fair dust

The Dusters

~~Who sweeps across your book case, trailing sunlight, trailing dust? When all the lights are turned low, and children in their beds, the Dusters come a dancing and see what you have read.


anonymous asked:

do we know what zayn smells like? i keep hearing he smells amazing (even that radio show) but like what kinda scent? is it soft or masculine, u know? i wonder the same about rihanna (everyone who works with her says she smells incredible)

I don’t actually know what Zayn smells like specifically? I know there’s the famous

Where Zehn savagely  let Loueh know he will never (NEVEEEER!) be Gucci, but I feel like, as the premiere hair and skincare game artist of our generation, Zayn is an innovator? Zayn’s probably since moved on to some cologne made of liquified UV light from a mountain rainbow that’s combined with the dust of fair trade diamonds found deep within the earth near a meadow that can only be sourced 3 times a year by a qualified monk. Zayn’s a fancy hoe and I respect that. 

Fill in about your muse:

➥ What is your character’s full name?: Alyx Vance

➥ Do they have any brothers or sisters?:  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Probably not.
➥ What kind of eyes do they have?:  Green, sometimes grayish.
➥ What kind of hair do they have?: A dark coppery auburn, straight, though it does curl/wave a bit in high humidity. For most of her youth she wore it long and in braids, but cut it short and blunt sometime around Operation Archon. She let it grow out again and wore it long again for a while, but usually in a ponytail to keep it out of her way. She recently cut it all off again and is pretty pleased with it.
➥ What is their complexion like?:  Fair, with a dusting of freckles here and there–primarily her nose and cheeks, chest, shoulders, arms. Burns easily. Did not adjust well to the sun when she relocated to Ul’dah from the Shroud (one of the reasons she tends to cover up as much as possible clothing-wise).
➥ What body type are they?: She’s fairly tall, and very lean. She has noticeable muscle definition in her arms and shoulders (and actually….most places) as she takes physical exercise very seriously. Though her true calling is the black arts, she still trains with a bow and lance daily–partially to keep up her physical prowess, but primarily to calm the mind. Also, if there’s an Eorzean equivalent to yoga, she’s really into it.
➥ What is listening to their voice like?: Alto, a bit husky. Can’t sing but can whistle really well. I sometimes think of Aisha Tyler when trying to come up with a voice claim.
➥ What do they hate most about themselves?: A perceived inability to see bad things coming. She’s also a little bitter about the Echo sometimes. 
➥ Do they have a favorite quote?: “all’s well that ends well” 
➥ What sort of music do they enjoy?:  All of it!
➥ Have/would they ever cheat(ed) on a partner?:  No
➥ Have they been cheated on by a partner?: I…..don’t think so.
➥ Have they ever lost someone close to them?:  Yes, a fair few.
➥ What is their favorite sound?: Heavy rain, crackling fire 
➥ Are they judgmental of others?: Yes, she definitely can be, at least at first. She’s a big believer in second chances, though, and will try to give you the benefit of the doubt.
➥ Have they ever been drunk?: Oh yeah. She used to imbibe quite a bit before a few choice poisoning occurrences, now she’s only going to drink in the most trusted of company. Even then she’s likely to keep her guard up, despite how much she genuinely likes being drunk.
➥ What are they like when they stay up all night?: One night is manageable, but anything longer than that and she starts to get irritable, and the aether gets unpredictable.
➥ Have they ever been arrested?: Not unless you count that one time in Ul’dah, no, she’s a fairly law-abiding citizen
➥ What evokes strong memories for them?: Camp Dragonhead 
➥ What do they do on rainy days?: Anything she’d normally do–she loves the rain. 
➥ What religion are they?: Her big three are Azeyma, Rhalgr, and Nald’thal. 
➥ What word do they overuse the most?: I actually have no idea, good question.
➥ What do they wear to bed?: The hempen set (BUT THE MIDLANDER VERSION) in various colors, sometimes a pair of loose cropped cotton pants if it’s cold
➥ Do they have any tattoos or piercings?: Each ear pierced in a few places
➥ What type of clothing are they most comfortable in?: Generally, she’s fairly modest when it comes to showing skin, but not as much when it comes to showing off her figure. She prefers close fitting garments for practicality’s sake, and sensible footwear is always a priority. She likes leather, wool, and jewel toned colors.
➥ What is their most disliked food?: She has never met a food she didn’t like, but knows when something hasn’t been cooked well. She’s of the “try anything once” philosophy when it comes to food, but if you overcook meat she won’t like it (she’ll eat it, but she won’t like it). 
➥ Do they have any enemies?: Plenty. Ascians, Garleans, Ishgardian bigots, you name it
➥ What does their writing look like?: It’s not pretty, but it’s efficient and  legible. 
➥ What disgusts them?: Willful ignorance, ‘chaotic evil’ types, giant insects of any kind

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nobody, but I saw @diskwrite-ffxiv ‘s and was inspired to do it myself.

Tagging: hnnggggggggggg idk I love reading all of these so I really don’t even know, I have no idea who’s done this one already because I am ~*behind the times*~ with these things usually @kukurubean @theseventhdawn @korpokkur-kid @wishingformemoria @snurbleberry @foewreckem? anyone u.u 

Cross posted to @triple-flare


a/n: just a quick drabble that i wanted to release

word count: 1036

|| She never thought she’d fall in love with someone from just their voice. It’s just a shame that the man she fell for was dead.


Originally posted by tippytaes

Strolling around in the quiet realms of the library, Y/N’s wide curious eyes spotted the staff area – the mountains of books, tapes, and comics inviting her to explore the forbidden area. Clutching her hardcover to her chest, her silent footsteps walked through the door, the dark area sending chills down her spine. Her footsteps came to a halt as her line of sight landed on a box full of old cassette tapes.

Cassettes still exist? Y/N thought as a grin spread across her face, curiosity taking over her system as she knelt beside the box, estimating the amount of tapes in the cardboard container. There had to be at least thirty of them, each one collecting a fair amount of dust. Whirling her head around, her eyes squinted to read the permanent marker ink scratched onto the label:


Digging through, Y/N failed to find the first two logs, eventually shrugging and placing Tape Three back in with the rest of the tapes. Her nimble hands gripped the edges of the box as her eyes frantically searched for anyone who could be watching nearby – mentally snickering to herself as she stood straight, the box tucked carefully under her arm.

Running straight to her attic, Y/N pulled out her cassette player, blowing the dust off – sneezing a couple times. Her hands pushed the ocean of tapes as she searched for Tape Three, removing it from the little clear case and popping it into the player, smashing her finger onto the play button.

A minute of silence passed by before Y/N could hear loud shuffling in the background and a man clearing his throat before speaking.

Hello? Is this thing working now?

Y/N giggled, her head in her hand while she listened to the man whose name was Taehyung.

Ah, I broke the cassette recorder so I hope this is working,” Taehyung let out a soft chuckle, “It’s been a week since the explosion; no sign of life yet. I still have quite a bit of food stored, so I should be good for the next few months if I ration everything out correctly. This is my third log after the nuclear explosion and hopefully I’ll get out of his shelter soon.

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And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


It’s snowing outside and a decent sized show at the Queens Museum just came down last week involving the World’s Fair and the legacy of Eastman Kodak. Collections material is awaiting to be put back but here are some scans of vintage photography books before they go back into their boxes. 


Fitness is not a bowl of frosted honey glazed French blueberries mixed with organic oats touched by the Alpine moonlight and lightly dusted with fair-trade panda farts, all filtered through an overpriced smartphone.

It’s not a closet full of matching Nike shorts and shoes that correspond to the angle of the selfie that gets the most likes on Instagram.

It’s sweating, bleeding, puking, aching and doubting yourself. 

It’s pushing through all of that though to reach a goal.

And only then…maybe a selfie. 


by Oscar Wilde

Tread lightly, she is near
Under the snow,                     
Speak gently, she can hear                     
The daisies grow.  
All her bright golden hair                     
Tarnished with rust,                     
She that was young and fair                     
Fallen to dust.                                           

Lily-like, white as snow,                     
She hardly knew                     
She was a woman, so                     
Sweetly she grew.                                           

Coffin-board, heavy stone,                     
Lie on her breast,                     
I vex my heart alone,                     
She is at rest.                                           

Peace, peace, she cannot hear                     
Lyre or sonnet,                     
All my life’s buried here,                     
Heap earth upon it.                    

Geminids of the South : Earth’s annual Geminid meteor shower did not disappoint, peaking before dawn on December 14 as our fair planet plowed through dust from active asteroid 3200 Phaethon. Captured in this southern hemisphere nightscape the meteors stream away from the shower’s radiant in Gemini. To create the image, many individual frames recording meteor streaks were taken over period of 5 hours. In the final composite they were selected and registered against the starry sky above the twin 6.5 meter Magellan telescopes of Carnegie Las Campanas Observatory in Chile. Rigel in Orion, and Sirius shine brightly as the Milky Way stretches toward the zenith. Near Castor and Pollux the twin stars of Gemini, the meteor shower’s radiant is low, close to the horizon. The radiant effect is due to perspective as the parallel meteor tracks appear to converge in the distance. Gemini’s meteors enter Earth’s atmosphere traveling at about 22 kilometers per second. via NASA


I’m starting to really get worried about myself this is just a sampling of some of the tags I’ve used for the boys today:

  • “my little truffle piglet”
  • “king of the river otters”

  • “a gorgeous hunk of beef sprinkled with golden fair dust”

  • “A LITTLE BOOP! BOOP THE SNOOT!”“let me use [your nose] as a toast point”

  • “entirely too much tuna fish” (credit to Oh, Hello!)

  • “lil peepers and face of consternation”

  • “like a piece of molten shrapnel lodging itself in my heart”

  • “My sweet beef cake”

  • “this meme might be dead but niall’s ass in those pants sure as hell isn’t”

  • “a majestic baby puffin”

  • “He’s in a henley I want death. Let me go gently into that goodnight”
  • And my personal favorite which you can feel free to print on my grave “My mouth is full of turkey sandwich but I am still screaming”