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Luke: What would be the word for a gay cowboy
Cara: A gayboy
Bo-Katan: No that-
Din: Wait she has a point
Valen is a boy's name of Latin Origin. It's meaning is "Strong, Healthy."
I made a moodboard for Valen Isilien AKA @lxdy-starfury 's gorgeous OC whose children I want to bear because I can.
back on my bullshit
Teslen + pirate AU and gamer/nerd AU ;D Sam/Jack + fantasy AU and BDSM AU ^^
Ok, so I’m not big into the pirate thing, so… bear with me. (Also, I’m concentrating on Helen because just imagine her in a stereotypical pirate’s outfit, with all her swagger? Hello!)
Helen first became a pirate under Captain Druitt. She had been kidnapped, but through grit and determination (and knowing her way around many weapons both the captain and his first mate - James, natch - kept aboard) she turned from damsel in distress to Captain Magnus, Scourge of the Seven Seas.
Her vessel was bequeathed to her by Captain Griffin, who wished to retire to an island with his bounty and his wife, so The Ruby Dawn may sail forever more. Nigel, in his haste to scarper to his island, neglected to tell his compatriot in piracy his plan, which is why Helen awoke one night to a knife to her throat and a growl in her ear asking, “Where’s the captain of the ship, wench?” With the ease of practice (one of the only women aboard ship made for an “easy” target in the minds of lesser men, made less by her steel), she had him on the floor, knife in her hand, the stranger between her thighs, his eyes flashing dangerously. “She is here. Address me as such, insolent dog.”
A tentative truce formed between the pair, slowly leading to shared raids (they both had small, but perfectly formed, crews but they both liked pillaging the larger ships) then private meets to “discuss plans”, in any place with a sturdy enough plane (wall, floor, ladder, door).
They don’t agree on everything (it’s Nikola and Helen, when do they?) and their fights are the stuff of legend not just for their own crews, but a fair portion of other crews too. They brawl, and sword fight, and throw things (insults first but it soon devolves to actual items) but the idea of, “I can fight you, no one else can,” is in full force with them. Another captain tries to fight either and they unite quicker than magnets.
More than once, in their haste to return to their ships after a “meeting”, they wear the other’s shirt/coat/hat. Nikola won’t admit it but he likes wearing her things (and seeing her in his).
(Eeep, one more for luck.) - They never married, but everyone knew he was hers and she was his.
Ok, gonna put the cut here because the post is long and the last one is (obviously) not for underage people. You have been warned.

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I’ve been holding back from making choices today, that would seem inconsequential and tiny to most. But nothing ever feels inconsequential to me – as proven time and time again. It’s not just a feeling either, but an actuality. Everything is based on years of “data”, as it were, so it’s not just fanciful and unwarranted hesitation. It’s very draining though. I hate having to tip-toe where others blunder through without a care in the world. “This action will have consequences” ...for once could it not? Can that not just flash up for the big stuff?
You: John Oliver Me, an intellectual: Johnathan of the Olives