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Jax didn’t want to leave the circus. He CHOSE to stay there. To him, the circus was safer than the real world, and the moment he chose it, it became clear just how unsafe it actually was.
Jax spent this whole show building up walls against everyone else, all while thinking of Caine as utterly predictable.
The show built it up as subtly as possible, but the reveal of Caine’s *profound* selfishness is what I think will REALLY push Jax over the edge.
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Take the memory, leave the shell! Watch what happens when we return seashells to the beach & marine hermit crabs!
Seashells are so important to beaches for a whole host of reasons.
🐚Over-shelling can affect hermit crabs because it reduces the availability of suitable shells for them to inhabit. Hermit crabs rely on empty shells of other creatures for protection and shelter. When there are too few shells available, hermit crabs may be forced to inhabit inadequate shells & pollution as homes, which can hinder their growth and make them more vulnerable to predators and environmental stressors. This can ultimately impact their survival and reproductive success.
🐚Shells provide homes or attachment surfaces for algae, sea grass, sponges, coral and a host of other microorganisms.
🐚Animals such as decorator crabs and octopus use shells as camouflage and many fish use shells as hiding places to avoid predators.
🐚Shells help to stabilize beaches and anchor seagrass.
🐚Shells are used by shorebirds to build nests.
🐚When shells break down, they provide nutrients for the organisms living in the sand or for those that build their own shells. (Shells are a major source of calcium.) I’m a firm believer in when we know better, we do better. I once shelled, and then when I learned all of this, I returned all shells that were not sprayed with a clear varnish to the beach & watched the marine hermit crabs go wild changing shells that were so needed!
The speedpaint of the beach day~
Sorry for the poor quality apparently my iPad can't handle anything above crunch. It's pretty old.
Girl's Day
summer with jjk 🌴
gojo when you ask him to tie your bikini
getting ready for a beach day turns into something a little more complicated after you ask gojo for one small favor.
a/n: i've been in such a writing slump lately, so i'm sorry i've been a little inactive 😭 i've been trying to ease myself back into writing instead of forcing it, and this little gojo blurb somehow made it out of the drafts. i hope you guys enjoy it!
he's sprawled across the hotel bed, one arm over his eyes, dramatically sighing while you finish getting ready.
"you almost done?" he calls, dragging out every syllable.
you crack the bathroom door open.
"satoru?"
"hm?"
"um... can you help me?"
he pushes himself up, fully expecting a question about sunscreen or sunglasses—until he steps around the corner and sees you.
his thoughts stop.
you're standing with your back to him, one hand holding the front of your bikini in place while the strings hang loose.
"can you tie it?" you ask, gesturing over your shoulder. "i can't reach."
for once, satoru gojo is completely silent
"... cat got your tongue?" you tease.
he huffs out a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.
"you wait until now to test my self-control?"
you grin. " i just need a knot."
"yeah," he mutters, stepping closer, "that's the problem."
his fingers brush your back as he gathers the strings
warm.
steady.
and absolutely betraying how fast his heart is beating.
"you always this nervous?" you ask lightly.
"i'm not nervous." it comes out softer than he meant.
you glance over your shoulder, clearly unconvinced.
he focuses on the knot instead.
loop. pull. cross. anything to keep his eyes down.
"there," he says.
the bow is neat.
secure.
his hands linger for a moment before he lets them fall.
"you can look now," you laugh.
"i was looking."
"oh, i noticed."
"... didn't say i was sorry."
when you finally turn around, his eyes meet yours.
long enough for his grin to falter.
long enough for him to realize he is in wayy more trouble than he thought.
he clears his throat, slipping his sunglasses onto the bridge of his nose.
"...let's go to the beach."
you tilt your head.
"what happened to all that confidence?"
he opens the door, holding it for you with that familiar crooked smile.
"i left it in the bathroom."
you laugh, slipping your hand into his as you walk past him.
by the time you make it to the beach, his arm is around your waist before anyone else has the chance to look twice.
