#seafulls

[gloriasheaven]

gloria's heaven ♡

#seafull #sea #ocean #sunset #summer

[leonoraalc]

Hard Rain

If you like the feeling of a hard rain falling I have a seafull, I can give you an ocean If you like the feeling of a hard rain falling I have a sea-full, I can give you an ocean If you like the feeling of a hard rain falling (love, love is a feeling) I have a sea-full, I can give you an ocean (if you feel it, you feel it, like it's raining) If you like the feeling of a hard rain falling (love, love is a feeling) I have a sea-full, I can give you an ocean (if you feel it, you feel it, like it's raining) We shouldn't have to work so hard to break this wave in our way Shouldn't wanna walk away so you won't see the fear I face Every time I look at you standing still, I wanna wait But you never tell me no, baby wait, baby stay We shouldn't have to work so hard to break this wave in our way Shouldn't wanna walk away so you won't see the fear I face Every time I look at you standing still, I wanna wait But you never tell me no, baby wait, baby stay So I'm trying to get us back together Though we never been apart Tryna find a shelter from the weather Before a rain came down on us You say it like it's easy but it's not easy, baby Do you see me? Do you want me? Do you need me to be near you? So you got somebody next to your body Somebody next to your body Keeping me up, keeping me down, keeping me up Keeping me down, keeping me up, down, up, down Keeping me up, keeping me down Love, love is a feeling (it's not just a feeling) If you feel it, you feel it (it's not just a feeling) Like it's raining If you like the feeling of a hard rain falling (love, love is a feeling) I have a sea-full, I can give you an ocean (if you feel it, you feel it, like it's raining) If there's no feeling, no meaning, say something Did I mean something to you? You show nothing, was it real? Did I block it? It's my fault we lost it And look at us now, us is holding us hostage

#Hard Rain #loss #the girl who played with fire #leonoraalc #Perfect Blue

[izzyspussy]

love is not just a feeling. if you feel it, you feel it like it's raining. and if you like the feeling of a hard rain falling, i have a seafull. i can give you an ocean.

#jack facts #music

[dia-smthidk]

I JUST SAW A SEAFULL EITG ONE LEG 😭😭😭😭

seagulls are just their own thing smh

#/silly #Lilith the Dyslexic #dia-asks

[solaraeratorvd]

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Solar aerators usually are not as heavy as plug-in aerators, but they still should be placed in a location that receives many sunlight. Those who reside in areas with limited daylight should consider using a normal aerator.

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#Shrimp Farming Aerator

[mredha]

1/11/22

Moments I want to have with you.

Wake up beside you.

Warm my hands against the edges of your face and trace it.

I’d follow the lines just like a child’s fingertips follow words.

Amazed and compelled.

As I ask.

“How can these lines have a sound, a meaning, and a soul?”

Moments I want to have with you.

When the morning is young, but we’re older and restless.

Restlessness never went away.

The good kind, though.

The kind where love still plays its melody.

Tugging both of our heartstrings like its a jazz night.

When we fell, it was never like falling.

It was an art.

You may have learned that in falling there will be a ground to meet.

And you made it your life’s mission to learn how to gently fall on the ground.

And I know that you looked the other way when love passed by.

Because you wanted, the gentle way.

The way where you were nothing but gentle.

Gracefully a warrior.

Disciplined.

Its you and life, alone.

But prayers go far beyond iron and steel.

Its quantum physics.

And physics never really could explain love.

But prayers do.

And so love passed through you.

And you learned that the warmth of another doesn’t steal away passions.

It fuels it.

Don’t you remember?

The core of the Earth is a blazing sun.

And that is what moves us.

Warmth.

A telling sign, the heat of our body is proof we’re alive.

And so you fell.

But there wasn’t a ground to meet.

There wasn’t bones crushing in between.

There was only my body.

My soul.

And my heart.

and you fell.

Right in between my arms.

Prayer is an artist.

It has a way of turning warriors into water.

And I drank you and quenched my thirst.

And the taste of water never felt so sweet.

I drank you like a believer who broke her fast at sun down.

And I also knew that the equivalent of what you take, you shall return.

And I gave Earth back the water it needs in exchange of yours.

A seafull of tears.

You were the longest journey, but the one I loved the most.

As long as it took, I knew answered prayers were near.

And now you’re here.

And now I’m here with you.

Telling you about the moments I wanted to have with you.

[toelessbastard]

friendly reminder no seagull is free of sin and they will all drown in the horror pits that is the ocean for their crimes

#seagulls dni #🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪 #fucki n g SEAFULLS. #BASTARDS. ALL OF THEM #I WANNA #*PUNTS THEM AGRESSIVLY IN THE STOMACH* STOP STEALING THE FUCLING DORITOS #YOU FUCKS!!

[chickadeefriend]

Bonaparte’s Gulls

#Bonaparte’s Gull #Bonaparte’s Gulls #Chroicocephalus philadelphia #lift #fly #flight #wings #seaweed #coastal #Campobello #wildlife #seagull #Seagulls #flock of seafulls #flock #birds #sea birds

[rabidnoodles]

Decided on practicing coloring by filling in this panel. There’s so much in this picture that resonates strongly with my own pain so here it is.

#umineko spoilers #umineko no naku koro ni #when the seafulls cry #sayo yasuda #umineko manga #shannon #color manga

[aspeedy]

#seafull

[pattonsperfectfamily-asks]

(WIAH!! Maybe when he saw Roman (that's Roman right) for the first time in the basement? -seafull)

No, that’s Logan seeing Patton on the first day, not the final sentence where Logan describes Patton look at him like “an old friend” ; )

[night-is-a-feeling]

∞ :)

i actually haven’t heard this song in ages! but i forgot how much i love it, especially the opening lyrics.

song: hard rain by Lykke Li

lyrics:

“If you like the feeling of a hard rain falling

I have a seafull, I can give you an ocean”

send me a ∞ i’ll shuffle my songs and send you my favourite lyrics

#thanks evelin! #my loves #evelin #ask games

[monsteronfire]

A Mystery | Pt 24

College Student!Jungkook x Reader/OC

Sometimes life presents the things you need in a mysterious way. Jungkook is a college student with a sketchy past and a debt on the rise. If he can’t get his life together he could lose not only his last year of tuition, but his future and the well-being of those he loves as well. Then along comes a ghost named A and he’s left feeling constantly uneasy and in possible danger whenever they interact, but it could be that A has what he needs to keep his life going

———

The car goes dark as soon as your screen does and you toss the phone into the glove compartment with all the others. There’s probably close to a dozen there, all of them little shields that kept the real you safe from your enemies- and your friends. It’s strange to see them now, all dark in a box. One you’ll probably never look into again once this is all over. You feel a small sense of loss. Like letting go of old friends after so many years.

But sometimes such things were necessary.

“M-miss?”

The woman behind you still trembles with fear, even after a nearly two hour drive. Parts of her face are red and slightly swollen, but thankfully you’d gotten there soon enough that they hadn’t done too much damage to her. She sits in the backseat of your car and as you stare at her in the rear view mirror now, you see a bit of Taehyung in her and it kills you a little.

“Don’t worry. I’m taking you to see your son. Get out.”

She hesitates, but you don’t, climbing out of the driver’s seat and walking to the door just behind you. You pull it open and she flinches away, making you wish she remembered you at least a little from before. Your hand goes out to her gently, beckoning her to you.

“It’s okay, I’m not going to let anyone hurt you anymore.”

Again she hesitates, but finally takes your hand and let’s you lift her out of the car. You drag her along down the back street, empty cars and old buildings giving the area an abandoned feel. You spot Jimin’s easily enough, remembering the picture when you looked it up before. It looks empty from this far and you panic for a split second, afraid that something happened or they were dumb enough to leave its safety. However, when you get closer you see them both laying back in the seats speaking quietly to each other. You almost stop when you see Taehyung, his face a storm of emotion and none of it good or happy in anyway. It tugs at your heart, but you can’t make excuses anymore. What happened, happened. All you can do now is make it right.

You rap your knuckles against the driver’s side window and both nearly jump out of their skin at the sound. Taehyung’s face instantly changes to a full on glare while Jimin works to open the window. Taehyung is too impatient to shout at you and gets out instead, only pausing when he spots his mother behind you. Just as he’s shouting for her, Jimin is opening his door and climbing out. His face holds kinder emotions for you and he hugs you when he shouts your name.

“A!”

“Oh Taehyungie!”

“Mom! Are you okay?”

Taehyung and his mom embrace each other, and you release her so that they can have their moment together. He pulls away and holds her at arm’s length, looking her over and whispering apologies to her. As if it were his fault this all happened. You only look away when Jimin releases you, his sweet smile more than you deserve.

“Are you okay? You made it out safe?”

“I’m fine. We made it out okay, but,” you pause and turn to the other two, “... we need to get you two into hiding for now.”

“For now? How long is that?” Taehyung’s anger is potent in his words and had you been anyone else it would hurt more than it does.

“You’re both still in danger. I need to keep you safe while-“

“Safe? Keep us safe?!”

Both Jimin and Taehyung’s mother speak his name lowly, trying to calm him.

“You were supposed to keep us safe years ago, A! I’m inclined to believe you don’t actually know what that word means!”

“Tae, please,” Jimin says again, putting himself halfway between you and his friend. How wonderful this boy must be to trust you so even after what you did.

“It’s okay, Jimin. He has every right, but save it for another few minutes. I need to get you into hiding. We can’t be out in the open like this for too long.”

“I’m sorry, you want me to put my anger on hold right now? Do you even have any idea-“

Your eyes close, your fear mounting into frustration.

“Taehyung!” He falls silent.

“Don’t make me knock you out again.”

He remains silent, albeit a glare still sits on his face. Regardless, you’re satisfied. You turn from the group, walking in a different direction without looking back. Jimin will make sure they follow. He trusts you for whatever reason.

“Crone will be scouring the fucking Earth looking for you two. Until he’s dealt with you need to stay hidden.”

“Why does he care so much about us anyway? Why can’t he just leave us alone?”

“Because he is a man of power. In his life he controls all. Except you two. I took that from him.”

“Not well enough it seems...”

You take them further down the street, the sound of seafulls putting you a bit more at ease. A brick wall built higher than you runs along the end of the road, a fence gate in the center and piles of massive shipping crates in the distance beyond it. The seagulls circle in the sky and off to one side behind the wall is a massive warehouse. The scent of water fills your lungs.

“A shipping yard?” Jimin asks sweetly.

“My shipping yard. Bought it years ago, though it’s set up to still look like it’s run by the city. It functions normally, still runs like it used to, but I’ve added a few tweaks to make it more useful for me.”

“What kind of tweaks?” Jimin almost sounds excited, though you suppose that doesn’t surprise you. He seems to enjoy a more atypical type of life than most, no matter how much he tries to hide it. Out of anyone he’d probably be the most curious about the inner workings of your old life.

“Mostly storage, in the crates and underground, a couple safe rooms and a holding cell. A fallout shelter.”

“Fallout shelter? Holding cell?” Jimin speeds to catch up and walk next to you. You give him a sidelong glance and smirk a little. He’s cute.

“Holding cell for those I need to lock up for a while and fallout shelter mainly in case I need to go into hiding for a bit, but not permanently. But you never know,” you wink at him and he grins, skipping closer to you.

“What’s all in there? How long can you survive down there? Have you ever used it?”

“Is that where you’re taking us?”

You glance behind you, Taheyung’s arm around his mother and a glare still on his face.

“Yes. I was going to put you in one of the safe rooms, but they’re above ground and can still be penetrated by heat detection devices. The fallout shelter is built underground far enough that nothing can detect you down there. Plus there’s first aid stuff down there so you can look after you mom.”

“Who are you,” his mother finally asks meekly. To your surprise Taehyung remains silent, looking from her back to you. Almost as if he’s curious to see how you will actually answer. You turn your attention back to the path in front of you, your expression starting to match his.

“Someone that was supposed to keep you safe the first time you ran from Crone.”

No one says anything else and you’re glad for it. You finally stop at a row of shipping crates, pausing to look around for a moment. A habit. When it looks like the coast is clear, you press your hand into the side of the blue painted container. A rectangle gives way under your touch to reveal a number pad, your fingers punching in the numbers from muscle memory alone. Nine digits and an enter button has the ground beneath you rumbling. You pull Jimin back closer to you as the earth lowers and pulls back under the crate, revealing stairs down to a small door.

“Hurry now,” you say and motion them down the stairs. The old fashioned, pressurized door opens to an elevator that takes you 30 feet underground, giving you an extra few feet to avoid thermal detection. The shelter is small, but equipped with the basics for living underground for a time; up to a year. You flip a large switch when you exit the elevator and lights flicker on one after the other to reveal the sparsely decorated interior.

“Quaint,” Taehyung mocks, leading his mother to the nearest chair.

“It was never meant to be a home.” You reply mechanically, heading past them to find the first aid kit. Jimin is silent while he looks around, awe on his face and his eyes sparkling with wonder. Now that they’re here you realize your mind is beginning to shut down. You got them to safety, but there’s still more to do and if you let emotions get involved, your chances of death and failure heighten. You have a process, like a computer working through the paths of programming when you click on something. When you leave here you’ll become a machine.

As you’d been raised to be.

You return with the white and red box, passing it to Taehyung and stepping back. You likely know more about anything medical than him, but you know if you’re ever going to win back some semblance of your friendship then you need to do this. Let him take care of his own mother.

“You ever gonna give me these answers you keep promising me? Or is it just another empty one?”

His words are harsh and they sting. It takes you a moment, your mind giving you every red flag to not open up like this. But this was a necessity; just like standing back and letting him tend to his mother. Finally you start, your fingers fiddling with themselves for just a second before your hands fall to your sides.

“I have never completely been who you thought I was. For the most part it’s always been me, but there’s always been so much more. I have never been normal-“

“That’s pretty clear,” he mumbles and your eyes narrow a bit.

“I have never been normal, nor have I ever been ordinary. I do not have parents like you do, or sisters, or brothers. Not a family, not in the traditional sense. My brothers and sisters are warriors like me. Killers, assassins, mercenaries. We are rigorously trained from the age of 7 to the age of 20 to be... the best. Combat training, weapons training, intelligence, espionage, sabotage, camouflage, all of it. Whatever’s in your books to describe a ‘spy,’ we learn. We are meant to be soldiers, to fight for her. Whatever her means, we carry them out.”

“Who is she?” Jimin asks, sitting in a chair near the other two.

“Her tale is for another time. All you need to know now is that she trained me to be deadly and I was very proficient at it. Well... all, but the killing part. It was not something I did lightly. I was better at other things. And then I left her at the age of 18.”

“Why?”

“Near the end of my time with the troupe, she grew too old to continue collecting power. She left it to her son, an idiot who was sure to botch everything up. In the transition of power from her to him, many of us left. He tried to send others out after us. Some died, some were captured and returned, and the rest- like me- were lost. We split up, intent on making new lives. I fell into information.”

“Informant,” Taehyung almost spits.

“Yes, in a way. I was a freelance information specialist. I gathered and sold info on the blackmarket.”

“So what made you start working for Crone?”

He’s still so angry, his voice still so full of venom and disdain. You pause a beat before speaking again, your eyes looking up from your hands to your friend.

“You.”

He falls silent, the anger melting away and shock taking its place. Jimin looks much the same, his gaze switching from you to his friend and then back again. Almost comically.

“When I met you and we became friends; when you asked me to help you, I did. I was only a few years out of the troupe so while I had the money and tools to save you, it was not completely. I knew Crone could still find you and I wouldn’t be able to protect you if he did. So I made a deal with him. I could give him the power he so desired as long as he left you and your mother be. He could keep tabs on you, but always out of sight and out of mind. So long as I fed him the info he needed to rise to power, he was to leave you alone.”

Everyone is silent for a long moment, Jimin looking a bit uneasy of what could happen next. Taehyung stares at his lap, quiet, thinking. You straighten as you watch him, your story coming to an end and your task coming to its beginning. You’re not finished yet.

“Why did he come to me then, what changed his mind?” Taehyung asks, but doesn’t look up at you. Jimin stares at you and you motion for him to head to the elevator. He hesitates, but then rises silently and takes slow steps.

“I’ve been working for a few years now... To complete my promise. I could never really keep you safe before, so I started working to do so. If I take down Crone, then there will be no one left to hunt you.”

He looks up at that, shocked. Did he really not expect that of you? For you not to finish this? So many emotions pass through his eyes that for a moment you see your friend. The old Taehyung that knew none of this and still cared for you as you cared for him. And so you do not stay.

Let me keep this moment, you think to yourself.

“Stay here, don’t leave this place until I send someone for you.”

“A?” He speaks as you leave.

You turn and head for the elevator where Jimin stands almost dutifully.

“I told you I had more to do.”

“A wait,” he reaches for you, standing just as he catches your wrist. You pause, but look back at him.

“I’m going to finish this, Tae. When I’m done, you’ll be able to go back to your normal life.”

He opens his mouth to speak again, but you tug your wrist from his grip and continue on. You walk quickly, shoving Jimin into the elevator and pressing the button to go back up. Taehyung calls for you again, trying to reach you before you go, but the door closes and you are left in peace. The ride up is silent and it isn’t until you reach the surface again that Jimin speaks.

“A?”

“Jimin, I have one last favor of you.”

“Anything,” he replies quietly, reaching out for your hand. You don’t have the heart to look at him, instead staring off into the distance.

“I will give you word when I take care of Crone. I’ll need you to come get Taehyung. Can you do that for me?”

He’s silent for a long moment, his other hand coming to clasp yours and squeezing it comfortingly.

“I will.”

“Thank you. Go home. Get some rest, tell the others their friend is fine.”

“Good luck, A. Come back to us.”

Finally you look at him.

“I aim to.”

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A/N: Whew! Okay! So this turned out way longer than I expected! Like I need to learn some restraint I guess. 😅 Anyway, the next part should be out on time tomorrow. It will be much shorter. I hope you guys enjoy this one!

@deolly, @mygukandonly, @doilooklikeinoe, @j-i-m-i-n-e, @ask-blogger-miss-prussia, @titillandux, @d-noona

#bts #bangtan sonyeondan #jungkook #bts jungkook #jeong jungkook #bts smau #bts scenario #bts fake texts #bangtan sonyeondan smau #bangtan sonyeondan scenario #bangtan sonyeondan fake texts #jungkook scenario #jungkook fake texts #jungkook smau #jungkook x you #jungkook x reader #a mystery series

[carmelbythesea]

Where are those “Harry is a huge success” blogs now? Harry has ultimate white privileged funded by a capitalist industry. If an blog is saying “Harry is a success” QUESTION THEM! HSHQ paid $90million to get Harry a #1. They will pay “bloggers” to claim he’s a #1, especially if they pretend to be a Louie or a Zstan.

That Seafull of bullshit, promoting HARRY AS A SUPERSTAR. Also that “new” Zayn and Louis blog that only talks about how “successful” Harry is with his team spending $90 million dollars. What if that $90 million went instead to POC? To fund their education and medical expenses. NOPE!!! Harry Styles want it to promote his celebrity status.

#harry styles #jeff azoff #irving azoff #Sony #rob stringer #hshq

[bella-alva-lovat]

Appreciate the tag @eccentricmya the witty ^^

Fav. Color: Crimson Blood Red

Last Song: The Cult - The Witch (honestly the rhythm is toxic)

Fav. Song: ooh easy, Trapeze - Seafull

Fav. Musician: um ok my taste swings from classic rock to glam rock - no in between -but lemme play favorite and say Jim morrison, Blondie, Deep purple, KISS and Johnny sykes (I know I have a hard time making decisions) and hey don't even get me started on glam rock

Last Movie: um can't recall atm, but i guess it was Pet Semetary adaption (which was a disaster compared to the book)

Last Show: ahs 1984

Fav. OC: can't really pick one. Let's just say I like how we all tend to have these diverse interpretations which somehow can fit into one unified pattern, it's awesome (obviously I meant silm fandom)

Spicy, Sweet, or Savoury: I like it hot as hell bro

Sparkling water, tea or coffee: look coffee is my fuel, and I like my water plain. Can't imagine a life without em

I tag @givesauronakiss @wifeofdarklordsworld @witchy-tombstone-smile @nikkisixxwiththebass @boredhumanfan it's cool if u ignored me

#personal shit #peeksie #i'm an open book #but in like ancient spells not words #tumblr trash #tag game #shitpost

[autiworld]

The present day campaigns of autism awareness, acceptance, self advocacy, inclusion and neurodiversity is an "ideological" or "trendy" campaign!?!?!?

RARELY ON EARTH i have ever seen any such things developed completely through patients' own agony, life-experiences, and complete self interest in a world where we the cognitive minorities are born isolated with seafull amount of ableists and neurotypicals.

Autistic self advocacy blogs give me a feel that they are built of tremendous individuality and lots of agony. Nobody "influenced" them to "be" autistics. They born themselves, now they are looking for a better niche and trying to be understood. They are usually insightful and have the calibre to think of their own.

Asperger syndrome was never a trendy topic. And though there have been a little bit hollywoody trend within a limited audience; large part of these audiences were not likely to accept (or even tolerate) a real life asperger. If asperger were ever a trendy topic, the world would be much better. Given that most of the doctors react like they dont know about asperger (or pretends so at least); and seemingly none of real life people ever heard of it; its not even close to a trendy topic.

#autistic life #ableist bullshit #ableist slurs