-ty ticklish to me, Baja.” Dalton teased, poking a finger into his rib cage. Baja jolted under each touch.

“Well if you’re going to be stubborn…” Royal sighed with amusement. He reached behind him with one hand — Baja’s eyes widened as he recognized what was about to happen — and then started to squeeze at his upper thigh.

Baja’s shout dissolved into the most sweet, bubbling laughter.

“There we go!” Dalton smiled down at him. “Doesn’t that feel better?”

Baja shut his eyes, his cheeks growing a bit darker, and failed to keep in any of the laughter he had been trying to fight. It was impossible with the floodgates open. Royal was fighting dirty, going after one of his worst spots.

Jackson laughed along with them and reached out to pinch at Baja’s rib cage, resulting in an adorable flinch.

With laughter freely pouring from Baja’s lips, Royal turned his attention back where he could see, poking and scribbling and tickling at the shaking middle in front of him. He and Dalton tickled with a familiarity, it seemed, of all the spots that made Baja jump and snort and twitch and yell. They even seemed to find a few that, if pushed a little further, might even make him beg.

“Easy, don’t kill him now..” Jackson reminded them. He reached out to brush a few stray hairs out of Baja’s face as the boys slowed their tickly attack. “I have to say, though, this is some of the best news I’ve heard all summer —maybe in my life.”

Baja groaned, catching his breath as his brothers gave him a pat on the cheek and got up off of him.

“You’re both… fucking dead… I hope you know.” Baja scolded when he had the ability to look at them without grinning like an idiot. Royal and Dalton held up their hands, backing up toward the house before turning and running. “And you.” He pointed at Jackson.

“What?” Jackson scoffed, laughing.

Baja had a familiar annoyed anger in his eyes. He let out a frustrated growl. “You… weren’t supposed to see that.” He sighed, sitting up and running a hand over his face. “Don’t even fucking think about—”

Jackson cut him off with a laugh. “Oh, Darlin’, you know I’m never lettin’ this go.”

Baja rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Until I find out where you’re ticklish.”

Jackson smiled, reaching out a hand to help him up. “Looking forward to seeing you try.”

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oldgamemags · 4 months

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CVG #175, June '96 - Review of 'Sink Or Swim' on the Super Nintendo.

#Sink Or Swim #Super Nintendo #CVG 175 #June '96

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nyamadermont · 10 months

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You Cover Me With Water

@flashfictionfridayofficial

#FFF 206 Sink or Swim

Avatar: Legend of Korra

612 words

CW: Implied sexual content

[Image ID: A dark blue rectangle with a watery texture. The text #FFF 206 Sink or Swim" is centered, in white. /End ID]

A gift for @slowdissolve ahead of a busy day tomorrow.

Story below the cut.

Lin was running along behind Tenzin and Kya and Bumi when the earth lifted her straight up. She teetered, but kept her balance, just like Toph had taught her.

She frowned. Toph hadn’t said anything. She was just following the others. She started to climb down the rock when she realized just how high she was.

Back on the ground, Lin turned to her mother. “I wanna go with them!” When she stomped her foot, her whole body felt funny.

“I know Kya is a water bender, but Bumi won’t keep track of you and Tenzin at the same time. I can’t follow you when you’re in the water, so you have to stay on the ground.”

Lin crossed her arms like Toph and Katara did.

“I don’t need you.”

Her mother’s face changed a little, and Lin felt something strange.

“You need me more than you think, Rock Lobster. Where is the ground? Under the water. You can’t breathe water. Don’t get in the water.”

An hour later, Lin cried herself to sleep in her mother’s lap with Katara soothing her older son. As she drifted to sleep, she heard Bumi’s voice saying, “She’s so much heavier than Tenzin, I couldn’t keep her from sinking…”

***

“Hey Badgermole!”

Lin scowled at her schoolwork and looked for something she could hurl at the infuriating Tenzin.

“I told you not to call me that, Moon Peach.”

Tenzin skidded to a halt, his face already bright red.

When he didn’t say anything in response, she rolled her eye and slammed her pen down. “Come on, Tenzin. Out with it. I have work to do.”

“Pumice.”

Lin blinked. “Is a rock. Do you even know what a point is if it’s not on your head?”

Tenzin dug in a pocket of his robes and pulled out a small, pale, rough rock. He blew against it gently. It rolled along his hand and when it got to his fingertips, he flipped it up. He grabbed her water glass from her work table, and used it to catch the rock as it fell.

“Hey! I was drinking that!”

He shrugged. “I’m sure you can pull all the impurities out. I watched your mom train you on it enough.”

He stopped long enough to bring the glass in front of her and wait for her to look at it.

Her irritation was growing. She had three papers to write, Toph wanted her bills paid, and she still had to pick Su up from dance class.

“Point, Tenzin. No time, no patience.”

“It floats. Some kinds of rocks float. Even if they’re all rough and sharp to hold.”

He raised an eyebrow at her, and she frowned.

“So what. It floats. It doesn’t write my papers or do my chores. Why are we talking about pumice?”

“You can float, Lin. Rocks don’t only sink.”

She blinked again, trying to collect her thoughts.

But just as she opened her mouth to say… something, the rock released a little bubble of air, spun over, and settled to the bottom of the glass.

She didn’t even look at him.

***

The water in the pool lapped over the edge, spilling over the rocks. With a final groan, they stilled.

Kya pressed her forehead against Lin’s, pressing down with her whole body.

Lin’s breath shook, and slowly evened. Her arms lay weakly at her sides, her fingers caressing Kya’s legs.

Kya kissed Lin’s face gently, savoring the soft feel of her.

Lin inhaled, and brought her hands up to Kya’s face.

“You cover me with water." She kissed her, pulling her closer.

"I should sink, but now I finally know how it feels to swim.”

#flash fiction friday #fff206 #sink or swim #kyalin #lin beifong #kya ii #toph beifong #lin and toph #tlok tenzin #nyama's short fics

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