#surf writing

[fernycreek]

Western Port Bay Musings

There are many things I love about Victoria’s Western Port Bay. What first comes to mind is the interactions with this unique coastline through the practice of surfing. When the larger swells of Autumn and Winter make their way up into the bay, it’s not unusual to find yourself parked along a back street of Shoreham a couple hours before high-tide, pulling on a wetsuit with the ground damp beneath your feet. The stroll through the campground and down the little single track amongst the wet eucalyptus and out onto the beach strewn with seaweed, is always enjoyable. It’s a settling moment before paddling out into the liquid walls peeling along the reef with the aid of a grooming offshore NW wind. 

In a lull between sets at Honeysuckle Reef, I like to look up and down the immediate coast with the hilly farmlands rising above to the west and Point Leo to the east. The silhouettes of surfers at the various breaks bob up and down as they stare out to sea in a meditative state. This habit orientates or places oneself within this coastal landscape. 

There is a certain charm and character to this stretch of coastline - a comforting and familiar feeling which is always present. This favourite and regenerative spot continues to draw me back ever since I first surfed here many moons ago.

DM.

[aurantiumred]

fun fact: the letters j, u, and w didn't exist in the original roman alphabet. gonna fuck up jason's whole writing career with this (he has dyslexia) (he didn't have one in the first place)

him calmly writing his name and the others turning to look at him in confusion and horror. he writes "j" as "i" and "u" as "v" and he does all caps on all of his words.

he takes notes for his classes and his teachers think he's actually going insane because he's writing like ancient roman text.

[ghostbsuter]

They may feel it, but never witness it.

Bart does not explain his impromptu leaves in the speedforce, nor how and why the speedforce seems to only take him and spit him back out few hours later.

Well, bart can't really explain it without sounding ridiculous.

How else do you explain to your family and teammates that grandma speedy keeps bringing him to playdates with some god of times grandson?

At least they're the same age! Danny's very crash, honestly. Got the speedster appetite and running together ensures even faster speed with no obstacles in front of them!

Man, he loves intangibility.

Now how does he explain this to uncle max?

[chromaherder]

Byler week day 4: Summer Love During which Mike vows to never do sports again after swallowing a good handful of salt water.

[adimouze]

I would like to personally thank whichever marketing team decided to release this today and cleansing the timeline with the SWEETEST daniel ricciardo lore drop

[marlynnofmany]

Has anyone done anything with the idea of "surfing on solar waves"? It would make for such a cool sci-fi visual.

Or, on the fantasy side of things, I'm now picturing some daredevil pixies riding those twirly seedpod things. That would be pretty awesome too.

[byronnight2]

Marina di Vecchiano.

Agosto 2024.

Un sabato come un altro,alle 6 di mattina, quando non c'è nessuno.

Ed io ho nella testa la tua voce.

Le dinamiche assurde che ci hanno tenuti uniti per 6 anni.

In realtà ti ho sempre lasciato libero e puntualmente sei tornato. Come un falco. O un lupo.

Mi spaventa sapere che posso appartenerti. Senza sforzo.

Ma tu sei l'Incantatore. Lo sai già.

#byronnightisback

#incantatore

#ancora

#incognite

[iamgonnagetyouback]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ༄.° ivy's 1k celebration masterlist

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ snowmance ☃️

mari ➺ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤfred weasley/remus lupin anon ➺ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ elijah mikaelson yas ➺ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ regulus black/spencer reid anon ➺ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ remus lupin anon ➺ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ fred weasley kira ➺ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ theodore nott ira ➺ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ cedric diggory lils ➺ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ sirius black anon ➺ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ james potter anon ➺ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ harry potter emi ➺ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ cedric diggory

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ story in a shell 🦪

good graces ➺ exes to lovers with mattheo riddle from the start ➺ childhood friends to lovers with barty crouch jr dress ➺ best friends to lovers with harry potter begin again ➺ friends to lovers with fred weasley i don't know why i like you but i do ➺ quidditch rivals to lovers with regulus black talk talk ➺ brother's best friend with lorenzo berkshire sharpest tool ➺ brother's best friend with mattheo riddle maroon ➺ rivals to lovers with theodore nott

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ frost bite ❄️

pretty with regulus black jealous with mattheo riddle cute with barty crouch jr flirting back with theodore nott flirting? with remus lupin 'pity' relationship with harry potter only one with harry potter

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤsurf boards 🏄🏻‍♀️

baking with james potter listening to music together out in a field/picnic with mattheo riddle surfing in the ocean during winter with sirius black

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤtidal faves 🌊

enemies to lovers with theodore nott grumpy x sunshine with barty crouch jr

© iamgonnagetyouback ⋆.˚ please do not copy, translate, or repost any of my work.

[shellxrls]

john b is soo puppy coded !! his big brown eyes that always have a slight watery tinge, his awaiting stance !!! i bet he'd let you lead him around like he was on an imaginary leash, following you place-to-place with one calloused hand practically glued onto yours.

need a task done, he's doing it for you; need to run an errand, he's making sure he's with you.

pretty sure this applies to your sex life too - if you ever wanna try something new, all it takes is a little coercion and he's practically pouting at your feet and giving into your will (albeit with a wholeee lotta reassurance).

"you sure?" he questions, manhandling your frame until your head is at eye level with his, as if you weren't the one who suggested this idea in the first place.

"mhm."

"words, baby."

desperate and almost dazed from the anticipation, you whine out a prolonged "yess! 'm sure, just need you."

[theburialofstrawberries]

is there anything worse than applying for jobs

[axinite25]

The Crest

SUMMARY: Yelena is certain Kate Bishop hates her. A glass to the face will do that.

So why does Kate invite her to her vacation home? And since when did she know how to surf?

OR

QueerDisaster!Yelena/Surfer!Kate

[linkedin-offficial]

flight rising lorestuffs

[beccawise7]

Find your peace.

The place or thing that replenishes your soul.

And immerse yourself within it...

Allow it to rebuild. Heal. Strengthen and brighten your spirit.

One life... Live It Well. ~beccawise7 💜🖤

[thelastspeecher]

Surf and Tail AU prompt: Stan and Ford's life before being banished or the birth of Junior.

                 Stan and Ford found Angie in one of the secluded corners of the lagoon, swimming back and forth in front of a cluster of seaweed. Her silver, mirror-like scales reflected the plants, making her tail look green. She looked up when they approached. Her eyes widened. She froze in place, her long, red hair floating around her head like a halo.

                  “Is something wrong?” Stan signed. Angie twitched.

                  “No, I'm fine,” she signed back, her fingers shaky.

                  “Ford said you were acting a bit off.”

                  “I'm fine!” Angie signed urgently. She shot a glare at Ford. “I'm acting very normal. Because there's nothing wrong.”

                  “You do seem kinda twitchy,” Stan pointed out. Angie scowled.

                  “Maybe you're just not as good at reading human body language as you thought,” she argued. While she was distracted talking to Stan, Ford silently slipped behind her, into the seaweed she had been guarding. Stan rolled his eyes at her accusation.

                  “We both know I'm better than some humans at that,” he signed. “You're definitely hiding something.” Angie bit her lip, her frustration turning to anxiety. He swam closer to her. Her tail fins went rigid. “Why are you so freaked out?” Angie's hands trembled. She looked down at them, as though trying to decide what to say.

                 Before she could sign anything, Ford burst out of the seaweed. Angie spun around. Her face twisted in a vicious snarl. She tackled him, her scales lighting up in fury.

                 Stan groaned. He grabbed Angie's shoulder and tried to pull her off Ford. It took more effort than he was expecting. When he finally separated the two, Ford was bleeding from scratches on his face and arms, and Angie was cradling something in her hands. Stan stared.

                 It was an egg.

                 Stan gestured to the surface. Angie reluctantly nodded. The two surfaced.

                  “Can- can we talk about this on land?” Angie asked weakly.

                  “Eggs have to stay in the ocean,” Stan said flatly. Angie winced at his tone.

                  “There are a few tide pools the egg could be placed in,” chimed in Ford, who had also surfaced. “It's not safe long-term, but it should be fine for even a few hours.”

                  “...Okay,” Angie mumbled.

                 The three swam to shore. Once they were all in human form and the egg had been carefully placed in a tide pool, Stan rounded on Angie.

                  “Angie, what the hell?!” he snapped. Angie, kneeling by the tide pool, glanced away.

                  “I know, I shouldn't have lied to ya just now when you were askin' me what was wrong-” she started. Stan crossed his arms.

                  “That's not what I'm pissed about. You cheated on me.”

                  “What?!” Angie's head whipped up. She stared at Stan in horror. “No! I- I would never!”

                  “The proof is right there,” Stan said, pointing at the egg. “We never spawned together.”

                  “Sp- what?” Angie asked.

                  “What's the guy's name?” Stan demanded. “Where did you even find him? We chose to live here 'cause there isn't a colony nearby.”

                  “I- Stanley, I don't know what yer referrin' to,” Angie said, her voice beginning to shake. “I know what spawnin' is in a general sense, but I get the feelin' it has a diff'rent meanin' in this context?”

                  “You're an adult. You must have learned what spawning is by now,” Ford piped up. He was sitting by the tide pool as well, watching the egg drift in minute currents. Angie looked at him.

                  “Is it how merfolk reproduce?” she asked. Ford and Stan nodded. Angie sighed. “Okay. I think I see the issue. Humans don't reproduce that way. At least, that's what I'm gettin' from this conversation.”

                  “So you cheated on me with a human,” Stan ground out. Angie held up her hands.

                  “No! No!” Stan felt a twinge in his chest at how full her voice was of panic. He tried to ignore it, reminding himself that she had betrayed their bond as mates. “Stanley, do you remember what we did a couple months ago?” she said hesitantly. “You were unsure, but agreed to try because it was, um, part of my human culture.”

                  “You mean when we...” Stan gestured. Angie's face turned as red as her hair in mer form, but she nodded. “That's how humans reproduce?!”

                  “Yes,” Angie said. “It- it don't always result in- in a child. But it's how humans have children.” She glanced at the egg in the tide pool. “Everything else I've been experiencin' after that, though, that ain't normal fer humans.”

                  “Humans don't lay eggs?” Stan asked. Angie shook her head.

                  “Humans give live birth. Like some sharks,” Ford put in. Stan groaned, the reality of the situation and guilt over his reactions now washing over him. He sat on the sand next to Angie.

                  “You didn't know what to do when you laid the egg,” he said softly. Angie shook her head again. Tears, one of her lingering human traits, filled her eyes.

                  “I- none of this is what I learned,” she choked out. “It's all new. I didn't- I-” Stan sighed.

                  “I get it,” he said. He rubbed her back. “Ford and I felt that way when we were banished. We didn't know anything about pretending to be human.”

                  “Luckily for the current circumstances, we are very familiar with merfolk reproduction,” Ford said. “That's how I knew to remove the egg from where it was laid.”

                  “What?” Angie asked weakly. Stan pulled her into a side hug. She rested her head on his shoulder.

                  “When a mermaid lays an egg, she will be unable to move from that spot until the egg is moved. But at the same time, she can't move it,” Ford said. Angie frowned at him. “Until the egg hatches, you'll find yourself being ruled by your instincts, I'm afraid. This is the period of time during which merfolk are at their most primitive.”

                  “That's why I attacked you,” Angie mumbled.

                  “Eh, Ford is annoying,” Stan said. “I understand that one.” Ford shot him a look. “But yeah, your instincts are gonna take over. Don't worry, we'll take shifts guarding the egg.”

                  “...Good,” Angie said under her breath. Stan frowned. She wasn't looking at the egg with the pride and love he'd expect. It was... Stan's heart squeezed.

                 No, that's not right. I've gotta be wrong. Angie wouldn't be disgusted by our kid.

                  “So, how do humans reproduce?” Ford asked. Angie glared at him.

                  “Look it up,” she growled. Ford rocked back on his heels.

                  “I suppose it wouldn't be bad to read up on this. Maybe we could go to the library while you recover from the laying.”

                  “That's a good idea, Sixer,” Stan said with a nod. Mermaids were notoriously cranky after laying. Angie gripped his arms before he could move.

                  “Don't leave,” she whispered. “Not- not yet. Please.”

                  “O-okay.”

                 She's still got a lotta human in her. Maybe humans don't wanna be left alone after they lay. Stan mentally corrected himself. After they give birth.

                  “You know, this egg is good luck,” Stan said quietly, trying to distract Angie. He could feel her shaking.

                  “What- what makes you say that?” she whispered.

                  “It's clear. Most eggs are a color. Usually blue. But when there's a clear egg, that's good luck. It means the kid is gonna turn out great.” Stan looked at Ford. “Mom was a clear egg, right?” Ford nodded.

                  “Is it goin' to get bigger?” Angie asked.

                  “A bit. But not too much.”

                  “But...” Angie looked at the egg. “It's so small!”

                  “Yeah. The kid's gonna hatch and be about that big.” Stan smiled at Angie. “I hope it's a mirror tail like you.”

                  “But if it's that size when it hatches...”

                  “Don't worry, it'll stay safe once it gets put in a pouch,” Ford said. Angie stared at him. “I assume it will spend most of its time in either your pouch or Stan's, but if needed, it can also stay in mine.”  At Angie’s perplexed expression, he continued. “I know your culture is likely different, but mer families tend to share the burden.”

                  “No, no, no.” Angie sat up straight. “That’s not what I’m confused ‘bout.” She looked back and forth between the brothers. “Explain the pouch thing.”

                  “It's where babies stay to grow some more, until it's safe for them to swim around,” Stan said. Angie's face was slack with shock. “I'm guessing humans don't have pouches.” Angie shook her head. “What do humans have?”

                  “I suspect we'll find out at the library,” Ford said.

                  “Yes, you will,” Angie sighed. She put her head in her hands. “You might as well just go now.”

                  “Are you sure?” Stan asked. Angie nodded. “It's just- you didn't want me to leave before.”

                  “I think... I need some alone time now,” Angie croaked.

                  “If that's what you want.”

                  “It is,” Angie said firmly. Stan kissed the top of her head.

                  “Make sure that egg behaves itself,” he teased.

                  “Yeah,” Angie said, her voice small. Stan looked at Ford, who shrugged. The brothers got up and headed for the cabin to get dressed. As they walked, Stan looked back over his shoulder. Angie hadn't moved from her spot by the tide pool, hunched over, staring down at the egg without an ounce of happiness in her eyes.

[vodid]

ill be seeing tf one tomorrow (technically today since its 2 am) and will most likely post about it. i will be using the tags "tf one" and "spoilers" for filtering purposes so you have been warned. i'm super excited !!!

[by-kalika]

Pensacola

a pen to hold us in the summertime

where nature speaks and colors rhyme

sunset reflections across the shoreline

a day well spent to restore my mind

holding onto vitamin D daydreams

while my joy basks in sun-ray beams

and peace blows in with the cool breeze

time froze the devil in the deep blue sea

the ebb and flow; matter in motion

feeling the sea swell as the wind’s blowing

the foamy glaze drifting across the ocean

chasing mole crabs as we’re beach combing

swimming below waves as they break

beach volleyball games well played

in red bikinis while drinking all day

a place far enough from home to escape

carrying sand between my naked toes

buried in the land of a world unknown

where water cools and the warm sun glows

there’s no better place I could’ve chose

-kalika