Dec 10, 2019
Nautical Aesthetics↴
Lighthousecore
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Nautical Aesthetics↴
Lighthousecore
Anon’s Fantasy:
After getting my heart broken i escape society to live in a lighthouse by the sea where the wind is strong and the waves hit hard. there amongst the fog and sea i find solace in the passing ships
what evokes lighthousecore for me:
muddy boots
a thick cable knit sweater + a black beanie
windburn on your cheeks
seaside rock walls
the scent of salt + low tide
gazing upon the horizon waiting for your seafarer lover to return
tiny, slightly cramped cottage bedrooms + kitchens
cottages by the sea in general
watching as dark grey clouds overtake the sun
the ecstatic feeling you get when a friend comes out of town specifically to see you
long, thin, and winding staircases
your overcoat blowing in the wind
handheld lanterns and candle holders
clenching a pipe between your teeth
scruffy white beards
the inherent spookiness/haunted-feeling of old lighthouses
sea storms and violent waves
stargazing + constellations
dingy old ropes with frayed ends
seagulls
mismatched tea set you bring out for special occasions/visitors
the remnants of old docks + boardwalks overtaken by the seas + storms
torn and old, but still warm quilts adorning your bed
handmade scarves, hats, mittens, etc. given to you by a lover, mother, grammy, friend, etc.
white paint peeling off of bricks
Anon’s Fantasy:
I'm an early 20th century lighthouse keeper and my lover is a sailor in the Navy and he's been sent away to war. We write longing letters to each other when we can and I keep them all in a scrapbook waiting for his return. One day, I'm out standing on the rocks in a storm and I see a ship approach and help guide them to shore and when I go to help them get off the ship to wait out the rest of the storm, the first person who comes and greets me is my lover and we kiss (and we're both men 😳😳)
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@adhdgoat’s Fantasy:
A love between a lighthouse keeper and a waif who dances on the jacks, the keeper is irish and grumpy and the waif is teasing and gentle with his old salty heart and they weather the storms together and stay warm from the cold