#Boat Fabrics

[motoroil-recs]

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A stimboard for Capitan [Incredibox Xrun] with imagery related to pirates, nighttime, the full moon, velvet, treasure and oil lamps in maroon, gold and dark indigo.

[a-thing-named-it]

Will Graham stimboard

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[deadboystims]

pirate foxy stimboard with plushies and pirate stims for anon !!

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[spoohie]

I found a stuffed toy for Vil.

Look at this shit. It’s a potato. Someone get his credit card; he needs it whether he knows it or not:

Epel: Ah don’t give a darn tootin’ about this goshdarned hair routine!

Vil: *chucks the potato stuffy at him*

Rook: Roi du Poison! My discerning eye has caught that you’ve gained an ounce-

Vil: *chucks the potato stuffy at him*

Neige: *exists*

Vil: *accidentally throws potato stuffy with force to kill*

[divinekangaroo]

[benjisstims]

Stede Bonnet from Our Flag Means Death stimboard!

With: ocean, fabric, slime, and boat stims, and a white+blue color scheme

Made for: Me!

Gif credits: 🌊/🤍/🌊 - 🤍/🌊 - 🤍/🌊/🤍

[wildbeautifuldamned]

Vintage Dollhouse Wallpaper Dutch Tile Red White 112, 3 Sheets Windmill Ship ebay Jojo's Thrifts

[galleryofart]

The Return

Artist: Joseph Edward Southall (English, 1861-1944)

Date Created: 1930

Medium: Tempera On Fabric

Collection: Newstead Abbey, Nottingham City Museums and Galleries, Newstead Village, United Kingdom

A view over a fortified bay. In the foreground to the left are two women on a high bank, one seated on the grass in grey dress, with mustard coloured shoes and a blue hat with green bands. There is a red book on a rock beside her. The other woman stands. She wears a red hat, a salmon dress with white collar and cuffs. She waves a handkerchief and her white scarf also waves in the wind. On the still water below are sailing ships, casting long reflections on the water. On a small boat lower right, two figures appear to return the woman's wave.

[fabstraits]

Samsung S22+, F/2.2 - 1/100s - 13mm - ISO 80

[k00299892]

LSAD RADIUS Project

Week 3 Part 2

3/10/23

Today I used wire to make a 3d version of a boat it was difficult at first but once I started making it with wire it slowing made shape and resembled a boat

I used fabric as tracing paper to trace over a drawing I did of the Curragower boat club using pen.

I used a sewing needle and thread over the drawing I did to bring the drawing to life and give a different texture to my drawing.

[cygnusposts]

Dream interpretation is so funny because sometimes it's really complex and sometimes it's literally just "I was bleeding to death and nobody would help me"

[ghw-archive]

[bevanne46]

2 Anchors Aweigh Décor Pillows

16” Décor Pillow with the Words “Anchors Aweigh” on White with Wave like Quilt Stitching. Machine Embroidered Words in Navy Blue on the Front Only. Sail Boats, Row Boats, Bath Houses, Anchors and Seagulls on a Blue Ocean on the Back.

18” Décor Pillow with the Words “Anchors Aweigh” on Sailboat Fabric on the Front. Sail Boats, Row Boats, Bath Houses, Anchors and Seagulls on a Blue Ocean on the Back.

Zipper Closure on the Bottom of Both Sizes Pillow Inserts Included. Perfect for Sofa, Porch, Bed or Floor.

Purchase them in my Tedooo Shop: https://www.tedooo.com/product/67a4592f092c1953f88ebeb8 https://www.tedooo.com/product/67a457ea092c1953f88ebe10

[tenth-sentence]

Drop a coin on a smoothly sailing ship, Galileo said, and it will hit your foot just as it would on dry land.

"The Fabric of the Cosmos" - Brian Greene

[hxltic]

First time makin out with Bakugo.

suggestive!!

Ur laying down, splayed on top of him, but who can say anything about it? You saw the black tee and sweatpants combo he flaunts while he was casually making food in the kitchen. You’d practically jumped him.

But he didn’t mind; his temper deteriorates later into the night, so the only thing he can feel right now is your fingers wrapped around his neck and your lips slowly dancing against his. Not that he had much of a temper around you anyway.

He groans satisfactorily in the back of his throat. The pads of his fingers creep up the thighs sat on either side of his hips and trickle just under the fabric of your shorts. There was no point getting under the covers of the dark bedroom, the only light came from a candle on the dresser from sometime earlier when you were cleaning, and the only sounds emanated from you two.

That moment he gently tugs your lip between his teeth, just to release it and grin tiredly when you hum in response. At the same time, you shift above him, turning your head into a deeper kiss.

His lips are so soft. They move perfectly against yours, molding like they were made for each other. He looks so content like this, sharing a sultry kiss with you, his body completely relaxed. Mostly.

Your tongue slips out to meet with his as if it had been done a billion times. His touch sends fire through your skin, and with each movement he gets even closer, your heart feels like it’s about to pound through your ribs; however, despite how it appears to be, he is in the same breathless boat. Your hand only disconnects from him to brush the falling tendrils of hair behind your ear.

There was a hardness growing beneath you that made your heart beat ten times faster, but nothing was done about it. He ignored it—instead trailing one of his palms up and down the span of your back while the other reaches a little further.

His brows furrow a bit when he inquires as softly as possible, in his gruff voice, “You’re not wearin’ anything under these tiny shorts?”

You dip your head back to his lips, taking them in sensually. Of course, he returns it, but the question is left in the air. Your mouth leaves his so you can leave slow, needy kisses along his jaw that gradually cover his neck, and when you come back up, the answer is given as a whisper. “Hmm…thong.”

He blinks open his orbs swimming with fire and a glint of amusement. The hand on your back then moves to your nape so he can tug you down to him, already feeling the withdrawal of your taste. Simultaneously, his fingers inch all the way up until he can feel the garment himself.

He effortlessly slips his finger under the thin string and lifts it until he can’t anymore so that it delicately snaps back into place. His tongue soars deeper into yours when you react with a small gasp.

He smiles with a low sound deep in his chest, “Seems like you want somethin’ from me.”

“I do,” you breathe. “Didn’t wear it for nothing.”

It’s then he rolls over, taking you with him onto your back.

©️hxltic

[actual-corpse]

Since I was determined to shower....

I kicked and screamed until the beast hud away.

And I continued to show force.

For I am bigger

And I am at the top of the food chain