#sand is coarse and rough and gets everywhere

[glorbs-dominion]

Coarse Decisions

Yeah, that must suck. As we all know, sand is coarse and rough and gets everywhere. An unpleasant experience. One that got it's way into "Funny Channel" in this meme!

[hellspawnsparks]

paradise loves the night sky in the desert 🌴

[tlmtwelve]

Prompt: Buried Alive

Rex was annoyed at being buried in the sand until he realized he could take a nice nap...

I was originally going to go darker for this prompt from @weekly-star-wars-prompts, but this scene is more pleasant :)

[sleepykokozoko]

[maskednerd]

based on the SnapCube Fandub clip

[streetlightgoblin]

...so about those uh...those boys...what do Azim, Cinis, and Cruz enjoy doing? And uh- totally opposite side of the spectrum, but do Nyx and Aether like the beach?

Weeeeeeell….

As for the twins….

[uty-ask-clover]

What would you do if an adult version of you fell out of a portal?

this is Probably how they would interact

(The yellow text box is adult Clover and the normal one is classic Clover)

( Adult Clover AU by @arachnijesus )

[bluprint]

sand

[skip4259]

god i hate sand

It's texture is terrible

It's uncomfortable

It gets hot way too easily

It gets cold way too easily

Sand is too loose to be useful

It's so hard to wash off

It gets stuck to sunscreen

Sandstorms exist, ya know, it's in the name

Sand in socks gets very very much annoying

[thatparticularlytastyghostcookie]

Norwegian Anakin Skywalker be like:

[it-is-jc]

Covermber day 2!

/ drawing cover art during the duration of the song only/ Is It True • Tame Impala • The Slow Rush Go take a listen to this tbh As it is weekend, drawn even more album cover art fanarts! 12 to be exact. I may have over did with the amount heh.

6/12

[sixminutestoriesblog]

Singing Sand

I thought we’d do something different today.  Let’s take a trip across the world and back in time.

The story goes like this:

The desert heat was dry, first soaking into every crevasse and fold of clothing and then become a heavy weight there, pressing down from above, pressing in from the sides.  As the day progressed, the heat soaked into lungs, breathed down through covered noses, filling the body, baking the travelers from both the outside of their bodies and now the inside as well.  Their shadows ran long before them and then trailed, even longer and darker behind them.  Wind blew off the sand dunes and the grit of that sand seeped, like small, persistent fingers, past barriers of cloth.  The only sound was the sighing of the wind over the sand, the soft steady chime of the bells on the camels blankets and the occasional clicked tongue from one of the camel’s guides.  It was like traveling through time, backward and backward again into the past.  It was like being caught in amber, a moment that stretched on and would never end, never change to the next moment.

At first the sound might only be the wind.  A low, solemn sound, coming from somewhere far away.  A droning rise and fall that vibrated through the air, that hit the chest and shook persistently through the lungs and heart there.  Slow, as the travelers seemed to grow nearer, the sound clarified into low chanting, sometimes louder, sometimes fading, following a song that  changed without warning or pattern.  Low, always vibrating low, filling the air with the continuous, sad song.  

It was a song that Marco Polo recorded in his journals and one the locals knew well.  

A song sung in the quiet, secret, hidden places of the desert.

We’re talking about singing sand, a rare, naturally occurring phenomena that science can - almost - explain.  

Singing sand can happen on beaches but the most impressive songs come from sand dunes lost in the desert. Ancient people described the noise as moans, drums, chanting or thunder.  Marco Polo, traveling along the Silk Road, wrote that the sounds were caused by evil spirit and sounded like musical instruments or the clash of arms.  The songs aren’t just limited to the China either.  Singing sand can be found world-wide and no two places will sing the same song.  According to science, the ‘song’ of the dunes and beaches are caused by very specific types of sand grains, ones with a silica, caught in very specific circumstances, rubbing against each other as they move.  The makeup of the sand influences what sounds it will produce, with small sand grains making the softest sounds and large grains vibrating more bass.  Sand grains of different sizes will create different harmonies while uniform grain size creates uniform sound.  And though the sand usually has to be very dry to sing, a small amount of water can apparently change the pitch of the song.  The ‘singing’ is believed to happen when wind or footsteps start the sand sliding, the avalanche causing minuscule layer to rub against minuscule layer of sand until the grains resonate and create sound.  Singing sand can be found in the US, Africa, Wales, Hawai’I, China, Japan, Australia and the Middle East - anywhere the sand and the climate is right for the music to start.  While science is still trying to figure out, exactly, how singing sand works, the people of the past already knew.

In Dunhuang, China the stories say that the area around its famous Crescent Moon Lake was once mountainous and full of temples.  One day the chanting and singing from the temples woke a Yellow Dragon Prince who was sleeping in the nearby desert.  Angry at being woken, he covered the entire area with desert sand, entombing everyone in the temples.  The sounds you hear in the region are the spirits of those still trapped below the dunes, eternally chanting their songs.

The Bete Grise Beach in Michigan also sings.  Local legend says that a Native American woman lost her lover to Lake Superior and every day after he drowned, she would stand on the beach and call his name into the wind coming off the water.   The sand still calls for him to this day and whenever it is disturbed, the long dead ghost of the woman whispers her lover's name in memory. The sand, it is said, will not sing if you remove it from its beach.

We know that people sing. Whales sing. Birds sing. And now, apparently, even the sand has something to add to the choir.

[cursedchildofchaos]

stim board for anakin's I don't like sand speach

1.https://frecklydork.tumblr.com/post/726640260415619072

2.https://tenor.com/view/pressing-down-kinetic-sand-sand-tagious-kinetic-sand-squish-inverted-color-gif-17747254

3.https://imgflip.com/gif/3t5kgd

4.https://www.pinterest.com/pin/1111192908033555429/

5.https://tenor.com/view/i-dont-like-sand-anakin-gif-11329322205351760612

6.https://starleska.tumblr.com/post/724684772297818112?is_related_post=1

7.https://tenor.com/view/spongebob-kicking-sand-diamondsonshine-onmyhotline-gif-21850319

8.https://twitter.com/Life360/status/1624948950645243904

9.https://abyssnia.tumblr.com/post/9250138047

[onlylivingboyinsanmyshuno]

Dear Diary, What a delightful day it has been! Patrick Crale invited me to the beach, and I must say, I found myself rather charmed by the whole affair. We built a sandcastle together, laughing and joking as we worked. I never thought I'd find such joy in something so childish, but there was something genuinely enchanting about it.

And I mustn't forget to mention dear Doris! She accompanied us to the beach, and I was simply delighted to see how well she took to Patrick. He played fetch with her, scratched her behind the ears, and she wagged her tail in sheer joy. It's not often that Doris warms up to strangers so quickly, but she seemed to sense something special in Patrick. Watching them together, I couldn't help but feel a pang of affection for him. If Doris approves, then surely there must be something truly commendable about Mr. Crale. Her judgment has never steered me wrong before.

As we watched the sun set over the ocean, I felt a connection with Patrick that I hadn't felt before. It's not love, not yet, but it's something. A spark, a possibility, a door opening to something new and exciting.

I came home with sand in my shoes and a smile on my face, feeling lighter and happier than I have in a long time. Perhaps there's more to Patrick Crale than I initially thought. Perhaps there's more to us...

But, oh, the sand! It's simply everywhere – in my shoes, my hair, my dress. I'll be finding grains of it for days, I'm sure.

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Date: December 7, 1912

I invited Miss Daphne Morrison to the beach, and we spent the day building a sandcastle, talking, and laughing. I must admit, I found her quite charming in her own way. There's a certain sparkle in her eyes, a liveliness that I find rather… cute. I don't often use such a word, but it seems fitting in this context.

And then there was Doris, her beloved dog. I've never been much of a dog person, but Doris was different. She was friendly, energetic, and seemed to take to me right away. We played fetch, and I found myself enjoying her company as much as Daphne's.

As the sun set and we said our goodbyes, I couldn't shake the feeling that this day was a turning point, a step towards something more significant.

However, the sand has gotten absolutely everywhere, and poor Mrs. Hinton will probably be cleaning it out for days after today.

[textualviolence]

its tragic that we're all forgetting about obiwan before i can post my fic where he gets lawrence of arabia'd in the desert and then hallucinates being fucked by sand. We need his specific brand of masochism in these dark times.

[primordialchoice]

If Lilith were to have an abode that she would return to as a sort of home or meeting point, I believe it would look like a deserted ruin filled to the brim with sand dunes ready to entomb anyone under an ocean wave of sand. Sand would fall from a point far up in the starless sky, patiently growing the dunes like the constant drip within an hourglass. If it feels like you're trapped inside one, then you would be correct.

Her fields are barren and the ruins within her realm are reminiscent of the ruins of the fallen empires on Earth. She is Saturn, the Titan of time and she is waiting to devour you.