When-Lighting-Strikes

Pines 2004 – Down East North Carolina, March 2004

Jesus was fond of saying, “Those with ears, let them hear!”

It’s the same as saying, “You have to know what I mean

Before you can understand what I’m saying.”

Or, “You have to have thought about this,

Wrestled with it,

Before you can grasp what I have to say about it.”

Or, “You can only hear

What I am articulating

If you have cultivated and nurtured and watered it to the point

Of bursting into bloom when the light strikes it.

Otherwise, all will be dark, no matter how brightly the sun shines.”

In every generation there are those who say what needs to be said,

And those who can hear what is being said.

And there are those who say only what has been said,

And those who can hear only what has been said.

And there we are.

fortress

anon asked: # look at me one last time, smile like nothing’s wrong, so when i miss you i can remember 👆🏻this, kinda angsty and sad but with happy ending!!! With exo kai jongin please, thanks a lot!!!;)

paring: you x jongin
genre: angst
‘look at me one last time
smile like nothing is wrong
so when i miss you i can remember’


you stop your car when the red light strikes. tiredness is slowly creeping into your movements and you eye your mobile phone to see what time it is. the dull headache is your enemy and when you start driving again you have to focus so much on the road. you can hear soft guitar music playing in the radio but it is set on the lowest volume just not to disturb your maneuvering.

your job is becoming more serious and you have to deal with great number of human tragedies. when you pull over and stop engine you softly bump your forehead onto plastic interior of your vehicle. inhaling deeply you count in your mind numbers of future cases which are on your shoulders. taking your coat and bag you make your way towards elevator. it is late night and you can tell that jongin will not be pleased. somehow his career and your job are the first topics when both of you are arguing. and oh, those arguments become your daily routine.

opening front doors and quickly throwing your high heels to shoes closet you smile when your feet touch cold wooden floor. your apartment is completely dark. you have to switch lights on when you walk into the kitchen and try to make yourself a cup of hot green tea.

‘where were you?’ you spin around and you regret your fast action when your vision starts to become blurry and you have to catch yourself onto standing nearby chair. you can see that he was sleeping by his attire and pillow mark on his left cheek.

‘i was working’ your hand twitches when he crosses his arms on his chest. ‘i was expected to finish huge case but i was left alone because my assistant is on her birth due’ sitting and watching him you feel almost trapped.

‘it is almost two am’ his tone has sharp ending and you wince. you are tired, sleepy and you have to wake up early and now he is trying to start another argument. ‘i will ask once again. where were you?’ he lean onto the table making you look at him. you roll your eyes and loudly sigh.

‘i was working. why am i being questioned? jongin when you are practicing till dawn it is okay?’ your tone is vibrating with emotions and fatigue. he forms his lips into perfect thin line and you can hear his erratic heartbeats.

‘go to the bed’ your cup almost burns your fingertips.

‘excuse you, you are not my mother’ irritated you stand up and almost are in the hallway when he catches your elbow with his angry face.

‘if you are cheating on me’ he can’t finish his sentence cause in the first seconds you slap him with wide eyes.

‘i am sleeping in the living room’ running away from him you close the door to bathroom and slowly sit beside them with tears on your face. you feel so wrong for punching him but also you feel wronged by his words. you push your knees to your chest and sob quietly when you hear soft knock. ‘what?’ your voice is broken and tired, so tired of this mad circle of work, arguing and losing your tears because of him.

‘i’m sorry. please sleep with me in the bedroom’ his sentence is so soft that you almost jump and open the door but in reality you still sit on tiles in your poor mood. ‘i’m just tired and that world tour is making me so nervous and so not like me’ moving your hand towards doorknob you open it and wait for him to crawl to your side. his strong arms envelops your person in hug and his minty breath is tickling your neck.

‘i’m so tired’ your whisper makes him shift and carry you to your bed. his huge brown eyes are sad but his posture still remains in angry mood.
-
you pull over in the parking lot and eye time with bloodshot eyes. 2:48 am. you sigh with resignation and headache. swaying you make your way to the sixth floor. when you sit in your armchair you almost fall asleep.

so it is work, huh?’ your eyes open and you see his figure in the darkness but you are too tired to answer him so you nod and curl yourself into fetus like form. ‘i don’t believe you!’ you can hear his footsteps and suddenly you are pulled by your arm.

your head swings and you have to deal with overwhelming nausea but when it gets worse you push him and run towards bathroom and there you empty your stomach with miserable sounds. when you sit and try to stand up you can feel that it is impossible due to many black spots dancing before your eyes.

nini!’ gasping you try to tell if he is coming or not but you are met with silence. another spasm takes over your body and again you empty your guts. when you feel like walking you make your way towards kitchen and when you see that you are left alone you scream with frustration. inhaling you grab your keys and sweater and you go towards parking. you can see silhouette standing near your car and you blink rapidly when you open all of the doors in your machine.

‘where are you going?’ you look at him but don’t answer throwing your bag in the back sit. ‘are you feeling unwell?’ crossing your arms and not facing him you can tell that his anger vanished and now he is as lost as you are. ‘do you wish me to go with you?’ shaking your head as no he pushes himself from the side of vehicle and stands before you.

‘i’m going to the hospital. i can’t be sick now’ he slowly catches your chin and makes you look at him. you almost forgotten how his touch makes you feel like. his fingertips play with your full lower lip when he kisses your forehead and later your nose knowing how much you hate when he does that.

‘be careful, okay?’ nodding firmly he giggles and crushes your parted lips with his own. you lean into his body heat and his tenderness missing yours intimate moments. ‘still i can ride with you’ his whisper makes your skin cold.

‘you have practice in few hours’ his thumb makes circles on your cheek when he kisses you again with his tongue making its way into your mouth. you close your eyes feeling dizzy. parting you bump your nose on his adam apple. ‘i’ll be back soon’ squeezing his hand you sit in the driver sit and he lowers his height to pat your head.

hey, smile for me’ you look at him with soft laugh. smiling at him and waving him he tells you that he is going to miss you. you lower the loudness of the radio to concentrate on the road. even though the hour is late the roads are occupied. seeing your green light you slightly add more speed just to drive this crossroad in time.

later you feel nothing.
-
you can tell that something has happened. firstly you cannot open your eyes and secondly you feel as if you crushed into stone wall. you can hear soft buzzing of machines and more high pitched sounds. trying to figure out what is happening you move your fingers and wince feeling pain from your right arm.

‘are you awake?’ moving your head towards sound of jongin’s voice you feel as if all of your muscles were on fire.

‘where am i?’ you are shocked to hear your voice. so hoarse and dried. fluttering your eyelids you are met with white ceiling and shape of silver machinery. on your left you can make the shape of your fiancé .‘hospital?’ when he nods you try to remember what and how.

‘some drunken driver crushed into you’ his voice is full of venom and you wince remembering your arguments. ‘you are okay now’ his fingers taps inner skin of your hand. ‘you have broken arm and leg that’s why you are unable to move perfectly. your ribs, in fact four of them is crushed so it is painful for you to breathe. your neck is sore from the impact so you have the medical collar. you had small inner damage but doctors have operated it and now you are safe’ his sentences are teary and you could hear his broken words.

‘nini’ his lips cracks and his face hovers above yours. his tears splash on your skin but you try to concentrate on his person fighting with overwhelming feeling.

‘i’m so sorry. i was such a fool. please forgive me. i’m not able to live without you and when they called me i remembered only your sad faces and your last smile when i told you to do so and i was so terrified that our last memory would be based on those unhappy moments i…’ his sob shakes his whole body and you try to soothe him but all you can do is to lightly squeeze his fingers. ‘i love you, so much. and when they told me that it was miracle that baby is safe i was so angry at myself that i’ve let you go’ your mind is running circles when you hear word ‘baby’ so you voice it out loud and he looks at you with his huge brown eyes and frown. ‘you didn’t know? oh, god’ he sits and covers his face with his hands and you can hear and see him crying.

‘safe?’ he frantically nods and when you drift into sleepiness you can feel his warmth next to you and you know that it will be better. it will be.

I’m a flame
You’re a fire
I’m the dark in need of light
When we touch, you inspire
Feel the change in me tonight
So take me up, take me higher
There’s a world not far from here
We can dance in desire
Or we can burn in love tonight

Our hearts are like firestones
And when they strike, we feel the love
Sparks will fly, they ignite our bones
But when they strike, we light up the world

Our hearts are like firestones
And when they strike, we feel the love
Sparks will fly, they ignite our bones
But when they strike, we light up the world
We light up the world

I’m from X, you’re from Y
Perfect strangers in the night
Here we are, come together
To the world we’ll testify

Our hearts are like firestones
And when they strike, we feel the love
Sparks will fly, they ignite our bones
But when they strike, we light up the world

Our hearts are like firestones
And when they strike, we feel the love
Sparks will fly, they ignite our bones
And when they strike, we light up the world


I’m a flame
You’re a fire
I’m the dark in need of light
When we touch, you inspire
Feel the change in me tonight
So take me up, take me higher
There’s a world not far from here
We can dance in desire
Or we can burn in love tonight

Our hearts are like firestones
And when they strike, we feel the love
Sparks will fly, they ignite our bones
But when they strike, we light up the world

I’m from X, you’re from Y
Perfect strangers in the night
Here we are, come together
To the world we’ll testify.

 tagged by @highgaarden , and i answered coz i can deny her little and also coz man its been ages since i did one of these and i have missed it

1. Write your name in song titles

(K)now it aint right, M.I.A, natsumi tsunami, we make love like origami
(H)urricane jane, the black kids, you headbutt me coz you thought it was cute
(A)nthonio (berlin breakdown version) , annie,  lying from the boy from Ipanema
(D)evil like me, rainbow kitten surprise, shake me all out if I’m wrong, for you, for you.
(I)n the valley below, peaches, I’ll be raising my hands when the lighting strikes
(J)unk of the heart, the kooks,  You’re a lover of the wild and a joker of the heart, but are you mine?
(A)labaster, foals, she’s a light in the dark, she’s out of the door

I brush my teeth to ‘know it aint right’  every morning. Every. Morning.

Also ideally the music video to ‘junk of the heart’ would involve me and lee pace performing a quick, steppy partner dance as lovers straying apart. in an ideal universe dancing isn’t mortifying torture to me. an ideal universe would also involve tom hardy with his sleeves rolled up as he does my dishes/laundry/other menial household chores in a picture of domestic hunkiness, as already previously discussed with hannah

2. Why did you pick your URL?
i opened tumblr on a whim one day and needed a url/name. one of my all time favorite songs at the time was ‘she’s thunderstorms’ by the arctic monkeys long before they became sexy bluesy folk and blew up with AM in a cloud of new teddyboy-chique. i have absolutely no chill about how much i love the entirety of them and their career, but i knew it was love the first moment i heard cornerstone when they were just some obscure rando white boy band from Sheffield and i was still in high school and still discovering music and my bro had left his laptop with us when he returned to England for boarding school, and his laptop was full of all this new music i’d never heard, and it was my first foray into indie rock that wasn’t sam’s town (because my hometown doesn’t have a damn rock radio station) and  i knew immediately that this was auditory love and that that this was for life. and basically, in ‘she’s thunderstorms’ one of my favorite lines in that song was ‘she came and substituted the peace and quiet for acrobatic blood flow, concertina cheating heart beat. Rapid fire.’ and that felt like me, or a version of me i’d like to be romanticized as, so i put it up. 

3. What is your middle name?
none of yo damn business yo. also  i have like fifty middle names so this is probably for the best

4. If you could be any fictional/fairytale being, what would you be?
i’d be the puss in puss in boots, all that swag man, damn.

5. Favourite colour?
i am partial to bright , bright yellows. not necessarily as a fashion choice, i just like seeing it. it makes me happy.

6. Favourite song?
oh man oh man, there are so many! i do have some songs which i feel have super defined me or moments in my life, i could try to give you like fifteen that you didn’t ask for and most of them would be part of the same bunch of indie rock losers i.e the strokes,  but my all time most important song would have to be…

11th dimension by Julian Casablancas

it came to me at a really crappy moment in my life, and every line in that song is pure gold, is such a lesson, is so catchy and wonderful. it’s a message that hit me right in the soul the exact moment that i needed it to, and continues to do so to today.

every time i hear this song it nourishes my soul and uplifts me, it tells me, don’t be sad, won’t ever happen like this anymore, that it won’t end here, your faith has got to be greater than your fear, that you forgive them, even if they are not sorry, drop your guard you don’t have to be smart all of the time

and so much more, it’s just full of golden, golden lines. very genuine, and very dear to me. please listen, all of you, i hope it does the same thing it did for me, for you. ALSO IT’S SUCH A WONDERFUL JAM. ALSO JULIAN CASABLANCAS? I WAS IN LOVE WITH HIM SINCE 2011, AND IT HAS NOT ABATED, THIS FERVOR. I MEAN HOW COULD YOU NOT LOVE THIS SONG???

7. Top Three Fandoms?
lol i’ve been so lost these days, but regrettably tvd because it just kind of sucked me in and i’ve made a commitment and i need to see it through and the wonderful people i’ve met in this fandom kind of help me get through the life it involves. also BITCH, PEAKY BLINDERS YOOOOO. I don’t post much on it but i am passionately in love with everything peaky blinders - such great, great story telling, also british gangsters ughh ugh UGH SIGN ME UP BIIITCH.

Lol what do i even do on this site? third fandom? i guess hot dudes. does that count as a fandom? plz see my tags; to do list - WAIT, I REMEMBER, TEEN WOLF!!!! LOL I FORGOT THAT TYLER POSEY IS MY SON.

But yeah. i’m pretty much all over the place, very chill, very flighty, very interested in the presentation of hot dads in media, which is a trope/aspect of tv that i subsist on. it is my bread and butter

8. Why do you like tumblr?
because it’s just so caj, there is shitposting and sjw posts, and chill shit, and it’s just a hodgepodge of crap. it’s so easy to use, and it lets me be as private or as public with my life as i need to be. also it’s kind of like a social media that allows me to exist seperately of the people i know irl who infest other social media, and it’s so much easier to breath and express one’s self here. it’s deffo the only social media site that i’ve been so consistent with and actually enjoyed. also tumblr rules.

Tag Nine People

i tag ten of these hos, hannah’s already tagged some of the only hos i know on here, so i’m just going to double tag to remind you guys to get on it , give you that shove; @theviolonist@margoatrobbie , @eenasbabysmom , @acronymed , @knives-and-lint, @staarked , @hammertimeallthetime , @littleredlungs, @goldcaught and @queensmaker

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​A crazy 3 a.m. sunrise in Disko Bay. There’s no end to the patterns these icebergs can present, and when the light strikes them in such a way it all really comes together wonderfully. If you’d like to experience and shoot this unbelievable place yourself, see my new ’Tales of Arctic’ Nights Greenland photo workshop next summer for a week of immense icebergs, jagged mountains and playful whales. The wrokshop is already half full so hurry up to secure your spot. You’re welcome to follow me on facebook and Instagram , where you can get a first look at my images, as well as get all the info about my work, photo tours and other news. To receive updates on all things regarding my photography, please subscribe to my mailing list. For prints and licensing, please contact me directly. Canon 5D3 Canon 16-35mm f/4L IS Disko Bay, Greenland


Erez Marom: Photos
VANTABLACK

Vantablack is the darkest material known to a man. It is a substance made of carbon nanotubes absorbing 99.965% of the light. It is composed of a forest of vertical tubes which are “grown”. When light strikes vantablack, instead of bouncing off, it becomes trapped and is continually deflected between the tubes before eventually becoming heat.


It could be applied in buildings as a very efficient way  to insulate houses, however, currently the material is very expensive. 


Kygo Feat. Conrad Sewell - Firestone (Bassanova Remix) by Bassanova on #SoundCloud

When they strike, we feel love. Sparks will fly, they ignite our bones. When we strike, we light up the world.

Our hearts are like firestones
And when they strike, we feel the love
Sparks will fly, they ignite our bones
But when they strike, we light up the world
—  Kygo

Beautiful shiny light…
On a project, workin’ up ideas on what to do. So far refraction has come up to me. If you can’t quite see the writing on the picture, this is what it is saying:
Refraction. -When white light is refracted, it can turn into a rainbow. Objects such as prisms can refract the light.
Art.
(See art/diagram).
(In water).
-When light strikes water, it bends towards the normal, because the density of water is different than the density of air, therefore it slows down in water, and speeds up in the air.
Art(2).
(See art/diagram).
…And that’s about it…