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Forgot I made this BookIrving lmao. Welcome to the dumb blonde club, irving!!! we’re so glad to have you.
#kind of guy to listen to Maroon5 and The Fray (me)#him getting frostbite repeatedly is so cute#and then believing crozier when he says his limbs will fall off in two minutes 😭😭😭😭#the terror#the terror by dan simmons#my art#john irving#jirving#lady silence#amc the terror#the terror amc#artists on tumblr
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something something Nico always needs to be the top when hugging
#Jack Hughes#Nico Hischier#Jesper Bratt#John Marino#Dawson Mercer#New Jersey Devils#Devils#NJD#He enveloped all of them in his arms before everyone else joined the fray
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Almost, if not every fandom I’ve ever been in has at least 1(one) titanic AU fanfic somewhere and all I gotta ask is, where is this alternate universe Kayne, where tf is it 🔫
#where’s my 2 VHS cases feature film of the 1997 James Horner TITANIC with Arthur and John plopped into the fray#WHERE#I’m a simple woman I feast on these AU fics without shame#malevolent#arthur lester#malevolent podcast#ramblings#john doe
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various things with @/ottosbigtop's ocs :]
#gryph.png#trolls#trolls oc#queen barb#trolls john dory#fray and the archipelagos#oc: ignis#oc: hob#bruce's old drag group... really good i love them a lot :]#also more with . one. of them ^-^#not yet though. that's a bigger project#ahhhhh#oc: fray#oc: cub#oc: argo#oc: breeze#okay 👍
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Saint John the Baptist, Fray Juan Bautista Maino, 1613
#Saint John the baptist#st John the baptist#fray Juan bautista maino#maino#1613#1610s#1600s#17th century#painting#saint#baroque#art
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Angus Og, God of Love and Courtesy, Putting a Spell of Summer Calm on the Sea, by John Duncan, 1908.
John Duncan's Angus Og is a delicate beauty, wrapped in a golden ribbon. His skin and hair look soft to the touch; his voice and manner must be equally pleasant. If this was a contemporary painting it would be considered too scandalous today, we modernlings are decidedly more prudish than the Edwardian British intelligencia. There are some clashing view points in this image itself; Edwardian British society considered the body of a young man as asexual; young men could swim nude in public or go skinny dipping in rivers and no one thought anything of it, while women and girls were forbidden to act this way. However the subject is an ancient male god of love, beauty and fertility, the Celtic equivalent of Frej. Frej, much to my disappointment, is regularly depicted as roided and bearded, despite him representing the beauty of Scandinavian men like Bjorn Andresen and Olaf Andersen. Where are the long, white limbs and thick, golden curls of European youths to be found in contemporary media? Gods and symbols of male desire have become too aggressive and harsh for my tastes, if not erased altogether. Frej is just as important a god as Thor and Odin, but he is hardly present in modern adaptations of Germanic Myth. Even his sister, Freja, now, is increasingly absent or treated with contempt.
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The Dean said the King would not insist on this point of free consent, and he confessed that the King frequented the society of a lady of a noble house, whom it was reported the King intended to marry, if he obtained a divorce. Mentioned a report that the King wished to marry this lady to legitimate by subsequent marriage a son whom he had by her; but the Dean said that this son was by another lady, who was already married. Said he had never heard of this, and he thought that the King's love for another than his wife must be for the mother of his son. Remarked also on the suspicious nature of the King's intimacy with the lady in question; but the Dean said he had never heard anything of it. Asked him if he knew these two ladies, and whether they were beautiful, worth leaving his wife for. He said he knew them both, and the mother of his son was eloquent, gracious, and beautiful, but the other lady was more beautiful still. Suggested that the King must have been charmed by potions, or otherwise; but the Dean said he had not heard of anything of the kind.
"Rapport de M. Loys Helwighen touchant l'home de Louvain." Loys de Heylwigen, of the Emperor's council in Brabant, was supping with the porter of the castle of Louvain on 22 June 1532 [...]
add to tags: elizabeth blount's preeminent biographer agrees that this is indeed the correct translation....
When Heylwigen pressed the dean on the two ladies, Barlow [conceded] that Bessie was indeed beautiful, eloquent, and gracious, although [commented] that Anne Boleyn was also a beauty.
...except somehow, also, doesn't?
In contemporary sources Bessie was commonly referred to as a beauty with the Dean of Westbury stating, when she was aged around thirty, that she was more beautiful than the king's second wife, Anne Boleyn.
so. if i wasn't confused before...
#elizabeth blount#anne boleyn#oooh ok ... eloquent and gracious was about elizabeth blount then? and the more beautiful still was anne?#primary sources#curious and curiouser#john barlow#i often see this dismissed on one of two grounds:#one; that 'even' anne's chaplain said this = she was unattractive#(that blount was more so)#two; that since this is her chaplain of course he's going to praise her#mind you 'the most beautiful woman in the world' comes from fray diego; the woman's confessor at the time#yet is always taken at complete face value#ive also read SO many variations of this quote i no longer know what to believe#gw bernard claims it was 'more eloquent and graceful; more truly handsome'#i need to find this in the original language to delve in more i think#the sanuto one that's supposed to be a burn also doesn't claim AB was un-attractive#just that she wasn't helen of troy
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y'all ever have that one fave song that makes you sad or wanna cry even if you're in a good mood? cause same 😭
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Outer Banks and Shadowhunters
I am now accepting requests for Outer Banks and Shadowhunters. Feel free to send some in!
#outer banks#john b routledge#jj maybank#kiara carrera#pope heyward#sarah cameron#outer banks imagine#outer banks fanfiction#shadowhunters#jace weyland#clary fray#alec lightwood#isabelle lightwood#magnus bane#simon lewis
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Chapter 1: MUSIC (Part 1)
"Never take a person away from the music they love."
-Matthew Healy (The 1975)
Song Choice: Goes here there isn't one for this post but been blasting The 1975 music as I write this post
I have always been a person who uses music as an escape ever since I was 13 years old. I've gotten through many musical phases throughout the years. I've gone from Broadway Musicals to Pop Punk to Classical etc. etc. Music to me has always been an escape from the problems life has thrown at me...no matter how hard they were or currently are. The only genre I stay clear of is Screamo or anything Heavy Metal and that is just my preference tbh.
Now if we are talking bands, my two favorites of all time are: All Time Low and The 1975. I discovered All Time Low back in the summer of 2013 and more recently it's been the 1975. I've heard that you'll discover music when you need it the most. I want to be able to make dedication posts to both bands which is why is just part one of three.
Music to me is the longest relationship I have ever had in my life and has not failed me or hurt me it's understood me and has been by me when I was all alone. I could be surrounded by people and still feel like there is no one there I can rely on. I do my best to keep to myself because I don't like hurting people or causing trouble so I hide in the pages of books and throw my headphones on and escape. Music speaks to me when no one can (people are busy with their own lives I understand that). Music is how I express how I'm feeling when I don't know how to say the words out loud. Music has been there during the hardest of times and kept me sane. I have people I care about and I know they care about me too but sometimes I don't want to feel like a burden to them by ranting about my issues all the time. I'm just taking it one day at a time nowadays because that's all I can do without going crazy but you'll never see me without a pair of earphones.
In a post later from now (not the next one lol), I'll explain about the two bands who have helped me through my teen years and now adult years...
-❤︎R
#the 1975#all time low#daughtry#three days grace#nickleback#we the kings#mayday parade#the fray#pink floyd#i prevail#skillet#cigarettes after sex#nf real music#john mayer#shawn mendes#music journalism#journaling#music saved my life#journal entry
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He knows
He knows
HE KNOWS HE KNOWS
EVERYTHAAAANG
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#Hunter Hayes#blak majik#Childish Gambino#jack white#john legend#arcade fire#mariah carey#marilyn monroe#carrie underwood#Bob Marley#bruno mars#lil wayne#miranda lambert#michael jackson#black veil brides#The Black Keys#anberlin#the fray#tokio hotel#taylor swift#Youtube
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#Hunter Hayes#blak majik#Childish Gambino#jack white#john legend#arcade fire#mariah carey#marilyn monroe#carrie underwood#Bob Marley#bruno mars#lil wayne#miranda lambert#michael jackson#black veil brides#The Black Keys#anberlin#the fray#tokio hotel#taylor swift#Youtube
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What’s good, John B? || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader
Summary: After finding out John B poached the Camerons' scuba gear and telling Rafe about it, you forget just how crazy he can be.
Warnings: swearing, slight mention of sex, dark!rafe, possesisve/toxic!rafe, mention of gun, reader is abit of a bitch oops.
Word count: 932
A/n: based on s1 rafe + s1 scenes, idk if I like this one tbh, it was just fun to write. PLS SEND ME REQUESTS IM DESPERATE.
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Divider by @yoonitos
With scuba diving gear in hand, John B quietly shuts the door behind him. As he turns, he’s momentarily startled by your presence—the island’s kook princess, Rafe Cameron’s girl—“Oh, hey," you greet him, casually lifting your sunglasses onto your head while John B steals a glance behind you.
“Are you stalking us? Plotting your revenge, huh?” You lean your elbows against the railing, a sarcastic smile playing on your lips. “Yeah, you know what, why don’t you just go tell your boyfriend’s daddy I blew up the bilge on Druthers?” Your annoyance is palpable as a scoff escapes your lips.
You observe as he stows the scuba gear in his boat. “Everything’s good to go. Just toppin’ off these tanks,�� he says with an awkward smile, raising your suspicions. “You know-“ before you can continue, a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist, causing you to cut your sentence short.
As Rafe’s familiar scent envelops you, you instinctively intertwine your fingers with his, savoring the warmth and familiarity of his touch. His lips leave a delicate trail of kisses along your neck, sending shivers down your spine. Meanwhile, John B lingers awkwardly nearby.
Feeling the tension in the air, John B clears his throat, breaking the silence. “What’s good, John B?” Rafe’s voice cuts through the quiet, his tone casual yet tinged with a hint of amusement as he finally lifts his head, his mischievous grin adorning his face, contrasting with the seriousness of the situation.
“What are you- uh- doin’ here? On my boat?” Rafe questions, gesturing around as if to emphasize his point. “Isn’t this your daddy’s boat?” John B tilts his head, while Rafe’s grip around your waist tightens. “What the hell are you doing here, Pogue?” Rafe’s words slice through the tension, his patience fraying at the edges.
“Uh I don’t know if you’ve forgotten Rafe, but I work here. Yep.” John B says, climbing into his boat as Rafe rolls his eyes. “I still don’t know why Dad hired him,” Rafe mutters under his breath, his words carrying a mix of annoyance and confusion. Despite his attempt to keep it quiet, his comment is just audible enough for you to catch, eliciting a smile from you at the subtle jab. “I’m just filling up these tanks,” John B points at the scuba gear. Rafe nods slowly in acknowledgment.
“Uh-huh. Well, move along then,” Rafe waves him off with a dismissive gesture, his expression tinged with annoyance, before he gently tugs you by the hand, leading you back towards the house. As he guides you, his fingers instinctively intertwine with yours, his touch both possessive and protective.
“I don’t want to see you talking to him ever again, got it?” Rafe’s voice rumbles against your hair, his warm breath tickling your skin as he leans in closer, his grip on you tightening with each step.
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Feeling the dryness in your throat, you quietly rise from the bed, careful not to disturb your sleeping boyfriend. Glancing around, you spot Rafe’s shirt haphazardly discarded on the floor from the previous night. You pick it up and slip it onto your body, its fabric enveloping you with a comforting familiarity. Moving silently, you leave the room and make your way to the kitchen.
As you open the fridge, the creak of the rolling doors draws your attention. Your movements halt abruptly as you come face to face with John B. His surprise is evident; he's frozen in place, caught between the two doors with scuba gear in hand, staring at you.
A sudden realization hits you—you’re only wearing Rafe’s shirt. Embarrassed, you tug it down, trying to cover yourself more adequately. "What are you doing here?" you ask, your voice a mix of confusion and curiosity.
"Uh- I'm just dropping off the scuba gear." He awkwardly steps inside, his eyes darting around as if he's unsure where to look. "What are- what are you doing... here?"
You stare at him for a few seconds, incredulous. Was he being serious? "It's my boyfriend's boat," you say pointedly, your tone making it clear just how obvious the answer should have been. John B's face flushes with embarrassment.
"It's also the only place with air conditioning, so Rafe and I are staying here," you add, but before you can finish, John B rudely cuts you off. "Rafe is here?" His tone is sharp, almost accusatory.
You purse your lips, irritated by the interruption. "Yeah. And I don't think he'll be too happy seeing you here again." You cross your arms, the weight of your words hanging in the air.
Deciding to change the topic, your eyes flicker down to the scuba tanks in his hands. "Did you top up the tanks?" you ask, trying to keep your tone neutral but firm. John B's eyes widen slightly before he averts his gaze. "Uh... no. The power's down, so the compressors were off." He clears his throat, shifting uncomfortably.
"So, you're sneaking onto our boat at 5 a.m. with empty tanks?" you retort, tilting your head to the side and nibbling on your bottom lip. Your piercing stare makes him even more nervous. He fumbles for words, glancing around as if looking for an escape. "I'll... I'll make sure to tell Ward," you add, your voice laced with an unspoken threat.
You give him a tight-lipped smile, then turn back around to get a cup, signaling the end of the conversation. Your movements are deliberate, each one emphasizing your displeasure as you busy yourself, leaving John B to contemplate his next move in silence.
"Okay, okay. Cool. Cool," his voice trails off, a nervous edge betraying his attempt at nonchalance. "Just drop these off," he adds hastily, the clattering of the tanks echoing in the confined space. "Yeah, yeah, the middle of the room is fine," you retort, your tone laced with sarcasm as you shoot him a disapproving look.
"Yeah, this is pretty much what he told me to do," he offers weakly, his gaze shifting uncomfortably under your scrutiny. "Bye!" you dismiss him, turning away to retreat back to your room. But just as you begin to leave, John B interrupts again.
"Actually, you know, what- what exactly were you gonna tell Ward?" His laughter sounds forced, a feeble attempt to mask his anxiety. You feign innocence, shrugging casually. "Nothing much. Just that you poached their scuba gear," you reply, your words dripping with casual indifference.
John B's panic is palpable, his eyes widening in alarm. "Calm down, John B. Don't get your knickers all tied up in a knot. I'll tell them what really happened," you reassure him with a sly smile. "The compressors were down, right?" Without waiting for his response, you pivot on your heels and make your way back to Rafe.
"What took you so long?" Rafe's voice is muffled against the pillow as he reaches out for you, his eyes still heavy with sleep. You gently slide into bed beside him, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. "John B was here," you respond quietly.
At the mention of John B's name, Rafe perks up, his expression shifting from drowsy to alert in an instant. "John B was here? What the fuck was he doing here?" He throws the blankets off of him, the sudden motion jolting him awake as he hurriedly begins to dress.
"Rafe," you try to interject, but he doesn't seem to hear you over his rising agitation. "Rafe!" you raise your voice slightly, finally catching his attention. "He's gone now," you reassure him, though the tension in the air remains palpable.
"Well, what was he doing on my boat this early in the morning and- and what did I fucking tell you about not talking to that pogue, hmm?" Rafe's voice is sharp, his grip on your forearm tight as he confronts you, his frustration evident.
"He poached your scuba gear, Rafe. And he was trying to sneak them back without anyone noticing," you explain calmly, meeting his gaze evenly as you observe the conflicting emotions playing across his features.
"Shit. Wait until dad hears about this," Rafe mutters, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips despite his anger, a familiar gleam of mischief in his eyes.
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Walking out to the backyard to retrieve your sunglasses, the warm sunlight filtering through the trees, you feel a sudden grip on your arm. Startled, you turn to see John B standing there, his expression tense with anger.
"What-" you begin, but he cuts you off sharply. "I just got fired because of you, and I know you can't imagine that, but some people need jobs so that they can eat," he accuses, his voice dripping with resentment. In his frustration, he slaps away the sunglasses you were holding, the clatter as they hit the ground echoing in the quiet backyard.
Before you can respond, the tension is shattered by the sound of Rafe's voice. "What the fuck do you think you're doin', man?" His tone is menacing as he strides over to where the two of you are standing, his demeanor radiating fury.
Rafe's sudden appearance catches John B off guard, but he stands his ground, his jaw clenched in defiance. "Y/n, get your ass inside," Rafe commands without even sparing you a glance, his attention solely focused on John B.
"But-" you attempt to protest, but Rafe's next words cut you off sharply. "Now!" His voice is commanding, sending a shiver down your spine. With a timid nod, you obey, hurrying back into the comforting embrace of Tannyhill.
Around 10 minutes later, Rafe strides back into his room, his footsteps heavy with a mix of frustration and determination. As soon as you see him, you jump up from the bed and wrap your arms around him in a tight embrace. He's slightly taken aback by the sudden gesture but responds by pulling you closer, his embrace firm and reassuring, his hand gently stroking your hair.
"Are you okay? What happened?" you ask, concern evident in your voice as you pull back to look at him. It's only then that you notice the bruise forming around his eye, and your worry deepens.
"Yeah, don't worry about me. That pogue will soon find out he fucked up," Rafe says, his voice edged with a quiet resolve as he gazes off into the distance, his thoughts elsewhere.
"What- Rafe-" you begin, but he brushes past you and opens his drawers, pulling out a gun. Your heart drops at the sight, fear coursing through your veins. "Rafe," you whisper, your voice trembling with apprehension. "Please don't do anything stupid, please."
He turns to face you, the gun in his hand, but his expression softens into a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, sweetheart. He won't be bothering us anymore very soon," he reassures you, his tone calm yet filled with a chilling determination that sends a shiver down your spine.
#fanfiction#rafe cameron x reader#rafe outer banks#rafe cameron fanfiction#rafe fanfiction#rafe smut#rafe imagine#outerbanks rafe#rafe x reader#rafe cameron x you#rafe cameron outer banks#dark rafe cameron#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron imagine#rafe cameron x y/n#rafe cameron x female reader#rafe x you#rafe x y/n#rafe fic#drew starkey x female reader#drew starkey x y/n#drew starkey fanfiction#drew starkey x reader#drew starkey#drew starkey smut#drew starkey imagine#outer banks#obx#obx fanfiction#outer banks x reader
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Old naval slang
A small collection of terms from the 18th - early 20th century that were and probably still are known among sailors.
Admiralty Ham - Royal Navy canned fish Batten your hatch - shut up Beachcomber - a good-for-nothing Cape Horn Fever - feigned illness Cheeseparer - a cheat Claw off - to avoid an embarrassing question or argument Cockbilled - drunk Cumshaw - small craft - Chinese version of scrimshaw Dead Marine - empty liquor bottle Donkey's Breakfast - mattress filled with straw Dunnage - personal equipment of a sailor Flying Fish sailor - sailor stationed in Asian waters Galley yarn - rumour, story Hog yoke- sextant Holy Joe - ship's chaplain Irish hurricane- dead calm Irish pennant - frayed line or piece of clothing Jamaican discipline - unruly behaviour Knock galley west - to knock a person out Leatherneck - a marine Limey - a British sailor Liverpool pennant - a piece of string used to replace a lost button Loaded to the guards - drunk Old Man - captain of the ship One and only - the sailor's best girl On the beach - ashore without a berth Pale Ale - drinking water Quarterdeck voice - the voice of authority Railroad Pants - uniform trousers with braid on the outer leg seam Railway tracks - badge of a first lieutenant Round bottomed chest - sea bag Schooner on the rocks - roast beef and roast potatoes Show a leg - rise and shine Sling it over - pass it to me Slip his cable - die Sundowner - unreasonable tough officer Swallow the anchor - retire Sweat the glass - shake the hour glass to make the time on watch pass quickly - strictly forbidden ! Tops'l buster - strong gale Trim the dish - balance the ship so that it sails on an even keel Turnpike sailor - beggar ashore, a landlubber claiming to be an old sailor in distress Water bewitched - weak tea White rat - sailor who curries favor with the officers
Sailors' Language, by W. Clark Russell, 1883 Soldier and Sailor Words and Phrases. Edward Fraser and John Gibbons, 1925 Sea Slang, by Frank C. Bowen, 1929 Royal Navalese, by Commander John Irving, 1946 Sea Slang of the 20th century, by Wilfried Granville, 1949 The Sailor's Word Book, by Admiral W.H. Smyth, 1967
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everyone’s all about the divorces until they’re watching one live. smh…
Can’t believe the left arm and right arm are beefing( right in front of my salad)
Hey alright stay out of this!
Unless you're the right foot, in that case I need to have some serious words with you
#hey…feet?#we need a word#i fear this has gone too far#there are like. four of you#and you’re all fighting about who is canonically controlled by john#there are also two sets of eyes#this is not tma#choose delegates and return to the fray
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