#prow

[newguineatribalart]

Solomon Islands head Hunting Canoe Prow

[tenth-sentence]

So the three lanterns, at the stern, and the prow and the masthead, were all lit, and Drinian ordered two torches amidships.

"The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader" - C. S. Lewis

[misterlemonztenth]

01-13-24 | RIP legendary-scholar. misterlemonztenth.tumblr.com/archive

[paulpingminho]

[national-spain]

'Jasón clavando una rama en la proa del Argos', cuadro de 1912 obra de William Flint, pintor escocés (1880-1969). http://hadrian6.tumblr.com

Jason Nails a Bough to the Prow of the Argo. 1912. William Russell Flint Scottish 1880-1969. watercolor. http://hadrian6.tumblr.com

[whats-in-a-sentence]

And now the winds which had so long been from the northwest began to blow from the west itself and every morning when the sun rose out of the sea the curved prow of the Dawn Treader stood up right across the middle of the sun.

"The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader" - C. S. Lewis

[picmurasaki]

That OPMeg scene in S3 Earthspark tho.🥺💜

[chillingandtoxic]

slapped @archie-sunshine’s knight prowl with my witch mixmaster :3 she should not be trusted

[lies]

@anonsally

Prothonotary Warbler (Protonotaria citrea), Brazos Bend State Park, Fort Bend County, Texas.

[idiotdriftinginspace]

Summer Transformers ONE meme doodles

the movie isn't even out and i'm already making memes - nice :)

Part 2 Part 3

og photo under cut:

and the Prowl one as a little bonus (also i totally just didn't get another burst of inspiration while working on the 1st doodle nooo...)

The idea o Prowl - a police bot - chasing after grinning Orion with The FInger was to good of an idea to pass XD

if i don't get the midle finger scene in the movie i will combust and come with a pitch fork at whoever is responisible for such change/j

hasbro please give us Orion as a menace to the society, -THE POTENCIAL IS THERE- and i absolutley love these types of concepts

WICH IS WHY I ALREADY LOVE THE FACT THAT ORION AND D-16 ARE BOTH MINERS

[ltwilliammowett]

Prow of the Ship, by Arthur Briscoe (1873-1943)

[balrogballs]

your maedhros x elwing

you are so correct i currently have around 20k unconnected bits of either arguing, comic horror or smut from that series in my drafts including an extended bit where elwing just uses the silmaril-less nauglamir as a sex collar where the dynamic is just that mae is not allowed to make a sound when it’s on him and another where eärendil turns up and watches and the only overarching theme across it all is just:

[bnsni]

Prowl is 1000% the type to lay you down on his berth and push his spike into you but not move at all. “If you want it so bad you’re going to have to fuck yourself on it.” Him making you hump his spike while he has you pinned down on your back bdhshsgsvdhd

If you complain that you cant do it, you cant fuck yourself on his spike good enough, Prowl just rolls his optics. “Can’t do anything right, can you?” Then wraps his servo around your waist and just uses you like a toy. You expect him to change position or stop when you cum but oml he’s still going at it with you just limp in his hand like a fucked out doll 🫣

I was drinking water reading this and choked 🫡 Gotta give you props for leaving me speechless omg I am DROOLING AT THIS ASK SHSIDHHD😩 his servos clamping down on our shoulder so hard you can't buck up your hips well to meet his spike. You're stimulated that's for sure but not enough that it reaches wholesale pleasure. human being prowl's little spike sleeve,,,,him turning you over, around, bending you as he pleases while he relentlessly ploughs into you for the entire night. He's overloaded at least like fifteen times, or more, he doesnt care. He's planning to fuck the stress out of him.

WAIT. Even in the mornings, when he's stressed out by a minor inconvenience, he's gonna call them up or literally hunts them down for a little session in the janitorial closet.

,, okay let me lay down and repent

[echo-bleu]

Eärendil WIP

[quinloki]

Ooh ghost ship... horror but make it bittersweet. Imagine being a castaway. Delirious, struggling to survive on a barely functional escape boat, no food, soaked to the bone from the storm that constantly threatens to capsize you- and then through the fog comes a ship so huge it fills your whole field of vision. You drift to the side of it, the davit(I think that's what it's called? The crane they use to get little boats up and down) seeming to attach itself to your boat. You're welcomed aboard, something about all these larger than life figures feels surreal to you. It's like... you can't truly focus on their faces. But you're out of it, so you chalk it up to that, thanking them tearfully for the food the one in white serves you, the fresh set of clothes and warm blanket wrapped around your shoulders. One man, clearer than all the rest, gives you a checkup. Maybe even puts you on an IV after everything you've been through. You're there for a few nights, enough to recover, for your head to clear. And then you wake up, and... the ship is empty. The sky is clear. The quietest it's been in ages. You wander the deck, calling the names of the friends you've made, but you aren't close to death anymore. There's no response. But you find a proper dinghy, fully stocked. A map and log pose are laid out for you, and a letter wishing you well. And along with that- what appears to be a vintage photo of the crew.

THE EMOTIONS I WENT THROUGH READING THIS ANON

How

DARE.

T-T noooo my heart.

You did this right in front of my salad too, I just -

I need to recover.

[cosmonautroger]

Dean Prow