arctic desert

anonymous asked:

The winglets make me so emo!! They reveal so much about side characters. Dune used to be so happy and enthusiastic. The only time Deathbringer called his mother "mother" was when she died. Fierceteeth fell in love with Strongwings when he took her to the rainforest. Smolder cried all night when Palm left. Foeslayer's mom knew Foeslayer would fall in love with Arctic and took advantage of her own daughter. Everyone's backstories are so sad :,,(


Zootopia, 2016

In celebration of Zootopia passing $1 Billion at the box office and being released on Bluray today!

I’d like to think Zootopia would make for a great world in Kingdom Hearts! They’ve already acknowledged the movie in KHX, and while that isn’t necessarily a world confirmation it makes me optimistic to think the team at Square has looked into the series already. Zootopia would be pretty different from other worlds because of how varied the setting is, going between the arctic, desert, rain forest and the big city all in one location. How cool would it be to explore areas only touched on in the movie? Also, it would be the only world where Sora would have to change into a different form but Donald and Goofy could stay as they are.

I’m fairly sure world-specific party members are confirmed for KH3 and I’d hope to see Nick and Judy as alts for a Zootopia world. Partially because they could easily be a unit like the Ice Climbers in Super Smash Bros, and partially because I really want to see Nick fight with a popsicle like he does in Disney Infinity, because that was easily one of the best creative choices that game made!

So where are our favorite officer and key-bearer? They’re pursuit of something across that bridge… with any luck we’ll catch up to them soon!

octarine-ash  asked:

Oh my goddd I was scrolling back through your blog and the 1950s lesbian exr is a thing that just could not conceivably be any further up my alley (I realise what this sounds like and I apologise), so I was wondering if we could get another little snippet? No pressure ofc. PS I love your writing and even if we never get any more of tscosi it's still probably my favourite podcast of all time <3


Thank you so much. There will definitely be more Starship Iris eventually, but I really appreciate that.

Re: the fic, I was simultaneously trying to write a historically accurate-ish look at 1950′s American lesbian identity and activism, and give it a bit of a noir feel, which in theory I think you could do because holy shit these women were risking so much, and they had to basically be spies anyway because the FBI was legit trying to keep tabs on them and their meetings. I don’t really know if I’m the person to do it, though; this feels pretty damn far out of my lane, to be honest.

I really wish there was more historical fiction about this cause in this period; you can find some fascinating shit just doing a cursory wikipedia crawl. Like, the first lesbian periodical was created in 1947 by a 25-year-old who was working as a receptionist at RKO Studios; her boss was like ‘just look busy so people think I’m a big deal’ and so she was secretly using company equipment to type and format a zine about lesbianism, like 25 years before the APA stopped calling homosexuality a mental illness.

Anyway, I only wrote about three pages; I stopped when I realized how long it would need to be, and how much work would be involved, and also frankly it’s a lot easier to situate Enjolras in a fic about queer activism post-Stonewall, because the D.O.B.-era organizing tended to be pretty assimilationist. Like, I think their work was important and has been unfairly neglected, but I still think Enjolras in any era would chafe at their gradualism. 

Enjolras isn’t even mentioned by name in this, but uh I think you’ll be able to find her. 

(Head’s up: this is the very opening of the story, it’s from Grantaire’s POV, and she has not begun to work through her issues yet, so quick content warning for period-typical internalized homophobia and self-loathing, as well as period-typical sexism. Also, historical note: from what I can tell, “lesbian” had negative connotations even within the community at the time.)

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anonymous asked:

Hi Blue!! I saw in the other ask you said something about a planet's orbit affacting the seasons? Could u explain?

Yes! What an excellent question. To have a little explanation of gravity and how you can use it in your stories, go here.

Planetary Seasons

A planet’s year is the time it takes for the planet to complete one orbit around the sun. Scientifically speaking, we call this a planet’s revolution period. The most obvious effect this has on a planet is it’s seasons. Seasons occur because a planet’s axis is generally tilted in respect to the plane of it’s orbit. For Earth, this tilt (or obliquity, scientifically speaking) is about 23.5°. Over the course of a year, each hemisphere is tilted alternately toward and away from the sun. During winter, when that hemisphere is tipped away from the sun, solar heating is less effective for two reasons: sunlight is hitting the earth at a shallower angle, and the days are shorter so the sun doesn’t shine as long. The opposite happens in the summer.

On a planet, the intensity of the seasons depends on the latitude, or the angular distance of a position on the planet north or south of the equator. On Earth, the conditions at the equator hardly change over the year, whereas the poles go from uninterrupted daylight to uninterrupted night. But even in temperate latitudes, the effects are not unnoticeable. At 40°N, for example, which is the latitude of Lisbon, San Francisco, Istanbul, and Beijing, the total heating on the summer solstice (the longest day of the year, somewhere between June 20-22) is three to four times as much as on the winter solstice. 

We use the obliquity and latitude to determine climatic zones. The Arctic and Antarctic circles, which define Earth’s polar regions, are 23.5° from the poles, a distance set by the 23.5° tilt of the axis. These circles are simply the outermost limit at which the sun does not rise or set on at least one day of the year. Similarly, the tropics of Cancer and Capricorn, which are 23.5° from the equator, mark the latitudes farthest from the equator where the sun will be directly overhead on at least one day out of the year. This region is defined as the tropics, or “torrid zone” where the seasons are barely noticeable. Anywhere between these two extremes, we call the temperate zones.

Applying This To Science Fiction

The intensity of the seasons is set by the amount of axial tilt. From this we can deduce that seasons themselves are not inevitable. If a planet’s axis were upright, seasons wouldn’t even occur, and differences in the year and placement of the planet in it’s orbit would only be noticeable by the changing patterns of the constellations in the night sky. A small tilt (or no tilt) like in this example would have some subtle implications. For example, much of the water supply in Earthen temperate climates comes from snowmelt. If there’s no winter, there will be no snow, and this means deserts are likely to be more widespread. Because the poles would always receive minuscule amounts of heating, the climate zones would be much more extreme. Some tilt, like Earth’s moderate 23.5°, helps even out the heating over the whole planet. For a planet to receive a completely even heating for both the poles and the equator over the course of a year the value of the tilt would have to be ~54°.

But having a greater value obliquity would cause extreme seasons, and this would lead to extreme climate. For a planet with a tilt of 90°–which would mean lying on it’s side, much like Uranus–the Arctic and Antarctic circles  would coincide with the equator, meaning there would be neither tropical or temperate zones. Seasons would be extreme indeed: for over nearly half the planet, the sun would never set during the summer, and never rise during the winter. Only during spring and fall, when the sun would shine on the planet’s side, would the sun rise and set like we’re used to on Earth. 

What would this mean for my characters?

Well, such an extreme tilt could cause any intelligent species to migrate, in order to stay in more habitable regions. Such consistent mass migration would be a significant part of culture: everything would need to be mobile. This could also cause tensions between groups of people as they try to find space to settle or run into each other while migrating. A culture that depends solely on this nomadic lifestyle could be interesting to explore, and for a real-world comparison I would study the culture of the Mongols.

Otherwise, if migration wasn’t a culture norm for the citizens of your planet, then they would have to be prepared to survive in extreme heat and desert-like conditions, followed by a moderate time, followed by intense and everlasting winter and night. Challenges would include shelter and survival (a species that could survive both desert and arctic climates would be incredibly interesting to develop) and a food source. For humans to live on such a planet would require an abundance of technological advances that you would be free to create for yourself in the realms of your story!

Other Ways to Have Seasons

Believe it or not, axial tilt is not the only way to have seasons! According to Kepler’s Laws, planets travel in an elliptical orbit, which means it does not have to be perfectly circular. If a planet had an elliptical orbit, it would mean that the seasons were caused by differences in distances to the sun! What makes this interesting, is that a planet would experience the whole season at a same time. Which would make it more similar to ice ages and then moderate summers (think Game of Thrones, here). So the planet would have similar day/night cycles like Earth but much more extreme, and maybe even longer seasons depending on the severity of the ellipse. 


Thanks for asking this question! I had such a fun time answering this. I love answering space questions. Also, tag me or send me links to your stories and fics so I can check out your science fiction in progress. 

love Blue

Virgin Meth Reborn: The Taboo

He prepared the points as I undressed. I noticed he didn’t shower and was smelling funky.

“You wanna clean up before we do this?” I asked smelling ripe myself.
“No,” he said preparing the second shot, “I told you this was gonna be a taboo porn.”
“Ok,” I said.

I had no problem fucking him as rank as he was and vice versa. I didn’t douche either so I hoped he didn’t mind poo poo platters. Fuck I ate my own shit on stage and had someone shit in my mouth during a show before. I wasn’t squeamish one bit.

He set everything up and went to the computer and got on something online called The Silk Road, a dark net site where anything and everything is for sale; drugs, human body parts, gargled milk for 50 bucks an ounce, and so on.

He got into a chat room and turned on his camera on the computer and then went to the the digital and turned that on and started recording.

He then he turned on a bright red light which he could actually change the color of with a remote because then he changed it to a bright purple, which mixed well with the red lights that blared everywhere else in the room. Then he turned on a bluish light that was over the bed, which the bed had no covers and a white leather play sheet.

He turned on one more light and this one was pink and it was over the monitor. I look and saw that he had four cameras going though I could only spot two. The other two were hidden but I could guess by the angle where they were. I noticed the chat get really crazy when I sat in the bed in front of the camera.

I guess he had a microphone somewhere close because when I spoke I could hear myself through the computer as well and from what I gathered from the chat, people heard me. They recognized me for sure.

Ha. They know me on the Dark Web. Not surprised.

So Nate sat next to me and got my dick ready for the trimix. I noticed the room go wild! Nate began to explain his motive:

“I do taboo porn which consists of what you see here; drugs, and obviously raunch, which entails piss, shit, cum, and blood. First I will slam in your dick trimix, which will keep your cock hard for hours. Then, I will point you with these two points because I hear you have a resilience to drugs. One point I will push all the way into you.

This one contains 80cc of high grade meth cocktailed cocaine and GHB. The other is another 80cc of just meth and saline but I will only slam you with half of it. The other half is going into my veins. This will all be speculated on cam so with your permission or not I am going to broadcast us playing and doing raunch. If you don’t wanna, cool. Then you gotta tell me now so I don’t waste drugs or my clients time.”

He continued as he prepared,

“Normally I don’t tell the guys I hook up with and I broadcast without them knowing. I get paid well in bitcoins. But you are somewhat of an underground celebrity and also Jim told me not to trick you and to let you know my entire plan. He said if I did that, you would agree and I would make a lot of money.”

“Jim Morrison?” I asked, “I just tripped on peyote in the desert and had a vision of him. He told me…”
“That you were in the wrong desert,” he finished.
“Yes,” I said.
“He told me in a dream to find you there but I didn’t. I gave up looking for you all day so I headed home and by luck you were on the side of the road.”
“You talked to Jim Morrison?”
“I talk to a lot of dead rockstars,” he said, “I have what they call The Gift. I have communicated with the dead since I was a boy in New Orleans.”

“Cool,” I said.
“I guess,” he responded observing the trimix shot, “it gets me info on what I need to make money besides being a shifty medium in California. We have enough of those.”
“Indeed,” I said, “so Jim Morrison told you to find me in the desert?”
“You weren’t lying then. You did work all day.”
“I sure as hell did,” he said as he finished getting the trimix ready and then showing the camera.

“What are you doing?”
“I started a room about getting down and dirty with you this afternoon until this weekend is over. I was told you would have time so I started the chat before I left, charging 1 Bitcoin or 700 bucks for those who want to see us fuck.”

“So why the act in the truck?” I asked rubbing my dick and smiling at the camera.
“I wasn’t sure it was you. I never saw you before. I had heard of you but never seen your pic or your shows, which I have learned are pretty fucking sick.”
“I see,” I said as my dick was getting hard.

I noticed he had people bidding on watching us fuck and the amount thus far which was roughly $10850. My jaw dropped.

Nate noticed and placed the trimix shot near my dick, “so you see I make a pretty penny on the Silk Road. I’m also going to sell these used points over the web for a hefty price.”
“The used needles?” I said looking down at the trimix. “What for?”
“Proprietors want your blood I guess,” he said, “I’m about to shoot you up with the trimix. You ready?”
“Born ready.”

He injects the mix into my cock and I get even more hard than usual. My dick seems bigger as well. I am impressed. He then puts the point in a ziplock sandwich bag and shows the chat and them puts it in a cooler next to the bed. He then insects himself with trimix and his average size cock is meatier and bigger. That one he breaks the tip off in a clear plastic bottle next to the cooler and disposes it into the bottle.

“Right now is free access to the chat,” he continued while rubbing his hard dick, “kind of a teaser for the show. This will entice more perverts to buy into the online show we will perform.”

I started sucking his cock a little and then smiled at the camera and waved.

“Can they hear us?” I asked.
“Not yet though they know you’re talking to them when you do. That’s why the room is all crazy. You seem to have a ton of fans, man.”
“I guess,” I said, “I just gotta know though, what’s in it for me?”
“Can you do me a favor first and drink that entire bottle of Gatorade?” He said, “then I’ll answer your question.”

So I grabbed the red Gatorade and chugged it. He had added a slight amount of GHB to it. I could tell by the tang. I hope I don’t overdose.

“Ok,” I said as I wiped my mouth and beard, “spill your guts.”
“I plan to,” he said. He was being sarcastic of course meaning he was going to shit on cam, get it? Spill your guts?

I didn’t laugh though. I wanted to get to the point.

“Just kidding, Jesus, lighten up.”
“Tell me,” I said.
“Ok,” he continued, “Jim told you that you were in the wrong desert yeah? Well he dropped you a clue didn’t he?”
“I dunno,” I said. “He was vague.”
“He’s always vague,” Nate said getting the first slam ready and donning the tourniquet on me, “but the clue was something usually out of character for a desert, right? That you have to go to a colder place?”
“Uh huh,” I answered looking at him show the needle to our online audience and then he started searching for my vein he was going to inject through.
“Ever heard of an arctic desert?” He said as he quickly inserted the needle into my arm.

He moved out of the way and shows my arm to the chat cam. He drew blood and then slowly pushed the plunger in. I felt an instant pleasurable high though it was slight. He finished injecting me with the meth/GHB/coke cocktail but then pulled back a little blood before removing the needle and the tourniquet.

I felt the rush as he placed the point with blood into another ziplock and showed our audience before placing it into the cooler he had put the first needle before. Then he started to wrap the other arm he was about to slam. I felt fucking awesome.

Why Diversity is Good for D&D, from a Mechanical Standpoint

How to Create and Handle Diversity among the Creatures of your Game

Part 1: What’s been Done, and What Not to Do

If you’ve been following me long enough, you know I’m pretty passionate about including diversity in your fantasy worlds, just on principle. (And honestly, the principle of not being a bigoted grease stain ought to be enough.) But I’m also writing my own fantasy tabletop game now, and I want to take a moment to also talk about how diversity can enrich your game mechanically. (I’ll also take a quick second to plug said game, Project TOF.) Before I jump into how I would go about it, let’s look at how D&D has mechanically used diversity in the past.

Back in the 3.5 days, Unearthed Arcana (UA) introduced the idea of environment-based racial variants for many of the D&D species. Core 3.5 had sort of touched on this with creatures like wood-elves vs high-elves (even if only in the Monster Manual rather than the Race section of the Player’s Handbook), but UA took this to an entirely new level. There were desert, arctic, jungle, swamp, mountain, ocean, and other variants for all of the mainline character species, plus other popular creatures like goblins, kobolds, and orcs. Each of them had their own racial abilities and, usually, a different set of ability score adjustments.

But I’ve always had a major issue with this: If you where to apply this same logic to humans - that living in a different environment makes you a subspecies  warranting entirely different stats in a separate creature  block - it’d get pretty racist pretty quickly. We’re all human, we’re not different subspecies of human just because some of our ancestors lived in a grassland vs a desert or a jungle. In fact, I suspect the writers of Unearthed Arcana knew as much when they decided not to include humans in their list of creatures with environmental variants (with the exception of aquatic humans, who can breathe and live underwater. Fair enough.). I think we’ve all had quite enough of certain unsavory folk this past week month year lifetime who do seem to hold such an opinion regarding foreigners in the real world…

5th edition D&D took a similar route, this time right in the Player’s Handbook, as you’re required to pick a sub-species from the get-go. Many of them are still environment based, and humans are once again excluded from this mechanic. But I contend that if it’s racist to do it to humans, it’s just as racist to do it to the other species of the setting. (Related note: I also contend that dwarves, elves, etc. should be called “species” rather than “races,” as they are clearly not humans - they’re an entirely different species. But that’s a vernacular issue for another post.)

There is, of course, a caveat to this assertion: while it’s not appropriate to create racial variants with different stats from “normal” members of a species based purely on environment, it may be appropriate to do so when a large group of a species’ population has been isolated into a meaningfully different environment for a meaningful period of time - during which the isolated group does not interbreed with the parent group. Then, from an evolutionary standpoint, a new subspecies (or new species entirely) could evolve (be it over time or magically/supernaturally induced). Famous example: the drow, who have lived in the underdark away from surface elves since the fall of Lolth, however many centuries ago (elves live a long ass time in D&D).

Now, I’m not trying to say that the writers of D&D are racists. As many have noted before me, 5th edition has come a long way to include diversity in its material (certainly further than its previous editions). I also don’t think that the writers of 3.5′s old Unearthed Arcana intended to imply that growing up in a different environment made you a different subspecies. But I will say that there are better ways to mechanically introduce diversity to your game. I’ll give my take on it in Part 2.

Through time and space (part 3)

Part one, part two

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“Right then, Rose Tyler and Y/N Winchester, you tell me. Where do you want to go? Backwards or forwards in time. It’s your choice. What’s it going to be?” The Doctor says with a cocky smirk.

“Forwards.” Both you and Rose reply. The Doctor then asks how far forward and Rose goes with 100 years.

“Come on Rose, be a little more adventurous.” You tease. “I say a thousand years into the future.” The Doctor takes you 10,000 years in the future just to show off. You and Rose aren’t buying it.

“Right then, you asked for it. I know exactly where to go. Hold on!” The Doctor says messing with a few controls. When outside of the TARDIS you notice that you’re not on earth- but above it. A small smile forms on your face. “You lot, you spend all your time thinking about dying, like you’re going to get killed by eggs or beef or global warming or asteroids. But you never take time to imagine the impossible, that maybe you survive. This is the year five point five slash apple slash twenty six. Five billion years in your future, and this is the day…” The Doctor checks his watch as the sun flares and turns red. “This is the day the Sun expands. Welcome to the end of the world.”

“No way.” You say trying really hard not to sound shocked. The Doctor laughs and tells the two of you that the three of you should make way to wherever the other guests are.

On the way there, the Doctor gives you some details about what is going on at the moment. The steward stops the three of you, he’s suspicious- also blue. “But how did you get in? This is a maximum hospitality zone. The guests have disembarked. They’re on their way any second now.” The steward points out. The doctor pulls out a piece of blank paper and shows it to the steward.

“That’s me. I’m a guest. Look, I’ve got an invitation. Look. There, you see? It’s fine, you see? The Doctor plus two. I’m the Doctor, this is Rose Tyler and Y/N Winchester. They’re my plus one and two. Is that all right?”

“Well, obviously. Apologies, et cetera. If you’re on board, we’d better start. Enjoy.”

“What was that?” You ask in a soft tone of voice.

“The paper’s slightly psychic. It shows them whatever I want them to see. Saves a lot of time.” The Doctor answers.

“That’s one of the most ingenious things I’ve heard of.”

“We have in attendance the Doctor, Rose Tyler and Y/N Winchester. Thank you. All staff to their positions.” The steward says interrupting the conversation between you and the time lord. The staff quickly gets into position. “Hurry, now, thank you. Quick as we can. Come along, come along. And now, might I introduce the next honoured guest? Representing the Forest of Cheam, we have trees, namely, Jabe, Lute and Coffa.” You weren’t expecting actual walking and talking trees, you’re a little surprised to say in the least.

The steward then announces the other guests, which you tune out because you’re thinking about Sam and Katie, and how much they would enjoy this. You pull yourself out of your thoughts before you go in to deep. “The Gift of Peace. I bring you a cutting of my Grandfather.” One of the trees say. She offers the three of you a potted twig. The Doctor pats his pockets looking for a gift, he can’t find one.

“Thank you. Yes, gifts. Er, I give you in return air from my lungs.” He says before gently breathing on them. He does this for all the guests, guess it works as a gift… the steward then introduces the last guest: the last Human. The Lady Cassandra O'Brien Dot Delta Seventeen.

“That is a mouthful.” You whisper in Rose’s ear. She smiles in response. Now you and Rose were expecting an actual human with limbs and things like that, not a trampoline of skin with a face on it.

“Oh, now, don’t stare. I know, I know it’s shocking, isn’t it? I’ve had my chin completely taken away and look at the difference. Look how thin I am. Thin and dainty. I don’t look a day over two thousand. Moisturise me. Moisturise me.” Cassandra says to everyone else before talking to her attendants. One of them sprays some form of liquid on her. “Truly, I am the last Human. My father was a Texan, my mother was from the Arctic Desert. They were born on the Earth and were the last to be buried in its soil. I have come to honour them and say goodbye. Oh, no tears, no tears. I’m sorry. But behold, I bring gifts. From Earth itself, the last remaining ostrich egg. Legend says it had a wingspan of fifty feet and blew fire from its nostrils. Or was that my third husband? Oh, no. Oh, don’t laugh. I’ll get laughter lines. And here, another rarity.” The other gift is a jukebox. “According to the archives, this was called an iPod. It stores classical music from humanity’s greatest composers. Play on!” You have to hold back your laughter when the trampoline woman calls a jukebox an iPod- there is a huge difference between the two.

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Just Stop Thinking About It

by Samsaran

Yeah, sure. If it was really that simple. How do you stop thinking about it? Can it be done? Sure it can be done. Believe it or not our thoughts are under the control of our will and all we have to do is to use our will to put the troubling thought out of our mind. 

Some of these anxious or sad thoughts repeat themselves. Over and over. The same worrisome thoughts. But why? Why does our mind do this to us? 

Well, what makes humans unique is our ability to project a possible future. That one evolutionary development has allowed us to spread over the entire Earth from the equator to the Arctic and from the desert to the rainforest. 

However useful this ability is it is also a source of great trouble. Our mental time machine will sometimes get stuck on repeat. Then an evolutionary adaptation meant to increase our chances of survival works against us. The repetitive negative thoughts cause anxiety or depression.

This is one of the things the path of Buddhism is designed to control.


Great Horned Owl (Bubo virginianus) is one of the most common owls in the Americas. They are highly adaptable hunters that are able to thrive in environments ranging from arctic tundra to harsh desert and are only absent in the Amazon rain-forest and southern part of South America. Great Horned Owls are one of the few predators that regularly feed on skunks and were described by early naturalists as “Tigers of the Sky”.

My list of musicians that I think are great:
  • Alt-J
  • Arcade Fire
  • Arctic Monkeys
  • Black Lips
  • Bloc Party
  • Cage The Elephant
  • Cat Power
  • Crystal Castles
  • David Bowie
  • Deftones
  • Desert Sessions
  • Far
  • Fleetwood Mac
  • Gang of Four
  • Incubus
  • Joy Division
  • Kaki King
  • Kansas
  • King Crimson
  • King Krule
  • Kings of Leon
  • Led Zeppelin
  • Modest Mouse
  • My Bloody Valentine
  • Neutral Milk Hotel
  • Nick Drake
  • Nico
  • Nine Inch Nails
  • Nirvana
  • Pinback
  • Pixies
  • PJ Harvey
  • Placebo
  • Porcupine Tree
  • Puscifer
  • Queens of the Stone Age
  • Radiohead
  • Siouxsie and the Banshees
  • Sonic Youth
  • Tame Impala
  • The Cure
  • The Mars Volta
  • The Smashing Pumpkins
  • The Smiths
  • The Stooges
  • The Strokes 
  • The Velvet Underground
  • Tool
  • Tupac
  • Tyler, the Creator
  • Villagers
  • Warpaint
  • Wilco
  • Yeah Yeah Yeahs

“Crying Lightning”

Outside the café by the cracker factory
You were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the last of your pick'n'mix

Said, “You’re mistaken if you’re thinking that I haven’t been called ‘cold’ before”
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And offered me your attention in the form of a gobstopper
It’s all you had left and it was going to waste

Your pasttimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I loved that little game you had called “Crying Lightning”
And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons

The next time that I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never looked like yourself from the side
But your profile could not hide
The fact you knew I was approaching your throne

With folded arms you occupied the bench like toothache
Stood and puffed your chest out like you’d never lost a war
And though I tried so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw

And your past times consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called “Crying Lightning”
And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons

But not half as impossible as everyone assumes
You are crying lightning

Your past times consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called “Crying Lightning”
“Crying Lightning”
“Crying Lightning”
“Crying Lightning”

Your past times consisted of the strange,
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called “Crying…”

Prompt: @my-amazing-nerdyness has requested a Part 2 of “Imagine Being Stranded with Bones and Kirk.” So, naturally, I had to oblige.

Word Count: 2,431

Author’s Note: It was fun revisiting this story after I’ve written so much in between. I hope you all enjoy the exciting conclusion to our thief’s story! Part 1 here.

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Part 1, Chapter 10: Thistle

Near the Nevada border, I pulled the truck to the side of the road, cut the engine left the AC on. It is so hot here! Opening the window feels like opening an oven to see if it’s ready for bread – how it feels like you’ve been slapped in the face? Like that. You know, Alice.

I’m staring at my hands. They’re just my hands, like I’ve always had, but…also there is something of Heaven to them, because not that long ago they were touching your hands. How could they be ordinary hands and also hold that memory at the same time? Doesn’t make sense.

I can’t drive while I tell this. Too much to say. I’m going to tell it all Alice. Even the parts you know. I’m going to describe the shape of the monster that is devouring me.

And then I’m going to start this engine, and leave that monster behind.

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