#pirvate

[ninadobrevauniverse]

[nylandquest]

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[ceoofmetagala]

// @pastry3 here's ur ask

[cookiescr]

Yknow what fucking sucks is that i was planning on saving some money for a vacation with my family to celebrate when my uncle gets back from the hospital

[oofouchstovehot]

@ravthegrave if I hit 100 followers by Halloween I'll drop my wattpad account, put everything I've got saved on a public list, and give out some free commissions in the ask box

[whirlwindimagines]

First of all, thank you for your link to your Vash! He’s doing you proud.

Was just curious if you had any new ones planned or brainstorming?

I’m glad you guys are enjoying him! The ones I have on my profile are what’s currently available with ‘cowboy’ Vash being the newest one I’m missing Arthur Morgan ;(

I do have some other ones I’ve made that are still private because I’m ashamed lol Mafia Vash was a moment of weakness, I’ll release him… but I’ve been releasing them slowly, honestly I’ll take request for them! I think I got the formula down and have been playing around with AU’s and they seem to work. So I’m always thinking of some lol

[unluckybreadling]

makoto + togamis private jet = big boi in tiny ir plane seat and has bubble butt too cakey for plane seat

Listen I have been watching like airline reviews for nearly half of the day, so I am a 100% certified airline airplane engineer and interior designer and I can say this. His ass would mostly not fit in a custom flight seat that was constructed (cause lets be honest Bya.kuya never EVER expect to ever find love lol ) HOWEVER, it Is possible for him to fit a sofa because custom private jets come with that and a queen-sized bed (And a library too according to Crazy rich Asians the book version). Still, ultimately he's just going to have to find a way to squeeze or pretend to fit in the seat because you have to wear your seat belt for both take-off and landing for safety reasons. Sooo he's going to have to squeeze that cake in there somehow and make shit work🤷‍♀️!

[ninadobrevauniverse]

[niehauscosima]

Master Bath Bathroom in Jacksonville Huge doorless shower design for a traditional master bathroom with beige walls, stone slab flooring, a hot tub, an undermount sink, furniture-style cabinets, medium-tone wood cabinets, and beige tile.

[flodaya]

I find this interesting that Tom constantly says how he hates fame and people being in his private life, but he broke up with perfectly suited for a quiet life girl to date one of the most famous women in industry. Somebody is not being honest

you mean he is dating one of the most famous women in the industry who also happens to have not been seen in over a month and clearly is not fame hungry and loves their quiet and pirvate life just as much as he does? you mean that woman? okay sure hun maybe you should be honest and just admit you're racist and hate Z

[adickaboutspoons]

So we've talked a lot about the different illustrations of Blackbeard used in the show and how they differ and compare to actual historical depictions, and the subtextual significance thereof. But today I want to talk about the metatext.

Because it's weird that three such radically different depictions of Blackbeard should be contained within one book, right? And not a book called, like, "The Many Faces of Blackbeard" or something to suggest that said book is specifically about him and only him.

And, would you look at that - "Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates is a really real text that was published in the 1920s and is therefore available for free on-line (CW - this text is very much of its time and contains extremely repugnant racist depictions of characters of color). Short side-note, and then I want to get back to talking about the book itself. Howard Pyle was an author and illustrator in the late 19th/early 20th century, who is credited with being THE GUY who created the modern idea of what the pirates of the Golden Age of Piracy looked like, with billowy culots, long, wide sashes around their waists, head scarves under broad-brimmed hats, and gold hoop earnings.

And it's a total fabrication. Yeah. He based The Look largely on the Spanish Romani. So in the show we've got all these contradictory and erroneous illustrations of Blackbeard in this book of this guy who gave us That Pirate Look, knowing full well those illustrations were made up of whole cloth. And I just think that's a neat little extra layer of subtext.

So is Blackbeard even actually in the really real book? Yes. Ish. The first chapter of the book is dedicated to talking about real pirates of the Spanish Main and Blackbeard is featured from page 28 - 32 including a black-and-white illustration entitled "Blackbeard buries his treasure".

It's this very strange tone of being worshipfully tantalized by how he was a REAL pirate (as contrasted with Captain Kidd who was just a namby-pamby PIRVATEER 🙄) and just EVER so CLEVER, but also breathlessly scandalized by what a v. bad, awful, TERRIBLE curr he was. Here's a sample so you can see what I mean: "But with 'Blackbeard' it is different, for in him we have a real, ranting, raging, roaring pirate per se—one who really did bury treasure, who made more than one captain walk the plank, and who committed more private murders than he could number on the fingers of both hands; one who fills, and will continue to fill, the place to which he has been assigned for generations, and who may be depended upon to hold his place in the confidence of others for generations to come." All in all, it's mostly just a gloss the likes of which you can get out of glancing at the Wikipedia page. It doesn't even mention Stede in relation to Blackbeard except as an offhand comment about how apparently "Major Bonnet" (who is otherwise only mentioned in one paragraph that dunks on him for being unable to commit to the bit of being a "proper" pirate) swung by and picked up a bunch of sailors Blackbeard had marooned. No mention of the fact that Bonnet and Blackbeard sailed together for awhile. Or that said maroonees were prolly Bonnet's men who stuck with Blackbeard after the breakup they went their separate ways.

After the first chapter, the book mostly seems to be stories of fictional pirates (or at least wholly fictional stories that happen to use the names of real pirates incidentally. You know - like our little show).

But so what? Surely the show just used a real book as a prop and stuck their homegrown Blackbeard fanart in willy-nilly to make it look like part of the text, right?

About that.

So I actually found Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates by doing a search for the text on the pages opposite the illustration when Stede presents Ed with the book for his approval, and again when Izzy is perusing the book before he goes on his "THIS is Blackbeard" screed. And the stories from which the texts are taken are somewhat revealing.

The story opposite the illustration Stede presents is "The Ruby of Kishmore". It's about a man who is fundamentally opposed to committing acts of violence (he's a Quaker), who is indirectly responsible for the deaths of three men. The first dies when he attacks the Quaker, and in the course of their struggle, is accidentally stabbed by his own blade. The second dies when he attacks the Quaker, and in the course of their struggle, accidentally shoots himself with his own gun. The third lures the Quaker to a secluded spot and attacks him, and in the course of their struggle, he drowns (no cannonball to assist, but I think you're picking up what I'm putting down).

The story opposite the illustration Izzy is preoccupied with is "Tom Chist and the Treasure Box". The eponymous character is an orphan from Bristol. He's called Tom Chist because he was found as an infant inside a chest bearing the initials T.C. that washed ashore from the wreckage of a ship from Bristol and the woman who found him had recently lost a baby named Tom; so the new baby is Tom from the Chest (and, incidentally, isn't "Chist" an interestingly Kiwi pronunciation of "chest"). The man who raises Tom Chist is an abusive alcoholic. One night, Tom chances to spy on a pirate who comes ashore to bury a treasure chest. But when he goes back the next day for the chest himself, he finds that, while it does contain treasure, it mostly is full of blackmail material. So the abused orphan from Bristol, who is named "chest"-with-a-kiwi-accent unearths a chest full of sensitive material that can be used for leverage. It's hardly even a metaphor at that point.

I don't think there's anything particularly deep going on here - just a fun little Easter egg for those who go looking.

[fairuzfan]

Accidentally reblogging things to my main blog instead of the pirvate sidelong I use for bookmarking rest in peace

[orlissa]

Okay, bear with me:

Let's say that in the Unsaid-verse Sankt Nikolai is the one bringing children gifts on solstice eve.

Also, Alina and Aleksander are in a delicate détente with Nikolai, who is still off pirvateering and stuff--until he doesn't bother them, they won't bother him, and hey, maybe they can work together for the good of the country? Anyway, Nikolai is sometimes mentioned around the family wing.

Cue little princesses being absolutely convinced that Mama and Papa know Sankt Nikolai, and begging them to pass on their "dear Santa" to him. And *somebody* actually sending those letters to Nikolai, because it's too much fun not to.

[korn-maze]

Comfort (Munkathan Fanfiction)

Pairing: James 'Munky' Shaffer X Jonathan Davis (KoRn)

Summary: After Dealing With Some Bullies Back In Class, Jon Grows Fed Up And Leaves In A Fit Of Anger. His Best Friend James (Munky) Notices That His Friend Seems Upset And So He Follows Him To See What's Up. Anxiety Engulfs Jon's Mind And Body And He Begins To Grow Paranoid But Thankfully James Is There To Offer Some Comfort.

Warnings: Mention Of Bullies, Anxiety Attack, Slight Paranoia, Real Life Pairing.

Jon stormed out of the classroom with anger flowing through his veins. No longer could he hear the laughter of the assholes he had left behind, the only thing audible to him now was the blood roaring through his ears. He let his feet guide him to a private location, a location he favored the most out of the entire school. The music room. His pace slowed as he reached the wooden door to the now empty classroom. It was dark inside from what he could see through the little glass window connected to the door. Jon's hand found its way to his pocket as he began to fiddle for something inside. He felt something tiny and jagged and pulled it out. A small piece of glass. He maneuvered the piece of glass to fit inside the lock of the door and with some quick twists to the right and then to the left the door clicked open. He pulled himself inside quickly and slammed the door shut behind him. Thinking back it wasn't the smartest move to slam the door but he didn't care. He didn't care about anything at that moment.

He walked to the far back of the music room where there was a small hidden corner connected to where the bathroom was. Jon had spent all of his time in this corner when he had music class. It was pirvate enough and nobody bothered him. He wrote lyrics here, tuned guitars here, he had even fiddled with his pair of bagpipes here when he had them. It was a comfort spot of sorts. But no lyrics were going to be written here today. The small boy plopped himself on the hard floor with a thud and pulled his knees up to his chest, he could feel his heart rate begin to speed up and tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. He tried his hardest to hold them back But- Oh god who cares no one was here. Jon placed his hands ontop of his head and began to cry. His skinny frame trembled with each sob as he allowed his mind to wander back to the past. The horrible things people have said or done to him...and all he wanted to do was to fit in and to be a good boy. That's all he wanted.

"Fuck This Damned Place! Fuck It All To Hell!" Jon screamed as he tugged at his dreadlocks.

Jon's brain was sending itself into such an anxious frenzy that he didn't hear the door to the music room slowly open with an agoonizingly long creak. Two pair of lights flashed on and footsteps began to slowly approach him. He hadn't noticed though. His eyes were tightly shut and his brain was so loud..

"Jon Are You In Here? It's Me James."

Jon's eyes slowly flickered open. He regonized that name, but was it the James he knew or was it one of the assholes who picked on him pretending to be his good friend? If so Jon knew he couldn't do anything but kick and scream at them, though no one ever seemed to hear his yells for help anyways. The small boy's heart began to race faster and his breathing began to grow erratic, he didn't even notice the shadow that fell over him as the figure crouched down in front of him.

"Jon Look At Me! Hey Man, Snap Out Of It!"

So it was his James. His vision grew blurry and he couldn't muster the energy to speak, his heart was beating to fast and he couldn't breath. His sobbing came out in choked whines. James expression was one of pure concern, he didn't think he'd ever seen his friend so shaken up before. He tried once more to reach out to Jon but no reply came. Jon just continued to shake, pant, and cry. James frowned. The guitarist sithered up to the smaller boy and propped himself up next to him. He hoped that what he was about to do next would help. He gently wrapped an arm around Jon and pulled him into a tight hug, he then took the boys hand and squeezed it.

"its Alright Jon. I've Got Ya.."

"J-James I-I Can't B-Breath!"

" Shh, Deep Breaths Jon, Just Calm Down. Your Alright Now. Please Just Calm Down.."

James rubbed gentle cricles along his friends hand and whispered words of encouragment. Jon leaned into James' body and tried his best to take deep breaths. James' presence, his voice, his touch, his scent. It seemed to awaken something in Jon and he began to slowly feel himself relax. His heart rate slowed and he began to get his breathing back. James clutched him tightly.

"Attaboy Jon, Thats It, Your Alright~"

Jon swung his arms around James' neck and held onto him as if his life depended on it. He buried his face into James' chest and cried. James rested his chin atop of Jon's head and rocked himself back and forth. It was a little while before his friend began to fully calm down but once he did he shakily lifted his head up and etched his way out of James' grasp. James tilted his head and looked at Jon, he offered a smile.

"You Alright Man?"

"Y-Yeah, I'm Good. S-Sorry You Had To Witness That.."

"Nah Its Alright, You Know I Don't Mind. Its Better To Let it Out Than To Keep It In Right?"

"Yeah, I Suppose So, Heh."

The guitarist smiled and twirled one of Jon's dreadlocks before getting up and walking over to a table with a box of tissues on it. He grabbed it and walked back over to the corner and plopped the box onto Jon's lap, he then sat back down next his friend. Jon nodded his thanks before taking a tissue and wiping his stained face. James placed a hand on the singer's shoulder and gave it a light massage. Jon looked over and smiled before scooting back over towards the guitaritst and snuggling back into his side. The guitarist's face flushed.

"Thanks For Being Here Munk."

"Hm, No Problem Jon."

James smiled at the use of his nickname. But he wondered what his teacher thought of his sudden absence though, probably just thought he went out for a quick smoke was all. The bell for lunch would ring soon but he figured Jon didn't really care for it at the moment. Though James would have liked to go out and meet with their other band of friends he knew that Jon would need some time alone and probably didn't fancy to be near large crowds of people at the moment. James didn't really mind though, he'd stay here in this dark music room with his friend for as long as he needed. Jon's head shifted as he looked up at James with those brown puppy dog eyes. James swore he could feel his heart melt at the sight, Jon's little pout was utterly adorable. The singer grinned at his friend before maneuvering his head to snuggle into James' neck. James chuckled softly and rested a cheek back onto Jon's head.

[the-heart-of-a-monster]

yoooo i love shitting on the military they are the worst ♥️

but also. uh. im wondering if gun wasnt trying to get their hands on a dark gaia monster for whatever reason (my brain is leading me in the direction of study and find a way to neutralize them)

in which case haha uh oh. that probably wont end well.

what are you saying ofc the pirvate military organization can be trusted with primordial forces beyond their comprehension

[bowandcurtsey]

I'm sorry ahead of time if this is a long request. 🥺

I wanna request (if you have time) for a comfort/fluff story? I am having a tough time this week since I was asked to paint my best friend (who had passed many years ago) as a gift and I'm not handling it too well.

Would I be able to request a LiebeXfem reader comfort/fluff story where she breaks down in pirvate as she's painting the portrait and he overhears her? Something with extreme fluff and maybe a few kisses. If it's not too much trouble. 💓 Thank you for taking the time to read this.

Hi my lovely bby, I'm so so sorry I'm so late, I hope that you are feeling better. (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ It's always hard when you lose someone you love, it's like they took a part of you with them, didn't they? (ಡ‸ಡ)

Anyway, here's your request, and I hope your best friend in heaven gets to see you smile too (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

Also, I'm not too sure about the gender of your bestie, so I'll keep it gender neutral ♡

Characters: Liebe x f! reader TW: death, loss, grieving

Your fingers tremble as the tip of the brush reached the canvas. You looked at the sketched out, half painted face, the face you haven't seen in a long while.

"Hey," you whispered to the canvas, "how are you doing?"

You took a deep breath and a sip of water. Did a little stretch and continued the painting. You reminded yourself to keep positive, that this was a good thing, it was a gift.

You filled in their brows and think about how it furrows when they listen to you rant about your problems.

Their e/c eyes, that twinkled when they smiled. Yes, their lips when they smile. It's been awhile since you heard their laughter. The laugh that bounced off the walls of where ever you both were at.

You couldn't take it anymore, the heavy stone in your heart breaking your dam, as the waterworks started. You put the brush down and put your head in your hands, sobbing over like it was just yesterday that they left, your mind replaying all the precious moments you both shared.

A hand patted the top of your head, slowly stroking you, “hey.”

His familiar voice soft like a whisper. It felt like a gentle caress, a comfort for your damaged heart and you sobbed even harder.

Liebe sat beside you and pulled you into his embrace. He was warm and his sweater was soft and smelt like raspberries. Your feelings and emotions intensified as you clung onto him like it was for dear life.

The hand on your head had it's fingers weaving through your hair, helping you tuck those stray ends away from your face so you could breathe in between your sobs. His other arm held onto your waist firmly, so you were snug in his lap.

He pressed soft and gentle kisses to your hair and forehead. Slowly taking your hand in his and planting more kisses on it too. It was until your sobs turned to sniffs that Liebe started to talk again.

"You feeling better now, baby?" His hand cradled your face, slender thumb brushing the remains of your tears left on your cheeks.

You leaned into his palm as you gave a small nod.

With Liebe, you didn't need to explain much. He was smart and he always understood. He simply saw the painting and understood what was going on.

"You hungry?" he gave you a chaste kiss on your lips this time.

You shook your head.

"Hmm, but I am.." he gave you a little pout, "wanna accompany me while I grab a bite?"

"But I need to finish.." you whispered.

"You need a break and I need food, we'll make a quick one and be back to finish together." he said.

He wasn't giving you a choice. As soon as you fell silent, he scooped you up and out of the room.

Your mood was lifted the moment you stepped out and took in some fresh air. The gentle breeze hit your skin and you felt much better again. Liebe was still carrying you, not having any intentions of putting you down.

And that day, you decided to just indulge yourself a little and let your boyfriend spoil you. You stayed in his arms as he grabbed some burger from Charmy's kitchen and sat in the hall to eat. He even fed you some and of course nobody could resist Charmy's food.

You ended up eating your own burger after that and he did keep his promise to accompany you to finish your painting; you sitting in his lap.

Sometimes you felt lost, without a direction in your life. But at that moment you decided that home is in Liebe's arms.