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One of the most beautiful photos ever captured by Philip Waller Photography.
Why are all the prettiest things the worst thing to actually experience?
Oceans: Down the sea
Every ship is alive; with memories, it's crew, its captain, and sometimes- even its past.
Tags/warnings: Pirate!Jungkook, Siren!Reader,just not your tradition mermaid kind of siren, I don't know what to call it just read it pls, angst, near death experience, blood, mentions of crime, he's a pirate what did you expect, strangers to lovers
Jungkook and his ship are undeniably bound together by more than just simple convenience- and everyone knows about it, though not all believe it to be true. After all, it sounds more like a tale mother's tell their children; a pirate captain in love with his ship's Siren.
You're sitting on the bowsprit, your song echoing over the ship, a soft tune to calm the seas and persuade her into granting you a safe journey, at least until your next stop. Strangers call your kind bad luck, witches, or even worse things down the line. But Jungkook had learned that you're more than just a lost Siren bound to the ship he'd repaired and taken back out to sea with his crew. You're a blessing more than a curse; connected to the very waves that carry the vessel and him wherever he sees fit.
And while his crew had been wary of you, and your agreement had been nothing but professional at the beginning, there was no use in denying his growing emotional connection to you after a while. You're more than just a daughter of the sea; you're more than just the main part of drunken men's dreams.
You're his.
He slowly walks closer, and you end your singing to look down at him, before smiling, eagerly making your way down the bowsprit, almost jumping into his arms with playful nature, making him chuckle as he holds onto you. The wind picks up, pushing into the sails, moving the large ship a bit faster across the waters. Slowly, everyone walks onto the deck, rubbing the sleep from their eyes while jungkook brushes some hair out of your face. "Did you sing the entire night again?" He wonders, and you nod, arms around his neck as you look at him.
"I cannot steer the ship alone." You tell him, a teasing tune to your voice. "And when you all sleep, how else am I supposed to keep you safe?" You wonder, and he smiles, pressing a short kiss to your lips.
"You're a blessing, you know that?" He tells you, and you grin, before detaching yourself from him, jumping onto the corner of the ship, holding onto a mast.
"So I've been told." You tease, and he smiles.
"By whom, I wonder?" He retorts, looking around the mast you hide behind; your face suddenly in front of his.
"A very handsome pirate out at sea." You say, and he hums out a reply, walking to the front of the ship again, your feet following him, before you hug him from behind. "Though he sometimes has some foolish ideas."
"My ideas are brilliant, take that back!" He argues playfully, holding onto you as you try and escape his grasp with laughter. But he won't let you.
He'll never let go of you.
When I gaze at the sea, I feel a sense of connection, as if we are two elements that share a common bond despite the differences between us.
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海を見るとき、私は海とのつながりを感じる。まるで私たちが、違いはあっても共通の絆で結ばれた2つの要素であるかのように。
imagine if the oceans were replaced by forests and if you went into the forest the trees would get taller the deeper you went and there’d be thousands of undiscovered species and you could effectively walk across the ocean but the deeper you went, the darker it would be and the animals would get progressively scarier and more dangerous and instead of whales there’d be giant deer and just wow
Ocean painting practice
tried my hand at teeny pixel arts!
World Oceans Day
You took the softness of my snow and left only the cold.
You took the music of my ice and left it blankly stagnant.
It's the only colour,
those deep red poppies and indigo aconite trickling down my cheeks, released by the frozen tears I've cried over all your thoughts untold.
You stripped my skies of any stars and aurora, shattered even the moon, and left not but a fragment.
Emily Yvonne
sun or moon? stars or clouds? sea or sky? silk or velvet? sunrise or sunset? early morning or late night? wood or steel? oceans or rivers? snow or rain? diamonds or pearls? pastel or primary colours? gold or rose gold? rosé or wine?
