#harpon

[postcard-from-the-past]

Harpon, seal brown race horse on a vintage postcard

[philoursmars]

Je termine ma série de vieilles photos.

peut-être Mostaganem (Algérie, comme les suivantes), 1951. Ma mère et son reflet.

Aïn Franine, 1951. Mon père faisant de la pêche au harpon

Sans doute Oran, peut-être 1947. Mes grands-parents paternels

Oran, 1951. J'aime bien cette petite tranche de vie.

idem. Ma mère et une de mes cousines

les 2 dernières : Mostaganem, 1952.

[matpat145]

Some creature designs I did for a upcoming roblox game being made by another friend of mine

[captainkirkk]

I'm reading the ORV webnovel now

Five chapters in and having so much fun

This is your fault (/positive rage)

WE GOT MUFFIN, EVERYONE

[flashbic]

L'épisode 9 est là!

Falconi est dans cet épisode genre 1 minute, mais sur sa liste de crimes, celui-là est un peu yikes!

[crisis-takesover]

GIFT FOR A FRIEND

@harponic

REVENGE ART AT YOUR FACE

TAKE THAT!!!

[cloudcountry]

*crashes in through the window* 16 is literally viosho HELPPPPP

Love <3 V

*leaves via harpon pistol through the ceiling*

SUMMARY: you and sho flirt in the grocery store 🙄 SAPS

COMMENTS: wrote this w viosho in mind i love viosho

Sho isn’t exactly sure what to do with himself whenever you call him a cute-cumber and compare his cheeks to apples or tomatoes whenever you two are grocery shopping. They are comments you make in passing, your hands clasped behind your back as you sway into him, and he wants to believe that you mean them despite the way you pass them off as jokes.

He’ll still laugh along as you two walk from aisle to aisle, picking out ingredients and discussing the various dishes you could make with the products on sale. Sho often thinks about how much of his life you actually take up now, and if it’s normal for a friend to do so.

“Sho, you’re spacing out,” you tease, poking his cheek.

The flesh turns warm as it sinks under your fingertip, pliant as always when it’s you that's touching him.

“I’m not,” he says plainly, tearing his eyes away from the cake mixes.

He tries not to think about how your birthday cake last year ended up being a disaster, even though he wanted it to be perfect more than anything. You’d comforted him, saying that it was alright and that the cake tasted delicious because he made it with his love.

He’d blushed once again. You had a way of dragging the softness out of him, of bringing the sweetness he stifled into the light.

Sho wonders how many people think of him as a soft man, now that he’s regularly seen with you. He finds that he doesn’t mind that description, although if it was for any other reason he’d have some explaining to do. (Mostly to Leo, he thinks bitterly, even though he shouldn't be thinking about him at all.)

“If you want me to spoil you tonight, you shouldn’t make fun of the chef,” he pokes you back.

“What, are you just not going to make me food?” you raise a brow, “Guess that means I’ll starve. I only want to eat your food forever and ever, after all...”

“Stop that,” Sho grumbles, turning away from you, “You know I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“And why’s that?” you lean into his field of view, blinking at him, “Am I special or something?”

You’re teasing. He knows you’re teasing. But—

“Yeah,” he says softly, eyes catching yours, “You are.”

Your spine goes rigid. Sho watches your face turn from amusement to embarrassment, your pretty eyes darting away from him.

You really are so cute. Maybe he’ll make you food forever.

(Maybe, he says, like he hasn’t already made up his mind.)

[greypetrel]

Oooh I'd love to know more about Rolling a Wave 👀

Hi Mo!

It's the general plot of my original story which I'm translating into English. I'm working on character studies, but it's been slow these last months. I hope I'll finish Raina's in this winter break and quickly design secondary characters. I may pick Priscilla back as a design, who knows. I can't wait to start planning actual pages. xD

First act summary under the cut, tagging also @bfire92 who asked me about this. :3

ACT I – Iceland

1907. A marine biologist, Aisling, is finally at the head of her very own arctic expeditions to study the social behaviour of sperm whales. She has to reevaluate her plans, when she saves a harponeer from the shiprwreck of the Hvalur, a whale fishing ship caught in a bad storm. She’s the only survivor, and also a woman, Naroa, from San Sebastian, who crossdresses to work on the ship, and tells her that it was a sperm whale to cause the wreck.

The expedition was born unlucky: Aisling has received very low fundings, both because nobody really trusts her in a leading position as an unmarried woman, both because her father was a former professor for the same institute that funds her. Small detail: he was stripped of his role and exiled from the Kingdom for having used public money from the university to finance the Irish rebels/Fenian society. Aisling was really able to get some money and sponsorship because she asked for years upon years, has a couple of contacts that vouched for her, and basically is a person that causes very little trouble. Her goal is to gather enough data to demonstrate that sperm whales are highly intelligent social animals, and that their hunting should be severely limited before their number drops. It’s very important to her, not only for personal satisfaction and crowning a lifelong dream of becoming a proper scientist, paid enough for a living and with prestige that female researchers in female colleges were not granted in England, but also to avenge her family. She MUST publish in Oxford because it was the institute that kicked her father out, she must reinstate the good name of the family.

So, with very little money to her name, she rented the smallest, most run-down hovel she could find, 40 minutes from the harbour, fix what she could to make it inhabitable, and hire a small sloop with a fully female crew. Ex piratesses running from the law, widows of fishermen and other figures that needs a living runs the Lusca, not for gold, but to chase whale pods.

In spite of being broke, Aisling welcomes Naroa in until she feels better. Their forced convivence is difficult at first: Aisling is over-enthusiast over whales and is actually diving with the whales to observe them better during the day (“I thought I would have drown today, but Cacciucco was absolutely adorable, you see, so it’s ok, he can bump me again.” “… Da fuq.”), Naroa had fished them for years, and after the shipwreck has not much love for the animals, of course there is only one bed. After a while, Naroa starts working, and embarks on the Lusca to help out, too, there’s some mutual pining and they slowly confess they like each other, fuck gender roles and so on and so forth.

Until one day arrives a letter from the Royal Society, informing Aisling that they’re gonna cut her fundings: the season good for sailing is ending, they’re not willing to pay her to stay another winter doing nothing. Winter that Aisling was planning to use to organize her notes and write the essay for the peer review: it must be done exceedingly well if she wants to have a chance, she doubt they’ll give her another chance if she fails now. She manages to obtain another month, but nothing more.

She quarrels with Naroa: the harponeer tells her that even if her research should fail, it won’t be the end of the world. She has a roof upon her head, a fucking university degree (in France, more open for women), she can decide to do anything else, she has brains and possibilities, what’s the problem? Plus, if her research gets published, it could hit an industry that offers work and livelihood to so many people that have not her chances and possibilities, and for whom losing the job would be much more of a problem. For Naroa it would be: her family is still in San Sebastien, she’s the first of 4 sisters, her father died, and she’s sending money home. Don’t mention she introduces herself as a man because she doesn’t fully feel herself in women clothes and canonically female roles: she can’t afford to lose the job. Plus, she’s Basque, and technically in Iceland it was legal to murder Basques until 2014 (old medieval law they forgot to abrogate). Naroa can’t understand why Aisling is so stubborn and so compliant towards a bunch of idiots that don’t consider her, and all for what? Personal pride? What if her research fail, she’ll be better off without it.

Aisling gets mad, just a little bit. She can’t tell the RS to fuck off, and chances for female biologists aren’t that many. She isn’t very sensitive for whalers, as Naroa fails to understand why an academic research is so important. They split up pretty badly, Aisling leaves for London.

ACT 2 - London

ACT 3 - Alghero (necessary quote)

[limbuscompanysituations]

Hi, I'm starving for some Heathcliff/Ishmael/Yi Sang... Maybe one where Yi Sang's feelings are one sided and he bittersweetly watches them from afar?

Here you go, anon. A friend gave me pequod ids brainrot...

The captain and the harponeer are very close to each other. It's the first thought that crosses his mind, but when he blinks, he realizes they're just Heathcliff and Ishmael. Being the first mate of the Pequod for a little longer than usual seems to be affecting his perception of things.

Yi Sang sighs, still unable to help but feel... disconnected. Of course they're close to each other, the type of suffering they had to go through has somehow united them. They can understand each other, and even desire each other. They think they're being subtle about it, but Yi Sang can see whenever their fingers briefly brush. They want to hold hands, but can't do it when others are looking.

Sometimes he will leave his room late at night and accidentally catch them in the middle of something. Ishmael will glare at Heathcliff, who will return the fiery stare in kind. Then they will lean closer and their lips will fit, like they were made for each other. Unlike Yi Sang, who is the third party intruding into their sweet moment.

It's all useless. It doesn't matter how hard he tries to understand them or to connect, he is the first mate of the Pequod, expendable and loyal to a fault. The captain and her harponeer will desire each other, and he will desire to be with them.

[judieccfinds]

--Lonely mermaid--

INTRODUCTION :

Et si, du jour au lendemain, votre quotidien se retrouvait chamboulé par un changement radical d'environnement ? Imaginez être une sirène, et devoir brutalement quitter le monde de l'océan, pour vous adapter à la vie terrestre, sans rien connaître de ce monde. Et bien... C'est ce qui arrive à deux sirènes/tritons ayant élu domicile de force dans l'archipel de Sulani. Ils/Elles sont seul(e)s, isolé(e)s, sans ressources et sans aucun savoir. Votre but ? Les aider à survivre, à apprendre tout ce qui est à savoir sur la vie humaine.

DEPART :

- Le challenge se déroulera dans le monde de Sulani. - Vous devrez vous installer sur l’un des terrains présents dans le “quartier” **Lani St Taz.** - Vous commencez l'aventure avec 2 sirènes/tritons, ils peuvent être adolescent, jeune adulte et adulte. Le choix de leur sexe est libre. Cependant, si vous choisissez de jouer avec des adolescents, faites en sortes qu'ils n'aillent jamais à l'école. - Votre carte et votre terrain doivent être ENTIEREMENT vides, l'archipel de Sulani étant un lieu abandonné. - Vous débutez avec zéro simflouz, et zéro compétences. - Votre terrain devra avoir le défi de terrain hors réseau et vie simple. - Votre terrain aura les traits suivants : Esprits des îles, fantastique sol. Vous pouvez choisir le dernier. PENDANT :

- Vos sims ne pourront pas travailler. - Pour un côté réaliste à l'environnement du challenge, privilégiez l'achat de meubles en bois, en pierre, et un éclairage à la bougie dans un premier temps. - Vous pourrez utiliser l’électricité après avoir atteint le LVL 5 de la compétence bricolage (avec le sim de votre choix), et vous pourrez utiliser des papiers peint autre que du bois/de la pierre après avoir atteint le LVL 5 de peinture (avec le SIM N°2) - Vous pourrez adopter un animal au cours de la partie. - Vous pouvez faire des enfants durant votre partie, mais vous ne pourrez pas en adopter (pour plus de réalisme). - Codes de triche interdits, sauf les suivants : bb.moveobjects / bb.showhiddenobjects / bb.showliveeditobjects / testingcheats true / **cas.fulleditmode**

OBJECTIFS :

AVEC LE SIM N° 1 :

- Atteindre le LVL 10 des compétences Jardinage, composition florale et fabrication d'objet - Terminer l'aspiration Botaniste indépendante

AVEC LE SIM N°2 :

- Atteindre les LVL 10 des compétences pêche (possibilité de pêcher au fusil harpon), peinture et cuisine - Terminer l'aspiration Pro de la pêche

AVEC LE SIM DE VOTRE CHOIX :

- Compléter la compétence bricolage

QUÊTES SECONDAIRES (facultatif)

- Terminer les aspirations fermier (mod), pro des compositions florales (mod) et apiculteur (mod) avec le/les sim(s) de votre choix. - Compléter le collections Coquillages et trésors enfouis, avec le/les sim(s) de votre choix.

Aspiration fermier : https://www.mediafire.com/file/i1563fsfm71j798/justJones_HomesteaderAspiration.package/file Aspiration pro des compo florales : https://www.mediafire.com/file/reh2k0rrcmlzsi2/KIARA+ASPI.rar/file Aspiration apiculteur : https://www.mediafire.com/file/6xtvt5rmjc7thni/marlynsims_Beekeeper_Aspiration.package/file

Le challenge est réussi si toutes les conditions sont respectées, et tous les objectifs complétés.

[moneeb0930]

Many people are thinking that Africa had no history. However, historical and archeological studies have proven that Africa has a richer and greater history than ancient historians have tried to have us believe.

🎯 The human race is African descent. The oldest known skeletal remains of anatomically modern humans (or homo sapiens) have been unearthed at sites in East Africa. Human remains were discovered in Omo, Ethiopia and date back to 195,000 years, the oldest known in the world.

🎯 Prehuman skeletons were discovered in Africa between 4 and 5 million years ago. The oldest known ancestral type of mankind is thought to be Australopithecus ramidus, which lived at least 4.4 million years ago.

🎯 Africans were the first to organize fishing expeditions 90,000 years ago. In Katanda, a region in the northeastern part of Zaire (now Congo), a series of finely crafted harpon tips were recovered, all thoroughly polished and barbed. A tool, equally well designed, was also discovered, it is believed to be a dagger. The findings suggest the existence of a first aquatic or fish-based culture.

🎯 Africans were the first to start mining 43,000 years ago. In 1964, a hematite mine was discovered in Swaziland on the Bomvu ridge in the Ngwenya mountain range. Eventually, 300,000 items were recovered, including thousands of stone mining tools. Adrian Boshier, one of the archaeologists present at the site, dated the mine to an astonishing 43,200 years old.

🎯 Africans pioneered basic arithmetic 25,000 years ago. The Ishango bone is a tool handle with engraved notches found in the Ishango region of Zaire (today called Congo) near Lake Edward. The bone tool was originally thought to be over 8,000 years old

[janelher]

« Si Adeline a de la peine »

Sur son tapis de lèvres rouges

Elle a déposé un baiser

Pour empêcher que tes yeux bougent

Dans un moment d’éternité

Mon cœur est parti en vacances

En te laissant ces mots en l’air

Si Adeline a de la peine

Il faudra la jeter en mer

Et par son baiser, je t’ai perdu

J’ai zigzagué le long des rues

Sur mes instructions malhabiles

Elle t’a dérobé tout entier

Je le savais pas si docile

Ce loup voleur et affamé

Mon cœur a fait sa promenade

En te laissant ces mots en sang

Si Adeline a de la peine

Il me faut l’écarter pourtant

Et par son baiser, j’ai tout perdu

J’ai zigzagué le long des rues

En inspectant ton équipage

Tu as recueilli son baiser

Pour empêcher que mes yeux nagent

Dans la mer des cœurs mal aimés

Le tien a hissé la grand’ voile

En me laissant ces mots prisons

Si Adeline a de la peine

Il faudra tirer au harpon

Et par son baiser, j’ai tout perdu

J’ai zigzagué le long des rues

Sur mon tapis de larmes blanches

Je t’ai foudroyé un baiser

Pour empêcher que tes yeux dansent

Dans un moment d’éternité

Mon cœur est parti se rasseoir

En te laissant ces mots en croix

Si Adeline a de la peine

Il faudra l’amputer de toi

Et par mon baiser, tu l’as perdue

On ne la plus jamais revue

[aisakalegacy]

Été 1905, Glacier de Fharhond, Canada (5/6)

Les débuts de notre cohabitation sont… compliqués. Il faut dire que nous occupons à deux - trois si l’on compte le chien - un espace étriqué. Un lit à l'empilage, une armoire,  une table, deux chaises, un télégraphe, une commode de cuisine, un poêle à bois, une aiguière constituent tout notre mobilier. Autour de nous, le vide et la glace, à l’infini. Le navire de la Garde Côtière passe tous les mois pour nous réapprovisionner en conserves de haricots. Tagak n’en mange pas. Il considère mes boîtes avec mépris, et il chasse au harpon, au piège et à la lance ; il ramène ses prises au sémaphore mais ne m’en propose jamais. Je n’avais jamais rencontré d’Inuits avant mon voyage en Arctique, et Tagak est le premier dont je partage la vie quotidienne, aussi j’ignore s’il est un digne représentant de ses semblables, et j’aimerais qu’il m’en dise plus sur lui, mais sa nature réservée et rude limite grandement notre communication.

[Transcription] Jules Le Bris : Découvrons cette charmante cabane que nous allons partager. Jules Le Bris : Ah, je vois que vous êtes déjà installé. Jules Le Bris : Hum… Tagak Angottitauruq : Quoi ? Jules Le Bris : Je dois admettre que je ne m'attendais pas à ce que notre espace de vie soit si… intime. Tagak Angottitauruq : C’est bien assez. Jules Le Bris : Oh oui, c'est sûrement "assez". Assez pour se sentir à l'étroit, assez pour se rendre fou l’un et l’autre à force d’y rester enfermé. Tagak Angottitauruq : Il y a tout le nécessaire ici. Si ça ne vous plaît pas, montez une tente.

[cpap-tunisie]

concentrateur d'oxygène en Tunisie

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Vente matériel médical et chirurgical en Tunisie de cardiologie, concentrateur d'oxygène, CPAP, kit GPE, prothèse mammaire/séjour médical et ballon gastrique. Cpap-Tunisie N°1 dans la vente de matériel médical en Tunisie. Vente de : Implant mammaire - prothèses seins - prothèses mammaires -Extracteur de calcul rénal - Fauteuil roulant électrique confort - Bandelette pour incontinence urinaire - chambre implantable, prothèse hanche, prothèse genou, Aiguille de localisation mammaire Harpon, augmentation mammaire Tunisie.

concentrateur d'oxygène, chambre implantable, CPAP ballon gastrique Tunisie, séjour médical Tunisie, pose de ballon gastrique Tunisie Augmentation mammaire, prothèse mammaire, chirurgie esthetique.

[sonicasura]

Do you got a Steam account? Its a lot easier to play and get it there believe it or not since it started on there to begin with. I was even part of early access and had a lot of fun with it. I've replayed it at least a dozen times already, and the most of the DLCs are free too once you get the game.

Seriously, the DLC lets you actually meet/fight kaijus from Monsterverse, catch the abnormal fish from DREDGE and much more. To say I'm having a BLAST is a understantment. The stroy is pretty good too and controls are pretty easy to learn, excluding one part I have about the harpon tips thats related to poison. I can never get that control bit right.

As for how this is related to the summer vacation?

Well, as I've told you a many times Kafka's kaiju has inherit some of Proto's aqua related features. Mainly becaue the cocoon/larva form before Tiny came around. That and Kafka would beg his family as soon as learned how to swim to go to the beaches every single summer. And I mean it. As such his kaiju form natually developed traits that made him a very good swimmer.

Well, even in adulthood Kakfa goes to the beach a lot. Specially when he have saved up vacation time that allows him to stay in the sea for days at times given he has gills and have long since learned how to hunt and find safe places to sleep even underwater. Tiny barely needs to teach Kafka a thing or change anything aside from making Kafka's tail a bit better to help with navigation in the water and balance.

Anyways. One summer was one of the rare few times the four of them could be together for a couple of weeks, and all decided to go to a beach house that Soshiro's family has. They have a aboslute fun time doing everything from beach ball games to grilling and then some.

And of course a lot of swimming and diving. With Kafka being the best at it and even catching a lot of nice stuff to have for breakfeast, lunch or dinner. Including kaijus, mostly the small types, that live in the ocean and can be great beach food when prepared and either cooked or grilled right. With special homemade sauces to make it even better. Its not a understatment that Mina, Soshiro and Okonogi have stars in their eyes and drooling like nothing else when they see what Kafka has made for everyone.

Things goes pretty good for most of the vacation. Until it didn't thanks to the Hibino Luck.

I don't have Steam unfortunately. Neither an account or Steam deck. I do plan on getting one once in a place with better internet.

Kafka would definitely be at home in the water. Although quite a menace to any sea life he's hunting or weren't expecting a kaiju so close to their habitats. I definitely see him making a big seafood spread for his friends.

Hibino Luck is bound to raise its head though.

[preparfa-2025-poisson-poisseux]

36 - 06/08/2024

A5, character design

(chef de bureau - poseur de toiture - voleur - chasseur au harpon - croquemort 1 et 2 - sirène - clown)