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I will never stop screaming about the untapped potential of Shouto and Fuyumi's relationship
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Horikoshi, repeatedly: People are shaped from the environments that they are born in. They are complex and not two dimensional. Some hard times affect others more, and they can lash out in harmful ways. That doesn't mean they're bad people, and that doesn't mean they can't change. Their actions may be reprehensible or unforgivable, but they are still human.
This fandom, time and time again: That can't stop me because I can't read.
#like all of the LOV#the Todoroki family and how they all have their own ways of interacting with the trauma passed down to them#Bakugou's family life and the expectations and bullying from society#Midoriya facing discrimination for being quirkless- from his MOTHER AND TEACHERS NO LESS#Iida trying to kill Stain#Stain's ideology having roots in actuality but still being flawed because of his methodology#you don't HAVE to agree with all of them#but you are expected to SYMPATHIZE with their issues and UNDERSTAND who they are and why they got to that point#you can't condemn Endeavour for his abuse while showboating Dabi's unhealthy reaction to it#they were BOTH a product of their enviornment and they BOTH have seriously hurt people with their actions#you can't support Dabi murdering innocent people and then get mad at Bakugou for being a bully in middle school#you can't support early Shouto for being a dick to the class and condemn Bakugou for doing the same thing#they both grew up in harsh enviornments with difficult expectations. heavy pressue. and a warped view of the world#it's not about who had it better or worse#a cookie is burnt if it's just the bottom or the entire thing is charred#you can get salmanella from chicken that's raw all the way through or from just one piece not being cooked well enough#y'all need to stop supporting character flaws but only in the direction you like#you can't say that Mic supported Uraraka's excellence while saying he was also right to condemn Bakugou#no fucking duh Uraraka's potential ONLY came out because BAKUGOU brought it out (unlike Todoroki freezing Sero whole)#you can't say that Mic's human tics and that his underlying issues are good while saying that Aizawa pushing his trauma aside is bad#bruh they are doing the same fucking thing#I love All Might as a character but I can't support him as a mentor because of the devestating effect he has had on Midoriya#the amount of sheer hypocrisy in this fandom is astounding#that shit goes from sentence to sentence- y'all will literally put contradictory statements right beside of each other and not bat an eye#also stop comparing Bakugou to Endeavour- they have similar arcs of understanding but one of them is a literal child#it's really rude to the Todoroki family to say that their abuser and tormentor is just as bad as a middle school bully :/#Endeavor growing and changing as a person is one thing you can chose to indulge or support- you can like or hate him#but his arc is specifically ABOUT being shaped by hid environment and how that can affect others (his kids)#not to mention how they all have different ways of responding to the treatment and different feelings about his future#you can't read that shit and keep trying to say 'no there IS a right answer' because there's not.
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ltwilliammowett · 2 years
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HMS Endeavour, by Robin Brooks (1943-)
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Sailing World: Aboard the J-Class Endeavour
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pyrriax · 7 months
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Ok so I just read the latest chapter of wtds. and I just have to say, Haunt you FUCKING OUTDID YOURSELF!!!! omfg it is literally one of the best things I've ever read, I cried and they were semi happy tears!! AND OMFG PANDORA IS SO FUCKED UP I LOVE HIM. that demon has demons and I'm FUCKING living for it.
in short Haunt, thank you for existing and making that amazing work of art. /genuine
IM ACTUALLY GONNA SOB DANE . I WILL CRY!!
i promised good things happening soon and i meant it!!! :D he is SO fucked up and we're getting to the point where things start unraveling and IM SO EXCITED for the next chapter its gonna be FLUFF (with angst at the start but then its FLUFF!)
ALSO a small thing i changed because i NOTICED a thing is that i adjusted "is he the animal, or the hunter?" to "is he the hunter, or the hunted?" :3
and im so glad to hear you enjoyed the chapter!! <3
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dnickels · 10 months
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And he dragged himself along, saying: "Water! Water!" And his mouth was open, as though he were drinking. And my mouth was open too, as though I were drinking. For we not only saw the water, but WE HEARD IT! ... We heard it flow, we heard it ripple! ... Do you understand that word "ripple?" ... IT IS A SOUND WHICH YOU HEAR WITH YOUR TONGUE! ... You put your tongue out of your mouth to listen to it better!
The Phantom of the Opera, Gaston Leroux
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bibelots · 4 months
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thinking about the characters of endeavour and their hobbies
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ancientorigins · 2 years
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There’s a lot of buzz about a shipwreck being consumed by shipworms off Rhode Island, but we still don’t know if it’s Captain Cook’s super famous Endeavour or just another old shipwreck.
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literalite · 1 year
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Just when I thought I had my the old guard obsession under control(ish) I see your post on simblr of all places?? and feel inspired to keep writing my own fanfic?? did not expect this today but thank you 🌑🌡💋1️⃣0️⃣0️⃣0️⃣
HONESTLY you're so fucking real for this
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vox-anglosphere · 2 years
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A replica of Captain Cook's HMS Endeavour docks in Sydney harbour
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randomfandoms153 · 1 year
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helping your mom around the house means baking a chocolate cake for the first time because your sister wants one and your mom doesn't feel like making one
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hedgehog-moss · 9 months
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I didn’t realise this until adulthood but handmade birthday piñatas are the apex of parental devotion. I spent the week cooking for my ravenous teenage cousins and felt a bit crestfallen at times that I was spending so long making something that was going to disappear within minutes—but with piñatas it’s so much worse, they exist to be savagely maimed. Year after year my father asked his kids what shape they wanted this year’s piñatas to be and he spent weeks painstakingly making them in the basement after work, only to watch a bunch of oversugared bat-wielding kids gleefully destroy them in less than 10 minutes. 
I mentioned this to him and he said he remembered researching tarantula anatomy for the giant spider piñata I asked for when I was 4, trying to make the fangs the right shape and to cut the crepe paper into very thin ribbons so the thing would look appropriately fuzzy, and I was like “and I don’t even remember it because I was four!! spending so long building a beautiful object only so your kids will have fun destroying it, knowing they won’t even remember it, is such a selfless endeavour” and he said “my other motivation was that you said you wanted the spider to look real & scary so the kids at your birthday party would be terrified of it and you’d get to scoop up all the candy and I wanted to support your slyness & ambition”
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trucenz · 7 months
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CAPE BEDFORD TO FLINDERS ISLAND
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iobartach · 8 months
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HI NIX i want you to know that your miguel and your gabi are SO incredibly well written and it's such a pleasure to read your threads with others!! i can just feel the absolute love and passion for your muses in your writing and i love that energy VERY much ❤️❤️
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tgyh MAE i'm floored heree!!! especially bc you and your hobie is just so? chefkiss excellent??? like YOO TYYY AHHH ! i still .. don't know.. about whether my stuff is well written... ahah ^^' but i am humbled to hear this, ty for the love!!! and i'm sending it STRAIGHT BACK AT YA!!!
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benchmarkseafood · 8 months
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puranami · 5 months
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✿ Omelette ✿
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A/N: A little fic based on one of the prompts I have~
Summary: Sanji finds you cooking an omelette in your underwear at an ungodly hour.
Content: Warning - my really bad attempt at writing anything outside of lil paragraph points (blz help, I have no idea what I'm doing)
Despite the scenario - it's all SFW and fluffy like dem eggs! A light dusting of pining, G/N reader. ✿
(Part 2) - (Part 3)
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You had tried to sleep and ignore the rumbling in your stomach, but the harder you tried, the more you felt it, and you had finally reached your limit. If you were to be at all functional tomorrow, you needed to eat something. Only then could you try to sleep again.
Exhausted, you drag yourself from the safety and warmth of your blankets, slowly ambling towards the ship's kitchen, single-minded in your endeavour. All that mattered was appeasing your stomach, leaving you completely unaware of the sudden cold that embraced you once you had left the confines of your quarters.
Flicking on the kitchen light, you quickly gathered everything you needed, deciding that the best thing to make would be an omelette. It's an easy dish, filling, and doesn't take long to make. In other words; it was perfect!
You make quick work of prepping the eggs, seasoning to taste, even considering throwing a little cheese in there before deciding against it. It's not like you believed the myth of cheese giving people nightmares if eaten before bed, but you were so desperate to be able to sleep afterwards that you didn't want to risk it. Stranger things have happened on this ship.
The pan hisses as you pour in the eggs, sounding much louder in the empty kitchen, only amplified by the late hour.
"Don't you sass me," you grumble, "The middle of the night is a perfectly acceptable time for an omelette!"
Unbeknownst to you, you weren't the only one awake on the ship, and your late night excursion had attracted attention, clearly not having noticed any of the noise you were making.
"I thought Luffy had snuck in on a midnight raid with all the clattering," a groggy voice behind you laughs, but you are too tired and focused on cooking to even register that you had been joined by anyone. Sanji leans against the table opposite the kitchen island, fidgeting with the hem of his nightshirt, waiting for an answer that never came.
Surely you heard him, right?
"Is everything alright, darling?"
Nothing.
Terms of endearment usually prompted some kind of response, be it a dismissive laugh or an equally fond term of your own, clearly thinking they meant nothing in particular. He'd accepted pretty quickly that they wouldn't be the way to win you over, but it certainly didn't stop him using them, at least on you. The same couldn't be said about everyone else, as he was no longer vying for the affection of anyone but yourself. Sanji wondered if you'd ever noticed that.
A clumsy flip of the omelette brought him back into the moment, honestly surprised that you hadn't dropped it on the floor.
He moved his way to your side of the kitchen, round the central island toward the stovetop.
"Why are you cooking at this hhhh-" he wheezed at the end, only now seeing that you weren't in the pyjama bottoms he'd assumed you'd be wearing, but in your underwear.
He clasped one of his hands over his mouth, the other grabbing the island for support as he felt his legs begin to fail him. Keeping his eyes fixed firmly on the floor, he blurts out, "W-WHERE ARE YOUR PANTS?" as his face went fully crimson.
That finally gets your attention, but you are slow on the uptake, mind completely glazing over the fact that you had at some point gained an observer. Finally, furrowing your brows a little, you murmured a soft "What?" You knew a question was asked, but nothing else beyond that.
"Your pants, darling!" he gestures wildly, continuing to look down, knowing if that he caught sight of your bare legs again, he would lose his mind.
You stand there, pan hovering in the air away from the stove in one hand, a plate in the other, looking absolutely lost; you had completed your mission of acquiring omelette, and so your brain had decided it was no longer needed. Looking down, you see your legs and feet, wiggling your toes a little, then you look back up at the mess of a man in front of you, things finally starting to fall into place in your overtired mind.
"Oh, Sanji, what are you doing here," you ask, sweet as anything, completely ignorant to the battle he was waging internally. Once you plate your omelette, you place it on the island before putting the pan back on the stove to cool and grabbing a fork to tuck in, oblivious to Sanji frantically unbuttoning his night shirt beside you. He refuses to look directly at you until he has covered you with it, cheeks noticeably burning with how flustered he is.
"Darling, you can't do that to me," he says, almost breathless, "I am a weak, weak man; I can't handle seeing you so bare!" He manipulates your arms into the sleeves of his nightshirt, ignoring your protests when he briefly pulls the fork out of your hand in the process, before buttoning you up, doing his best to preserve your dignity.
As you feel the warm sustenance finally begin to settle in your empty stomach, you feel your brain booting back up, at least a little bit.
"Ah, shit I forgot to put on pants..." You giggle, wondering why everything was always funnier when you were tired. Taking another bite of food, you look down at your legs once again, starting to fully comprehend the situation you found yourself in. "I guess I was just too hungry." He can't help but sigh at how nonchalant you are.
Looking back up, your brain once again decides to abandon you, not from how tired you are this time, but from your eyes being met with his bare chest and abs, causing your own face to turn a charming shade of red. Sanji was always so neatly dressed, so he most you ever saw was his forearms when he rolled up his sleeves to work. It made sense that he was in good shape given his fighting ability, but it never really hit you until you saw his body tonight. There wasn't really any way to get accustomed to it, not like there was with someone like Zoro, who had his shirt off at least half the times you saw him, flashing his man tits whenever and wherever he damn well pleased.
Sanji's eyes never left you during this quiet minute, one that felt like hours, and he couldn't help but feel a hint of pride when he watched your eyes dance over his shirtless body, clearly flustered, bringing a confident smile to his face.
"Everything alright down there, sweetheart," he laughed softly.
You were clearly lost in your thoughts, it finally clicking why he was shirtless; he'd put his shirt on you. You brought a long sleeve up to your face as you dragged your eyes away, looking awkwardly to the side to your recently emptied plate. The shirt smelt like him, only without the lingering scent of cigarette smoke. It was sweet and musky. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, but you felt a wave of feelings crash into you. Feelings you knew were there but had simply brushed aside, assuming they were just a result of his natural charm more than anything. But, you couldn't so easily disregard them now.
Sanji followed your gaze. "Ah, don't you worry about that, my dear," he says, grabbing the plate and bringing it to the sink, leaving you standing in a bit of a daze. "I'll take care of things here, so you go and get yourself back to bed, alright?"
"Oh, no!" You couldn't help how loud that ended up being, surprising the both of you. "You shouldn't have to clean up my mess," you say with a more regulated volume. If there's one way to get you back in the present, it's offering to do something you feel solely responsible for.
"In all fairness, darling, you shouldn't have been cooking in my kitchen in a state of undress," his cheeks started to go pink at the recent memory. He clears his throat before continuing, "Do you know how dangerous that is?" Ah, the professional chef just can't help himself when it comes to kitchen rules.
You pout slightly as you lean back against the centre island.
"Sorry, Sanji. I wasn't really with it. Too tired, too hungry..."
He makes quick work of the dirty items you had used, all while prattling on about safety and other things you probably should have listened to. Drying his hands, he makes his way back to you. It is evident you hadn't really been paying attention.
"At least promise me this," you look up at his warm, smiling face, "if you ever find yourself in this predicament again, please come and get me."
He brushes back some loose strands of hair, tucking them neatly behind your ear.
"You know that I'm always happy to cook for you, right? Whatever you want, whenever you want it."
Returning a gentle smile of your own, you nod.
"I promise."
With that, Sanji leads you out of the kitchen, plunging it back into darkness as he flicks the light off.
You reach his quarters first since he's closest to the kitchen. He pauses outside his door, hesitating for a moment. There are so many things he wanted to say to you, yet he couldn't bring himself to utter a single word.
Oblivious, you carry on toward your own room, turning back to him to wish him a good night, nearly falling over your own feet in the process, to which he smiles, letting out a soft chuckle.
"Bonne nuit, ma chère."
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Guys, gals, and non-binary pals; I tried my best! This is my very first full fic ever, so if the grammar, wording, presentation, literally anything is bad; it's bc I am completely winging it! ∠( ᐛ 」∠)_
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