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#Sailors and Ships
i'm suddenly thinking about rockstar!eddie shooting a music video on some naval ship and meeting actual sailor!steve who's all dressed up in his whites 'cause eddie's a big name star and the captain said everyone had to look their best and eddie immediately folding for the pretty guy in uniform
just: eddie wanting a couple of the guys to act in the video 'cause hopefully then they'd actually know what they're doing, and asking the capt to point out his most competent sailor. the capt immediately points out one of his low-ranking ensigns (like, brand new baby officer 'cause that's the kinda shit an officer would pull) and eddie, having been raised by wayne (who i'm hc-ing as a navy vet) knows better and is immediately like "No sir, I said your most competent, not your least. someone point me to THE second class. Where's he? I need an enlisted guy." and a higher-ranking chief that's been following the band around the ship all day bellows out a laugh and says "You're gonna want Harrington, Mr. Munson."
idk idk, it's niche but for some reason my mind went into the cold clammy depths of my time in the navy this morning and i was like 'NOPE! don't wanna dwell here, make it fun! make it about the blorbos so you dont get sad!!' lmao
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catsofyore · 9 months
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"A sailor attached to utility squadron VJ-4 plays with kittens that were discovered in an equipment room at U.S. Naval Air Station Squantum in Massachusetts, 1942." Original source is the National Archives but I found this in the book Cats in the Navy.
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beedalee · 1 year
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Kissing in the Starlight. ☔
I reposted my older makoto x ami fanart on instagram (it's beedaleeart if you'd like to follow me there. i am trying to be active!) and it reminded me of this sketch I made eons ago. so this is me making good on my promise to myself to make more Makoto x Ami art. ...as a birthday treat!!
I had this scene in my head while listening to makoto's “kissing in the starlight”. (please listen to it... i am begging... her original seiyuu is SO DREAMY in it...)
ALSO...!! I found out they did a duet song for Crystal called "Secret Midnight Talk" where they discuss their insecurities and loneliness with each other... if that's not kinda sapphic IDK what is 🥴
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starflungwaddledee · 2 months
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so about the ship thing . . . Have you heard of a little guy called Sailor Dee? They showed up in Revenge of Meta Knight as part of Meta Knight's crew, and I think a couple other times in minigames and merch. I imagine he'd be braver than the average dee since he works for MK, so maybe they'd be able to power through the ick reaction like Bandee
hmmm... i think you might be onto something!
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might be about to give bandee a run for his money, perhaps. speaking of... here's a little bonus:
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georgiacooked · 9 months
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Dracula Daily sketch for 18th July
In which we meet the crew of the Demeter, and the captain has some concerns.
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staarry-skies · 2 months
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usamamo star gazing date
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regenko · 26 days
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They're on their honeymoon ⛵️🦞🌊💕
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ltwilliammowett · 2 months
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A sailor-made scrimshaw model (this is not a POW Bone ship) of a 3-masted packet ship. mid 19th century
The model is constructed of whalebone, whale ivory, baleen and rich tropical hardwood, the keel and bottom of the ship are dark brown wood.
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mfshipbracket · 1 year
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thebaratie · 1 year
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getting used to being heard
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nottspocket · 11 months
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Mermaid AUs are so lovely to see. Are they childhood friends in yours, too?
Maybe, i imagine Katsuki has kept gifts Izuku might have brought to him. Seashells, or nice looking rocks, probably with a few fossils inside them?
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Ohoho I’m so glad you see my vision (prev here)
Ramblings in the tags
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robstarsupremacy · 4 months
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them>>>
usagi x mamoru 😍
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archangeldyke-all · 5 months
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mermaid reader and pirate/sailor sevika
sevika would be such a good pirate! she's ruthless and driven and really fucking smart, could you imagine her in one of those billowing white shirts??? i just nutted.
anyways, let's be cliche. it's so fun.
men and minors dni
you're out swimming when you come upon a shipwreck. judging by the wreckage still in flames, it had happened pretty recently. you swim closer, eager to see what kind of treasures were on board. as you approach the debris, you hear a groan. you freeze, your eyes scanning the water for a sailor as you sink into the water, just your eyes above the waves.
it's been a while since you had a sailor, and human is always a nice treat when you've been feasting on fish for a while. you bite your lip as you start slowly swimming around the various floating barrels and shrapnel.
there's a few dead men bobbing on the surface of the sea face down. you scrunch your nose in disgust as you navigate the bodies, swimming toward the moaning that's echoing over the waves. humans only taste good when they're still warm.
as the last remaining yards of the main mast sink below the surface, a loud, animalistic scream sounds out from behind you. you whip around. your eyes catch on a moving figure. as you swim closer, you're eyes adjust, and you realize that it's a human hugging onto a bobbing barrel. you grin, your sharp fangs descending from your gums as you duck beneath the surface and swim under the barrel.
two feet below the floating human, you can only see their flailing legs. you smile. human legs are so strange looking. you reach out to run one of your long, sharp nails down their pant leg, laughing when they start to panic, flailing around in the water. "what the fuck was that?!" you hear their garbled shout out above the water. you giggle, then wrap your hand around their ankle. a loud shriek rings out and they nearly kick your face with their free leg. you dodge them and swim away, slowly rising to the surface behind where they're scrambling to straddle the barrel and get their body out of the water. you chuckle.
the sailor whips around to face you, and you both simultaneously gasp.
it's a woman, you think in shock. her breasts are heaving, and the thin white shirt she's wearing is doing nothing to conceal her chest now that it's soaked. her silver eyes are wild, her black hair is plastered to her face, her brown skin is dotted with drops of water. a pretty woman.
"fuck." she whispers. you giggle again, swimming closer to her as she scrabbles at the barrel in fear. "fuck fuck fuck." she curses. you stop ten feet away from her.
"i've never seen a human woman before." you say. she freezes.
"y-you can talk?" she asks. you giggle. humans always ask that.
"what are you doing out here?" you ask. the woman blinks at you.
"are... are you gonna kill me?" she asks. you shrug and smirk.
"dunno." you say honestly. "never killed a woman before."
it's silent for a moment. then, "aren't you supposed to sing?" she asks. you burst into laughter.
"only if i was trying to lure you. but... you don't really have anywhere else to go, do you?" the woman studies you and you study her. "you're very pretty." you say. the human laughs. what a lovely sound. "what are you doing out here?" you ask her again.
"i... i was captain of this ship." she says. you blink.
"women can sail?" you ask. she scowls at you.
"'course we can." she grunts. "they just don't want us to."
you consider this, looking the woman up and down. she's shivering now, the shock and adrenaline wearing off. "doesn't look like it went very well." you say, gesturing to the floating bits of ship surrounding you. she growls.
"that's not my fuckin' fault! my navigator got scurvy!" she spits. you swim closer to her and she shuts up, gulping. you frown.
"are you scared of me?" you ask. she huffs a laugh.
"obviously." she says. you frown.
"why?"
"fuckin' look at you!" she says, gesturing her free hand at you. you look down at your body. "gills and fangs and shit! i thought mermaids were a fuckin' myth!"
you pout, sucking your fangs back up into your gums. "there. better?" you ask. the woman shrugs.
"depends."
"on?"
"are you gonna kill me?" she asks. you grin.
"dunno." you say again. she groans. "what's your name?" you ask.
"sevika." she says.
"how'd you get into sailing?"
"dad was a fisherman." she grunts.
"which flag do you sail under?" you ask. you've had horrible experiences with sailors who wave the flag with the red X on the white sheet, a few of their ships tried to hunt you for weeks. ships that fly the red X on the blue sheet carry tasty sailors, always fattened up and full of liquor. the woman before you chuckles.
"none of 'em." she says. you raise an eyebrow at her. "i... technically was not the owner of that vessel." she says, gesturing to the bottom of the sea where her ship has sunk. you grin.
"you're a pirate!?" you gasp. she shrugs.
"i guess."
"a woman pirate!?" you ask again. she chuckles at your excitement.
"yeah." she says. you swim in an excited little circle before reaching your hand out to sevika. she flinches away from it and you pout.
"come on. i'm not gonna kill you." you say, shaking your hand at her. she eyes you warily.
"right. i'm sure you say that to all the boys before you sink those freaky teeth into their throats." she says. you grin and giggle.
"well yeah, but you're not a boy." you say. she hesitates, still, and you huff, crossing your arms over your chest. "fine. i'll just leave you here to starve to death. or maybe the dehydration will get you first. you'll start drinking the saltwater to quench your thirst and that'll be it. or maybe the sun will just cook you to a crisp when it rises." you say, slowly swimming away from the pirate. panic starts creeping over her face as you speak, and when you dip beneath the water, you hear her scream.
"wait! come back!" she shouts. you giggle and pop up six inches away from her. she jumps in surprise, her grip on the barrel slipping, and she starts flailing as she begins to sink. you quickly hook one of your arms under hers, pulling her back up to the surface and holding her as she gasps and sputters for air. "thank you." she says, as she clings to you. you smile.
the woman falls asleep in your arms as you swim her to a small deserted island nearby. on the shore, with half your body still in the water, you gently tend to her wounds, cleaning them out with saltwater before dressing them with strips of her shirt. she shifts and mumbles in her sleep, but doesn't wake. you admire her for an hour or two, pressing your ear to her chest to listen to her lungs, poking at her legs and studying her toes. when the sun begins to rise, you spend an hour catching and killing fish for her, dumping the headless bodies into a pile beside her sleeping body. it occurs to you that humans drink freshwater, so you begin to swim around the perimeter of the island, looking for a river or stream where you can collect some water for your new human friend.
when you return to sevika with a sack you'd made out of leaves filled with fresh water over your shoulder, she's starting to wake up. you claw up onto the beach to lay beside her, watching her twitching eyelids blink awake.
"you're real." she grunts. you smile. "thought i imagined you." she says, sitting up. there's sand in her hair, and you reach up to brush it out.
"your hair's so soft." you say as you twirl a lock of it between your fingers. sevika looks around her, taking in the island and the supplies you'd piled by her legs. she looks back down at you.
"you brought me here?" she asks. you nod. she blinks. "and the fish?"
"figured you needed to eat." you say. you nod to the freshwater. "got you water too." you say. "the kind you can drink, i mean."
sevika laughs, slightly hysterical as she takes in the scene. you frown.
"this is like... fifty pounds of fish." she says. you blink at her.
"yeah?"
"that's way too much fish." she says. you pout.
"i thought you'd be nice. you're a woman pirate for fucks sake, you're supposed to be cool! but all you've done since we met is call me scary lookin' and insult my fish!" you say as you start to shove yourself back down the shore and into the water. "i saved your life! and i didn't eat any of the fish i got for you. i mean, except for the heads. and i brought you to land and everything! you're fuckin' heavy, you know, and i swam you all the way here! and i haven't insulted your freaky ass legs once!"
you feel better back in the water. you duck your head under and swim ten feet away from the shore, twirling in a figure eight as you refresh your dehydrated body. when you breach the water, sevika's waist deep and scrambling, her hands reaching out as she searches for you in the waves.
she spots you and her shoulders slump in relief. you back away as she starts trudging towards you.
"would you quit swimmin' away, asshole? i'm trying to get to you!" she shouts. you roll your eyes at her but stop swimming, allowing her to doggypaddle over to you.
"you should be careful. the tide'll sweep you out and then you'll be lost at sea aga--mmph!"
sevika cuts you off with a kiss.
you've never kissed anyone before. some of the girls in your pack like to play with their food before they eat-- pressing kisses to enchanted sailors before tearing their throats out-- so you've seen it before. you just never got the hype.
at least not until now. because now, sevika, the pretty woman pirate, is pressing her chapped lips against yours, her warm human hands gently cupping your jaw as she hums against your mouth. now, you feel a whirlpool in your stomach. now, you feel an altogether different kind of hunger for human flesh in your chest. you wanna taste her, so you dart your tongue out to brush against her lips. she moans against you, one of her hands wrapping around your waist, pulling you against her chest. you shudder in her arms. she's strong.
sevika pulls away with a gasp after a while, and you hold onto her shoulders to keep steady as a dizzy feeling swirls in your head.
"i'm sorry." she says. "you're right. you've been nothing but nice to me and i've been a bitch. it's just a lot. i nearly died and then got rescued by a mermaid who chose to save my life and make me breakfast instead of singing me to my final sleep." she says. your eyes are locked on her lips, your tongue licking your own as you watch them move as she speaks. "you're beautiful." she says. "like... devastatingly beautiful. i can see why so many sailors would be allured by you." she says. you smile, your eyes flicking up to hers.
"we don't really eat that many humans, you know. before you guys had boats, our diet was mainly fish." you say. sevika grins.
"so... do you wanna eat some fish with me now?" she asks, gesturing to the tiny mountain of headless fish waiting on the beach. you bite your lip.
"promise you won't kill me and sell my body to scientists or something?" you ask. sevika laughs and kisses you again.
"yeah. 's long as you keep letting me kiss you." she whispers.
those terms seem pretty agreeable to you.
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astaroth1357 · 4 months
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Don't mind me, just my mind living happily in Lesson 32 for the next some odd weeks.
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henk-heijmans · 1 month
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Sailor looking at clipper ship, 1940 - by A. Aubrey Bodine (1906 - 1970), American
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whats-in-a-sentence · 1 month
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Anne Jane Thornton, a 15-year-old girl, dressed as a cabin boy on a transatlantic voyage to find the man she loved, who had gone to America in 1832. On arrival, she found he had died so she took posts on other ships, calling herself Jim Thornton. On her return crossing to London on The Sarah, a crew member noticed that she was a woman and she was taken to the ship's captain, who kept her on as a crewman.
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"Normal Women: 900 Years of Making History" - Philippa Gregory
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