#the ocean course

[untilthenexttee]

Fox Harb’r Resort Unveils New Ocean Course: A Landmark in Canada’s Luxury Golf Evolution

Celebrating 25 Years of Golf & Luxury in Nova ScotiaFox Harb’r Resort is redefining luxury golf in Canada with a multi-million dollar expansion, debuting the highly anticipated Ocean Course on May 8, 2025. Designed by Canada’s top golf architects, Doug Carrick and Tom McBroom, this marks the first phase of a visionary golf transformation at the celebrated Nova Scotia resort, which is…

[messymoonmad]

IM BITING YOUR POSEIDON

This was an invitation for him

Now get in the water

[cobraonthecob]

bryke were so threatened by zutara shippers that in legend of korra, they not only put jesus and the twelve disciples, but also judas and a megachurch congregation between the two just to prevent zutara shippers from shipping zutara more

unfortunately that badly backfired because everyone was like 'why in the ever loving FUCK was katara not at her granddaughter's air mastery ceremony but zuko was' and we all proceeded to flip off canon before continuing to have fun in the fandom out of spite

[kindgreenape]

checking your tumblr notifications after a particularly grueling finals and a four hour long flight really puts things into perspective. there is something so comforting knowing that even when it feels like everything is caving in on you the world continues to spin. people will still want to impregnate kim kitsuragi from the video game disco elysium

[usertoxicyaoi]

"I always talk abut being responsible for myself, but ... I always make it a habit to rely on others. When I'm hurt, I'll run away. I can't move on. Subconsciously, I seem to have started to rely on you. You are the ocean; you've caught me. I'm the one who needs you to push me forward."

FIRST NOTE OF LOVE (2024). EPISODE SIX.

[entitybear]

recent jojo doodles & drawings for funnn 🩷

[gorgynei]

cant get over the fungi on ruidus sorry. i have more to say

its implied that the reilorans are able to survive and farm the fungus, theres at least 347 different species of fungus native (?) to ruidus, and theres also slime molds*. evolutionarily (assuming the life evolved independently on ruidus which is a very bold assumption) this would imply that theres also prokaryotic life (bacteria, basically) and likely advanced eukaryotic organisms in the form of animal life, which we do see! its very possible that the reason theres so little plant life on ruidus is because something about the makeup of the planet is aggressively harmful to plants, if i had to guess its the lack of easily available sunlight due to the constant dust storms and the soil is probably unfavorable for growing. this probably means that fungus makes up the majority of the biomass for animals to consume or animals are much more adapted for absorbing nutrients from the soil/other sources.

i do think its interesting that fungus seem to survive and thrive SO well in the deep caverns because most fungus (on earth, and exandria. probably) are decomposers and need organic material to survive off of. they could be decomposing the crystal corpse of predathos though, which is the coolest idea in the world to me, or they could just do so well that they've created an independent ecosystem underground complete with its own n- and c-cycles.

the fungus on ruidus seem to take more after kingdom animalia in general, since theyre motile (for those unawares, fungus are actually MUCH much much more related to animals than they are to plants, so this isnt that out there) which is super cool. the myceits are somehow related to the fungi's sexual reproduction because we see the sterile mycelium on it's own and it doesn't seem to be producing any spores, where the myceits do have spore producing structures (specifically they have hymenophores, since they are most similiar to hymenomycete mushrooms). so i think its likely the myceits are just advanced forms of spore dispersal and will run around till they find somewhere favourable to drop spores (or passively will drop them as they move) and probably they have very short life spans </3 sorry myceits

also myceit = mycete = fungi kingdom. proof of earth-equivalent taxonomy existing in exandria? possibly why the ruidians call them myceits is because theyve seen botanists dream about mushrooms and refer to them as "mycetes" !

*gaz, the source for the # of fungus, seems to consider slime molds a kind of fungus, so its unclear whether all the species are actually true fungi, but i digress because slime molds are closely related to fungus anyway. also 347 is a really low number of species for an entire planet, but whatever.

[bruhstation]

Senja, your mind... Fem Top Hat... I need a minute-

top hat is one of the easiest characters in TUGS to be seen as transfem in which if you watch scenes where she flaunts her beauty and thinks of herself as above her peers (that she regarded as unmannerly, dirty, callous, or even of low standing compared to her, or rather that she finds it unappealing to relate to them) with the idea that she's a trans woman that hasn't figured herself out yet and subconsciously forms a snobby, highbrow persona to protect herself in mind, top hat's entire character becomes 100x more enjoyable AND hard hitting

also this.

[otherthingys]

Yall know that clip/audio of, after a long pause, a man says “am I the problem” and is immediately cut off with another shouting “OF COURSE YOU ARE”

That’s all I think about anytime I think of or listen to “Monster”

Odysseus: “……..am I the problem”

Everyone he’s ever met: “OF COURSE YOU ARE!!”

Can someone please make this for me

I need it

[spac3d0lls]

my fav headcanon is that ocean and noel grew up in the same apartment complex. they were next door neighbors and noel’s mother, who was a nurse who worked late nights, wanted her son to have a friend and introduced herself and her son to the rosenbergs. she noticed that the girl was dirty and neglected, but against her better judgement, she never reported or confronted her parents. uranium is a small town—she didn’t want to make assumptions or endanger another family’s reputation knowing how fast rumors spread.

as ocean grew, so did the differences between her and noel. the adults of uranium city saw just a driven and ambitious young woman, another one of the smart ones who would pack up and leave once given the opportunity. the kids saw someone who was snotty, arrogant, and desperate for attention.

noel and his mother saw a girl who was scared and neglected.

while uranium city saw a straight a, naturally gifted valedictorian, noel slept through the sound of his door opening and quietly locking in the middle of the night, knowing that ocean would study in his tiny dining room when the stench of her own apartment became unbearable. sometimes, noel would find her asleep his the couch in the morning. those days, he’d toast bread, make coffee, and scramble eggs, leaving them on his coffee table for when ocean would wake up. there was never any expectation for acknowledging this fact, nor any expectation for a thank you. but ocean was silently grateful.

while uranium city saw a teenager who was always clean and put together, ms. gruber opened her door one day to a ten year old ocean blushing crimson, having been laughed off by her parents after she told them about her first period. ms. gruber taught her about her body, hugging her tightly after ocean started crying out of embarrassment, and realizing that her hair was greasy and knotted. since that day, she would come home with noel after school to use their shower daily, traumatized by the prospect of only bathing when rain would fall. ms. gruber kept her cabinets stocked with double the hygiene products ever since.

when uranium city heard that their rising star had been killed in a rollercoaster accident, they mourned her. but the rosenberg family never showed to verify their daughter’s body. ms. gruber tearfully confirmed that it was ocean.

[thousand-sunnies]

do you think the first time kidd fell overboard after they departed from wano killer jumped in after him

the rest of the crew just sat there for a couple of minutes before someone had to be like wait and go fish both of them out

[solstrix]

Thalassophobia - 4/4

Thalassophobia is a persistent and intense fear of the ocean, or other aquatic depths, which may be characterized by acute anxiety, panic, and/or avoidance.

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[cartoondrawer]

[diaruchann]

Bro really said "I'll gladly drop a few babies from a wall to keep my men alive"

which is hilarious like Odysseus do you think a god coming down to tell you to kill an infant is a common occurrence

[blackswan446]

super rich kids || act I, scene I

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→ notes: hayyyyyy ☺️☺️☺️ imy guys i was randomly hit with an overwhelming urge to write today feeling blessed lols i hope this is good. also tried capitalizing my works with sentence case so let me know if it eats?? anyways ily enjoy

Cutlery and glasses clinked around you, and people chatted loudly and happily, yet the only thing that jarred you from your abstracted silence was the feeling of a hand and cool, metal rings on your shoulder.

You turned around, curious as to who had snuck up behind you, and were greeted by the kind face of your economics professor. She was an older woman, dressed from head to toe in linen and cashmere and dripping with designer luxuries. She gave you a proud smile, which was all too telling of her past — her face was dappled with sun spots, and the deflated remnants of filler was visible in her cheeks.

Her aged hand was still on your shoulder, and gave it a tight squeeze of fondness. “Congratulations, [name]!” she said, referencing the blue folder on your lap and thick cardstock paper of achievement inside of it. “You’ve worked hard all semester, and if anybody deserves recognition, it’s you. Keep up the good work, alright?” she said, giving two light pats to the back of your shoulder as she finished speaking.

You gave her a grateful smile, and nodded agreeably. “I won’t disappoint you, professor. Thank you.” with that, she smiled at you again, and bid you goodbye as her attention was grabbed by somebody else. But just as soon as she had left, she was replaced, not by one older woman, but by three guys your age.

One of them, who replaced the professor’s spot and stood imposingly between your own chair and the adjacent one, was broad-shouldered and had soft blonde hair. His friend, the second guy, had slipped into the chair next to yours. His hair was a bright, electric blue, and there was something about his eyes that made you feel slightly uneasy. Something unnerving. And the third one, who had occupied the seat next to the blue haired one, looked younger, slightly lost. His wide brown eyes didn’t seem to match the edge of his deep black mullet and face piercings. The blonde one let out a low whistle, and shook his head in disapproval.

“I guess that’s what happens when you spend too much time in the sun…what a shame.” he tsked, staring in the direction of your now-laughing professor as she walked away with her colleague.

“I’m sorry?” you ask, furrowing your eyebrows at the unprovoked comment.

He looks back down at you, and you meet his eyes for the first time. He looks like somebody you would want to trust. Want to. He shakes his head again, but this time more rapidly. “Oh! God, i’m not talking about you, dear. Not at all. Don’t worry.” he explained, “I was talking about that woman that just walked away. I mean,” he scoffed, “You can take the woman out of the sun, but..”

His backtracking incited a quiet snicker from the black haired guy, but the blue haired one just rolled his eyes. “Namjoon, that’s rude. Why do you have to say things like that?” he complained, shaking his head at his friend. The blonde one, presumably Namjoon, gave the blue haired guy a look that screamed ‘seriously?’, and seemed to move on.

“So you’re smart?” the black haired boy chirped, looking eagerly in your direction as he stuck his head past his friend. Before you could answer, Namjoon spoke up again. “of course she is, Jungkook. Everybody here is smart. You don’t get invited to dean’s luncheons if you’re not.”

The blue haired boy scoffs again. “Clearly not everybody.” he quipped, rolling his eyes. “You weren’t even invited to this thing, you snuck in here to steal the food and hit on girls. Don’t even try to deny it.” the black haired guy, clearly upset at being given away, retracted back into his seat, looking like a kicked puppy. Namjoon gave a short laugh. He put his hand on the back of your chair, and leaned down closer to you, so that he was speaking just above your ear. “Just think. This is what I deal with, all day, every day. Isn’t that a shame, darling?”

Darling? How weird! You’ve known these people for maybe five minutes? You responded with a half-smile and a nod, praying that they would get the message and leave you the hell alone. The luncheon would be coming to a close soon, and it felt like you had a to-do list a mile long. All you wanted to do was get out of here and move on with your day.

Standing back up, he smiled cheekily at you. He was definitely trying something. You shifted in your seat, stretching your arms slightly, hoping to make obvious your disinterest and be set free from the bizarre conversation you found yourself a part of. Namjoon didn’t miss it. “So…” he started, but paused, as he waited expectantly for you to introduce yourself.

“[Name].”

“[Name]. So, [name], are you busy tonight? You have any plans?”

You shook your head. “not really, but—”

“—Oh, good! You’ll come to our party, then. Right? You’ll come out and have a good time?”

You furrowed your eyebrows, looking at namjoon and the blue haired boy. The black haired boy was still there, but he was too engaged in eating a bowl of soup out of an intricate ceramic bowl to participate in the conversation. “I don’t think so, i’ve got homewo—”

“—Don’t be difficult, [n/n]. If you’re at this luncheon thing, and if you’re not Jungkook, then your grades are good enough for you to miss one night of academics. Come on, we’re friends! Don’t make us sad.” the blue haired boy coaxed, his uncanny gaze boring into your own baffled one.

You shook your head again. “Seriously, I shouldn’t. I have other things to do tonight. Really.” namjoon scoffed, and leaned back down to look at you. “[Name]. You’re telling me, that you’re going to reject a night out with your friends, and deny good drinks, and good music, and good memories, so you can stay in your stuffy little dorm, fold clothes, and read about molecules? During the prime of your life?” he said sardonically, barely holding back his smirk as he spoke.

Something inside of you changed, just for a minute, but it was strong enough to make you cave. Inhaling deeply, you gave in. “fine. I’ll think about it.” you said, feeling slightly gutless at how easily he got you to give in. How did that even happen? Namjoon didn’t seem to care, though, and neither did the blue haired one. They both beamed happily at you. “See? That’s all we wanted.” the blue haired one said, as if it were the easiest thing on earth.

“Well, Taehyung, we should probably get out of [name]’s hair. I’d tell Jungkook too, but I don’t think he even knows we’re here anymore. But we wouldn’t want our new friend to get sick of us already, would we?” he asked his friend. Namjoon, Taehyung, and Jungkook. The calm one, the sassy one, and the one that gorged himself on bread rolls for ten minutes.

“Can’t wait to see you later, darling.” Namjoon said happily, wrapping his arm around you for a brief moment before departing from his spot. “see you soon, [n/n]!” Taehyung beamed as he got up. Jungkook, the last to notice his friends leaving, put down his napkin and gave you a smile — well, the best one he could give with his mouth full of bread — and ran to join his friends. And then, they were gone.

What the hell?

“I Don’t know, Lyd,” you said into the phone, “I just don’t really want to go. I’m a busy person.” Lydia sighed again, for what seemed like the hundredth time in fifteen minutes. “[Name], I don’t know how I’m the only one who sees how great this is. I mean,” she pauses; you hear her shifting around in her seat, “some handsome guys come and ask you to party with them, they call you darling, come on! What is there not to like?!” she exclaims.

You sigh. “it was just weird. Like-” you hesitate, unsure of how to explain your thoughts, “yeah, they asked, but like, they did it in a way that would have made it weird if I had kept saying no. You know?”

“I get what you’re saying, [n/n], but I think you’re reading too deep into it. The main point here is that you were personally invited by some handsome guys to a party tonight. Do you know the things that other girls would do for this? Do you know the things I would do for this? You’re a lucky girl, [name].”

Maybe she’s right. “I guess it’s not the worst idea.” you admit. “See! That’s the spirit. 20 years from now, you’ll be so glad you went out and enjoyed your youth.” Lydia said. You could hear her get up and start walking around. “It’s gonna be great. You can wear that new top you got, we’re gonna look amazing, and we’re gonna have an amazing time. And you’ve got me all excited, so don’t even think about backing out now!” she exclaimed.

You chuckled at her excitement. “Alright, fine. But you can’t leave me this time, you got that? Or else I’ll have your head.” you warned, shuddering at the several times Lydia had left you hanging for over an hour after she had gotten drunk and wandered off. “ma’am, yes ma’am!” she said, before giving a jubilant cheer and hanging up the phone.

Well, it’s set now. Your plans of room chores and food delivery were foiled. You tried to be excited, (but, how sad could you really be about missing out on laundry?) But something deep within you nagged at your gut, a part of you that you had only met a handful of times, and somehow it was always in the most precarious moments.

Things could only go so bad…right?

[chiropteracupola]

Make me a boat of elm and I’ll row myself to sea / Soon I’d miss the anchor that never let me leave / Thinking on my darling, lonesome at the helm / Oh, make me a boat of elm, a boat of elm...

my half of an art trade with the amazing @emilybeemartin — here's Colm, from her trilogy Creatures of Light! ...from longstanding tradition, we know full well that I will always be found drawing the most melancholic boatsguy you have on hand.