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the signs’ anger as natural phenomenons
ARIES: lightening (a sudden destructive release; often well aimed and with few survivors)
TAURUS: volcanic eruption (with a build-up so slow the outburst is rarely expected, though they give lots of warnings; the destruction is vast and they can remain upset or hold a grudge for a long time after)
GEMINI: tornado (very messy and loud, they will verbally throw everything at you in the hopes that something hits where it hurts the most; could be harmless except when it’s not)
CANCER: tsunami (it’s usually very personal, they want you to feel exactly what you made them feel; they want you to drown in that feeling)
LEO: wildfire (one of the worst tempers, they take a lot and it’s usually one seemingly small thing that sparks it, from then on its loud and obliterates everyone in its path and doesn’t end until they’re good and satisfied or plain exhausted; no apologies)
VIRGO: earthquake (they’ve most likely been holding this in for ages just under the surface, hot and densely suppressed; it seems to happen without warning, the façade of control cracks, they release some of their most shattering critiques and observations; no one is exactly the same after)
LIBRA: hail storm (anger is usually communicated clearly, if not coldly and with a bit of passive-aggressive derision; they probably discussed it with themselves whether this anger is deserving or not, if it’s been deemed justified your verdict is final and penance is delivered without respite)
SCORPIO: maelstorm (this is definitely a palpable experience for everyone involved; they will hold back at first, more from fear of themselves than of you; the break can happen as suddenly as an aries, it is consuming and frightening for both of you, the depth of their contempt, even if exposed just a little, causing either of you back off least you fall in and never return; they usually regret not being the bigger person after)
SAGITTARIUS: solar flare (like scorpio, they are aware of the power of their temper which is why they seem to distance themselves or ‘run away’ when upset; if they can’t laugh it off, the flare is sudden and strong for them, throwing everything, like gemini but with grotesquely precise aim; then it’s over like nothing even happened)
CAPRICORN: avalanche/mudslide (their anger is like a higher power, even while they are feeling it they are still trying to distance themselves from it so that it becomes its own force with its own will, course and end; and the end is usually them never acknowledging your existence again. ever.)
AQUARIUS: thunder storm (slow to anger, when it happens all their positive traits are flipped, friendliness becomes cold, imagination becomes cunning, cool cleverness turns to a harsh downpour of criticism and ugly truths; they will make you doubt whether their brighter side ever really existed)
PISCES: geyser (for one fleeting moment they are so completely besides themselves it’s frightening for everyone involved; their deep, emotionally intelligent nature is flushed away in a destructive and scary display they didn’t even know they were capable of, rushing out of a deep chasm of turmoil they probably didn’t know was there)
Talking With Her Was Deeply Refreshing.
linoblock print, 18 by 24, black and white, same as the rest of them.
so, this was one of my fall quarter prints, it's kind of an apology for the other mermaid prints I had made by then. I wanted to make something sweet and pretty and I wanted to put some serious care into the little foreground details and I think I succeeded at that, the background runs into trouble mostly because I needed more practice at clouds and mountains and oceans.
this print is also an effort to make sure my series unambiguously passed the Bechdel Test, but they're probably talking about boys.
the madrona tree above them and the blooming waxy-leaved strawberries underneath are both plants that exist around here shown in their appropriate environment of an ocean cliffside and that's part of what I'm trying to do with my mythological things. I want to take the typically euro-centric mythos of my upbringing and make it local, make it personal. I could incorporate, and I have considered incorporating, more of the native PNW imagery but I don't want to be disrespectful so mostly I hold off on it.
now I say mostly, because these are carvings, they are monochromatic and I do take some inspiration from the traditional formline styles of native bent-wood boxes. I am however, just using that as a way to think about composing and balancing my monochromatic compositions, not as a way to think about making shapes nor yet as a stylistic decision. I can't say I'm not apeing the content of native art though, because I am talking about a personal/shamanic mythos, and I am mostly depicting animals and part-animals. but both of those things are common world wide, so I don't worry about it.
DeerGirl herself recalls both the Grecian images of diana as lady of the hunt, and a feminized image of the horned Sorcerer in the cave of Les Trois Feres. other than that I bet you could find more than a dozen different interpretations of a girl wearing antlers on Tumblr alone. and things go in and out of popularity but images of my mermaids are always popular.
go figure, ideas are weird like that.
I don't care what everyone says but i find it soothing
Sorry babe, I can’t do the dishes right now because there’s a thunderstorm. Yeah it’s raining really hard. No I have to count the seconds between the lightning flashes and the thunder so I know how far away it is before I can do anything else. Sitting next to the window with a blanket, yeah. No it’s really important actually. You wouldn’t get it.
Curly: I’m not afraid of thunderstorms.
Also Curly: curled up with a pile of blankets, clinging to a pillow or Ponyboy as it thunderstorms outside his window
POV: you’re recording thunderstorm ambience at midnight while the university students playing in the rain scream every time there’s a particularly big flash of lightning
Thunderstorm
This reads like a poem
Why does thunder do no damage?
Why are lightning free and bright?
How is it I cannot manage
to meet the gaze of the light?
Why should one never stand
beneath a tree in an electric storm?
Why does my trembling hand
reach for the sky's harm?
(source: https://archive.org/details/pathwaysinscienccrai_4/page/140/mode/2up?view=theater)
Midnight - Adam Stanheight / Reader
You woke up, hot and hungry. Your dinner last night was small, and you were regretting eating so little. At first it was just an assumption that, maybe you’d be okay until morning, but now you weren’t so sure. You reached for the lamp on the bedside table, but it didn’t turn on. Miserably, you turned the switch several more times, to no avail. You decided that the lamp was broken and lazily searched for your mobile phone. It should have been in the drawer, but alas, you found it empty. It was then that you realized you would have to get up. That should have been given from the beginning however, seeing as you did not have your fridge in your bedroom. Reluctantly you left the warmth of the bed, and the comfort of your boyfriend.
The air was chilly, because you and Adam had left the windows open after nearly burning the eggs from dinner. Now you wished you hadn’t done that. You stumbled through the laundry mess and over to the door, where you stretched out an arm fearlessly. Your fingers fumbled with the light switch, which was sticky, and finally forced it up. The lights remained off, much to your disapproval.
Frowning, you thought about your situation. The lamp and the ceiling lights weren’t working, there was a raging thunderstorm outside as well. The rain pounded on the rooftop, and sent raindrops spiraling into the living room, probably drenching the couch and the rug by now. Perhaps, the power had gone out?
You headed into the kitchen, not wanting to deal with the wet furniture by the window, and ate a quick snack which consisted of (favorite crackers) and a glass of water. When you came back, you heard Adam ask, “Did your lamp turn on?”
“No,” you answered flatly, not even registering the fact that Adam was awake right now.
“What were you doing?”
“Eating,” you said sincerely. “I think the power’s out,” you added dishearteningly.
“Well,” Adam grumbled. “It was probably the storm. Oh shit, the windows are open!”
“Yeah,” you replied desolately. “Everything’s drenched.”
“Great.” Adam stretched out an arm towards you but you couldn’t see it. “Come’re.”
You tried to look for him in the darkness, but didn’t succeed in the slightest. You reached for the light switch automatically. The lights did not turn on. “Okay.”
You stumbled through the room blindly, arms outstretched and head ducked down so as to not hit it against anything. This proved difficult because now you couldn’t see where you were going. But this wouldn’t have mattered anyway, even if you’d had your head up; you couldn’t see in the darkness either.
After some shuffling around aimlessly, you found the bottom of the bed, and hauled yourself onto it. Crawling over to the pillows, you tried to find Adam with your hands. Your attempts were futile, so you just focused on going up; straight to the headboard. This was an easy task, it was afterwards that was hard.
“I can’t see you, baby,” you pointed out in annoyance. You weren’t annoyed at Adam, but rather the situation.
“Here,” Adam said from somewhere to the left of you. He reached out, seemingly confident that he could find you, and was extremely disappointed. “Okay. Fair enough.”
But this did not satisfy you. You wouldn’t give up that easily. You leaned to the right stiffly, your arms straight out like sticks. You waved them around recklessly, until one of your hands flew into the headboard with a thwack. It hurt more than it should have, and you flinched, sucking in a sharp breath. You pulled your arms to your sides, and clutched your left hand to your chest.
“Are you okay?” Adam asked you in alarm. He was sitting up now, but you, unfortunately, couldn’t see him. “Y/N? What happened?”
“Nothing,” you muttered, your hand throbbing painfully. Maybe you had hit it a little harder than you’d first thought. “Where are you?”
“I’m over here,” Answered Adam.
“Over where?”
“On the right.”
“Well, that doesn’t help me. Are you IN the bed?”
Adam laughed. “Of course I’m IN it. Why would I be out in the cold?”
Sliding over, you crashed into your boyfriend. “Oh!” You exclaimed. “F-Found you.”
Adam tried to wrap an arm around your shoulders, but only ended up hitting you over the head with his elbow. You grunted, and a million little apologies erupted from Adam instantaneously. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry, oh god, did I hurt you?”
“No,” you assured him vehemently. “It’s fine.”
You snuggled up against Adam clumsily, and after a couple of seconds you managed to rest your head on his shoulder. You helped him find your waist, and he put his arm around it gently. “I love you,” Adam said into the darkness suddenly.
It didn’t surprise you to hear that; he always tried to express himself as much as possible. The only thing that surprised you was that he was choosing now to do it. Either way, of course, you would never pass up the opportunity to reply to that. “I love you, too, Adam,” you whispered happily.
“What time is it?” He inquired. “It looks like it’s two AM.”
“I don’t know,” you responded irritatedly. “I can’t find my goddamn phone.”
“No worries,” Adam said and pulled away from you, making your entire right side cold. He went rummaging around in his drawer for a couple of seconds, then cursed. “Mine’s not here either.”
“Well, sh-”
“Wait a minute,” he interrupted. “I can’t find you anymore…”
Your hopes had been crushed. For a moment, you’d thought Adam had found something related to the time, but he wasn’t even thinking about that anymore. You sighed. “Who’s fault is that?”
Adam only tried to kiss you in response. You figured this out when he asked, “Where’s your head?”
“Uhh.” You couldn’t think of a way to answer that. “I don’t know. Where’s YOUR head?”
“Right here,” Adam’s voice sounded right in front of you, making you flinch in surprise. You hadn’t been expecting him to be so close.
“Oh… I didn’t see you there.”
“Wow,” Adam whispered wryly. “It’s almost like… the lights are off.”
You chuckled halfheartedly. “Can… Can I go back to sleep now?” You wondered tiredly. You had work in the morning, and you would have loved to get some beauty sleep before then.
“Awe,” Adam sighed disappointedly. “You want to leave me in the darkness?”
“I want to go to sleep,” you retorted.
Adam stared at you - well in the general direction of you. “But I don’t want you to go…” he whispered.
“I’m not going anywhere. But you’ll have all the time in the world to talk to me tomorrow.”
“Wait,” Adam insisted.
“You should get some rest, too, you know,” you added.
“I’ll go back to sleep,” Adam assured you unconvincingly. “There’s something I want to do first…”
“What?”
“Come here,” Adam told you firmly.
Scoffing, you asked annoyedly, “How? How do you expect me to find you when I can barely see my hands in front of my own eyes?”
“Like this,” Adam leaned forward, using your voice to guide him, and then satisfyingly started kissing you - or was it so satisfying?
His mouth had NEARLY made it to yours, but it hadn’t overall. He had managed to find the corner of your mouth, but mostly your left cheek. You turned your head to the left, connecting your lips to his. You were finding this situation quite comedic, despite it being almost embarrassing.
You both shared a long kiss. Adam pushed you down so that you were on your back with your arms around his shoulders. “Are you SURE I can’t convince you to stay up with me?”
Instinctively you tilted your head back to look at the digital clock that was on your nightstand. It was blank, and you were reminded abruptly of the electricity being out. “Adam-”
Adam kissed you again, surprisingly getting on your lips this time. You could feel the smirk forming on his face. It made his kissing less aggressive but you enjoyed it. “Are you REALLY sure?”
Adam was starting to make you question your responsibility. You did have work in the morning, and sleep really would be beneficial for the both of you, but right now… you would easily stay awake with Adam… In other words, you weren’t sure you could not be convinced to stay awake with Adam. “Well,” you said sheepishly, a light blush covering your cheeks. It was invisible in the darkness. “I guess it won’t hurt this one time…”
Adam was thrilled with this revelation. He started kissing you again, but his lips were off centered. You laughed a little at this, and turned his head slightly to the right. “I’m HERE, baby.”
Faulkner grumbled, seemingly embarrassed. “Sorry. I can’t see what I’m doing.”
You put your hands in his hair. “No worries. I don’t mind.”
Adam slid his hands up your shirt, and you leaned further into the mattress, enjoying the feeling of his hands on your skin. You kissed him harder, deeper. You couldn’t even begin to express just how much you loved him - but damn it was certainly a lot.
The atmosphere had become heated by now. Your lips were moving fast, and your breathing was coming out in short intervals between kisses. When Adam spoke again, it was only to say, “I love you so much, Y/N.”
Your heart swelled happily at his words. You felt so warm every time he said them. “I love you so much, too,” you gasped back.
“How much later do you plan on staying up?”
You thought about it for a short moment. “Well, I should probably be going back to sl-”
Before the words had left your mouth, your phone started buzzing from somewhere beneath you. “What’s that?” Adam inquired.
“My alarm,” you muttered reluctantly. “Telling me I have work.” “Oh…” Adam sounded heartbroken. “You have to leave now?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, that sucks.”
Adam sat up, releasing you from his firm grasp, and allowed you to move around. You got on the floor and began feeling around for your phone. You found it under the bed, with fourteen percent of the battery. “Fuck!”
You were glad to see, however, the time! It was six AM. You couldn’t believe four hours had passed since waking up.
Adam crawled over. “What happened?”
You sat up, and ran into him. “Oof!”
Adam tumbled back. “Ow.”
“I’m sorry!” You exclaimed, getting to your feet and attempting to find the bed. You gave up halfway, and turned on your phone flashlight.
Finally, light was poured into the room. In the dim light of your phone flashlight, you could see Adam on his back, his head furthest away from you, with his hands over his face. The entire room was mostly covered in blackness still but at least you could see what was in front of you now. “Are you okay?”
Adam sat up. “Yeah. I think so… Thanks for the smack…”
You wandered over to the light switch and gave it a shove. You did not know what you had been expecting, but the lights all remained turned off. “I’m going to work,” you called over your shoulder.
Adam chased after you. “Wait!” He grabbed his flannel from off the floor, and slung it over his shoulders. “Don’t leave without breakfast.”
“Baby. I have breakfast on the way, silly.”
Adam scowled at you. “Okay, well, at least give me a hug.”
You rolled your eyes, but you pulled your boyfriend into a loving embrace. “Love you.”
“I love you, too.”
You made for the door hastily, not really intending to be in any kind of hurry, and stepped out of the apartment. You enjoyed working at your job, but… you would much rather be at home with Adam, and you weren’t going to deny it: you were excited for the time when you had to come home.
we have such mild weather where i live that it is exciting when we get anything more enthusiastic than a light rain every once in a while. but my family has traveled to other places and experienced the weather there, which surprises us sometimes. so, when we get any strange weather from abnormally cold temperatures to humidity during pouring rain my sister says,
“it feels like ohio today”
we should go to florida
CREEPY THINGS THAT I ENJOY
A heavy thunderstorm. Large raindrops pummeling the ground and rooftops, the crashing of thunder above your home, flashes of lightning warning of their encroaching roar.
For only a short time, absolute darkness. The sensation of having your eyes taken away from you stimulates your other senses. Every sound you’ve learned to absent mindedly ignore comes rushing at you. Sounds you’ve never noticed now have your full attention. Is this what it looks like in the far reaches of space? A glimpse of nonexistence?
Isolation in nature. Listening to the sound of trees whispering with the wind. The snapping and twigs beneath your feet, the crunch of snow, the swish of leaves. The idea of you being the only human within sight is lovely and should be cherished. Even in the desert, where you may be the only life within your expansive view is beautiful. Although I’m not the biggest fan of being under the sun, its harsh oppression of a desert landscape is where some of its most singular work is done.
Places abandoned by civilization. Any part of a city or town forgotten by people, shrouded in fog is an eerie place of wonder. Every room, every object is a bit of a mystery; not of what it is, but why it’s there. Who left it and why there of all places? These stories can be sad or sinister which makes them all the more significant. The return of nature adds an aesthetic element and reminds us that she will eventually reclaim everything.
Ночное светопредставление #самара #гроза #thunderstorm #samara (at Samara, Russia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CCQ0iHcgkO5/?igshid=zskun4a3kcyw
Voltaic Refeeding
Augusnippets day 3: thunderstorm | blizzard | heat wave
Word count: 499
Trigger warnings: mentions of eating, electric shock, burns, blood, fear of death
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Camlanns were born attuned to the elements. Magic wove them into being just as much as DNA, and they needed magic just as much as they needed food or air. This was easy, for some—if you were attuned to earth, wind, plants, water, physics, all you needed was to touch it to feed on the ambient magic, and you were set.
For Ruika, attuned to electricity, that was harder. Tal had told him that there were people thinking about using electricity to power lights and heat in a house, but for now, fire magic was used to bring fire, light magic to produce light. Outside of combat and nastier warding styles, no one had really incorporated electricity into their life, and Ruika did not want to get in the practice of getting beaten up by wards or people just to try and keep himself healthy.
So, when summer rolled around, the air turning souplike and clouds becoming dark with the promise of rain, Tal whipped out all his governmental real-time storm maps, Piri rented a mobile, and the three of them went storm-chasing.
Lightning was an excellent source of electricity for Ruika. Electricity naturally bent towards him, knowing he was a home for it, which was great when he was fighting lightning mages and even better when he wanted to get struck multiple times in one storm. The rest of the time, Piri and Tal set up warded spheres to catch lightning, to feed him for the rest of the year when storms were rarer. It really was the best way to keep his magic stores from withering and him dying of starvation!
It also, Ruika reflected, hand raised to the roiling sky and shaking, just could be really very dangerous.
His ears had ceased to hear anything but a high-pitched, screaming whine. He was somewhere between feeling nothing but tingling numbness and like he was about to explode, the telltale sign that he’d eaten a little too well, and like a starving person gorging themself, that was going to have some immediate, horrible consequences. Distantly, he knew he was burned all over to the point of burst, bleeding blisters, even if he couldn’t feel the blood trickling over his skin.
Somehow his arrhythmic, rabbit-quick heart found it in itself to leap in fear when his smearing vision managed to catch a flicker of light in the billowing darkness above. The three strikes in quick succession before had destroyed his ability to withstand any more voltage. If he got struck again—
The world went white.
He registered his vision jarring—had his knees given out? He couldn’t care, around the agonizing numbness, around the sight of a copper, spiky rod above him, now sizzling with the heat of catching lightning before he could. He saw a blur of red—candy-red, Piri-red. Oh, she’d put the lightning rod there.
And then any coherent thought was lost to the blinding torture of a brick-red, Tal-red blur picking him up and sweeping him away.
my school is canceled from a storm soooo i’m gonna binge watch murder house till the sun comes up :)
facts 🙂⛈️
Worst thing ever in the whole world is when a thunderstorm is forecasted and then it doesn’t storm. literally so rude I was excited for this all day.