pounding surf

There are creatures which have evolved to live in coral reefs and simply could not survive in the rough, tooth-filled wastes of the open sea. They continue to exist by lurking among the dangerous tentacles of the sea anemone or around the lips of the giant clam and other perilous crevices shunned by all sensible fish.
A university is very much like a coral reef. It provides calm waters and food particles for delicate yet marvellously constructed organisms that could not possibly survive in the pounding surf of reality, where people ask questions like ‘Is what you do of any use?’ and other nonsense. 

– on universities | Terry Pratchett, Ian Stewart, and Jack Cohen, The Science of Discworld

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For your 'a softer world' ask meme, could I request either 6 or 40 for Vaxleth?

I laugh along but inside I know that it’s true: Being in love is totally punk rock. (quiet kisses are so hardcore)

vaxleth. 2.1K. modern au. fluff n shit.

“He’s in a what?” asks Percy as Keyleth brushes her hair out of her face and frowns at the paperwork on the counter.

“A band.” She’s pretty sure she’s missing a zero somewhere in there.

“A band,” Percy echoes.

Keyleth hums an affirmative. Yes, she definitely messed up the math. Subtract by ten and carry the… No, hang on, that’s not right.

“I don’t believe it.”

“Plenty of people are in bands, Percy,” Keyleth says patiently, because he’s funny about things like that sometimes.

“No, not–– I know that, Keyleth.”

“Well then what’s so surprising?” Oh, yes, there, she forgot to multiply. Easy mistake to make, just fix that and––

“I can’t believe you’re going on a date with someone you just met.”

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all will not be as it was (but it will be true) - chapter one
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

relationship: nyx ulric/lunafreya nox fleuret
summary: nyx cuts a deal with the lucii: his life in exchange for the fulfillment of his promise to see luna safely to altissa. two weeks on the empty road with an army closing in around them as the world falls to pieces he can manage. two weeks with lunafreya, heart open and bloody and hers, well. it’s almost more than he can take.
notes: an everybody-lives fix it fic with the roadtrip we deserved, lots of pining, and something in the shape of a happy ending. chapter one of six.

“We will grant you our light. But know it will set when the sun rises, and the price for it will be your life.”

A worthy trade, he thinks through the pain and exhaustion; to give hope to others he need keep none for himself. What’s one man compared to the future of a world?

He is ready to sign, to swear his life away; the words rest at the tip of his tongue. And then––

“No.” The voice of King Regis interrupts his easy agreement, ponderously slow and low enough to echo in his bones. “I have given this one a task.”

“He fulfills it.”

“Not yet.”

“You are young to challenge us.”

“Actually,” Nyx grunts out, reaching for the fraying rope of hope; whether to save himself or hang himself he does not know, “maybe you should listen to the new guy.”

The kings rumble their disapproval, but if he cared for their approval he wouldn’t be here cursing them for their uselessness, their apathy. The giants around him shift; he gets the sense he’s missing out on some sort of argument. He stifles a comment about wasting time. He’s said his piece; he’ll pay whatever he must to keep her safe. To give someone out there the chance for a brighter dawn.

After what feels like an eternity––it cannot be more than a handful of seconds, but time is strange in this in-between place––the Lucii speak, sound washing over him like the pounding surf.

“Very well. Our gift shall hold until daybreak. As for you life, you may keep it so long as you keep your duty.”

Nyx grins, bloody and crooked and victorious around the pain. “A bargain. Great. Where do I sign?”

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Hey I’m new to the neotag so please like or reblog this so I can find people to follow ^-^ I follow from my main.

On Neo I love customising and pound surfing, and gallery making! My fave pet is Coconut JubJub, which I currently have two!

How should you be? You should be like a rocky promontory against which the restless surf continually pounds. It stands fast while the churning sea is lulled to sleep at its feet. I hear you say, ‘How unlucky that this should happen to me.’ But not at all. Perhaps say instead, ‘How lucky I am that I am not broken by what has happened and I’m not afraid of what is about to happen.’ For the same blow might have struck anyone, but not many who would have absorbed it without capitulation or complaint.
—  Marcus Aurelius – Meditations
Towards the Sun- Chapter Five

by @notthistimespock and myself

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Six  FF.net Link

What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

Black churning surf pounded against the shoreline beside them, sending a spray of salty mist up into the early morning haze of the air. Two figures faced one another on the edge of the infinite, lightless ocean, one towering over the other, raw savage power emanating from him like a primal force of nature.

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fic: Nothing Sweeter Than My Baby (Olicity, Rated M)

Nothing Sweeter Than My Baby (1726 words) by callistawolf
Arrow (TV 2012)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak
Characters: Oliver Queen, Felicity Smoak
Additional Tags: Hand Jobs, shower smut, Fluff and Smut
Series: Part 2 of Porsches and Sunsets: Road Trip Fics

Summary: It’s Oliver’s birthday, which he’s forgotten but Felicity hasn’t. She has a present for him when they wake up on the third morning of their road trip together.

Author’s Note: Happy 30th Birthday, Oliver Queen! It makes me so happy to realize he’s finally getting a decent birthday this year and that he’s celebrating it with none other than Felicity Smoak.

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Oliver woke up to the sound of surf pounding on rocks.  He could feel the breeze from the open windows blowing across his face, cooling the room that was already warmed from the steadily rising sun.  He was still getting used to the warm wash of contentment that flooded him each time he woke up with her at his side.  There was something more today, something niggling at the back of his mind but he was still too fuzzy with sleep to pin it down.  

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