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In the most recent episode of a history podcast I enjoy (Lions Led By Donkeys, Ep. 339: The Great Panjandrum), one of the hosts declared that it was time for gay people to stop categorizing themselves as different kinds of animal, and start categorizing themselves as different kinds of ships, like sloops and frigates. Now, I bring this question to the largest number of gay* people who like ships I can find: all of you.
*queer, non-cishet, LGBTQ, whatever umbrella term you prefer
Bonus points if you tell us why you're the kind of ship that you are!
#age of sail#nautical nonsense#queer#lgbtq#gay#tall ships#tall ship#nautical#maritime#piratecore#oceancore#mermaidcore#boat media#boat story#boat show#one piece#opla#aubreyad#master and commander#hornblower#the terror#the terror amc#our flag means death#ofmd#moby dick#whale weekly
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Felled by exhaustion from apartment hunting across the country from where I currently live but I did find this awesome nautical shower curtain in my new city.
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Sketchaday #theme
Are you READY, Kids? Aye, aye, Captain!
I can’t hear you!
#SpongeBobSquarePants
#100faceschallenge
#sketchaday#art#streaksaver#cute#funny#theme#spongebob#spongebob squarepants#cartoons#nautical nonsense#aye aye captain#who lives in a pineapple under the sea
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It’s Friday for Pelican too! 😍 As you can see, he’s enjoying a tasty bucket 🪣 of crispy fish! 🐟
Crochet pattern for amigurumi Lighthouse Island 🌊 is available in English, German, French, Spanish, Italian and Dutch here -> https://etsy.me/4ctnkOP 🤗
#aradiyatoys#olka novytska#adorable#cute#crochet#handmade#diy#crochet pattern#amigurumi#kawaii#pelican#nautical decor#nauticalcore#nautical aesthetic#nautical art#the sea#oceans#lighthouse#nautical nonsense#amigurumi pattern#aww#mini kingdom
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Ineffable Kinktober, Day 3: Authority ⚓️✨
Very loosely inspired by The Terror 💫
CW: Captain/steward relationship, D/s, boot worship, oral sex, come swallowing, mention of/referenced consensual flogging, wax play and human furniture
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The polished glide of leather under his tongue is a more generous provision than Crowley ever might have allowed himself to hope for, and his captain’s tender, murmuring praise is another impossible gift entirely.
“Such a meticulous and fastidious mouth you have, Crowley,” Captain Aziraphale Fell whispers so affectionately that Crowley has to close his eyes, needing to scrawl that exact adoring tone into the walls of his heart along with the rest of the entries inspired by the man he serves with all of its beating strength.
There had been nothing particularly moving in regards to being a steward until Crowley came into the service of Captain Fell, who had greeted him with a smile and a handshake, the haughty countenance commonly adhered to great men nowhere to be found on his person. He’s since come to know that Captain Fell is indeed a great man, one that makes Crowley feel like he’s a precious thing, more treasured than any rare cargo or that insidious temptress known as glory, the one that seduces droves of men into her false promise.
Crowley has always had a talent for serving, and it had never been acknowledged as much more than a job he’s meant to do, but that changed as the steward of Captain Fell, who expressed such unfettered delight in him that Crowley could scarcely withhold himself from begging to drop to his knees in his presence.
Luckily for him, he didn’t have to resort to pleading, and now he’s exactly where he longs to be; on his knees, the planks of the ship cutting into them sweetly as he cleans his captain’s boots, which he keeps spotless anyway, but that he aches to burnish with his tongue nonetheless.
It’s a merciful largesse, as are the many excess acts of service Captain Fell grants Crowley along with his typical duties— to function as his footstool at the end of a tiring day, to splay across his lap, his naked back a writing desk or a stand for whatever book Fell buries himself in, offering a bare wrist to test the viscosity of the scalding wax used to seal letters, the pinkened skin they leave behind kissed and soothed by a comforting tongue that journeys upward to leave behind its own signature on territory easily concealed by a high collar.
Crowley shivers as a draft catches him, wearing naught but a long linen shirt, exposed feet and legs bearing most of the chill as he gazes up into eyes more fair than a clear autumn morning, the cold not registering beyond the haze of warmth surrounding him as he dutifully favors the obsidian leather encasing the feet he worships.
“You’re cold, dear boy,” Captain Fell extends a hand down to thread his fingers through Crowley’s hair, massaging his scalp and delicately scratching, causing Crowley to swallow his possibly impertinent protest of ‘no sir, not at all; I’m on fire, as I always am at your feet’, “and I cannot in good conscience abide such a thing.”
The hand in his hair retreats only to offer itself to him, palm up, a gentlemanly invitation Crowley takes with a trembling hand, getting to his feet and standing before Fell, who leans forward, pressing his cheek to Crowley’s stomach and slipping his fingers beneath the thin garment ending at his thighs, palming at his hips and lower back with gently insistent desire.
“S-sir,” Crowley breathes when Captain Fell nuzzles against his erection; he’s been hard since he’d begun his endeavor, his body responding to the position of being on its knees and his tongue servicing as it’s meant to do, “let me— please, allow me to—”
He’s trying to beg for the privilege to take Fell in his mouth, to implore him not to bother with Crowley’s pleasure, it’s not important and it’s beneath his dignity to even consider such a thing despite how divine it would feel, but he’s cut off by a warm palm taking him in hand, by a practiced thumb spreading the welling evidence of his desire over the length of his cock before fully stroking him from root to head, and Crowley shoves a fist in his mouth to stifle his nearly pained moan.
“I know you’d not deny your captain, hm?” Fell whispers as his hand easily slips and slides over Crowley’s cock, working him exactly as he likes, with just the right amount of pressure and a twist towards the head that has him whimpering helplessly into his hand, “you’ll permit me to savor my steward just as I like, I daresay.”
Crowley nods, hesitantly rocking his hips in pursuit of the friction of the hand pumping him that Fell briefly withdraws in order to lavish with his tongue, wetting it in a gesture that has Crowley fearing he may faint before it returns to its previous, gloriously expert rhythm.
“It ought to be a sin, assigning someone so beguiling and beautifully obedient to a selfish man such as me,” Fell looks up at Crowley before licking the head of his cock languidly, luxuriously lapping at the slit and making it impossible to breathe; Crowley reaches out to brace himself against a wool clad shoulder, gripping the fabric and trying to mumble out an automatic apology for doing so until his captain nods, murmuring, “yes, my darling, that’s it; lean on me,” he returns to sucking Crowley with a passion that’s dizzying, as if he’s relishing in a delicacy he’s not had in years, and it still feels wrong, being the one to receive such ardent attentions instead of giving them, but Fell is right— who is Crowley to deny his captain?
“Sir, I-I’m—” Crowley does as he’s told and sinks his weight into Fell, whose legs are spread and bracketing Crowley’s bare ones, protectively framing his shaking form; the hand not playing with his cock kneads all over Crowley’s lower body, and when its fingers trace over the healing, sensitive welts adorning his upper thighs that he’d pleaded his captain to bestow on him— the ones that when given made him come all over the cabin floor untouched— that’s when he loses the weakening control over himself.
“Please,” Crowley scrambles to grab Fell’s other shoulder, his fingernails digging into the navy wool so harshly it hurts, his jaw smarting with the effort to keep quiet, his voice quivering, “m-may I, sir, p-please, may I come—”
Fell nods before pulling back just enough to murmur, “come, my sweet siren,” his one hand not diverting from its course over his cock, wet and slick and lovely, his other still teasing along the tender wheals of what was a skillfully administered, devastatingly loving flogging, “grant me the pleasure of having you, just like this,” he takes Crowley back inside his mouth, the suction and glide of his tongue shattering the last of Crowley’s resolve, who returns a fist to his mouth, hoping it muffles his cry enough as he comes. He spills into his captain’s mouth and throat, collapsing against him in a boneless heap, pulled into his arms like a tide pulling the sea back into its heart once it wanders too far, just as his captain always draws Crowley into his strong, steady embrace.
@quefish77
#good omens#ineffable husbands#ineffable kinktober 2024#ineffable kinktober#the terror#nautical nonsense#sailor au#captain/steward#aziracrow#crowley x aziraphale#good omens fanfiction#kinky good omens#and lo a third nautical/maritime au was born
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what i learned today - another word for Selkie, a Wereseal
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If he hadn't died, we'd have had this scene
#captain nemo#meme#nautilus amc#nautilus#nautilus tv#nemo#amc nautilus#nautilus meme#nautical nonsense#tumblr memes
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"Is it the ship or the compass that turns?"
nikos kavvadias
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Siren's song
#nautical nonsense#mermay#fnaf y/n#eclipse fnaf#mermaid#siren#my art i guess vdkshdk#art#illustration#artists of tumblr#procreate#cw eyestrain#cw blood
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Biro drawings
#artwork#artists on tumblr#sylvia plath#drawing#figurative art#journaling#black and white#acrylic#painting#biro art#cars#boat#chair#travel#mini cooper#sailing#nautical nonsense#cornwall#lands end
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The book I’m reading (Blackbeard by Angus Konstam) just referred to “a pirate”, in the generic, using the pronouns “her”, “he”, and “they” in the space of two sentences.
I understand this is most likely due to the fact that “pirate” can refer either to a ship or to one of the men who sailed on such a ship, but my immediate thought was, “new gender dropped.”
Gender: Pirate Pronouns: Any.
#pirates#pirate#piratecore#nautical nonsense#age of sail#blackbeard#golden age of piracy#gender#genderqueer#nonbinary#lgbtq#silly
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SpongeBob SquarePants: Nautical Nonsense and Sponge Buddies promo (2002)
#spongebob squarepants#spongebob#nickelodeon#vhs#dvd#physical media#home video#2000s#early 2000s#00s#nostalgia#nautical nonsense#sponge buddies
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If you were wondering if any rubber ducks from last year's crew prank are still hanging around the shipyard... the answer is yes.
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Always happy to see cables and shackles mentioned.
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MARINE CREATURE
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