#rumrunner

[keiraonfilm]

Keira Knightley as Elizabeth Swann in The Pirates of The Caribbean trilogy. (2003-2007)

#keira knightley #film #pirates of the caribbean #potc #potc 2 #potc 3 #potc fandom #rumrunner #captain of the empress #pirate king #keiraknightleyedit #kknightleyedit #britishladiesdaily #british actress #periodfilm #period costume #sparraberh #elizabeth swann

[prohibitionpirates]

USCGC-8031, a converted former rum-running boat, one of many taken into Coast Guard service.

#uscgc-8031 #rumrunner #rum runner #speedboat #motorboat #smuggler #cigarette boat #rum row #contact boat #uscg #coast guard #1920s #1930s #bootlegger

[mr-vampier]

#sushinight #sushi #cocktails #rumrunner

[geodelart]

“Rum-Runner “ painted in oil on canvas of scene in Newport, Rhode Island, prints available, contact me. #rumrunner #newportart #newportartprints #summerprints #geodelart #smartartistapp #rioils #riprints #summerprintgifts #homedecor #homedecoration #contemporaryart #americanart #americanartcollector (at Rehoboth, Massachusetts) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cfr7pkMvCqs/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#rumrunner #newportart #newportartprints #summerprints #geodelart #smartartistapp #rioils #riprints #summerprintgifts #homedecor #homedecoration #contemporaryart #americanart #americanartcollector

[martineonthescene]

𝚛𝚞𝚖 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗☀️🏝🍹🐚🌊👑💋 🏝 ☀️ 🏝 #memorialday #thejetty #rumrunner #beach #beachlife #lafamilia #familyovereverything #ganggang #explore #photodump (at The Jetty, Fort Pierce Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/CeQ2E-gLL34/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#memorialday #thejetty #rumrunner #beach #beachlife #lafamilia #familyovereverything #ganggang #explore #photodump

[ladybugkisses]

How is Ari and Rocky's relationship after he got the head damage/scar?

on one hand, she sees the horrors he's subjected to and a lot finally adds up, so they become closer in that regard

on the other hand, he doubles down on distancing himself from her once he's out the door

so... ..kinda strained?? ?

#not that she hasn't seen him with scratches and bruises before but.. ...y'know. this ain't just that + the confirmation he's a rumrunner oof #anyway IT'S FINE it doesn't last long- they get together shortly after lmao #also i still wanna draw stuff related to this #I'LL GET THERE SOMEDAY #asks #thisiswasabis #hc tag

[lindwur-fr]

Subclans that I have in my head but just haven't made yet because I need like three lair expansions first:

-A subclan of Beastclan and Dragons that do horse races. The Beastclans are the Jockeys and the Dragons are the mounts. The dragons don't mind this because they're paid really handsomely. There's a whole bunch of different types of races (Based on size, flight ability, average speed, fighting allowed/disallowed, etc). They race all around Sornieth and the dragons have really hilarious racing names that are agreed upon with their Beastclan partner. (Taking from the PEI racer's names I witnessed recently, things like "Somewhere Fancy", "Proven Lover", "The Rev", "My Man Charley", and "Roll Withitharry"). Horse Girl drama, but it's with dragons and Beastclan! Saucy!

-The Subclan lead by a personal dragon called Ram-O-Tan. He's named after the family ship! (We had a family ship back in the day when my family was bringing bread back and forth to PEI from the mainland). A bunch of mysterious sea-going dragons that take from various ocean-related mythos and a lil mix of family history. I have two right now- Navigator and Ram-O-Tan himself! But I have many stories from my family ranging from rumrunning during prohibition to more benign things like shipping food to an otherwise-isolated PEI in the winter before the bridge was finished

#Flight Rising #fr #Real talk I always found our “Rumrunning during prohibition” thing FASCINATING #Apparently our family tree branched out a lot there because. Y'know. Y'knoooooow. #So none of the extant branches of my family (Of which there are a good few) are sure which one of us is the “Legitimate” branch #and which are the bastard branch #We all get along though this is HARDLY serious drama #I mean it probably was back then #but thankfully the branches of this tree exist in happy simpatico with each other #Though we have genuinely accidentally found other families with our last name and went “Oh shit are you possibly related to this guy” #and the answer is yes and it's the fucking rumrunner #You go Grandpa #This family tree will be a Family Quaking Aspen at this rate

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

“Rum Runners Take to Air in Dash Over Border,” Toronto Star. May 1, 1930. Page 3. ---- MAD RUSH TO ‘CLEAN UP’ BEFORE NEW CLEARANCE LAW COMES INTO EFFECT ---- Liquor laden aeroplanes are clearing almost hourly from the Walkerville airport, near Windsor, to points in the United States, in a mad rush by the liquor smugglers to ‘clean up’ before the government order, prohibiting legal clearance, goes into effect, probably within a month’s time. Shipments at the docks have been brought almost to a standstill by the tightening up of the American patrol on the Detroit river, hence the ‘wet boys’ have ‘taken to the air.’ The above pictures were taken after police protection had been given the cameraman. The photographer had been warned by airport officials they would not be responsible for whatever action the rum runners took it for an attempt was made to take photographs. Pilots hiked for cover and actual loading stopped just as soon as the camera appeared. TOP shows two of the planes being loaded with a customs man standing watch. BOTTOM shows two truck loads of liquor.

#detroit #windsor #walkerville #prohibition #alcohol prohibition #rumrunners and bootleggers #rum running #bootlegging #life of the airplane #border crossings #u.s.-canada border #war on alcohol #liquor control #customs agents #detroit river #great depression in canada #history of crime and punishment

[theultimatepotcescapade]

Elizabeth Swann and Jack Sparrow after burning the rum supply on Rumrunner's Isle.

#potc #pirates of the caribbean #jack sparrow #captain jack sparrow #elizabeth swann #hms dauntless #rum always gone #why is the rum gone #rumrunners isle #rum

[rainsreverie]

i'm thinking rocky rickaby thoughts... my love he is an artist... a musician, a poet and more... a scientist, a researcher, someone who adores learning and knowledge and more... i cannot get over the fact so much of him and what he does now is something of a desperate, drowning "i want to be useful" above all else.

i love him so much... i want to romance him and cuddle him and i want him to look at me and think "not once has she made me think i wasn't exactly who she wants." or something of that sort...

"not once have i doubted my place by her side," not because i somehow rid him of that anxious quality of him but because i am so fervent in reassuring him without him needing to ask. it is how i am.

#[.rainsreveries] #[adrift.txt] #▐ ; #perhaps he doesn't think in those exact words #but it's a sentiment similar. #i say he is a scientist mainly because of the fact that so many of the books he read growing up were all #very very informative books. that encouraged his curiosity. made him the sort of guy he is today. so verbose! #he's *very* well read. sometimes i wonder if people underestimate him due to his wild demeanor #but he's genuinely‚ deeply well-read and extremely well spoken. gotta do something when you're on the road huh? <3 #ohh‚ what made me fall in love? was it his alchemical references? his poetry? his moon-motif? #his silly‚ playful‚ desperate demeanor? #desperation to be useful‚ desperation to have a place for himself? #to dispel that echoing loneliness within him? #he'd do anything for those he loves‚ even if it meant becoming a criminal. is that what you need from him? he'll *do* it #need him to hammer a nail into his nose? he'll do it. he'll be a stuntsman‚ a linecook‚ a rumrunner. anything. #and i'll do anything for him‚ too.

[jeffcross5000]

Chapter 2 of my heist caper satire Gumrunners is now available.

#serialized fiction #serialized book #serialized novel #dime novel #pulp fiction #pulp novels #heist caper #satire #crime fiction #singapore #chewing gum #gunrunners #rumrunners #smuggling

[officialindiedotcom]

There's a special kind of raw energy you can only experience when you attend a live Punk show. It's next level when it's a home town band playing in front of friends, family and fans. On tour with Doghouse Rose, Toronto's Lime Ricky brought their Sk8 Punk sound to London's Rum Runners. Their short set had the crowd jumping and dancing along with the likes of "It's Been Real", "Drink My Words" and "Hundreds of Hangovers". It was definitely a great vibe to experience live. While they have wrapped up their live shows for the year, I'll be watching their Facebook Page (Link below) to see when they tour again. See the full photo gallery on our website: OfficialIndie.Com Copyright. "Commercial and derivative usage prohibited". 2022-11-24 #alternativemusic #indie #indiepop #indierock #indiemusic #indiesinger #LimeRicky #punk #sk8punk #skate #rumrunners #london #toronto #concertphotography #musicphotographer #musicphotograhy #rockphotography #rockphoto #indiephotography #rockandroll #rockmusic #music #guitarist #punk #guitar #rock #ontour #concert https://www.instagram.com/p/ClzXJWuOddj/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#alternativemusic #indie #indiepop #indierock #indiemusic #indiesinger #limericky #punk #sk8punk #skate #rumrunners #london #toronto #concertphotography #musicphotographer #musicphotograhy #rockphotography #rockphoto #indiephotography #rockandroll #rockmusic #music #guitarist #guitar #rock #ontour #concert

[displacedmermaid]

AsemblyACT’s production of the new musical, Gatsby, written & composed by Smithfield, RI native, Jayna Barrette was SO good!!! Congrats to Jayna, Holly Picard, Shauna Brosky, Drake Lowe, Cate Hackett, Olivia Picard, Anthony Fix and the rest of the AMAZING cast & crew!!! 🎭🎭🎭🎼🎵🎶❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ #gatsby #gatsbymusical #thegreatgatsby #fscottfitzgerald #1920s #flappers #prohibition #bootleggers #rumrunners #oldsport #assemblyACT #assemblytheatre #harrisvilleri #burrillvilleri (at The Assembly Theatre) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkMVKzVPqdo/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#gatsby #gatsbymusical #thegreatgatsby #fscottfitzgerald #1920s #flappers #prohibition #bootleggers #rumrunners #oldsport #assemblyact #assemblytheatre #harrisvilleri #burrillvilleri

[irishcatman]

Thomas MacArthur an Irish immigrant who fought in the Irish Civil War when he was a young teenager. Now he works for Lackadaisy as a triggerman and a rumrunner. Quite the charmer and ladies man Thomas is someone with ambition and talent in the rum running scene.

Art done by @niagaragrape

#lackadaisy #art #lackadaisy oc #oc #lackadaisy cats #Thomas MacArthur #Triggerman

[bookishcatcafe]

A Short Hellerby Fanfiction

Mordecai leaped over the wooden crate as a string of bullets followed him. He panted as he reloaded his revolver. As he did, bullets shot against the crate, some of them going through it, and barely grazing the cat.

His eyes fully dilated at the rush of rounds soaring around him. This wasn’t his first rodeo with violence and he’d be damned if it was his last. Then, a sudden silence.

Such a quiet felt like forever. It was shrouded by the swiftness of his heartbeat, the idle wind passing around them, and the shuffling of feet and anxious hands trying to reload. A soft curse under the tongue. The enemy was impatient, ruthless, and he was not docile to their demands.

After a click of the hammer, he shot up over the crate, standing while glaring back at his assailants, before firing the shots. One by one they kneeled over into a bloody mess. Suits drenched with moist redness, stained as the brush from the colour of pomegranates.

As the last one fell, crawling towards some semblance of safety, Mordecai walked over, aiming again.

“Do not double cross us again.” He pushed a heel onto the tannish cat’s leg, the exit wound spurting from his abdomen. The cat groaned and cried out in pain. Mordecai was prepared for just the occasion. He wore his black leather gloves and leaned over the dying man, opening his waistcoat, and pulled out a letter which now was stained in a darkish hue of reddish brown.

“I’ll take this. Property of Marigold. A thief knows the number one rule is to never be spotted out as such. You failed in just this mere task. Such an inkling would make one surmise you to be a beginner. A novice pickpocket. A dandy who knows not a lick of what it means…” he steps off the man and dusts his own waistcoat,

“To be an honest worker.” He pulls the trigger.

A silence once more. The slow creaking of the ceiling fan. Or is that the mattress? Sweat drenched Mordecai, the blanket was askew—another dream. Another nightmare, more specifically, why was it that one? What depravity was this, which haunted him, dream he’d been having every other night—no precursors—just happenstance.

Then it hit him: the smell. Flapjacks. A usual. Tradition! And coffee? More tradition!

His blurred vision became apparent, especially after rubbing one’s eyes, a yawn, the stuttered breath: the morning routine as it were.

A scratch of the chest, more specifically the white tank top, which now was drenched.

His glasses lay on the side table. He put them on.

In clarity, he saw him: his dear, adorned in a flour covered apron.

Roarke.

Rocky, the living personification of poetics. The vagrant Grecian urn turned prohibitionite—a rumrunner. The magnitude of his chaotic personality was tenfold during every mission he dealt out from Miss M. It diminished on the daily, he hid it well, yet it would slip within the cracks of this aged vase.

Mordecai was no older, then again, that’s just something he’d say to himself to disregard the obvious physical evidence of time passing on. The grey hairs started to pop a few months ago. The lines on his face became more apparent from years of stress and need for perfect symmetry, be it order in Marigold, his constant studying, the years of hiding, the possible acts of vagrancy through moments of rumrunning and murder. This in particular came with the toll of two options of response, of trauma in aftershocks or of bleak stoicism with hints of nihilistic performance.

Yet, when he saw Rocky in his dainty outfits, in such a gaily almost dandy ways of self-performance—it brought a warmth to his shivering heart.

He got out of bed, yawning once more, and stumbled toward the bathroom to freshen up.

This. This is what made Mordecai. What is Mordecai? Mordecai is an intellectual witty man, aged by moments in time, experienced, and one who does not follow by ego. He follows by heart and for the need for order—and in some moments—a desire for sustaining himself.

After washing up, he walked to the kitchen. Rocky wiggled his hips slowly, singing ‘Blue Skies’ as he sauntered over to Mordecai.

“My blue skyyy…smilin at meee…” Rocky held a hand out. Mordecai chuckled and held his hand while making sure not to get covered in flour, swirling Rocky who was laughing before he continued singing. He slowly stopped as Mordecai gave him a peck on the lips. “Thank you for not waking me…and for making breakfast.”

“You were rather tired last night. Too much celebration!”

“Yes—no? Well we did have a big score—oh god did I drink?”

“Yes. You get really rambunctious when you’re drunk.”

Rocky laughed. Mordecai went over to his drawers and started pulling out clothes for today. Rocky tried to pull him into a barrage of kisses, but Mordecai gave in, a small smirk on his face as his need to truly get properly ready being delayed by affection. Not that he didn’t mind it.

“I must get ready. You knowww—haha—you know I how I am, you silly romantic affectionate boy!”

Rocky continued for a moment before stopping. He truly loved the man. They might’ve seemed like opposites, especially at first, but attraction knows no boundaries especially regarding one’s differences. Sometimes those things bring people closer—in the right circumstance.

He soon was dressed in a white undershirt, dark grey pleats, leather brown suspenders hooked to the buttons of his pants, black oxfords, and for when he would actually leave his home a black overcoat with a red tie.

Mordecai sat down and began eating.

Rocky ate with some speed, though Mordecai would give him a look, as if to tell him to slow down.

Rocky started to speak. “Well besides work…maybe we could go out for some fun?”

Mordecai sipped his coffee. “Like what?”

“A movie?”

“How about a play?”

“Play could work.”

“Hamlet?”

“Faust?”

“We can just see what’s performed today. Our guesses will do no good.”

Both of them, starting with Rocky, began snickering. The morning was just beginning, the day ahead was free for the taking, and their plans would have to come with due time. Time, which the both of them have to share in earnest collaboration, not that either would mind otherwise.

#lackadaisy #gay #hellerby #Rocky #Mordecai #fanfiction #slice of life

[bixels]

Saw another ask where you mentioned Trixie and Starlight being rumrunners, than another one where Starlight has ties to the mafia, so would Trixie be holding a front for Starlight's moonshine stash, keeping attention away with public displays of magic and the such?

@tullioks in charge of Trixie and Starlight's side of the AU, so you can direct more questions about those two to them. The short of it is Starlight runs a speakeasy front/inn for her father, where she'll extort patrons for labor or money. She and Trixie don't actually meet until after she's taken down, but Trixie's definitely had some bad run-ins with the crime world before. Proverbial hand caught in the cookie jar, if you will.

#ask me #flowerybardsblog #appreciate the creativity behind it tho #tulli and i have spitballed multiple ideas for the two of them #including a scenario where trixie gets caught in debt to starlight