glowing plankton

On this night, several glows were evident – some near, but some far. The foreground glimmers blue with the light of bioluminescent plankton. Next out, Earth’s atmosphere dims the horizon and provides a few opaque clouds. Farther out, the planet Venus glows bright near the image center. Farthest away, rising diagonally, is the central band of our Milky Way Galaxy. Most of the billions of Milky Way stars and dark clouds are thousands of light years away. 

The image was taken last November on the Iranian coast of Gulf of Oman.

Image Credit & Copyright: Taha Ghouchkanlu

magic is a peculiar thing. you can’t just go out and look for it, expecting to find it around the next corner. yet, sometimes it’s just there to hit you right in the face, drags away the ground under your feet and leaves you tumbling, breathlessly, in a state of short-term enlightenment. it’s in these moments, that you feel smaller than ever, grasping only the slightest edge of the universe’s sheer size and the power of life itself.
—  something i wrote after swimming in the sea surrounded by glowing plankton under an amazing starry sky
jimin scenario | tides take me

Originally posted by yyoongix

prompt: We’re both descended from feuding supernatural families, and to stop the centuries of fighting you and I are arranged to be married.

pairing: siren jimin x mermaid reader

requested by anon | 1.5k words | fluff


Life is like the tides. It pulls you one way, pushes you back another – you can either fight against it, or swim with it.

It was the tides that brought Jimin to you, thrusting him into your life at the age of eight.

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Someone on deviantart suggested a day/night cycle on AJ with glowing blue plankton in crystal sands at night so I thought I’d edit it

honestly I think this would be something really cool, AJHQ get on it

title Fishing (½)
summary Seashell bras are so impractical. Whose idea was this?
pairing sasusaku

The sea was the color of gunmetal. The choppy waves bashed against the shore. 

“Shit. I’m not going out in that.”

“Me either. Pass me another beer?" 

Someone dug into the cooler. Water dripped off the sides of the can as it changed hands.

"Only a crazy person would go in when it’s like this.”

As the words left his mouth, someone ran past them. Arms pumping at her sides. Wind whipping her hair around as she sprinted to the edge of the cliff.

“HEY! LADY! STOP!”

She dove. Slicing a clean arc through the air. Eyes squeezing shut as she plunged into the water. 

“Fuck! Should I call an ambulance?”

“No! Wait! I think I see her.”

They peeked over the edge of the cliff. Just in time to see her head break the surface of the water. She bobbed in the waves, rocked back and forth. Before they could call out to her, she waved her hand at them. And then she slipped beneath the surface. A strange glimmer flickering in the water for just a few seconds. 

“Was that…?”

“…Gimme another beer.”

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The Audience

Here’s for the things that makes you happy.
That glowing plankton on the shoreline
A field filled with tiny yellow petals
Coffee with a hint of orange and loads of ice
Isn’t these one of the things that motivate you?
Want to hoard them all up and tuck them in your pocket
Saving it for the times you are not that okay.

The things that makes you happy.

I made a list and it is now quite long.
How and where to find a smile?
What to do with a broken lamp?
Or a shattered heart?
Where the last cookie had gone?

Where did everyone go?

hardasstein  asked:

So, I had this super cute idea for a fic with Shark!Joot, with like a night date and Jotaro tells Kak to come late a night once and when he does, Kal shows up all sleepy but then Jotaro splashes around and shows off the glowing plankton that glow when he moves and it blows Kak's mind. Do you mind if I write it?

that sounds super adorable! yEAH YEAH OFC GO FOR IT!!! <3

trulymightypotato  asked:

So I did a bit of research by myself, but I was wondering if there is there a bioluminescent sea creature that you recommend using as a light bulb for an underwater people in a sort of Pacific Ocean area? It doesn't have to stay lit for hours, but at least for minutes (if its enclosure is tapped or shaken?) What kind of needs would it have (because being nice to organic light bulbs is always good)?

Hi there!

I actually have a really cool answer for this one, but it’s no fish or animal that needs shaking up here!

I present  Noctiluca scintillans! Noctiluca scintillans is a type of bioluminscent plankton that has popped up in several places all over th world’s coast pretty recently! As you can see, activity in the water makes this plankton glow bright blue! A concentrated amount of this stuff in a bottle with a bit of air and you’d have a pretty long lasting night light or in your case, flashlight!

However, I’m fairly certain I’ve read reports of this stuff being toxic to marine life, so any bottle, vial, or jar that holds this stuff would need to be sealed pretty wel to prevent a toxic leak! As a Phytoplankton, these guys produce their own food as long as they are exposed to light, so it would be pretty self-sustainable for quite a long time!

I hope this helps!

Good luck!

Photo by Joanne Paquette

[Echo] (a supernatural x danny phantom crossover)

for mabel-but-slytherin​ Here’s everything I could get done on your bday haha. A finished and actually named version will go up on fanfiction as soon as I can get it edited with reconciled povs…

Danny, Sam and Dean W. ~4k. K+


They’d seen some freaky stuff in their day. Reanimated corpses that were decayed enough that they could have started the skeleton war, people who had been torn to shreds around an inexplicably intact appendix, the one guy with the third shoulder blade out in Iowa…

But the house that they were looking at now just might take the cake. Dean weren’t even sure it could be classified as a house, what with the rusting debris hanging from the top two stories. Sam had eyed it warily while he had knelt to pick the lock– locks– in record time in case the stuff felt like dislodging and dumping the equivalent of a car or two on the top of their heads.

Things only got weirder once they were inside. The first few rooms they slowly walked through looked fairly normal, actually. Carpeted floors, a couple couches, what would have passed for a nice TV back in 2004. Nothing in sight to justify the handgun loaded with cold iron that Dean held in front of him except for years of training– never break into anyone’s house unarmed, even if it has clearly been abandoned for years– and the prickle zinging up his spine.
Sam’s shoulders were stiff too, though, and he moved behind him slowly, almost reverently, trying not to disturb the dust or the silence. 

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Dance of Life

I cannot escape the moon. Its soft beams push aside the curtains at night. I don’t even have to see it—a cool blue energy falls across my bed and I am up. I race down the dark hall and swing open the door, not to leave home but to go back to it. “Moon, I’m here!” I shout.

“Good.” she replies. “Now give us a little dance.”

But my body has started moving long before she says anything. When did it start? I can’t remember — my body has always been moving. Since childhood I have reacted to the moon this way, as her favorite lunatic, and not just hers. The stars draw me near, close enough so that I see through their twinkling act. They’re dancing, too, doing a soft molecular jiggle that makes my atoms jump in time.

With my arms flung wide, I head for the sea, which brings out another dance in me. Moon dancing is slow inside, and soft as blue shadows on the lawn. When the surf booms, I hear the heart of the earth, and the tempo picks up. I feel the dolphins leaping in the white foam, trying to fly, and almost flying when the waves curl high to the heavens. Their tails leave arcs of light as plankton glow in the waves. A school of minnows rises up, flashing silver in the moonlight like a new constellation.

“Ah!” the sea says. “Now we’re gathering a crowd.”

I run along the beach, catching waves with one foot and dodging them with the other. I hear faint popping sounds—a hundred panicky sand crabs are ducking into their holes, just in case. But I’m racing now, sometimes on my toes, sometimes running flat-out. I throw my head back and a swirling nebula says, “Fast now, twirl!”

Grinning, ducking my head for balance, I start to spin as wildly as I can. This is my favorite dance, because it contains a secret. The faster I twirl, the more I am still inside. My dance is all motion without, all silence within. As much as I love to make music, it’s the unheard music that never dies. And silence is my real dance, though it never moves. It stands aside, my choreographer of grace, and blesses each finger and toe.

I have forgotten the moon now and the sea and the dolphins, but I am in their joy more than ever. As far away as a star, as near as a grain of sand, the presence rises, shimmering with light. I could be in it forever, it is so loving and warm. But touch it once, and light shoots forth from the stillness. It quivers and thrills me, and I know my fate is to show others that this silence, this light, this blessing is my dance. I take this gift only to give it again.

“Quick, give!” says the light.

As never before, I try to obey, inventing new steps, new gestures of joy. All at once I sense where I am, running back up the hill. The light in my bedroom is on. Seeing it brings me back down, I begin to feel my pounding heart, the drowsiness in my arms, the warm blood in my legs. My cells want to dance slower. “Can we walk a little?” they ask. “It’s been kind of wild.”

“Sure.” I laugh, slowing to an easy amble.

I turn the doorknob, panting lightly, glad to be tired. Crawling back into bed, I remember something that I always wonder at. They say some of the stars that we see overhead aren’t really there. Their light takes millions of years to reach us, and all we are doing is looking into the past, to a bygone moment when those stars could still shine.

“So what does a star do after it quits shining?” I ask myself. “Maybe it dies.”

“Oh no,” a voice in my head says. “A star can never die. It just turns into a smile and melts back into the cosmic music, the dance of life.” I like that thought, the last one I have before my eyes close. With a smile, I melt back into the music myself.

(Excerpt taken from Michael Jackson’s Dancing the Dream.)

~Come and see, the Moon is dancing~

Koh Rong - Cambodia

Koh Rong is located 25km from the popular sea side town of Sihanoukville. Its main attraction is its pristine, white sandy beaches that front onto the gulf of Thailand. Small guest houses and beach bungalows are the main form of accommodation along the beach front, while hilltop resorts are found further inland, looking out onto the ocean. 

Most of Koh Rong remains untouched from development and has very little light pollution. This creates the perfect conditions for visitors to see Phosphorescent Plankton, that glow in the dark on the shoreline at night. 

Moonlight Stroll

Hello damicolin tag, I come bearing fic. This is inspired by this lovely art of merboy Damian by the very talented nevolition

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When he gets to their usual meeting place by the giant boulder, Colin is already there.  A faint whisper of a smile, gentle and contained as if he was afraid smiling too big would get them discovered, is barely visible in the weak light of the caged flame he holds up by his face when Damian’s head bobs above the surface a few feet away from shore. He waves. 

Damian pushes forward, further towards the stretch of uncovered sand waiting for the tide to come back and bury it, until there was barely enough water to swim in and stops, curling his tail under him so he could sit. He unties the cage of luminescent plankton tied to his tail and holds it up above his head, gesturing with his other hand for Colin to put out his light.

Colin obeys immediately and Damian watches his silhouette rise. He slings a satchel over his shoulder and quickly makes his way to where Damian is. His tiny smile looks lovelier in the cool, softer blue glow of the plankton.  

“Hello,” he greets.

“Evening. You’re here early.” Damian replies

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The nuclear furnace and the chemistry of life

The lights of the starry spiral arm of our galaxy are seemingly reflected in the glowing plankton agitated by the crashing marine waves in a mutual glow of beautiful light. The power sources are somewhat different, the lights in the sky being fuelled by nuclear fusion (in which two lighter elements are joined into a heavier one, usually hydrogen into helium), while those in the water are powered by the chemical reactions of bioluminescence, in which reactions are used to excite electrons so that they emit light.

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Image credit: Laurent Laveder