#sailor jersey

[rubbish78]

Gerard Way and the infamous leg

Live at FireFly Music Festival 2022 (x)

Bonus +

#ray sipping his wine in the background #gerard way #Ray Toro #sailor jersey #mcr #my chemical romance #tw: flashing lights #decay era #or maybe it' swarm era whatever #rubbish78gifs #my gifs

[lonestarbattleship]

"Quartermaster SEAMAN (QMSN) Scott Kauranen gives a young tourist a lift so he can operate a navigational periscope in the citadel on the bridge of USS New Jersey (BB-62). The tourists are taking part in a naval review during the Australian bicentennial celebration"

Photographed in Sydney, New South Wales, Australia by PH2 Barry Orell, USN, on October 1, 1988.

NARA: 6443378

#USS New Jersey (BB-62) #USS New Jersey #Iowa Class #Battleship #Warship #Ship #United States Navy #U.S. Navy #US Navy #USN #Navy #October #1988 #Sydney #New South Wales #Australia #sailor #my post

[djranmas]

I think I make for a good Mamoru. I put this together at the last minute, for my friend @ccgreywitch, since she said she was going to dinner as Usagi Tsukino, and I decided to do a casual cosplay with her. 😁

#cosplay #manga #anime #sailormoon #mamoru chiba #usagi tsukino #sailor moon cosplay #usagi Tsukino cosplay #Mamoru Chiba Cosplay #sailor moon #plus size cosplay #cosplay girls #black cosplayer #castle point anime convention #new jersey

[marciliedonato]

if gerard was the teacher i’d ALWAYS stay after class for extra credit.... 🌝🌝 i’d always have a crisp granny smith apple on her desk first thing in the morning.....i’d pull straight As and i WOULD get that mannequin leg as a prize for being so studious and hardworking......

#txt #schoolgitl/sailor moon gerard UR EVERYTHING TO ME..... #usagi way i love you bitchhhh sailor jersey ur everything 2 me #gerard way #mcr #Mcrfirefly #what if i hit post limit before the show.....aha.... #wow anna said something #anna's shitposts #Mcr return #return era #my chemical romance

[minamotosousuke]

I need to see more mitsukou going on themed dates art

#they’re on a sailboat or ferry and Mitsuba’s got him and kou with a sailor vibe theme #they’re at the roller rink and Mitsuba’s got them in a groovy 70s theme #they’re at a u-pick picking apples and Mitsuba’s got them in like a cute plaid fit #they’re on a massive group bowling date with everybody but Mitsuba and Kou are wearing matching couples bowling jerseys

[kaz-playz]

I return to see we're all simping for NJ. As all things should be

#BEARDED NEW JERSEY #HELLO SAILOR #welcome to the statehouse #welcome to the table #ben brainard #wttsh #wttt

[jayqc80]

Jersey Gals: Makoto Kino

Makoto Kino ("Sailor Moon") with Oakland Athletics gear, a redraw from an older project.

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[aemiliuslives]

It's a wrap ✅ Another #3dsculpting #dailychallenge is in the bag 💪 On April 2023, and for the 8th year in a row, I set out to 3d-sculpt a different character every day.

These are my 3d-sculpts of Man-At-Arms ("He-Man and the Masters of the Universe"), the Mantis Lords ("Hollow Knight"), the Mayor of Halloween Town ("The Nightmare Before Christmas"), Gizmoduck ("Duck Tales"), Jersey Devil, Death (Guillermo Del Toro's "Pinocchio"), The Little Prince, King Smurf ("The Smurfs"), Dahlia Gillespie ("Silent Hill"), Marcel ("Marcel the Shell with shoes on"), Tam Tam ("Samurai Shodown"), Sox ("Lightyear"), Sailor Moon, the Lamb ("Cult of the Lamb"), Gandalf (Ralph Bakshi's "The Lord of the Rings"), Dot Matrix ("Spaceballs"), Two-Face ("Batman, the animated series"), Sy Snootles ("Return of the Jedi"), Krusty ("The Simpsons), Mileena ("Mortal Kombat II"), Jacquimo (Don Bluth's "Thumbelina"), a Clicker ("The last of us"), Captain Blasto ("Blasto"), Yocheved ("The Prince of Egypt"), Mervyn Pumpkinhead ("The Sandman"), Cagney Carnation ("Cuphead"), the raptor hatchling ("Jurassic Park"), Christine Daae ("The Phantom of the Opera"), Luci ("Disenchantment"), and Porco Rosso.

#3d Sculpting #Daily Challenge #zbrush #Keyshot #render #fan art #turntable animation #masters of the universe #hollow knight #the nightmare before christmas #duck tales #jersey devil #guillermo del toro's pinocchio #the little prince #the smurfs #silent hill #marcel the shell with shoes on #samurai shodown #lightyear #sailor moon #cult of the lamb #the lord of the rings #spaceballs #batman the animated series #star wars #the simpsons #Mortal Kombat #thumbelina #the last of us #blasto

[rubbish78]

Gerard Way flicking you off then giggling about it (x)

Live at FireFly Music Festival 2022

#gerard way #mcr #my chemical romance #sailor jersey #decay era #or maybe it' swarm era whatever #rubbish78gifs #my gifs

[residenthughes]

mad at me - jack hughes

pairing: jack hughes x afab reader

word count: 3.5k

tags/warnings: +18 nsfw, so minors dni, smut, unprotected p in v (don't be silly, wrap your willy!), creampie, praise, spitting & choking (nothing crazy, i promise!), use of pet names (my girl, sweetheart, baby, princess, sweetheart), slight degradation (if you squint?)

summary: jack's latest game has tensions running high and feelings left unresolved. lucky for him, you know just the solution.

notes: so...this is happening 😭 this is very much inspired by the devils latest game against the kings where jack got pretty heated 😵‍💫 who doesn't love a bit of angry! jack? 🫣 but yes, as i've mentioned before, i don't usually write smut, so this may not be the best so any tips or comments you guys have to share would be much appreciated! 💗this has been partially edited, so if you see any errors along the way, they'll be fixed soon! as always, thank you for reading and hope you enjoy! much love! <333

It takes a lot for Jack to get mad.

A sequence of events that all come to a boil, a mountain of incidents that snowball into an avalanche of his wrath. He’s so sweet, like sunny Sunday mornings that smell of fluffy pancakes and honey syrup - so, even now, so far into your relationship, you’re aware that moments like these occur. Of course, emotions wear thin like tired socks and you’re no stranger to your own and Jack’s that have seen all shades of the rainbow, but perhaps there’s something in the air, some electricity that changes the wiring of your brain because tonight is so different from the rest. Dissimilar from when you leave Jack be when his big emotions demand their place, unlike how you wrap each other in blankets of comfort when tensions have eased and everything is whole again. Because, again, this is not about you. It’s about Jack and how, as the universe has written it to be, gravity pulls straight towards him.

Things have been good - he’s come back from injury, back to his kingdom on the ice and the Devils have won back to back games - truly unheard of during their current season, beating their last opponent in regulation for the first time since 2009. It’s a big deal - the smile on Jack’s face says so, the satisfaction of his tone indicating so when he’s come back from his away games. So, you want this happiness to continue, because you love him and the happiness he illuminates but at the end of the day, his job is hockey. A coin toss of wins and losses that you’re trying to wrap your head around because you’re biassed and see all the commitment that him and his teammates put in everyday. As a result of this, Thursday happens; a dice roll of events that spiral into chaos.

You’re back home in Jersey, comfortably situated on the couch in the warmth of an ending winter that shows peaks of an upcoming spring. You’ve got popcorn in your lap because you’ve rediscovered how much you love the savoury snack, happily munching away as Jack’s game starts and the adrenaline kicks in. The first period is eventful with many saves that have you clawing at the couch, but then the second period starts and all hell breaks loose. Tensions run high and as level-headed as Jack is, he is not immune to agitation - subjected to a nasty hit into the boards, the opposing player purposely banging his elbow into Jack’s head. You’re about to start yelling at your TV screen like some drunken sailor because Jack’s been injured this season and doesn’t need more time away from what he loves, but Jack decides to get his lick back and you’re automatically silenced. Your jaw drags the length of the floor as you watch him crosscheck the hell out the guy, proceeding to rough the player up before referees interfere. Jack and the guy are arguing back and forth as they’re escorted into their teams’ penalty boxes and you’re just left bewildered, a mess of emotions with wide eyes as your stomach turns.

You watch astounded as Jack flushes in his temporary plastic home, eyes wide at he hurtles comments that leave the opposing player with a sour taste in his mouth. Jack’s shaking his head when he’s gotten what he needs off his chest, wiping away his sweat as his anger grinds to a simmer. Your eyes are glued to the TV, perched on the edge of your seat as your heart beats hard in your bruising chest. The power play continues on but you’re lost in a trance, awaiting Jack’s emergence from the penalty box that can’t come soon enough. Once he’s out, he’s sprinting for the puck and manages to get a breakaway that assures New Jersey a goal, but the loser in the penalty box with him is hot on his heels and Jack misses. He’s fuming once again, ranting to the referee that pays him no mind. Jack skates off, smashing his stick against the glass before he’s back on the bench and completely snaps it in half, a string of profanities leaving his lips. 

You sit there in awe, your grinding teeth sinking into the flesh of your fingers as your brain becomes an all-consuming pile of filth. Your precious boy, who loves his three hour long naps and looks at you like you hang the stars in the sky, the hopeless romantic who pulls out all the stops for you simply because you deserve it and who holds you as if you’re fine china - he’s almost unrecognisable now, wearing his emotions like the number of his jersey as his expression pinches and his azure eyes narrow. A rush of emotions you both experience that make a home in the chaos of your minds that long leave the remnants of their havoc.

The clatter of Jack’s hockey bag echoes from the doorway, bringing you out of the syrupy daze you’ve been submerged in far too long. You leap off the couch as your body carries you towards the front door, electricity rippling down the ridges of your spine as your skin tingles with the unknown. You keep your emotions at bay for the time being, unsure of what state Jack may be in as you creep around the corner and catch an eyeful of his demeanour - blinding annoyance. An exasperated sigh pushes from his chest as he slips off his trusted beanie, the ruffle of his wet curls bouncing as his fingers card through his hair. You gulp.

“Ro?” you test the waters - short and sweet just to gauge his reaction, anticipation hanging in the air. 

“Hey.” he bites, not bothering with looking your way as he shimmies his coat off with more force than necessary. 

You gnaw at your bottom lip, feeling helpless. “I saw the game…”

“The one I almost got fucking injured in?” he chirps, looking at you now with a pointed stare that burns with all the fire in his heart. No longer azure, his eyes singe with an almost midnight hue. “What a shitshow.”

“That was a dangerous hit, that guy’s got whatever’s coming to him,” you’re quick to reply, taking small steps towards Jack who hangs up his coat. “But that doesn’t change the fact that people pay to watch you play.” 

Jack stills in his movements, figure unmoving momentarily before his eyes throw you a lasting glance, the beginnings of a smirk working amongst his roseate features. “So, you heard?”

You blush under the heat of his undivided attention, gaze averted as you fumble with the hem of the hockey jersey on you. “Not necessarily.”

“Then what did you hear, baby?” he queries immediately, shifting so that his body now faces yours, an arm resting against the coat hanger as he sizes you up, unabashed and assertive.

Your stomach flips, the race of your heart undeniable. “You’ve got a mouth on you, so it’s easy to read lips.”

You’re chirping, working under his skin in a way that maintains some form of respect but has all the intentions of riling him up, which manifests into the beast you wish to see. A cocked eyebrow and a ticked jaw, flashes of disbelief flickering on his face. Once more, your emotions bear the weight of an anchor as excitement conjures up the swirl in your stomach, your masquerade crumbling at the seams as your nostrils flare, biting back a shit-eating grin.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he questions with a hint of humour, because he knows you like the back of his hand. You give him no response, preoccupied with suppressing the misplaced giggle that threatens to leave your lips. “I can’t believe this.”

The seams fully come undone, a snicker or two bypassing your lips as you retreat from the situation, ending up with your back against the door leading to the basement with Jack hot on your heels. Mirth bathes you in delight and you let it, a plethora of chuckles falling into your hand as you avert your gaze whilst Jack forgets any concept of personal space. Perhaps you’re deserving of whatever damnation comes your way, a punishment you’ve fully brought upon yourself, but when your senses fill with the waft of Jack’s earthy musk cologne and the remnants of his apple shampoo, accompanied by the warmth of his body that leans towards yours, you can’t bring yourself to feel a shred of regret.

His arm, enveloped by his raven black dress shirt, raises as he cages you in, vulnerable and at his mercy. “What else did I say, since you can read lips and all?”

This is a circus of words, meaning riddled in optical illusions that would have someone think none the wiser. Except this is yours and Jack’s circus, an act tailored for two that entertains your minds that run wild. A wildness you feed off as you meet him with the same decisiveness.

“This number,” you start, pointing towards the digits printed on your sleeve belonging to him. “86 is what people go to see - sorry, pay to see.”

You’re not really sorry, the smirk on your face says otherwise. “I think I said a lot more than that, sweetheart.”

“Besides all the huffing and puffing,” his tongue pokes at his cheek, a playful smirk betraying his flaring emotions. “You asked if he was there to play or to hurt people - fair point to make.”

“And all the others weren’t?” Jack’s moved closer, his thigh situating itself between the gap of your legs. 

You bite your tongue at the friction. “You know the answer to that.”

“Maybe,” his caging arm leaves the door, the web of his hand sat against your chin as he holds your face, maintaining the same fiery gaze that unravels you altogether. “But, it’d be better coming from you.”

“Jack,” he’s flexed his thigh, your hand reaching for the button on his dress shirt as you wane in defeat. “Please.”

“I don’t follow.” 

Your bawled fist meets his stacked chest. “Don’t play dumb.”

Jack chuckles, holding all power in the palm of his hand. “I’m just confused as to why my pants are wet.” 

To prove his point, he draws his thigh away because he’s a selfish bastard and shows you the damp spot you’ve left after his thigh made its way between your legs. The shame that washes over you is unbearable. 

Jack’s cold hands find themselves underneath the material of his jersey, one hand dancing along the outline of your underwear with a finger hanging over the top of the seam. “Oh, what to do with you.”

He’s such a tease, his ego large and in charge as you’ve long forgotten any sense of game at hand as your eyes pool with only an anguish he can extinguish. “Fuck me, please.”

“Why?” his tone light and airy, his finger hooked around the seam of your underwear as the material leaves your skin

You shiver at the breeze, eyes closed as your weak fist manages to grapple onto some material of his shirt. “Because, I need you and I think that goes both ways.”

The band of your underwear snaps against your stomach as Jack retrieves his hand, head cocked to the side as he considers the weight of your words with a locked jaw. Your teeth are sinking into the plumpness of your bottom lip, nothing but pleading in your eyes as you gaze up at him with all you can muster. 

His hand lays against your cheek, thumb automatically caressing the skin - a touch that you not only lean into, but shiver towards. “Get upstairs.”

This is a fairly new playing field for you two -  a game of cat and mouse that brings out an unfamiliar side to you, so foreign in nature that you second guess your desires and where your lust leads you. Jack doesn’t allow for any hesitation though, hand in hand with you as he comes into himself too. His thumb brushes against the corner of your lips that lift, a soft smile surfacing amongst his features before you’re headed upstairs in a flash, scurrying towards your bedroom with a trail of your clothes left in your wake.

Jack doesn’t take long to meet you upstairs, his pinstripe blazer removed as he unfastens his tie around his neck. He spares you a lingering glance as you lay sheepishly on the bed perched on your elbows, legs ajar as your folds glisten in the soft bedroom light. Jack quickly rids himself of his clothing, slipping his boxers off to reveal his hard on. A comfortable length with all the girth to fulfil you, tip flushed pink as it brims with precum. It takes everything in you not to sink to your knees and fill your mouth with his cock.

As he approaches the bed, he motions for you to turn around and you do so with no questions asked, back arched as you wait in anticipation as you feel the bed dip with his presence. Jack comes up behind you, body so incredibly close yet somehow so far away as his hands make contact with your burning skin, giving the flesh on your back a brief massage. A surprised hum vibrates in your chest as Jack drags a single finger along the dip of your spine, leaving goosebumps in his wake before he adjusts himself behind you, to which you push your ass back against his hard on.

“Stop teasing.” you sound more desperate than intended, cheek squished into your cool silk pillow.

“Can’t admire my girl before I fuck her?” The nonchalance of his tone draws a mewl out of you, your hips jutting as they search for any more contact. “Besides,”

Hands resting against the mould of your hips, one shifts as you feel his cold index finger draw in between your folds, fingertips swirling around your clit. You moan brokenly, body curling into itself. “You’re just here to take it, aren’t you, princess?”

You’re nodding before your brain can even compute his words, humming along to accentuate your point as his fingertips continue to swirl along the shape of your clit. It’s too much and not enough - a tug of war of sorts that makes your hips rock into Jack, an action that at one point, has his tip catching against your wet entrance. A hiss from behind you sounds as you grapple onto the pillow beside you. 

Jack’s hand leaves you high and dry, but alias, his patiences dissipates into the night sky as he glides into you in one smooth motion, robbing you of your breath and sanity as your mouth gapes open and eyes roll. Sinking into the mattress, your spread legs accommodate for the snap of Jack’s hips as he starts to fuck you from behind, your back curving as you gladly take everything he’s offering. Face mangled into your hoard of pillows, your fingers cling to the duvet for some kind of security, at the mercy of Jack who pleases you in all the way he knows how. 

“How hard do you want me to fuck you?” he asks, maybe genuinely because his strength seems somehow restricted, but you’re keening high in your throat at how filthy his words fall from his rosy lips so easily. 

“Harder,” you plead, losing yourself in the pleasure as your one hand shuffles to rub against your neglected clit. “Harder, please.”

And, he obliges, bullying his cock into you as you gasp at the impact. A smack lands against your ass, the supple surface sizzling as your hips retract, Jack’s ironclad grip holding you from escaping any further as his fingers make indents into your skin like notches in a bedpost. 

“Hang on,” his pace slows, breath laboured as you feel him pull out of you reluctantly. “Turn around. I need to see you.”

You squirm against the sheets, easily complying with Jack’s wishes that suit you, your body turning as your sweaty-layered back sticks to the duvet. In the dimmed light of your bedroom, you catch a glimpse of Jack, whose wet curls fall in all the right places and how every outline of his well-built body drives you wild. You catch the shallow rises of his chest and the flush against his cheeks and as he tucks stray strands of hairs behind his ears, his hands find purchase at your thighs and draw you closer. It’s when he looks into your eyes, shameless in the pleasure written all over his face as he pushes into you again that you think you could never get tired of this view. 

Your walls mould to the shape of his cock, sucking him in entirely as you both moan at the feeling. To add fuel to the fire, Jack decides to unfold your legs and hoist them over his shoulders, the new angle burying him even deeper and bringing you closer to the edge. A huff of amusement sounds from Jack as he peers down at your parted lips, wasting no time in fucking you into the mattress as the bed creaks underneath the pressure. His earlier annoyance rears its head in his movements, unsettled irritation laced in the impact of his thrusts, your cunt leaking all around him as he pounds into you relentlessly. So close in proximity, Jack takes the opportunity to caress your cheek, a sweet gesture as your breath hitches, all before his hand slowly drifts down towards your neck. An affirmative nod from you is he needs to tighten his grip, your brewing orgasm intensifying tenfold as he maintains all the eye contact to make you shudder.

He’s balls deep in you, each hard thrust punctuated by the smack of the wooden headboard against the bedroom wall. You feel him all around you like some wicked embrace: in your stomach, your lungs and around your throat, the snug clasp his calloused hand holds against your pressure points lolling your mouth open, gasping at the sheer intensity stewing within you. 

Jack takes the opportunity, wet curls stuck to his forehead, leaning closer as he spits directly into your mouth, as he does onto the ice throughout his games. Something twists violently in you, back arching off the bed as your lips fall close to moan from the deepest parts within you, the taste of Jack on your tongue. 

“Taking me like such a good girl,” he praises, your reflection plentiful in his eyes. “If I’d known you liked this, would have done it a long time ago.”

Everything begins to blur at the edges like an old photograph, bliss engulfing you in its heavenly fire as your skin shimmers with sweat and your nails scrape at Jack’s shoulder - a futile attempt to regain control that had been long lost, your bodies movement forgotten as you squirm and shiver all over. 

Oxygen courses back into your deprived lungs as Jack releases his grip, burning hand against your cheek as his thumb brushes your cheekbone, catching your fluttering eyelashes. “I got you, baby. Got you, princess.”

“Never been fucked,” a whimper escapes when Jack notches that spongy spot that buries your nails into his skin, “like this. Feels-fuck, good.”

He laughs lightly, pace stuttering yet hitting all the right places. “Love giving my pretty girl what she wants,”

You clench around him, embedding your nails into the flesh of his back as your teeth sink into your bottom lip, gaze scattered. “And my pretty girl wants to come, don’t you?”

He poses the rhetorical question with a mean pinch at your clit before pushing a heavy hand down on your lower stomach, the pressure accelerating you towards your fast-approaching orgasm. The sounds pour out of you like a waterfall, eyebrows furrowed as you plead with begging eyes. “Kiss me?”

“Whatever you want, baby.” he breathes, almost whiny as his hand circles around your nape, your figure floating as your lips collide in a messy embrace, rhythm unmatched as your yearning seeps through your teeth. 

Jack captures all your moans in his mouth, the new angle of his thrusts adding to the sloppiness of your wet kiss. The smack of his stuttering hips knocks against your clit in a way that has you seeing beyond, swallowed whole by his galaxy of stars as he gives you one last jerky thrust, teeth nipping at your bottom lip to undo you. Frayed at the seams, you come undone, unravelling in a mess that perfectly matches Jack as he quickly comes after you, coating your walls as your cunt spasms all around him as he rides out his high. 

Once Jack’s shallow thrusts grind to a halt, he slowly pulls out a heavy sigh, locking eyes with you as he runs a finger down your sensitive cunt just to get a shiver out of you. Your eyebrows knit, a flare of annoyance mixed in with fatigue written across your face that draws a humoured snicker from your boyfriend. He collapses down next to you, a kiss pressed against your cheek before you both aimlessly stare up at the ceiling. 

Amusement tugs at the corners of your lips. “You should get angry more often.” 

“I was just about to say the same thing.” agrees Jack, laughter making its home between you two as nothing but sweetness lingers in the air.

“Come on,” he urges, his hand nudging yours, body prying itself off your bed as he goes to stand. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” 

#jh86 #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes one shot #jack hughes fic #jack hughes smut #jack hughes imagine #nhl smut #jack hughes #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #residenthughes

[shivadh]

Imagine losing your rudder out at sea and sending out a distress call. And then the largest ocean-going wooden sailing ship in the world comes to your rescue. [...] To our knowledge it is the first time that an east indiaman, and the first time for Götheborg, to engage in such a rescue.

Tuesday last week, the 25th of April [2023], Götheborg of Sweden was heading for the upcoming portstop in Jersey. Just after 4pm, a distress call was sent by the MRCC regarding a sailing vessel that had lost its rudder and was drifting. Being the closest ship to the sailing boat, Götheborg answered the call. The sailing boat was towed after the Götheborg during the night from the 25th to the 26th of April. In the morning the 26th of April, a French search and rescue boat from the port of Paimpol came and met up off the French coast.

Text from the sailors on the sailing vessel Corto:

On April 25th at 01:00, we left Cherbourg and set sail for Camaret (the tip of Brittany). We are two experienced sailors on board (Simon and me) with the objective of bringing the boat to Southern Brittany.

At 15:30, we were at sea, more than 50 nautical miles from the coast, when our rudder broke. After sending a PAN-PAN call on the VHF radio, the three-masted sailboat Götheborg quickly responded to our call, offering to tow us to Paimpol (France).

We repeatedly emphasized that we were aboard a small 8-meter sailboat, but the response was the same each time: "We are a 50-meter three-masted sailboat, and we offer our assistance in towing you to Paimpol." We were perplexed by the size difference between our two boats, as we feared being towed by a boat that was too large and at too fast a speed that could damage our boat.

The arrival of the Götheborg on the scene was rapid and surprising, as we did not expect to see a merchant ship from the East India Company of the XVIII century. This moment was very strange, and we wondered if we were dreaming. Where were we? What time period was it? The Götheborg approached very close to us to throw the line and pass a large rope. The mooring went well, and our destinies were linked for very long hours, during which we shared the same radio frequency to communicate with each other.

The crew of the Götheborg showed great professionalism and kindness towards us. They adapted their speed to the size of our boat and the weather conditions. We felt accompanied by very professional sailors. Every hour, the officer on duty of the Götheborg called us to ensure everything was going well.

The next day, as we approached the French coast, we radioed for another boat to help us enter the port, but no one responded positively. Around noon, the Götheborg approached us as closely as possible and stayed by our side until the arrival of a French rescue boat to ensure that everything would go well for us before letting us go.

This adventure, very real, was an incredible experience for us. We were extremely lucky to cross paths with the Götheborg by chance and especially to meet such a caring crew.

Dear commander and crew of the Götheborg, your kindness, and generosity have shown that your ship is much more than just a boat. It embodies the noblest values of the sea, and we are honored to have had the chance to cross your path and benefit from your help.

We thank you again for everything you have done for us.

Sincerely,

David Moeneclaey (skipper of the sailboat Corto)

#research #noah deimos #dychev

[judgemark45]

U.S. Navy sailors napping in a 40 mm quadruple gun mount on board the battleship USS New Jersey (BB-62) in December 1944.

[rahhhhhhs-blog]

The Marauder boys as your boyfriend

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ 𝑆𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑢𝑠 𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

He is undoubtedly the most off when it comes to physical touch. He craves intimacy but he can't find a comfortable ground to ask for it

As we all know he had a bad upbringing with his mom, so it changed the way he views physical touch. But that doesn't mean he doesn't want it. He just needs time.

So let's say you're at a point in your relationship you both are comfortable enough with each other, he will start the physical touch.

He'd hold your hand and slowly bring himself closer to you. But don't acknowledge it because he'd shy away.

He's also kinda weird about sudden movement when it comes to you. He makes sure to move slowly when you guys are arguing so he doesn't hit you.

His worst nightmare is becoming like his mother so you best believe if you argue he's having his hands in his pocket and he's in the other side of the room.

He's very attentive though, he can just tell how you're feeling from one glance. He's learned to watch other than talk when it comes to you.

So expect a sudden hand on your lower back or a gift on your bed later on.

✧○ꊞ○ꊞ○•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙○♡๑•୨୧ 𝑱𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝑷𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 ୨୧•๑♡○•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙○ꊞ○ꊞ○✧

Let's get this straight.

He doesn't love you. Hes OBSESSED with you.

We all saw how he's with Lily, now imagine that but 10x as strong and for you.

He's had a softer upbringing than Sirius so he's more affectionate.

He loves cuddles and almost always has to be touching you. It doesn't have to be sexual (although he'd definitely prefer it)

If you sit together he has to be holding your hand, thigh, waist. ANYTHING

He's very big on communication, if you argue he will leave the room so you both can cool off before coming back.

A firm believer is never going to bed angry

He sits down and listens to your side before he puts his side of the story so you both can find a middle ground

On his quidditch matches he EXPECTS you to be there cheering him on with his jersey on

He calls you his "good luck charm" so when the Gryffindor team comes out of the locker rooms he flies to the bleachers for a kiss (McGonagall yells at him for PDA but she's smiling).

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ*:..*:..｡o○ 𝑅𝑒𝑚𝑢𝑠 𝐿𝑢𝑝𝑖𝑛 ○o｡..:*..:*Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

This sweet sweet boy...

Don't be shocked by his tongue of a sailor

If he's not cursing a storm between a sentence he's listening to you rant

He often becomes slightly distant during the full moon so if he becomes aggressive he doesn't hurt you

He does tell you 6 months into the relationship when you start becoming skeptical about his absence alot

If you're having a bad day you better expect him to make you some tea and listen to your rants as he plays with your hair softly

He's also kinda iffy about touch, not because you did anything wrong.

But because he's ashamed of his scars and doesn't want you to be close to them

He slowly becomes more open to it when you remind him how you love him for his mind and soul not body (it's just a + to it😻)

He always has extra chocolate in his pockets when it's the time of the month (for the girl readers)

He naturally has a big wave of body heat so his hands are always on your stomach or back giving it massages to alleviate the cramps

But he also just has it in his pocket so you can munch on when you're feeling like chewing on something (for the guys/theys)

If you're having a hard time sleeping he will read to you softly till you fall asleep. Then he'd go to do perfect duties before coming back to cuddle you

#remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #remus lupin x reader #sirius black x reader #james potter x reader #fluff #light angst

[jayqc80]

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[tteokdoroki]

hiii hey hockey au midoriya for you my friends

you don’t know shit about hockey let’s start with that, but you’re probably on the figure skating team and come to practice late at night not knowing the campus’ hockey team is booked in for today too. they’re already on the rink, big, rowdy and loud— a little too intimidating to ask to give you the rink since your name is already on the time sheet for this session.

you think of leaving, sneaking out the back but your sneakers squeak on the rubber flooring outside the rink and suddenly this team of huge men is staring you down— pushing and shoving at each other, whispering about how cute you are, no doubt making comments on you until someone makes their way over, leaning over the edge with his helmet flipped up and a smile that makes your knees woozy.

“hi there,” oh you’re fucked, oh he’s pretty. big green eyes, matching hair curled just above them— freckles and a crooked nose from how many times it’s probably been broken. hockey au midoriya reaching a big gloved hand out to yours, apologetically smiling over at you. “i’m so sorry about this, do you mind if we use the rink for a little longer? i saw your name on the sign up sheet but my team has a big game soon and—“

“yeah; that’s fine.”

“yeah?” hockey au midoriya gives you that big smile, makes your head spin and he sounds like an angel when he laughs breathily while talking to you. “thank you, give me your number so i can text when we’re done.”

hockey au midoriya you realise is only ever as sweet as he is with you— on campus he’s kind, shy despite all the girls and guys that flock him for the muscles in his back that ripple and the biceps that look like they could crush and his height that lets him tower over people and reach the highest shelves in the library. he talks to fans with patience but doesn’t believe they’re actually his, he uses his popularity on campus for sweet things like raising money for better books— he’s got the chance to go pro, handles the media well too.

but when he’s with you it’s like the notch has been turned up, always leaving you drinks out when your practice begins as his ends, bringing a spare jersey ( clean ) of his for when he stays to walk you back to campus late at night.

he’s bashful when you ask him to stay and watch you figure skate on the ice, when he asks you for pointers on speed. hockey au midoriya who’s cheeks then red when you watch him wipe the floor with his huge teammate kirishima during drills with cones, who tells you it’s fine with a wobbly voice after bakugou gives him a busted lip on the rink for fucking up a shot ( he got distracted by you walking in right on time ) and has you worriedly fawning over him.

hockey au midoriya who invites you to that one game he mentioned weeks ago and you have to force your eyes up to look into his because he’s just showered after practice and you’re on your way out— and his nipples are right in your fucking face, chest broad and bristling with laughter when you breathe out a simple. “yeah sure.”

you’re not prepared to see how much of a fucking bully hockey au midoriya can be when he’s in a real life game— backing kirishima up on the defence, cursing like a sailor when he misses a shot and gets up in the faces of the other team. you squeal in your seat, still shy and unlike the rest of their supporters but rush to your feet whenever deku makes a clean shot or score— screaming his name loud and proud.

seeing you there has hockey au midoriya smiling so bright, ripping off his helmet and chucking it down on the ice— curly hair matted over his eyes as he blows you a kiss and his team rounds up on him to tease him before everyone resets on their positions.

but then throughout the rest of the match, the other team makes him a target— keeping him up against the barriers as he zips across the ice, making snarky little comments about ‘how good a fuck the sweet girl with his jersey and number on will make’, it’s throwing deku off, pissing him off and bringing out the big bad player in him. the crowd goes wild and your stomach drops when he throws down his hockey stick, strips his helmet and gloves and grabs the nearest opposing player by the jersey.

hockey au midoriya’s knee goes straight into this guy’s stomach, elbow into his shoulder and fist straight into his face. he’s red hot, angry and cursing up a fucking storm not giving the guy a chance to breathe with kicks and punches flying about the place. not even the referee whistle can stop him.

it’s not until another member of the oposing team grabs deku and socks him in the jaw, but he’s up at it again— taking sucker punches to the face, breaking his nose again and smiling through the blood streaming from his nose and mouth.

‘cause it doesn’t matter to him, no one fucks with hockey au midoriya’s girl.

#deku x reader #deku drabbles #hockey au #so i got carried away #tteokdoroki #🗑. aali’s chatroom

[colonel--sarge]

THE DREAM PACK AS DESCRIBED IN THE DREAM THIEVES

Joseph kavinsky

- gold chain necklace (pg 26)

- refugee's face (hollow eyed and innocent) (pg 26)

- long nose (pg 49)

- hollowed out heavy-lidded eyes (pg 49)

- dark, arched eyebrows (pg 49)

- spiked hair (pg 49)

- a small earring (pg 49)

- chain around his neck (pg 49)

- white tank top (pg 49)

- always moving (pg 49)

- "something erratic and vulgar about the full line of his lips" (pg 49)

- lives in a "hellish affluent subdivision" (pg 95)

- screws up the shift from third to fourth (pg 97)

- "hummed with a restless, unpredictable energy" (pg 180)

- "...erasing the ribs from his concave torso" (pg 211)

- "with his hollow cheeks, he was a ghoul in this light" (pg 212)

- "...was late, as always" (pg 266)

- wears white-rimmed sunglasses (pg 267)

- "...wore a white tank top, and his exposed shoulder was raw and beautiful as a corpse" (pg 268)

- "...the vein-covered peaks of kavinsky's knuckles..." (pg 284)

- his father: rich and powerful and Bulgarian, lived in Jersey where he was possibly a mobster (pg 313)

- his mother: tanned and fit and make with non-factory-standard parts, lived in the suburban mansion with kavinsky (pg 313)

- the rumor was: his mothers nasal septum had been eaten away by cocaine and his fathers patriarchal instinct had died when kavinsky tried to kill him (pg 313)

- "is it true that you tried to kill your father?"(said by ronan) "I never try to do anything, man. i do what i mean to" (kavinsky's response) (pg 313)

- "he tried to kill me" (talking about his father) (pg 314)

-  "his eyes glittered. he had no irises. just black and white" (pg 314)

- "the line of this smile was ugly and lascivious" (pg 314)

- "his already keen expression sharpened when he saw Ronan's dream object" (pg 315)

- heavy-lidded eyes (pg 315)

- "he was too high for food to be very interesting as anything besides a concept" (pg 317)

- "my favorite forgery is prokopenko" (pg 369)

- "...with that slow, despicable laugh in his voice" (pg 403)

- "I got away with dear old dad. and prokopenko. and no offense to your brother, but they were a lot more complicated" (pg 403)

- wears cargo pants (pg 411)

- "kavinsky looked at ronan, his eyes dead" (pg 412)

- his last words: "the worlds a nightmare" (pg 425)

- "he crumpled to his knees and then slumped gracelessly off the car" (pg 425)

- "but he had been dying since ronan met him." (pg 425)

prokopenko 

- one shoulder crooked and higher than the other (pg 214)

- ears like wing nuts (pg 214)

- has a matching Golf with Swan (pg 268)

skov

- drives an rx-7 (pg 268)

swan

- has a matching Golf with proko (pg 268)

Jiang 

- drives a Supra (pg 268)

BONUS!

nicknames that kavinsky has called ronan

- sweetheart (pg 284)

- rain man (pg 299)

- princess (pg 309)

- sailor (pg 312)

- sweetie (pg 409)

#the raven cycle #joseph kavinsky #ronan lynch #the dream thieves #the dream pack #prokopenko