#jolly rodger

[sohannabarberaesque]

Applied as much to Yogi's Ark and the Jolly Rodger (the latter now recast as the Diver's Delight, flasghip vessel of Peter Potamus' Magic Divers, know):

[ryzrood]

[bunsagicomms]

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[iamanastronaut]

(via "VERY scary skull" Fitted T-Shirt for Sale by iAmAnAstronaut-)

[lemedstudent2021]

i think so lol

:^) <- i named this guy jolly rodger when i was in highschool. not to be confused with :) or :D or even :]

theyre all significantly different emotions. you feel me?

}:^( )) <- frowny face with a double chin and brows. do u guys ever understand me

[usafphantom2]

A ☠️VFA 103 F/A-18F Super Hornet ☠️ (august clawson)

@kadonkey via X

[woahbeans]

I couldn’t decide

[art--harridan]

[Image description: A digital drawing of the character Billy Kid from the film Billy the Kid and the Green Baize Vampire. He's wearing the outfit he wears for the grudge match, but sans the suit jacket. His pose is unconfident, knees together and one slightly bent. He hunched over slightly, loosely holding a snooker cue. There's a sheepish grin on his faces as he gazes off into the distance, noticeably sweating. There's a snooker table behind him, it's perspective warped. Above it, there's a fringed lamp that gives off a pale yellow light. The rest of the room is in shadow. All of the colours in the piece are warm but this makes the yellow light and green baize feel sickly. The lineart is starkly dark, with exaggerated shadows.]

Inktober - Day 16 (Grungy)

Film - Billy the Kid and the Green Baize Vampire (Alan Clarke, 1985)

[welcometohelck]

[analogboii]

lmfao I just saw someone who looks like law at my apartment complex??? lmfaooooo I was driving to leave for work and I just suddenly see someone in a black and yellow hoodie like he wore in sabaody and even hat a hat that kinda looks like the one he wears? it was like white and gray. not to mention his stature, hairstyle, and facial hair matched?? fucking wild. did a double take for sure like what the fuck lmfaoooo

[lonejeeper]

[la0istouden]

Luffys so autistic

[elxgantcaptain]

History of Captain Hook on the seas 

From 1670 at the age of 18 to the age of 33, James worked for the East India Trading Company, for the first 6 years he worked aboard one ship until it went down and for one year he was without a job on the ocean, merely working on the docks. 

Then he was hired aboard another ship and sailed for 4 years until that too disbanded or was destroyed and his next ship for 5 years, taking part in a mutiny to take over the ship and finally became a pirate in 1703.

He sailed as a pirate and plundered on the seven seas for 5 years, until one storm left him capsized on an island - A magical island of which there was no escape no matter how far you sailed. Neverland.

It was here in Neverland he was stuck for 11 years until he finally discovered the secret to pixie dust and could ultimately escape Neverland, at the age of 48. However, when he returns to earth, time had changed.

Based on Return to Neverland, 232 years had passed since Hook had been trapped there.

If we move it to today, Hook would have been in Neverland 315 years.

Whilst only 11 years had passed for Hook within the confides of Neverland, making him only 48. Technically, Hook is 363 years old. 

It hits hard when you realise how much has changed for Hook and how he feels he can only really be himself in Neverland now, on seas that never change, like him, as the rest of the world has left him behind.

[flamingpen18]

My Fave

My youngest went to Jolly Rogers on the Pier in Ocean City yesterday. She brought me back my fave flavor of Ramune, 🍇!

[usafphantom2]

Do you recognize this aircraft ? 🩶

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📷©️credit reserved to the author

usafphantom2: Are you kidding me?

[pyrepostings]

Hauntings And Harpists: Prologue

When Kevin died, he didn't become nothingness like how he expected to. He also didn't find himself in what anyone would call heaven or hell. It felt as if at the moment of death his atoms were scattered in an array, then eventually reformed.

The first thing he remembered as a ghost was the bonfire. The funeral pyre.

His funeral pyre.

It was just past dusk and the flames were reaching into the sky as if to grasp the stars and bring them down to earth. Or to guide him up to fly through the heavens, to follow more closely with the speech.

It was a shame he missed the speech for his own funeral. It was quite the eloquent monologue. He had given it once, a long time ago, for a dear friend who fell far to young.

The crowd eventually dispersed, and Kevin tried halfheartedly to get someone's, anyone's attention. He didn't expect results, but he still tried, waving a hand in front of their faces or shouting the best he could around his missing tongue.

It didn't matter that he couldn't make actual words, because no one could hear him anyway. They would just pass through him with a chill. He found very quickly that the only things he could interact with were his clothes and the staff in his hand.

The things he was burned with.

He was in full uniform, flight harness and all, though lacking the actual gear that made flight possible, though that was standard procedure, even if he hadn't given it up to the next young cadet when he could no longer use it anyway.

He was surprised to find his twin knives sheathed into the harness where he always kept them. He thought for sure the practicality of keeping them intact would have out weighed the sentimentality of letting them warp or the emeralds on the handles crack in the flames.

He held one and studied it for a moment. After everything that had happened in his life, he would not have been surprised if they didn't give him a proper funeral. At least, not one that honored him as one of them. But they did. He didn't see the whole affair but he saw what seemed to be every one of his former comrades in attendance. He saw the bucket which would have held the hot coals the arrow would have been lit from and placed on his chest to spread the fire along the oiled harness across his body, consuming him as a proud fallen soldier of Paradis.

He saw as one of the new generation of bards slung their guitar across their back and walked away with the rest. He wished he knew what song they played as the flames roared up.

The copper green flames, which was a nice touch. It was a joke he said once a long time ago, he was surprised anyone remembered.

He watched the flames die down properly, and soon there were only a few living souls in sight. Julian, at the front, with Quinn and Rynn at his sides. He wondered what Quinn, specifically, would do now. Now that he didn't have a parolee to keep an eye on. Perhaps his secondary assignment as ambassador would be formally named his primary one?

Kevin didn't know what would happen to him next, if this state as a ghost was temporary or his eternal curse. But he figured he could sheath his knife, take up his walking stick, and stand by the dwindling fire with his three closest living friends.

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