#wardroom

[ltwilliammowett]

Small brass bound coopered naval rum cask. Full size grog barrels of this form were to be found on board ship to hold rum and was rationed out to the crew. This example was probably made to be presented to the ship’s captain or the wardroom, England, 1800 -1830

[worstjourney]

Fun fact: This is the traditional toast for Sunday in the Royal Navy. Christmas fell on a Sunday in 1910 ... AND 2022! So you can toast Absent Friends too, and keep with tradition!

[polarpics]

Terra Nova wardroom, 1910

[erythriina]

Thinking about 19th century courting rules today. Specifically abt Edward Little asking Crozier before proposing making his suit to Jopson

[henrycollins]

edward little bats his eyelashes and he sends irving and hodgson flying back into the wall.

[b-radley66]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Expanded Universes (General) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Decker Sinclair, Siobhan Lincolnton, Chandrelle et Prehaska ne Songet, Kaylin Stone-Hunter Additional Tags: Female Friendship, Crew as Family Series: Part 8 of Drabbles and Such Summary:

A Captain and an XO watch a horror movie. NOTE: No popcorn was harmed in this story.

[sea-dukes-assistant]

London, 2008 - Sir leaving with, of all things, a "commemorative bag of sugar" after he and the wife visited Tate & Lyle sugar refinery. It was promptly put to use at the covfefe station in my office.

[stoportotouch]

having Terror Wardroom Activities on opera tumblr dot edu

[kent-farm]

—Bitsie Tulloch as Lois Lane wearing this Club Monaco Cristina Cashmere Cardigan (in Wheat; Sold Out), Superman and Lois, "Loyal Subjekts"

[variouspositions1984]

rewatching the terror is so fun there's always a new funky little dude with 2 and a half total minutes of screen time to get obsessed with

[perenial]

average crozierless wardroom discussion

[ltwilliammowett]

The wardroom on board the HMS Trincomalee (1817), by 70023venus2009

Here set with the usual china tableware for officers

[dravenscroft]

Not enough appreciation for the fact Hickey set up a cute little rustic dining table to do the cannibalism at. Like I know thematically something something emulating a wardroom/reinventing the social hierarchy of a ship etc etc but it is also just funny to me.

Like that was a very deliberate choice.

He may as well have a Live, Laugh, Love sign hanging in his tent. You know Tozer is having a bad enough time and now his monstrous megalomaniac boyfriend is like, setting up throw pillows.

Mutineer camp is NOT a house of horrors it's a HOME of horrors ❤

[tellusd20]

This large catamaran could make a suitable vessel for an adventuring party or an encounter as an exploration vessel or merchant. She measures 100 feet in length and 70 feet in width, is modestly armed with two ballistas, and her dual tumblehome hulls and shallow draft result in a stable, comfortable vessel.  Two smaller boats are carried onboard and launched via cranes for shore excursions.

The upper deck hosts a deckhouse which contains the ship's galley, mess, and  officers' wardroom, & captain's quarters. The lower deck in each hull contains cargo holds and sleeping quarters (including private, but spartan, accommodations for junior officers).

Full size PNGs and VTT files are available on my Patreon without watermark, in night/day + grid/gridless variants.

[asparklethatisblue]

The Captain’s cabin and the wardroom share a wall, so sometimes Mr Blanky plants himself there to make sure nobody listens to weird noises coming from it too closely.

Based on “a different groan” by @swanfloatieknight

[qin-ling]

icemav soulmate au (wip)

Ice hits the bolted wardrobe with a hollow thump that rattles the bulkhead. He’s pliant, his flight suit crumpled around Maverick’s fist, and silent, like he’d been the entire time Maverick dragged him through the passageways, far away from the boisterous celebration in the wardroom. A sliver of olive-green velcro peeks out beneath his squadron patch, and Maverick can’t fucking keep his eyes off it—that glimpse of imperfection, of Iceman disheveled, not by wind or sun but by the vise of Maverick’s grip.

Ice’s chest rises and falls steadily beneath his knuckles, hypnotic, meditative. Bitterness coats the back of Maverick’s throat. Unfazed, even now.

“You knew.”

“I knew,” says Ice, and only now does he reach up, with his long fingers and trimmed nails and gleaming ring, to pry the fist from his collar.

The touch cracks through Maverick like the thunderbolt that splits through Ice’s patch. Skin-on-skin, hand-on-hand, a terrible sensation that blooms so sweetly from Ice’s fingertips, sizzling Maverick’s nerve endings like a thousand filaments of that very same lightning.

Then Ice pulls away, and it’s gone.

Soulmates.

It’s ridiculous. It’s—how is it even possible? Five billion people on Earth. By probability alone—

And it’s Ice.