#dogwatch

[motherfucker-somewhat-limited]

there's 3 greyhounds wearing jammies and new years hats at this bar

#dogwatch

[ltwilliammowett]

Dogwatch

The watches on board the ship are held in a four-hour rotation. So that the crew members were not forced to always be on the same watch, the watch from 4 p.m. to 8 p.m. was divided into two hours each day. The first was called dogwatch and the second dogwatch.

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This division shitfs the entire watch rotation every 24 hours, ensuring all sailors have ample opportunity to sample the particular joys associated with each ( from polishing the ship’s brass during the midwatch, to scrubbing the deck while standing the morning watch). The choice of time also allows both watches, to eat at about the traditional time.

As to the name, one theory states the term is a corruption of dodge watch, as sailors dodge standing the same watch every day or are viewed as dodgeing a full watch. Therefore, after the Mutiny of the Nore in 1797, the system was also changed. Admiral Symth (Sailor’s Word- Book, 1867), however, offers that the name stems from the fact that the shorter dogwatch is cur-tailed ( i.e. shortened) Another one explained that the name comes from the night watch, that is, the time when (on land) everyone slept except the dogs. Although no one can prove its origin with any certainty, reference to the word has been tracked as far as the 17th century.

#naval history #watch system #dogwatch #17th- 19th century #age of sail

[artfulhorizons-studio]

(via Muddy dog needs a bath Clock by ArtfulHorizons)

Bath time!

#findyourthing #redbubble #dog #doglover #dogwatch #muddydog #happydog #giftfordoglover #giftidea

[dawnbasham71]

Some days you just need to take a nap and let the football fever start in slowly into your system ... before the woofing can kick in and cheer for your favorite teams ... #dognap #doglife #dogsofinstagram #dogwatch #lovingthisfan #itsmynaptime #collegefootball #nebraskavsnorthwestern #foxsports #big10 #itsaturday https://www.instagram.com/p/ChxaayyOU8B/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#dognap #doglife #dogsofinstagram #dogwatch #lovingthisfan #itsmynaptime #collegefootball #nebraskavsnorthwestern #foxsports #big10 #itsaturday

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Which is better DogWatch vs Invisible Fence?

Which is better DogWatch vs Invisible Fence?

Which is better DogWatch vs Invisible Fence? One of the most significant differences between DogWatch and Invisible Fence products is the receiver battery life. DogWatch batteries last much longer, saving you money and hassle over time. Unlike Invisible Fence, our batteries are standard sizes so you can buy them from us or elsewhere. How long do invisible fences last? How long does the Invisible…

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#DogWatch #fence #invisible

[probably-a-plant-thing]

Given he's quite the observer, would Skulk notice when Red starts acting.... Weird? foreshadowing

He notices pretty quick. Though he's not really able to place what exactly the vibe is he's getting off Red, he does get much clingier. Partly because he doesn't want to bother Red by asking what's wrong in case he's being paranoid.

He can't exactly put his finger on why, but the feeling he's picking up on Red is familiar, to say the least.

#slasher oc #skulk #damon herring #black n red #mm the crimes he'd commit if anything happened to his boys #the stalking/obsessive behavior kinda goes up too since he's dogwatching Red #Suddenly the dinner is Skulks new fav hangout #the silver dollar? nah never heard of it. it's diner time #skulk has the autism vibe check /j

[rollo-o-rollo]

The boys are being watchful together 👀👌

Weathers so nice out we gotta open all them windows

#rollo-o-rollo #featuring Beowulf the ever vigilant gsd #dogblr #dogwatching #Rollo-Q #maltipom and gsd

[keyunto]

my ocs as cats lol

#titled catwatch because the story is named dogwatch #gave em all cat themed names #cats #my beloved #fun lil thing to draw #so many mistakes #but oh well #my art #yunoc #may 15 2022

[motherfucker-somewhat-limited]

BABY ON DA TRAAAAAAAIN

#dogwatch #i also saw two separate GSDs while walking so clearly it is Shepherd Hours

[pigspeetsandhooflikefeets]

pass the parcel was invented by Big Wrapping Paper to sell more wrapping paper

#and yes I've PLAYED the game before. it was made by Big Wrapping Paper #they did a mix of both rules where SOME had stuff in it but not all of them. which is more fair in my eyes #but we were also in college and nothing was real #I got lottery tickets #piggy goes dogwatching

[bakem07]

This man's best friend was watching the 💩out of me‼️😭🤣🤣🤣 🐕👀 #dogwatcher #thewatcher #manbestfriend #iseeyou #iseeyoutoo #lol #antirobbery #dogalert #shook #nothingpersonal #nottoday #pleasedonthurtme #youbigashell #fido #lassie #lmao #bearalert #alldogsgotoheaven #scaryass #cantcatchabreak #dog #dogsofinstagram #doglover #guarddog #guarddogsonduty #doggoviral #dogstagram #dogonduty https://www.instagram.com/p/CnViDvjOyug/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#dogwatcher #thewatcher #manbestfriend #iseeyou #iseeyoutoo #lol #antirobbery #dogalert #shook #nothingpersonal #nottoday #pleasedonthurtme #youbigashell #fido #lassie #lmao #bearalert #alldogsgotoheaven #scaryass #cantcatchabreak #dog #dogsofinstagram #doglover #guarddog #guarddogsonduty #doggoviral #dogstagram #dogonduty

[pillowspace]

I don't know, I haven't seen season 4 in a year and a half

--

[ID: The Magnus Archives edits of tweets styled to be between Martin (Martin Kartin @/teahee, "tea" spelled like the drink) and Basira (Basira Hussain @/dogwatcher, stylized with a 0). Martin's profile picture is a close-up digital drawing of his face. He's a pale smiling man with short, wavy ginger hair, round glasses, brown eyes, and a blue sweater. Behind him is a blue sky, and he has a hand curled near his chin. Basira's profile picture is a purple digital drawing of her standing beside Daisy. Behind them both is the vague outlines of other people as if at a party. Daisy is in a tanktop with short hair, mouth open towards the camera point as if speaking. Basira is in a hijab and looking blankly at the camera point. There is a cup at the bottom of the profile picture, but it's ambiguous who's holding it.

Martin: Hold up, did Jon really take out the bottom 2 ribs so that he could risk entering the Buried? Please tell me this bullshit...

Basira: it's for real

Martin: I'm gonna go outside and light myself on fire. What are we doing to our beautiful queens

The original exchange was between Kevin Durant (@/KDTrey5) and Kaylana Reese (@/KaylanaReese). The original tweet said "Hold up, do women really take out the bottom 2 ribs so that they can have a skinny waist? Please tell me this is bullsh*t..." End ID]

Thank you for the ID, @princess-of-purple-prose <3 edit: I edited the ID to describe their profile pictures

The original:

#pillowspace art #the magnus archives #martin blackwood #basira hussain #tma #magpod #magnuspod #magnus pod #jonmartin #<- technically #daisy tonner #<- in basira's pfp #tma spoilers #tma s4 #tma season 4

[edelblau]

victorian orphan dog

#im dogwatching for the dogwatcher for my aunt and uncle rn #she keeps having accidents when other dogwatcher is at work so im here to like. let her outside n stuff

[iconticolcane]

Un cane felice, appena uscito dalla pista! #blitzdansmavie #racingdog #happydog #racing #dogwatching #canichefannoicani #motivazionepredatoria #motivazionecinestesica #italiangreyhound #sighthoundsofinstagram #springinaustria #marchegg (presso ARH - Marchegg) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cd2quP5Kbaz/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#blitzdansmavie #racingdog #happydog #racing #dogwatching #canichefannoicani #motivazionepredatoria #motivazionecinestesica #italiangreyhound #sighthoundsofinstagram #springinaustria #marchegg

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How much is a DogWatch fence?

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#DogWatch #fence

[bougiebutchbinch]

horrid little brainworm

Frenchie is still green at the start of the Kraken era.

He isn't, by the end.

But back then, when it all begins - when he isn't used to the sting of kohl-mixed sweat dripping into his eyes - he makes mistakes. Lots of them. Simple little things - fluffing a knot in the rigging that has their sail unfurling midway through the dogwatch, goods left unstowed to roll with the list of their ship.

Most of the time, Izzy yells himself hoarse for five minutes, then shows Frenchie how to fix it, interspersing his lecture with expletives. Whatever. That's fine. Let the little man scream - he's not the scariest thing aboard anymore.

Never was, really.

But then Blackbeard (Ed? The Kraken?) stomps out of his cabin, hair a black thundercloud, and snarls 'which one of you men is responsible for that fucking mop', pointing to some cleaning equipment Frenchie forgot to pack away.

And everything goes still, as if they're becalmed.

[CW: whipping, abuse, non-explicit mentions of Frenchie's past locked-box traumas]

No one says Frenchie's name - not even Izzy. He just ducks his chin and refuses to look his captain in the eye. But the eyes of every other crewmember jump guiltily to Frenchie, at least once - and Blackbeard is too smart to miss such a tell.

"A ship needs discipline," he says. "Isn't that what you always tell me, Iz?"

"I'll attend to it," says Izzy, voice scratchier than ever. Frenchie knows this is a bad fucking situation - memories battering against the inside of his locked box, trying to get out - but somehow he can't feel fear. Can't really feel anything.

"With the cat," says Blackbeard. "Give the culprit fifteen. Really make the lesson stick."

Ah. There's the fear.

Frenchie's breath stifles itself halfway up his throat, as screams sneak through the keyhole of his box, along with the crack of a whip -

No. No, no, no. He can't. Not again, he can't -

Izzy glances up. Frenchie expects him to grin, all vindictive sadism - but whatever he sees on Frenchie's face has his mouth pulling into a tight line.

"Yes, sir," he says, though Frenchie barely hears over the dull roar of his heart.

He casts his gaze about, looking for an escape. Over the side? They're too far from land, but fuck, if it isn't tempting -

Jim fondles their knives, glaring mutinously at Blackbeard's back as he returns to his cabin. They don't spring after him (though Frenchie selfishly wishes they would). They're well aware - as is everyone - that right now, with Blackbeard black-eyed and bloodthirsty, they'd lose.

Izzy swallows. Shuts his eyes. Then calls for Fang to fetch the cat.

Frenchie loses time then. Scarcely a blink passes before Fang reappears above the deck, the strings of the knotted whip scraping the floor like the tentacles of a shrunken sea-monster.

They're flaky with rusty residue. Old, dried blood.

Frenchie's fingers twitch in the chords of the first song his Ma taught him. No rituals or superstitions will save him. Nothing will. Because his old crew are marooned, almost certainly dead, and his new crew are - with the exception of Fang and Jim and Ivan - fucking monsters.

He's going to be whipped (again). He's going to shred open all those old scars. The box is going to open, and -

Oh, God. Oh God. Fifteen lashes is survivable (Frenchie knows, he knows) but he's still not sure if anything of himself will emerge from the other side.

He's still frozen, staring at the whip held in Fang's big hands, flat out like he's presenting it to Izzy. Only... Izzy doesn't take it.

No, Izzy moves to stand in front of the mast. Walking stiff, with a bit of a limp. While Frenchie's reeling, struggling to process what's happening, he yanks off his shirt. And - fuck, his back is almost as ugly a sight as Frenchie knows his own would be, if he could bear to study it in a mirror.

A few of the crew draw shocked inhales. Most don't look surprised.

Frenchie is one of the latter group. Sound travels, on a ship.

"Um," says Fang, cat dangling limp. "Boss?"

Izzy grabs the hawsers wrapped around the mainmast. Heaves a deep breath. Rests his forehead against the wood.

"You heard the captain," he croaks. "Fifteen lashes."

Fang's eyes are moist - though they are more often than not, nowadays. "Boss - "

"The captain wants the culprit disciplined," Izzy says. His muscles flex beneath their coating of scars. Bracing himself, Frenchie's mind supplies. For the oncoming pain. Not that any amount of tensing is ever enough. "First mate's responsible for maintaining a tidy deck."

This turn of events finally settles into Frenchie's bones. The whip's not for him, thank everything. His key slides gratefully into the lock of his box and turns, ensuring it's shut tight.

Still, sickness churns in his guts. Last week, sleep eluded him. He'd intended to skulk above decks and breathe the sea air to clear his head. He never made it - because who should stagger out of the captain's cabin, so dead-eyed he didn't even notice Frenchie lurking in the shadows of the galley door, but the Revenge's thrice-cursed angry gremlin of a first mate?

Izzy hadn't looked much like a gremlin then, though. Doesn't now, either. Just looks. Tired. And old. And bruised to shit beneath his shirt, and not all of those lash marks are old, weathered scars, and -

Frenchie's fingers twitch more rapidly, pressing through their imaginary chord sequence.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit -

"Fifteen lashes," Izzy reminds Fang. "If you can't do it, anyone else is free to step up. I'm sure there'll be fucking volunteers."

Frenchie eyes Jim. They and Izzy aren't exactly friends - not when Frenchie has heard them mumble a word that sounds horrifically close to 'Oluwande' in their sleep.

But Jim stays right where they are. Hand on the hilt of a knife. Ivan emulates, and, well, Frenchie's feet have damn near put down roots. He couldn't move from this spot if he was ordered to.

Fang's tears well over, and his hand shakes on the whip handle to the point where Frenchie thinks he might drop it.

A clash from the great cabin has them all jumping - all but Izzy, who rests his cheek on the mast like it's a particularly splintery pillow, eyes drifting shut. Blackbeard barges back out, sousing the air with body odour and smoke and self-hatred and whatever the fuck else he's been marinating in.

"What's the fucking wait?" he demands. "I expected way more screams by now." He halts, frowning at the sight of Izzy, stood where Frenchie ought to be (because fuck, he shouldn't have left that mop and bucket out; how many times has Izzy told him - ). For a moment, the harsh line of his brows crumples on itself in something that could be mistaken for regret. But then that dark sneer crawls onto his lips, the one with which the whole crew is becoming familiar. "Can't pick who gets the privilege, eh? Well, lucky for the lot of you, that's what a captain's for."

He stalks forwards, feline-graceful. Frenchie scuttles from his path. When Blackbeard snatches the whip from Fang (not seeming to notice his whimper, his flinch) Frenchie fully anticipates that he'll turn on Izzy, not him.

He certainly doesn't expect Blackbeard to smile, cold and white as a toenail moon, and thrust the whip towards him, hilt first.

"Oh, no." Frenchie raises both hands in surrender. "No, no, no. I couldn't. Awful with a whip, me. Wouldn't, um..." There's the noise of it again, slithering out through the keyhole of his box. The swish. The crack. The scream. "Wouldn't be able to strike hard enough," he stutters. "No upper body strength, yeah."

Blackbeard doesn't approach Frenchie. Just keeps the whip held out towards him, like the accusative finger of a god.

"You give him fifteen," he says, gently. "And make each one count. Or I give him fifty."

Against the mast, Izzy makes a sound - not quite a whimper. Worse; it's far too much like relief. His hands don't shake, but only because they grip the hawser tight as rigor mortis.

Fifty can kill. Has killed before. Frenchie's seen it.

But Blackbeard doesn't want Izzy dead, right? Who would he torture then?

Blackbeard's blank, lifeless eyes pour into Frenchie's.

Who indeed?

Fuck. Frenchie swallows dry. He tells himself it's for self-preservation that he unsticks his boots from the deck and shuffles forth to take the whip. Not for Izzy. Not like he likes the angry little prick. Man's vicious as a cat and thrice as cursed.

Maybe, if Frenchie tells himself that, it'll make this memory easier to lock away with all the rest.

"Ready?" he asks Izzy, softer than he intends. Izzy twists over his scarred shoulder. He looks at Frenchie - really looks at him - for what feels like the first time. Not even glancing to his left, where the Kraken lurks.

Frenchie can't decipher his expression. Pity, for whatever made him offer himself up in Frenchie's place? Frustration, that Frenchie prevented Blackbeard from whipping him into the grave? Misery and fear - no, that's far too sane for a guy like Izzy.

Izzy turns back to the mast.

"Give me your worst," he says.

Frenchie breathes in, breathes out, and obeys.

#ouizzy #ofmd frenchie #ofmd izzy #izzy hands #ed teach born on a beach #israel hands #ofmd ed #edward teach #blackbeard #my fic #bbb creates #our flag means death #ofmd fanfic #frenchie #ofmd jim #jim jimenez