#ASHORE

[desktopdinosaur]

Happy 9th anniversary!!

I was absolutely speedrunning to get this animation done- even if it’s just 13 secs haha

I’m gonna try and get some nice drawings done as well- and start planning what I wanna do for the 10th anniversary- I really wanna do something special. Not super sure of what tho

[dabiconcordia]

A Diamond Poem

A wave rolls forward, breaks, comes ashore, unrolls -- a white lace wreath spreads out on the sand,  applauding the wave's death, with a sound so soft. by James M. Cox

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ASHORE

It was Carl (“Officer Carl Hansen.”) who started a conversation with him at the bar. He gave him a business card, showed him his badge and said he was looking for someone called Harry. He asked Louis if he didn’t know him and showed him a photo of a really bad quality. From what was on it, it could be literally anyone with slightly longer dark hair. And still, the immediate thought of Curly flashed through Louis’ mind.

He tried to remain calm as he asked: “What did he do? Is he dangerous or anything?” He really did a good job of making it sound like he only was curious for his own safety.

“Um. I can’t tell you the details, obviously. But he’s took part in some drug cartel business. And about if he’s dangerous – he might be. We don’t know.”

Louis’ breath hitched. “Oh, ok. Any kind of distinctive signs?”

Carl sipped on his beer. “Well. Apparently, every lawful member of the cartel has a tattoo somewhere on their body. One of a mermaid woman that looks like this,” he planted a second picture on the table and Louis felt his blood turning cold as he recognized that weird illustration from Freddie’s book.

“Um. I’m sorry, but I don’t know anyone fitting to your profile. Thank you, though. I’ll definitely make sure to contact you if I spot anything unusual.” He said while standing up, finishing his beer and ordering another two large rums that he drunk in a quick succession.

Just as he started to feel a little bit tipsy, he paid for his expanses and left.

There was something he needed to sort out.

OR:

Louis Tomlinson is a fisherman from a small harbour town somewhere on the British Islands. For a long while now, he struggles to catch any fish to sell, which is quite inconvenient as he has a son that he needs to take care of. He's frankly desperate. But then, everything changes when he finds a living boy in his nets one day...

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asgore propaganda: hes my scrongly

*sees flowey icon* this checks out

[ltwilliammowett]

Ashore, by Marek Rużyk (1965-)

[postcard-from-the-past]

Ship thrown ashore by the 1906 typhoon in Hong Kong, China

British vintage postcard

[lavenderlhymes]

—april 22. ashore // @nosebleedclub

[destinyinthemoonlight]

Destiny in Volterra, Dark!AU

Summary: Destiny alludes to her opinion on the Volturi’s diet with Caius as he questions her marriage.

Ashore Masterlist

Warnings: talk of torturing/killing/eating humans, dark and twisty, talk of divorce

A/N: in one of the AU versions I’ve written of Ashore, Destiny and Carlisle end up married and then end up divorcing due to the Volturi and their “corruption” of Destiny (aka evil!Destiny)

Caius is ranting, yet again, about how much he hates humans as his brothers tune him out. As he suggested some fort of cruel revenge, Destiny grinned, lost in thought considering herself doing what Caius was saying.

“You’re grinning” he stopped, surprised as he pointed to her face, “does the Mrs-loves-humans have a secret from her husband?!”

Destiny rolled her eyes as she smiled patronizingly at Caius, “what my husband doesn’t know won’t hurt him”.

“Do tell” he instructed, leaning forward in his chair.

She sighed and slumped back against hers, lying her head against the back of the chair. “There’s nothing to tell”, she muttered, “no matter my thoughts or whims, I will not betray my husband.”

“And to follow your natural diet, to stop the pathetic fighting of your true nature, that would be betraying him?” He asked, amused at the thought of the treachery facing his least favorite person

“But of course. For the man who tried killing himself for a century in hopes to never hurt a human, any even remotely impure action towards a human would be spitting on his sacrifice” she muttered darkly.

Caius grinned a devilish smile, asking, “and if you did not have him to consider?”

“While I don’t agree with your… fishing methods, there are plenty of bad people that the world could do without. Why be the apex predator if you’re not assisting the natural cycle of life?” She asked, half heartedly, glancing up at her companion with a disheartened smile.

“Ahh, it sounds like you, dear friend, have a problem on your hands” he suggested with a Cheshire smile, leaning back in his chair and extending his legs.

“No, not a problem” Destiny responded, shaking her head, “I knew when we first got together that my opinions on the subject would have to be cast aside. What is marriage if not compromise?”

Caius snorted, an unamused noise as he waved his hand in front of him. “Maybe you just married the wrong person” he mused.

She rolled her eyes and tossed the pillow she was playing with at him. He smacked it away like a gnat and narrowed his eyes, his thoughts racing on how he could widen divide between the good doctor and his not so good wife.

Click here to see more of Carlisle and Destiny <3

[tenth-sentence]

The whole ship's company went ashore in two boatloads and everyone drank and washed deliciously in the river and had a meal and a rest before Caspian sent four men back to keep the ship, and the day's work began.

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

[stivkun]

I wonder who's hiding under that comically long hounskull- Oh my gar.

Decided to probably name them Edgar. Need my silly pun names.

[monkeyssalad-blog]

Ashore by F Brangwyn by totallymystified Via Flickr: From The Boy’s Own Annual, 1891.

[fieriframes]

[Ashore.]

[101now]

Sick, dying and dead ducks washing ashore at park in California

An unfortunate mystery is playing out at a park in Boyle Heights where ducks have been found sick dying and dead, and now those who live near the park are looking for answers.   Those who live nearby and others who visit Hollenbeck Park on a regular basis say the discovery of the dead and dying ducks has been heartbreaking and concerning.   “I usually come running here around the lake and, you…

[literary-anonymous]

New

A new sweet breeze drifts ashore, reviving the feelings I once knew before. Impending, depending; colors that blend into a new rendering. Beauty, deprivation, a bespoke hope. How does one become awoke from a dream that flirts with rope?

How sweet is it to breath a clean breathe ashore? Will this be what I need and more?

[ltwilliammowett]

A shipwreck'd Sailor boy telling his story at a Cottage door & Sailor Boy's return from a prosperous Voyage, engraved by J. Schmitz, circa 1800