#beachrocks

[beachwalker11]

It's been too long, take me back to the water's edge.

[love-elizabeth]

So grateful this snowy egret let me live out my mermaid dreams by taking a picture on his little island of rocks. 🐦 🌊 🧜🏼‍♀️ #bradenton #bradentonarea #nature #beach #gulfcoast #ecoprincess #snowyegret #egret #beachbirding #birding #birdwatching #swimsuit#sunshineskyway #tampabay #beachrocks #beachcore #ocean #annamariaisland #myannamaria #islandlife #floridacore #florida #loveFL #manateecounty @visit_bradenton @visitannamariaisland @visitflorida (at Anna Maria Island) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cg7hDAFuqgT/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[acreativeco]

Rich red with a little swirl! This beach find turned out beautiful after some tumbling and wire design! 😍

[czhorrorshow]

I found out yesterday that two of the rocks I found when I visited the Cape in Massachusetts are wishing rocks! According to coolandcrazythings.com: “For a rock to qualify as a true wishing rock, there can be no splits, no outrunners, (…) Most of us have seen striped rocks, but to find one with just a single perfect line is not easy. Popular lore holds that if you keep a wishing rock in your pocket (or nearby) and make wishes on it, it will help your wishes come true.” #beachrocks #wishingrocks (at Manhattan, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/CfwKueFu_TI/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[expressionalgratitudeofahuman]

✧༺♥༻∞

[ruffianbandwidth]

Hello fellow netizens living within the collapsing society that is our shared reality! It's a wonderful place, where the future truly is now. However, we don't have flying cars, communal bases on the moon, or even the bare minimum of what 21st century post-scarcity promised - you know, the type of world where all of our surplus capital and productivity is converted into less work and basic guaranteed rights and freedoms. No, instead we have a world of increasing inequality, decreasing democracy, and impending insanity where all of us are atomized, turned into commodities, and repeatedly exploited on a daily basis! What a time to be alive and on this planet together, but also (mostly) apart, siloed and alienated as we are, trapped behind our screens, grinding out a precarious existence, tethered to the chains of capital as they slowly squeeze our souls dry!

Okay, but all of that aside, it truly has been a while (over three years to be exact). Within that time we have all had to ride out a pandemic, various wars, scandals, brutalities, uprisings, gasps of infinitesimal justice, and a world that is increasingly coming apart at the seams due to all the contradictions of capital. Personally, I got married, adopted 3 cats (lost one cat to health issues), landed my first "career-esque" job, then changed careers, and in the process moved to three different states. And yet here I am, proving once and for all that Tumblr is one of the only true constants in life. Yes, it seems that against all odds I am finally once again at a place in my life where I can wax on into the void that is the Internet, sharing songs and thoughts with you all. I've missed it.

Anyway, this new sad-boi jam (blueberry jam?) from Field Medic seems very apropos for my (re)introduction, and probably sums up the dire mental straits that many of us have navigated during the past three plus years. The album that this song is from, "grow your hair long if you're wanting to see something that you can change", came out earlier this month, and, like all of Kevin's releases, it is a raw and relatable beauty. A gem of true intimate universality, and I'm looking forward to seeing him play on November 1st. Until next time folx (hopefully sometime before 3 years from now).

[blorbologist]

37 feeblemind vax and your choice

37. Feeblemind

You blast the mind of a creature that you can see within range, attempting to shatter its intellect and personality. The target takes 4d6 psychic damage and must make an Intelligence saving throw.

On a failed save, the creature's Intelligence and Charisma scores become 1. The creature can't cast spells, activate magic items, understand language, or communicate in any intelligible way. The creature can, however, identify its friends, follow them, and even protect them.

[Oh y’all are gonna hate me for this]

It’s been a while since Keyleth has felt like a natural disaster. Do asteroid impacts count? Because she makes the ground buckle and splinter so hard she hopes that damn moon feels it.

She shouldn’t take any pleasure in it. This is work. But this is also saving the world, this is what she was born to do - this is what she hasn’t gotten to do, in a long while, and it feels good to let loose and roar with the fury of the world itself. 

As an Earth Elemental, most of her understanding of the world comes down to vibrations - she feels more than hears the metal screaming in protest as its foundations are ruined. Instinctively, she can see the movements of all the very, very squishy people around her, though it takes a moment to differentiate the Ruby Vanguard from her people. Best of all, the boulders of bulk make pain only a slight sandpaper scrape -

Keyleth can’t see Ludinus turn to look at her. Intuit it, from the heavy unease that quiets her thoughts. Birds stop singing when a predator is about - it’s a lot like that, being looked at by a wizard. 

It’s familiar, is what she means, and she knows how to react to it. 

She can’t. Is the problem.

She can’t, because she - 

She can’t.

He did something. Something - something terrible, something just as familiar. With his mouth - words. Couldn’t hear it, not with the roaring end of the world. But he did and this is - she knows but she doesn’t and it’s terrifying.

She sees familiar faces. Another mage, a pretty mage, a safe mage. A dragon, and the mere memory makes her earth arch into scared spines. Too many teeth, too many, and with no order to them, just predator and scared and furious and she feels the same and she -

This shouldn’t hurt. But this thing is prying her apart, stone by stone and sending grit flying and it’s worse than blood because it’s part of her, and she’s smaller with each strike until she’s - she’s not. 

She’s not, and that’s shocking, to be herself again, and she’s not - she can get a lot more hacked off her like this, she realizes, as the blade smiles with mud that looks red under the moon and the woman lifts it.

Move. Move. She can move - but it’s a stumble back on her elbows, and that’s not what should move, it’s her mouth. Move in the right way, she knows the sounds she needs to make, so why can she only scream - 

(It is better, that she knows what’s coming? Even like this, even when she knows nothing, nothing of what she should. She knows the darkness. She met it in foam and beachrocks, once. It’s not that bad. It might even be better than this terror, this everything wrong, because he might be there.)

(If she were a dragon, at least she could tear them apart. The dragon tore apart her friends. At least she knows what a dragon is - primeval, the fear for great reptiles that dig you out of your nest to eat you even as you wake.)

(All this time before it comes and she can’t - she can’t - she can’t use it for anything but trying, and trying, and not -)

She isn’t scared of birds. Maybe she should be, in the same way scales and teeth send her heart running. 

Her world is black feathers. Feathers are downy nests and hair and comfort. A dark night, many dark nights, where she sheds her skin and finds his warm. Wings beat, heavy, and her heart tries to slow to match them. 

Feathers mean him mean her world is whole, even when she isn’t.

She hadn’t - they shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be here.

He is.

There’s something on his lips. It should mean the world to her, she knows. It should mean she’s safe. 

She can move. They haven’t robbed her of this. She could reach out and touch him.

Frozen not by terrors beyond her, but by confusion, by her own confusion. Her own fear, that she doesn’t know who he is, even when she should, she should, better than her own - it’s on her mind every night, every night, and she can’t think it now and can’t say it to him and the shame mingles with the fear with the easing in her tense muscles and she can’t.

Can’t. 

And then she couldn’t if she wants to, because he’s gone, and she doesn’t understand. 

Not sure she wants to - maybe, maybe like this, it hurts less.

[Send me a spell and I'll write a ficlet/snippet to go with it!]

[thecosmickight]

46 for the ask game ♡

Shimmer

The afternoon sun sat behind Ryuuji as he climbed over the loose, jagged slabs of beachrock. His scuba gear was slung across his back along with his sea net pack he was hoping to fill with fish and crabs.

As he climbed over the last slab of beachrock that blocked his sight of the sea a shimmer of light caught his attention. To his left what looked like a river of black seemed to lay across the rocks. Ryuuji crept closer to the water while keeping his eye on the black object. There was a possibility that it was just a seal, which he hoped it was, but as more of the object came into view he felt his heart freeze in his chest.

The black object was a long, black, sleek tail. The tail fin at the end resembled that of an Orca's and now that he could see more of the Mer, he could could confirm that it was an Orca Mer.

Who was staring at him and was now in-between Ryuuji and safety.

[rudyarias]

Concept Test Model: Gabe Hughes Mother Agent: Marie P Anderson Designer: Richard Dayhoff Stylist: John Henry Edington Nikon F5, AF Nikkor 180MM F2.8D IF-ED Film: Fomapan 100 ISO: 100 #naturallight #naturallightportrait #editorialfashionphotography #fashiondesigner #fashionphotographer #rudyparias #rudyariasphotography #unedited #nikonnofilter #nikonF5 #nikon #blackandwhitephotography #filmphotography #uneditedphoto #pursuitofportraits #fomapan100 #fomapan #filmisnotdead #makingportraits #fashioncampaign #supremeshutter #oodt #ootdfashion #photooftheday #photoofthedays #beach #beachrocks #exnflplayer #exmiamidolphinsplayer #tattoomodel (at Washington Oaks Gardens State Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cj3vapruybF/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[twistedcatmeow]

Generosity is not merely about money. Money is but the smallest aspect of generosity.

Generosity is a frame of mind. Generosity is kindness, openness, non-judgment. Generosity is the willingness to not only give someone the benefit of the doubt, but to believe that they meant something in the best possible way. Generosity means that others are on equal footing with you.Generosity allows you to not be in so much of a hurry that you cannot let people ahead of you if it seems appropriate.

When was the last time you were truly generous in action?

Take one day this week and work, really work, at having a generous mindset. Do not be in a hurry; instead, trust that you will be there at exactly the right moment. Make conscious decisions to see things in the best possible light. Avoid thinking that you are better (or worse) than others. Breathe.

When the day is over, see if you didn’t have a really good day.

#Generosity #Mindset #HowTo #DoThis #Consciousness #PracticalSpirituality #SelfImprovement #PersonalGrowth #DailyMessage #365DaysToEnlightenment #Ayamanatara #BeachRocks

[cheapbananas]

DO NOT play your femcel virgincore whispersing electropop nonesense music in my car! THIS IS A SACRED PLACE! *puts on the most distorted, busynoise losercore beachrock youve ever heard in your life*

[grumpygorman]

i drift skywaves like they knowmy name and mend me in theirembrace, while atop beachrocks, swimmers pause togawk as i’m carriedoff intospace.

[acreativeco]

Stone Sunday!!! A mixed lot of treasures found here and there tumbled to show their individual beauty and charm. They could be yours! CLICK BELOW! https://acreativecompany.etsy.com/listing/1472229013 #rocks #rockhounding #rockhound #tumblingrocks #tumbledrocks #beachrocks #oceanrocks #treasures #rocksofinsta #california #californiarocks #beachrock #beachpebbles #beachpebble #beachstone #beachcombing #beachfinds  #bandedrocks #rockcollector #rockcollecting #rockoftheday #geologyrocks #geology  #rockpolishing  #rocktumblinghobby  #rocktumbling #rocktumbler  #loverocks #etsy #etsyshop

[washwashgalaxy]

Trip to the beach By Ian Hall

Trip to the beachRocks like elephants from behindMoving out ocean boundRounded smooth by the indefatigable Frothing and lacing waves over timeBoth wounded and perfectThe sand was the whitest yellowThe rocks random and prominent Amongst the water,waves and sandThe cauliflower clouds layered over grey skiesThe symmetry was not and was obvious It was a distraction A merger Ever changingEntropy…

[jdelrivero]

Eternal steadiness of a spotless rock

#rock #sea #beach #beachrock #longexposure #fujifilmXT3 #xf1024mmf4 #fujistas #fujifilm_es #abr2023

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[mellalugosi]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Bare Minerals Loose Mineral Eyeshadow in Beachrock..