Just A Teenage Bibliophile

“I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.”

Netherfield Park in Pride and Prejudice [2005] My dear Mr. Bennet, said his lady to him one day, have you heard that Netherfield Park is let at last?

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A/N: SO the pirate jily I’ve been talking about for a loong time. Or perhaps not that long, but it feels like it.  Thank you @petalstofish for telling me to write this I love u.  And thank you @elanev91 for talking me down when I had written 3500 words and panicked. Last but not least, thank you @munarloth for reading it over and telling me what to fix.

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I hope everyone enjoys it!

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The briny smell of the seas follows travelers from the docks through the small port city of Hogsmeade, salt and sweat and freedom carried on the breeze that makes this a favored stop for those who struggle to find a taste for land.  Still, the ground always feels oddly solid beneath beat up leather boots after a months-long voyage being buoyed by waves made predictable by years of life at sea.

The Captain of the Harpy drops over the side and onto the gangplank, fighting the urge to cling to the ship’s side and refuse to leave her familiar walls, and strides down the wave-beaten docks toward the bustling market.

As far as safety goes for pirates, Hogsmeade is relatively high on the list.  A small enough little village that the already disinterested and ill-prioritized Crown can’t be bothered to do more than correspond with the mayor and his rag-tag militia made up of shopkeepers and herdsmen.  Couple that reality with the surprisingly lively trade, plenty of ale to go around, and multiple cozy inns with warm beds and warmer stew, and you’ve got an easy-going pirate’s dream.

In truth, most uncompromising pirates would prefer a brothel or coffers more ripe for the picking, but the crew of the Harpy was particularly selected for their low blood lust and high intolerance for injustice.  All in all, they were as close as you could get to ‘good’ when you technically worked outside the confines of the law.  Still, they kept to a code often flaunted by others of their ilk when it suited, and truly did attempt a life that would do Robin Hood and his Merry Men proud.

Even so, it was always a risk to make landfall, to stop pushing forward, to risk the possibility that law enforcers – however corrupt they may be – could catch up with you.  But risks are a must, and a thrill, in all honesty, in the life of a pirate and the Captain has never backed down for want of a bit of courage.

Brim low over the brow, the Captain tosses a few coins toward the harbormaster who conveniently ‘forgets’ their arrivals and departures each time with a little motivation.

A few trusted men stay behind to guard the ship, some preferring so and others with promises from shipmates to share duties and frivolities alike.  After a stern order to keep a low profile, the Captain strides off toward the usual errands — foodstuffs, supplies for repairs and upkeep, and a few morsels and small casks for private indulgences.

Once the expected spoils are purchased, the Captain heads for a favored shop and takes a deep breath before pushing the newly painted crimson door — the shade not dissimilar to the hair atop a certain pirate captain’s head — and entering with a brassy clang of the overhead bell and a renewed grip on the well worn tapestry bag.  Without looking up, the Captain plops the bag on the waxy wooden counter and slips the clasp open, only realizing the unexpected company when a man’s voice drawls, “Long time no see, Evans.”

Women of Harry Potter: Ginny Weasley

Remember that when the first E. coli outbreak from the water popped up, the city hall was given water coolers by the state, free of charge, all while denying that the water could be unsafe to drink.

Remember that, despite having a huge budget surplus and a “rainy day fund,” set aside that could easily cover the cost of relocating the residents by buying their houses/paying their debt, or could cover a large chunk of the cost of replacing the pipes, the state has decided to continue to only put in the minimal amount of effort.

Remember that flint is majority POC, majority impoverished, and is still being faced with crippling water bills from the Detroit water supply company, where they are often charged $50 a month just to use the service, on top of the cost of their water bill.

Remember that there will now be an entire generation of children who will now be damaged by lead poisoning and damage from the multitude of neurotoxins.

The State and City are most upset that people know its happening and are resisting nation-wide.

But if we lose focus they lose even the small amount of aid they’ve managed to get.

This is how they do it. It’s a siege on the public empathy. Eventually we become numb to the problem and despair. Or something bigger happens.

Here’s an illustration of the aforementioned difference in fat storage.

Men’s lattice pattern collagen threads holds subcutaneous fat in a way that, when the skin expands because of the fat storage, it expands evenly. Women’s “pockets” expand unevenly when we accumulate fat, creating that orange peel effect. Our storage pattern means we can healthily store more fat than men. Like a woman with 25% body fat is average, a man with 25% body fat is chubby. Because of that, like OP said, women are hardier in times of stress or famine. It’s also one of the reasons why our bodies can survive pregnancy, which is a massive energy demand on our system.

And there’s absolutely NO “treatment” for cellulite that will work. They are all bullshit designed to separate you from your hard-earned cash. It’s a secondary sex characteristic, it’s perfectly normal and it’s not going away no matter what you do. Like I’m very lean myself and I work out 5~6 times a week, and I still have cellulite. Someone giving a woman shit for having cellulite is akin to giving her shit for having skin. It’s just a mixture of misogyny and corporate greed.

Well one day this asshole who had been kind of tagging along with us asks her why she talks like that because it makes her sound dumb and I still remember her response word for word.

“In Russian I am so intelligent and clear. In English I am like [an] idiot”