sand scoop

Wind up Luther

‘The Goldsmith tasked with the creation of a commissioned Wind-Up, was concerned about the doll being too top heavy and constantly falling on his face. Eventually she came with the solution of filling the boots with sand she scooped up from right outside the gates of the city to keep the doll sturdy. She reasoned that he looked like the kind of guy with constant sand in his shoes…’

Happy birthday @sharpe-vision XD

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Beach Watch

Title: Beach Watch

Characters: Dean and Reader

Word Count: 1,060

Warning: Just some much needed fluff

A/N: This is for @uttertrash–butlikecutetrash and for everyone else who wants some fluffy Dean. Summer can’t come soon enough! Enjoy!!



“Dean! Come on! We didn’t go all this way for you to mope in the car.”

When Dean didn’t get out you went to his side, opened the door, and tried to drag him out.

“Come on dude. You’re gonna love it!”

“Yeah, I doubt it. Just gonna get sand everywhere.”

“Yeah,” you laughed turning towards the water and squinting your eyes in the sun. “Take off your shoes and enjoy the beach!”

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I've been disconnected from tumblr for soooo long...

So, what’s crackn’ lack'n? …. (face palm) Mano, me quedó bien charro. (Clears throat) What’s new? Need updates from Mysme and SLBP smut. What have I missed?!

Originally posted by animeadventures

anonymous asked:

HOW do you do what you do? like how do you take your thoughts and make a drawing out of it... I don't understand at all, but i'm fascinated

like digging in sand, I scoop and dig and claw away at my own self-hatred with my bare hands and I keep going even when the sand seems to keep falling right back in cause I know one day I’m gonna dig deep enough to where the sand falling in won’t make a difference to how big and beautiful of a structure i’m making 

(hope that makes sense) 

thank you for witnessing 

A Little Something About Gestures

Ugh. I’m not going to lie, I really didn’t like this when I started writing it but I loved the idea of it, so I was determined to make something of it. I don’t know how many times I wrote, deleted, and started this story over. Plus I had some technical difficulties… With that being said, I’m actually really happy with how this panned out. And I hope you enjoy it as much as I (eventually) enjoyed writing it. 

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If there was one attribute that Harry Styles was known for, it was his gestures. Whether they were kind and caring or downright cheeky, he’d never hesitate to make someone’s day a little bit brighter. Make your day brighter is just what he did.

It started when you were eleven. You and your parents often had to change addresses due to your parent’s jobs; there was one year where you had to change schools three times. When you turned eleven, both of your parents had been offered long term jobs in Manchester. Because of all of the moving you’d done in the past, they wanted to move somewhere away from the hustle and bustle of a city and settle down where there were kids your own age that you could play with and hopefully start friendships that would last a lifetime.

You ended up in Cheshire in a little town called Holmes Chapel. Your next door neighbors didn’t hesitate to welcome you to the neighborhood and you quickly learned the girl next door, Gemma, was your age and she’d be in your class at school. Thus began your friendship with Gemma Styles. Except Gemma had a little brother that liked to follow you. Everywhere.

Most days when you and Gemma had made arrangements to have a play date, Harry weaved his way into those plans. If you went to the park, Harry wanted to push you on the swings; if you went down the slide, Harry was right there behind you; if you played in the sandbox, he’d be scooping up sand from a different corner to add to your pile.

Sometimes you’d have sleepovers and the three of you would make the biggest fort you possibly could, using every blanket and pillow in sight. You’d watch movies and snack on popcorn. Harry would laugh at all of the parts you laughed at and he shared his popcorn with you even though you had plenty of your own. If you slept over at his house, he’d always help Anne make breakfast and he’d always make sure your waffle had the most strawberries and blueberries.

That was how the duration of your summer went and you were ecstatic that you finally had a friend, two of them nonetheless, and a good one at that.

Throughout the duration of your teenage years, you, Gemma, and Harry spent a lot of time together. If your schedules allowed, you’d go on little road trips just to see what you could see or you’d head up to Manchester for a night on the town, or sometimes you took the train down to London to go to a concert at the O2. Wherever you went, Harry always sat next you and even though Gemma thought it was disgusting that her brother was flirting with her best friend, she also grew somewhat fond of the idea of the two of you becoming an item. Besides, it wasn’t like you didn’t know him and Gemma was setting you up on a blind date that would end horrendously.

When you were nineteen, Harry auditioned for the X Factor. Although he knew his mum and Gemma would be there to support him, the only person he needed there was you; you promised him you’d be there, you wouldn’t have missed it for the world.

Keeping in contact with him could be quite the challenge sometimes. Even though you were attending uni in London and Gemma was your roommate, band obligations took over his day and you were lucky if he dropped by once a week just for dinner or to watch a movie. But on the nights he did drop by, he’d always offer to help with dinner because he knew whatever you were preparing would be better than anything he could make and it gave him a chance to learn, and to learn from you, to say the least.

There was one night when he came over just before the show wrapped up for the season. Gemma could tell Harry wasn’t himself when she talked to him earlier that day and when she told him she’d be out for the night he practically begged her not to go; he needed her. At first, Gemma hadn’t mentioned that you’d be staying in that night. But when he found out, he’d all but hung up on Gemma and hailed the next taxi he could see to get to your flat. Gemma had informed you of Harry’s slight meltdown on the phone and you tried to think of what was going on that he’d need you for.

To put it lightly, Harry was overwhelmed. You’d never seen him cry until that night. He’d admitted his fears to you, saying that he didn’t know if he could do this, he didn’t know if he was good enough, and he didn’t want to disappoint anyone. You could feel your heart break as he confessed his worries. He was wise beyond his years and you had all the confidence in the world in him.

When he had calmed himself down, he apologized. He was embarrassed to say the least. But he had one more confession he had to get off of his chest.

“If I’m being honest, I’m actually really glad it was you who was here tonight and not Gemma.” He stared down at his cup of tea.

“Really? Why?”

“Because… Because…you feel like home.”

If his earlier confessions had broken your heart, his latest one had just put it back together and in that moment you realized something. Factoring in your own childhood and all the moving you did and all of the adjustments you had to make, sometimes you just needed a little home away from home. And Harry was your home away from home just as much as you were his. After all, he was only sixteen and stepping into stardom; if it was you, you’d want a little piece of home too.

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A World of Gold

I asked for Leagues and Legends fic prompts, and @lulla-lunekjaer said: “how Cassandra got to the desert/what she did there”

Spoilers for Remember the Dust from the get-go.                             


I brought Sam back because I knew that when everything fell to pieces he was the only one who was going to be on your side.

She could have killed him for that, for loving her enough to think she was worth Sam risking his precious self, but Thorne beat her to it. She stared impassively at the body, because she could see Thorne looking for a reaction and she’d be damned if she’d give him one other than bored disinterest and dignity, and thought ‘you were wrong, even he wasn’t on my side.’

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I’m Still Not Cute

Yes, a part 3. There will be a part 4 and then it will be finished. There were just so many things on this trip that brought these situations to mind. Hope you enjoy! 

Part 1 | Part 2

Summary: After a Busan vacation, will Yoongi want to snuggle on the train?
Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Reader/Suga
Words ~1,400

Originally posted by eatjin


“No,” Yoongi said to you, his eyes still closed, his head resting on the seat of the KTX train.

The trip had been amazing so far. Busan was beautiful this time of year. The days had been sunny and warm, but not too hot. The nights had been breezy, but not too cold. It didn’t hint at rain once.

The one day you all spent at the beach, Taehyung and his girlfriend had splashed each other in the waves, Tae taking every opportunity to trip and dunk her under the water. She tried to get mad, but her laughter gave her away. You watched from under an umbrella, lying on a blanket next to your own boyfriend, Yoongi.

He was passed out, his sunglasses covering his eyes, but you were okay with that. You had no desire to go in the water, not relishing the thought of washing the sea out of your hair later. You had your book and your boyfriend, even if he was snoring quietly next to you. He had spent a good five minutes rubbing suntan lotion on your shoulders earlier, so you were content.

Tae and his girlfriend stumbled back from the water, flopping in the sand nearby where their towels were. Tae wrapped her towel around her, rubbing it on her hair, getting sand everywhere. She squealed and tried to stop him, and they ended up in a heap at your feet, a giggling mess. Sand splashed up and covered Yoongi’s foot, but he was still snoring away. The boy could sleep through a hurricane.

Tae noticed that Yoongi didn’t stir. He covered Yoongi’s foot with more sand; still no response. He whispered something to his girlfriend and, still giggling, they began shoveling more sand over Yoongi’s feet…then legs.

“What are you-“ you started to ask but you were cut off by Tae’s sharp,

“Shhp!”

They were trying to bury Yoongi in the sand, while he was sleeping. “You’re gonna get the blanket dirty,” you whisper-complained, but found yourself scooting over and scooping some sand onto your boyfriend’s arm.

He snored through the whole process. At some point, you lost your apprehension and the challenge became fun. How to bury someone while they were still asleep…just make sure they were really tired and could sleep through everything. With a smile, you scooped the last bit of sand up over his chest.

Taehyung, satisfied with his mischief, took his girlfriend to work on a sand castle nearby. You tried to focus on your book, but you kept looking at your boyfriend, buried up to his neck, and giggling. Served him right for sleeping through the first part of the vacation.

You knew the moment he woke up, because his snores got louder and turned into a “What the hell…” You looked over and saw him look down at his sand covered body through the sunglasses. You couldn’t hide your snort of amusement at the expression on his face. He wiggled one arm free to take the sunglasses off his face. You recognized his frown of disapproval before his gaze wandered over and rested on Tae and his girlfriend. Disapproval turned to irritation.

“That kid,” he muttered under his breath. You saw him start to shake free of his sand casing and covered your mouth to keep from laughing aloud. You watched him stand and march over toward Tae, sand still falling off Yoongi’s shoulders when he reached the two of them. You couldn’t make out what he said, but in the end, it finished with Yoongi’s foot in the middle of their sandcastle, Tae laying on his side in a fetal position from laughter, and his girlfriend pouting up at your boyfriend for destroying their creation. You couldn’t contain your own laughter at the sight. It was a memory burned for eternity in your mind.

Yoongi wasn’t actually mad; he was completely chill for the rest of the time. The vacation was a blast. All four of you laughed, ate, danced, and sang at appropriate times. It felt like an actual break from life, where you didn’t have to worry about anything, and everyone was just happy to be. By the time you were getting on the train to go back to Seoul, you were wiped out tired, ready to sleep the whole time.

Tae and his girlfriend were across the aisle from Yoongi and you. Due to a loss at a wicked game of rock, paper, scissors, Taehyung had a strawberry curler in his bangs; he had to leave it there for the whole KTX ride.  Despite that, when the train started, Tae and his girlfriend were sharing ear buds, lip syncing and dancing along with whatever music was playing. They were cute, and having a good time.

You were in the window seat, Yoongi in the aisle seat. His head was leaned back, his eyes closed, his mouth slightly agape with sleep. You noticed the earbud in his closest ear had fallen out and was resting on his shoulder. You looked past him at the two fools doing Twice’s TT dance together and felt the need to vomit. It was sickeningly cute.

Then you looked at Yoongi’s exposed ear. It did kind of look like fun though. You took your one earbud out and slowly inched it toward your boyfriend’s ear. You were moving slow enough that you might have the chance to back out, but you really wanted to share earbuds like those two across the way.

The second you got the earbud in his ear, you smiled. His eyes shot open and he turned to look at you as though you had lost your mind. “What are you doing?”

“We’re sharing music,” you grinned. You pointed across the aisle at your two friends. “It’s fun.”

Yoongi turned to look at them, before turning to look at you. “They look like idiots.”

“Don’t they always?”

“Yes,” he said, leaning his head back again. “Which is why I don’t understand why you have the sudden need to be like them every once in a while.”

You pouted, even though his eyes were closed. “They’re cute.”

“I’ve told you about cute,” Yoongi said. “Still not doing it.” He popped the earbud out of his ear and held it out for you to take. “And really? Astro? You had to put Astro in my head?”

“You know I love them,” you poked his shoulder with your finger.

“I know,” he replied, before putting his own ear bud back in his ear. “Good night.”

With a shake of your head, you turned to look out the window, wondering why you ever put up with his grumpy ass when you asked so little in return.

A while later, you turned again to see what Tae and his girlfriend were up to now. He was sitting in his seat, head back, curler bobbing on his forehead, passed out cold. She was curled up sideways, her head in his lap, sleeping with his coat around her and his hand on her arm. It was the cutest thing you had seen the whole trip.

You looked at your boyfriend, also asleep. His hands were folded in his otherwise empty lap. You could totally lie there. It would be totally ok. You looked over at Tae and his girlfriend one more time to make sure to get the positioning right. You shifted in your seat, and that was when you heard it.

“No, “ Yoongi said to you, his eyes still closed.

You exhaled loud enough for him to hear. He opened one eye to look at you. “Really?” he asked.

You nodded, your bottom lip coming out to pout a little. “Every time we do something with them…” Yoongi griped, turning to look at Tae and his girlfriend. Now, Tae’s head had fallen forward, his chin tucked into his chest, but still asleep. “It doesn’t look comfortable,” Yoongi said, turning to look at you.

“It’s so sweet though,” you argued.

Yoongi shook his head. “I’m not that cute. I have my limits you know,” he replied, closing his eyes and resting his head back against the headrest.

Three seconds later his arm was up, an open invitation for you to lie on his lap. You snuggled down in a hurry, using your coat as a pillow. Yoongi wrapped the corner of his coat and his arm around your shoulders, tucking your hair behind your ear, before giving you a little squeeze as a hug.

“The things I do for you,” he grumbled. By his tone, you knew he was smiling.

“I appreciate them,” you replied, your smile evident as well. “It’s because you’re sweet.”

“Exactly,” he said. “Remember that. Sweet.”

“Not cute,” you agreed.

“Anything but that,” he murmured, already half asleep, his hand still rubbing your arm absently, the gentle motion and warmth he shared, lulling you into a contented (but not cute) sleep.

Sand and Waves [Marvel Red Team Drabble]

Anonymous asked you: Threesomes/polyamory is my lifeblood so could you do a marvel red team at the beach/lake/pool? I don’t have a particular scenario, just them in swimsuits and acting like goofballs (and maybe sexy times in the bathhouse? ;D) ^^No sexy times sorry but lots of beach time!

Peter’s laugh caught even himself off guard as he stared out his boyfriend beyond the waves lapping against the sand. He moved to stand up but was stopped by a firm hand around his wrist. Glancing down at his other boyfriend, Matt, he rose his eyebrow questioningly despite the fact that Matt couldn’t see his face.

“Don’t get involved.”

“Matty, he’s fighting a shark. How can I not get involved?" 

Matt sighed, it was unfortunate sometimes being the most mature out of their threesome. He felt Peter struggle against his grip but didn’t remove his hand even though he knew Peter’s super strength could get him out if he so desired. "If he gets eaten… he’ll regenerate, kill the shark and swim back to us, no fuss.”

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Super Dad

Anonymous said: not a prompt so much as look how cute this is who does it remind you of imgur/./com/gallery/4id5IrE

The Picture 

I made it a prompt anyway because I could not help myself

“This place is a breeding ground for MRSA,” Kurt says, watching with a shudder as Libby presses her face to the side of the bounce house she’s currently shrieking and jumping in. “Remind me to hose her down with antibacterial gel before we leave.”

Blaine nods, though he less worried about Libby right now, she’s brassy and tough and is rarely slowed down by illness or injury or—anything, really. She runs by the picnic bench they’re seated backwards on, her dark curls flying behind her, and shouts above the chaotic din of the indoor play area, “Daddies watch! Daddies did you see? Daddies watch me watch look look!”

“We see you, honey,” Kurt says.

“Great job,” Blaine adds, when she does a sort of sideways half flip into a different bounce house.

No, Libby is fine. It’s Devon he’s concerned about.

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desideriiium  asked:

six word story

“Sandcastle for sale. Limited time offer.” [ @desideriiium ]

Kezia let out a musical laugh, bringing a pail back up to their spot. “That water is freezing!” she hummed, folding herself back to sitting on the towel. Even in late April, the ocean was chilly at night. And it was night – stars and low tide. Familiar company to their time together. Lifting her face, Kezia passed a smile to Donato. “I can’t believe you’ve never made a sandcastle,” she said.

Scooping sand into the pail, she used the wet mixture to form a sort of tower in front of their tower. “My mom was really good at it,” she said with a soft smile, eyes downcast on the sand. “She could make, like, balconies? Turrets and moats and bridges.” Her finger trailed through the wet sand, etching a door-like shape into the tower.

She turned to Donato, once more, meeting his eyes in the dim light. “We would find seashells, too. As decorations, like tiles.” The tide crept in closer and louder. She glanced over. “I guess we better hurry.”

As both of them knew too well, nothing lasts.

Mermaid AU (redux)
“But a mermaid has no tears, and therefore she suffers so much more.”- Hans Christian Andersen For haanigram, who sent me the following ask:

i have a headcannon that is VERY IMPORTANT TO ME that when mermaid!will is rejected by the human prince he fell for he kinda just beaches himself on the sand and cries curled up nakkie with legs and hanni has to surface and whenever he comes to land he can form legs cuz he’s mega powerful and just naked hanni walking on the sand to scoop a crying heartbroken will and take him back to the ocean and as they both reach the water their gills and tentacle-fin stuff slowly reamerges it’s just romantic

This part is actually fairly PG but there are three fluffy epilogues. See tags individually for warnings ♡♡♡
  1. #1 - Will adjusts to life as Hannibal’s mate.
  2. #2 - Will tries to secure his place.
  3. #3 - Hannibal takes Will ashore, to one of his hunting grounds.

Mermaid anatomy is carried over from Caroline’s brilliant fic

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