#boardmen

[fieriframes]

[Boardmen.]

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big mark's big big drum

[sageglitch]

wu&io is now my only personality trait so sorry to everyone bc im gonna be SO annoying

[peoples-problem]

I got myself a custom Lovejoy hoodie and shirt!

I really love how they turned out and wanted to share <3

[madmonksandmaenads]

HI SLUTS! Guess who got high and started looking through sailboat racing archives? THIS GIRL! I have returned from my spiritual journey to deliver onto you the choicest of Skipjack and "Log Canoe" photos. You're welcome.

Skipjacks are oyster harvesting ships designed around a legal loophole. Oyster dredgers had their power legally limited by being restricted to only one mast, so how do you keep dredging more oyster. STUFF THAT ONE MAST WITH AS MUCH SAIL AS POSSIBLE

Look at her! One Mast, 4 sails, 0 problems!

With the advent of motor boats many skipjacks and their cousins the "Log Canoes" were abandoned in favor of motorized dredgers. In boggy marshes these princes of the Chesapeake were left to molder, open graves for all to view their majesty in decay.

modern skipjacks are a popular racing vessel and they are beautiful sights dancing on the bay. I just want these two boats to kiss so bad.

"Log Canoes" are the smaller, crazier cousins of the Slipjacks. Originally made from hollowed out logs, they were continuously optimized for SPEED! This is because the first oysterman to return to the Buy Boat(big boats that bought fresh oysters from other boats to sell in market) would get the best price for their oysters, so every day was racing day.

Log Canoes have also become a modern racing boats carrying on the tradition of teeny tiny boats going ridiculously fast. You can see in these photos that they are so small, and their sails are so big, that they need "Boardmen" whose job it is to put down and then sit on long boards. These sluts are living counterweights to make sure that when the boat is moving perpendicular to the wind it doesn't capsize.

and if they mess up they will capsize, and then you're left looking like an idiot until you either manage to right the ship or the regata's official comes by in their boat.

Also I don't know why but middle-aged dads have never looked sluttier than when they are hanging off a tiny sailing vessel with their legs all stretched out trying not to fall into the Bay.

[heaveninawildflower]

Photographs of London taken from 'Street Life in London', 1877  by John Thomson and Adolphe Smith.

1) Street Advertising

2) The London Boardmen

3) The Street Locksmith

4) Mush Fakers and Ginger Beer Men (’Mush fakers’ were umbrella makers and repair men - ( umbrellas look like fake mushrooms)

5) Flying Dustmen

6) Italian Street Musicians

7) Public Disinfectors

8) Dealer in Fancy Ware

9) The Old Clothes of St Giles

10) Covent Garden Flower Women.

Images and text information courtesy LSE Digital Library.

This item is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike (CC BY-NC-SA 3.0) license.

[parkersjiggle]

Tony bored at work, and peter right here, looking up at him from his spot between his legs, on his knees under tony's desk and blowjobbing him.

Hey! Hope you don’t mind but I took some creative liberty and made it public blowjobs. It’s my first time writing anything with smut so, hope u like it.

TW: smut, public blowjobs, accidental voyeurism?

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“Fuck,” Tony sighs, leaning in closer as he grabs Peter’s shoulders and shoves him down on the table in the executive meeting room. His stomach churns with a feeling of arousal and want. “Kid, I know we shouldn’t be doing this in here, but you just look so pretty right now.”

Their bodies are close enough for Tony to feel the heat radiating off of Peter. Tony snaps. He closes the gap between them, kissing Peter harshly. His mouth is hot and soft against his; it’s messy and rough. Just the way Peter likes it. When Peter gasps, Tony licks into his mouth, tasting him, drawing a loud moan from the back of Peter’s throat. Peter’s hands grip at Tony’s hair, pulling him in closer as his tongue pushes against Tony’s.

Tony comes up for air, gasping. Peter’s a little breathless too, pupils blown, lips parted and just the tiniest hint of beard burn on his chin. He takes great pride in the boy’s undoing. If this is the last thing Tony sees, he’s pretty sure he’ll die a happy man.

Tony dips down to kiss peter’s jaw, trailing rough kisses down his neck, scraping his lips and tongue along his throat. He sucks a bruise into the skin above his collarbone and Peter inhales sharply, shuddering. “Please, Mr. Stark, please.” Peter voice cracks over a moan and if it’s not just the hottest thing Tony has ever heard, God.

But as quickly as it started, it all comes to an end when they hear the door creaking open. 10 AM meeting. Pepper. Shit. Why didn’t he lock the door? Tony Stark is so, so, so screwed.

Luckily Peter’s quick reflexes save the day and he manages to hide under the table just in time.

“Tony?” Shit. Tony must look like a disheveled hot mess right now. “What are you doing here already? In fact, what are you doing here at all?” She questioned. “I believe you sent an email yesterday? Something about a meeting discussing the new prototype that I just had to be here for.” He responded casually, clearing his throat. “Yeah I did, but you never listen to me and now you’re not only here, you’re also early. What’s going on?” She narrowed her eyes at him.

“I’ve been such a good boy this week, Pep. I truly don’t deserve this suspicion. You want me here and then when I show up and do as I’m told you start doubting me? Make up your mind, woman.” Tony playfully rolled his eyes. Pepper looked a little guilty for distrusting him. “Alright then, the rest of the board will be here any second. Sit down while I get you some water. You look like you need it.”

Tony sat down and when Pepper had her back turned, he quickly shot Peter a warning look that said “behave or else.” However, the smug smirk that masked Peter’s face predicted nothing but mischief.

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“Mr. Stark, I’m so glad you could grace us with your presence.” One of the boardmen said. What was his name again? David? Dennis? Dumbass? It didn’t matter. He seemed a little surprised, as if he didn’t expect Tony to be here. Well, who could really blame him.

“Uhu, I’ve got places to be, people to do so can we speed this up maybe?” He responded with a wink. Pepper just looks at him, with that arch in her brow raised in a way that signifies annoyance... he got that look a lot.

He really really tries to pay attention, but when nimble fingers fumble with Tony’s belt buckle, undoing it surprisingly quickly and hands slowly start to palm the growing bulge in Tony’s pants, his mind goes blank.

Hands immediately turn to the front of Tony’s slacks, tugging at the zipper. Suddenly he feels a warm mouth at the bulge in his briefs. Tony feels his cock twitch. “Jesus,” he says on exhale and everyone turns his attention to him. He manages to recover from his slip as quickly as his hazed mind allows him; “Why are we going on and on about the hardware and software integration? Move on to the next topic, we get it.” It’s not like they weren’t used to him being snarky, it’s all Peter’s fault anyway.

Peter takes his cock out and Tony gets sidetracked by the feeling of cool air hitting his aching cock. And then, fuck, Peter leans forward and softly kisses the tip. He knows he’s doomed, that all semblance of coherent thoughts are long gone. Peter knew just how to touch him, how to pleasure him. They’ve been together long enough to know what makes the other tick, what makes them fall apart into a pleading and trembling mess. Tony puts all his effort into maintaining a stoic expression.

Peter laps at the head of Tony’s cock once it’s pressed against his lips, digging his tongue into the slit just to hear Tony’s breath hitch. Peter pulls his own cock out of his boxers, squeezing it. It’s making a mess in his lap. His mouth stretches around Tony’s cock, sinking lower slowly. His hand, still wet from his own leaking mess, wraps around the part he can’t quite reach, stroking him into his mouth. Tony’s fingers curl around the table and he’s having a really hard time keeping his breath under control and his hands to himself.

Tony couldn’t help it; he let out what seemed like a painful moan when Peter’s tongue was doing something very interesting to the underside of his cock.

Pepper actually had the decency to look worriedly at him “Tony? Are you alright? Are you sick?” He swallows “Yeah actually I think I might be coming down with something. You know what? Meeting adjourned. See you all tomorrow. There’s the door” he waved in the direction of the door. “Leave.”

“But, sir, this is very crucial. We must-“ the boardmen quickly got interrupted “Dismissed.” He gave the man a cruel state that clearly stated “I’m the boss here.”

The second everyone left, Tony yanked Peter from underneath the desk by his hair, not entirely unpainful.

“Up on all fours, slut” Tony demands as he quickly unbuttons his dress shirt, cocking bobbing in the air. He’s dizzy with need, and his lips move of their own accord “You know Daddy’s gonna have to punish you for being such a bad needy boy, right?”

“Please, punish me Daddy.”

[simple-happiness-channel]

An early morning walk on the bridge.. Samuel Boardmen natural bridges... Southern Oregon Coast #southern #landscape

[inhcritance]

A few decades, perhaps, but then again... for an immortal, or for the really long-lived, regulations and paperwork probably changed too fast to keep up with. Or to bother keeping up with, given the many people that served them and made sure they were relatively unbothered by the law... or by hunters they didn't want to meet. And truly, Harry had too much experience dealing with some of the boardmen at Oscorp, much more than he'd like.

But that, right then, didn't really matter. They were enough of a headache at Oscorp, given how Harry was not about to let them harm any human there, and much less Gwen.

At least his cat didn't have to worry about Oscorp, given how they were not welcome to visit Harry's place, not that he expected him to be friendly with them. Nor would he ask him too.

"Maybe." Harry mused. "Or maybe we'll have to prove ourselves worthy, somehow." He joked.

Then again, considering how the cat had been the one to decide he was moving in with Harry, who knew.

"And smelling like livestock is indeed dangerous... even if it would keep away a lot of people in the city." He added, before crossing his arms in thought at the newest addition to the list of creatures they were considering.

"They are similar enough." He conceded, as he stood up, then went to get paper and two pencils from one of the drawers closer to the table he usually worked from. "Elusive large creatures that live in the wilderness, might or might not be cousins of the human species." He added. "On the one hand, they could be dangerous, but on the other... I don't think they hunt people?" He considered, leaving the paper between them and grabbing one of the pencils, starting to write down what they'd already decided.

@localwebslingers

It was thought about briefly and Peter hummed, "Guess after the first few decades being undead, little things like paperwork for keeping pets kinda seems pointless, huh?" several laws probably were deemed unnecessary or treated like they didn't apply, actually. From what he'd heard, vampires had their own sets of rules among their own that were more seriously stuck to, but there wasn't exactly a way to prove that for himself. It wasn't like they openly invited other species to come sit in on meetings with them or share how their portion of the world operated.

He guessed it was fair, werewolves tended to keep their own way of things within their own packs. The same could probably be said for just about anyone else out there.

Peter laughed at the gruff sounding response from the cat tower, "Aww, one day he'll share his wisdom with us, we just have to be patient." oh that cat was absolutely listening to them. He was sure of that, and once again wondered how in the world Harry had found him in the first place. Maybe it was the other way around, it was hard to say.

"I think the real lesson here is make sure you smell like a person when you go check the livestock so you don't get mistaken for food." he offered, smiling a little before looking back at the laptop, "Uh, hold on..." he stretched an arm over and shifted slightly to reach the touchpad to scroll down. Stubbornly refusing to just sit upright and lean over to reach it easier. The end result twisting him more for a few seconds before Peter settled back again, "Uh...sasquatch. I think we can probably put the yeti there too, can't we? They're kinda similar, or should we put them each in their own spot?"

There was a pause before he turned his head to see Harry again, "...we might need to make more than ten spots for ranking. And pen and paper."

|| @inhcritance ||

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Thunt the horse at Lovejoy Nashville 2023

[sageglitch]

i made a shirt for lovejoy at shaky knees on friday :p

hand painted bc i dont got fancy person money to buy a cricket

[elytrafemme]

ok back to pebble brain briefly to say. so many of these lyrics hit too close to home for me rn man like. concrete and the fall are fucking. !!! yes you’ve got it you’ve hit the emotion on the head you’ve viciously psychoanalyzed me pls let me go home mr goldsmith soot kabosu and boardmen pls

[denerims-archive]

🍄🍁🌼☄️ for oc you perhaps don't talk too much? 🤔😄

I’ll do this for my protagonist for one of my original concepts - Addie!What are your OCs favourite snacks? Their favourite comfort food which always cheers them up when they’re down? Favourite meal to make? Do they enjoy baking and cooking and are they any good in the kitchen?Addie has a huge sweet tooth and has a soft spot for donuts! She used to work in a little diner in her hometown and one of her favorite things to sneak and take home were the glazed donuts left over from breakfast. Her mom used to make her an amazing chicken potpie that was a great comfort for Addie growing up and she misses it quite a bit. She’s got a working knowledge of the kitchen but it doesn’t get put to much considering she’s undead now.

Where does your OC go when they need to have some time to themself? Would they ever have their own “comfort corner” filled with all the things they like? Do they have a favourite spot outside that feels like its theirs and theirs alone?When Addie was a teenager there was a creek near the back of the apartment complex they moved into after her father passed away and she liked the quiet a lot during a pretty tumultuous time in her life. The closest thing she has to a safe space at the moment is her apartment and she’s done her best to make it feel like home but it always feels like she doesn’t belong still. She misses home a lot.

Who are this characters friends and found family? How did they meet, how long have they been friends for, could they ever be something more than just friends? What do they look for in a friend or a romantic partner?Found family ends up being SO important to her. Family is important in general and with her mother and her not being on speaking terms any longer, she finds an odd group of allies and eventual friends in New York. Originally, Charlie is assigned to watch over and get her adjusted to living closely in vampire society (as she mostly just was solitary her first few years) and the two of them often hang around (read: annoy) Dr. Lang. The trio also gains favor and the attentions of Delphine Deschamps - a very important player in New York vamp politics as well as the wife of one of the boardmen that run the city. Charlie and Addie become very attached to each other and eventually start up a relationship!

Does this OC deserve better treatment from you? Do you make them suffer just a little bit too much? Be nice to them!Okay, I definitely have and will put her through some shit but I’m weak when it comes to any kind of solid bad ending for a character so most likely she’ll end up pretty happy and content at the end. 

[necropotenciaestudio-blog]

#reaperminiatures #bones #boardmen

[mostly-history]

The London Boardmen (1877), from Street Life in London by John Thomson and Adolphe Smith:

"I had, for instance, an occasion of discussing with two boardmen who seemed worthy of a better position. The first had been trained as a smith, and engaged in the making of iron bedsteads. Now, however, smiths are no longer employed for this sort of work. It has been found more expedient and economical to make bedsteads with cast iron, and this change in the mode of manufacture threw many men out of employment, and notably my informant, who gradually sank to that state of misery when street life becomes the only means of existence. The other board man with whom I conversed was an old soldier, and had served nine years in the East Indies. He had shared in many glorious engagements, and was proud to relate that he had fought in Major-General Havelock's division at the relief of Lucknow. Probably his position in life would have been secured had he only received a good education; but he was not well enough read to occupy the post or undertake the business his friends were willing to offer him. He consequently dwindled down till he reached that point in life when anything that brings a few pence is heartily welcome. But the old soldier has still retained considerable energy. He is not content with carrying the boards during the day, but also seeks to make use of his evenings. He has, fortunately, often obtained a shilling a night at the Globe Theatre where he appeared as a supernumerary."

[thruxtonsonly]

@boardmen

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