#it should be the crew

[smol-stardust]

Misc sailing team au dynamic brainworms

420 sailing partners with skipper who thinks they’re in charge because they have the tiller and always yells for port right of way and crew who’s done with their skipper bossing them and having to do everything.

Skipper yelling at crew for not rolling enough on the tack and crew swings the boom on purpose into skippers head on the next gybe

crew is on the trapeze wire and skipper does a mean tack, doesn’t give them warning to unhook and jokes about how sailors can die from not unhooking from the wire in time, capsizing and being wrangled to death under water by the trap

Screaming at the autobailers making the boat a pool… and why is it up to our knees?!? (Universal experience, a cut up milk container is your bestie now, I don’t make the rules)

Duct-taping the autobailers shut out of spite (as you should)

Skipper yelling about blisters from main sheet and crew yells back telling them to shut up and hike to flatten the boat before the capsize and just wear the damn gloves

Skipper who yells at crew about how they’re hips aren’t hanging off the boat so they’re hiking incorrectly (let’s be real, they just wants to stare at their crew) and whines about not wanting to capsize so flatten the damn boat.

Crew deadpans by telling them they can’t even trapeze and boat balance so handle your stupid steering stick properly.

Crew: WHY ARE YOU STEERING INTO IRONS ?! Did they not teach you sailing directly into the wind is a no?!

Crew whose role definition involved planing strategy for the regatta and stubborn skipper who won’t listen because I’m steering, I choose

Skipper saying they’re gonna tack, forgot directions, goes for a gybe instead, gets crew whacked in head by boom amidst confusion

THE duo that gets a black flag on the start line and has to forfeit the race

Skipper: WHAT IF WE DO A PORT TACK BARGE START ?!

Crew: … WHY? And cross tack the entire fleet?! (Of like 50 boats?)

Skipper: *excited eye glimmer*

Crew:…. *inhibitor side slipping and begins enabling*

Comes in last place, but hey, what’s a regatta without someone trying that?

Crew staring into the skippers soul on the start line like do not fuck up. And skipper begs them to just not sit in the crew box and face backwards because it’s scary. Crew retorts that this is proper crew posting so skipper should just shut the fuck up (skipper is kinda impressed their crew can backwards navigate left from right and not vomit, does not admit)

Dumps dirty bailer water on each other

Skying halliards and climbing the mast

Etc etc

[nothing-impt]

I guess you could say the Gods had ‘beef’ with Ody and his crew

(The Thunder Saga hurt me badly if you can’t tell)

[ruporas]

how to guide your mossball (ID in alt)

[hhhhunty]

Seastone negates devil fruit abilities.

[shima-draws]

Huh...wonder what he's thinkin about...

[tampire]

#Mood

[i-lavabean]

Cowboy Bebop x Jedi Survivor

[blakbonnet]

Ed and Stede as Calvin and Hobbes

[endivinity]

sprout goes on an adventure

[artsyhamster]

Calypso knows how to throw a party

[arsenicflame]

izzy getting adopted by them is EVERYTHING to me. fuck you youre part of our found family now, whether you like it or not. we have claimed you.

bonus: the way jim defends him here. theyre So mad:

[neunhofferart]

I threw a Jurassic World Chaos Theory watch party for some of the other storyboard artists and friends today, and celebrated the occasion by recreating a version of my old desk setup from the office (dinosaur toys, drawing reference, memes, gifts, crew drawings, etc.) with a little Ben flair.

(Also, I promise no one actually ate anything out of the boot)

[angelcake10023]

Pokémon Trainer Tang ❤️

I remembered I have free will… so I combined my two favorite things hehehe

[phantom-0-writer]

Nightwing's car guy

Dick was doing well to establish himself in Bludhaven. He had an apartment, it was shitty but it was his. He had a day job as police officer, half the people there were in the cartels Nightwing was trying to crack down on, and the other half were in the cartels Nightwing was still trying to trace. He had his suit, still bat-grade, blue instead of the red, yellow, and green Jason got to wear now.

He did't have a cave. Or maybe it should be a nest because the whole bird thing. Burrow? What was the thing owls lived in called? The point is he made due without it. He had his apartment, and he had his supplies stashed away. It wasn't as much as in the Cave, but he didn't have Cave-funding. He could make due.

He didn't have an Oracle in his ear. But that came with the added bonus of not having a Bat either. He could do his own research, find his own information. And it wasn't like he and Babs were totally cut off. It was just only a little weird, because she was technically his ex. Sure she would be in his corner, but she was still his ex. He needed to save some face. Especially since he knew that Bruce and Babs liked to... talk. He could make due.

The only thing Dick was maybe, sorta, just maybe having a little trouble was with his bike. Well it wasn't his bike, it was Nightwing's. Which was precisely the trouble. He'd found a place to stash it, but Dick had never been a car guy... or in this case a bike guy. He would chase his rouges, speeding through the streets, and sure the bike was made for the tight corners and quick turns and the high speeds, and sure it could take a hit or two. But what about three or four? Or five?

Point was Dick needed a car- a bike guy. One that was cheap (he was only a cop), and knew how to not ask questions and keep his mouth shut (again- Nightwing's bike). All that on top of knowing enough on how to fix his bike. (it wasn't exactly the type you could find in store).

But the solution seemed to find him. Which Dick was aware was not generally how it worked, but he would count his blessings. He had been out on patrol, the type that had involved his bike and high speeds. Unfortunately it did not involve the perp in handcuffs and on his way to jail. Dick had been on his tail, could've had him too, if the bike hadn't started sputtering. Dick had done as much as he could for it, but she really needed a pair of eyes that actually knew what they were looking at.

Mumbling curses to himself, Nightwing had been ready to head off to at least catch a dust trail of what operation he'd find himself in next. He could feel the eyes watching him. His hair stood in edge, and when Nightwing turned to look around he couldn't see anyone. Maybe he was being haunted. Trying to arrange his bearings, Nightwing turned back around to get on his bike. When there was suddenly a mop of choppy black hair couched down next to it.

Nightwing blinked at him. How had he managed to get there? "Uh, something you need, man?" Nightwing asked the boy, totally not freaked out.

The boy- teen, he was only a year or two younger than Dick- looked up, large blue eyes staring. As if it was odd for Nightwing to have addressed him. It took him a moment longer to realize that the bike was, in fact, Nightwing's. "You need to change your [important engine part]." He pointed lamely, standing up to his height of only a hair shorter than Dick.

"How do you know that?" Nightwing asked before he could think of the danger the unknown person might pose.

"That's why it was making that sound. It'll put too much pressure on the engine so it won't be able to go as fast it would be otherwise. Which, I take it, would cause you problems." he tipped his head in the direction the rouge had run off in.

Nightwing considered it for just a moment, not wanting the perfect opportunity to get away from him. "Do you know how to fix it?"

The guy looked almost offended, "Yeah."

"I'll pay you." Nightwing jumped at the opportunity, "If you fix it."

Any normal person would've said no to a guy dressed in bullet-proof spandex with a blue bird on his chest and a weird mask. "Sure." He shrugged easily, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes as he eyed the vehicle. After a moment, "Name's Danny, by the way. You'd probably need to know that." Danny eyes his suit, "Who are you, like, blue-jay?"

"Nightwing." He corrected easily, his name hadn't made the streets yet.

"The Robin reject?" Was Danny immediate response, eyebrow arched up in amusement.

"The what?"

Danny grimaced, the laugh never leaving his face, "Ooh, sorry. Touchy subject?"

"I am not a Robin reject." Dick couldn't tell this civilian that he was Robin. Had been.

Nightwing's bike ran better than it had since he had moved to Bludhaven after Danny had gotten his hands on it. And Danny's payment of ("i don't trust ur money, just buy me food") lunch had been a steal in return. Maybe next time they should go somewhere a little nicer.

Because the bike was doing so well, after Danny fixed it.

Not for any other reason.

[benji-doodles]

[babykittenteach]

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