sand piles

It’s strange how your childhood sort of feels like forever. Then suddenly you’re sixteen and the world becomes an hourglass and you’re watching the sand pile up at the wrong end. And you’re thinking of how when you were just a kid, your heartbeat was like a kick drum at a rock show, and now it’s just a time bomb ticking out. And it’s sad. And you want to forget about dying. But mostly you just want to forget about saying goodbye.
—  Beau Taplin
  • Party, aggressively standing in the desert: I AM THE ZONE GUARDIAN. GUARDIAN OF THE ZONES
  • Ghoul, holding his arms out and presenting party poison as BLI cars approach: BLI QUIVERS BEFORE HIM
  • Party, throwing piles of sand at the cars: FUCK OOOOFFFFFFFFF
Abandoned Uranium Mines - Utah & Arizona

Just a few abandoned Uranium Mines. When people ask me how I got radiated if you look at the second pic it was on a sand pile like that in the middle that was comfortable and I fell asleep on it. 

It’s strange how your childhood sort of feels like forever. Then suddenly you’re sixteen and the world becomes an hourglass and you’re watching the sand pile up at the wrong end. And you’re thinking of how when you were just a kid, your heartbeat was like a kick drum at a rock show, and now it’s just a time bomb ticking out. And it’s sad. And you want to forget about dying. But mostly you just want to forget about saying goodbye.
—  Beau Taplin
Birthday Boy - Meanie (Mingyu and Wonwoo) Poly!AU

Originally posted by euphoniouswoozi

Request: Hi can I request some fluffy poly!meanie pls? I love your writing style, and literally read your posts everyday 💕

Word Count: 1128

Genre: Fluff

Member/Group: Mingyu and Wonwoo of SEVENTEEN

Summary: For the past few weeks, you and Wonwoo seem to be leaving Mingyu out of everything. He’s going to get to the bottom of this, no matter what if takes.


 “Jagi~ Wake up~” Wonwoo cooed from the corner of the bed, almost like he was trying to draw a small animal out of its home. “If you want to have time to finish all the party planning before Mingyu gets home, we need to start now.” 

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Darling, stand straight
you are not weak
hold yourself up
rise like mountains
scream until the clouds burst
don’t let anyone think you are anything less
than godly

but pick your battles wisely
let the little injustices slip
through your fingers like sand
piling into beaches
keep yourself quiet
keep yourself folded

why can’t we pick
our daughters are force fed enough rules
that tie their hands behind their backs
with sheer sickening contradiction
they are choking
they are drowning

how long has it been
since I rolled up my sleeves
and curled up my fists
since I strapped up a suit of armor
and brandished my sword

I choose this fight
—  A.O.A.M. || Pick Your Battles
Ancient Oceans

Jhin had always hated the ocean, it had been that way since he was a young boy. His hatred for the ocean grew as it stole away more things from him, whether they be simple material goods or emotional bonds that could never be returned.

His hatred had brought him back to the coastline of his jagged home, where he sat like a child; digging in the wet send furiously, as if he was in search of something that simply did not exist.

After an hour or so of senseless and fruitless digging, the man hopped to his feet and kicked a large pile of sand into the ocean. He pulled his notorious, sluggish pistol and fired a shot into the vast sea, as if he was cursing the water through actions, and not through voice.

His anger faded and he soon composed himself, or at least made an attempt. He had taken his signature mask off to try and get some fresh air, something he typically avoided, but the day was bright and the air was unusually clean. Typically, he thought, the sea poisoned the air.

@ladyoftides

Douchebags put their volleyball court on our beach.

When my two sisters and I were kids our mom would take us to the same spot in Florida every year. Families could rent a house on the beach for a week, and each house had its own boardwalk out to the beach and a little designated beach area. It mainly consisted of families with little kids like us, but you would get the occasional group of college students.

I was probably around 7 the year we got a house directly next to these bros who were really obnoxious. They immediately came and set up their volleyball court right on our part of the beach directly in front of our boardwalk. My sisters and I were having none of it and woke up before the sun to get them the f*ck off our beach.

We dug a massive hole in the middle of their volleyball court and carried buckets of the sand about thirty feet away so they couldn’t refill it easily. The next day they moved it and we made a turtle out of our pile of sand.