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piledriveu · 5 months
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Fingers in the mouth
Shoving your fingers in a dudes mouth is so fuckin hot, a great way to show control and ownership, whether its wrestling.......
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dbssh · 1 year
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im da sleepiest guy in da world
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todaysdocument · 9 months
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Art Jessup of Kotzebue, Alaska, holds a ptarmigan fishhook from the 1870s. Photograph, July 31, 1973. 
Record Group 79: Records of the National Park Service
Series: Alaska Task Force Photographs
File Unit: Ethnography and Subsistence
Image description: Art Jessup holds a large fishhook, maybe six inches long. The hook passes through a carved bird, probably ivory. Crosshatching gives shade and texture to the bird’s feathers, and its beak is colored yellow. 
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MASTER FILE
Towns + Villages
Outside the [?] A.
258913-3418
DATE 7/31/73
FIELD # 2589-13
SUBJECT Ptarmigan fishhook about 100 years old held by Art Jissys (Jessup?)
LOCATION Kotzebue
CREDIT: NATIONAL PARK SERVICE
PHOTOGRAPH BY M. WOODBRIDGE WILLIAMS
1776-73
ALASKA TASK FORCE MASTER FILE
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azreths-arts · 3 months
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peterfieldsberlin · 1 year
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It’s all about brass at Smoky Sumi’s Store… beautiful keyhooks and crafts hardware made in japan. Useful and durable, so that you will never want to miss it any more! #worldwideshipping 📦 #madeinjapan #selectedgoods #mensgoods #brass #keychain #anchor #keyhook #fishhook #hardwear #accessories #potd #menswear #womenswear #style #quality #dailystuff #blackplated #jewelry #available @peterfieldsberlin @smoky_sumis_store_ https://www.instagram.com/p/Cqc0O4HIXYV/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Lines have to be crossed to win sometime....
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mxdnights0 · 4 months
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Fishhook
Tigress worked with me to look presentable to the capitol’s standards. She worked quickly and beautifully, you’d think she had many years of experience rather than her young age of 22. She had designed a dress as blue as the ocean after a storm, golden stitching sewn into the small train that followed me whenever I walked. The sleeves went past my fingertips, a fishnet looking fabric. It was odd, real fishnet was rough, not soft like this foreign cloth. She had a hairdresser come in to do a trim and put my hair into a braided crown, a golden ribbon standing out against the rest of my dark hair. I looked into the mirror and barely recognized myself. The capitol was changing me. I couldn’t let them change me too much. If I lost myself to the capital, I'd drown into the abyss of my own past self. “Do you like it..?” Tigress asked timidly, resting a hand on my shoulder. I could only nod for a moment, the knot rising in my throat as I thought of my family, thought of what my parents would think if they saw me like this. My mother would’ve pointed out that I looked too weak to be wearing something so bold, my father would point out that I could feed the family for at least a year with what this probably cost to make. I could never do anything right with them. I wanted to prove them wrong and win. Whatever it took. I couldn’t leave my siblings alone. I wouldn’t do that to them. Tigress tapped me slightly, snapping me out of my own thoughts. “Mags, what do you think?” I smiled, looking at my own reflection. “I love it, Tigress. Thank you so much for all you have already done for me.” Tigress clapped excitedly before pulling me into a tight hug “Oh, that's wonderful! I’m so glad you like it! I was worried about the netting, how it could potentially catch in the pins in your hair, but as long as you don’t touch your head, I believe it should work well!” I grinned, hiding my anxiety behind a mask of my own making. “So, we should be heading out, right.. To the parade..?” Tigress gasped “Oh my goodness, Yes! We may be running a bit behind schedule.. It’s alright, we’ll run fast!” The blond woman hurried to grab my hand, dashing out the door. 
Tigress was quite a bit taller than me. Her longer legs were able to carry her a bit farther with each step, causing me to try and keep up, almost tripping on my dress multiple times in the time it took to get to the Parade hall. It was near the Capitol building, with a few people standing on the balcony’s stage. 
They were blurry figures, yet they still seemed so intimidating. Dolion was there, along with the other tributes standing near horse drawn chariots. Last year hadn’t been nearly as fancy, but Coryolanus Snow was also in charge of arranging major events. It was his plan to make the cruel games a spectacle for the capitol to enjoy, the districts to be terrified of.
Tributes had been hoisted into the chariots. I gripped tightly onto the handlebar with one hand, looking over at Dolion nervously. He looked calm on the outside, but I could tell he was just as nervous as I was. I slipped my hand into his, staring forward as the horses started to trot forward. The capitol resident that filled the stands cheered as we were carted out. I felt like an exhibit for their enjoyment. That was exactly what I was to them. People every year were brought to the capitol, treated like zoo animals, and then brought to be killed. It's how it worked. People said it was better than the dark days, but I remember at least when I was a little girl, I wasn’t being sent to my death for the enjoyment of others. I also had Peggy back then. Peggy wasn’t here anymore, she was led into the games like a lamb to slaughter. As the crowd cheered, The chariots stopped in front of the balcony. Dr. Gaul, Coriolanus Snow, and The President Of Panem were there. “Welcome to the 11th Annual Hunger Games!” Dr. Gaul announced, her deep red robes really standing out against the vibrant whites of the decor.  “One of these brave tributes will be our victor this year, and they will embark on a victory tour, visiting every district! This year will be very different, thanks to our prodigy, Coriolanus Snow!” She announced, though I wasn’t paying too much attention. I saw the three, but the crowd rang in my ears. I wish it all would stop.
Finally, she stopped talking and we were led back to our dressing rooms. I felt like I could finally take a breath away without fearing I could make someone hate me. If they wanted someone to root for, I’d play their game the best I could.
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fuip-nature-and-flesh · 6 months
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CHARACTER INTRODUCTIONS - Fishhook
He/It
FUIP camp
Afflicted with Flesh.
Bone-based illness, causing his internal structure to be extremely weak. To keep his body alive, the brain attempts to recreate new bones to hold him together. They are not always in the right spaces.
He has two main pieces of exoskeleton- His lower jaw and his spine. Both are held against his skin using fishhooks and wire, which is how he got his name.
Known around the camp for being Lilly’s bodyguard/older brother figure.
An anarchist who hates Sapling for creating a government in a lawless land.
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captain-amadeus · 1 year
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Bro, someone said they loved you. How do you feel about that?
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Mhm mhm, ok.
He says thank you and that it makes him happy to hear that :]
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renkindle · 2 years
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Drew a headshot of a Hisuian Zorua/Vaporeon OC Maple-And-Pie drew me!
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marenschke · 2 years
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You can't grow in places that limit your growth. - I had the idea for a while but art block hit hard ;-; - #art #artist #digitalart #digital #sketch #conceptart #illustration #illustrate #artsy #koi #fish #aquarium #fishbowl #fishhook #artblock #fishing https://www.instagram.com/p/Cfi6qfCLWuI/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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jack-o-rabbit · 2 years
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...something's fishy...
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dbssh · 11 months
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HOOKED ON A FEELING !
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camushii1 · 2 years
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peterfieldsberlin · 1 year
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Davy Jones was the captain of the Flying Dutchman and keeper of souls who died at sea. The Davy Jones Keychain is made of solid brass and Paracord, handcrafted in UK. #davyjones #johnnydepp #piratesofthecaribbean #jacksparrow #depphead #accessories #keyholder #pirateslife #giftideas #supportsmallbusiness #madeinuk #paracordbuddies #disney #hollywood #potd #brass #fishhook #smokysumisstore #madeinjapan https://www.instagram.com/p/CqKfYGNoThO/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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rachel-sylvan-author · 8 months
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“No reader will be immune to the compulsion to go right out and start whittling fishhooks and befriending raccoons.” THIS is what Jean Craighead George hoped to accomplish through "My Side of the Mountain." So go! Whittle that fishhook! Hug that raccoon!... okay, don't do that - you might get rabies - but still!
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