#i actually hate the beach

[mushroom-through-the-stargate]

day 3! I admit I didn't try very hard, but the little crab in the corner brings me a lot of joy for some reason

[marzipanandminutiae]

Of course, the burkini ban is messed up on grounds of religious freedom and racial discrimination. But also

Under any other circumstances, people would be HORRIFIED at a government mandate that women have to show a certain amount of skin. Like. That’s fucking dystopian, and the absolute opposite of feminism. If a government tried to pass a law that all women had to wear tube tops and miniskirts to go outside, people would rightfully be up in arms demanding blood

But because it’s targeting a marginalized religious group, many folks are lauding the blatant forced sexualization of women. Appalling

(apparently the ban also outlaws things like sun – protecting bathing suits if they cover too much skin. Which like. Yes, let’s give everyone skin cancer just so we can spite a religion we’ve decided to hate. Sounds like a good plan </s>)

[spitinsideme]

OKAY I SAW BEACH SHENNIGANS AND MY IMMEDIATE THOUGHT WENT TO POMNI TRYING TO APPLY RAGATHA SUN SCREEN AND SHE JUST SQUEEZES THE BOTTLE TOO HARD BECAUSE SHE IS TOO GAY TO EVEN DO THAT RAGATHAS TOO DAMN HOT

MORE BEACH EPISODE THEN !!!! pomni cant help but be ENAMORED by that ass and amaozng body and her love for her big ...hige ... reallly big .. girlfriend

[boobilby]

This was for a little prompt thing of drawing a character at the beach and because I’m normal I drew booster and ted

Also no layer modes because I’m trying to be better at colours

[ghoul--doodle]

Some Harlequin beach doodles :}

[holidxyy]

why do people never take me seriously like i’ll tell someone to seriously stop touching me and they’ll laugh it off and Ooooopppssss i’m supposed to be FunnyGuy206 let me be funny

Ok ! beach day. i spent most of the day drawing but none of my drawigns are loading so

[spookberry]

Born to love to the coast but cursed to hate the beach

[mickeym4ndy]

I think Mickey learned how to swim in Mexico. He didn’t know before he left but when they view the apartment in s11 he’s just coming up from the pool, which I don’t think he would’ve gone in if he didn’t know how to swim.

I actually love the thought of him swimming in the ocean while he’s living in Mexico and getting to experience that. Imagine him going for a swim in the sea every morning.

Then post canon he goes to the beach in Chicago with Ian and Ian expects him to love it because he talks about the ocean in Mexico a lot, but eventually Mickey admits it’s just not the same because it’s the lake. So Ian starts looking into when they can take a vacation to visit Fiona in Florida.

[starlit-eudemonia]

Mhin (probably):

[laurapetrie]

LITERARY LOVE: J.D. SALINGER & OONA O'NEILL

Bright, pretty and spoiled, and cute as hell. I’m crazy about her. - J.D. SALINGER, 1941 He was out of his mind with adoration for this woman. - HARVEY JASON She was the love of his life, the one woman whom he loved more than any other. He never recovered. - PAUL ALEXANDER It was a tremendous love story. They truly loved each other. - LEILA HADLEY LUCE Oona was the movie always in his mind. - DAVID SHIELDS Your U.S. Army hero kisses you on the cheek, on your right eye, on your left ear and then feverishly travels down to your neck. Little Oona, you save my life several times a day and YOU DON'T HAVE ANY IDEA ABOUT IT. - MANHATTAN'S BABE I would marry Oona tomorrow if she would have me. - J.D. SALINGER

[andrewknightley]

me: changing routine and doing something different will help my mental health lets go!!

me when i change my routine: this fucking suck ass i wanna go home

[strawberry--sodas]

fin fin come and see her, okay ? shes your best friend

[thornwashere]

i wrote a little something which i mostly wanted to reflect nostalgia with. i really wanted it to have the atmosphere where you’re looking at something through a 2000s digital camcorder vibe, and so i wrote it :)

i love this style of writing because it appreciates the little things about life more- emphasize is placed on every detail. it’s just pretty to read for me.

so thus i present my shitty writing:

She grinned into the salt air. I stared as her toes buried themselves into the sand, which was fine and smooth and a glistening beige. Her nails slid over the dissolved rocks that had been formed so long ago, worn away to a point of microscopic.

I wondered if we would ever hit that point, where we could no longer run against the sandpaper of elements without fading completely.

We, I considered, was the wrong word.

She was a rock. Obsidian. Hardened and strong and bold.

The sun’s eyes seemed to grace her features rather than punish them, seemed to sing to her rather than scream. It danced on her, with her, twirling. The sun signed a contract with her, letting her hold hands with the flames which promised never to burn her. They instead fueled her eyes like coal, which had closed to let the rest of her bask in the ocean’s breath, taking salt through her pores. The curves of her face held an orange glow, sucking in the sun like a plant, like a desert man finding an oasis.

Angelic wasn’t strong enough a word. Magnetic came close. She was what the Earth twirled on. She was what compasses led to. She was my north.

Her knees knocked against my own, and I looked at her. She smiled like we were kids again.

“You look happy. I know you love the beach.” I loved her so much more. I chuckled.

“Not the sun, though.” She looked to the sky, away from me, and the world got slightly colder.

“I’ve never understood why.” It’s a lie- we remember peeling sunburns and avoiding sunscreen because of its odor and sticky texture. We remember hot sand on our feet. We remember heat exhaustion and reddened skin and sweat.

“I know.” I remember her hand, bandaids wrapped around fingers like rings, interlacing her injured wedding bands with mine, letting myself get pulled out of where I stayed cooped up in air conditioning and shade. I remember deciding the burns were worth it when she chased me down the shore, when we tossed water at each other, when the gas station store owner kicked us out for being rowdy.

She knocks her knees with mine again.

“Here.” She places an earplug in my hand. The wire pulls us closer. I don’t mind.

I smile back at her and put it in as we lapse into silence along with the waves. Wired together like otters holding hands, we shifted and ebbed along the current as her hair blew back against her jaw, whipping the breeze.

The song was easy. Piano played by easygoing fingers, long with bitten nails on ivory and coal. The voice cracked with bad microphone quality. Yet despite its limits, the woman still sung with passion and elegance.

“I remember this.” I said. My voice cracks. Whether it’s from emotion or underuse is hard to tell.

I couldn’t stand silence.

She relished in it. She carressed its face with her palms. It whispered to her. Silence was in everything she did. Her walk, her breath, her voice.

I couldn’t stand silence, but I loved her.

Perhaps that made silence forgivable.

She breathed in again. Salt and waves and sun.

“I know. I used to play it to you.” She was quiet. I love her.

I hadn’t yet realized it, yet it wasn’t a shock. It had always been fact, since the day she locked bandaids with my fingers. Since the day we walked along the train tracks, balancing on metal. Since the day we bought a record player and vinyls of our songs. Since the day my mother yelled at us for my dirt covered knees.

“You looped it until you got sick of it.”

She smiled at her lap.

“I still think it’s nice.”

The waves float over our heads, deafening us both.

The singer sung of love and its beauty.

Yet when I looked over, I thought longing was far more beautiful.

They say not to look at the sun, but I would let it blind me.

[zappedbyzabka]

AUS I desperately want to write/read:

Grease

Romeo and Juliet

Phantom of the Opera

Bladerunner

Carmilla/Jennifer’s Body/Buffy

Sailor Moon (Tuxedo mask Daniel my love)

Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind

Priest x Succubus

Pride and prejudice

Dirty Dancing (or just a dance au.)

Au where they’re overall evil.

Ones in progress not including the less specific wips:

I dream of Jeannie

Scream (I need to make the reverse one🫠)

Red riding hood (has been in progress for what has felt like two years and might be😭)

Will probably end up adding more.

[whenuwishuponastar]

Okay I've been thinking a little too much about Chappell Roan songs so here's a little angst AU based on the song Casual:

In middle school Kenneth died, giving Travis a few years of freedom to unpack his internalized homophobia.

By the end of HS Travis and Larry start to have a situationship, but Travis likes to think that it's more than that and that they'll be oficially together very soon because everything they do is so romantic, except he's always being kept as a secret.

And a few months afterwards they call it off 'cause Travis realises they'll never be more than that.

(Reason: Larry didn't have the courage to date someone that hurt his friends and brother so much in the past. Now, they obviously wouldn’t be buddy buddy w/ Travis immediately - except for Sal, he would immediately be best friends w/ him - but at this point they all know that he was just a very stuck up gay guy w/ an abusive pastor as a father, so they don't really hate him, especially since he hadn't really interacted w/ them since middle school).

Well, a few years later they move to a new city and guess who's there?? Travis. He's in college and works as a server.

Old feelings resurface and they're both pinning for each other but Travis is too hurt and bitter to give it a chance, Larry is very sorry and doing his best to woo him once again while being super jealous of Travis w/ his male friends who are very touchy (they want to see Larry sufer lol).

Anyways, because I love a good hurt/comfort they obviously would have a happy ending.

I'll never write this but maybe I'll draw something about it later.

[distant-screaming]

Palm on the beach who feels wanted, who feels useful - but who has so deeply equated his self worth to his actions that he cannot imagine a world in which Nueng wants him just for wanting.

Palm on the beach who feels wanted - but maybe that want is just a way for Nueng to get over Ben. Maybe Palm is just convenient. He doesn't mind.