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edutainer2022 · 10 days

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A cold, vicious cyclone caught me unawares in the middle of the city the other day, right as I decided it was too hot for the coat. So, naturally, Scott gets under the weather in NYC, quite literally (and is being a stubborn doofus about it). It's an Earth and Sky fluff, but in the end, John decided he wanted in, so Earth and Star have a good hearty chat too. Virgil and John are being very good brothers. Absolutely nothing hurts. A greatful boop to @idontknowreallywhy, @astranite and @janetm74 for soft fabrics and Top Gun featuring.

UNDER THE WEATHER

The perks of living on a tropical island included not only it being remote, secluded and perfect to house a state-of-the-art rescue operation. It was also the whole being TROPICAL deal. Whenever one stepped out - it was reliably warm. The downside of living on a remote tropical island was losing the habit to navigate the regular four-seasons weather. Or the fickle New York City climate.

Truthfully, Scott didn't miss it much. Of course, he'd be fondly nostalgic about Kansas and snow slides, or, would occasionally get caught up in the inherent wistful mood of early NYC fall. But he definitely didn't miss THIS - being caught up in the icy torrent and orange warning winds two blocks away from the Tracy Tower. In nothing but his dress shirt and slacks.

They were at Tracy Industries headquarters with Virgil for the better half of the week. Virgil was involved in pre-screening the latest batch of R&D pitches, before they would move on to Brains and John for the final approval and production. Scott was held hostage by the Department of Finance for budget amendments and redistribution.

When the opportunity presented itself, well into the afternoon, to escape his own untimely death by paperwork or premeditated murder of a high ranking employee, Scott ran for the hills, slipping expertly beneath the radar of Kayo's handpicked security detail.

His underlying motive was quite noble - to walk to that coffe-shop Virgil liked and get his brother and himself some decent coffee. Virgil loved coffee and Scott loved Virgil - the rationale for his sortie was ironclad. Of course, pursuing exclusively immaculate fraternal care didn't provide for ditching his earpiece and wrist com. The hasty retreat also meant his designer (and more importantly in his current predicament - woolen) jacket got left hanging on the back of his chair by the bay window. He forgot this wasn't Tracy Island, the sun outside the window and climate control in the offices and their penthouse at the top of the Tracy Tower lulled his vigilance. And now, without a comm to get a timely warning from Eos or to call a cab (or the security SUV with a profound apology, or One from the landing pad on the roof), Scott was caught in the sudden onslaught of a cyclone.

The prudent thing to do would be to go back to the Tower. So, of course, Scott decided in favor of the opposite and broke into a run for the rest of the distance to the coffee place. The relentless laws of physics - speed and resistance - made sure he was soaked through the very last thread of clothing on his body and chilled to the bone by the time he got there.

His hair plastered to the forhead, the supershiny gel having lost the round with the freezing downpour, rivers of water drained down from the top of his head all the way past the suit slacks and dress shoes splashed in muck. There were poodles of water INSIDE his shoes. His socks were wet. His shirt was drenched. The squelching of the fabric as he walked up to the counter suggested he was wet EVERYWHERE. Yuk! That, at least, he didn't know as he was getting numb all over from the cold.

Scott was aware he probably looked like a wet stray cat. It was that or his shirt became see-through in the rain - as a barrista with a cute smile tried to waive his fee for the coffee. Unacceptable! He paid for two extra large, extra strong brews, and rushed out, stifling a sneeze. Must have been the shirt, since one of the take-away cups had a phone number scrolled on the side. Which was a small consolation, as he broke into a jog again, making his way back through the raging elements.

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The Tracy Industries front desk in the lobby, thankfully, didn't detain him, so he snuck into the elevator, not making eye contact with anyone. It was getting increasingly hard to hold the coffee cups - his hands were numb and shaking, and his teeth were clattering in time with full body shivers. Scott was sure he had hit the executive floor button, but the elevator made no stop, gliding all the way up to the private penthouse. Figures. He'd probably earned himself a lecture not only from the on site security team, but from John as well.

The door slid open on his approach across an antechember and he was welcomed in the hallway by a wall of flannel presided by furrowed black brows. Scott brandished the procured coffee cups like a shield, instinctively. He would sound more nonchalant if he were not stuttering from the cold.

"Hey, Virg, I got your favorite coffee!"

His face muscles were too frozen for a smile.

Virgil was holding a massive towel, or maybe a full body length terrycloth sheet, like an unfurled banner, and appeared completely unmoved by Scott's heroic endeavor.

"How very kind of you! Now step on the rug and strip. I'm not mopping after you!"

Scott looked down and found himself standing, indeed, on one of Gordon's old bright pool towels. It was already soaked halfway through with all the water Scott was dripping. He felt marginally ashamed as the elevator likely sported poodles too. But it was hard to maintain several self-deprecating emotions at once, being that cold and miserable.

The styrofoam cups were tentatively deposited on the glove table. Scott peeled off his soaked dress shirt and shed the trousers more than eagerly, toed off wet (and probably ruined too) shoes. Francesco the designer would bite his head off. But that could wait. He needed something warm off the rack now! A move off the towel was aborted, however, by the reappearance of the Eyebrows over the terrycloth edge.

"Uh-uh! Everything, Scooter! You're NOT wedging your undies behind the shower stall. Again!"

Scott sighed. That was ONE TIME! He was sneaking back past the curfew and tried to conceal evidence. Unsuccessfully, as it turned out. The moment the last wet cloth on him joined the pile on the floor, he was wrapped head to ankles in the sea of soft blue fabric and steered in the general direction of the shower.

"You know the drill! Try to warm up under hot water as long as you can. If you feel lightheaded - yell, I'll be right here."

The scolding shower helped somewhat. He could still feel the freezing grip around his ribs, but his extremities were not as numb anymore, at least. There was a stack of warm sleepwear waiting for him as he stepped out in the cloud of fog. Scott smiled - it was a motley assembly of his own clean trunks and sweatpants, a well-worn soft flannel shirt and a Denver Engineering hoodie, that swapmed his frame. Hair toweled off and curling every which way, he was mostly ready to venture back out into the colder world, but felt dead tired.

There was a nest of throw pillows and a blanket, assembled on the couch, unfolded to full length, in the living room. Scott made an immediate beeline for it and tugged the blanket around his shoulders, trying to fold his feet beneath as well. The shivers were crawling back. Virgil emerged from a door that was decidedly neither Scott's nor his own room, carrying a pair of fluffy bright orange socks and an extra comforter.

***

After some gentle, yet determined, coaxing, the orange socks were tugged onto Scott's icy cold feet and a second blanket was tucked snuggly around him. Virgil settled by his side against a couple of snatched pillows, pondering idly that they would need to get a spare weighted blanket for the penthouse too. They would also owe John more socks. The Scott-sized frozen burrito shuffled closer and Virgil wrapped an arm around his wayward big brother, offering more of his body warmth. The chills worried Virgil. Scott was fit and healthy, but he was chronically exhausted and hadn't been exposed to cyclones without IR-grade water-proof gear, or at least a raincoat, in a while.

"So... you wanna watch Top Gun?"

It was a rhetorical question, but Scott's face immediately shot up, beaming with a thousand suns. He also did an enthusiastic giant caterpillar wiggle, blanket and all. Virgil thought in that moment his core memory was probably Scott, all bright eyes, gap-teeth smile and dimples, bouncing with excitement and unbridled energy. He wished he got to revisit it more often.

The opening frames rolled on the holoscreen to the sound of the all too familiar Anthem. Virgil finally reached for so hard earned cup of coffee, now reheated, and couldn't contain a snort.

"Aw, Scooter, you actually scored a number for your troubles?"

It was obvious Scott wasn't going to last through the movie - his eyes were droopping and voice slurred, mostly muffled by plaid flannel.

"M'dashin'!"

A smaller hologram appeared at that exact moment on Virgil's comm. John looked way too amused:

"Actually, that's the number of a homeless shelter around the corner from the coffee shop."

Virgil's laughter full on rumbled at that. He raised a hand to ruffle the back of big brother's head:

"Oh yeah, you're a dashing idiot."

"M'cold."

The muffled complain was exemplified by a full body shiver.

"Sure, Scotty! You're a cold, wet, dashing idiot."

There was no protest to that, just a soft, slightly stuffed snore. Virgil adjusted the hold on the now sound asleep biggest brother to snuggle him closer.

***

The F-14A Tomcat was playing chicken with a MiG-28 on the screen. John's hologram lingered. Virgil could tell the space ginger was concerned more than he let on. John finally spoke.

"Is he gonna be alright? Should I cancel his Friday?"

Untamed by the gel, the now dry and fluffy ringlets made it difficult to reach Scott's forhead, but the back of Virgil's hand found the way, careful not to disturb. The skin was cool to his touch, no signs of fever.

"He'll be alright. He just needs to warm up and sleep it off."

He moved to rub a soothing circle over Scott's back as the big brother relaxed deeper into sleep. It was sorely tempting to clear Scott's schedule for the next day and mandate more rest. But Virgil was aware it would pose a risk of Scott, not held down by a cold, hairing off to the island in One, insisting to be back on the roster, if not on TI business. That would be a shame, as a big part of the weekend, Virgil had been looking forward to, was going to see Tosca at the Metropolitan Opera with biggest brother.

John was still hovering, unconvinced. Virgil siged, but smiled:

"Well, Johnny, unless you want to come down from orbit and join me at the box, I'd rather our reservation to a sold out six months in advance opera didn't fall through."

John looked appropriately appalled and quite earnest:

"I love you more than my life, brother, but I do draw a line at too many people doing too many loud things in a confined space. Call me Johnny and see how often I come down from orbit!"

Virgil stifled a huff of laughter, as Scott shuddered and groaned quietly, but, thankfully, didn't wake up. The warm-up circles over his back and shoulders resumed. Virgil hugged him closer. John shifted attention to the swaddled biggest brother in fond amusement.

"What did you bribe him with, anyway?"

Virgil didn't have the energy to protest.

"Apfelschtrudel from that place Gordon found. And he can preview the R&D projects I selected for Brains, if he gets bored. No call-outs, no reports, no work mail though."

The gazed Virgil fixed on John was full of fair warning. It was John's turn to smile.

"Don't worry. You love watching opera and Scott loves watching us doing what we love. He'll be fine. And locked out of his work accounts, for good measure."

Silence stretched for several moments, interrupted only by Scott's soft snoring.

Virgil looked down on the slumbering brother in his arms, then back at John.

"I wish he did more of what he loves. Just Scott. For himself - not for us, or for the company, or the world."

That wasn't an issue easily solved in a casual conversation through an impromptu movie night. If at all. John knew that too, all too well. The brother in orbit chewed on his lip, lost in thought.

"You could sugget he get coffee in that place again. She's a Hudson Uni postgraduate. Cultural Anthropology."

Virgil was mostly used to John's the Resident Genius thoughts veering in unexpected directions, but the ginger thoroughly lost him there.

"Huh? Who's a postgrad where?"

John rolled his eyes in exasperation commonly reserved to explaining things to the bristling rescuees and a five year old Gordon.

"The barrista that gave Scott a shelter number today. She works part time and volunteers there often. One time she even volunteered at the IR disaster site. Remember, the sinkhole? She seems nice."

Top Gun closing scenes were replaced by assorted social media pages and university profile pages. Virgil gulped.

"John! You can't go doxxing random people!"

John's hologram up in orbit shrugged:

"I have Eos run background checks automatically on anyone who comes in contact with you guys. We can't take any chances!"

There was sound and, sadly, field proved reasoning behind what nearly cost them barely averted tragedy on several occasions. But still... Virgil kept staring at a pretty blond smiling from the holoscreen.

"That gotta be illegal!"

"Only if I get caught."

Turquoise eyes twinkled in nothing remotely resembling remorse. He still didn't cut off the call.

"Do you wanna come down here for the weekend?"

Virgil suddenly felt the need to have more brothers accounted for and within reach. There was hope in the way John actually gave it a thought.

"Only if you don't make me go to the opera. I ordered you pizza, by the way."

A wave of warmth washed over Virgil and he tightened the grip on Scott's frame instinctively.

"You're my favoretest brother not asleep at the moment!"

He was graced with another eyeroll.

"You spend entirely too much time around Gordon. I'll have Eos screen the calls and land the elevator on the Tower tomorrow evening, your time, if there's no major catastrophe."

Virgil resisted the urge to fistpupm in the air. Definitely too much time around Gordon. Another thought occurred to him as he remembered a detail John mentioned when vetting the unsuspecting compassionate barrista.

"Hey, John! Could you..."

"Right ahead of you, brother. An anonymous donation was made to the homeless shelter and free kitchen an hour ago."

And they said Virgil and Scott were uncanny telepathic. Then again, it was to be expected. Anyone who was genuinely kind and considerate to their favorite Idiot, or attempted to course-correct his destruction path, inadvertently gained a lifelong ally in every one of them. Maybe he really needed to nudge Scott to go get more of the good coffee tomorrow. Equipped with an umbrella that time around.

#thunderbirds are go #scott tracy #scott tracy needs a hug #and gets one #scott tracy needs a cuff up his head #virgil tracy #did sign up for this #earth and sky #john tracy didn't sign up for this #earth and star #tracy brotherdom of love #my fic #thunderbirds 2015 #methinks i have astronomy

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dollsuguru · 3 months

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suguru is a space nerd it’s true <3

#I’M HAVING SM FUN WRITING THIS FIC AHHHHH but omg i’m on a dialogue heavy portion i need to google how to do engaging dialogue #also he’s suchhhhh. an astronomy dork #methinks he would name all of the constellations in the sky while on a date w you <3 #personal

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celestial-alignment · 2 years

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Do you know where I can find Jim pining after Artie fics?

There are a couple by @pursuitoftruth on AO3 (as autumn_storms_and_coffee_rings) that I just love: The Night of the Unexpected Admission 1,607 words. Rating General Audiences. The Night of the Icy Promise 1,849 words. Not Rated.

I wrote a few myself that have some pining as well. The Night of the Passionate Potation 3,379 words. Rating Mature.

The Night of the Tender Cipher 703 words. Rating General Audiences.

And Yet Methinks I have Astronomy 1,027 words. Rating General Audiences.

#I have the urge to write more pining Jim fics though!#fic rec #fic boost #jim/artie #artemus gordon/james west #james west #artemus gordon #the wild wild west #the wild wild west tv #fanfics #my writing #twww #ao3 #pining

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mudskip-muses · 2 years

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🌝: Envious and 💦:Guilt with fuyuhiko and gundham, but a drabble if you don't mind since I don't have a roleplay blog lol :)))

under the cut cause i got carried away uwu

"You wear each one of your emotions like the freckles upon your cheeks, a smattering of stardust only visible under the right light."

The voice had Fuyuhiko startling, the yakuza nearly falling from his perch upon a high tree branch when it had broken him from his thoughts, the rustle of leaves being the only answer Gundham received until the smaller man could keep himself from crashing to the ground.

"What the fuck does that even mean? If you're here to spout poetry at me, you're gonna have to do better than that." Gundham just smiled, a playful glint in his eye as he stared up at the man in the tree. It may have been huffed, but it wasn't a dismissal, more of an invitation, if one knew how to read it.

"Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm’d; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d."

The breeder looked smug from where he stood, no doubt realizing the yakuza hadn't actually expected him to spout such prose at him. Were they just words? A simple memorization? Or had they been meant for him, to say what Gundham couldn't normally? Fuyuhiko just rolled his eyes though, ignoring how the blush on his cheeks only reinforced Gundham's initial statement, the freckles popping out brightly under the right light.

"Real original, try again." Another invitation, more obvious this time, one that had a smile on the breeder's lips as he stepped closer to the tree, a hand on the bark as he gazed up at the other.

"But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive, And, constant stars, in them I read such art As truth and beauty shall together thrive, If from thyself, to store thou wouldst convert; Or else of thee this I prognosticate: Thy end is truth’s and beauty’s doom and date."

Fuyuhiko just looked confused at the word's end, mind sifting through what he knew in an attempt to identify them, but without success. Gundham had planned that too, no doubt, all in an effort to make the yakuza talk, curiosity getting the best of him.

"...Alright, I'll bite. What the fuck was that?" Gundham's smile only grew, his hand leaving the bark to be replaced by his shoulder in a casual lean.

"It is still Shakespeare. Sonnet fourteen, I do believe, but from the middle. I felt it more fitting." Fuyuhiko replayed the words, what exactly all that could mean, but starting from the middle was no way to solve a problem, one had to go back to the start.

"...What's the beginning?" Not an opening of a door, but the closing of one, this time behind the breeder instead of in his face.

"Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck; And yet methinks I have Astronomy, But not to tell of good or evil luck, Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons’ quality; Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell, Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind, Or say with princes if it shall go well By oft predict that I in heaven find..."

A beat of pause.

"You've been avoiding me." It's said simply, and offers no room for argument, but Fuyuhiko tries anyways.

"That's not part of the poem." It's said just a simply, as obvious as Gundham's observation had been, but it's hollow, once again a reinforcement of the breeder's last words.

"Not his no, but ours." That brought a sneer to Fuyu's lips, so very tired of trying to read between the lines. No doubt Gundham was thinking the same thing.

"Maybe you should take up poetry, you fucking overdramatic bastard." It's an insult, yes, but one without heat, the anger behind it a simple cover to the real problem at hand. Gundham was nearing the start, and Fuyuhiko knew it.

"What is poetry without a muse?" It's not meant to be bait, but it acts as such anyways, Fuyuhiko offering a scoff as he averts his gaze, fingers picking idly at the bark of his perch.

"What, Sonia isn't good enough?" His eyes widen with a realization, the words not meant to be spoken. It wasn't Sonia's fault she was friends with the breeder, that she could pick apart what he said with ease. It wasn't jealously, but it was still ugly, a longing for something he didn't have.

"Ah, so that's what this is about." For once, the breeder doesn't sound smug, but sad, even if his plan to get Fuyuhiko talking had worked. It only made the yakuza all the angrier, his guilt at speaking what wasn’t mean to be spoken forgotten as he spat out his words with a sneer.

"Don't fucking pretend like you know what I-"

"You rotate around each other as simple as breathing, have a history in that there is none. Simple infatuation born of close proximity, only having the other and nothing else to call their own besides misery and trauma of the worst kind."

"Will you stop with the fucking poetry?!"

"It is not poetry, but you and Pekoyama. A simple observation, nothing more."

Silence. Emotions seen in the right light.

"Sure fucking sounds like poetry." But it's softer, another invitation, if one knew how to read it.

"Perhaps it is because I am looking upon my muse." A smug smirk from Gundham, reflected back on the yakuza's face. A door opened.

"Real fucking original, try again."

#im just using gundham as an excuse to quote poetry at this point hdfjs #hes perfect for it i cant help it lmao #sorry this took so long i was having trouble figuring out how to meld envy and guilt together #migraine didnt help lmao #i may go back to this one before i post it on ao3 #there are parts im not super happy with and wanna add more to #but i cant parse out how right now #but im impatient and wanna post it now lmao #drabbles #muse: gundham tanaka #muse: fuyuhiko kuzuryu #kuzudam

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wyrmfedgrave · 5 months

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Pics: All of them are pretty much self explanatory, being book covers...

1902: Output.

Life: Nothing actually changed for Lovecraft this year. He was still being mentored at home. And he still read thru his grandad's attic library...

His mom was still at odds with her only child. But, she & her aunts also continued to put his needs above their own. Buying him chemistry sets, Jellygraph equipment & even his own telescope...

Output: Lovecraft finished several poetic works this year: 1st, he finally finished "Metamorphoses", 4 minor poems "Poemata Minora" & a nod to the Confederate flag.

1. Ovid's "Metamorphoses" has already been discussed but, here's a recap -

This is a random collection of ancient Roman myths. The tales are mostly not connected, until the last 3rd of the work.

Plot wise, it ranges from the creation of the world to Caesar's murder.

It's theme is mostly about people making rash decisions due to love &/or passion.

As for any 'lessons', there's "change is eternal" & "ordering anything is futile!" Do you think HPL learned something from this?

Since Ovid dared to criticize Emperor Augustus, the writer was exiled to the Black Sea area - where he died.

2. Poemata Minora, Volume Two - These poetic 'series' was written when Lovecraft was 11 years old & self published via Jellygraph.

These works are dedicated, by HPL, "to the Gods, Heroes & Ideals of the Ancients." His preface makes mention of "my" Odyssey, Iliad, Aeneid & the like...

Are there more early poems by HPL? Or, is he talking about his grandpa's array of books?

Volume One is considered lost. But, Volume Two is made up of 5 very short poems. Not really flash fiction, but minute mood pieces.

Quotes:

A. Ode to Selene (with a shout out to Diana) -

A1. "Hide harsh truth in sweet illusion mild."

A2. "Let my spirit rest amid the past."

B. To the Old Pagan Religion -

B1. "Are there no Dryads in these wooded mounts; Over which I often, in desolation, roam?"

C. On the Ruin of Rome -

C1. "Wither has gone, great city; The race that gave law to all?"

D. To Pan -

D1. "Seated in a woodland glen; By a shallow, reedy stream;... I fell... lulled into... dream."

E. On the Vanity of Human Ambition -

E1. "True bliss, methinks,... man can find; In virtuous life & cultivated mind."

3. CSA 1861 to 1865: To the Starry Cross of the South -

Not about the Confederacy, really, but on their war flag. It was adopted, after the Civil War, as a symbol of the South's heritage of slavery & white supremacy...

Quotes:

A. "Proclaming high the rights of human kind."

B. "The South, by treachery's overthrown."

In A, Lovecraft seems unaware of the irony of the "rights of human kind." While he meant the rights of Whites, we must remember that our own Constitution was written with white, land owning folks in mind - not for any other whites or colored folk...

Luckily, fairer minded politicians (Good Lord!! They exist!) have expanded the original meaning to include all of mankind.

In B, we have an early form of HPL adding modern myths to old lies. What we now know as "False News".

The Confederacy was defeated thru gruesome military battles & massive destruction. Until, Robert E. Lee finally surrendered - or the South would have been totally devastated.

That's how raw northern sentiments ran. But, Lincoln stepped in & used federal funds to help rebuild the South - not long before he was assassinated.

As for the South's leaders, most of them emigrated to Brazil, where some of their settlements still survive...

4. "The Secret of the Grave" might have been written during this year. But, it may just be another name for "The Mystery of the Graveyard."

5A. Also out this year was "The Moon", an early scientific work. Lovecraft wrote that learning astronomy was the single greatest thing to ever happen to him!

5B. He actually dreamed of flying above the planet & plunging out into the dark void...

Criticism: At 11 years old, Lovecraft is slowly connecting myth making with his storytelling abilities. He is also growing up - though he later hated the very idea...

#1902: output #HPL Poetry #hpl bio #young lovecraft

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p-isforpoetry · 9 months

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Sonnet 14 by William Shakespeare (read by Alex Jennings)

Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck; And yet methinks I have Astronomy, But not to tell of good or evil luck, Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality;

Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell, Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind, Or say with princes if it shall go well By oft predict that I in heaven find:

But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive, And, constant stars, in them I read such art As truth and beauty shall together thrive, If from thyself, to store thou wouldst convert;

Or else of thee this I prognosticate: Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date.

Source: The Sonnets: William Shakespeare - Alex Jennings, 1997

#Sonnet 14 #william shakespeare #shakespeare #poem #poetry #audio #Alex Jennings

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clayhaus · 2 years

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Sh2-157, the Lobster Claw Nebula was the primary target here. Located some 10,000 light years away in Cassiopeia it is a Hydrogen II rich emission nebula. The wide field in this 5.5 hour capture also yields several other interesting targets. In the far upper right lies M52, a large open star cluster some 4600 light years distant. The famous Bubble Nebula is below the cluster and I have recently imaged it with my larger scope. Lower still is a knot of light — NGC 7538 — that is a stellar nursery and a massive protostar, which is a very young star that is still gathering mass from its parent molecular cloud. Finally, just below the claw is another open star cluster, NGC 7510. This is a very rich section of sky to explore, methinks. #clayhausphotography #stellar #nebula #nebulae #zwocameras #astrophotography #astronomy #cassiopeia https://www.instagram.com/p/CiogLbqO9yQ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#clayhausphotography #stellar #nebula #nebulae #zwocameras #astrophotography #astronomy #cassiopeia

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lacefuneral · 3 years

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Methinks pike dexter autistic

YES!!! I thought that too! avoiding eye contact, needing personal space, dedication to research and projects, and being shy in social situations.

i think cooking would be an obvious special interest of his but i think he'd also be interested in astronomy. that scene where he discusses taurus with henry is so wonderful. i'd like to imagine they have a lot of exchanges like that - comparing stories about the stars.

i think henry even buys him a nice telescope at some point and the two of them stargaze :)

#replies #anonymous #big eden

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tetsunova · 2 years

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for an event people could send in characteristics about them and you tell them who you think their highest hq kin is and maybe a little hc about how they are similar and if it works best for a friendship or relationship?

or something shipping cuz that’s always fun

i’ve been saving this ask since 300 cause i loved it so much thank you anon😭

firstly thank you again for 500, we were at 400 just a couple weeks ago? that’s crazy lmao. so grateful for all the moots and followers that have been here since day one. we may not interact much but i do see your names pop up in my activity and i adore you for the support. hope you stick around <3

nova’s 500 lovers

Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art; They draw but what they see, know not the heart. - sonnet 24

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? (sonnet 18)

send in stuff about you, and i’ll assign you a kin, and match you up with someone !

｡ ★ • *｡ mention which fandom you want (haikyuu or jjk) and what gender you’d prefer to be matched up with

｡ ★ • *｡ what i need: your hobbies, what your day usually looks like, likes, dislikes and anything else you want to send in ! (optional: mbti and enneagram)

status: closed !

Ere you were born, was beauty’s summer dead. (sonnet 104)

appearance matchups ! send me a picture or two of yours, or a picrew that looks like you and i’ll assign you a kin and match you up with someone !

｡ ★ • *｡ mention which fandom you want (haikyuu or jjk) and what gender you’d prefer to be matched up with

｡ ★ • *｡ if you do it on anon please add and emoji so that you know it’s for you because i won’t be posting anyones pictures on here

｡ ★ • *｡ pictures will be deleted immediately after i’m done with the matchup

status: closed !

Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck, And yet methinks I have astronomy (sonnet 15)

your favourite haikyuu/ jjk boy is going to write you a letter! could be anything from a couple hundred words to a good five hundred words. male characters only.

｡ ★ • *｡ mention which character you want, the genre (angst, fluff or comfort), your pronouns, the nicknames/pet names you’d like the character to call you, your name/alais

｡ ★ • *｡ let me know what content you want it to include (compulsory for comfort, optional for others)

｡ ★ • *｡ i will have only 5 spaces for this one, only because i want it to be well written and not rushed. first come fist basis only.

slots open: 0/5

way to send in a request: you just go hi nova could i have a sonnet (insert sonnet number) please? + whatever i’ve asked you to send in.

any questions? feel free to ask

#nova’s 500 lovers #THE TITLE IS SO CHEESY HAHAHAHAHA #kinda vibe w it tho

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dilfbatman · 3 years

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From the fanfics and headcanons ive read of damian meeting and interacting w/ the jl he's written as not getting along w/ or just disliking hal 😭 but i do love the ones where dami is a curious lil shit and tries to sneakily take his ring lmao So i was wondering what your take is on Damian meeting Hal for the first time and any headcanons you have of gl damian 🥺 also i saw your fanart of dami w/ hal and LOVE IT! Its so amazing!!!!! Ever since the concept art of green lantern dami i have not known peace 😔 feeling robbed lmaoo

OMG THANK YOU SM <3 my hc’s are the complete opposite i think hal is damian’s FAVORITE justice league member and i feel like dami has done all his research on hal & the green lantern corps and all the GL’s have adopted dami as their own :’) bruce is Pained & Hurt because out of everyone... dami did you really have to choose HAL? my RIVAL? and dami is like... he’s cool & can go to outerspace & has a willpower ring... what can YOU do old man? and bruce just has to. Stay Quiet bc he lost </3 he should be used to it now frankly

- omfg when he meets hal for the first time i like to imagine it’s as him as damian not robin... he’s in the batcave & all he can see is GL floating up to bruce’s dinosaur and bruce being like “jordan... get your ass DOWN here” and since damian is OBSESSED w the green lantern corps he’s like “WAIT. are you hal jordan? wielder of the will power ring? protector of sector 2814? the most powerful green lantern in the universe?” and since damian is as close to wide eyed as can be hal ignores the fact that he knows his civilian identity and instead goes “oh... THE most powerful green lantern in the universe... yeah it’s me kid :’) nice to meet ya!” and damian is like trying to be cool and is like yeah it’s pretty cool to meet me... and hal flies over and gives him a handshake and all damian can think is for this man has seen the whole universe... i wonder if he’ll take me

- since hal is an adhd legend & so is damian and the whole batfam i like to think that the first thing that happens is damian intodumping literally everything he knows about the green lantern corps even the classified stuff and hal is just like Dear God How The Fuck Does He Know That and bruce is like God I Wish My Son Thought I Was That Cool </3 and listen! damian is such an intelligent child and i think everyone in the room can sense his GENUINE interest in learning & knowledge and dami is a space kid through & through! i think the stars fascinate him (same w rocks and geology and dinosaurs and etc... but he’s an astronomy kid For Sure)

- i think damian just asks hal anything and everything and hal doesn’t get bored of it like he thinks it’s genuinely sweet but i don’t think he’d take damian up there at first bc he’s like it’s dangerous and you’d have to wield the ring and it’s a whole thing but i think he would absolutely with bruce’s permission one day take damian up in the stars and meet the GL corps

- the day he goes is the best day of damian’s life and he’s in tears because he can see the stars, he can see the planets, he can see nebulas and suns and the other GL members come to say hello and he loves all of them and i think hal is like. you can keep this suit... here’s a ring... here’s some more memorabilia and here let’s take a pic to show your dad : ) insert damian doing that “trying to hold in his tears next to his idol” pose

- while i LOVE the idea of damian trying to steal his ring (and he does try to) i think he ultimately wants to go up in space WITH hal... there’s something about being near him that makes damian happy & safe! damian wants to one day be the leader of the GL corps and hal does his whole “be good, eat veggies, and face your fears and you will!” like yeah hal can be a fun little shit but at the end of the day methinks he cares so much about batman’s lil son that he would literally do anything for him <3 hal is the fun uncle and bruce is Furious (jokingly but also Not) but he’s happy that damian looks and acts like the little boy he is when talking about the green lantern corps and what he saw in space! like “BABA LOOK I FOUND THIS ALIEN ROCK” and bruce is so interested and fascinated bc he’s also a space nerd and is like “LET’S ANALYZE IT!!!!!!” and they’re both like HELL YEAH!!!!!! give me fun uncle hal moments and cute father son moments b/t dami & bruce

#asks #basically. damian dresses up as a GL every halloween while jon dresses as superman and it’s the best thing they’ve ever done #damian: hey jon wanna go to space #jon: yea i’m done w my hw anyways let’s go 💯#i know some people find hal annoying but. he’s my adhd mood i relate So Heavy to him 😭#long post

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edutainer2022 · 13 days

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In commemoration of that time, recently, when I delivered a conference keynote in a ridiculous o'clock timezone, after having been up and neck deep in other energy draining university commitments for three days straight on four hours of sleep at best, here's a little thing. I couldn't remember what I was talking about the minute the presentation ended. Scott Tracy is a public speaker extraordinaire on bingo sleep and adrenaline overdose. His brothers are worried and have to think on their feet. Special thanks to @astranite for nudging my muse in this direction.

AUTOPILOT

The trick was to get him off the stage. Scott Tracy, the Tracy Industries CEO, giving an opening keynote at the New Frontiers Expo had been scheduled a year in advance (involving the program committee begging on hands and knees for a year prior, Scott's annual commitments shuffling, some major security concessions, up to and including Kayo's team practically taking over the venue security altogether, as well as meeting a hard line of excluding any tech associated with Langstrom Fischler from the exhibits or conference talks).

Nobody could predict a mine collapse and Scott Tracy, the Commander of IR and Thunderbird One, being involved on site for the past thirty six hours (a good portion of that time spent underground without sleep).

The family medics' quorum, in full agreement with the family extended quorum, voted for canceling his public appearance and putting him on mandated rest. For a week. But Scott Tracy gave his word. So Scott Tracy gave his talk.

As keynotes go it was a huge success. Scott was passionate, funny and inspired, engaging the audience with dimples, moving personal touches and heartfelt convictions. The listeners were just about ready to "boldly go" wherever Scott would lead the way to a better, technologically enhanced and kinder tomorrow.

They divided forces in case the predictable worse actually came to pass. Virgil was behind the podium with a med kit and med scanner at hand. Gordon unironically got a tranq gun, which earned him a side-eye, but knowing Scott it might as well come handy.

John was in the audience, vigilant and listening to the keynote (and rather enjoying biggest brother public speaking prowess - seriously, how did Scott do it, half-dead on his feet?), ready to step up and take over if need be. That wouldn't be what the hundreds of Expo attendees payed and donated to R&D funds for, but they'd be getting A Dr. Tracy, at least, if The Mr. Tracy collapsed mid-sentence.

That was just the problem at the moment. Scott didn't. He concluded the speech, got a standing ovation, and was now just sort of hanging out on stage, swaying slightly. It was obvious he was running on dregs of fumes of an adrenaline high, refusing to crash on sheer willpower. It was also obvious Scott was completely unfocused and unaware where he was and what he'd been doing the minutes prior. The brilliant blue eyes were getting telltale glassy.

John had a FRANTIC Virgil booming in his earpiece. The public spotlight made the logistics of what needed to happen next tricky: they couldn't just drag him off the podium in a firefighter hold or tranq him - and spoil the profound impression of the speech; they also couldn't wait much longer till Scott fainted in front of everyone (and possibly injured himself by the fall). John was half on his way up to try and steer Scott bodily off the stage. Gordon would have been a better man for the job - dressing the thing up with a quip and some theatrics, but the Fish was still in uniform. IR on site, crashing the keynote, might have set off unwelcome panic, dangerous in a crowded space.

In the end, it was still Gordon's out-of-the-box thinking that saved the situation. They could all hear a boy's voice through their earpieces - Alan went for the highest littlest-brother-in-distress pitch he could master:

"Scotty, could you come here? I'm right behind you! Scotty, please!"

Scott could hear it too. A less exhausted brain would have remembered Allie was on the island still. They agreed Scott would take him the next day on a tour around the Expo and to several talks the kid wanted to attend.

But Scott's bandwidth capacity at the moment was reduced to the most rudimentary parent-brain instincts. So he started slightly, turned on his heel and marched backstage. It took a bit of flailing to placate a wild-eyed Scott that a) Allie wasn't in danger; b) Allie wasn't there immediately available for inspection and protecting from danger.

It came as close as Gordon clicking the safety off the tranq gun. But finally, the blue eyes stopped searching the perimeter behind Virgil's shoulder and rolled back. Scott slumped as a ragdoll in Virgil's hold.

John rushed to join the brothers the moment he heard Alan on comms. In between the three of them they settled the Commander on a hoverstrecher. Virgil insisted on a quick scan on the spot. Nothing more serious beyond bruises, exhaustion, stress and dehydration. Small mercies. Every single one of them had a private itemized inventory of possible injuries Scott might have "forgotten" to mention in order to be cleared for the keynote commitment.

Kayo's security team were clearing the path for them, off the Expo busy routes, to leave for Thunderbird Two discretely.

John lingered to brush the fringe off Scott's now noticeably pale forehead. His original intent was to go straight back to orbit after the biggest brother was sorted out. But now, there was no way Grandma or Virgil would let Scott out of the infirmary for the next forty eight hours at least. Nor would Virgil let biggest brother out of his sight for at least twice as long after. So it would fall to John to take Alan to the Expo and show the boy around.

John didn't favor crowded bustling places on a good day, but it was crucial not to disappoint or worry the kid. Scotty unconscious, sedated and grounded would have him anxious enough. It was also a great bonding opportunity with the baby-brother and a way to lift a bit of weight off Scott's shoulders. John knew biggest brother enough to foresee he'd beat himself up for succumbing to weakness and letting Alan down. John couldn't have that. So he landed a hand for support on Gordon's shoulder and all together they started the way home.

#thunderbirds are go #scott tracy #scott tracy needs a break #john tracy #john tracy didn't sign up for this #virgil tracy #gordon tracy #and thinks fast #alan tracy #features briefly #john tracy is a good brother #methinks i have astronomy #my fic #thunderbirds 2015 #tracy brotherdom of love

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queerbuckleys · 2 years

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rose, lavender 😌

Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck,

And yet methinks I have astronomy,

But not to tell of good or evil luck,

Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality;

Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell,

Pointing to each his thunder, rain, and wind,

Or say with princes if it shall go well,

By oft predict that I in heaven find;

But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,

And, constant stars, in them I read such art

As truth and beauty shall together thrive,

If from thyself to store thou wouldst convert;

Or else of thee this I prognosticate:

Thy end is truth’s and beauty’s doom and date.

W. Shakespeare

😘

What color am I?

#treacherousdiaz #ask aj and they answer #ej ☀️

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celestial-alignment · 2 years

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Masterlist of my Wild Wild West Fanfic!

Of all the fandoms, I have written the most fics for TWWW, so I figured it was time for a masterlist! I separated them by the platonic and romantic fics, since I know shipping Jim and Artie isn’t everyone’s cup of tea.

Platonic:

The Night of the Valley of Death Rated General Audience. 2,817 words. Jim and Artie are left for dead in Death Valley. Just another day on the job.

The Night of the Pickled Prussian Rated General Audience. 1,899 words. Jim and Artie are on a mission to find a Prussian spy in the middle of a wedding.

The Night of the Burning Barn Rated General Audience. 611 words. Self preservation? When Artie's in danger? Never heard of it. (This one is easily platonic or romantic. They love each other, no matter how you want to look at it.)

The Night of the Glass Cuffing Not Rated. 2,226 words. A baddie takes away Jim and Artie's ability to speak, so they have to get creative in how they communicate.

Floating, like a vapor, on the soft summer air Rated General Audience. 769 words. Artie discovers that Jim has a secret talent.

Romantic:

Face Lessons Rated Explicit. 2,952 words. Artemus tries to teach Jim how to be ugly, and boy does it backfire.

Sun Rising in the West Rated Explicit. 18,127 words. Jim West gets a little too drunk and kisses Artie, opening up a whole new world of feelings.

And yet Methinks I have Astronomy Rated General Audience. 1,027 words. One shot of Jim getting angsty, and the only cure is Artie's voice.

What Kind of Fool Am I? Rated General Audience. 1,917 words. While attending a wedding, Jim wonders why he has never fallen in love.... Or has he?

Closet Space Rated Explicit. 3,080 words. While on a mission, Jim and Artie hide in a closet that is much, much too small.

The Night of the Tender Cipher Rated General Audience. 703 words. What did Emmett Stark say back in Paradox? “I forgot how full of subtleties you two were.”

The Night of the Good Boy Rated Mature (for violence and gore). 52,244 words. After "The Night of the Wolf" Jim is inflicted with the curse of the werewolf. With Artie's help they try to figure out how to manage this burden, but an old nemesis complicates things.

The Night of the Mordant Memories General Audiences. 683 words. Post retirement, Jim and Artie reminisce about their history together.

The Night of the Passionate Potation Rated Mature. 3,379 words. Based on the prompt: Artie creates a love potion for fun, and Jim accidentally drinks it.

The Night of the One Bed Rated Explicit. 4,445 words. Jim and Artie get caught in the rain and have no choice but to strip down and share the only bed in the room.

The Night of the Desperado Rated Explicit. In Progress. In an alternate timeline, Artemus Gordon is still a Secret Service agent, but Jim West is a notorious outlaw. Artemus has been chasing him from afar for years, but their paths finally cross in an alternate take on the events of The Night of the Vipers.

Other:

Hazard Pay Rating General Audience. 505 words. When you're a thug and you get hired by the villain of the week in The Wild Wild West.

#masterlist #fanfic masterlist #the wild wild west #twww #wild wild west #the wild wild west tv #fanfiction #my writing #twww masterlist #ao3 #archive of our own #jim west #james west #artemus gordon #Artie/jim #jim/artie #artemus gordon/james west #james west/artemus gordon #Update

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