#whitewar

[kittyhalk]

Was about to make a post joking about an extremely niche thing I saw at my job but then remembered that no one would understand what I was talking about nor find the humor in this guy consistently identifying pottery shards as creamware when creamware was already uncommon on the east coast by the 1840s and the stuff he’s identified as creamware all came from a site waaaay out west occupied in like, the 1890s or 1900s if the other artifacts are anything to go by. Babe it’s not creamware.

[orchid02]

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[jelloapocalypse]

That art of Mera's dad said "porcelain eyes." Is that Epithet related or just a neat bit of character design? (Not that it can't be both but you know)

His epithet is "kaolin" which is a type of clay used to make porcelain.

I think it just means his eyes are colored like a white-and-blue piece of whiteware though.

[tinyshyteacup]

TW: cussing, implied virginity

Part 14

A Charming Detour - Part 15

The two of you were sitting in the clubhouse, tucked onto one of the couches near the back, away from the noise of the guys. You stirred your drink absentmindedly, brow furrowed.

"So… moving in together, huh?" you asked, glancing up at Juice.

He sighed, running a hand over his shaved head. "Yeah. Gemma’s right. If we don’t, it’s gonna look weird. Even the guys are starting to ask questions."

You frowned. "The dorm’s not exactly… livable for two people, either."

Juice huffed a laugh. "Yeah, no. It’s barely livable for one person. I’ve got, like, a foot of closet space."

You smirked. "Well, that's half my clothes covered."

"That’s not the point," Juice shot back, grinning. Then his expression softened. "But yeah, we gotta find something."

You rested your chin in your hand, thinking. "So, how does renting work here? It’s different in New Zealand. Back home, it’s usually a set-term lease, and we pay rent weekly."

Juice blinked. "Wait—you pay weekly?"

You nodded. "Yeah. And a bond—like, a security deposit—is usually a few weeks' worth of rent. Plus, most places come with whiteware."

Juice snorted. "Whiteware?"

"Fridge, washing machine, oven—"

"Oh," he laughed. "Yeah, no. We do that here too although with our budget we'll be lucky if the stove works."

You wrinkled your nose. "So what do you do?"

"Monthly rent, usually first and last month upfront, plus a security deposit. And most places? You gotta buy your own appliances."

"That’s ridiculous."

Juice smirked. "Welcome to America, babe."

You blushed slightly at the ‘babe,’ but Juice pretended not to notice.

You didn’t expect Juice to handle it so fast.

"Come on," he said the next afternoon, nudging you toward his bike. "Got something to show you."

"What?" you asked, confused.

"Just trust me."

He drove you across town, pulling up outside a small, two-story apartment complex. It wasn’t fancy—modest but well-kept, with a little parking lot and some patches of greenery.

"Juice…?" you questioned as he cut the engine.

He hopped off, grinning. "C’mon."

You followed him inside, up a short set of stairs, and to a door marked 2B.

Juice pulled out a key.

Your breath hitched. "Did you—"

He unlocked the door and pushed it open. "Home sweet home."

You stepped inside slowly. The apartment was small but cozy—an open living area, a tiny kitchen, a hallway leading to a bedroom and bathroom.

It was empty.

Just waiting.

For you.

For him.

You turned to him, stunned. "You already got it?"

Juice shifted on his feet. "Yeah. I mean, I know we talked about looking, but I figured… I dunno. I saw it, and it just felt right."

You swallowed. "This is ours?"

He nodded. "Yeah. Ours."

The apartment was quiet, filled only with the soft hum of the fridge in the kitchen and the occasional distant sounds of cars outside. The walls were bare, the air still carrying the faint scent of fresh paint and the sterile emptiness of a place yet to be lived in.

You wandered slowly through the space, fingertips grazing over the smooth wall as if trying to absorb the reality of it. This wasn’t just a place—it was yours. Yours and Juice’s.

"It’s kinda perfect," you murmured, more to yourself than to him.

Juice exhaled, like he’d been holding his breath. "Yeah?"

You turned to look at him, and the hope in his expression made something tighten in your chest. "Yeah."

Juice shifted on his feet, rubbing the back of his neck. "I wanted something that felt… safe. You know? A place where you wouldn’t have to deal with club shit all the time."

Your heart clenched at the quiet sincerity in his voice.

"Juice…"

He shrugged, eyes flicking away. "I just— I dunno. I wanted you to have something good."

The words hung between you, heavier than they should’ve been. This was supposed to be just a fake marriage. A cover. But Juice had gone out of his way to make sure you had a real home—something separate from the chaos of the club, something safe and stable.

You took a slow step closer, reaching out and slipping your hand into his.

Juice tensed immediately.

Your fingers were small in his, soft and warm against the slight callouses on his palms.

He didn’t pull away.

You gave a gentle squeeze. "Thank you."

Juice finally looked at you, and for a moment, he just… stared. Like he was memorizing every detail.

Then, hesitantly, his fingers curled around yours, holding on just a little tighter.

"Yeah," he murmured. "Anytime."

A beat of silence.

Then, with a crooked, almost shy smile, Juice gave your hand a small tug and started swaying side to side. "Wanna have our first dance as husband and wife ?" he teased, voice light but eyes warm.

You laughed, following his lead as he turned the sway into a slow, exaggerated circle. "There’s no music."

"Use your imagination, babe," he said, flashing that signature dorky grin.

The word babe sent warmth to your cheeks, but you didn’t call him out on it. Instead, you let him spin you gently before pulling you back in, his hand still clasped around yours.

For a split second, the moment felt… real.

Like a couple standing in their new home, swaying in the empty space, building something together.

You swallowed. "We should probably get furniture."

Juice smirked. "Eh, sleeping on the floor builds character."

You nudged him playfully, and he chuckled, squeezing your hand one last time before reluctantly letting go.

"C’mon," he said. "Let’s go get some food."

You gave him another playful nudge. "God, you know the way to my heart" you laughed

The move was chaotic in the way only SAMCRO could make it. Boxes were carried in with minimal care, half the guys throwing things around like they were moving into a frat house instead of a home.

"Juice, you sure she ain’t just a really short prospect?" Tig teased as he carried in a box labeled Kitchen.

"Shut up, Tig," Juice muttered, shooting a glance at you to make sure you weren’t offended.

You just smiled, used to their antics by now.

Bobby was setting up the couch, Chibs was trying to argue with Jax about the best way to arrange the furniture, and Opie was grumbling about how he got stuck carrying the heaviest shit.

Through it all, Juice couldn’t help but watch you.

The way you fluttered around, directing people where to put things, your face lighting up when you found something you’d forgotten you packed—like this really was your home. Like it wasn’t just some convenient arrangement.

And that did something dangerous to Juice.

Because it made it feel real.

At one point, you walked past him, brushing against his arm, and Juice felt something tighten in his chest.

Holy shit… she’s my wife.

His throat went dry.

She’s my wife.

My actual wife.

It was legal, It wasn’t real. But damn, in moments like this, with you smiling up at him, thanking him for finding the place, calling this your home—

He wished it was.

By the time the guys left, the apartment was mostly set up. The essentials were in place—couch, TV, bed, kitchen table—but there were still boxes everywhere, waiting to be unpacked.

You collapsed onto the couch with a tired sigh, stretching your legs out. "I can’t believe how fast that went."

Juice chuckled, dropping onto the couch beside you. "Yeah, well, when you have a gang of outlaws moving your stuff, it’s efficient as hell."

You gave a sleepy smile. "Guess so."

For a few minutes, it was quiet, just the two of you sitting there, soaking it in.

Juice swallowed hard.

You turned to him suddenly. "We should order groceries."

"Uh, yeah, sure," he said, grateful for the distraction.

You grabbed his laptop, pulling up the grocery store’s website, frowning in deep concentration as you tried to figure it out.

Juice leaned back, watching you. "You good?"

You made a frustrated noise. "Why is this so complicated?"

Juice smirked. "It’s literally just adding stuff to a cart."

"No, because look," you turned the screen to him, "I thought I added milk, but now I have twelve gallons in the cart."

Juice tried not to laugh. "How the hell did you—"

"I don’t know—fuck you safeway!" You huffed, staring at the screen and smashing the enter key like it had personally wronged you.

Juice shook his head, taking the laptop from you. "Alright, move over, rookie. Let a pro handle this."

You groaned, flopping back against the couch while Juice fixed it. "America is stupid."

Juice chuckled. "Yeah, well, welcome to Charming."

It took him less than two minutes to sort the whole thing out, and when he was done, he set the laptop aside and looked at you.

You were curled into the corner of the couch, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion, a small, sleepy smile tugging at your lips.

And damn.

Holy shit, she’s my wife.

The thought hit him again, slamming into his chest with a force he wasn’t prepared for.

It wasn’t just that you were here. It was the way you fit into this space, the way it already felt like home because you were in it.

Juice swallowed hard, pushing the thought away.

"C’mon," he murmured. "You’re falling asleep. Let’s get you to bed."

Juice could tell the exact moment you hit your limit. One second, you were sitting upright on the couch, barely fighting off a yawn, and the next, your head was bobbing slightly, eyelids fluttering like you were in a losing battle with sleep.

He smirked, nudging you lightly. "Hey, c’mon, let’s get you to bed before you pass out right here."

You made a small noise of protest, tucking yourself deeper into the couch cushions like you could somehow just stay there forever. "M’fine…"

Juice huffed a laugh, shaking his head. "Yeah, sure you are, you’re about two minutes away from face-planting on the floor, so I’m making an executive decision."

You blinked up at him, processing that, then just hummed in agreement as you let him guide you toward the bedroom.

The way you trusted him so easily sent a sharp pang through his chest.

Fuck, this is dangerous.

Once you reached the bed, you paused, frowning sleepily. "Wait, uh… sleeping arrangements?"

Juice scratched the back of his neck. "Uh, yeah. I mean, I can take the couch—"

Juice exhaled, staring at the wall.

Alright, cool. That’s settled. Now I’ll just go crash on the couch and pretend I don’t want to climb in next to her like a lovesick idiot.

You frowned. "Look, I’ve never really… shared a bed properly before, but you’re a good guy, so itll just be like a sleepover, right "

That made Juice freeze.

You shifted, tucking your hands in the sleeves of your sweater like you always did when you were nervous.

Goddammit.

Juice felt something ache in his chest at that. Because you meant it. You actually thought he was good.

And that made his stomach churn.

Because he wasn’t.

He wasn’t good, and here you were, trusting him completely.

She doesn’t even know who she’s married to.

"Yeah, I mean… I guess," he said cautiously. "But I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable."

You yawned with a grin "It’s fine. You’re my husband, right?"

His stomach flipped.

"Yeah," Juice said, his voice quieter than before. "Yeah, I—um, I’ll stay on my side, promise."

You nodded, exhaustion pulling at your features. "Okay."

You moved to climb into bed, pausing when you realized you were still in jeans.

Juice turned away quickly, giving you privacy while you changed into something more comfortable.

When he turned back, you were already curled up beneath the blankets, your eyes heavy with sleep.

Juice hesitated for a moment before carefully lying down beside you, making sure to keep a very clear space between you.

Juice had been trying really hard not to think about it.

Not to let his brain latch onto those words.

Never really shared a bed before.

He’d nodded when you said it, like it was no big deal, like it was just a casual fact.

He’d even made a joke about staying on his side, kept his voice light, kept himself from looking at you too long.

But now—

It hit him like a freight train.

You had never shared a bed with someone before.

Which meant—

Shit that meant a lot of things.

A lot of things that Juice should not be thinking about.

Jesus.

His stomach twisted.

His brain was fucking spiraling.

Because you’d said it so casually.

Like it wasn’t a big deal.

Like it hadn’t just wrecked him.

Juice had known you weren’t like the women who usually hung around the club.

But fuck.

Fuck.

Juice squeezed his eyes shut, inhaling sharply through his nose.

Do not think about it, man. Do not fucking think about it.

He was a goddamn creep.

A full-blown, disgusting creep.

Because the moment you’d said it, his brain had gone places.

Places it shouldn’t go.

Places that had nothing to do with protecting you or making this whole thing look real—

And everything to do with the fact that you were lying next to him, in bed, right now.

Without arms around you.

No one else’s scent on your skin.

No one else’s hands—

Juice flinched, scrubbing a hand down his face.

Jesus Christ, what was wrong with him?

He had to get a grip.

His thoughts were gonna eat him alive, c'mon man not real. Don’t make it real.

Then he grabbed the pillow, smacking it into place with enough frustration to make the fabric whine beneath his grip.

He needed to sleep.

That’s it.

Just sleep.

Not think about the implications of what you’d said.

Not think about how you’d admitted that you knew he was a good guy.

Which, fuck, that was a lie if he’d ever heard one.

Juice exhaled sharply through his nose.

It was fine.

Everything was fine.

He was just gonna close his eyes and go to sleep.

And not think about—

"Ive never really shared a bed before."

Juice groaned, rolling onto his side and shoving the pillow over his head.

He was so fucked.

The streetlight outside cast long shadows over the walls, the quiet hum of the night settling in around him.

His eyes settled over you curled up under the blankets, your hair spread out over the pillow, your breathing slow and steady.

Juice dragged a hand down his face.

This was a problem.

Because this wasn’t just about attraction.

This was about you.

Your softness. Your trust.

The fact that you believed, without a doubt, that he was a good guy.

And Jesus fuck, did that make him feel sick.

Because if you knew—

If you knew half the shit he’d done—

You wouldn’t be sleeping like that, thinking he was some kind of safe option.

You’d be running.

Juice turned onto his stomach, pressing his face into the pillow with a quiet groan.

God, you deserved so much.

More than just this fake marriage, this arrangement.

You deserved real love.

You deserved someone who could take care of you, protect you, make you feel safe.

And Juice—

Juice wanted to be that person.

So badly.

Juice exhaled hard, closing his eyes.

He needed to stop.

He needed to sleep.

But all he could think about was you, curled up beside him, trusting him completely.

And how much it was killing him that he couldn’t just reach over and hold you forever.

[baebeylik]

Cibola whiteware jar: canine-form lugs. Ancestral Pueblo. 1250-1300 CE

Dallas Museum of Art.

[blackberryjambaby]

hey kiwi mutuals if you know anyone in need of whiteware (washing machines, dishwashers, ovens, stove tops specifically) & they're in the bay of plenty, or willing to pick up from, i can hook them up for free!!

some of the wares may need minor repairs but they're all coming directly from retirement homes that are upgrading so they're in good condition & will otherwise just be dumped!

[magistral-crit]

Mod Seyfert’s stupid interpretation of how the Magistral Crits would be like in The Magistralverse

Ok guys you heard the title let’s GET TO IT

The ARMT (Antiheroic Rebels of Magistrals Time) is a group of various Malik characters from different universes/earths who are against The Magistralverse. Their leader is known as Blackeye Galaxy (yes this is me lol). She’s from Earth-1940-28-D, a universe that has Seyfert and Whiteware swap places (and some other things). Whiteware dies in this universe, which distraught Seyfert, leading her to start the ARMT.

Hope you guys liked the lore drop! Peace! (Not for malik)

-🐈🛸

[southwest-pottery-bracket]

Preliminaries: Battle of the Black-on-Whites!

Black-on-white pottery is far and away the most common decorated pottery style of the ancient Southwest. There are way, way too many to include them all... in fact, there are too many to include even all the ones I want to show off!

So this is the Preliminary Round - four different black-on-white types will go up against each other... only two will move on to represent black-on-whites in the final bracket.

Vote for your favorite!

Information and details about each type under the cut:

Sosi and Dogoszhi Black-on-white

Dogoszhi Black-on-white jar. Northeastern Arizona, 1050-1200.

These are actually two different types within Tusayan White Ware - Sosi B/W and Dogoszhi B/W. However, like I said, Too Many Whitewares, so I'm grouping them together because there's strong overlap.

Sosi B/W can be identified by its bold, black designs, like the one in the compilation above the cut; Dogozshi B/W has similar design layout, but instead of solid black, they're filled with hatchure (thin, parallel lines. Sometimes, like the image above, the body is a Dogoszhi design, while the neck has a more Sosi-like design.

Sosi and Dogozshi Black-on-whites were built with the coil-and-scrape method (built up of many small coils, probably turned on a turning plate called a puki, and then while the clay was still wet, scraped smooth and sometimes polished). The paint was carbon-based and got its color from a plant called beeweed. These were made in the Kayenta and Tusayan regions of north-eastern Arizona.

Mimbres Black-on-white

Bowl with a Frog, Mimbres Black-on-white. Southwestern New Mexico, AD 1000-1150.

One of the most iconic Southwest pottery types. Literally: one of the few pottery types in the Southwest to display a wide range of icons, human and animal figures. Pre-Classic Mimbres bowls used geometric and rotational symmetry designs more often, mixing bold lines and hatchure; Classic Mimbres bowls tend to have a linear design around the rim, and then a human or animal design on the inside. Various types of figures are seen, but primarily birds, insects, amphibians/reptiles, and twin human figures, in hematite-based paint.

Mimbres bowls are among the most popular to be sold by looters on the black market. Worse, a very large number of the most dramatic Mimbres bowls come from burials; if you see an archaeological pot for sale with an animal design like this, it was almost certainly stolen out of a grave. You can especially suspect this when the bowls have small circular holes smashed or drilled in the center, usually obscuring the figure partially. Archaeologists call these kill holes, from the idea that the pot was "killed" to end its use-life when it was buried with the deceased person. If you see a Mimbres pot with a kill-hole, odds are very good (something like 80%) that it came from a burial. These displayed bowls here are verified to come from non-burial contexts.

Chaco Black-on-white

Chaco (or Gallup) Black-on-white. Pueblo Bonito, Chaco Canyon, north-western New Mexico, AD 1000-1100.

Chaco Canyon! One of the most dramatic, interesting, and still mysterious aspects of the Ancestral Southwest. In a canyon in New Mexico, multiple palatial "Great Houses" were built, with hundreds of rooms, large and regimented plazas, massive kivas (circular subterranean religious buildings), and an incredible amount of decoration and pageantry. Pueblo Bonito, the largest of the Chaco Great Houses, is proven to have had a matrilineal elite/noble lineage. How many people actually lived in the Great Houses? Were they palaces, communal centers, worship centers? Were the Chaco elite a priestly class or a noble caste or a bit of both? How did they mobilize people throughout the Chaco sphere of influence to bring timbers down from the mountains a hundred kilometers away to build these Great Houses? There are a lot of things archaeologists still argue about. Pueblo and Navajo oral histories describe Chaco as an overreach of power that their ancestors eventually rejected, leading to the collapse of Chaco Canyon as a center of social influence throughout the Southwest around 1100. (Modern Pueblo and Navajo relationships to Chaco are complicated. It was an overreach of power, but also an incredible ancestral polity.) Until then, it was certainly a socially, politically, and religiously powerful force.

You can also see this in the pottery: this style of hatchure, the narrow black-and-white lines, was massively popular in Chaco Canyon and seems to have kind of ripple-effected out to the rest of the Southwest who were in or near the Chaco sphere of influence. Hatchure is very common in a lot of black-on-white wares, but very close, very narrow, very even hatchure is strongly associated with Chaco Canyon.

Cylinder jars for chocolate-drinking, as described and confirmed by Dr. Patricia Crown. Chaco Canyon, Pueblo Bonito, 1000-1100.

Also, Chaco Black-on-white cylinder jars were used for a chocolate-drinking ritual, indicating cultural connections, religious ties, and trade routes to Mesoamerica and Maya communities far to the south in Mexico in the 900s-1000s. It's an important thing to remember: None of these cultures or time periods were static, and were almost never insular.

Mesa Verde Black-on-white

Mesa Verde Black-on-white bowls. Southwestern Colorado/northwestern New Mexico, AD 1150-1280.

An immensely popular white ware style, Mesa Verde Black-on-white is associated with the Ancestral Pueblo settlements - including the dramatic and famous cliff dwellings, like Cliff Palace. Bold, heavy, repeating geometric designs in carbon-based paint are the most common, but there are hatched designs and some areas that used mineral paints as well. Paintbrushes to apply these painted designs were made of yucca.

Some of the most fun and famous Mesa Verde B/W vessels are the mugs of Mug House, a site so named because a bunch of mugs were found in it.

[estera-shirin]

Bowl Emulating Chinese Ceramics—Basra, Iraq, 9th century CE

According to the Met: "Ceramics such as this bowl are among the first examples to incorporate calligraphy as the main element of decoration. The Iraqi potters of the ninth century attempted to emulate the luminous quality and hard body of Chinese whitewares by using a tin‑opacified white glaze. The Arabic word ghibta (happiness) is repeated twice in cobalt blue at the center."

[specialagentartemis]

Begging archaeologists from 1985 to explain to me why “whiteware, undifferentiated” and “indeterminate whiteware” got separate line entries on the ceramics table

[zofi-persson-quotes]

Primal ref sheet

Name: Primal

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: AroAce

Species: Stickfigure

Age: 30

Height: 1,98 meters (6’4)

Skin color: dark

Hair: long brown hair, usually put into a braid or in a ponytail

Eyes: brown

Distinguishing features: some scars, whitewar body paint on face and arms

Clothing style/frequently worn clothes: light brown tank top, long brown baggy pants, black combat boots

Accessories: necklace with teeth, silver moon shaped hairpin with a golden star (a gift from her teammates when she expressed a liking to astronomy), leather gloves, small pouch on right glove

Family: Shady, Ballista, Sign (found family)

Talent: fighting

Personality: wild, hotheaded, acts before thinking, easily overwhelmed by strong emotions

Likes: training, studying history, going around StickCity, astronomy, helping Red with his animals (one of the only things that can calm her down. Red to this point can understand immediately when she’s overwhelmed, so he just give her one of his animals to cuddle), cooking

Dislikes: losing her teammates, failing missions, people treating her as if she’s stupid

Strengths: strength, fighting

Weaknesses: easily angered, she can be blinded by her anger, still has some difficulties with technology (she was raised for most of her life in a tribe of Stickfigures that lived in a more “primitive” way, so she’s still learning a bit)

Abilities: can turn into a very muscular version of herself

Powers: none

Weapons: bow and spear (the bow was her mother’s gift, so you will get hurt if you try to take it away from her)

[halloweennut]

Happy make terrible comics day! Welcome to my actual train of thought around some artifacts.

I made a joke once about wanting to eat this piece of flow blue whiteware ONCE and our lab specialist brought it back up last week when I gushed over the swan head Specifically.

Sometimes it's not enough to look and handle them i need to eat the artifacts

[orchid02]

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[e5e5e5e5e5]

I imagine the song 'money for nothing' playing,

As Robbie Robertson gets off his 17th year of non stop touring.

And he walks in to a microwave and whiteware shop.

And they go 'sorry mate, you're under qualified and too old'

Then they go back to singing The Weight.

more characters with superpowers who look into the whole superhero thing and decide "hm no i do not want to participate in this actually"

[nkyangiehomes]

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Color scheme: Classic white or patterned?

Number of pieces: Just for two, or a full family set?

Shape preference: Round, square, or oval?

You can even mix and match to build your own collection—Corelle designs complement each other beautifully.

Conclusion: A Plate for Every Plateful

If you’re looking for dinnerware that’s stylish, durable, low-maintenance, and fit for every occasion, Corelle is hands-down one of the best options out there. Whether it’s a regular weeknight meal or a big celebration, Corelle brings a little extra joy (and a lot less stress) to your table.

So go ahead, plate up with confidence. Your dining game just got an upgrade.

FAQs

1. Is Corelle good for formal dining occasions?

Absolutely! Many Corelle designs are sleek and elegant, perfect for dinner parties and special events.

2. Can Corelle plates go in the oven?

Yes, but only up to 350°F and for preheated ovens. Always follow the manufacturer’s guidelines.

3. Is Corelle dishwasher safe?

Yes, Corelle is dishwasher safe and maintains its finish even after frequent washes.

4. How long does Corelle dinnerware typically last?

With proper care, Corelle can last 10+ years without chipping or fading.

5. Where can I buy Corelle dinnerware?

You can find Corelle online through their official site, Amazon, or in major retail stores like Walmart and Target.

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