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roachmattea · 8 months

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yes we were enemies (read: friends) for the bit and then briefly an affair (i think???) also for the bit and then normal friends who still have pirate names also for the bit

RIGHT OMG. marland barley james & currier reeve forever and ever

#DONT I HAVE A #currier tag #yes #ask #aryeh tag

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kurtkokainer · 3 months

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this drawing gave me artblock so i forced myself to finish it. i don't think it's very good but I'm glad I got it done. if you like this drawing you should look at my other art lol it's better. anyways for all the lesbian enjoyers have valerie!! I'll take about her sometime. she's a femme fatale type character, she's also a florist with a lot of pharmaceutical knowledge. she runs her own like, dark web shop. whatever. all you need to know is she's made a human leather jacket before and sometimes wears it. yay!

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clove-pinks · 7 months

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The U.S. frigate United States capturing H.B.M. frigate Macedonian: fought, Octr. 25th. 1812 / lith. & pub. by N. Currier, c. 1835-1856 (LOC).

#polls #napoleonic #napoleonic wars #war of 1812 #military history #great comet of 1812 #charles dickens #george iv #regency era #regency #louisiana #us history #1810s #1812 #age of sail #naval battle #who will win the ultimate 1812 showdown?

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rindemption · 2 years

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Name Meaning

RULES: Search and post the meaning of your OCs’ names (if you made their name up or they go by a nickname, post an explanation of how it came to you)! Bonus if you can find something for their last name too.

Tagged by @katsigian and @wanderingaldecaldo. Thank you both!

Nathaniel - derived from the Hebrew name Netan’el, meaning “gift of God,” composed of the elements natan, meaning “to give,” and ’el, in reference to God. He shares a name with many famous individuals, including Nathanael Greene, Nat Turner, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Nathanael (born Nathan) West, Nathaniel Currier, and Nat "King" Cole.

Jude - Latin, derived from the Hebrew name Judah, from the Hebrew verb ידה, meaning "to praise". A name made popular by Jude Law and the Beatles Song "Hey Jude", after previously being an avoided name due to Judas Iscariot.

Verner - Scottish in origin, finding it's roots in the Germanic name Warner, from war(in) meaning "to guard", and heri or hari "an army". The highest population of the Verner family resided in Pennsylvania starting in the 1840's, and is now predominantly found in the United States.

I gave him the name Nathan simply because I like the name, and it felt like it fit after creating him. Verner was a reference to Conrad Verner from the Mass Effect series, and because I wanted a V last name. Jude was picked much later, and mostly because I liked how it sounded with the rest of the name.

This is an older game so I'm not sure who to tag. Therefore, take this as an open invitation to do it, or do it again!

#tag game #nathan v.#about the oc: nathan

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eur0paa-2 · 2 years

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Ok lets do this! OC tag: song challenge

Tagged by @hoesephseed annnd @derelictheretic thank you guys ^^

tagging @ryleesfortuna and anyone else who wants to

step 1 → create your oc (or ocs) in this picrew

step 2 → list 5 songs that inspired (or capture the feel of) your oc. if you chose multiple, feel free to pick your favorite or do songs for all of ‘em! (and feel free to list fewer or more songs if you want)

Turing (FC5)

Hallucinogenics - Matt Maeson

Typhoons - Royal Blood

Je te laisserai des mots - Patrick Watson

Headsick - Matt Maeson, ROZWELL, and USERx

The Drugs - Mother Mother

Clover Jackson (FO4)

Lone Winter Melody - James Currier

Wriggle - Cosmo Sheldrake

Mines ( Star Lumpy) - Eric Barone

Astronaut - Jack Stauber

An Ordinary Day - Kumi Tanioka

#tag game #oc:turing #oc: clover jackson #this is the closest ive ever gotten to making Turing accurately in one of these!!!!

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jdardan1 · 3 months

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missvintage5000 · 3 months

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Vintage Sweater.

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retropolitanllc · 1 year

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Womens Size 10 Currier House Vintage Wool Classic Tartan Plaid Maxi Wrap Skirt.

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ms-moonlight-inn · 3 years

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Beauty inspiration post. Museum day, part 7. Mattia Preti! Look at the hands!

#Mattia Preti #that's it #that's the tag #Currier Museum #The Martyrdom of Saint Bartholomew

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double-dare-designs · 2 years

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Home for the Holidays

Holiday Merch

Coupon Code: 15 to 50% (ZCYBERISBACK)

#coupon code #holiday merch #holiday greeting card #vintage #currier and ives #santa claus #gift tags #serving tray #greeting cards #christmas decor #floor pillows #double dare designs #lioness designs #graphic design #zazzle shop #zazzle designer #christmas

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inks-books · 2 years

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Find the Word Tag Game

I was tagged by @ashen-crest! My words are curl, soft, tear, and storm.

Curl

There were snarls above and laughter. Yasar yelled something incomprehensible as the sound of steel against steel rang out overhead, distorting his words. A roar of an angry lion sounded on deck and began running towards the hatch. One of the dwarves yelled for the hatch to be closed and suddenly the moonlight from above was blotched out save for the stairs that led on deck. There were shadows guarding the stairwell, and they flickered and danced as if there were firelight above as well. When an explosion went off, Amara screamed, terrified, and curled into a ball to protect herself. Tursanay was doing her best to stand on her own two feet, but the turmoil of the ship that was now bobbing up and down like a lure in the water was making it impossible to get a purchase on the wood beneath her feet.

Soft

Come to us, become a part of us, and we will become like you.“No!” she shrieked. She looked back to the mouth of the alley, sight blurred with tears as she called for her mother, and saw a small figure not much taller than her standing and watching with silent horror. In a moment of panic she reached out to the brown haired boy, screaming for help, and lost her grip on the stonework. Her reflection pulled her in swiftly, her screams abruptly cut off as a ripple went through the glass and they both disappeared in a blur of color. The echoes of laughter chased the boy down the alley and back out into the street. He screamed for his sister and ran for all he was worth away from that sound and the sight of the girl being attacked by her reflection. The echoes in the alley faded and the darkness ebbed away. The only signs anyone had gone down that alley in weeks was the small soft plush toy lying on the ground soaked by the rain, and a small, fresh basil leaf.

Tear

He chanced a look over the bushes, and his eyes went wide, the very sight tearing a scream from his lips. A creature that looked like a mix between a velociraptor and a komodo dragon reared up, striking at the dark skinned woman with vicious claws. There was a saddle on its back and a bridle around its face, but that didn’t hinder it from snapping at the woman. She thrust out her knife to parry the blow, cutting the creature across its limbs. When the stranger holding the Dai-Nē child screamed, both the creature and the guardian turned their heads to look in unison, locking eyes on him. The creature took advantage of its opponent’s distraction and lunged for the bushes where the stranger knelt, the familiar scent it was hunting emanating from the bundle he held.

Storm

They walked through the mirror station and into the open city bustling with activity. The centaurs were working on trash duty, carrying carts behind them and throwing the weekly waste into them. The mail curriers - riding great winged elk and carrying their satchels of holding - flew up and down the street quickly delivering letters and scrolls at a brisk pace. There was new graffiti painted on the side of one of the mirrored buildings with a political statement about the Council etched into the glass. It moved and waved to get people to see its message. Some stopped and read it, others continued on with their heads down against the wind. There was a storm moving in soon.

I LOVE these! Thanks for the tag!!! With no pressure, I tag the following: @void-fireworks, @vivji, and @authorlaurawinter!

#Tale of Dai-Ne #excerpts #tag game #inks writes

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roachmattea · 2 years

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sorry that i just drank four bottles of water in ten minutes do you still think i’m hot

very

#i just spent so much money on three pairs of pants and two shirts #im gonna be soooo hot in school. so excited to get bitches #currier tag #ask

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dangerdumpling · 4 years

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I’v been scrolling through the fallout new Vegas tag and I’m completely in love with the fact that everyone’s currier six OCs are all varying levels of crack head energy

#fallout #fallout new vegas #courier 6 #courier six #fallout oc

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lildevyl · 4 years

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How about Jackie getting hurt whilst fighting a criminal and his brothers have to come help him?

@darkiplurrr, Thank You! This gave me an idea for the Universe I want to create with Jackie and the Septics! And a special Guest Star!

Guest Starring: @shadowsinyoursoul as Lunar Shadows (Mob Boss Shadows) and @dolphintreasureart as Erin Treasures.

(Dolphin Treasure Art Gallery)

Shadows crept through the darkness on the rooftops of the city. They were close to the target at hand. Dolphin Treasure Art Gallery. Shadows sneered at the so-called competition. Competition? This was the Competition of their Art Gallery?! Of their multi million dollar Art Gallery that racks in the millions without any fault? Seriously? And to top it off, she, Erin Treasures, not only is the prime Gallery for the students at the University to display and sell their artworks and help secure jobs in the Art Field. But also, is appointed and approved for Director of the Music and Arts Program?!

That idiotic imbecile of a Dean thought that if changed Art Galleries that, that would be enough to get out of his contract? That it would be enough to make sure that there was no ties of the forgies that could and would be linked to him? Oh, how naive he truly is! But, Shadows will deal with him later! Right, they have bigger fish to fry! Not only was Erin trespassing into dangerous territory that she never enter, but she refused their offer!? Oh, no, no, no! Nobody refuses their offer of Security! Especially in these parts of the City. One might think, putting up a brand new Art Gallery with thousands and upon thousands. And even close to a million dollars worth of Artwork, that Erin would at least thought about security? One, might actually think that she was literally inviting people to come and steal something?

Shadows waited until the Night Guard was long gone. Checking their watch one last time, they climbed down the fire escape with ease. Slinking and blending perfectly in with the Shadows. Now, to get down to business. If you wanted something down right, you gotta do it yourself! Shadows, went to the side of the building and to where the power box was. Opening it up, and quickly shutting the power off, they quickly went to the back of the building and record timing, successfully picked the lock and was in.

Shadows smiled to themself. This was easy, a little too easy, they couldn’t let their guard down for single second. Easily maneuvering and getting around the security that was set up (seriously Erin really should have taken their offer, then they wouldn’t have gotten robbed to easily). Shadows made their way over to the section that was dubbed to be the most secured. Shadows just rolled their eyes at that. If this was so secure then how did they get in? going over to where the security box is, Shadows got their gear out and got started right away. They hated to admit, but this was taking a lot longer than they expected. After disabling the security system, Shadows had no problem in just waltzing right in like they owned the place. Hm, now there’s an idea. After all, it would so hard to back from all this, now wouldn’t?

Shadows spotted the painting that they were after. Perfect! Oh, so this was what their client was after? A one of a kind, portrait, of that famous Actor? Well, no matter, they’re getting paid top dollar and an added bonus on top of that! Shadows quickly cut the painting away from the picture frame with even a scratch on it! Rolling it up and putting in the currier that they brought with them, Shadows was about to head on out. When something caught their eye. Why was there a statue of Jackieboy Man in section of the Art Gallery?

“Lovely, night for taking in all of the beautiful artwork, wouldn’t you say, Shadows?” Jackie said stepping out into the lighted area from the street lamps.

“Jackieboy Man,” Shadows greeted with a slight nod. “Okay, let’s cut the pleasantries. I was not expecting her to go to you of all people. But sorry Jackieboy, unfortunately.” Shadows checked their watch. “I’m late for a very important date.”

“Well, looks like you’re going to be missing it, then.”

“Oh like to see you try!”

Shadows didn’t even give Jackie a chance, they charged right at Jackie trying to through him off. It worked for a second but Jackie quickly recovered. Dodging, blocking, countering, countering the counter strike and getting a few in as well. Shadows tries a triple kick and Jackie barely gets outta the way. Jackie tries to spin kick, but Shadows ducks under. Jump and trying to drop kick Jackie. Jackie grabs Shadows foot but they quickly used him to backflip backwards. Using this opportunity, Shadows uses their gymnastics to cartwheel and backflip out of the section. They then slink back into the shadows.

Jackie quickly chases after them. This part of the Gallery, Jackie doesn’t have the streetlights to help him. All he has is, the moonlight that is shining through the skylight, and his mini flashlight that he always kept on him. Slowly and cautiously Jackie made his way through, trying his best to spot Shadows. But they didn’t get that name, because it was a cute nickname. They got that name because they could literally do that, blend in and sneak in the shadows, nearly undetected. Jackie will say nearly, because the minute that the move, then their hiding spot has been revealed. Unfortunately, for Jackie, Shadows had the patients of saint. They trained themselves to be patient and be able to wait, hide, by themselves, time. That's why they were the top thief and mob boss in the city. They knew how to wait, while so many others panicked or were too impatient and rushed things.

Shadows, waited until they thought the close was clear. Then they bolt right for the door. Jackie was right on their heels. Slamming the door open and running for it. Shadows wound up running into someone or rather, a something, that they would be fine in never seeing again.

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Some sort of Android, Jackie realized. Some sort of dysfunction Android has caught Shadows and if he didn’t do something soon. Shadows was going to be dead. Grabbing a pipe from the ground Jackie started swinging, the pipe at the Android. The Android manage to let go, of Shadows but now it focused it’s entire attention on Jackie.

“D-de-destroy a-all hu-humans,” the Android stammered.

Jackie started attacking the Android with the pipe but it wasn’t doing much. The Android managed to grab the pipe and bend it in half. Then the Android used that pipe and struck Jackie with it, breaking at least two ribs. Tossing the pipe away, the Android grab a hold of Jackie and throw him to the opposite wall.

CRACK!

Jackie, didn’t know what it was, but something cracked in his back. The Android, was near him, sparks flying and all.

“Hey!” The Android turned around, looking right at Shadows, holding a firefighters hose, with water dripping from it. “Say hello to my little friend!” Pulling the lever, a powerful stream shot out of the hose. Blasting the Android away from Jackie and shortseriting.

“Th-Thank you,” Jackie manage to weeze out.

“No problem,” Shadows said. “You got anyway to contact that Magician of yours? Or that Doctor that treats ya at the Hospital?”

“Yeah, I do,” Jacke said getting the card the Marvin gave him to use when he was in trouble. The card glowed and dematerialized, sending the message to Marvin where he is and that he is in need of help.

Shadows, stuck around for a more secs, then they saw a flash of light in a nearby alleyway. Shadows, turned and was about to go back into the shadows with the painting that they stole. This better be worth it! And they were highly contemplating of added more to the price since this nearly cost not only their life but Jackie’s.

But before they left, seeing the Magician coming out of the corner of their eye, “By the way. Thanks for saving me.”

“Anytime, Shadows.”

And Shadows disappeared in the shadows just as Marvin made to Jackie.

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tagging: @weirdmixofweirdness, @huffletrax, @dolphintreasureart, @darkiplurrr, @shadowsinyoursoul, @kangaroo-roux, @septic-dr-schneep, @epicfangirl01, @a-humble-narcissus, @egopocalypse

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tumbler-tidbits · 4 years

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Threes Company- Provenance Pt.2/2

Characters: Sam x Sara, eventual Dean x Sara, and Sam x Sara x Dean

Series Warnings: See Masterlist

Chapter Warnings: Angst, mentions of smut, language, argument.

Word Count: 1,050

Summary: Dean reflects on his feelings for Sara, and then shit hits the fan.

A/N: Inspired by the song “All to Myself” by Dan & Shay. Song lyrics are bold and italicized, these are also Dean’s internal thoughts.

@spnclassicbingo square filled: Argument

@spnsongchallengebingo square filled: All to Myself by Dan & Shay

Dean was about to enter their shared motel room when he heard Sara moan. He stopped in his tracks and put his ear to the door,

“That’s it baby, just relax” he heard Sam say.

Dammit, Dean thought to himself, pushing away from the door and heading back to the Impala. They were fucking again. Dean had caught an earful enough times to know the signs AND the sounds.

He let out a long sigh as he slid into his sleek black muscle car. He couldn’t help the want that nipped at his chest or the jealousy that churned in his gut. Sam didn’t know it, but Dean also felt a pull to Sara. Some phantom force constantly tugging at him.

He was dying to kiss her, feel her,and call her his, but his baby brother essentially called ‘dibs’ and Dean wasn’t about to interfere.

Sure he flirted, and yeah, maybe he playfully smacked her ass a few times, but that was all in good fun. Truth was, Dean was still hopeful he’d get a chance with her.

Not that he wanted to take her from Sam. He’d never do that. But each day that went by with her slapping his arm, or laughing at one of his corny jokes, made him fall for her a little bit more.

Then again, each time he saw them kiss, or heard their moans he lost a little bit of that hope, and it was beginning to get too painful.

Dean sighed again and threw his head back against the seat, he couldn’t help letting his mind wander to thoughts of meeting her….

It was a typical werewolf hunt, or so they thought. Some shit went down, but in the end the sons a bitches were dead and that’s what mattered. Now they were stuck with this chick.

Sara was her name, an art currier in town who just happened to stumble upon them when they were down on their luck. She had saved their asses, but Dean wouldn’t be so quick to admit that.

She passed all the tests, and didn’t run screaming when Sammy gave her ‘the talk’ so Dean guessed she was alright. It’s helped a little that she was fucking gorgeous, long dark hair and bright blue eyes, with a smile a mile wide.

END FLASHBACK

Normally Dean would be all over her, but Sammy made the first move and kissed her so Dean backed off. Unfortunately, close to a year later, it still doesn’t stop the feelings he has for her.

Dean sees the door to their motel room swing open and Sam emerges with Sara close behind. He hops out of the Impala and meets them on the sidewalk.

“Let’s go” is all he says as he pushes them along towards the bar.

As they walk down the street from their motel. Dean watches her ass sway. Her tight Jeans are hung low and auburn hair separated into two loose braids. Dean lets his thoughts drift.

“I'm jealous of the blue jeans that you're wearing, And the way they're holding you so tight”

The moon is full and bright in the night sky, illuminating their path, and when she smiles the moon's rays catch her teeth in their light, causing a brighter grin.

“I'm jealous of the moon that keeps on staring. So lock the door and turn out the night”

He imagines how soft her skin would feel under his calloused fingers. How her plush lips would mold against his. Wonders if she would taste as sweet as she smells. How she would sound moaning his name.

“I want you all to myself, We don't need anyone else, Let our bodies do the talking, Let our shadows paint the wall.”

As they walk, Sam wraps his arm around her shoulders, leans in and kisses her gently, while she slips her hand into the back of his jeans, never breaking stride. Dean’s chest tightens again in that undeniable feeling of jealousy.

“I want you here in MY arms, We'll hide away in the dark, Slip your hand in MY back pocket, Go and let your long hair fall. I want you all to myself”

Dean stops abruptly suddenly very agitated at their egregious displays of affection.

“Jesus didn’t you two get enough at the motel?! Give it a break!”

“Lay off Dean we were just getting ready” Sam says.

“Right.” Dean scoffs, “Let's just get to the bar so we can work this case” he says looking poignantly at Sam, “think you can keep it in your pants long enough?”

Sam actually blushes and ducks his head, hiding his face behind his hair. Then Sara steps between them and shoves a finger in Dean’s chest.

“Shut it Dean, and don’t act like you don’t fuck every floosie you find!”

Dean’s taken aback at her brashness, but he can’t deny that it turns him on a little too.

“That’s not true!” He barks back.

“Of course it is! You think we’re stupid? The walls aren’t soundproof Dean we can hear you!”

“Then you should be able to hear that it was porn! I Haven't had sex since you started tagging along!” Dean shouts

“And how is that our fault Dean?! Don’t blame us because you aren’t getting any!” Sam interjects,

“It is your fault!”

“WHY?!” they yell simultaneously,

“Because all I can ever think about is HER!” He says pointing harshly in Sara’s direction

All eyes go wide and it’s suddenly very silent.

Dean mumbles a quiet “shit” turns on his heels and sprints back to the Impala. The engine roars to life and Dean peels out of the parking lot like a bat out of hell.

Sam and Sara stare after him, then turn to each other with similar expressions written on their face… What the fuck just happened?

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Threes Company: @mrsdeanfuckingwinchester @peridottea91 @hawaiianohana15 @theholyfoxface @negans-lucille-tblr @princessmisery666 @1000roughdrafts @justsomedreaming @viinchester

Tidbits Taglist: @idreamofplaid @dean-winchesters-bacon @maddiepants @pisces-cutie @covered-byroses @currentlyfangirling99 @team-free-will-you-idjits-67 @xxhalfbloodprincessxx @supernaturalsammy01 @sammyimpala-67 @ladywinchester1967 @sweetiepie-dean @fangirl-forevers-world @thoughtslikeaminefield @bobasheebaby @evansrogerskitten @missjenniferb @sculptorofbeginnings @kbl1313 @spnskinnyballs @treat-winchesterswith-kindness @justcallmeasmodeus @ain-t-bovvered @getnaildbyme @akshi8278 @rebelminxy @a-mess-of-many-fandoms-deactiva @fandom-princess-forevermore @unabashedsoul97 @dawnie1988 @flamencodiva @deanwinchesterswitch @adoptdontshoppets @princessmisery666

#spnsongchallengebingo #spnclassicbingo2019 #tumbler-tidbits #threes company #sam x sara blake x dean #supernatural

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missvintage5000 · 5 months

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Vintage Sweater.

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