#the fear of the ocean

[holographings]

my troubled perfect princess who deserves 400 years in jail <3

[mmelolabelle]

Adar had to die because if he, Gil-Galad and Elendil were all in Middle Earth at the same time there would have simply been too much Dad Energy ™️ for the populace to handle. They would have defeated Sauron through sheer “I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed” force alone.

[lostgoosebe]

Possession era was definitely one of my favs omg

[llamagoddessofficial]

Beach episode with the bad Sanses

Why does "take my idiot henchmen to a secluded beach to blow off some steam" 100% sound like something Nightmare would do? He'll bring you along too. The boys can't relax when their beloved favourite human isn't there. You're like a therapy kitten a bunch of giant terrifying fighting hounds refuse to go anywhere without.

Horror doesn't like deep water, too many bad memories of a certain fish monster, so he's staying away from the sea. But he does like the sound it makes... the waves are wonderful, they're something other than his own thoughts to concentrate on. He'll sit on the sand, with a hat over his face, listening to the ocean and enjoying the sun soaking into his old bones. Might even fall asleep. For the love of God, keep Killer away from him, his 'prank' attempts on the sleeping giant will not end well for anyone. Don't let him catch you when he's looking tired - he'll drag you up against him and snore into your hair until the sun goes down.

It's weird to see Dust without his hood. You half expected him to even wear it to the beach, but it makes sense he wouldn't. There's enough dust on that thing already, he probably doesn't want to get sand on it as well. He'll spend most of his time resting in the shade (why is he wearing sunglasses when he doesn't have eyes?), but if you ask him to, he'll venture into the sun. You're the only one who can convince him to do anything fun. Out of all of them, he's the one who'll go get you something to eat. He'll randomly disappear, then quietly return with ice cream, or crepes, or smoothies. Just three, though - one for him, one for you, and one for Horror because it'd just be rude to not get him food. He won't tell Killer where he got it.

Killer is having a great time. He will be ogling your beach outfit, it doesn't matter what it is, he'll stare and flirt as often as he possibly can. He wants to play volleyball or football, have you bury him in the sand, take stupid posed pictures, stay until sunset and start a barbecue, he's having an amazing time. This is his dream. If you can keep him company, please do, because it'll keep him on good behaviour - if you leave him alone for five minutes he's going to start annoying the other skeletons. By the end of the day someone is dunking him in the ocean, at least once. Probably Dust.

Nightmare will sit on a chair, under the darkest umbrella you've ever seen, without a speck of sunlight reaching him. He won't engage with the other skeletons at all and it seems like they know to give him his space. He'll be delighted to chat to you, if you come up to him, but other than that he just... vibes there, alone. Makes you wonder why he even came to the beach, since he clearly will do whatever it takes to avoid light.

He bought you along because the other skeletons want you around, sure. But he also bought you because he could tell you needed the stress relief. He likes just sitting back and listening to you enjoying yourself, watching the happy feelings roll off you - they're nice to see, even if he can't eat them.

Not that he'll ever say it aloud, but he planned this day out almost entirely for you.

[cloudysunflowr]

·｡°‧ “𝓜𝔂 𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓵𝓮” ·｡°‧

·｡°‧ “𝓜𝔂 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓻”·｡°‧

The nicknames they had for each other.

And I can imagine just the sounds of the waterfall around them as ocean creatures swim about and Aiden gawks in wonder and amazement JSJDKS

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞·｡°‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡°‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡°‧𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

I love how this came out, makes me all soft

[onenicebugperday]

Hello!

No bug picture but a thank you. I always felt slightly panicky when I saw insects. Then I came across your tumblr and started seeing how interesting and beautiful (in their own ways) they are. I did a lot of gardening today and saw wasps and wood lice and all kind of different weevils and ants. And it was so nice to share the sunny morning with them. So thank you for what you do I certainly changed my perspective. And I feel now so much more comfortable being outside.

That's great news! Gardening definitely puts you in close contact with a lot of tiny pals :)

[disorganised-bagel]

rtc incorrect quotes, except they're things that my strange online family (affectionate) have said

feat. @abreathingrock, @milozrottinginhell and @1nd3c1s1ve (the other person doesn't have a tumblr yet, to my knowledge, but if/when they get one i'll tag them too)

[czechstitch]

my darling my beloved, after 50+ hours and one discontinued yarn crisis she is finally complete 💙

[historicity-was-already-taken]

From now on, doing history calmly and accurately is my resistance. Let Trump voters cry over the “fascist” label; can’t change what it means. Let oligarchs argue that the invasion of Ukraine in 2014 was nothing like the Sudetenland grab. It doesn’t make them right. Let people scream that Trump’s plans for his second term have nothing in common with McCarthyism/that McCarthyism was both good and Constitutional. That doesn’t make them right.

Let people gleefully forget that “Nazism” means “National Socialism,” or, a form of socialism which only applies to those the ruling party determines count as Germans, and perform German-ness correctly. Socialism for true Germans, death for the rest.

Calmly take refuge in your knowledge of the facts, and don’t stop until the war on fact grows so loud, that you’re rounded up with the rest of the intelligentsia and tossed out of an airplane over the sea.*

And even then. Even when you’re gone and there’s no body, the regime will fall, as regimes always do. And the facts will remain the same.

*pinochet did this, and MAGA bros have been photographed in tshirts celebrating this, and encouraging its application to “socialists.” The most violent thing I have to say about them, is that it would be poetic if they perished in a workplace accident which could have been prevented with proper OSHA compliance.

[efingart]

Conquering my weird fear of oil rigs by playing that oil rig horror game.

[saturnisscreaming]

One day I washed up on the shore and now I'm making it everyone's problem

[penofwildfire]

Something so so cool and fun to me about the idea of Nya having this intrinsic connection to specifically her own realm's water. She became the Endless Sea. She could feel and sense every part of it, getting pulled into the sky and forming clouds, raining down everywhere, going through the whole water cycle again and again and again. And yes she's regained a flesh and blood body, but parts of her will always be in the sea, intertwined with it all, with Nyad even. She can control water from other realms, sure. But it's not her water, and she can tell. She can feel where her own ocean ends and others begin, can feel the waters spilling into eachother, every foreign raindrop distinct from herself.

[bixels]

How do you like the ocean but not like being in it?

I think it looks nice and smells nice and sounds nice. Not interested in joining it, though.

[lemonwrap]

I dunno if you take asks, but your Merman!Ghost + Soap AU is just mmm and I got hit with inspiration-

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Imagine:

Dog!Soap, loving paddleboarding and surfing, loving feeling the sea breeze in his hair and ears, the ocean being his place to relax after long days. Suddenly, a huge wave hits him out of nowhere, dragging him under, fast and hard. He thinks it's the end. Until this sleek, beautiful creature, with eyes as dark and thick as the night sky, grasps him by the hand and drags him upwards to the surface.

Months go by, Soap can't look at the ocean anymore, but he always, somewhere in the back of his mind, yearns to go out to a pier and jump in, go diving for the beautiful creature that saved him. He wants to thank him, do something for him, like any dog would for someone who saved them from the brink of death.

Suddenly, the nearby aquarium offers a new exhibit, only described in vague words and blurry pictures.

Price and Gaz drag Soap along, knowing he needed to go somewhere, do something, get out of the house, to cheer him up a bit.

As they make their way through the crowd around the large glass aquarium, and get right to the glass, Soap sees the same eyes he saw that day in the ocean, just as deep and enrapturing as ever, staring right back at him.

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And ofc anything can be changed if you want to write it-

I have no focus really to write it full out, but I also really wanted to share it somewhere lol

Omg, omg.

Ghost doesn’t even seem to see the other visitors once he spots Soap. He just stares past all the people with those pitch black eyes, intense and unwavering with zero doubt that he saw Soap.

Even Gaz and Price notice the merman’s unusual reaction.

“He noticed you,” Gaz says, then playfully flicks one of Soap’s perked ears. “Think it’s the ears?”

“Shut up,” Soap says absentmindedly in response to Gaz, not paying much attention to anything but the merman. He doesn’t look sick, but he looks unhappy. The aquarium’s water is clean enough, but it’s small and overly bright with no place to hide from prying eyes and the occasional flashing of cameras. The merman seems agitated, too, swimming in tight circles and scowling whenever the glass is tapped but repeatedly looking back to Soap.

They’d arrived in the afternoon, so there’s less people than at opening and Soap has a chance to get up close to the glass. He can’t keep his tail from wagging, but it slows when the merman doesn’t look any happier at his proximity, just more desperate.

“He likes him!” a young girl exclaims when she sees the merman pressing his palms to the glass, clearly the first time he’s bothered to interact with anyone. More camera flashes go off, and the merman’s black eyes squint, irritated by the lights, but he keeps looking at Soap, miserable and longing.

Soap hasn’t been back to the ocean since he almost drowned, but can almost feel the salt of the water in his lungs and burning his throat.

The merman saved Soap’s life that day, and he vows that he’ll get the merman out somehow.