#language of the ocean

[longreads]

In her new book, My Oceans: Essays of Water, Whales, and Women, Christina Rivera explores nature, the sea of language, different types of intelligence, and the power of naming the ineffable:

Though this Anthropocene dictionary is online and exists in no paper, printed, or otherwise material form, I was so strangely thrilled that I created one for myself. I printed out each word onto a notecard and stacked them on my desk. Their physical existence brings me joy, this naming of things I have felt for a lifetime, but which had no official recognition. Words like:

Neopangea, neo-­pan-­jee–­uh: A hypothetical way of thinking the world is no longer geographically separated.

Kincara, kin-­car-­uh: A person of any gender who plays a loving, maternal role in raising children they have not physically birthed.

Shadowtime, shad-­ow-­time: The notion of a time scale in which the near future will be drastically different from the present.

Read “Quieseeds,” our exclusive excerpt from Christina’s book, on Longreads. The book is available on March 15 through Northwestern University Press.

[downfalldestiny]

Love language 🖤🤍 !.

[ocean-sunfish-linguist]

In the United States of America they call the Mola Mola the Ocean sunfish.

[theanonymousninja247]

Pretty Random Turtle Thunks: Sway

Rating: Cookies and Cream (16+ plz and thank you)

Do you ever think about Leo and how he’s the king of Insomnia?

He knows a little something about what it’s like to be haunted. To have your bones ache with the ghosts of weary exhaustion; a feeling that unfortunately more often than not makes one feel more dead than alive.

He understands the drag of having to pry your eyes open for just another day, plaster on a smile that stopped feeling real years ago and then attempt to go at it with only half energy in your cup.

Leo understands the rolling around feelings of restlessness, like the waves of a dyspeptic ocean, never settling.

Never still enough to ever find peace.

So can you imagine when Leo finds out one way or another (as he so often does, clever turtle that he is) that somehow you are plagued with a similar state of mind?

It may be for various reasons: work, family, life, responsibilities etc etc and despite the variety of it all, he probably would get it more than most. For despite all the differences, there is a startling amount of connection, a unique relateablilty if you will, between the two of you, that unconsciously draws him close. It’s because of this connection that his heart just… sinks. Leo may very well be a swashbuckling charismatic pirate for all these years he’s learned to travail against his insomnia seas. But you…

You are no such experienced sailor.

The waters of sleep are relentless in their cruelty in their attempt to escape you. And ever in lucks favor, and that being none at all, you are found hopelessly drifting, never to find your own serenity amongst the ever agitated waves.

Perhaps it is that fabled connection that draws Leo close to you tonight, or the fact that you were starting to look like a pale, drawn out tired sail, more than Leo ever cared to see.

He had seen enough ghosts in his own mirrored reflections. Your eyes did not need the weight of such horrors. They were last place he ever wanted to see haunted.

So with actions trickling from his own well of compassion, Leo wordlessly sweeps you up into the cradle of his arms, even despite your indignant squawk something reminiscent of a seagull’s cry. Not that he minds or even will admit to ever listening to you as he begins to rock you.

Back and forth. Back and forth. Back. And. Forth.

Despite all his bravado, Leo never truly believed he was ever worthy of the title of hero. He would fight everything and everyone, including himself, to prove it to the world, to prove it to you, if he could.

And yet…there was something empowering about the feeling of you in his hold.

The way your eyelashes fluttered slowly shut, the hitches of your breath steadied and the planes of your face smoothed. Leo didn’t feel the need to take on the world, not anymore, not when his whole entire world was now here resting in the security of his arms. And so, much like a boat resting in the embrace of the calmest waves, Leo rocks you in the simplest of sways, humming the softest of tunes as he holds you close against his plastron. Silently praying that the beat of his heart would be the siren’s call that would set the rhythm for which you could finally fall asleep. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back. And. Forth.

…

Do you ever think about Leo and how he’s the king of Insomnia?

[the-cat-demon]

the ocean is a he/it genderfluid lesbian send tweet

[memoriesofthingspast]

🌊

[eetydk]

js found out the whale trick and texted Cove abt it

[ghost-bxrd]

How would Bruce and Cobb react to Selkie!Jason trusting them with his coat? Like maybe giving it to them if they're upset or just in general trusting them to protect it 🦭🪙

Crossovers are literally taking over my brain rn

Bruce would treat the coat like the most fragile piece of spun glass and marvel at the softness. He’d be so, so happy the skittish little Selkie boy he adopted feels safe enough to let him touch a piece of his soul and trusts him to keep it safe. Bruce would be hyper aware of any signs from Jason that he wants his coat returned to him the entire time, mildly terrified he’ll accidentally do something to spoon the kid.

Cobb would pretend like he could care less and treat it like any valuable trinket a court member hands him, casually but with the utmost care. But joke’s on him, Jason totally saw him pull a knife on a curious Court member that came a little too close to the coat for comfort, even though the poor guy was just trying to reach the door to the left of the Talon.

(The coat is always safest with Cobb. No contest. The Talon would sooner allow himself to be beheaded than let the pelt come to harm. And usually he’s too scared he’ll damage the soft fur to pet it, so Jason makes a game out of draping it around his shoulders every once in a while, pretending like he doesn’t see how Cobb sometimes indulges himself and rubs his cheek against the fuzzy seal fur.) 🪙🦭

[thistransient]

最後的一天

[midwestaesthetics]

Faroe Islands, Autonomous Territory of the Kingdom of Denmark...

[willfullwanderer]

wonder who this is!

[ph4nt-mp]

I see your Scottish pirate-accented Wind, and I raise you my hawaiian pidgin english-accented Wind

[haveyoulistenedtothisalbum-poll]

Tracklist:

Start • Thinkin Bout You • Fertilizer • Sierra Leone • Sweet Life • Not Just Money • Super Rich Kids • Pilot Jones • Crack Rock • Pyramids • Lost • White • Monks • Bad Religion • Pink Matter • Forrest Gump • End

Spotify ♪ YouTube

[quatregats]

I'm actually enjoying Forester's writing much more this second time around, because I think I'm comparing it much less to Patrick O'Brian. However I must say that any time that he says anything in a non-English language I am immediately weeping and begging for Patrick "actual French translator" O'Brian back again :')

[starleska]

just watched the Darmok episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation and i can feel my heart ripping in two. the joy of gradual shared understanding. the language based on an evolving mythos of events which can reflect any and every future event. Picard and Dathon becoming part of that mythos because of Dathon's sacrifice and Picard forging a new path for their species' relations. ohhhh God it's so good 💔💔💔

[beingharsh]

Ocean Vuong

"Reimagining Masculinity", The Paris Review / On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous / "Old Glory", Time Is a Mother