things in the ocean

If you want to know what I do with any money I come across, it’s this. (although tbh the most expensive things are the kibble, fish oil pills, and Ocean Spray, everything else is like a dollar or two)

Pazelle gets a mix of kibble and wet food once per day, with a fish oil pill in, a tablespoon of artisan coconut oil (I left it out of the pic out by accident), a teaspoon of cranberry juice, and then sometimes he gets unsweetened apple sauce, plain Greek yoghurt, pumpkin, or cottage cheese. He’ll usually get a few treats thrown in, and today, he got one of the frozen treats (Greek yoghurt, peanut butter, banana, honey, oatmeal, coconut oil, 1 Old Mother Hubbard biscuit) that I made for him yesterday. He also got half an egg. He later just gets kibble.

Lestat gets a mix of dry food and wet food once per day (he only eats one time per day), mixed with half a tablespoon of cranberry juice, a fish oil pill, and either pumpkin or plain Greek yoghurt. He typically gets either boiled/baked/freeze-dried chicken, some dental treats, and today he got ¼ of an egg.

Aiming to get both on partial raw one day. 👍

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Female characters appreciation, Part 6  Pt. 1 x, Pt. 5 x

“There’s a generation of girls growing up right now where Wonder Woman is their first superhero, Rey is a Jedi, and the Ghostbusters are women.”

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He gotta give him that air you know

Moana/Ariel (B2) 

That’s it @magicsophicorn , I ship it. I had never even considered drawing these two ocean souls together, but now that I have, I love it.

 This is was so much fun to draw. 

Thank you for submitting! Also, requests for this couples meme I reblogged are closing today! (11/01/2017) 

magical-ocean-birb  asked:

i just saw your buff marinette comic, and immediately i had the thought that afterwards, a fanclub is created for people who want to be picked up and held in mari's strong arms. adrien is the president of the marinette fan club lol

Poor guy doesn’t have a lot of luck about it though.

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“I have always fought to support causes tied to the injustice and impunity, with which I am faced with by my government in Mexico every day. Yet this trip I made to the Maldives with Parley brought me deep into our damaged oceans and changed my perception of things as well as how I relate to those I love. All of a sudden, this cause, the ocean, and our survival drove great purpose in me. Everywhere I look, I see signs of what I could be doing, but I’m not doing.”

๐ŸŒŠ๐ŸŒ™๐Ÿšmoon and ocean witch’s personal mermaid dust๐Ÿš๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒŠ

So I thought I would make a jar of mermaid dust to bring along with me wherever I go, also to put in my travel altar!

The point of it is to feel like I always have a little bit of the beach/ocean with me, as well as feeling close to my kin! 🐬

So here’s what’s in it:

✯(dry) beach sand

✯crushed various seashells I found myself

✯sea salt

✯incense ash

✯(dry) seaweed

How I made it:

✯spend a day at the beach 🏖

✯crush the seashells with either a mortar if you have one, or just use a rock (please be careful you get all the pieces as they could give you a nasty scrape on the foot if you step on it!)

✯mix in the sand, shell pieces, salt, ashes and seaweed (I bought mine at the grocery store!)

✯seal with wax if needed, or if you have a jar with a cork like mine, you’re good to go!

Happy swimming (: 🐚🐬🌊

Bonus: if you’re an Extra Sea Witch™, use a sea shell to scoop out your ingredients!

final product!

1. The last time you made the mistake of making a home out of a pair of arms and a soft smile, you learned the hard way that anything that moves, that can blame, that can cause ache does not deserve such an elevated status in your heart. Still, you are an anomaly, a wild thing hoping for a home. A sailor wishing to leave the ocean and return.

2. I still remember a day when your father had lifted you in his arms and told you that you are loved, more than you ever know. It was two days before the plane crash that took him. It was two days before I saw death dance in your broken eyes for the first time. I donโ€™t think it ever stopped dancing there.

3. Yesterday, someone asked you, โ€œwho do you trust most in the world?โ€ And you felt that your lips were sewn shut. Everybody you should love and trustsโ€™ names felt rough and raw on your tongue like they were in a foreign language that you had become too ancient to learn. So instead you whispered your own name like a secret into the abyss and hoped no one saw the sadness that had crawled itโ€™s way along with your name out of your mouth.

4. A summer ago, you asked me what it was like to not need a place to call home. I know you asked this from a place of trauma, that your trauma has convinced you it will all be okay once you find a home. But it is lying, because what you need up find is your healing. And I told you that wanderlust had etched itself so ornately into my bones that I had no choice but to travel till it had sated itself. You looked at me with envy, even as I thought of all the people who would love to make a home of your heartbeat. You however were looking for a certain kind of love that you would call your very own. A kind of love that would never abandon you the way everyone you have ever loved has.

5. Something about you glowed bigger and better than all the stars we gazed at in the night sky. And even then, even when you had everything, you longed for a human to belong in. But everytime you laid the foundations for something good, they came crashing and tumbling down on your head. Because your trauma is a perfectionist and no one could quite become what you needed and wanted at the same time.

6. I wish I had told you then what I told you in that very last letter before I left. That child, why did no one ever teach you that you cannot turn people into homes? People are rivers, ever changing, ever flowing. They will disappear with everything you put inside them. Still, that home you are hunting for does have a heartbeat. But it isnโ€™t one locked in anyone elseโ€™s chest. Just look inside your own.

—  Nikita Gill, People Aren’t Homes

anonymous asked:

Could you draw a fat mermaid? If you have time? My mother recently passed away and I want to see her represented as a mermaid before we put her ashes in the sea. She was short, blonde, and hella chubby and she was only 36 when she died. I realllly like your art and I'd love to see her in your style, sorry if I'm bothering you

Some days Iโ€™ll take a bath.

Iโ€™ll lay in the bathtub for hours, but thereโ€™s nothing fancy to it. Thereโ€™s no rose petals, bath bombs, or bubbles filling the corners.

Itโ€™s me, in water.

And Iโ€™ll go down, and Iโ€™ll bring my head to the water.

Some days Iโ€™ll take a bath.

Just so I can wonder, what itโ€™s like to drown in the middle of the ocean.

—  excerpt from a book Iโ€™ll never write #19 // @loveactivist