#shoreline trails

[rs-lily]

Partington Cove

Part 1/4

[dinosaurchurch]

Stiles Cove Path.

November 11th 2024.

This was the only really nice sunny day we had for the entire month of November. I'll forever cherish it for that.

[kimlion1313]

Trailing daisy 🌼

Treasure Shores Beach, FL - June 23

[tatmanblue]

When backlit clouds stole the celestial show by Peter Thoeny - Quality HDR Photography Via Flickr: Alviso is a small Silicon Valley town, located at the San Francisco Bay in California. I went there for sunset and to take photos of the seven planets that lined up for a rare "planetary parade" on Friday. It was too cloudy to see the planets, but we got nice backlit clouds after sunset. I processed a balanced, a paintery, and a photographic HDR photo from three RAW exposures, blended them selectively, and carefully adjusted the color balance and curves. I welcome and appreciate constructive comments. Thank you for visiting - ♡ with gratitude! Fave if you like it, add comments below, like the Facebook page, order beautiful HDR prints at qualityHDR.com. -- ƒ/7.1, 16 mm, 1/25, 1/100, 1/400 sec, ISO 400, Sony A6400, SEL-P1650, HDR, 3 RAW exposures, _DSC0111_2_3_hdr3bal1pai5pho1h.jpg -- CC BY-NC-SA 4.0, © 2025 Peter Thoeny, Quality HDR Photography

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Hazy Horizon 4K Stock Video - Download Video Clip Now - 4K Resolution, Aerial View, Aspirations - iStock

[irishgop]

On its face…

[spaceageadventuresblog]

[joshseoh]

Shoreline Trails

Ah yes, the iconic Shoreline Trails from The Sims 2 Console. It was my second favorite lot from that game, with Cliffside Retreat as my most favorite. I decided to recreate it in The Sims 4 alongside its residents.

Farah Moonbiscuit

I literally made that bandana just for her lmaoo

Timmy Tool

I think he ends up looking too cute lol

Torin Namaste

Didnt have the right outfit for him, I’ll have to go cc shopping asap

[rs-lily]

Garrapata State Park

Part 3/3

[suitelifeoftravel]

Hiking the Sunken Gardens Trail at Moraine State Park, Pennsylvania

Visiting my brother and his family over the Labor Day Weekend, my parents rented a camper for the drive to Butler County, northern Pennsylvania.  They parked the RV at a campsite near Moraine State Park for afternoon hikes and fishing. The Saturday before the holiday, we decided to hike the Sunken Garden Trail at the nearby state park.  The hike is located on the southern side of Lake Arthur,…

[zyafics]

GIRL OF THE SEA | Rafe Cameron

MASTERLIST (Blurb)

Pairing – Rafe x Mermaid!Female Reader

Summary — After leaving the Island Club, Rafe hadn't expected to find a mermaid on the beach.

Word Count — 1.0K

Content — fluff, mentions of nakedness.

Dedication — to @erwinsvow whom I talked about this concept months ago, and to The Little Mermaid (2023) movie that's currently playing at the corner of my screen as I write this.

Rafe hadn’t expect to find you.

Half-past eleven, he was leaving the Island Club and found intrigue in the distance. A glimmer against the harsh currents, banging against the coastline. He hadn’t given it much thought—until it looked like the sea was glowing like stardusts had fallen into the ocean.

Drunk, he trekked down the valleys of the beach, slipped against the coarse sand, and made his way to the shoreline. He hadn’t expected much—perhaps it was a mirage, a trick of his sight—but what he found was completely out of his realm of predictions.

It was you.

Naked.

Your legs stretched across the wet sand, your body bare of any fabric, saved for seashells covering your breasts. Your hair was damp, freshly pulled from the ocean, and your fingers traced the skin of your thighs, mesmerized, as if you had never seen such a thing.

Because you hadn’t.

You were a mermaid, sworn to keep away from the surface world, to stay off humans. But you were fascinated—you saw the Island Club’s fireworks, the twinkles in the sky, and the bare beach, voided of humans, voided of predators, that you just wanted a taste for it yourself.

Somehow, you pulled to the coast, dragged your tail against the sand, pulled your weight till it found dry land. Afterward, with permission of a secret potion, you digested the ingredients and shifted into legs. Human legs. You gasped at the fascination of it being attached to your own, that they were yours to control.

Rafe followed the trail. He saw the thick tail outlined against the sodden sand, before being transformed into a pair of legs. It looked odd, but he wasn’t going to assume mermaids; he always thought they were a myth, a folktale.

He just thought you were crazy.

“Hello?” Rafe asks with a slur of his words, blinking in surprise at your lack of modesty. You look up, eyes twinkling, and a smile curves at your lips. You don’t have a sense of danger, a sense of fear for the humans everyone warned you about.

Instead, you were intrigued, your eyes trailing down the length of Rafe’s body, the way he held the bottle of beer in his hands. You don’t have that back in the ocean.

“Legs,” you point at him, and for a second, Rafe grows self-conscious.

“What?” He gapes.

“You have legs,” you repeat, a grin broadening your face with childlike wonder. Your fingers shifts, pointing at yourself. “Me too! Isn’t it wonderful?”

Rafe assumes you’re high. That you’ve taken something from the Pogues, and you’re here, in the middle of the beach, alone, naked, with no consideration other than the fact that you had legs. Whatever you took, he wants a taste of it himself.

But it’s also odd. Because you didn’t look intoxicated. Your eyes are a little wild, but that’s from enthusiasm, from curiosity, not from narcotics. They’re clear, they’re wide, and they’re wrinkled with this spark of joy Rafe had never seen in a human before.

“Yeah,” Rafe drawls slowly, “Yeah, they’re good.”

You beam, your hands propping your upper body on the sand as you attempt to pull yourself up. On the first try, you fell miserably, landing harshly against the coarse grains, and an oomph leaves your throat. Rafe winces at the sight, at the pain you must endure, but all you do is laugh.

You’re laughing because you never done this before.

You try again, but your knees buckle under your weight. Gravity, it seems, is against you. But you’re resilient. You pull yourself up, several times if necessary, so you can finally use the opportunity to walk on land as you always dreamed of.

You fall again.

“Alright, alright,” Rafe steps forward, and wraps his arm around your waist, helping to your feet. “Come on, Bambi, it ain’t that hard,” he says in a light tone, and you smile.

“It’s new,” you confess in a soft, sirened whisper.

“Yeah?” He asks, turning to you, your face centimeters from his. The glow of your expression is enchanting, like all the right proportions, all the right features that Rafe had always seen in a woman. It steals his breath away. “This your first time walkin’?”

You grin, “Isn’t it amazing?”

“Yeah, yeah, amazing,” he shakes his head, holding you upright, as you slowly find your footing. Your feet touch the sand, and it sinks under your weight, grains trickling between your toes. Toes, things you’ve never had before, and you wiggle them. Oh, it feels glorious.

“Good?” Rafe asks, recognizing now that it’s not going to be easy helping you out of this beach. He isn’t sure if you’re not drunk, if you’re not doped up, but he is sure that there’s absolutely no way you’re in the right state of mind to tell him which direction is your home.

He has to take you back to Tannyhill.

But he can’t if you’re completely naked, hidden modesty behind two shells that look like they were strung together from a costume.

He has to help.

He doesn’t know why he wants to.

Shrugging off his jacket, Rafe steadily lets you go to cover you up. Thankfully, the jacket falls mid-thigh, covering up the essentials so that you won’t get arrested for public indecency.

You feel the weight of the fabrics on your shoulders, unfamiliar, but not unwelcome. It’s a luxury to receive items like these, to cover yourself up, and it’s only done in the case of mating.

You turn to him, loose strands of hair falling over your face, delicately dancing over your eyes, in a way that makes you have this innocence, natural beauty. “Where I come from, this is considered a marriage proposal,” you declare, using your arms to wrap around his bicep, using Rafe as a walking crunch.

The corner of his mouth lifts, amused. “Yeah?”

You nod. “Yes.”

“Let’s get you covered up first, and we can talk about that later.”

You nod, agreeing, and as you plant a small kiss on his cheek, Rafe pulls you inland, across his beach, to his car, and back to Tannyhill.

He’ll figure out everything later.

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[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

warning: some nsfw in the vampire, werewolf, and incubus parts

Cat hybrid bf trilling when he sees you, his ears flicking and tail swaying softly. Immediately he stands and walks towards you, quiet and graceful. He buts his head against you affectionately, then begins grooming you as his arms wrap around your waist.

Puppy hybrid bf that runs to the front door, nearly knocking you over as he plows into you. He’s instantly covering you in puppy kisses, his tail wagging furiously as he sniffs at your neck before giving you an affectionate bite.

Vampire bf that taps his foot impatiently, checking his watch and biting his lip. You were supposed to be home 30 minutes ago! The second you open the door, he’s on you, checking for injuries and fussing over you. He tries to play it off… but it’s sweet to see how much he cares for you, drinking your blood as he fingers your needy cunt.

Incubus husband that waits in your bedroom, wearing his best lingerie, sipping on wine… but when you get home, all of the sexy atmosphere is gone and he’s crying, snuggling into you and babbling about missing you way too much. The two of you fall asleep, with him clinging to you and drooling on your shoulder.

Werewolf bf that had been trailing you, and only barely got home before you did. He knows everything that happened during your day, purring softly when you take out the steak he watched you buy. He holds you on his knot and scents you as you watch TV.

Orc husband that goes out to find you when you’re more than a minute late. He spots you walking towards the house, throws you over his shoulder, and carries you home. Scolds you too, his large hand smacking your ass before he sets you down on the couch.

Dragon hybrid bf that doesn’t let you go out at all. The only fresh air you get is when he’s with you, a possessive claw on your hip as you walk around town. Once you’re home, he’s a bit pouty and needs your attention or he’ll be grumpy about people getting to look at his treasure.

Naga bf also doesn’t let you out… at all. You’re so soft and sensitive, his little darling. He does however sit outside the bathroom and let out annoyed hissed when you take too long, pouting and scratching at the door. He expects kisses and snuggles for being so brave and patient.

Mermaid bf that trills and splashes happily when he spots you on the shoreline, performing a little mating dance in the water before pulling you into his arms. He missed you so much, he’s so glad you’re back for the summer! All he wants is to spend every single day with you…

They’re happy you’re home with them, safe and sound 💗

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[littlelamy]

───beach day lewd language.ᐟ

even though the sun was slowly rising and the waves were breaking with a strong smell of salt, rafe was preoccupied with the beautiful and scenery that was you.

laid out on your towel, stretched long and golden, skin glistening with sunscreen and sweat. bikini tiny, barely covering shit, the kind he picked out because he likes to see people looking—just so he can remind them who you belong to. and people were looking, very much.

he sees it. he obviously sees the way some kooks glance way too long at you or the way a couple of pogues whisper when you sit up, adjusting the top that does nothing to hide the curve of your tits or the hardness of you nipples.

his jaw ticks.

“baby,” he murmurs, dropping onto his towel beside you, fingers trailing over your thigh. “you do that shit on purpose?”

you glance at him, confused, sipping your frozen strawberry (or whatever drink you enjoy) slurpee through the straw. “do what?”

he smirks, but it’s not friendly. his fingers tighten. “act like you don’t notice every guy on this fucking beach staring at you.”

you scoff, shifting to lean back on your elbows, chest pushing forward just a little. teasing. “what are you even taking about....they’re not staring, rafe.”

he snorts, eyes dark under the shadow of his cap. “bullshit.” his hand slides up, over the side of your waist, up to cup your jaw, turning your face toward him. “maybe i should give ‘em somethin’ to really look at,” he murmurs, voice thick.

your breath catches, heat curling low in your belly. “rafe—”

but he’s already leaning in, mouth slanting over yours in a kiss that’s deep, possessive, and meant to be seen. his tongue slides against yours, fingers tangling in your salt-sticky hair, his body shifting closer, practically covering you.

you hear some people whistle. a few laughs. but rafe doesn’t give a fuck.

when he finally pulls back, he looks pleased. cocky.

“there,” he murmurs, thumb swiping your bottom lip. “that should do it.”

you roll your eyes, but the warmth between your legs says you don’t mind.

later, when the sun is lower and colder, you stand at the shoreline, feet sinking into the wet sand, watching the many waves roll in—while rafe comes up behind you, arms looping around your waist. his chest presses to your back, skin warm from the sun.

“not getting in, pretty?” he asks, lips grazing your ear.

you shake your head. “too much effort.”

he chuckles. “you just like sittin’ there, lookin’ pretty, huh?”

you grin, leaning into him. “maybe, just wanna relax and enjoy the view.”

his hands slide lower, fingers slipping just under the waistband of your bikini bottoms. “do you like it when i watch you, the same way i watch the ocean?”

your breath catches. “rafey not this ag—”

he nips at your ear, fingers teasing. “you know i do, baby. fuckin’ love it. love knowing every asshole on this beach wishes they were me.”

he presses himself against you, just enough for you to feel how hard he is, even through his swim trunks.

“rafe,” you hiss, squirming.

he laughs, smug as ever. “what? we’re at the beach, baby. just havin’ fun. like you said, relaxing”

his hand stays right there, teasing you until you’re pressing your thighs together, eyes darting around to make sure no one’s watching.

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[jthurlow]

Lake O's Original Shoreline-Today a Remnant of the "Once Great Forests of Indiantown"

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[irishgop]

The Shepherd’s staff

“Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.”

‭‭Psalm‬ ‭23‬:‭4‬ ‭KJV‬‬

https://bible.com/bible/1/psa.23.4.KJV