sea whips

here’s a mood…..a gay mood…I want to be at the ocean at night time, the beach is totally empty except for me and my girlfriend, and it’s dark enough to give the beach a completely different atmosphere but light enough that we can still see pretty okay. both of us have cameras because we’re artsy and sentimental and we take turns taking candids of each other, photos of us gazing out into the expanse of the sea, our hair whipping around our faces in the breeze, our eyes catching and shyly flitting away. my girlfriend takes a selfie of us and kisses my cheek right as the shutter clicks. neither of us wore sandals but that’s okay because the water is far too cold to be wading in at this time of night. I sing something haunting just for fun and it echoes over the water and my girlfriend is watching me with a faint smile like I’m a magical creature and the most ethereal thing she’s ever seen. which is silly because of course, she’s the more ethereal thing I’ve ever seen too

Mediterranean Mermaid Lovers 🌊 ❤ 🌊
عاش من شافك (”Meeting you revived me” - used to express longing and affection to loved ones after a long time of not seeing them)

*deep intake of breath*

This took me a month to complete. (┛`д´)┛ For some reason I decided I would base the design of each mermaid off of real Mediterranean species as much as possible…. even though I did bend that rule quite a few times. (`∇´)

Greek Mermaid

Body: Exocoetus volitans (Blue Flying Fish)
Headband: Black pearls

Moroccan Mermaid

Body: Sparisoma cretense (Mediterranean Parrotfish)
Hijab: Caulerpa taxifolia (a type of seaweed–which I made red instead of green)
Hair ornaments: Echinaster sepositus (Red Sea Star/Starfish) and white pearls
Bodice: Paramuricea clavata (Violescent Sea-Whip, a type of coral)
Bra: Paracentrotus lividus (Purple Sea Urchin (but dead))
Sleeve: Sabella spallanzanii (Mediterranean Fanworm)

‘We are rewriting the textbooks’: first dives to Amazon coral reef stun scientists

There is a flickering, bright glimmer of sky as the two-person submarine descends beneath the muddy equatorial waters to a place no human has ever seen – a vast, complex coral reef at the mouth of the world’s greatest river.

Thirty metres under the murky plume of the sediment-heavy Amazon, the sub enters a darker, richer world. A school of curious remora fish approaches the two-tonne machine. Crabs and starfish loom in its eerie lights. A metre-long amberjack swims past, then a two-metre ray.

At a depth of 80 metres, the pilot pauses to record large mounds of coral covered in rainbow-coloured pygmy angelfish, wrasses and parrotfish. There are sponges 30ft long.                     

At 120 metres the sub settles on the nearly level ocean floor in a field of soft coral, sea whips and fans. The pilot manoeuvres its remote cameras to within inches of the reef wall. It consists mainly of sponges and colourful rhodolith beds – masses of coral-like red algae – which are formed by chemical synthesis and thrive in the low light.

Most of the world’s shallow reefs are in trouble due to bleaching, climate change and fishing, but this one is pristine. Its wall is full of minute grooves and cracks, each hole and fissure home to something alive. Small, brave crabs approach the sub and raise their claws as if to defend themselves against this alien monster.

There are four Brazilian oceanographers, ecologists and marine scientists taking turns to dive in the sub from the Greenpeace boat Esperanza. For them, the chance to observe the reef, which they and others discovered three years ago after dredging brought up corals, is as thrilling as winning the World Cup.

Last year, based on chemical analysis of the plume and measurements of oxygen levels, they estimated the reef to be about 600 miles long, to cover 3,600 square miles, and be about 30 to 120 metres deep. They thought it was biologically relatively impoverished compared to other equatorial reefs, but nevertheless they recorded more than 60 species of sponge, 73 species of fish, spiny lobsters, stars and other reef life.

The Amazon reef: ‘a mega biome, a major ecological community of plants and animals with its own endemic species’. Photograph: Greenpeace

Sticky Fingers

Host shambles through his library, cane in one hand and a book in the other. It’s peaceful, far more peaceful than today’s meeting. It was really just a shouting match about Anti’s latest antics and what the Egos should do about it. The Host is glad to be back to his usual peaceful surroundings.

Dark wants the Host monitoring all the Anti theories online and keeping him updated on them. As much as Dark dislikes sharing the limelight, he also needs to know what the glitch has up his sleeve, and the fans are typically quite good at sniffing such things out. Host is so tired of listening to the droning computerized voice reading out the posts to him, however, and he would much rather settle down quietly with one of his books.

Host drops into one of his armchairs with a sigh, rubbing his forehead and kicking up his feet on the little ottoman. He’s just getting good and relaxed when Wilford comes in stewing about Dark. “That no good attention hog. Not to mention what Anti might be doing to Jack and the others right about now. And what if he decides to come after us in the mean time?” Wilford ruffles his hair and twists his bowtie. “It’s exasperating!”

Host chucks a book at him, and Wilford catches it, absolutely shocked that Host would do something like that. But the Host just smiles. “Read a book.”

Wilford looks down at the lump of paper in his hands and makes a face. “I don’t know, Host. Books aren’t really my thing…”

“Books aren’t really my… Oh, Wilford! Don’t ever say that again.” Host covers his ears and pouts. “Books are filled with tons of things you’d like. Swordfights, pirates, treasure, all right there in that little book.” Host points at the leather-bound volume in the pink Ego’s hands.

Wilford’s eyes sparkle a bit as he flips through the pages. “There are pictures?”

“In that one,” Host smirks. “It’s a special edition, one that I paid a lot of money for. So no sticky candy fingers, got it?”

Wilford nods, turning to the first page and settling down into one of Host’s chairs. “I… I’m really slow at reading.” He glances up at the Host, but the blind man is still smiling.

“Take your time.” Host leans his head back and folds his hands in his lap. “You can read out loud if that helps.”

“Really? You wouldn’t mind?” Wilford looks down at the book again, at all the neat little letters all in perfect rows, but sometimes they just don’t want to behave properly. And he finds himself floundering to make them out.

Host traces his fingers along the needlepoint stitching of his armchair with a sigh. “Just softly, please.” Wilford nods and begins to read. He stumbles through a few chapters before the Host falls asleep and begins snoring softy, and Will keeps reading even after that for a few more minutes.

Once even he can’t keep his eyes open anymore, he takes a quick nap right there in the library and dreams of pirate ships sailing on storm-whipped seas and islands where buried treasure is hidden among the jungles. When he wakes up, he starts perusing Host’s library for more books. Once he has a sizeable stack, he pokes the Host’s shoulder until the other man stirs from sleep. “Can I borrow these?”

Host runs his hands over the spines of the books. “That’s quite a few, Wilford. Don’t you want to…” But he can sense Wilford’s excitement, as yellow as sunshine at first light. Host smiles. “Sure, take as many as you want.”

Wilford bobs onto his toes with a snicker. “Awesome!” And then he scampers off with the books piled up under his chin. Host shakes his head and gets up to check the latest Anti theories. Wilford returns the books after a few days, and the Host is somewhat pained to feel some of the pages stuck together with sugar. Though he wonders what else he expected from Wilford, the Ego always stuffing his face with candy.

So when Wilford comes back wanting more books, Host surprises him with a stack of his own. “Really? I can keep them?” Host nods, but Wilford suddenly goes silent.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you want them?” Host tugs at his bandages.

Warfstache shakes his head. “No, that’s not it! I just… I feel like I should do something for you now.”

Host smirks. “Don’t worry about it, Will. Really.” Wilford pauses for a minute and then gives Host a quick hug before the other Ego can protest and runs off with his books.

MINI PUMPKIN PIES

Yield: 2 dozen

The things you’ll need

Ingredients

Dough
  • 2 ½ cup all purpose flour
  • 2 tablespoon sugar
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • ½ vanilla bean
  • ½ cup butter flavored shortening, chilled
  • ½ cup salted butter, chilled
  • 6 tablespoon buttermilk
Pumpkin Filling
  • 6 oz. cream cheese at room temperature
  • 1 ¼ cup pumpkin puree
  • ½ cup light brown sugar
  • 2 eggs
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • 1 teaspoon pumpkin pie spice
  • ½ teaspoon cinnamon
  • ½ teaspoon sea salt
Whipped Cream
  • 1 cup heavy whipping cream
  • 2 tablespoons sugar
Decoration
  • Egg wash
  • Pastry brush
  • Decorating bag fitted with a #849 tip
  • Cinnamon for decoration
Equipment
  • Large mixing bowl
  • Mini tart pan
  • Plastic wrap
  • Round cookie cutter
  • Rolling pin
  • Baking sheet tray lined with parchment
  • Two medium mixing bowls
  • Hand mixer
  • Two rubber spatulas
  • Small ice cream scoop

Let’s get started!


Dough
  1. In a large bowl, combine flour, sugar, vanilla bean, and salt.
  2. Add cubed butter and shortening and work between fingers until the mixture resembles coarse meal. Drizzle in ice-cold buttermilk. Work in the buttermilk to form a dough.
  3. Form the dough into two discs and wrap tightly in plastic wrap and chill for 2 to 24 hours to set.
Filling
  1. Preheat oven to 350ºF.
  2. In a medium mixing bowl use a hand mixer to combine cream cheese and brown sugar until smooth. Add eggs one at a time, mixing between each addition and scrape down the sides as necessary.
  3. Add pumpkin, spices, salt and vanilla extract and beat until smooth.
  4. When dough is set, roll out to 1/8 an inch thick and cut circles out using the round cookie cutter. Line dough rounds into each tart pan.
  5. Use a fork to prick the bottom of the crust then brush egg wash on the tops of each cup. Scoop filling into each pie cavity almost to the top, almost 2 tablespoons.
  6. Bake for 12-15 minutes. Allow to fully cool before adding topping.
  7. In a medium mixing bowl, use a hand mixer to whip the heavy cream and sugar until stiff. Scoop into a decorating bag attached with a #849 tip.
  8. Sprinkle each pie with a bit of cinnamon. Ta-da! Mini pumpkin pies!
Bloom (2/?)

The story of Captain Swan’s pregnancy, told in many parts. Affectionately nicknamed “The Happiest Pregnancy Ever.”

In this chapter, Henry and Hook discuss brotherhood. Many, many thanks to @unfolded73 for the beta!

[Chapter 1] 

You can also read on AO3!

Chapter 2: Brotherhood

There were few things that made Killian happier than spending the afternoon on the open seas, the wind whipping through his hair, and the smell of salt in the air. He was grateful Storybrooke was a seaside town, allowing him to set out whenever he pleased. Though the pirate in him bristled at having to keep permits and licenses on him at all times, he worked with the law now – Deputy Sheriff Jones, what a title! – and reminded him that he couldn’t enforce the law if he was also breaking it. Killian supposed it was a small price to pay for the happiness he was feeling now. He had a home, a family, and a child on the way. It was everything he thought he would never have.

He wished Liam could see him now.

He was comforted by knowing that his older brother was in a better place now, unburdened by his own unfinished business. However, he wished that he could show Liam how his life had turned out, that he had finally done something right and had carried out the hero’s journey that they both so wanted many years ago.

I hope you’re proud, brother, he thought wistfully.

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Ninjago Food Headcanons

Kai

-he melts cold food like ice cream really quickly, sometimes before it reaches his tongue

-pretends to like spicy foods to impress people but when faced with something mildly hot he freaks out

-loves hot chocolate. give him a cup and he can drain it in a second

-once entered a food eating competition aboard the Bounty. Lost in minutes to Cole

-is the type to set food down wherever without any sort of napkin or plate, then pick it back up, brush it off, and eat it

    -Zane once told him off about this, but he didn’t pay any attention. Because     of this Zane now tells him approximately how many different diseases he can catch while doing that.

        -After Zane’s death, he stopped doing it so often.

-will eat mystery meat as long as it’s confirmed not to be human flesh or cat/dog meat by Zane

    -this disgusts all the ninja, and Lloyd especially

-his favorite chocolate is sea-salt chocolate


Jay

-piles whipped cream on top of almost any dessert

    -once used up two cans when Zane gave Jay his ice cream as a kind gesture, and he went at it with all the whipped cream they had

        -he regretted it later, though, when Zane made pie and they didn’t have any whipped cream to put on it

-never gets a stomachache from eating too much. Ever.

-has a stomach the size of a pinhead when it comes to vegetables, but can chomp down dessert like nobodys business

-will not eat spicy food, no matter what he’s promised

-can eat any amount of milk chocolate

-is banned from any form of soda unless under the strict supervision of Misako, Garmadon, or Zane

    -Wu was removed from the list because he forgot that Diet Soda still had caffeine. He’s getting old

-will not drink lukewarm water

    -nobody knows why, not even him. They just roll with it

-takes excessive amounts of small condiments from restaurants, like ketchup packets


Cole

-can eat anything, anytime, anyplace

-sometimes gets up in the middle of the night and usually the first thing he does is head to the kitchen

-Jay is the only one who can face him in a food eating competition 

    -their matches usually go in favor of Cole, though

        -the score is 33 for Cole, 28 for Jay by season 5

-after eating a lot, someone usually has to carry him or help him because he gets some of the worst stomachaches

    -but he will be the first to tell you that he has no regrets over it

-can be bribed to do any amount of chores with dessert

-if nobody is watching, will use two spoons to shovel ice cream into his mouth

    -Zane once caught him doing it at 4am, and just sat on the other side of the counter with a ‘why is my life like this’ look on his face

        -he didn’t tell anyone, though, and took the spoons away when Cole was done. Afterwards, Cole collapsed into laughter at the look on his face

-loves dark chocolate

-can handle spicy food the best

Zane

-his ice will be a lot weaker after he eats spicy food

    -give him too much spicy food and it will practically melt into a puddle when he forms it

-makes Jay give back small restaurant condiments if he takes more than ten of one thing

    -like, if he takes 17 mustard packets from Ninjago’s version of the Costco food court, Zane will make him put them all back

-isn’t affected by alcohol, which makes the other ninja sad

    -they found this out when the ninja took him out for drinks after the whole ‘Great Devourer’ thing, because he didn’t know what it was.

        -for this reason, the other ninja use Zane as sort of their secret weapon in drinking competitions. He hates it, though.

-cannot eat caramel, it’ll break his mouth badly

    -his mouth was once sealed shut after a fan gave him some sweets. Jay had to repair him as the other ninja looked on in fascination at the gooey mess

-will put 50 ice cubes in a cup of water

-will eat ice cream right out of the box without waiting for it to soften

    -he doesn’t really know any better.

        -he also doesn’t care.

-really loves peppermint-dark chocolate bark

    -anything peppermint, really

-chews through lollipops and candy canes

    -also makes Jay scream when he does it.


Lloyd

-loves any sort of candy you can suck

    -except for candy canes, which he seems to have a grudge on.

-like Jay, is no longer allowed to be around caffeine without adult/Zane supervision

-likes chocolate milk, but not hot chocolate. Kai is both confused and annoyed at this

-is a terrible liar when it comes to food (and pretty much anything else)

    -’uh i don’t know why the gingerbread house went missing in the middle of the night at 3:21am nuh-uh’ *smiles through gingerbread crumbs in his teeth*

-gets hyper super easily

-can and will eat anything for breakfast

    -’ok, a bagel smeared with whipped cream and gum drops, i can work with that’ *grabs it and shoves it in his mouth*

-makes the worst food puns

-will take like 60 napkins from restaurants they go to

    -but only like 1 small condiment like a salt packet or an artificial sweetener for coffee

-lives and breathes sugar

Intention - Shay Cormac x Fem!Reader (Part 1)

A/N: I’m pretty sure this was a request from @bunnyyumyum (you probably don’t remember sending it…it took me forever to get to and I’m sorry )about Templar!reader leaving England for America and joining the Colonial Rite. Shay shows her around NY and ends up catching feelings…but reader is not going to make it easy as you’ll see in this first part.

I’m not very confident about this one but maybe you’ll all like it more than I do.

Also this was supposed to be out for Shay Patrick’s Day but I suck and its late.

Words: 3,171
Warnings: None. Unless you need a warning for a very drunk and flirty Hickey lol.

This was the hundredth time in a few weeks that you had regretted getting on this ship to New York. Another stormy night had you holding on for dear life and trying to keep your dinner down.

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Alfred Hitchcock, “The Birds”

“Then he saw them. The gulls. Out there, riding the seas.
What he had thought at first to be the white caps of the waves were gulls. Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands… They rose and fell in the trough of the seas, heads to the wind, like a mighty fleet at anchor, waiting on the tide. To eastward, and to the west, the gulls were there. They stretched as far as his eye could reach, in close formation, line upon line. Had the sea been still they would have covered the bay like a white cloud, head to head, body packed to body. Only the east wind, whipping the sea to breakers, hid them from the shore.”
Daphne du Maurier, The Birds

Package Deal

Seth Clearwater imagine requested by casismyguardianangel! “Could I get Seth/Imprint!Reader please? They’re hanging out & Seth just starts tickling her & after a while he kisses her, & just when they start getting into it the pack comes in & starts teasing him that he can’t leave her alone? Love the blog!” Hope you like it!

It was difficult to be beside Seth and feel the full weight of the clouds looming overhead; he was the human incarnation of sunlight, of fire. His warmth radiated through his palms and over your skin like smooth stones warmed by the afternoon’s heat, his smile tore through the overcast skies above, banishing the oncoming rain… if only for a little while. His skin was drenched in golden light as the sun set over the silvery waters, bursting forth through the clouds as it descended over the sea. The storming breeze blew the easy scent of salt over your cheeks in course waves, stirring strands of hair about your face, tendrils brushing against Seth’s exposed shoulder, his eyes catching yours at the contact. He was practically glowing beneath the sun’s shimmering light, his eyes sparkling with mischievous humour as he caught a straying strand of hair between his index finger and thumb. He reached behind your ear, tucking the hair back into place, his lips pressing gently to your cheek. What little gooseflesh you had accumulated from the passing breeze was banished by Seth’s delectable heat, his kiss spreading through to your fingertips and toes. To him, it could have been the silliest, flimsiest, farthest from concrete gesture in the world, but to you… to you, it was everything. You sighed, resting your head against his shoulder, his arm winding around your waist in response. Easy.

It was simple being with Seth, especially after he’d decided to clue you in on why he suddenly spent his limited free-time walking beside you like a hulking shadow. Before, he was merely a force of childish joy, ever-present in your life, always eager and more than willing to brighten your day. You had your arguments and your reconciliations, your disagreements and fervent like-mindedness, but he was never… he was never this intense. After he phased, once his hair had been shorn and his temperature rose… well, once he came bouncing back to brighten your day, his world and yours became perfectly aligned. It was as if he was made to be your protector. His presence was limited now, what with his duties to the pack interfering with how frequently he could superglue himself to your hip, but what little time he spent bipedal, he spent with you. He was a presence glowing like embers, the flames of his companionship lapping around you gloriously. Just today, he’d slipped away from his rounds long enough to knock on your door and drag you down to First Beach, all but throwing you over his shoulder (it’s not like the weight of another human was much of a strain for him anymore, he made that very clear) as you struggled to keep up with his excited pace. He oftentimes forgot you were only human. He lead you to the bluffs overlooking the pebbles leading up to the shoreline, patting a relatively reed-free plot of sandy earth, beckoning you to join him. Your feet dangled over the ledge, your heels occasionally touching back against the wall of sand that held you over the shore.

With his arm around you, you’d never felt more secure. The bluffs could have given way and dumped you both onto the stones below, but somehow you knew Seth would keep you grounded. If you were to fall, you wouldn’t suffer a single scratch. That was in the contract, you supposed, when it came to imprinting. Eternal best friend, cheerful companion, shoulder to lean on when the world threatened to swallow you… Seth wouldn’t let anything hurt you, no questions or doubts in your mind. Even now, he sheltered you from the wind, his body (now heavily muscled) shielding yours from the worst of the off-sea breeze as it whipped around his side of the sandy hill. Your cheek burned still with the borrowed heat of Seth’s quick kiss, your skin blazing crimson from the contact. He’d never been one to shy away from the more intimate side of friendship, be it a lingering embrace, holding hands as you climbed over the forest’s carnage left after a storm, or even stealing a kiss on the cheek when he thought you were in a good enough mood not to chase him down for making the attempt. Lately, though, his every action seemed heavier, as if there was a weight to his movements that he fought to conceal from you. Protector or not, he maintained his mannerisms, but his change in structure had come paired with a noticeable difference. It wasn’t just in the way he moved, his eagerness to see you… it was in his hand as it clasped your waist, his head as it tilted towards yours on his shoulder, and it was in his kiss. It wasn’t the mischievous sort of peck he used to snag when the two of you were on the edge of an argument. It was far more.

“Y/n? You still alive in there?” Seth chuckled, waving his unoccupied hand before your face, his movement blocking out the sun in bursts of darkness and blinding light. When you lifted your face, disoriented, his laughter amplified. “You went glassy behind the eyes for a second. Thought I lost you,” he jested, his smile widening when you heaved your weight through his body, knocking him off-balance for a mere second. You knew he was humouring you, but it was satisfying nonetheless. “There she is,” he mumbled, his voice low on the wind and punctuated with softened laughter. “Just checking.” You rolled your eyes, leaning into his side much gentler this time around, allowing him to support your weight, his arm snaking back around your waist. You snuggled closer to him, inhaling the sweet scent of saltwater and cedar as it lifted from his skin, your eyes closing with contentment.

“I’m allowed to zone out for a while, Seth. Doesn’t mean I’m never coming back, just that my attention is somewhere else.” Seth huffed a sigh, his breath short and tainted by humour. You smiled at his dramatized reaction to your comment, the joking injury in his movement pulling your lips up at the corners. You buried your smile in the smooth expanse of his shoulder, your lips brushing against the warmth of his skin. He exhaled once more, shifting his weight until he could manage to clasp both of his hands around your waist, pulling you into his side.

“Never thought I’d have to fight with a beach for your attention,” he whispered, his voice springy with playfulness. You prepared your retort, but before you could speak, Seth was turning into you, abandoning the beauty of the sunset to focus on your face, his hands now clasped around your back. It was not uncomfortable, being close to him, but there was a warmth radiating from his eyes that had your nerves buzzing with anticipation. He sucked the air through his teeth, nodding his head in what appeared to be acceptance, his eyes closing as if wounded by his situation before they snapped open, locking on yours. “I’ll take the challenge.” He gave you but a second’s notice before he pounced, his hands spreading to either side of your body, finding purchase on your waist and over your ribs, activating your pressure points and fluttering over the skin his movement exposed. Your initial shriek of surprise soon melted into laughter as Seth’s hands tickled over your body, his devilish grin consuming your view, his eyes sparkling as your giggles filtered through the air. You collapsed in on yourself, your spine pressing into the stiffness of the reeds as you fought to defend your abdomen from Seth’s ruthless attacks. Your knees pressed upward to divide your bodies, but Seth quickly shifted his hips and blocked your last line of defense, his torso curling over yours as his hands moved like feathers over your exposed skin. You twisted and contorted to get away from him, your eyes watering from the force of your laughter, his own soon joining with yours, forming a joyful melody in the space above your heads.

His hands slowed then, smoothing over your waist before falling to the sun-baked grasses around you, your body heaving beneath him form the exertion of your defense. You caught your breath slowly, inhaling in quick bursts as you recovered. A single tear broke from the outermost corner of your eye to fall towards your temple. Seth’s expression shifted, his brow furrowing slightly as the sandy pad of his thumb lifted to your face, swiping the tear from its track, his palm molding to your cheek within the same heartbeat. Your cheeks glowed beneath him, both from your previous activity as well as from the heat building in your tightening chest. You watched Seth’s eyes darken as you’d never seen them before, a resolution setting like concrete somewhere far behind his irises. His tongue darted over his lips, his eyes shifting to stare down at your own, and he bent his face to yours. His lips pressed softly to your mouth, your world fuzzing at the edges before you had the sense to close your eyes. He enveloped you in warmth, his torso bending to meet yours as the combination of his lips and hands pulled your body from the earth. His hands secured you to his chest, your arms winding around his neck, your fingers trailing over the newly shorn hair at the back of his head. He broke from you then, his eyes glowing warmly, his lips parting over a victorious smile. You laughed aloud, your heart beating through the bones holding it in your chest, your hand smoothing over the wide plane of his cheekbone.

“Where did that come from?” you inquired, your voice breathy. Seth barely moved, save for the expansion of his already full-to-bursting joyful smile.

“Comes with the package,” he whispered, his lips already set to reunite with yours. Your hands cupped his cheeks, angling his face to mold to your own, his teeth nipping along your bottom lip as you clung to each other, heat flooding your brain as the sunlight flashed on the backdrop of your eyelids. You twisted in his arms, your lips parting from his to press to the curve of his jaw, his hands clenching as they roamed your back, his lips chasing yours until you were together once more. Even as absorbed as you were within Seth’s embrace, you couldn’t ignore the sound of yelling behind you. You pulled from his hold on you, turning around to address the shouting only to find the majority of the pack bursting from the edge of the forest, their mouths upturned at the sight of their brother locked at the lips with his imprint.

“Jesus, Seth, let the poor girl breathe,” Jared chuckled, his eyes rolling as Seth ran his hands through his hair, his eyes screaming apologies to yours.

“Relax, he’ll learn soon enough. You’ve gotta come up for air every now and then. Just like swimming,” Paul added, jogging closer to clap Seth on the back, winking in your direction. “Proud of you, little man.” Seth huffed at his pack-mate’s jokes, his eyes expectant on Jacob as he approached. He merely gave him a pat on the shoulder, noticeably gentler, averting his eyes as he continued on his way. They were gone as quickly as they had come, but they’d done their damage to the scene. Seth met your eyes with a sheepish embarrassment that lifted the laughter from your chest, your hand running through the short strands of his hair. He joined you, allowing you to climb into his lap and rest against his chest, your eyes on the last rays of sun as they dove beneath the surface of the ocean, his arms spreading warmth along your back. You rested, surrounded by fire and salt and cedar, until the world was no longer light.

[LISTEN]

1. Dans la brume - César Cui [The Orphanage of Keramzin]
2. Berceuse “Dors petet gars” - César Cui [Alina Starkov]
3
. Kastchei’s Enchanted Garden - Stravinski [The Darkling]
4.
In The Steppes of Central Asia - Borodin [Malyen Oretsev]
5. Dance of the Oprichniki - Prokofiev [The Grisha]
6. Night on Bald Mountain - Mussorgsky [The Unsea]
7.
The Firebird: Infernal Dance of All Kasthchei Subjects - Stravinski [Volcra]
8. The Swan - Prokofiev [The Sun Summoner]
9. March of the Young Ivan - Prokofiev [The Little Palace]
10.
Waltz of the Flowers - Tchaikovsky [The Grand Palace]
11.
The Temptress - Prokofiev [Genya]
12. String Quartet No. 11 in F Minor, Op 122: Elegie - Shostakovich [Baghra]
13.
Swan Lake Op. 20 Scene Moderato - Tchaikovsky [The Morozova Stag]
14.
Jazz Suite No.1 Foxtrot - Shostakovich [Sturmhold]
15.
Jazz Suite No.2 Waltz II - Shostakovich [Nikolai Lantsov]
16.
Korol’ Lir: Overture - Balakirev [The Sea Whip]
17.
Uvertyura na temi tryokh russkikh pesen - Balakirev [The Firebird]
18.
Danila In Search of the Flower - Prokofiev [Heartrenders]
19. String Quartet No.2 in D: Notturno - Borodin [Healers]
20.
Flight of the Bumblebee - Rimsky-Korsakov [Squallers]
21.
The Snow Maiden Introduction - Rimsky-Korsakov [Tidemakers]
22.
The Holy Fool - Prokofiev [Inferni]
23.
The Nutcracker: March - Tchaikovsky [Durast]
24.
Dance of the Swans: Allegro - Tchaikovsky [Alkemi]
25. The Sleeping Beauty Waltz - Tchaikovsky [Tailors]
26. The Lark - Glinka [Sankt Ilya]
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Vocalise Op 34, No 14 - Rachmaninoff [Aleksander Morozova]

“There it is, Yuuri. Second star to the right and straight on ‘til morning.”

Victor’s breath is warm, so warm, caressing the side of his face as the sea breeze whips around them. Yuuri swallows and chances a backwards glance at Hasetsu.

“Hey,” Victor says softly, squeezing his hand. “Never growing up, right?”

His eyes are impossibly bright, shining far more brilliantly than the star up ahead, and it tugs at Yuuri. Everything about Victor tugs at Yuuri. Pulls him farther away from home, literally, as they soar through the sky towards a neverland where they can be together forever.

He squeezes back. “Take me home.”

Here’s the thing about “redemption arcs”...

You need to be bad in the first place to get one.

If you say someone “deserves” one, that implies that person is already good, therefore has nothing to be redeemed of. Or something like that. 

Saying “Jasper doesn’t deserve a redemption arc” makes you sound like an idiot. Redemption arcs are meant for the bad guys. The villains. The big meanies.

Of course, not all villains get one. But remember, the real enemy in this show is not Jasper. It’s Yellow Diamond, and/or the Diamond Authority. Since everyone’s making Vegeta/Jasper parallels lately, Yellow Diamond can be Frieza in this parallel. But, unlike Frieza, even YD has a chance at redemption… why? Because this is a show that values the importance of love, friendship, growth and forgiveness. 

Jasper deserves all of that. She has YET to be shown any of those things. You can’t expect a character who’s been fighting since birth, who’s been suffocated and traumatized in a watery tomb for months, who’s been dropped, punched, and denied anything even resembling kindness to suddenly turn over a new leaf on her own. Lapis even told Jasper how badly she treated Jasper, and Jasper still wanted it, because she has absolutely NO basis of comparison. In Jasper’s mind, negative attention is better than no attention at all. The very idea of someone treating her right is not even on her radar, because she has yet to experience it ONCE.

Obviously, the Jasper fans have been paying attention to the overall messages of this show.

Have you?