earth wind and wait for it

the signs as abandoned places

ARIES Abandoned gas stations, beholders of tumbleweeds and roadside tales, filled with dead fuel yet frozen in time, eyes on the passengers with their hands and hair out the window, haunted by old desert songs and engines revving behind it.

TAURUS: Abandoned bars, stools turned over, a ripped flyer shouting BABES BABES BABES hanging off the bulletin board, a lost motorcycle tire, glass shattered, and the spirit of hell still living somewhere inside.

GEMINI Ghost towns, at the base of old mountains, houses with shutters like eyes and doors like mouths, swallowing stories whole, convenience stores still stocked with stale bread, cabins and headstones still peeking out from behind fairy wood brambles, nature stretching into steel, ready to come alive with a shift of the wind.

CANCER: Abandoned motels, empty pools filled with deflated flamingos, the sign out front screaming VACANCY forever, each room a different anthology of guest book tales, smashed television monitors and a love note ( or goodbye note ) caught up in the rust of the honeymoon suite.

LEO: Abandoned theaters, stages dented with the ghosts of performances past, torn scripts scattered across floorboards in a mess of Playbills and shattered eyeglasses, broken lights and tattered dress hems, mannequins poised at an eternal act one.

VIRGO Abandoned train stations, cars sprayed in a kaleidoscope of graffiti, drifters still starting fires in some of the shells, grass growing over old gears, ghost conductors with no destination, rails intersecting at odd angles like flowers and bones.

LIBRA Abandoned campgrounds, rattlesnakes and desert blues, dead hot and forgotten, a shelled-out RV and the dry lake where the kids used to play, swallowing up broken toys and flat tents, showers crawling with critters, vintage t-shirts printed with campground bears promising that it’s still “the happiest place on earth.”

SCORPIO Abandoned amusement parks, soggy coaster cars paused mid-ascension, cheap thrills and screams still stagnant in the air, ferris wheels trembling in the wind, clown faces distorted and torn down the middle, a mascot head smiling out from the overgrowth.

SAGITTARIUS Abandoned renaissance fairs, an acre out of time, fake pirate ships swinging, fairy wings trying to fly, dead flower crowns tangled with bright ribbons and peasant blouses shed by the lake, empty squares and old stage buildings, Arthur’s sword caught at the entry, still waiting to be pulled.

CAPRICORN Abandoned toy stores, broken pinball machines, ghost clowns, and popped balloons, playing cards stuck to the floor, a crooked house of childhood horrors, teddy bears bleeding stuffing, and a funhouse mirror distorting the distorted. 

AQUARIUS: Abandoned piers, driftwood split down the middle, coastline the last alive thing, neon lights still calling Gatsby home from the horizon, but promising only the ghosts of mermaids washed ashore, tires and bottles filled with sand, dead trees spouting from old rocks, branches a wind chime of ripped dresses, forks, and seashells on strings.

PISCES: Abandoned waterparks, slides overlooking entire old cities, perfect for climbing, hoses and pools now scrawled over and used as skateboard ramps, kids climbing over the old towers and ladders in their bathing suits when it rains, pure want as their tickets in, yelling, “We’re still here, we’re still here, we’re still here!”

Flora for the Zodiac

The signs as various myths and legends surrounding the origin/creation of certain flowers (not the flowers directly associated with each zodiac sign).


ARIES // Amaryllis (Greek) – A love struck maiden longed for the handsome Alteo, but he was cold to her. In a desperate gesture, she pierced her heart with a golden arrow and walked to visit him every day. On the thirteenth day, beautiful scarlet flowers bloomed along the path from every drop of her blood. Alteo fell in love with her, and her heart was healed.

TAURUS // Rose (Greek) – Chloris, the goddess of flowers, found one of her beautiful nymphs dead in the woods. She cried, and turned body into a flower. She asked her husband Zephyr, the wind, to blow the clouds away so Apollo could shower her in sunlight. Dionysus added nectar for fragrance, and Aphrodite added pure beauty, then named it for her son, Eros, and hailed her the “Queen of Flowers”.

GEMINI // Foxglove (Celtic) – Foxgloves from “Folks Glove”, as in fairy folk. Fairies would hide in the bell blossoms and wear them as petticoats, caps and gloves. If you pluck the foxglove, it angered them and they may play tricks in revenge! Fairies would give the flowers to foxes so they wouldn’t get caught raiding chicken coupes. With the magic gloves on, they could steal eggs without making a sound.

CANCER // Pārijāta (Hindu) – Pārijāta was a princess who fell in love with the sun god, Surya. However, he left her for another. When he deserted her, the princess became hopeless and committed suicide. From her ashes grew a tree. Unable to stand the sight of the lover who broke her heart, the flowers only bloom at night under the eyes of the moon, and she sheds them like tear-drops before the sun rises.

LEO // Sunflower (Greek) – The nymph Clythia was in love with the God of the Sun, Apollo, but he shunned her and courted a princess. Jealous Clythia told the king who, furious at the princess, buried her alive. Saddened, Apollo went back to heavens without a word. She lay on the ground distraught for nine days, watching him, hoping for a single glance. Clythia wasted away and became a flower, whose petals still follow his chariot across the sky each day, waiting for forgiveness.

VIRGO // Aster (Greek) – When the god Jupiter decided to flood the earth to destroy the men constantly at war, the goddess Astraea was so upset she asked to be turned into a star. Her wish was granted, but when the flood waters receded she wept for the loss of lives. As her tears turned to stardust and fell to earth, the beautiful aster flower sprung wherever they landed.

LIBRA // Anemone (Greek) – Chloris, the goddess of flowers, was married to Zephyr, the god of the west wind. Zephyr fell in love with a beautiful nymph that served Chloris named Anemone. Jealous and angry, the goddess banished her to keep them apart, and Anemone died of a broken heart. Zephyr resurrected her as a flower. She withers every winter but returns every spring to greet Zephyr with open petals.

SCORPIO // Peony (Chinese) – Queen Wu was disheartened to see only winter jasmine in her garden. She wrote a poem to the goddess of flowers asking her to make everything bloom that night instead of waiting for spring. The next morning, all flowers flourished except the peony, which refused to bloom out of season. She was offended and banished it. Once gone, it bloomed beautifully. Furious, she ordered it to be burned – however the next year, the burnt peony grew back. With black petals.

SAGITTARIUS // Pa'u-o-Hi'iaka (Hawaiian) – When Hi'iaka, the goddess of island nature, was a baby her older sister, the Volcano goddess Pele, left her on the beach while she went fishing. Due to a storm, Pele was gone for a very long time. When she returned, she found flowering vines had grown over the baby to shield her from the sun. Hi'iaka now wears them as a skirt to protect her on adventures and in the forests.

CAPRICORN // Aconite (Greek) – As one of his twelve labors, the hero Hercules was sent to fetch the three-headed dog Cerberus from the underworld. With the help of Persephone, he was successful. The spittle of the beast dripped upon the rocky earth, and from it sprang the first aconite plant. The purple wolfsbane flowers are elegant, but it’s leaves and roots are deathly poisonous.

AQUARIUS // Iris (Greek) – The goddess Iris would bring messages to the gods across the sky, appearing to mortals as a rainbow. She acted as the link between the heavens and earth, where she left irises of many colors, the three upright petals symbolizing hope, valor, and wisdom. If purple Irises were planted over the graves of women, it would summon the Goddess, who would guide the dead in their journey.

PISCES // Water Lily (Brazilian) – When the moon goddess, Jaci, hid behind the mountains, she’d take beautiful girls with her and turn them into stars. Naiá, a girl who loved the goddess, dreamt of becoming a star, so she roamed the mountains every night. While resting by the lake, she saw the moon’s reflection, dove into the water and drowned. To reward Naiá for her sacrifice, Jaci turned her into a star different from all the others – the star of the waters.

A woman I used to take care of would stay in her pajamas and watch Rachel Ray in the morning. English breakfast tea with just enough milk to make it light. She’d make jokes about staying dangerous when buying a spontaneous extra can of cream of mushroom soup. Some of us never lose our jokes.
 
My best friend closes her eyes when the summer wind runs its fingers through her hair. She inhales deep, like she’s about to dive down into the sun. It is something special to watch someone fall in love with the world.
 
My husband keeps an art gallery of growing greens. There are wildflowers on the windowsill and succulents by the back door. He tells me the snap peas are almost ready to harvest; that he can’t wait to show our kids how the earth works, how good things require care.
 
In small glimpses, I am stealing snapshots of people in their purest moments. I am pasting moments over. I am scrap-booking the good in humanity, the little visions of light, and saving it when everything else goes dark.
—  Schuyler Peck, The People I Know
“Ted... I’ve got a serious question.”

Ted the Animator: “Huh? Wait, what’s wrong?”

Carl the Animator: “Nothing huge, just… do you have a second?”

Ted the Animator: “…I’ve never seen you like this before. Did someone die?!”

Carl the Animator: “No, no, chill, I’ve just got something bugging me right now. Can we talk?”

Ted the Animator: “Yes! Yes. The pen’s down, just say it… goodness, you’re freaking me out, here.”

Carl the Animator: “Ok, well, here goes…. I think I can do it. Deep breaths, staying calm… just need to–”

Ted the Animator: “JUST *SAY* IT!”

Carl the Animator: “…speaking of staying calm.”

Ted the Animator: “Sorry, sorry… suspense about seemingly-bad things always freaks me out.”

Carl the Animator: “Well, uh… to put it simply… when I was a kid, I’d watch Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer, and–”

Ted the Animator: “…wait, what?

Carl the Animator: “In Rudolph, they have this song, and–”

Ted the Animator: “What on earth does this have to do with anything?”

Carl the Animator: “The song the elves sing… why do they sing abou–”

Ted the Animator: …wait, all that wind-up was for a question about freakin’ Rudolph? I thought you were seriously traumatized over something!”

Carl the Animator: "This is a very serious and traumatizing matter.”

Ted the Animator: ”…huh?”

Carl the Animator: “Have you seen Rudolph before, Ted?“

Ted the Animator: "Like, meaning the ‘60s Christmas special? Uh… yes?”

Carl the Animator: “Do you remember the elves’ song?”

Ted the Animator: “l think? Sorta?”

Carl the Animator: “Have you ever really thought about it?”

Ted the Animator: “…no. No, Carl, I haven’t.”

Carl the Animator: "I envy you. There are darker implications hiding just under the surface.”

Ted the Animator: ”…”

Carl the Animator: “Part-way in, the elves perform their big song for Santa. Not just any song, mind you – one praising and extolling the virtues of Santa, and how their lives revolve around him.”

Ted the Animator: “…uh-huh?”

Carl the Animator: "Doesn’t it seem just a little weird to sing a song like that directly to the subject? Either they have an unhealthy adoration of their employer, which is creepy, or Santa requires them to sing it, which is even creepier.”

Ted the Animator: ”…hm.”

Carl the Animator: “And it doesn’t end there. Oh no, that’s just the beginning.”

Ted the Animator: “Uh-oh.”

Carl the Animator: "During their song, we see all these reactions where Santa’s irritated…” 

Carl the Animator: ”…even unwilling to mask his disappointment and boredom.”

Ted the Animator: “Not exactly his jolly old self, huh?”

Carl the Animator: "Not at all, Ted… not at all.”

Carl the Animator: "And to top it all off, at the end, he just says ‘Well, it needs work. I have to go’…”

Carl the Animator: "And just leaves, slamming the door on his way out.

Ted the Animator: ”…oh.”

Carl the Animator: “No thank-you given. No ‘Gee, elves, I really appreciate this tribute you’ve practiced all year for me.’ Santa gives them nothing but a reminder that they don’t hold up to his standards, and further neglection.”

Ted the Animator: "That… wow.”

Carl the Animator: "In that moment, as a kid, I realized the true villain of the story wasn’t the Bumble… it was Santa all along.

Ted the Animator: ”…I had no idea Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer was an allegory for emotionally-abusive relationships.”

Carl the Animator: “We can only guess as to what Yukon Cornelius and his sled dogs might represent.”

I wish I could write about fields of lilacs
Not the bodies
And I wish I could write about majestic sea-whales
Not their bodies
Filled with parcels of our food tablets

Let me make an overbold
Sure to be foolish in 20 years statement at 24

A poet’s job should be to write what must not be written
What burns your eyes when cast into the light
Because you’ve been waiting to hear this your whole life,

“Friend, I was walking down the street and heard the wind say this and thought I should let you know.

‘The earth is dying
And I am dying
And everyone needs you
To write about lavender instead.’"

—  “Lavender instead” by Ben Aaron
No Longer

Summary: Bucky reflects on your relationship. 

Pairing:  Bucky x Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 335

A/N: Something a bit different, but I really like this one. It gives me poetry vibes.

Originally posted by bovaria

He no longer thinks she is beautiful.

He no longer thinks she is his other half.

He no longer thinks she is The One.  

No longer.  

Bucky knows from science class that the sun is the centre of our solar system, a gaseous orb floating and spinning in space. To him, the centre of his solar system wears his t-shirts to sleep, sips tea on rainy days, and serenades him when he can’t sleep.  Any room that is gifted with her presence shines, the drops of light painting a mosaic on the walls just so, a masterpiece of reds, oranges and yellows marvelous enough to rival Van Gogh’s.

She’s not beautiful, she is radiant.  

At night, when the sun is extinguished outside, he finds it in her kisses.  The heat burns like an inferno when he hears the sounds she makes, when they are both breathless and she whispers his name. And in the morning, when he wakes from the darkness and sees her sleeping face, the light comes all at once; not a switch of a dimmer, the illumination of a spotlight in the show only for him.  A brighter and happier yellow than the yolks in her famous fried eggs.

She’s not his other half, she is his everything.  

Hers is the only face he wants at the end of a long day.  Struggles feel like the gusts of a hurricane, but when she is there the wind passes and the gentle warmth of her rays come. He wants to spend the nights wrapped in bed with her, until it’s impossible to tell where he finishes and she begins, scents mixing to create a perfume better than the most expensive Chanel.

She’s not The One, she is The Only One.  

Bucky has the ring box  as he approaches her, heart in his hands, about to beg the sun to warm his earth forever. He is no longer going to wait to spend the rest of his life with her.  

No longer.

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Feigning The Connection

Prompt: You seem so invincible. But just touch you and you’ll wince. You have secrets and trust no one. You’re the perfect example of betrayal. Because anyone you’ve ever trusted broke you. Thrust into a new world, will you be able to stay alone, or will Bellamy work his way in.

A/N: So by far number one was leading in the polls, and i’m super excited as I always see these type of stories on the Bellamy Blake Imagine tag and have always wanted to do one. This will of course be a Bellamy x reader but will also follow all canon plots of the series. THIS WILL BE A LONG SERIES. SUPER LONG. Sometimes I might combine two episodes or skip one because that episode (in my opinion) wasn’t as important.

BUT BE WARNED, I will not continue this story if no one wants. Each chapter i’d like at least one or two people letting me know to continue on to the next. I don’t want to put all my effort into a story no one wants to continue to read when I could be putting it towards ones you’d guys like more. But if people want it, i’ll happily oblige to continue it. I am very excited for this story!

I will also try to upload the chapters every few days or once a week!

Based off of: The 100 01x01

Pairing: Bellamy x Reader

Warnings: none.


Originally posted by darlinglostcrank

Your palms were sweaty, extremely sweaty though you paid no mind to the sweat that trickled down your skin as your head rattled against the head of your seat. Strapped in, nothing much could move except for the annoying shake of your head and the rumble of your own stomach.

Yells of panic could be heard around you but you paid no mind as you closed your eyes and tried to stay focused on keeping calm. Being thrust to the ground with only quite literally a moments notice was not exactly how you expected the day to go. No, you expected to be left in your cell for the day and to make no human contact whats so ever. Instead, you were roughly man-handled by the guards, knocked out and woke up to find yourself on a ship.

Apparently, you and the rest of the delinquents around you were the test subjects for the ‘good commoners’ up in space. You didn’t care. There was no one up there looking out for you or waiting for you, the only thing that annoyed you was that you were being used as a lab rat for some kind of ‘is earth in-habitual’ test.

Suddenly the rattling stopped and you heard a click as you felt your restraints loosen. Opening your eyes, you unlocked yourself, nearly being knocked over as a girl with blonde hair ran past you and crouched on the ground. “Finn, is he breathing?” You heard her frantically ask, and with curious eyes, you allowed yourself to walk over to her and the boy ‘Finn’, finding an unmoving body below them.

“The outer doors on the lower level.” A distant voice said and suddenly there was a mass of people rushing towards the doors. You faintly heard the same girl from before try to warn them that we couldn’t open the doors, at least not quite yet. 

“Bellamy?” Turning your head, you watched as a brunet haired girl rushed over to one of the guards. Everyone fell quite as the two hugged and shared a sentimental moment, you turned your head at the sight, slightly uncomfortable. The same girl from before quickly interrupted the moment though; “hey why aren’t you wearing a bracelet?”

“Do you mind? I haven’t seen my brother in a year:” 

Murmurs suddenly echoed as every one began naming the brunet girl. “No one has a brother.”

“That’s Octavia Blake.”

You saw her face contort in anger and with a sigh, you shoved your way forward. “Would you all shut up? What the hell does it matter.” You grumbled and with another sigh, you turned back to Bellamy and apparently Octavia. You’d heard the stories. The girl hidden under the floor, but honestly you didn’t understand what the big idea was. She was just like every other person.

You made eye contact with Bellamy as he regarded you with guarded eyes before smiling and turning to his sister. “Let’s give them something else to remember you by, huh? Maybe the first person to walk on earth in a hundred years.”

Your heart began to beat frantically again. Just outside those doors was earth. No space. No space station. No cell. Soon enough, you heard a creak and you had to squint your eyes as the brightness from the sun slightly burned. You were use to darkness and stars, not blue skies and a yellow sun.

There was silence as Octavia walked forward slowly, and she took the final jump down onto earth. You let a small smile slip as she cheered and everyone began running off the ship and onto the ground. You waited for the crowd to disperse before you yourself step off. The fresh air was something you never experienced before, and on the Ark it always felt constricted, here if felt as if you could breath perfectly fine.

You laughed, rejoicing in the way the wind moved your hair slightly back and you felt as if you could finally breathe. You rejoiced in the way you could hear cheers from around you, and looked over to see every other delinquent laughing. It made your heart feel warm and allowing your gaze to wash over, you let your curiosity take over as the same blonde girl from before walked off. 

Walking off from the others, you followed behind her shortly reaching her. Stepping forward, you opened your mouth to speak before a voice cut you off; “why so serious princess?” The blonde girl turned, finally regarding the newcomer and you. You turned yourself finding ‘Finn’ or at least that’s what you remembered being his name, standing beside you. “It’s not like we died in a fiery explosion.”

She shook her head and look towards you, you shrugged; “he’s not wrong.”

“Try telling that to the two boys who followed you out of there seat.” She shot back to him and you stifled a laugh. Finn glared at you playfully and you shook your head, 

“You don’t like being called princess, do you princess?” 

The girl shook her head, “see that peak over there?”

“Yeah.” You replied, stepping up beside the two. 

“Mount Weather. There’s a radiation soaked-forest between us and our next meal.” With wide eyes, you turned towards the mountain and felt your heart sink. You shared a look with the two beside you as the girl grumbled; “they dropped us on the wrong damn mountain.


“We’re on the ground.” Looking up from your hands, you shot up at the group that had crowded around the blonde girl, who you learned was Clarke and Wells, who you’d recently met. Walking up to the crowd, you stopped beside Bellamy and Octavia.

“We need to find Mount Weather.” Wells explained. “You heard my fathers message, that has to be our first priority.”

“Screw your father.” 

“I agree with Wells.” You said, stepping up. Octavia’s eyes fell on you and with a roll of her eyes, “who the hell are you anyway?”

“Y/N.” You replied, shaking your head. “Wells is right. Mount Weather is our only source of food. We need to get to Mount Weather. Not because his father said so but because the longer we wait, the hungrier we’ll get. How long do you think we’ll survive without supplies?” You asked, referring to the whole group. 

Clarke stepped up beside you, placing her hand on your shoulder. “We’re looking at a twenty mile trek, okay? So if we want to get there before dark, we need to leave. Now.” Nodding your head silently, you agreed.

“I’ll go.” You volunteered, Clarke smiled at you and you nodded. 

“I got a better idea. You three go. Let the privilege do the work for once.” Bellamy spoke up and you narrowed your eyes. Stepping forward you begin to say something before Wells spoke up; “you’re not listening. We all need to go.” Suddenly he was shoved forward, and flinching, you watched as a boy with longer hair smirked.

“Oh look everybody. Chancellor of earth.” He laughed. 

“You think that’s funny?”

“Guys stop!” You tried but they ignored you as the boy shoved Wells, making him fall forward. Clark lurched forward but someone grabbed her. You grumbled at the sight of these immature idiots.

“No. But that was. All right.” The boy moved forward to push Wells again, you ran forward to grab the boy, pulling him back. He turned on you ready to fight before Finn jumped down from seemingly nowhere and smirked up at the boy. You immediately let go, knowing Finn had it and stepped slightly back. 

“Kids got one leg. Why don’t you wait until it’s a fair fight.” He said, tilting his head to the side. He made eye contact with you, “and maybe don’t push around those smarter than you.”

“Hey Spacewalker.” You all snapped your head over to Octavia, who sauntered forward. “Save me next time.”


“Four of us. Can we go now?”

“Count five.” You smiled at the four, walking up. You hefted the bag over your shoulder, smiling sweetly up at them. Clarke smiled reassuringly up at you, and Finn winked. 

“Sounds like a party for six, count me in.” Octavia clapped walking forward. Bellamy stepped forward; “hey. What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“i think she’d going for a walk.” You teased, crossing your arms and smirking over at Bellamy who glared at you. You smirked, uncrossing your arms before Clarke’s attention on you pulled you away.

“Hey!” She called, shocking you as she grabbed your wrist forcefully. You gaped at her, trying to pull your hand back. “Were you trying to take this off?”

You shrugged, confused; “yeah so?”

She glared at you, just as equally shocked; “so this band transmits your vital signs to the ark. Take it off and they’ll think your dead.”

“Should I care?” You replied.

“Well I don’t know. Do you want the people you love to think you’re dead?” She asked, shaking your head you pulled your wrist from her grasp.

“I don’t have anybody anymore.” You replied shortly. “Nobodies gonna care if i’m dead or alive up there.” And with that you turned. “can we go now?” You asked, walking off in the direction.


Cheering, you watched with a wide grin as Jasper swung across the lake. “Jasper!” You yelled, clapping when he made it across unscathed. You smiled at him when he made eye contact with you and turned, holding up a sign before you that read ‘Mount Weather.’

You felt a breath leave you in relief as you turned and smiled at your companions. After a tricky but amazing journey you’d finally made it and you didn’t feel like you were gonna starve of food anymore. “Whoo!” You cheered along with him, smiling as Finn yelled his name.

You were about to step up to go across but froze when a spear sore through the sky and hit him directly in the chest. You felt your breath leave you and you go stiff as he fell back and smacked the rock with his back. There was a deafening silence as everyone looked around for who threw the arrow.

You opened your mouth, calling his name in pure shock, barely registering Finn telling you to get down. You didn’t move until Monty grabbed you around the waist and yanked you down against the rock they were hiding against. You tried to breathe calmly but all you could envision was Jasper with a spear through his chest and you could hear your own heart beat.

“We’re not alone.”


There will be more Bellamy in future episodes, but there isn’t much originally in the first episode. As well as, as much as I love Bellamy, he’s kind of a dick in the first few episodes and Bellamy and the readers relationship have to grow. It will all connect. I hope you all enjoyed!

Part 2?

hey, so, a while back i posted about writing an au where Mary is alive (which you can find here if you’re interested)

and while I haven’t really had the time to flesh out this idea completely, i still wrote something bc i couldn’t stop thinking about it, so. here is that.

tw abuse

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As the figure in front of him took shape, Neil felt his breath catch in his throat.

“Mom?” The word was barely a whisper, the sound escaping his lips before he realized he was speaking. The room was dim and her hair was different from when he had last seen her, but he’d recognize those eyes anywhere, colored contacts be dammed. A chill traveled up his spine– he was looking at a ghost. “I thought you were dead,” he gasped out, stumbling forward, allowing himself a moment to be relieved, to breathe. He wrapped his arms around her middle and breathed her in, surprised at how warm her skin felt against his. She smelled like sweat and shampoo, probably stolen from a shitty hotel in the middle of nowhere. It was familiar in a way that made him ache. He thought briefly about her injuries from months ago, about if it hurt her when he squeezed her tight, and considered pulling away. Her arms came up and gripped him just as strongly, anchoring him in place.

“Abram,” she breathed, and felt like his chest would burst at the sound of her voice. “Oh Nathaniel,” her hands card through his hair once, twice, before her grip became painful. She pulled away from him, holding him by his hair so she could look into his eyes. “Baby, what have you done?”

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Wait, a comet has tails?! Yes!! Normally, a comet will have two tails: an ion tail of charged particles emitted by the comet that are pushed out by the solar wind coming from the Sun, and a dust tail of small debris that orbits behind the comet but is also pushed out, to some degree, by the solar wind. 

Frequently a comet may sometimes appear to have only one tail because the other tail is not easily visible from the Earth. 

In the featured unusual image,Comet 2P/Encke appears to have three tails because the ion tail split into 2 close to the time when the image was taken. The complex solar wind is occasionally turbulent and sometimes creates unusual structure in an ion tail. 

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Morphine and Mountains

Pairing: Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: you love your sleep but you might just probably love Bucky Barnes more, so you’re willing to sacrifice it. Besides, it’s Valentine’s Day and there has to be a good reason he’s waking you up at two o’clock in the morning.

Word count: 2,510

Warnings: none, just your typical cavity-inducing fluff


You were abruptly woken from a dreamless sleep by a hand gently shaking your shoulder. You hummed shortly in response, one hand going to rub your eyes as they flickered open.

‘Baby, wake up,’ Bucky hushed, thumb stroking your cheek, coaxing you out of your slumber.

‘What’s s’wrong?’ you mumbled, face half-buried in your pillow. You huffed and turned onto your back, studying Bucky’s face for any indication of a nightmare.

Bucky was kneeling by your bed looking very much nightmare-less; you could barely see him, the only light source being the silvery moonlight peeking through the gap in your curtains, but he didn’t appear scared or shaken in the slightest.

You sighed. ‘The sun’s not even up, Barnes, why are we?’

Bucky chuckled and leaned down to kiss your forehead. ‘Happy Valentine’s Day, Doll.’

You paused and then counted the days in your head. The mission you had just come back from had messed with your sense of timing.

‘I know you’re allergic to roses,’ Bucky continued, ‘so I got you these … Valentine … orchids …’

You bit your lip and tried to stifle the giggle that slipped out at his words and looked at the black vase that sat on your bedside table from which several pale pink blossoms sprouted.

‘Buck, you shouldn’t have,’ you murmured, cheeks heating as they reddened.

You appreciated the sentiment momentarily and then glared at him half-seriously. ‘Is this one of those things where you’re waking me up at midnight to be all cute and stuff? Because the morphine’s making me drowsy so this isn’t going to turn out the same way it did on my birthday.’ Your hands ran through your hair, styling it subconsciously.

He smirked in response and ran his fingers with a feather-like touch over your knee, wrapped in gauze and supported by a brace, over your sweatpants. ‘Is it hurting?’

‘Not right now,’ you replied. ‘And as much as I love you, I’m exhausted.’

‘I know but I promise it’s worth it,’ Bucky insisted.

‘What are you talking about?’ Your eyes flickered to the clock on your bedside table. ‘Why are we awake at two a.m?’

Bucky was ushering you to sit up, one hand holding yours and the other going behind your back to help you. ‘You’ll see when we get there,’ he promised.

‘Bucky, I’m a mess right now,’ you groaned. ‘It’s early and I’m still injured and …’ You trailed off, losing yourself to Bucky’s argument made by his soft blue eyes. Dammit. You rolled your eyes. ‘I’ll get up if you kiss me,’ you offered.

Bucky frowned, scrunching his eyebrows together. ‘No, you’re gross in the morning,’ he argued childishly.

You scoffed, a hand going over your heart. ‘You’re gross in the morning.’

‘You make a compelling argument.’

‘You make an irritating human being.’

Doll,’ Bucky whined, dragging the nickname out, ‘it’s Valentine’s Day. It’s an entire twenty-four hours dedicated to our love and I wanna make it special.’

His words made you want to throw up with how cute they were and you knew that he knew that. 

‘Well then,’ you replied, hand going through his hair as he nuzzled your neck, ‘by your logic … shouldn’t you be kissing me?’

Bucky huffed a quiet laugh against your neck and complied, tilting his head up and leaning close, stopping when he was barely a centimeter away from your lips. ‘I still think you’re gross,’ he whispered before molding his lips chastely against yours, muffling and silencing your laughter and sending waves of butterflies in the pit of your stomach. His arms wound themselves around your waist, pulling you closer to the warmth of his body, your hands cupping his neck as you kissed back.

You pulled away first, much too quickly for his liking, and you chuckled at the dazed look in his eyes as they fluttered open. ‘I think I should hold up my end of the deal,’ you smirked.

Bucky stood up and helped you swing your injured leg over the side of the bed, then bringing your black Converses from their place by your bedroom door and putting them on for you, tying up the laces and all. He held onto both of your hands and pulled you gently to your feet. He passed you your crutches, keeping one hand hovering by your lower back as he walked next to you out of your room and to the elevator.

‘Where are we going?’ you tried prodding.

‘You’ll see when we get there,’ Bucky replied simply. The man looked a little too smug, caught up in his excitement for whatever he had planned for you; you leaned against his chest, still slightly drowsy from the medication you were on and from being woken up so early.

Bucky lead you to a newly-polished black Audi Q7; the car was usually covered in mud and dirt from how much Bucky drove it around so a clean car, as simple the idea, was enough to alert you almost into full consciousness.

‘You can go back to sleep,’ Bucky said, climbing into the driver’s seat after helping you into yours and tucking the crutches safely away.

You could already feel how tired you were again as you nestled into the leather seat. ‘You sure?’

Bucky smiled at you, watching your eyes close easily and hands draw the sleeves of your back sweater over your fingers.

‘It’s a long drive,’ he replied softly. ‘I’ll wake you when we get there.’


When you woke up by your own accord, Bucky was still driving; one hand was on the wheel and the other was holding yours. It was still dark outside; the very beginnings of the sunrise were starting to peek through, preparing to take over. You could immediately tell that you were far from the city. The sky was clear, the stars freed from the shrouds of pollution and the near-full moon with free reign, overlooking the earth. Tall beech and red spruce trees reached up and brushed the sky, swaying slightly in the light wind.

‘Where’ve you taken me, Barnes?’ you mumbled, voice still thick with fatigue. Your knee was starting to ache.

‘We’re almost there,’ he replied, eyes searching the area in front of him. ‘Just gotta … find the right place.’ After several more minutes, pulled the car to a stop and turned the engine off.

‘Bucky?’ you murmured nervously, sitting straight in your seat and running your fingers though your hair.

‘Wait a sec,’ he said, jumping from his seat and jogging around the front of the car to open your door and help you out. ‘You can leave your crutches,’ he added, drawing your arm around his shoulders and his around your waist to help you walk.

‘Bucky Barnes Safety Inspector,’ you scolded teasingly, ‘how dare you.’

‘I know,’ he sighed self-deprecatingly. ‘Steve has corrupted me.’

You giggled, and looked around you. The front of the car had been facing a forest of bare and evergreen trees, shuddering in the cool winter breeze. Dirt paths had been ploughed through the ground, most likely by use of the area. Bucky walked with you around to the back of the car which overlooked one of the most breath-taking sights you had ever seen.

In the near distance, you could see a wide, winding river snake through the ground between several mountains of varying disordered sizes. The moonlight which was slowly fading, giving way to the approaching dawn, reflected on the still water like white torchlight over opaque glass. The stars seemed to be connected by arcs of sharp, thin light, scattered generously across the ink-blue sky. The mountains were solid shadow, almost pure black against the lighter background.

And then you realised where you were. These were the Adirondack Mountains. Bucky had driven for over four hours - for you.

You heard Bucky breathe a sigh of relief. ‘I thought were were gonna be late,’ he muttered.

‘Late for what?’

Bucky blushed and busied himself by turning to open the boot of the car. ‘To watch the sunrise,’ he replied, suddenly seeming shy.

You watched him, warmth spreading through your heart as the broad-chested, six-foot war hero shrunk to the shyness of a child; there was a hint of pride like he knew how much you loved him and this - and you did. Bucky Barnes was practically the personification of romantic.

You leaned slightly against him as he opened the boot; the back seats had been pushed down for more room and the floor had been cushioned with several blankets and what you recognised as the comforter from Bucky’s bed back in the compound. A dozen LED tealights were scattered around, nestled in the comforter. There was a pile of blankets and pillows (again from Bucky’s room) and a dark wicker picnic basket. You almost disintegrated from how cliche and cute the whole ordeal was.

‘Is this okay?’ Bucky asked quietly. ‘It’s kind of disgustingly cheesy, I know.’

‘Oh my God, I love you,’ you laughed, cupping his face and kissing his cheek.

Bucky snickered at your reaction. ‘I wanted to use real candles,’ he said, ‘but, y’know, fire hazard.’

You nodded mockingly. ‘Safety is the new sexy,’ you said wisely.

‘Damn straight,’ Bucky teased, shoving you much lighter than usual, still weary of your leg.

You let out a short laugh at him.

‘Okay, put your arms around me,’ Bucky prompted as he put his hands on your waist and lifted you with ease into the fort he had made. You shuffled back to lean against the back of the middle seats.

‘Y’know,’ Bucky started, climbing in after you and flicking the tealights on, ‘I’ve used a lot of different equipment, a lot of weaponry, I live with the man who’s the definition of futuristic technology and I have a metal arm but …’ Bucky turned the last light on and placed it back down, ‘I’ll never get over how awesome batteries are.’

You furrowed your brow and grinned almost confusedly at him. ‘What is wrong with you?’ you laughed, giggling harder when Bucky lightly wrestled you down so you were lying almost flat on your back.

‘Why’re you being so mean to me today?’ he scolded playfully.

‘You had batteries back in the twentieth century!’

‘Well yeah but now they’re all tiny and awesome.’

You doubled over, rubbing your face with your hands. ‘I literally hate you so much.’

‘Whatever, no you don’t,’ Bucky grinned as he sat up and pulled out a small glass bottle of your liquefied morphine from the basket. ‘You’re totally in love with me, you nerd.’

‘You wish, you loser,’ you scoffed.

‘You love me,’ Bucky taunted and passed you the bottle and the plastic spoon that had come with it. ‘You should take another dose,’ he said, the banter fading.

‘You really know how to please a girl, you know that?’ you smirked.

‘Yeah, I do,’ Bucky teased. ‘Doll, seriously, it’s been almost twelve hours since your last one and this is the only situation I’m ever gonna make you take a narcotic drug.’

‘Oh Bucky, talk medical to me,’ you breathed.

Bucky scoffed, eyes crinkling as he shook his head and smiled at you. ‘Yeah, okay, I think I hate you too.’

You chuckled and swallowed half a spoonful of the medication, grimacing at the bitter taste.

‘What else you got in the basket, Barnes?’

‘Er - only enough chocolate-covered strawberries to give us diabetes!’

You grinned and dropped the morphine back in the basket. ‘You’re the best.’

‘C’mere,’ Bucky murmured.

He held his arm out and you complied to the gesture, locking in place by resting your head on his abdomen and winding an arm around his waist. Bucky leaned forward, careful not to disturb the position you both were in, and drew a blanket across you both, tossing another one over you and then cuddling you closer to his chest. The man was a walking block of marble carved into the form of a perfect specimen; his chest was hard with muscle and nearly devastated with years of battle and torture but was warm and far from uncomfortable. His Vibranium arm lay on your back, metal digits brushing soft haphazard shapes near your spine. Your free hand fiddled with the fingers of his, brushing your thumb along his palm.

‘You okay?’ Bucky murmured.

You leaned further into his chest, finding it impossible to put it all into words. Throughout your relationship, the man spoiled you with dinner reservations, picnics on the balcony of the tower, midnight drives or walks after sunset. Small moments, experiences, memories. You figured this year, this particular holiday clashing with your injuries would mean that nothing really would happen.  Plus you were spending a lot of your time in a morphine-induced, drowsy, somnolent state And yet, here you were.

‘Yeah,’ you hummed. ‘I can’t believe you did this for me.’

‘Was nothing,’ Bucky replied, sounding almost bashful.

‘You woke up at two in the morning to drive me out  for four hours,’ you scoffed, leaning up to kiss his cheek. ‘And this isn’t the first time you’ve done something like this. You’re kind of amazing, Barnes.’

Bucky smirked and nodded slowly. ‘I’m pretty awesome,’ he said, feigning seriousness. ‘I mean …’ His eyes searched around, unable to maintain eye contact with you in his state of bashfulness. ‘In all honesty, I sort of thought I grew out of stuff like this after everything that happened. But … when I met you and started going out with you I realised I … wanted this moment with you and I wanted it all the time.’

You bit your lip and your heart practically swelled. ‘Well, I love it here,’ you told him matter-of-factly but unable to fully stifle your smile, ‘and I’m very lucky to have you, and I love you.’

The sky began to burn with the oncoming sun, a brilliant layer of orange and yellow lighting the sky into a pale blue that nearly rivaled the colour of Bucky’s eyes. A white light became brighter and brighter with every second from the base of the furthest mountain.

Bucky smiled softly at you, eyes brightening like they always did whenever you told him you loved him. Like he was almost surprised you did, like he didn’t expect to hear you say it.

‘I love you too,’ he breathed, lifting your hand that rested on his abdomen and pressing several kisses across your knuckles. ‘And I really want you to know that I do. So much, I couldn’t put it into words.’ 

The morning breeze, usually like sharp ice against your skin, was barricaded away by the plush blankets Bucky had surrounded you both with; your legs were carefully entangled with his and his fingers were still drawing circles in your back, lulling you into a peaceful state of mind where time seemed to stand still. You could practically feel Bucky’s love for you in your bones.

You smiled gently and lay there with him, holding him.

‘I know.’



Masterlist

Over the past few years I’ve been working on a project called The Elements. It’s FR inspired and includes one full length composition for each element. This is a preview with roughly 30 seconds from each. I hope to release the full project rounds about my three year anniversary in June! Until then, enjoy!

Earth 00:03 
Fire 00:30
Wind 01:03
Water 01:29
Shadow 01:56
Lightning 02:23
Ice 02:49
Light 03:16
Nature 03:43
Plague 04:09
Arcane 04:36 

I am in love with this world … I have climbed its mountains, roamed its forests, sailed its waters, crossed its deserts, felt the sting of its frosts, the oppression of its heats, the drench of its rains, the fury of its winds, and always have beauty and joy waited upon my goings and comings.
—  John Burroughs
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Duration: 3/17 (Fri) 16:00 ~ 3/31 (Fri) 21:59

Chance to get 5☆ “Awakening” enabled Cheria (School Uniform), Eleanor (School Uniform) and Alisha (School Uniform), as well as 4☆ Alvin (School Uniform).

(More on Awakening here)

Character artes and skills details under the cut.

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Take my whole life too

In the process, he learns a few things. First, the pup is most certainly a girl. Second, she’s a lovely golden color beneath the muck. Third, once she is clean and dry and fed and curled in front of the fire, snoring quietly, Vax can’t bring himself to leave her. Never let it be said Vex is the only twin with a soft spot for strays.

the working title for this was “vax adopts a dog” which is really all you need to know. vaxleth, 2.2K. title from “can’t help falling in love”

He finds the poor thing huddled under the eaves of the inn where he’s staying, comes back late in the dripping, seeping cold and only just notices the shifting shadows out of the corner of his eye. It’s a testament to the long hours he’s spent following his Lady’s mark that his first thought is to draw his dagger and slip towards the disturbance, silent as a wraith, until he gets close enough to make out––

Well, no dark being of undeath, anyways.

“Oh, you poor thing,” he murmurs, sheathing the dagger and paying no mind to how very much like Vex’ahlia he sounds as he crouches. “Oh, you poor poor thing. C’mere, I’m not gonna hurt you. C’mon, there’s a good boy.”

The pup shivers in the rain, caked with muck and whimpering pathetically. Vax waits patiently, hand outstretched as it slowly uncurls itself, damp nose stretching forward to bump against Vax’s hand.

“That’s a good boy,” he grins. “There you go. What d’you say we go inside, hmm?”

The pup whines as Vax carefully sets his hand beneath its midriff and lifts it up, cradling it against the damp leather of his armor (which is sure to stink to high heaven after this, but what’s new).

And so Vax and his newfound charge slip into the inn, and thunder cracks like gunfire and the pattering rain swells into the white noise of a steady downpour.

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