sandcastle days


I love her, Nick. I love everything about her, and I’m not a guy who says that lightly. I’m a guy who has faked love his entire life, I’m a guy who thought love was just something idiots felt, but this woman has a hold on my heart that I could not break if I wanted to. And there have been times when I wanted to. It has been overwhelming and humbling, and even painful at times, but I could not stop loving her any more than I could stop breathing. I’m hopelessly, irretrievably in love with her. More than she knows.

Imagine Team Voltron at the beach.

Hunk and Pidge are making a sand castle (Pidge’s side much more elaborate and thought out)

Keith and Lance are dunking each other under probably and at some point, Lance tries to teach Keith how to surf.

Coran is probably wearing shades and sipping on a fruity drink.

Allura is sunbathing and Shiro is sitting close, both are watching their space children play at the beach.

At the end of the day, everyone is tired. Pidge is sitting on a beach towel, very drowsy. Coran probably fell asleep in the sun and is crying over his sunburn (If Alteans can get sunburned?) Keith and Lance are asleep together woops on a beach towel because they are tired from their beach activities. Hunk is tired but hungry and eating some snacks that mom and dad brought along. Allura and Shiro are trying to get the children up and back to the ship while cleaning up the mess they’d made throughout the day–abandoned sandcastle-making tools, a stray surfboard, probably a frisbee and a beachball, snack wrappers, you name it, space mom and dad are picking it up. 

They had a nice family day at the beach. <3

‘Love Me Like Sand’
I want you to love me like sand.
I want you to find me in your pockets
A week after you’ve been to the beach.
I want to fill your hourglass
And pour myself out
To count our time apart.
I want you to build castles
From my shattered pieces;
To build a temple
From this ruined frame.
I want you to make me hotter than I’ve ever been;
To touch me with pressure so hard
I turn to glass.

I want you.
I want you.
I want you.

—  Aimee Harris, 2015

“We’re not even sorry.” said a seagull today, as he casually picked his way through an abandoned fish supper. “We’d do it again, and crap on them for good measure. Just be-CAW CAW CAW-se we can.”


a little 1.6k ficlet based on shine by benjamin francis leftwich. (i really recommend you listen to it if you don’t know it - it’s such a beautiful song!)

I could wait with you by the water
I could wait with you for the winter to come
I could stand with you with your snow boots on

I hope you find the love that’s true
So the morning light can shine on you
I hope you find what you’re looking for
So your heart is warm for ever more

Harry’s never felt calmer than when he sits at the ocean, remembering times when he and Louis were younger and would stay out playing all day, mums sitting at the top of the beach with their too big sun hats and wine coolers, laughing the day away as they read and soaked up the sun.

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