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queen-of-reptiles · 5 months

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description: In which lisa evans and her girlfriend have been together way to long without an announcement

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lisa evans x female reader

disclaimer: remember it is all just fiction!

warnings: a few rough words, suggestive! and fluff!

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"Lisa!" y/n laughed, smacking her girlfriend's hand away from the icing bowl again, the Scott whining as she did so, glaring teasingly at her lover.

"It's baby to you!" Lisa scolds and y/n chuckles as she presses a quick kiss to the woman's lips.

Lisa smiles a little at that, sat happily on the counter as she watched her lover bake cupcakes, y/n hummed lightly along to the music from the radio.

She was swaying lightly and Lisa couldn't help but slide from the counter and wrap her arms around her lover's waist, folding into her as she rested her forehead against her shoulder.

The two swayed like that for a moment, y/n finally finishing the icing on her first batch of cupcakes, the second and third in the oven currently.

Lisa was far too used to her lover baking, she knew she found it relaxing after training and the staff never complained about the sweet treats they got the next day.

y/n turned in Lisa's light hold, their faces coming level, considering they were the same height, and Lisa smiled softly as y/n raised a cut bit of the cupcake.

"Open." She tells Lisa who does and she feeds her the sweet treat, Lisa groaning at how good it tasted.

"When we retire, you should open a bakery, because jesus." Lisa says, pecking her girlfriend's lips.

"It tastes okay then?" y/n asks and Lisa nods.

"Fantastic, though I prefer something else sweet." Lisa says, the suggestive tone seeping through her voice as she presses her lips back against her lover.

y/n lets out a chuckle but grips her girlfriend's shoulders with a gasp when a cold hand spreads over her lower back, sneaking under her shirt to press her body into Lisa's.

"You're insatiable Evans." y/n mutters to her girlfriend, who hums and begins to move her lips down her girlfriend's neck, pausing when her lover lets out a small whimper of pleasure.

Just as Lisa goes to nip at the skin, the oven timer begins to beep, and y/n snaps into action and pushes her girlfriend lightly from her as she gets the cupcakes out the over.

Lisa groans in annoyance and y/n laughs at her as she makes sure the cupcakes are ready, she places them on the cooling rack and turns to her pouting girlfriend.

"Let me finish these, and then we can continue that." y/n winks and Lisa grins.

"We can have sex?" She asks excitedly.

"You're saying it like you haven't had it in years." y/n laughs and Lisa pouts.

"Feels like it." Lisa huffs and y/n rolls her eyes.

"Lisa it's been four hours!"

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y/n was exhausted by the time the game came to it's end, it was a good result, the win would keep them in the top four of the table, which no one had expected from West Ham at the beginning in this season.

Shaking a few hands, y/n laughed when a body landed on her back, her girlfriend pecking her cheek multiple times. The crowd of Chigwell cheered, seeing one of the couples of West Ham.

While Mackenzie and Kirsty were cute, they were a lot less touchy during game time, Lisa and y/n were the opposite, both very touchy people, and therefore would always share some sort of contact after the game.

People loved them, the Scottish forward and English CAM, the two worked so well, and today was just proof, two goals for y/n, plus to assists, one to Lisa's goal and one to Riko's.

"There she is, our golden girl!" Lisa hums in her ear, y/n's hands gripping her thighs as she keeps her safe on her back.

"Hmm, had to do something, hadn't scored in three games babe." y/n chuckled as they moved to the crowd, Lisa hopping off her back as they began to sign some shirts and take some photos.

Eventually the girls moved back into the changing rooms, 'Strawberry Kisses' blasting from a happy Mackenzie as the group quickly showered and changed.

As they all came down from their win, y/n was talking to Kirsty not noticing Lisa nodding at Mackenzie who paused the music as Lisa stood up on a bench.

"Oi!" Lisa called shutting everyone up.

"Lovely as always babe." y/n chuckled and Lisa rolled her eyes at her lover.

"As you all know, me and the missus will be celebrating 7 years next weekend." Lisa begins.

The two had decided to have a party the day after their game, as they were playing a Saturday game for once, and of course their team was invited, as well as their national team-mates who could make it.

"So, Sunday afternoon, we will be having a barbecue that you are all welcome to join." Lisa explains as people cheer.

"So, it's an anniversary party?" Mackenzie asks, a small smirk on her lips.

"Well that and I'm hoping, an engagement party." Lisa admits as she jumps down and onto one knee, a velvet box in her hands as the team all gasp.

"Oh my god." y/n says in shock, hand covering her mouth as she watches her girlfriend.

"Baby, marry me?" Lisa asks, she had never been fond of speeches.

"Yes, yes, a hundred times yes." y/n nods, trying not to burst into tears. "Is this a joke?" She then asks in shock.

"Yes babe, I got on one knee and bought a ring for a laugh." Lisa scoffs sarcastically as she leans up and grabs her lover's face, bringing her in for a long kiss.

The team begin to cheer loudly, Kirsty winking at her girlfriend as they were the only two who were aware of Lisa's plan, and as the two pull away it was clear to see the excitement.

"You sure?" Lisa asks her girlfriend.

"Of course, no one else I'd rather." y/n smiles softly and Lisa sighs in relief as she slides the ring on her finger.

"God I love ya." Lisa sighs, kissing her forehead.

"I love you too." y/n chuckles, before they are flattened by a very excited group of girls.

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y/n next week it is seven years, and the team shall be coming to our party, our engagement party of course!

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Had this one in mind for ages ! Didn't completely turn our the way I wanted, but it will do!

I LOVE LISA SO MUCH

also to the annons threatening me from my LJ arsenal post - have a great evening my lovelies xo

Queenie! xx

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pedge-stuff · 9 months

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island time (pedro pascal x gn/m!reader)

a/n: same vague universe as “marked,“ per usual.

tumblr took this down for sexual content, so naturally, I added more before I re-uploaded.

thanks, as always, for everything.

obligatory warning: light smut, allusions to oral

summary: you bear witness to the annual trip, and... are witnessed bare.

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The first year, you don’t go. You’ve only been dating four months— trip was already half-planned, and you don’t feel established enough to intrude. Afraid to insert yourself, though P offered several times.

You forget about it, til the planning starts up again. Get a little shy about it, dodge schedule questions at a group dinner. Think on it, overthink it, think maybe he’ll forget it even came up. He asks you again, looking up from his kindle in bed, reading glasses pushed low on his nose.

So you find yourself on an island, in a villa, by the water.

It's not as awkward as you were worried it'd be— you know these people better than you think you do. More the concept of traveling with friends, as a Capital-A Adult, that had you worried. There is a social etiquette that you only kinda understand.

The villa is really a series of small, vaguely connected little cabins. Private rooms with sandy-stone walkways in-between, a kitchen and lounge-type space at the center. Pool and hot tub outside, private beach access.

Travel had stolen most of the day; JFK to Nassau first thing, only slightly hampered by post-holiday congestion, and then a skipper to the more secluded island. (Not private, but you'd yet to see another person around.)

And now, here you are— laying face down on possibly the crispest, cleanest white sheets you've ever seen. In your underwear, lest you touch the bed with the clothes that also touched the terminal seats of JFK.

Pedro is still moving around, passing between the bedroom and bathroom, setting things out from his suitcase. He is methodical about travel and hotel rooms, which makes sense for a man who spends a generous amount of time on the road.

(You are ignoring, at present, the difference in sizes between your suitcases: yours a carry-on, his a checked. Yours with a return ticked to JFK, his to LAX. It has left a bitter pit in your stomach, as the holidays have wound down— the inevitability of your separation, despite the promise of this trip beforehand. On the morning of the 2nd, you will separate for a full three months.)

Hands on your shoulders pulls you out of your brief misery. You are flipped— quite ruthlessly, you think— over onto your back. Above you, Pedro grins. Leans down, giving you only a chaste peck.

"Do you want your toiletries in the bathroom?" He is all business, though he still hovers.

"I want you to take off your nasty airport pants and come here," you gripe. He kisses you again, warmer this time, and you seize your opportunity to latch an arm around his middle, pulling him onto you. (You groan, dramatically, though you always enjoy the firm weight of him. Like a heated, weighted blanket.)

It is hot, late into the afternoon. Even in your underwear, you feel kinda sticky in the humidity. The salt air hangs thick around you.

Pedro slowly shucks off his shirt, and shimmies out of the jeans he insisted on flying in. Only then does he fully commit, rolling backwards into the middle of the bed. He's still rocking a light farmers tan from LA last month, golden biceps attached to pale shoulders.

The urge overtakes you before you can fully process what you're doing. You sink your teeth lightly into the arm closest to you.

"Hey!"

"Mm." A kiss is pressed to the little indent, before you pillow your cheek against it. "Wanna take a little piece of you with me."

The separation— that was the urge. The distant feeling of impending sadness, clashing behind your collarbone against a deep swell of affection.

"Baby," he whispers. Warm lips and bristled whispers brush your forehead.

"Sorry. No sad vacation vibes."

He reaches over, tipping your chin until your lips meet. Holds you there, locked together, and breathes you in for a few long beats before the kiss deepens.

Your turn to be on top; breaking the kiss to prop up on one elbow, splaying your other hand on his waist as you lay kisses to his exposed side. It is languid, easy. Pedro uses your hip to pull you up, closer, so he can redirect your mouth to his for another kiss. You keep shifting, bracing your hands on either side to fully rest on top of him, lightly, joined at the stomach and the mouth.

Mindlessly, rote motion, you roll your hips down. Boxer-on-brief friction. The skin of his chest is salty with sweat and ocean air as you begin to kiss a trail from the corner of his mouth. Spend a moment at the heart-shaped patch in his beard you've grown fond of. A low moan rumbles from Pedro's chest as you bite gently at the hollow of his throat.

"This a thing now?" He says, breathlessly. His hands brace your chest, palms spread across the top of your ribcage. Brush your sides, lightly, where he knows you are sensitive. You exhale sharply into a kiss on his stomach. Move downwards, still. Brush your nose against the faint trail of hair below his navel, lick a small stripe on his belly.

Fingers lace themselves into your hair as you position yourself downwards. Pedro's leg shifts until you are bracketed between his knees, which are splayed open. Just for you.

The moment you tug on the elastic waistband, the moment is shattered.

"Y'all better be decent." Sarah enters abruptly from the glass doors that face the beach, without knocking. You hardly have time to feel embarrassed, sitting up and off of him as fast as possible; hands and lips burning with the sudden loss of contact.

"You've seen me in less," Pedro points out, chest heaving slightly. No effort is made to conceal the evident tent in his boxers.

"Fair point. We started drinking a half hour ago. Be horny later." He flips her the bird, and she flips it back.

Tipping backwards, you land back beside Pedro on the bed. Stare at the ceiling— or rather, thatched roofing— while your mind slowly buffers. Too hot and bothered to register the inevitable shame of being caught like a pair of teenagers.

"Do you..."

A large hand reaches over, palming gently between your thighs.

"They can wait."

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thesingingbullfrog · 8 months

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Peck's Skipper

#skipper #butterflies #butterfly #wildlife photography #nature photography #photographers on tumblr #original photography

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ragingbookdragon · 2 years

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Of all the times she’d seen Hangman shitfaced, this was by far the most surprising and perhaps confusing time. She had one hand on his lower back, steadying him as he leaned across the table and yelled, “You are out of your goddamn mind to think that Cher’s covers of ABBA are better than the original!”

Phoenix simply blinked at him. “Just wait until you hear my thoughts on Dolly Parton’s I Will Always Love You being covered by Whitney Houston.”

She thought Hangman’s eyes were going to burst out of his head the way they went so wide. “EXCUSE ME?! DID YOU JUST SAY SOMETHIN’ ‘BOUT THE QUEEN OF COUNTRY DOLLY FUCKING PARTON?!”

“Jake,” she said, pulling on his belt, trying not to laugh. The accent he’d done so well to go away with liked to come out when he was either angry or drunk. “Sit down.”

“I WILL NOT?” he retorted, turning to look at her. “IT’S LIKE FUCKIN’ SAYIN’ THAT TRASH ASS COVER OF CARRYIN’ YOUR LOVE WITH ME IS BETTER THAN GEORGE STRAIT’S!”

“It is,” Payback joked, snorting whenever she shot him a glare, but sure enough it was like setting fire to a keg of gunpowder because Hangman, lost his mind.

“WHAT?!” he bellowed. “WHAT IS WRONG WITH Y’ALL! Y’ALL ARE SO GODDAMN OUT OF YOUR EVER-FUCKING MINDS! OH MY GOD! WHAT THE—”

“Lieutenant Seresin, sit the fuck down or I’ll chew your ass out and then send you to see the Skipper so he can chew your ass out,” she commanded with that Kazansky authority that had everyone in their drunken haze sitting up a little straighter.

Hangman, as if suddenly sober, sat down next to her, seething quietly and grumbling to himself. “Pretty girl—” he started, and she gave him a glass of water that the server had given her moments before.

“Drink.”

He took it from her and held it to his chest, glaring into it. “Their opinions are trash.”

“I know, sweetheart,” she calmed, gently placing her hand on the back of his neck where she brushed her thumb at the base of his skull. He leaned into her, eventually laying his head at her chest, under her chin and she smiled as she continued her ministrations. The other pilots started taking pictures and snickering, but she was too busy comforting the griping pilot and gently pecking his head.

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shinygremlin · 1 year

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A collection of Grass-Skipper pictures

#grass skippers #my photography #entomology #insects #nature #insect photography #butterfly photography #butterfly #skippers #dun skipper #Peck's Skipper #northern broken dash #cw insect

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homeofhousechickens · 1 year

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Salad the hen

My friend Curt's beloved hen Salad passed away on December 14th so i made a memorial piece for him of her. Salad was very lucky to have such a kind and observant owner as its not often production hens make it to over seven years of age. Salad was not in pain and was not yet suffering from her cancer but there was signs that she would soon begin to become uncomfortable so the decision was made to allow her to pass peacefully.

"The mass below her vent would frequently bleed, because it was composed of cancerous blood cells. Other than that she otherwise appeared healthy: bright eyes, tail up, active, social, eating and drinking as usual. In other words, she still had a good quality of life. So putting her down seemed too early. But if I waited, she would suffer, and I also do not want my ladies to suffer needlessly. Finally, however, the bleeding became constant, not much, but more than I could keep up with by cleaning her twice daily. And she started to pick at it, as did Skipper. Keeping indoors or separated from the flock would be cruel, so sadly, her time had come.

But this is a celebration of Salad's wonderful life. If you were to design the best life for a chicken, that was what she lived. She lived her entire life with Fingers, and always in my small flock of 6 or so. Her life was low stress. She lived in a 400 square foot run, with about 2 hours a day free-range time.

She was healthy for all but about 3 weeks of her life. She had never been indoors in her 7 1/2 years until two weeks ago. And that's clearly how she liked it: I caged her inside briefly while she dried out after her first bath, and she did nothing but complain to me the entire time about not being out with the other ladies. She had never left my backyard until, when we made our first visit to the vet.

And while Salad was a small girl, she was a prolific and consistent egg layer, laying a whopping 891 eggs on her lifetime.

She wasn't flashy, and at best would tolerate me, unlike Rotisserie who would sit on my lap, or Speedy who would follow me around and stick her nose into my business. And eventually Salad became the top of the pecking order by outliving the other ladies. As top hen, she was never mean, but she did discipline the other ladies. Her 'contented' sound was a kind of urgent whine, not at all pleasant, until you understood that she was happy.

I made promises to myself and to my chickens when I started in 2013. One, that they would live their entire lives with me. Two, that they would receive the best care I could provide for them during their lives. And three, that they would not die alone. I fulfilled the last of those promises to Salad on Monday.

RIP Salad, my sweet girl." -Curt

#pixel art #Chicken art #Salad the chicken #chickenblr

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onenicebugperday · 1 year

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@faggomorph submitted: Hey there! i haven't seen many bugs nowadays that it's cold out, but i wanted to share some that i found over the warmer months :]

Black swallowtail caterpillar! very cute. caterpillars are some of my favorites, im a sucker for anything with lots of little legs

some sort of calligrapher flies. it was hard to get a good shot of these since they're so small. i remember one of them landed right on my nose!

i think this is a tarnished plant bug, this photo is one of my favorites :)

INaturalist tells me this one is a Peck's Skipper. very fuzzy fellow

aaand lots of Harlequin bug nymphs! i love the patterns on them, they're very fashionable little guys.

that's all, hope you enjoy them ❤️

Hello! I enjoy all of these friends deeply, thank you. Espcially the skipper........effervescent :)

#animals #insects #bugs #submission #butterfly #black swallowtail #caterpillar #larva #fly #hover fly #true bugs #plant bug #mirid bug #skipper #harlequin bug

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dead-mans-house · 10 months

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I decided to try to figure out who is considered human and who isn't in The Abarat series. After doing a scour of the books, my conclusion is that "human" is a word that is used differently by different people. It can refer to the species of humans, to people who are shaped like humans but are a different species, and possibly to people who are descended from the human species who live in Abarat (debateable) The word "Abaratian" seems used as a demonym more than any kind of biology word.

"Which Abaratians are human" - the greatest thread in the history of forums, locked by a moderator after 12,239 pages of heated debate,

I started looking into this because I wanted to know if the Candy/Carrion ship was technically an interspecies thing. It doesn't really matter, I was just curious

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-The Fantomaya in The Lyre in the Abarat Prologue are referred to as human.

-In Abarat ch. 7, Mendelson Shape is said to make a sound that is far from human. He later says, "The Abarat isn’t for human eyes. You belong in this world, the Hereafter." This suggests that every human in The Abarat might not be indiginous to it.

-The Sea Skippers and Vlitters are both described with human comparisons, suggesting they do not count as human.

-In Abarat ch. 13, Candy observes the populace: "As far as Candy could see there were plenty of people who resembled folks she might have expected to see on the streets of Chickentown, give or take a sartorial detail: a hat, a coat, a wooden snout. But for every one person that looked perfectly human, there were two who looked perfectly other than human. The children of a thousand marriages between humankind and the great bestiary of the Abarat were abroad on the streets of the city." In the same chapter, Candy sees humans on a television.

-In ch 18, "Abaratian merchants" and "Abaratian slaves" are mentioned. The A in Abaratian is always capitalized, suggesting that it is more like the word American than it is like the word human

-In Abarat ch. 19, Carrion uses mummified human cadavers for his spell. (This fact is brought up again, later, in chapter 22) Ignacio the stitchling is apparently made from at least some human parts, because, "Two thirds of his body were still functioning as ordinary human anatomy."

-The people of The Abarat are apparently very aware of human norms. In ch 22 we read that Carrion had "heard it said that every fear that had ever chilled the human heart was here on Gorgossium."

-In ch 23, Candy doesn't seem to think that Pixler is fully human. The narrative says, "he seemed more like an ordinary human being than many of the creatures she’d met on her travels" which could mean many things.

-In ch 28, Malingo is said to be not "quite as vulnerable as a human being."

-In ch 30, the stitchling mires are of "inhuman design."

-In the Abarat appendix, we learn that Kalukwa birds "reportedly hatch downy human babies from their eggs every ninth year. These children—if saved from being pecked to death by juveniles of the previous year’s hatching_are often saved by the pirates and raised as their children." So this means that humans can be born from non-human parents. It also says that Alice Point, once home to the Fantomaya, no longer has human residents.

-in the DoMNoW prologue, Carrion specifically identifies Candy as a human when he refers to her head as "that human head of hers." It doesn't seem like a very human thing to say.

-in DoMNoW ch 3, Candy looks through a telescope at some carvings on Gorgossium and one is said to be "vaguely human."

-in DoMNoW ch 12, Our Earth/The Hereafter is called The Human World.

-Filth the munkee has a "human cast to his crooked face" in ch 14. What this means precisely is hard to determine because the next description of him doesn't seem very human at all

-DoMNoW chapter 16 includes a part where there is a mural on the wall with two people, "one human, one Abaratian" on it. This implies that the human and Abaratian identities are mutually exclusive. In the same chapter, there is a description of the Totemix. "There were none among the Totemix that were completely human; but then there were none that were completely animal either."

-Ch 21 calls not-yet-finished stitchlings "half-human sacks." This is a scene that just refers to them generally rather than any specific stitchlings.

-Ch 25, of a group of people on a ship: "the flames illuminated a great crowd of folks, some human, many not, assembled in the middle of the deck."

-Ch 26, Jimothi is called "the most humanoid of the tarries" because he walks on two feet. The soldiers sent to patrol ninnyhammer by the high court of the hours are called "human" in contrast to the tarrie cats. When the three monsters killing tarrie cats and humans combine to form mater motley, her shape is described as "unmistakeably human" and the narrative says "Its humanity was no great comfort to Wolfswinkel"

-ch 39 a baby dragon bites finnegan. Later the baby dragon has "the taste of human blood in his throat"

-DoMNoW chapter 43, Candy wonders why Carrion didn't try to mind-control her when he is able to mind-control Malingo. Her guess is that it is because she has a "human mind" as opposed to Malingo's Geshrat one.

-ch 46 Elathuria has a "human form"

-ch50 refers to Candy's family as "human food" and a "human meal" for Abaratian fish

-ch51 Mater Motley's stitchlings are "not all human"

-ch 56 candy's father refers to the people with candy as "not human" and explicitly points out the brothers john and finnegan. He is almost certainly just being a racist shithead about finnegan. The narrative describes Letheo's face as human

-Absolute Midnight chapter 2, Helio Fatha says "humankind can't hold on to a mystery." Jimothi is "purebred Abaratian"

-Chapter 3 involves a crowd of abaratians suggesting that all humans be killed. Izarith gives Candy her hat so Candy can hide her identity. So despite being bepedal and bearing a passing resemblance to a human, Izarith is clearly not going to be considered human by her peers.

-ch4 has a conversation between Pixler and Voorzangler

“Don’t look so worried, Voorzangler,” Pixler said. “I know what I’m doing.” “Of course, sir,” the doctor replied. “But I wouldn’t be human if I wasn’t a little concerned.” “Boasting now?” Pixler said. “About what, sir?” “About your humanity. There aren’t very many employees of the company who could say such a thing.”

I think that this is probably supposed to be a metaphorical discussion of humanity rather than a literal one, but I leave it in the notes in case anyone wants to interpret it differently.

-AM ch 10, Covenantis hears princess boa's "human voice"

-ch18, Covenantis sings a spell described with, "These were the primal sounds of an Abarat that was holding the Hours in trust for humankind to one day possess."

-ch 21, the narrative around Boa calls earth the human world.

-ch36 one of the monsters is a pot and one of its ingredients is human meat

-ch 40 maas the half-dragon is compared to a human, but mostly to show how unusual he is

-ch 41 Boa says of Maas, "The closest he gets to having any real humanity in him is when he dines on it."

-ch 50 Rojo Pixler has "human anatomy"

-ch 52 there are "human-headed birds"

-ch 54 the baby Hemosh kills is said to sound like a human but not look like one

-ch 63 a pig looks "almost human"

-ch 71 Carrion reflects on Candy's behavior and thinks about how her human ancestry must make things difficult for her because she has fears of predators and the dark, but he is impressed by her bravery

#abarat #THIS IS A MESS

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trazynstolemygender · 4 months

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The bunny’s back ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

got nothing spicy tonight but I’m curious, what kind of music do you listen to?

hmm well since it's the season there's only four good christmas songs and one of them is fairytale of new york

other than that... all sorts of different stuff! ghost, weird al, will wood, they might be giants, shovels and rope, pixies, jc brooks and the uptown sound, orville peck, a lot of musicals, colin stetson is really good too

some songs i listened to over the past few days were fish and bird, downtown train, jersey girl (the original, i love you bruce but tom nailed it), crossed wires, lampshades on fire, walkin on the sun, skipper dan, angry white boy polka, the alternative polka, never fight a man with a perm, fairytale of new york, gin n juice, sabotage, so whatcha want, hurdy gurdy man, one week, do the evolution, can't hardly wait, and wolf like me which feels like a good slice of

ive been listening to a lot of tom waits again recently and goddamn is he good! i gotta rewatch big time soon! i always forget just how good he is, like he's one of my favorites, but every time i listen to him it's spellbinding, which speaking of spellbinding the song all must die by the oath is absolutely bewitching

also i know weezer is a bit of a goof now but pinkerton is a weird little piece of fun

#ama (ask me anytime)#i kind of talked too much here sorry #but eh i really like music #i didn't even talk live performances or my secret shame!

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focsle · 2 years

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That post about the round robins made me want to write a Long Thing (that could be longer…this is me exhibiting some self control) about collective labor organizing on whaleships. In the face of industry-standard terrible conditions there were also attempts made by crew members to push back against them.

One of the most common complaints and reasons for work stoppages was men not being granted shore leave. Captains tried to limit anchoring in any port as much as possible, preferring to lay off and on and get supplies delivered by boat. This was partly avoid paying harbor fees but also to avoid desertion. When a whaler had a grievance it was much more common for an individual to simply desert at the first opportunity rather than trying to organize with the crew to improve ship conditions. But when a ship came into port, that’s also when the chance of a stoppage would be more likely—especially if liberty hadn’t been given to the men.

“Trouble with the Crew”, Captain George Bliss of the Smyrna wrote at the top of his entry for July 7th, 1855. The ship was at anchor in Java.

“At about 7 A.M. took the anchor with the intention of proceeding to sea, after getting one anchor on the bow (8 A.M.) most of the crew from the forecastle, with the boatsteerers and cooper came aft (Robt. C. Rugg excepted) and wished to know if I was going to sea with so small a quantity of refreshments and without giving them any liberty, I told them my intention was to go and finish the cruise, then go in for recruits and to give them liberty [.] upon telling them so they went forward refusing to do duty unless they could have liberty before going to sea, and did so repeatedly, upon which the Chief Officer said he was not going to sea with the crew off duty (trouble again).”

The company ended up being given 10 days liberty as a result.

Sometimes labor unrest took a much more dramatic turn in port, where crew members would intentionally destroy the ship. Albert Peck, a greenhand aboard the Covington, spoke about this in relation to another captain whose brutal reputation preceded him.

“We here spoke the ship Hibernia [Hibernia II] of N.B. She was commanded by one of those old sea tyrants who with their success in whaling have gained a wide spread fame for cruelty. This skippers name was Edwards, and his looks were a good index to his character. He had commanded a ship called the Geo.Washington some years before, and going into a South American port the crew set her on fire to get clear of her.”

Refusing to sail in a ship that was in poor condition was another reason for work stoppages. This was an issue brought forward by the crew of the ship Bowditch, 1849, while at port in Rio De Janeiro. However, in this instance concern about the ship’s seaworthiness wasn’t necessarily the true reason for the stoppage, but rather anger over not having been given liberty at port. Whaler Samuel Woods, after grumbling for several days about not being able to go ashore, wrote instead on the condition of the ship:

“Wednesday this day the Carpenters finished thear work on the Ship or at least they call it done but she is not properly don and the carpenters say that she is not fit for Sea as She is now and the crew know it [.] on today the hands before the mast resolved not to go as She is now and mad[e] a muster aft a told the Capt that if he did not repair the Y[ards] as the Carpenters advised to be don that we would not go to sea when the Capt told us that if we did not return to duty that he would have us all seized in the rigin before night [.] we told him that we would not when the capt ordered the boat to pull him on Shour [.] the boat returned tonight without the the Capt we expect ruf usage on the morow [.] hard and dubious times just now nothing more.”

The first mate, Allen Newman also wrote on this situation, expressing incredulity for their reasoning.

“At 1pm the following of the Crew refused duty on account (as they say) of the ship being Rotten.”

He followed this comment with 16 names—Mr. Woods among them—of the men who refused work. The captain went ashore to the Counsel for a survey to be conducted of the ship’s safety. After the survey a letter was given to the captain by the Consul and read aloud to all hands:

“Captain Waldron Two American Ship Masters and the Carpenter of the Frigate Brandywine, haveing at my request examined the Ship Bowditch, Commanded by you, and haveing reported to me that there is nothing to endanger the Safety of the vessel, on account of the Copper being off, as it appears to them, & that the hull and masts and yards, tackle and apparel generally are in good Order for the voyage, you will be justified in requiring your Crew to proceed to Duty forthwith and in enforcing their Obedience, Which I have no doubt they will Cheerfully do upon your Order, if however any should Refuse you will apply (if you think fit) for an Order for their Arrest and imprisonment in Jail until the time of Sailing.”

The first mate added that still all hands refused to comply even with this threat and “chose to wait until morning and abide the consequence, in the morning call’d them and they still refused to comply with his request.” The captain ultimately ended up escorting the dissenters to the Consul with the assistance of a group of soldiers. When threatened with imprisonment 14 out of the 16 men returned to duty. Their aims for shore leave were unmet.

So while work stoppages were more likely to take place while in port, partly because of simmering issues now stirred up by being in tantalizing sight of land, the presence of shore authorities made it easier for captains to quash any such attempts. At sea, it was sometimes a different matter. Labor issues that arose at sea stemmed most frequently from having to eat bad food, objections over harsh punishment or treatment, and having to do more or unnecessary work while not being given adequate time below during watches.

The first strategy men tended to employ was organizing as a body and going aft to make their complaint to the Captain. An example of this happened on the 1859 voyage of the Atkins Adams, where William Abbe wrote in detail how the complaint of their terrible food was made:

“As soon as we saw him [the captain] walking up + down as usual—we all walked aft—I heading with the pan of grub—followed by all hands at my back + walked up to the Cap — who paused just abaft the mainmast + with as much respect in my manner as I could assume, I said, holding out the pan — “Captain all hands of us agreed this morning to come aft + show you our grub — That is one man’s allowance + its a fair index of what we get every morning. Besides our grub is generally filled with cockroaches, especially our duff, which we have to cut in thin slices to eat—”

This particular request was unsuccessful. The Captain ultimately roughed Abbe up and snapped at all men to go forward, which they complied with. Sometimes captains were able to strong arm a labor dispute by punishing a handful of men so the others lost their resolve. But other times the rest of the crew held firm, as was the case of a similar complaint made on the St Peter in 1849. The crew refused to do work if the Captain went on with his intention of making them eat spoiled beef. Their demands ended up being met because the crew refused to back down.

Whatever authority the captain and officers may have had aboard, it paled when the rest of the ship held firm. The pay structure of a whaleship had much to do with this. No one, including the captain and officers, had a wage. Everyone’s pay came at the end and was determined entirely by the success of a voyage. When labor issues arose, the crew would work slower. They would fumble with lowering the whaleboats. They wouldn’t sing shanties to speed the work along and they’d languidly weigh anchor on their own time. They’d half-heartedly pull at their oars after a whale, and miss with their harpoon on the off chance the whale was near to them. While luck played a significant role in how well a voyage went, the labor of the crew was the ultimate deciding factor. No amount of irons, blustering, or flogging would diminish that reality, and there were times when the crew made a point to remind their officers such.

#awhalin #long post//

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