#sandwriting

[ogrepoppenangleaksofficial]

@sandwrites This a good time to mention that I tried to make two little dioramas like your question in Heroforge many months ago?

Kitten vs Kitten: https://www.heroforge.com/load_config%3Dda96bad3-373f-43b7-818d-154ba054ac82/TTS%20Kitten%20v%20HTP%20Kitten%20V2/

Marckus vs Magnus: https://www.heroforge.com/load_config%3D31415e65-5645-4bb5-add0-73ccf41e900b/TTS%20Magnus%20v%20HTP%20Marckus%20V3/

[cdekultura]

Sand writing #wakeupnrun #nrc #nikeplus #running #run #bcn #spain #workout #nike #sandwriting #beach #eLedeleo

[jeremiahjahi]

I have never written in the sand. I actually like when others do. I take pictures of ish that grabs my spirit and won't let go. Lean in and Keep moving. #passion #sandwriting #mindsetiseverything #growth #cinema #thebeach #travelphotography #worldcinema #blackcinema #playwright #brooklyn #scriptdevelopment #CINEMA #WORLDCINEMA #nightwalk #brooklynnights #BLACKCINEMA #PLAYWRIGHT #CREATIVITY #mindsetmatters #KEEPMOVING #leanin #PERSERVERENCE #INSTAGRAM #FACEBOOK #CULTURE #WORLDCULTURE https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm30Xc9u968/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[foxy-voxy]

Here's why we're Third Coast Calligraphy 💕 We love Lake Michigan! What do you love most about where you live? #lettering #sand #sandwriting #3rdcoastcal #summer #watchusgo #watchmuskegon https://www.instagram.com/p/CDAP28HnyTC/?igshid=gj2h6nvjzg23

[elekin0011]

Elekin0011 Was Here!

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[cmodplays]

Cool #sand #sandart #sandwrite #sandwriting #artsand #cool #fancy #cmodplays #writing

[capecodartandnature]

Be kind. That works for today and every day. #capecod #beach #sand #sandwriting #bekind #wordstoliveby #getoutside https://www.instagram.com/p/CAkjCXsnFO7/?igshid=4e2mg1wmcscf

[thewhitemuseum]

Jesus writes on sand with his forefinger. Every grain he moves is a planet.

[babamoon]

Ahhh we are back home now after a lovely day! We had lots of fun at the Grand Pier, a long walk and play on the beach, getting blown over by the wind and burying our feet! Lol. Just one more day of relaxing time for these guys before school ☺️🏖 . . . . . #igkids #instakids #summerkids #schoolholidays #smartkids #coolkids #summerfun #kids #mydaughter #myson #family #sandwriting #familyphoto #myfamily #mykids #ilovemyfamily #ilovemykids #funday #happy #smile #mumlife #mylife #momlife #happyfamily #myfavouritepeople #nameinthesand #happiness #beachday #monday #mondayfunday (at Weston-super-Mare) https://www.instagram.com/p/B163BdPAjH3/?igshid=jj7a9onnqkn9

[ikstenom]

The writing on the sand will disappear but the memories will linger forever.

[man-me--a-sand]

Kisses

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23302486

Pairing: Remile

Characters: Emile Picani, Remy Sanders, Kai (Cartoon Therapy)

Warnings: none

“Hey, babes.” Remy leaned over Emile’s shoulder.

“What are you doing here! I thought you didn’t get off till four!”

“Got off early. Do you have any appointments today? We should head home, go grab an early dinner.”

“Sorry, dear. I’ve got a kid coming today.”

Remy pulled the stool so Emile was facing him and sat on his husband's lap. “C’mon?” He shifted his leg so the short skirt slipped up, revealing more leg.

“Remy, I can’t cancel on Kai.” Emile shoved him on the floor. “Now shoo, go wait outside.”

“Whyy. They’re not here yet, let me stay.” He hopped back onto Emile’s lap, and pushed his face forward. “Let’s enjoy ourselves.”

Emile sighed, but a smile graced his face. “Fine.” He leaned in and his lips hit Remy’s.

Just seconds after, the door opened. “Um, Dr. Picani? Sorry I’m late-oh, sorry, I’ll just wait outside.”

Emile turned bright red and pulled away. “No, Kai, it’s fine. He was just leaving.” He gave Remy a gentle shove out the door.

“Later, babes.” Remy said, blowing a kiss.

Kai sat down awkwardly, as Emile adjusted his tie quickly.

“So, who was that..?”

“Oh, Remy, my husband. So, how have things been since our last appointment?”

[mikesaintjules]

First release of the year under @euphonicrecords Visions! Venturing into the deeper sounds using my 'MSJ' alias. The Sandwriter EP comes out on Jan 25th! #sandwriter #progressive #deep #euphonic https://www.instagram.com/p/BsN_zgcFj7g/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=16c15n8a6xer

[qualitykittenpainter]

Sand writer Skryf

[witchliibra]

Solstice on the beach!! Solstice on the beach!!!

Gave the ocean gingerbread cookies, got chased away by excited seagulls, made a friend near the broken-down pier.

I take living so close to the ocean for granted when it’s really immensely calming to get so close to the water. It’s literally a ten-twenty minute drive depending on traffic, but I never really get a good excuse to go aside from witchy holidays and volunteer events.

I should go more often.

Blessed, belated Yule!

[opticor]

our secretary who’s on a holiday at the seaside just sent me this! what the fuck it’s cute

[justalittlelitnerd]

Frankly In Love by David Yoon

*Photo courtesy of penguinteen.com*

Title/Author/Publisher/Year Published: Frankly In Love by David Yoon | Published by Putnam Young Readers in September 2019

Plot Summary: Frank Li wants nothing more than to be in love. But it’s not that easy. Love never is, but especially not for Frank who has seen first hand what happens when his parents don’t approve. So Frank lives in the hypothetical: is it better to date someone who is Korean to appease his parents (but then they will always be involved) or date someone else that they might not approve of (and become ostracized)? But when Brit Means looks at him a little differently, it’s no longer a hypothetical because Frank Li is falling and falling fast. The only problem? Brit is white. Lucky for Frank a fellow Limbo (Limbo referring to the Korean-American children of his family’s friends who came over from Korea together) is in the same predicament. Joy and Frank come up with a scheme to date who they want with their parents none the wiser. They will fake date each other. It seemed like the perfect solution until Frank begins to suspect he might not be entirely faking it. 

Ugh, okay, so I have a lot of thoughts and feelings about this book so please just bear with me. Honestly, I hate saying it but I had such a tough time getting through this book. I think the main issue, as always, was my expectations. The way I’d heard people talk about it I was anticipating a cute, fun YA romance with my favorite trope, fake-dating-turned-real, and I guess in a way that is what it was? But I was vastly unprepared for Frank. Or the fact that this book is stuffed to the gills with tropes. 

Frank is weird, by the end I would say that I loved him, but I was initially caught off-guard by the way he talks and thinks and I found it made it harder to get into his character and thus the story. Additionally, his relationship with Brit feels like it comes out of nowhere and suddenly they’re in a fairly serious relationship? And *SPOILER* he ends up cheating on her with Joy. Normally, I don’t like to include spoilers or I hide them, but I feel like this is an important issue I had with this novel. I almost stopped reading because Frank is supposed to be the good guy and in that moment (and the following pages when he tells Brit) he was a fucking jackass. The only thing that slightly redeems him is that he immediately recognized it as cheating and didn’t waste time telling Brit or lying to her about it, but it still sucked. 

However, that all being said, the book holds some important discussions about what it means to be Korean-American, Asian-American, or really just anything with that dreaded hyphen. There’s talk about whiteness and how the privilege of belonging to the majority tends to erase those immigrant stories and identities. There are discussions of blackness not only because of Frank’s sister but because of Frank’s best friend. Race is interwoven into every aspect of this novel and David Yoon does it with grace and care and without fear.

Anyway, if you’ve read this and have thoughts feel free to respond! I’d like to see what other people who’ve read it thought about it in all of its chaotic glory.

Warning: Keep reading at your own risk because I have included a spoilers section for a few important details I wish I had known going into this book because they could be potentially triggering (nothing is graphic which is probably why it wasn’t heavily mentioned in discussions about this title). And as always my favorite quotes because damn does David Yoon have a way with words.

Spoilers:

Frank’s dad gets shot while working at The Store and almost dies, but survives only to find out that he has cancer and less than a year to live which sparks a fight with his longtime friends which means that right when Joy and Frank get their shit together they don’t feel like their parents will approve because there’s a rift so like fuck a happy ending I guess? 

Quotes:

She was brave—braver than me—but now I wonder if being brave is worth it. The brave go first into battle. But that makes them the first to go down, too.

In Language class Ms. Chit would called this code switching. It’s like switching accents, but at a more micro level. The idea is that you don’t speak the same way with your friends (California English Casual) that you do with a teacher (California English Formal), or a girl (California English Singsong), or your immigrant parents (California English Exasperated). You change how you talk to best adapt to whoever you’re talking to. But it’s not just about adaptation, as Ms. Chit explained. People can code switch to confuse others, express dominance or submission, or disguise themselves.

I feel my stomach wave hello. My ears grow warm. Gravity eases enough to loosen all the joints and nails and screws holding the world together until all its pieces are slowly tumbling free in a soft huge space lit only by the white rectangle beneath my thumbs. My girlfriend is texting me.

There’s an anger in my heart the color of dark red ready to paint the walls with curse words, but there’s no point in getting into all that.

Let me tell you something. I live to make people laugh. Parents, siblings, friends, lovers, doesn’t matter. I just have to. If you for some reason don’t know how to make someone laugh, then learn. Study that shit like it’s the SAT. If you are so unfortunate as to have no one in your life who can make you laugh, drop everything and find someone. Cross the desert if you must. Because laughter isn’t just about the funny. Laughter is the music of the deep cosmos connecting all human beings that says all the things mere words cannot.

American girl, they okay. When Mom-n-Dad say American, they mean white. When they refer to themselves—or me—they say hanguksaram, or Korean. I never call myself just Korean. I call myself Korean-American, always leading first with Korean or Asian, then the silent hyphen, then ending with American. Never just American. White people can describe themselves with just American. Only when pressed do they go into their ethnic heritage. Doesn’t seem fair that I have to forever explain my origin story with that silent hyphen, whereas white people don’t. It’s complicated. But simple. Simplicated.

But I feel bad for Brit, whose immigrant stories have most likely been washed away like surf erasing sandwriting. She may call herself European-American, but to most of the world she’s just white. As a member of the majority, she belongs everywhere. As the product of a long, mixed-up heritage, she belongs nowhere.

Saying it makes it feel more true. I get the feeling that the more I say it, the truer it will feel over time. And eventually this truth I’ve created will weave itself into every fiber of my reality, until it moves naturally with my every gesture like a favorite shirt I can’t help but wear always.

It’s like my heart has turned to lead and is now too heavy to carry alone, so Joy is helping me.

At first, I can’t tell why this is so hard for me. But really I’m lying to myself. I know exactly why it’s hard for me. Because down this conversational road is the acknowledgment of a fundamental difference between me and Brit—a fundamental difference of being—and I can’t bear to admit that such a difference exists. Brit—wise, awakened, aware Brit—belongs to a white majority whether she wants to or not, and is entitled to all its privileges—also whether she wants them or not.

I look at Brit a little differently now. Like there are more rooms than I realized in the house of her heart, and not necessarily neat-and-tidy ones.

She is scared to death saying this. I can see it in her eyes. I can smell it on her skin. Because love is more terrifying than anything. Love is a mighty blue hand coming straight for you out of the sky. All you can do is surrender yourself and pray you don’t fall to your death.