#Friendly Beaches

[asurrogateblog]

my favorite part of beach boys lore is that the beatles are the villains

[miss-couch-potato]

10 hour flight. Where are you sitting?

Stupid version I made from that one meme

[mensministry]

Four Seasons Peninsula Papagayo, Costa Rica,

Zürcher Arquitectos,

Interiors by Paul Duesing Partners,

[imsodishy]

in 3x02, when Karen goes to the pool, ostensibly to break off her deeply inappropriate thing with Billy, the day after she stood him up upon realizing that she stood to loose her comfy suburban life if she went through with it... why the fuck does she still get all dolled up?

Like, they make an actual point in ep 1 that she’s only done up like that at the pool specifically to get attention from Billy.

She balked at the idea of going through with an actual sexual encounter (for now), but she's clearly trying to keep him on the hook, and she's obviously not ready to stop using him for the ego stroking attention that she seeks from him.

[kneedeepinthecloset]

Hellooo, my name is Jay! 🦋

She/her, 24, long time tumblr user but this is a new blog! 💕

Im all about chappell roan, boygenuis, the last dinner party, paramore, maisie peters, twenty one pilots, orla gartland, the beaches, fall out boy... I could talk about music for years on end!

Dan and Phil are my faves, who im meeting in December🥰

Im not out in real life or on any other social media accounts I have, but I want to interact more with the queer community and make some online friends who know who i am and accept me as a lesbian 🏳️‍🌈

Feel free to follow, send asks, send me a message, im excited to be here🫶

[purple-lake]

beasts in the beach... what will they do

[sracha]

does anyone know where i can buy these amiibo cards

[salomano]

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[hellishboots]

i think u cud convince a csh fan that any fucking string of wordz came from a csh song. I bet if u told 1 of them that will torpedo actually made a song w the lyricz "there r lotz of fish in business suitz, that talk and walk on human feet, and visit doctorz, have weak kneez" they wud accept that az fact w no questionz asked. Yk y? Bc IM TELLING THE TRUTH! HE ACTUALLY SAYZ THAT IN BEACH LIFE IN DEATH! And itz honestly proly not even the weirdest lyricz hez made

[saigegreen420]

420 Vibes💨

[daily-hanamura]

[miss-couch-potato]

I'm so normal about animatronic bears

I eat, sleep, and breathe the hardluck bears

Don't mind the version under the cut... it's personal. You probably wouldn't get it. I'm weird

Ok so if you didn't already know. I made that stupid Uncle Klunk sideblog and he's been living rent free in my head. His stance in the rae fandom reminded me of Gabara (the ugly green fucking thing) from the Godzilla Franchise. then I remembered that Cat (his name is literally Tiny Head) from a TV show I watched when I was really little and then it clicked...

[selkra-souza]

Beach doodles at the beach 🐚

[chandajaan]

Please, god, let me be as joyus and completely free as dogs at the beach

[svampira]

seafoam is losing so bad this year im gonna start actually caring about points

[jokeringcutio]

Alright i just watched a wholesome reels of this

Now here's the plot : Imagine Harrow finally getting better that he doesn't need to stay at the asylum 24/7 anymore, basically allowed to leave and take meds to his home. Now that he got more time with his little family, he decided to bring his daughter and his wife (the reader) to a beach. Your daughter wanted to hunt some seashells on the beach, then suddenly so many pretty seashell magically appeared. Turns out Arthur bought a pack of perfect seashells and quietly dropped some to make his lil girl felt so happy that she found those sea treasures. He may a cult leader that once declared to be legally insane, but he's still a great dad you could ever had for your kid ;)

Here it is: Fandom: Moon Knight, Arthur Harrow X Reader Drabble: Daddy Harrow & Daughter, Reader Insert. ~*~SeaShells~*~ Rating: General Tags: Fluff, Family, Cute, Adorkable, beach.

“Oh, daddy! There’s another!” Your daughter couldn’t pronounce the word shell yet. Or well, not the way it is supposed to be said. She had invented her own little word for it and it melted both your heart as well as that of your husband.

Arthur Harrow’s hair had turned grey almost completely and the lines on his face had multiplied. But at least he could walk again. And with the medication, Ammit’s voice and anger were kept at bay enough for him to have left the asylum and live a somewhat peaceful life at home. With you. And with your little family.

“Really?” You heard Arthur say with feigned surprise. He could act, you had to give him that. The way his eyebrows lifted and his grey eyes lit up in surprise. He’d almost fool you. He certainly fooled your toddler, for she ran up to him on chubby legs to show the shell she had just found on the beach.

“ ‘Ere,” she said, showing him the long and twisted seashell that was almost too big to be held in her tiny hands. Her eyes glittered with joy. “It is perfect!”

“It is,” her father concurred, his voice a soft hum. Then he knelt down on one knee to be at eye level with her. He had to use his cane for support, and rested one elbow on his raised knee to keep his balance. His hair fell in front of his eyes, a few hairs stuck to the side of his lips as he spoke to her. “It seems you have found the most perfect of all seashells,” he pretended to study the cone in her hand, then smiled up at her. “Well done.”

She was beaming with pride and closed her tiny hand around the seashell before she came dashing towards you. “Mommy, mommy, look!”

“My, such a pretty seashell!” you exclaimed, happy to play along and see your daughter beam even more. “It’s almost as if I’ve seen that one before,” you added sarcastically, knowing your daughter didn’t hear. She had already turned around to look for more seashells and was walking ahead of you, head bent and hair dangling in front of her face. A mirror image of her father.

Said father was pushing himself up with a groan, but managed to stand straight despite his injuries. His feet worried you the most. You knew they’d never healed properly. He used his cane, which was hard to use on the sandy beach. It kept slipping away between the grains of sand, but he insisted to take it along. You hadn’t seen him carry it around while he was still at the asylum, but once he got out, he brought it along wherever he went.

His brown shoes creaked as he walked. You were glad he wasn’t wearing his sandals and the risk of sand getting in was small. He came to stand next to your side and flashed you a crooked smile.

“Well, now,” he started as he leaned his head closer to yours. “And what is my dear wife implying?” he teased, voice sultry and smooth like honey.

You couldn’t help but blush as you looked up at him, noticing how close he stood to you. “Nothing!” you chirped. You definitely were implying something. This wasn't the first time your daughter had found the perfect shells after all. You knew how Arthur had collected them, bought them just so he could plant them during your walks.

Arthur grinned while he brought his hand into the pocket of his plain wine-red pants. Then he pulled out another seashell, similar to the one your daughter had just found. You were watching her with hawks’ eyes and hadn’t noticed Arthur’s gesture until he gently pressed his elbow against yours. Then you looked at him again and noticed the seashell in his hands.

You smiled up at him, knowingly and conspiringly, while he smiled back at you.

“You know me,” Arthur murmured while he gently put the shell back inside his pocket. “I only want the best of the best for my sweethearts.”

You gently grasped his wrists, halting him in his movements, then stood on your tiptoes to place a kiss on the tip of his nose. With a smile, you retreated. “I love you,” you knew you didn’t even need to say it. He knew. His eyes shimmered with something dark, something between love and lust.

It felt good to say it.

“I love you too,” his words, a daily ritual. But hearing these words always felt like they were new. Even after all these years spent together. You'd never get enough of saying them and of hearing them being said to you.

The two of you started walking along the beach, following your daughter’s footprints while you listened to her happy cries of joy and the soft sounds of the sea.

~*~Fin~*~

AN: Hope you enjoyed my bestie @nicktremblaywayfu I haven't written a lot of fluff yet on this account, as I love to go dark with my tales, but I can do it. I can be homely and cute and sweet :) Happy Easter 💛 And I hope you have a lovely day 💛 To All Readers & Followers on here: Feel free to hit me up with more drablle and imagine requests. Love you all and have a good day (Though I might be uploading a bit more soon ;D )