#sailor knot

[artbymyth]

“First you will reach the Sirens, who bewitch all passerby…Around about them lie great heaps of men, flesh rotting from their bones, their skin shriveled up.” -Odyssey, Book 12

“We have lingered in the chambers of sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we drown” -T.S. Eliot

The many interpretations of the Sirens! A temptress mermaid with wings, the traditional ancient Greek bird woman with her standard courtesan hairstyle (also I made her bird body an Albatross for Rime of the Ancient Mariner vibes), and two more monstrous versions in mermaid and bird beast forms.

[felidaefatigue]

Doodled myself a quick nona to cheer myself up

[puppyeared]

modern au ft @crow-cap's oc sailor <3

the wood markings on xins face were inspired by @zah-likes-tea's art of them hehe

[ltwilliammowett]

Wind Knots

Knots have long been thought to have magical properties, including the power to control the wind. So called wind knots were tied into a piece of rope or a rag and sold by so called wichtes to superstitious sailors, especially captains, who would untie the three knots they contained to release the wind. The 17th century Norwegian Poet Petter Dass explained what happend next:

" Untie but the one for a gentle, good breeze, The sails will be filled, you make progress with ease; But if you the second will loosen, You pull in the canvas to barely half mast. The third will send wind that will race you so fast that pumps you will have to resort it."

So be very careful with your wind knots and use them wisely.

[dozydawn]

hmm, do i actually think the disappearance of rope from rhythmic gymnastics was a blow to the sport (like how i think the elimination of compulsory dance really hurt ice dancing) or do i just always want what i can’t have? or alternatively, am i just feeling sorry for inanimate objects again?

the “official” reason for rope being demoted from the other apparatuses was: too many injuries. it doesn’t hold much water though. yes, rope routines contained more leaps & jumps which took a toll on gymnasts, but those weren’t so heavily required by the time rope was phased out. in terms of hits & bruising, most gymnasts say the clubs are the most injurious apparatus. also the idea that fig cares about injuries🥴you have to laugh.

the much more widely-accepted rumor for its elimination: rope did not film well on television & was the least impressive & exciting apparatus to watch. this is much easier to believe, because it’s the same reason compulsory dance was nixed from ice dance: casual audiences were bored.

& yeah, there’s lots of old rope routines from the 80s and 90s that i haven’t posted, that i can’t fully enjoy because the rope becomes invisible in poor definition. i’ll also admit that in my early days of watching rg, rope was my least favorite. it was on its way out, the least flashy & recognizable apparatus, nobody seemed to care for it.

but the best things are an acquired taste & i’ve come to really appreciate rope & the era of rg it represents. i think it is the most mature apparatus & requires a mature gymnast to truly get the most out it: that’s why it’s a shame rope is only being performed at the junior level. i guess i should just be happy it still exists at all.

rope is also the most malleable and impermanent apparatus, constantly changing. even more so than the ribbon, which becomes useless when it gets tangled. the rope was purposefully knotted, tangled & untangled by the gymnasts as part of the apparatus skillset, which became all the more impressive in the group event.

[practicecourts]

Late Monday, Tuesday Snippet

Thanks for the tag @jamesunderwater

here's a wee snippet (but I think it's familiar to you)

… She takes the sturdy wind-light from where she left it on the floor but before she can light it, she hears footsteps outside. Even with the storm, it’s clear someone’s running up the paved path toward the lighthouse.

For just a moment she hears the pitter-patter of small feet, like a memory, but it’s the sound of a drizzle starting.

The footsteps are heavy and fast.  She wonders who it is. She does not expect any visitors. Apart from the Harbour master the villagers rarely come up here. She always wonders if it could be him. Even when it’s been years her heart still beats faster, every time footsteps come up the hill to the lighthouse.

The door opens a fraction with a creak. It’s jammed, she will have to oil the hinges before they rust completely. The moist sea wind settles on everything. It is patient, with time everything rusts through, everything is worn down, every wall crumbles.

The handle almost slips out of her fingers, the lamp jiggles and she lets the unlit match drop. In the door opening stands a man, he’s staring at her, as if she’s the apparition, instead of him.

“James?” she breathes.

“Lily,” he exhales.

tagging with zero pressure @charmsandtealeaves @nodirectionhome-ao3 @merlinsbbeard @uncertainwallflower @oneofthesirens @mppmaraudergirl @suzyq31

[ikkaku-of-heart]

@celestiialnotes asked: " Your sail looks good from what I can tell. Nothing else needs to be replaced. Typical wear and tear but nothin' needing immediate attention. " A brief pause as he gently knocks on the metal frame of the Polar Tang. " Seen plenty of different ships but this has gotta be a first for me. Ain't half bad. Looks like it's well taken care of. " - Paulie

The Polar Tang was a unique ship, and Ikkaku was generally considered the best person qualified to fix her after any given attack, accident, or just due to general wear and tear. It was a job the engineer was proud to do, giving her best day in and day out, making sure her beautiful submarine was getting the best care possible.

Yet despite her skills and natural inclination towards all things mechanical, Ikkaku also knew there was always something new to learn. And while traditional shipwrights would likely have nothing useful to add, or even have even the slightest understanding of such a magnificent, highly advanced submarine, the ones on Water 7 were considered the best in the world. If there were anyone who could teach her something, it would be them.

Hell, sometimes just getting an outsider's perspective was useful, so when the Hearts had stopped at the famous Captial of Water, she'd insisted on getting the Tang looked at, just to ensure there was nothing she could improve on or had missed.

The blonde shipwright - Paulie, if she had heard right - had certainly taken his job seriously, which Ikkaku appreciated. And she appreciated the comment about her submarine being well taken care of just as much. "Thanks," she said, beaming with pride. "She's the most beautiful and unique ship I've ever seen. From the moment I first laid eyes on her, I knew she was the best damn vessel in the four Blues. And I can promise she's looked after. I'm the head engineer, so I do my damnedest to keep her in tip-top shape."

Resting a hand on the yellow hull, she hummed in contentment. "I'd be surprised if you'd seen anything like her, but I guess if anyone would have, it'd be you folks. Bet you've seen all kinds of beauties sail in, eh?" she asked, giving the man a playful wink.

[tiderider]

pirate aesthetics .

repost, don't reblog. bold what applies usually, italicize what applies sometimes, and strike out what never or rarely applies . insp .

adventurer ; sprawling paper maps, staring at the horizon, cool breezes, stargazing, notes scrawled in the margins of ancient books, swimming, billowing sails, daydreaming, worn compasses, ink spills, the smell of burning wax, candlelight, singing off-key, the smell of lemons, lit lighthouse

privateer ; eloquent speech, fine tailored lace, yellowed letters with red wax seals, god save the queen, fleurs, music boxes, feather quills, logging journals, blood-stained gold coins, rubies, engraved silver, suntanned leather, gold teeth, iron bars, birds in a cage

rebellious ; calloused hands, exposed sunkissed skin, beach bonfires, gleeful dancing, rusted telescopes, cries from the crows nest, defiant speeches, mist over the ocean, stick'n poke tattoos, stealing from the rich, treasure chests, barrels of rum, broken chains, a sealed scroll

lawless ; knives between teeth, crossed bones, knots of rope, cannonfire, darkness illuminated by firelight, red and black flags, a broken crown, burning ships, bags of money, notched wood, gunpowder, blood, hanged man's noose, a polished cutlass

cursed ; black water, dark storm clouds on the horizon, the eye of the storm, tarnished gold and silver, tentacles below the water's surface, blood in the water, sharks, creaking timber, doldrums, broken anchors at the bottom of the sea, piles of gold coins and other treasures, a figure head of a screaming maiden

tagged by : nada tagging : @ballagarraidh , @lighthouseborn , @shehook , @calithal , @yoakkemae ( ben )

[hervey-gervey-chip]

star knot button fidget stick

[humaforever]

When Harry has a jacket with draw strings on it, he'll get bored and start tying extremely intricate knots with the draw strings.

[boricuacherry-blog]

That's crazy that Iowa has not released the full investigative file on Johnny Gosh. It's been how many years since he went missing?? Saying it's still an open case could be bec they don't want more info getting out [that's the only way the full file would be made public].

Everything should be made public atp IMO about a case like Johnny Gosch.

I think that's the same thing going on with JonBenet's dad. He keeps going on hobo tours and doing talks about JonBenet bec he wants the case to remain open ...bec then the full file won't be released.

All signs point to JonBenet Ramsey's father knowing how she died. And even if he didn't, at the very least, he heavily obstructed justice in finding out who did.

Let's be fr...no one broke in that house. And how did John automatically know his daughter's still warm body was laying in that room down in the basement? Why did he and Patsy move? Why did they keep stonewalling police? Also, Patsy wrote that ransom note. It's wild that he's out here smirking about how he can't find the killer, and ppl believe him. I believe there was a pattern of abuse taking place before JonBenet's death, based on her doctor visits. They can absolve him of all the wrongdoing they want, shit, they can absolve deez nuts..it doesn't change the facts of the case.

[grumpyfaceurn]

New level of whimsy: achieved

[puppyeared]

Xīn Yá and @crow-cap ‘s Little Sailor

[ltwilliammowett]

Sailor's knot board, early 20th century

[havithreatendub4]

#Sailor's Knot #earring worn at #Canne Film Festival in #May 2023 seen in Saudi Arabia & Ireland in #December 2023

#jewelry

[verfound]

Dingo files... tie me up

🤣🤣🤣 Did you actually remember this one or did you just get lucky? Bc I'm pretty sure I only half remembered it. 😂

It actually ties into another DF, "Who's Mary?" That one is set before Dingo meets Marinette. Dingo spends the night on the boat when Luka has an explicit dream about Marinette. Luka may have said some things in his sleep, so the next day Dingo's giving him shit about Mary, the name Luka had been moaning in his sleep (Mari).

"Tie Me Up" goes into detail about that dream. Rereading what I have here, I'm not sure how much I actually like it. I still like the concept/set up, but this is probably gonna get scrapped/rewritten before y'all see the finished bit. 🤔

Luka didn’t usually dream about Ladybug.

Even having realized a long time ago who was under the spotted mask, Ladybug wasn’t usually the pigtailed, blue-eyed beauty playing the starring role in his dreams.  Especially his more…intimate dreams.  But as the two girls in question were in fact the same girl, it wasn’t completely unheard of.  It was just…not as common.

Luka wasn’t in love with Ladybug, after all.  He thought she was amazing and incredibly brave, sure, but if he loved Ladybug it was only because he had loved Marinette first, so Marinette was the one who usually showed up in some compromising state of dress or compromising position or…and that’s the way he preferred it.

But when Ladybug had been blasted by Heart’s Desire, an akuma who had received some bad advice from a tabloid column and was encouraging everyone she hit to go after what they truly desired, and had turned to Viperion, looking at him like he was her favorite snack and she couldn’t wait to devour him…well, Viperion had done what any sensible eighteen-year-old boy would do when confronted with his longtime crush turning on him like that.

He turned tail and ran.

And if Ladybug had shot her yoyo at him, tying him up and sending him tumbling to the ground before she’d pounced on him…well, he couldn’t be blamed if it had given his subconscious mind an entirely new avenue of fantasy fodder to explore.

…even if Marinette didn’t remember any of it.  Even if she couldn’t be held accountable for any of it, as everything she had done had been under the akuma’s influence.  Even if the akuma had been telling her to chase after her heart’s desire.

He hadn’t realized that was him.  As perceptive as he was, he had thought her sights were still set on blonde hair and green eyes and…but the akuma had set Ladybug after who she truly longed for, and Ladybug hadn’t tied up Adrien Agreste.

So when he’d gone to sleep that night and had a perfectly innocent dream of standing under the stars above deck, Claire slung over his neck and noodling the song he hadn’t been able to get out of his head since the first time beautiful blue eyes had stared at him in horror…it hadn’t really surprised him when a zipping whirr rang out above the chords.  It hadn’t really surprised him when Ladybug had landed on the deck not five paces away from where he was leaning against the rail, and it hadn’t surprised him when she’d stalked towards him, her yoyo still swinging by her side.

“I am going to tie you up, Luka Couffaine,” she’d purred, and Claire had disappeared in that way things do in dreams when Ladybug reached him, her fingers dancing up his chest.  His throat had bobbed as he swallowed, her eyes sinfully dark as she smiled up at him.  When her fingers had reached his shoulder, they’d slid up along his neck and into his hair, tugging his head down to crash their mouths together.  He was panting heavily when she finally pulled back, her teeth catching his lower lip to bite on her retreat.  “We were interrupted earlier.  I didn’t like that.”

His alarm had woken him up entirely too soon, and he had been painfully hard upon waking.  If he had rushed to the bathroom a little quicker than usual that morning, Juleka hadn’t said anything.