#decks

[sloppjockey]

some decks featuring my artwork. available now through zero skateboards <3

#painting #gouache #watercolor #art #dark art #insect art #skateboarding #zero #decks #spider #centipede #fly #scorpion

[opendirectories]

#open directories #lizard #reptiles #dj #decks #vinyl

[ongawdclub]

A a l i y a h

#aaliyah #singer #rnb #r&b #hiphop #hip hop #dj #decks #blackgirlmagic

[pundus]

"The Stars That Fight"

With the full might of the Texas-Class unleashed by the late Admiral Buenamigo, the Aledo has been joined by the Dallas and the Corpus Christi. All three armed with a battery of volumetric attack quantum cluster munitions launchers.

#fanart #star trek #3d render #blender #blender render #spaceship #starship #3d art #artwork #lower decks #lds #star trek lower decks #star trek lwd #lower #decks #texas-class #aledo #corpus christi

[cardboard-crack]

#Enchantress #Commander #EDH #Decks #Collectible Card Games #TCG #Magic: The Gathering #MTG

[upinteriors]

Ingarö by Arrhov Frick

From the beginning of the design process, the site conditions significantly informed the building's principles and formal expression. The plot itself is relatively steep and difficult to accommodate outdoor areas; therefore an integrated terrace was created to form a liveable outdoor space. The open air terrace is the same form and area as the enclosed house — two equal parts meeting each other to create a central garden.

To emphasise the continuity between outdoor and indoor, the timber structure is visible throughout. Sitting perched on the slope — the rear of the house rests close to the ground while the living room and terrace project toward the water. To avoid blasting onsite, the house stands on a grid of wooden posts. Both the post and the wood panelled facade are treated with a carbon black pigment, giving a darker tint while retaining the wood's lustre and character.

Design: Arrhov Frick Location: Ingarö, Värmdö SV, Stockholm County, Sweden Area: 160 m² Year: 2014 Photography: Mikael Olsson

#sweden #platform houses #architecture #houses #black #decks #wooden houses #swedish houses

[models-photoshoots]

Sofia Resing by Ruven Afanador for Sports Illustrated Swimsuit 2016

#Sofia Resing #sports illustrated #2016 #Ruven Afanador #decks #beach #colourful bikini

[medusa12346]

Hi guys! I need some advice.

I stopped doing tarot a little back, late 2022. I do intuitive and shufflemancy readings.This is not only because i lost interest, but also because of some issues. Today, I took out my tarot decks after a while, and i want to ask some advice.

SO basically i stopped doing tarot because my best friend and I stopped talking, and a major part of our friendship was tarot. He used to force me into doing readings a lot and then pretended that he had some sort of connection to my tarot deck and that the tarot deck hated me or something according to whatever he wanted to make me believe and basically, he was a horrible person(not only because of this) and now everytime I do tarot It reminds me of him, and it makes me want to cry cuz i genuinely hate him for the things he did. Is there any non money taking way to get rid of someone else's energy from tarot decks?

#pick a card #tarot reading #tarot #decks #tarot decks #cleansing

[whats-in-a-sentence]

On the near side was a quay of white marble and, moored to this, the ship: a tall ship with high forecastle and high poop, gilded and crimson, with a great flag at the mast-head, and many banners waving from the decks, and a row of shields, bright as silver, along the bulwarks.

"The Chronicles of Narnia: The Silver Chair" - C. S. Lewis

#book quotes #the chronicles of narnia #the silver chair #c s lewis #pauline baynes #quay #white marble #moored #ship #boat #sailing ship #forecastle #poop deck #gilded #crimson #flag #masthead #banners #decks #shields #silver #bulwarks

[mystictarotcafe]

Decks and understanding Tarot

Yesterday's card of the day was from a generic student or learner deck. Sometimes called a beginners deck. These can be useful as they have the keywords, symbols, and divination on them. Not all have imagery of the card on them to help you put everything together and understand the card a bit better.

Tarot is about intuition and not simply memorizing the deck and what each card means. That's why you can go to different Tarot readers and get different outcomes. The meaning of the card changes with that of the energy from the querant.

So strength for me yesterday, with a migraine off the charts and motor skills iffy, I needed both mental and physical strengths to get through my day and accomplish at least some of what I wanted too.

Strength, looking at the lady fearlessly looking into the lions mouth, also means courage. It didn't take any courage to organize the show rack by the front door or to shift some things to the garage. I guess it would have been needed to face the kettle bell yesterday and exercise even though I was in pain.

It depends on your own definition of strength and courage. Are they linked? Separate? Could the tail between the lions legs mean to conquer? Your fears maybe? Something painful you'd pushed away and tried to forget about instead of dealing with it?

So, even though the card is titled "Strength" it means more than just physical power.

What do the other symbols: White robe, wreath on her head, roses running down the front of her, Infinity symbol, and the lion itself to name a few. Could these add more meaning to a reading or understanding of the card no matter where it's found in a spread?

Yes, memorizing the keywords and divination meaning of each card will help but you need to not let it rule your understanding of the cards.

#decks #tarot #divination #tarot cards #tarot decks #spirituality #intuition #spiritual growth #spiritual journey #understanding #energy #growth

[handcraftedloghomes]

Our picture of the week is this rustic style hot tub that is naturally heated by a wood fire. The surrounding Douglas fir trees, mountains and view of the serene lake offers the ultimate in rest and relaxation!

#log homes #hot tubs #decks #outdoor living #rustic #wood hot tubs #rest and relaxation #pic of the week #pic of the day #relaxation #outdoor spa #nature spa #patios

[krinnlikesbananapancakes]

Lower Decks Lower Decks!

#star #lower #decks #trek #startrek #caitian

[ourladyofomega]

Last March, I sent @tewz a box of cassettes I took back from the radio station after donating them from my personal collection. She, a music collector, was amazed and never received anything like it. We’ve been trading our favorite sounds, artists, and playlists since then because we’re completely obsessed with music. No one else I know ever comes close. Only last month for her Leo-cakeday did I send her a card with money in it as a good, thoughtful gesture for all she’s done.

Well, guess what? I received my Virgo-cakeday package from her. She didn’t have to (and I pleaded with her not to), but did. I opened up her package not knowing what to expect, and my industrial factory came to a screeching halt. Inside a purple and blue plastic case, I found two bandannas (one camouflage and bright orange) a few stickers, one milk cap, her copy of LCD Soundsystem’s American Dream, a Pharcyde “Passin’ Me By” cassingle, three decks of playing cards (Death Cigarettes, one with no carton, and a miniature Las Vegas deck), a couple of badges, and a personalized envelope containing a cakeday card in scriptive plus two industrial / EBM / synthwave playlists written on color palette cards in various shades of purple. It’s like ordering from Ron Lessard’s RRRecords and finding all the freebies you get with all your recycled tapes and noise CDs, but this…

I was such at a loss for words that it took me 30 minutes to fully absorb it all. The amount of thought and work she put into personalizing this is far beyond words. She gets it. She sees value in me and does things in a way no one else does. And, what she does for me is way more than how much others have where I'm from on my cakeday, holiday, or any other day for that matter. That’s zero.

Thank you, @tewz. You truly are amazing.

#personal #omega #our lady omega #LCD Soundsystem #Pharcyde #stickers #playing cards #decks #badges #bandannas #thank you #music #fun

[androdconstruction]

“We pull the weed, we plant the flower and we watch the smiles bloom on our customers’ faces.”

~ Cheri Janknegt

#and-rod #construction #home and garden #androd #androd construction #and-rod construction #tobermory #bruce peninsula #ontario #canada #homes and cottages #home #cottages #decks #landscaping services #garden care #garden #garden maintenance #Instagram

[cardboard-crack]

Get a free Cardboard Crack Alter Sleeve (with free shipping anywhere in the world) by signing up at the $5 level or higher at https://patreon.com/CardboardCrack

#Packing for a Trip #Decks #Collectible Card Games #TCG #MTG #Magic: The Gathering #Cardboard Crack

[zeydaan-isabella]

T'ana to the Cerritos - Zeydaan

Story by AxiomTF- Zeydaan/Isabella finding a replica starfleet badge, though ending up running into a strange failsafe. Seeming to find their reality was an elaborate holodeck prank by a certain captain's daughter- T'ana has to find her bearings again as she settles back onto the Cerritos.

Isabella is currently moping around the kitchen, making themselves a sandwich as they softly hum to themselves – it had been a very long day. With little to do, and not a whole lot to look forward to a good while, life was feeling pretty dull for the Fay Dragon as of late, and they were looking for something – anything, to break up the monotony. They take little nibbles out of the sandwich post-preparation, pacing around the kitchen as they try and make the meal last for a while.  This was no good, no good at all.  They couldn’t stay like this for a moment more, they were craving adventure! Some action! Though of course, this was easier said than done, as not a great deal came to mind for them to actually do, especially with the little amount of money they currently had stored for such an occasion. Whatever they decided to do, it would have to be something small scale or cheap. Isabella finishes her food, throwing a small amount of leftover bread crust into the bin before taking a seat at their dining table. With their chin resting upon their hand, they spend a brief moment thinking of possibilities for some fun, though they could have never known that at that very moment, an opportunity for adventure had come directly to them instead.  Sitting upon the kitchen table, lies a small metallic badge. It’s in the approximate shape of an arrow, with curved edges and a sleek, futuristic design to it. Though thanks to their plentiful knowledge of pop culture iconography, Isabella knew what this shape was already – it was the insignia of Starfleet. Specifically, this was a communicator that crew would wear on their uniforms. They reach out and pick it up, inspecting it closely. It had a decent amount of weight to it, and from that, they could quickly deduce that this was no cheap plastic replica, and that some real care had gone into the creation of this badge. “Where on earth did you come from?” Isabella asks out loud to no one in particular, glancing around the room to double check that they were in fact alone. They did have a friend over for a little bit two days ago… maybe they had left it as a gift for them, and they simply had missed it until just now? That was the only logical explanation that came to mind, though instead of pondering this mystery any further, something far more exciting came into their mind… What if they could engage in some simple make-believe? Instead of being stuck at home, Isabella could instead be in space, aboard a starship! Doing her duties, exploring the galaxy… and perhaps recording all of their thoughts in some kind of log too? Yes, that’s exactly it! They could try out doing some solo roleplay! Isabella’s wings flutter a little with glee, as they grab their laptop and boot it up on the dining table. Various scenarios race through their mind, almost overloaded with possibilities regarding what they could now try out and overstimulated after having finally thought of something to end their boredom. They grab the badge and fix it to their top, then proceeding to lean over and click their mouse to start recording themselves... “Ahem – this is Doctor Isabella of the U.S.S… erm… thingy. I, uh… am about to run some routine tests on our systems in the medlab to make sure that everything is running up to speed! We’re expecting to arrive at our destination soon… erm, I suppose that we’ll have to prepare to keep the crew healthy and fit for that… and, um… I-I don’t really have much else to say at the moment, so I guess that I’ll sign off for now! I’ll provide an update in the morning, once the ship has arrived.” They end the video, smiling to themselves as they rewatch the video before putting the device back into their pocket – it was quite an amateur attempt at acting the role of a doctor out, but Isabella was sure that they’d pick it up soon, with a bit of practice of course. It was getting rather late now, and seeing the sun setting on the horizon, Isabella figures that it would be best to continue this in the morning. Having a fun idea for tomorrow all planned out, Isabella decides to head to bed, turning the lights off as they head up the stairs. However, as they ascend the stairs, something… strange starts to happen. Isabella’s pupils start to shift, going from a circular shape into feline slits whilst their iris and sclera merge together into a soft, yellow tone. They don’t notice this however – there was no sensation coming from this change, and even if there was, the Fey Dragon was simply feeling too sleepy to even register it. Arriving at the top of the stairs, they head down the hallway, scratching the back of their head which had started to sprout new blonde hairs all over their scalp, gradually replacing their old pink ones as they simultaneously start to miniaturise. By the time they reach the door of their bedroom, they have unknowingly adopted a new style. The follicles are quite thick and densely packed together, getting automatically styled into a rather messy cut as if some unseen, amateur hairdresser was tending to Isabella’s new head of hair. Taking off their clothing and throwing it into a heap beside their bed, their nose shifts to become a soft pink colour. It’s slightly damp to the touch, and yet another feline feature upon Isabella’s rapidly morphing face. Clambering into bed, they close their eyes, and try to drift off to sleep, though after a few minutes pass by, they find this rather hard to do. Everything seemed too loud – the rustling of leaves outside of their room had become much rowdier, and it took a good while for their brain to subconsciously tune them out. Evidently, this was merely a side effect of their ears transforming. They had become much more sensitive to sound, and as they are traveling upwards to the top of their head, they also begin sprouting ginger fur all over. They push through this unwanted noise, and at last, they drift off. Their sleep is dreamless and deep, but the world around was never to be the same again – not that they’d notice this however… Their eyes opened slowly, though the rays of sunshine that usually greeted them in the morning were now strangely absent. Not only that, but those ambient noises that kept them awake for longer than expected were now gone, and instead replaced with the sound of a deep humming noise. Of course, this noise never went away though – Isabella was on a starship of course, and the subtle sound of the engines purring was constant. Now that they think about it, it was strange that they even stopped to consider this. Sitting up in bed, they stretch and yawn, their body having undergone even more changes in their sleep. Their once yellow skin and been covered in a layer of fur, and much like that which had grown all over their new ears, it was a desaturated ginger colour. Dense and short, it hid the skin beneath it, with some sections of their body having longer fur, all of which looked scraggly and unkept, much like their hairstyle. Some weight loss had occurred, too. Isabella’s body and shrunk in stature slightly, body fat having been shed off of her frame, and consequently leaving them with a lean, scraggy look more befitting of someone older than themselves. Their chest had diminished in size to a small degree, also baring new fangs within their mouth. Their once large wings had been reduced in size to nothing but small bumps upon their furry back, and soon, not even these would remain, as each passing minute had resulted in them getting minimized more and more, like a balloon slowly deflating. Wiping their eyes, they swing their legs out from the bed and start to get dressed into their uniform. It was their usual Starfleet one, with their signature light blue lab coat going over the top of it, though despite this, it seemed strangely foreign to them. It was as if by wearing it, they were stealing it from a stranger. The Doctor chalks this thought up to them having worn this same look for so long, and that their brain might’ve been subconsciously telling them to shake their style up a bit. They don’t bother to style or groom themselves before leaving, and they didn’t have time for a shower either – this cat had a job to do. They pick up their equipment, and head out of their quarters. Whilst striding down the hallway, their tail is the next target for these changes, as it shrinks and slenderises over the course of around half a minute. The many halls of the starship are like a labyrinth, and as they walk to their destination, they tap their communicator, wanting to record another log on the way there.  “This is Doctor… uh… I… a-anyways, I’ve been feeling sort of unusual this morning. Everything seems rather out of place and unfamiliar to me, not to mention the fact I’m feeling sort of… spaced out right now. Did I drink too much yesterday or something? I can’t remember much of anything at all… it’s all… quite muddled up. Anyways, I’m going to do my daily shift now, and I’ll report back later this evening. Maybe I just need to work and apply myself to something… hopefully that’ll set me straight again.” They note that their voice was uncharacteristically dry and mature sounding, having a different accent to boot. They cough, their throat feeling scratchy as their words come out sounding rough and coarse, though they didn’t think much of it, doubting soon after if it had simply always sounded that way. And come to think of it, they felt more like a ‘she’ now as well – it just seemed far more natural. What didn’t feel natural however, was how they were feeling so lost in these corridors. They lived and worked here, right? Then how could she get lost like this so easily? This surely should be routine for her, though the ship felt so unknown to her this morning. It took them much longer than usual to arrive at the medbay for her shift, having taken many wrong turns and spent some time wandering around on the wrong floor. In the end, she ended up having to ask the ship’s AI for directions, which of course it provided straight away. Being the chief medical officer, she felt a bit embarrassed by this, though she sure as hell wasn’t going to embarrass herself even more by asking a fellow crewmate instead. Upon entering the medbay, she finds it rather desolate; no one else is here aside from her, when she recalls what today was – most of the crew were down in the hanger doing drills. “Ugh, this is going to suck.” she mutters under her own breath, as her brow furrows with thicker eyebrows than what she once had a moment ago. It was most likely going to be a day of working alone. Sitting down at her desk, her hands start to make unpleasant cracking noises, her fingernails turning into claws. From within her shoes, new claws appear upon her feet too, coupled with some padding on her soles.  She went to work, answering messages that she had been sent by others and working on a cure for a rather nasty but contained virus that had been discovered by crew on an away mission recently. It’s hard work, though as she gets lost in this, any memory of what she had been before starts to sink into the recesses of T’Ana’s mind. It’s almost as if she’s been put into an autopilot mode, coasting through her work whilst not taking much of it in either. After some hours of working, her head starts to lean down, as they decide they had earned a short nap… After an hour, she awakens again and takes a look around. The feline alien felt strangely befuddled about her surroundings, or about what she had just been doing a moment ago. She could see that she was sitting at her desk… tricorder in hand… computer switched on too. Pondering for a moment, she formulates an answer, that being – “Ah shit, did I doze off or something? I feel like crap.” she says out load, rubbing her eyes and blinking a couple of times.  She felt totally exhausted, and as she checks the time, she figures that it’s about time to make another log entry. She never was fond of doing these, though it helped sometimes to get your thoughts and feelings out of your head, even if that sentiment sounded dumb to T’Ana. “Doctor T’Ana here. Log… eh, who gives a shit. Ugh, I hate having to make these things… does anyone here even look over these? Ugh. Nevertheless, I’ve completed my shift, and everything seems to be in order. I had a feeling earlier that something wasn’t right with our scanners, though that doesn’t seem to be the case. I’ll do a more thorough check tomorrow at 0600. I don’t know… maybe I’m just imaging things… either that, or I need a break. Healing phaser burns and resetting bones all day, every day really does a number on you out after a while.” She minimizes the computer, the LCARS system shutting down as the screen returns to its offline state once more. “Lights off.” she says out loud, as the computer obeys her wishes and shrouds the medbay in darkness. It had been a long, productive day, and as the cat lady cracks her back, hands simultaneously held around her waist, she lets out a long sigh. She gives her furry cheek a scratch, purring softly as she does so, whilst making her way down the long, futuristic hallway and towards her quarters, this time with less of a delay. She had earned a good night’s sleep, and was certainly ready for it. Though one thing was for certain – this job never got boring, and for as long as she is the chief medical officer, she was sure to never have a dull moment whilst serving aboard a Federation starship, and venturing out into the unknown.

#zeydaan #wolf #werewolf #fey #hybrid #zeydaan jem #t'ana #tana #star trek #star #trek #lower #decks #lower decks #doctor #transformation #personality #takeover #uniform