not a speck of light is showing


No really, it is.

This photo shows an enchanting pink Sun adorning a speck of green on its upper rim near (you guessed it) Sparta, Greece. The green rim is a result of atmospheric dispersion which can produce separate images of each spectrum colour and result in what is referred to a ‘mock green flash’. The flash appears in the uppermost rim of the Sun as it rises. The flash is caused by a thermal inversion; cool air overlain by warmer air. When the Sun is close to the horizon, the light at the bottom of the Sun is refracted more noticeably than is the top portion due to the denser atmosphere. As a result, if we are lucky, we see a slight distinction between the colors red/yellow (long wavelength) and green (shorter wavelength).


Photo courtesy of P. Nikolakakos

As I was gathering the props at the end of a show I’m doing, an audience member stopped me asking me if I was crew.

She then proceeded to tell me her entire theatre going experience was ruined because a single speck of glitter made the stage light shine when she looked a certain way.

Her entire theatre experience was ruined by a SPECK OF GLITTER.

modern!alina things/headcanons (that may or may not include other characters):

- yellow leggings, yellow nailpolish, a speck of gold in the inner corner of her eyes, yellow doc martens/boots, a faux leather jacket
- cuts her hair short having it long for actual literal centuries
- so basically rocks a pixie cut and always has one bright streak on either side - it could be cobalt blue or royal purple or fiery red, either way it’s always there to show the little rebel in her
- watches sitcoms and thoroughly enjoys light, good-spirited comedies (esp older ones since you know, she’s practically ancient)
- did i mention that yes, she has her powers :)))) and they never went away in the first place
- meets inej!! is friends with inej!! probably helps inej at the social service center!!
- ACTIVELY helps people in need even if it’s just by providing them with food and clothes
- goes to marches and is VERY passionate about social justice
- goes on vacation with genya at least once a month (it doesn’t have to be somewhere exotic, sometimes it’s just a quick trip to the countryside)
- gorges on blini and pastries and blesses nina up and down for introducing her to this super cute bakery two blocks down where the walls are painted bright yellow and there are star stickers on the ceiling
- probably works as an art teacher (she also probably prefers to teach young kids bc high school gives her anxiety sometimes although she has a degree/certificate for both)
- visits nikolai often despite him running a successful business (sailing business?? boating business?? idk what’s the proper term but you get the idea) and being one Very Busy (and wanted) Man
- dandelions tucked behind her ear and headbands in fun, bright colours
- can’t wear heels if her life depended on it?? so she sticks to flats and simple sneakers but that’s just part of her style
- it takes her a few years to stop looking over her shoulder to see if the shadows move but when she does, she actually loves to just sit there in the dark at night and let her mind drift
- keeps in touch with all her grisha friends but is closest to zoya, genya and tamar
- adopts a homeless black kitten and calls her volcra so many times it eventually becomes her official name? which leads to zoya scoffing and nikolai laughing like, “the scariest volcra i’ve ever seen, hell hath no whiskers”
- STILL doesn’t like herring or any type of sea food for that matter
- makes an exception for sushi but mostly bc she enjoys watching zoya eat it bc she tends to make a soy sauce mess out of herself (alina’s surprisingly good with chopsticks though)
- her style is minimalistic and her entire wardrobe is super vibrant and chic (and maybe a little quirky)
- takes a sunbath every morning
- wears a sun pendant 24/7 like. literally never takes it off
- you know the mona lisa smile? alina’s developed a sun summoner smile and it makes you wonder what she’s hiding
- but also makes you fall in love in (or under) 0.2 seconds

On a scorching Thursday afternoon, a somber 8-year-old sits on the grass and watches his classmates have fun at the school playground, a bowl of cereal in his hands.

“Dean, are you alright?”

The boy looks up at his science teacher, then back at the kids, and gives a curt nod. He knows he doesn’t have to explain himself. Soon enough, he won’t even be coming to this school - his dad already started showing the signs they’re close to moving again.

“Perhaps you should finish your lunch inside. It’s too hot to be eating out here.” The teacher suggests.

He shakes his head. “I like the sun.“ 

When it’s quiet, the boy thinks the man is finally gone.

“Very well,” He jumps a little at the deep voice by his side, looking over at this teacher, now sitting right next to him. "You know, all this sunlight is actually made out of tiny little light specks called photons.” 

The boy looks down at his lunch. “Like cereal is made out of grains?” 

"Exactly. But unlike cereal grains, these light specks take thousands and thousands of years to reach us.”

“But yesterday in class you said it only takes eight minutes.”

The teacher smiles. “I see you were paying attention.”

The boy ducks his head, blushing. He really likes the science class, but he doesn’t want to be a nerd. His dad always says brains without brawn is like a gun without ammo - you can’t kill monsters with it.

“You’re right, Dean. Light does take eight minutes to reach Earth from the sun’s surface, but that’s only the last leg of a long, arduous journey that started deep inside the sun. It’s almost like when you have something very important to say to someone, and you hold it inside yourself for a long time to perfect it before it actually reaches their ears.”

“Except… I never really say it.” The boy replies, downcast.

“There’s nothing wrong in taking your time to perfect it.” 

They sit in silence for a moment. 

“Dean, do you know what happens to some of the light specks that never reach the Earth?” 

The boy shakes his head.

“They travel across the universe, getting to see planets, stars, and even entire galaxies. But the ones that end up here—” He bops the tip of the boy’s nose, “—are the truly lucky ones.”

The boy can’t contain the laughter that escapes him. 

When he goes back to the motel that day, he digs up everything he can about stars and photons. He goes back to school on Friday, eager to share his new knowledge with the science teacher, but he’s nowhere to be found. On the following day, John starts packing up. Dean never saw him again. 

Or so he thinks.

Dean tells Castiel he loves him on a scorching Thursday afternoon. 

Cas’s been pent up on restoring the garden they found at back of the Bunker last month, and that’s where Dean finds him.

“Heya, Cas.” 

“Hello, Dean.” Castiel replies with a warm smile, watering the Forget-Me-Nots he planted just a week ago. They’re growing beautiful. 

“Can we talk?” Dean asks, blood pounding in his ears.

“Of course.” Castiel puts the watering can aside, regarding him with soft eyes.

Dean opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. 

Damn it—he’s been working on this for months, and now he’s stuck. He can’t even remember the words anymore.

“Dean?” Castiel asks, expression growing worried by the second, and this so not how he wanted this to go.

In the midst of his panic, a sun ray flickers through the cracks of Cas’s hair, and before Dean knows it, he’s blurting out, “Photons!” 

Castiel tilts his head.

“They… they’re the elementary particles of light, and—” Dean swallows. “At the sun’s core, all these badass nuclear collisions produce them as gamma rays, which are the most energetic…” The enthralled look on Cas’s face has Dean losing focus for a moment. He’s sure Cas already knows all this, but he’s still staring at him like a kid learning something new. “…the most energetic type of light there is. If it wasn’t for the sun’s inner layers where they get bounced around for a long-ass time, we’d all get deep-fried extra crispy. By the time they reach the surface, most of them are visible-light photons, the kind that can’t… deep-fry us.”

Dean closes his eyes, sucking in a breath. “That’s kinda how I feel about you. Cas, this feeling, it’s nuclear. And it’ll always keep getting bounced around my 50 layers of bullshit, and trust me, it’s gonna take a long time for me to be able to get out how bad I—” Need you. Want you. Love you. “But no matter what I say or do to show how much you matter to me, that’s not even scratching what’s going on inside.”

When he allows himself to open his eyes, he finds Castiel staring at him with a fondness that almost hurts to look at.

“I’d like to kiss you now, if that’s all right.” Castiel says.

Dean gawks, then blurts out an euphoric laugh. “Hell yeah.”

Cas’s lips taste like coming home.

“I’m sorry, wish I’d said this earlier.” Dean pants, “But I wanted to make it perfect, and—” 

“There’s nothing wrong in taking your time to perfect it.” 

A memory close to Dean’s heart makes him chuckle.

“What?” Castiel asks.

“Nothing, you just reminded me of someone.”

“Then tell me all about them.”

Right there, among billions and billions of photons, Dean holds Cas close and talks about the one teacher that ever looked at him like he was worth believing in.

Heaven may have ensured he wouldn’t recall taking different shapes to visit the Righteous Man, but as the sunlight makes Dean’s face glow like it’s echoing the brightness of his soul, Castiel thinks that if he’d been Dean’s science teacher, he would’ve told him the exact same things.

Day And Night.

Day and Night,

Two opposite concepts: one bringing light and the other showing wonders of the dark.

Yet one compliments the other,

Both influenced by the same burning star,

Shows us the need of light and dark in this tiny, little life of ours.

For a person clouded by darkness, even a small inlet of light can change his perspective.

It can bring in the meaning to words, sense to phrases, colour to black and white

And life to the soul.

The black speck hidden in the blinding light shows us that there’s darkness even in the brightest of places.

It makes us realise the happiness behind cries, the pain hidden behind the bright smile, the dark within the light eyes and the unseen creases of the paper.

So is it just two words?  Just a daily phenomenon?

Or the hidden meaning of life that no one seems to understand?

-Harsheen<3  (a-bare-soul)

Rick: *In a space tunnel vortex thing* 

There’s no earthly way of knowing,
Which direction we are going.
There’s no knowing where we’re rowing
Or which way the river’s flowing.
Is it raining? Is it snowing?
Is a hurricane a-blowing?
Not a speck of light is showing,
So the danger must be growing.
Are the fires of hell a glowing?
Is the grisly reaper mowing?!
Yes! The danger must be growing,
for the rowers keep on rowing.
And they’re certainly not showing…
any signs that they are slowing!

Morty: Fuck you, Rick.


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These Broken Wings || Angel AU! Ai/Nagisa 💕


The night was made for gazing at the stars.

The sun had hardly drifted below the horizon, yet the little specks of silver light were already beginning to show themselves like diamonds in the rough, and already Nagisa was enchanted by them. He sat, knees hugged to his chest, face tipped to the heaven, with his feet just close enough to the tide that the water just barely tickled his toes before pulling back towards the ocean beyond. It was one of the bubblegum blonde’s favorite pasttimes, stargazing; it was a gentle reminder of just how small he truly was in the scope of a vast and all encompassing universe.

He was used to being alone on the beach, as it was hardly the beginnings of springtime and still much too chilly to be swimming, so when the shilouette of another figure just down the beach, on the edge of the pier, caught his eye, he blinked in surprise. Someone else enjoying the stars, he supposed. He looked back towards them himself and wondered what it might be like to walk among them- he pictured it to be very much like wandering through a field full of fireflies, and he couldn’t help but secretly hope that he might one day find out.

As an afterthought, Nagisa’s eyes were drawn back to his left and towards the mysterious figure outlined against the still-dying light, and he watched…then paused. There was something extending from behind them, an odd shape that he couldn’t quite place. Could it be a backpack? Perhaps, but…he’d never seen a backpack look like that before. So involved was he in attempting to figure what he was looking at that when the outline of the person disappeared entirely, he jumped as though he had been surprised.

They had jumped into the water? But it was so breezy, surely they would catch cold?

Intrigued, Nagisa watched and waited for the person to resurface, thinking perhaps that shape he had seen might be some scuba diving equipment. And he waited.

And waited.

After some time, Nagisa began to panic; whomever it was hadn’t jumped in, he realized, but fallen! In a flash, he was on his feet, racing down the coastline and on the way to rescue.

To Aphrodite

Radiant Lady, shimmering light
Once again I am asking, pleading.
Allow me a speck of Your brightness,
And shine on this poor child.

Protect me, heal me
My broken heart lies before You
Ever bleeding, ever tearing.
Let Your light soothe it.

Shape my heart anew.
Give me strength
To shine again myself.
To spread Your light.

Or give me teeth 
To rip such wounds myself,
To show people why You are
The Lady with Blood-red Smile

closed with grayace

Remus lay on the stone floor of a pitch black room, shackles attached to his wrists and ankles chained him to the wall, he had no idea where he was or how long he had been kept there, he had lost track of how many transformations he had gone through since arriving. His hair had grown long and was staring to show specks of grey despite being barely older than 20. 

The young male was thin and weak from lack of food, his clothes ripped badly enough that they barely covered him anymore, most of the skin that was visible was either bruised or cut, from both self inflicted wounds and those given to him by his captors. His one leg was twisted at a wrong angle, broken after  he had tried to escape.

Seeing the door open, letting a small amount of light seep into the room, the male back away, expecting it to be the people who were holding him there.


Charon and the Small Moons of Pluto : What do the moons of Pluto look like? Before a decade ago, only the largest moon Charon was known, but never imaged. As the robotic New Horizons spacecraft was prepared and launched, other moons were identified on Hubble images but remained only specks of light. Finally, this past summer, New Horizons swept right past Pluto, photographed Pluto and Charon in detail, and took the best images of Styx, Nix, Kerberos, and Hydra that it could. The featured image composite shows the results – each moon is seen to have a distinct shape, while underlying complexity is only hinted. Even though not satisfyingly resolved, these images are likely to be the best available to humanity for some time. This is because the moons are too small and distant for contemporary Earth-based telescopes to resolve, and no new missions to the Pluto system are planned. via NASA


There’s no earthly way of knowing
Which direction they are going!
There’s no knowing where they’re rowing,
Or which way they river’s flowing!
Not a speck of light is showing,
So the danger must be growing,
For the rowers keep on rowing,
And they’re certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing…

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There’s no earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going
There’s no knowing where we’re rowing
Or which way the river’s flowing

Is it raining, is it snowing? 
Is a hurricane a-blowing? 

Not a speck of light is showing
So the danger must be growing
Are the fires of Hell a-glowing? 
Is the grisly reaper mowing? 

Yes, the danger must be growing
For the rowers keep on rowing
And they’re certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing

—  Willy Wonka