#meer

[sunnisfetishworld]

Es war so schön im Urlaub am abend das Meer so zu genießen 🥰🩵🌊

[semioticapocalypse]

Sergio Larrain. Fishermen daughters. Los Horcones, Chile. 1956

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[chipstuetenmeer]

„Und du hast mich umarmt jetzt gib mich nie mehr her, denn wenn ich dich atmen hör, dann klingt das wie das Meer.“

- Jeremias, Meer

[orchideenunkraut]

🩵💙🩵💙

[praline1968]

Bonne semaine 🤍

Good week 💕

Gute Woche 🪻

Buena semana 🍀

Buona settimana 🐠

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[bikinibayernmarcus]

[leaawrites]

Meer

Eli Hewson x fem!reader

Summary: a quiet conversation at the beach, based on Meer by Jeremias.

Warnings: fluff, I love a good quiet talk about something, school and migraines have been keeping me from writing so here is this.

Wordcount: 0.7k

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Slow crashes were making a soft melody appear in the salt air surrounding them. The sand beneath the towel they were cuddled together on, flew over their skin every time the wind blew it from it’s surface and into the air. No one of them said a word, enjoying the silence they’ve been longing for so long.

With his fingers tangled up in her hair and her head resting on his thigh, Eli couldn’t stop his eyes from trailing away from the ocean and down to her. The one, he was sure, that would stay. His own hair was still wet, almost weighting down his head so he was forced to look at her. He could see the hair on her arms standing up, goosebumps appearing on her body with every breeze flying by.

Eli loved music, he really did. Creating it, listening to it, feeling it. Though sometimes silence was the most comfort one could get. With being on tour the last four months, they hadn’t seen each other as much as they wanted to. Messages and calls not doing the face to face conversations they’d have justice. And when he was finally back in her arms, with his head buried in her chest, her breathing reminded him of the sea. The calm, steady rhythm that made you close your eyes and just forget every bad thing around. With both of them by his side, he had never felt better.

The attention and fans and appreciation was worth the work, every bit of his career was worth fighting for, but he loved not having to fight for something for once.

His hand travelled further down her body, laying just beneath her breast to feel her heartbeat against his own pulse. Feeling it quicken before it slowed down again, matching with his like it’d always do. Their hearts beating as one.

“I never want to loose you,” Eli whispered, almost afraid to voice his concern about the future.

They’d never talked about it this serious. It was always just drunken giggles over wine late at night or little whispers while the other was already asleep in their arms. Having this conversation now seemed almost too serious to be taking a good turn, in his eyes.

“You won’t,” she promised him without hesitation like there wasn’t any in her mind. Like she knew this was what she’d feel forever and how she wanted to feel forever.

“How are you so sure about that?” Burying his hands in her hair and letting them move over her scalp made her close her eyes and snuggled a bit closer to his skin, leaving a kiss on his leg before sitting up and facing him.

Taking his face in her hands she held him softly, her cold cooling the warmth on his face.

“Because, sometimes, when you aren’t home, or already asleep next to me, I can’t help but wonder how your skin would feel beneath mine in seventy years. If I’d still hold you like I do now, in fear of breaking your delicate body because I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as you. I can’t help but fantasize about everything we haven’t done yet and what we’ll never be able to do, but what I want to experience with no one else with you,” she said, not letting her eyes flick away from his gaze once. “I want you, in every of those thoughts. Every thought I think is about you and I don’t ever want that to change.”

Silence settled over them for a few seconds, his hands finding the top of hers and pulling her closer to lean his forehead against hers. His breath, filled with cigarettes and peppermint, flying over her face in the process, the familiar feeling sending shivers down her spine.

“I bet I’ll be all wrinkly and gross to touch,” he said. “Won’t even be alive then anymore probably.”

“Oh, Hewson, I’ll make sure you live as long as I want you to.”

A stream of laughter erupted from him, breaking the silence around the empty beach and melting a part of her. Infecting her too. Making them a mess of love and laughter, kisses shared between the two like words in a steady conversation. A river of love flowing through their veins and making them one of the same.

[in-liebe-der-boden]

Seh' in deinen Augen noch immer das Meer.

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[landschaftsmalerei]

Beaulieu: Die Bucht von Fourmis, 1892 von Eugene Louis Boudin

[sunnisfetishworld]

Einen schönen Abendspatziergang am meer🥰🤩

[semioticapocalypse]

Ernst Haas. Windmill. Greece. 1952

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[hansdurrer]

Near Copenhagen, Denmark, 3 June 2023

[fettfleisch]

Jesus didn't wash feet for institutional religion to straightwash and whitewash history

[monodramatic-cannibal]

It seems Meer is seperated from Ror, it’s staring up at Omen. It’s jittering anxiously

(If you pick it up it will go feral)

Omen: *he'd look down at Meer, semi not paying attention and would look away. After a few seconds he'd register what he had just seen and would look back down to Meer in confusion.*

Omen has never seen anything like Meer. So is very confused about them.