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mutuals positivity meme !!    ||    always accepting

amanda is a nerd, pass it on. tell a friend. total nerd.but real talk. i adore amanda. her grasp on barbossa is spot on, it’s like the spirit of hector barbossa lives inside of her chest and i ???? she is such a good. i mean, how am i supposed to believe that hector barbossa isn’t just pretending to be someone named amanda to write himself ??? i mean ??? perfection. not to mention, amanda is such a sweetheart and she’s followed me over here from my trashcan paladin and back and i just ??? follow her, you will never regret it. plus, you get amazing historical facts on your dash now and again and just . a +++ person who puts so much love into her muse.

headcanons of our muses - accepting

x1. Yondu HATES Africa by Toto. Every time he hears it, he wants to break his dang index finger hitting the skip button on his sound system at work. But he lets it play, because it’s also his friends favorite song. (He wants to die inside every time he hears it, because it makes him think of Hector).

x2. They’ve had one too many nights where they have dared each other to shotgun their beers. Both of them are too stubborn to admit defeat, and drink too much to be able to call it quits anyways. Their alcohol tolerance game isn’t weak.

x3. There have been heated debates between them about what company makes the better cars, and they’re too damn stubborn to come to a middle ground about who’s is better, and which actually sucks. ( spoiler: Yondu is right )

  Xena knew she’d been out at   sea for some time. She was   pulled aboard a ship with plenty   of swarthy men and she rose a   brow. Finally she smirked.           ❝Thanks for pulling me aboard. Looks               like you guys are about to have one               HELL of a party.❞

Third dock. Second to last galleon on the left. As she bid her escort adieu, Priscilla boarded the great ship. How magnificent, she thought, gazing up in awe… that is until she saw its crew. The most bohemian looking group of sailors she’d ever set eyes on. With pursed lips and raised eyebrow, she was more miffed that none had even come to greet her yet than their appearance. How discourteously uncivilized! It wasn’t every day to have the treat of one of Europe’s great opera soprano onboard. (The poor dear, the thought had not yet even occurred to her that she was on the mistaken ship!)

Finally, at least two ignoramuses noticed her. Though in unconventional attire, they were British - fortunately! Before either of the pair could hardly speak a word, she handed her bags to the stout one and adjusted the fur capelet around her neck before linking her arm with the lankier one. “Good evening, gentlemen. If you could kindly take those to my quarters and direct me to your Captain - who is expecting me - so that I may personally thank him."

The two shared quizzical expressions. And she, growing impatient took out her fan and swatted it, urging them both to proceed. “Come, come, please. I don’t have all night!”

It didn’t seem they had much choice than to oblige. After a knock on the door to the Captain’s quarters, they entered - or really, she entered, with the two bumbling ones clamoring behind her, “Sorry, Sir. Captain!” the men called out, “There is a — ah, a um, Missus? Miss — here to see you?”

Rolling her eyes as she left the imbeciles, the diva in question confidently approached the Captain with a courteous smile and extended her expensively ringed, gloved hand - expecting the usual greeting any gentleman would give to so glamorous a woman as she.

"Captain Crusoe! Enchanté! I bring greetings from your comrade Captain Robinson, and I personally desire to thank you and your comrade’s extended generosity to have me aboard on such short notice."

Viking Sentence Meme || @pyrrhicha || NOT-ACCEPTING

“Little pigs?” Mathieu mused as he floated over Hector’s shoulder, an amused smirk on the specter’s face. “Is that what we call the Dark Brotherhood now? Little pigs?” It was a fitting analogy- after all the ones he had dealt with certainly squealed like pigs being lead to the slaughter. He glanced down at the scattered parchment on the desk- writings from one of the only living Speakers from his assault on the Dark Brotherhood, Arquen. Though he doubted she was alive now, if she was she be here in Falkreath, giving Astrid a run for her money in stupidity. As he read of the parchments he laughed darkly,