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weird-bookworm · 6 months

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8:10 ᴘᴍ

felix wasn't expecting to wake up to a warm body next to his, and fingers carding through his hair. he stretched himself like a cat and wished he could go back to sleep already. his satisfied groan alerted you that he was up.

your internal alarm had woken you up a little over half an hour ago, used to getting up on time to get to work. felix also usually woke up with you to get ready for his day, but promotions had just ended and he was on a well deserved break.

today though, you had an afternoon shift, meaning you could stay in bed for just a little longer and spend some time with felix. you were sitting next to him, aimlessly scrolling through your phone as you waited for him to get up.

felix threw his arm around your thighs and snuggled into the softness. you giggle at his behaviour, pretty sure he was still half asleep. "baby?" he replied with a small questioning hum, "still sleepy?"

he affirmed with another hum, and looked up at you through his lashes, eyes big but full of love and adoration and sleep. you smiled at him as your brain started flashing kittenkittenkittenkittenkitten in front of your eyes.

as he gave you a tiny smile in return, and turned his head back to where it was, you got a strong urge to pet him, which was easy when you realised your hand was still resting atop his head. you slowly petted him once, and got no reaction, which prompted you to keep doing it again and again.

it was therapeutic in a way, his soft hair gently sliding under your palms. what you weren't expecting, was for him to start making tiny, satisfied sounds, similar to purrs, and nuzzle into your thigh even more.

his eyes were closed, and if it weren't for the quiet mewls he was letting out, you would be sure he was sound asleep.

you smiled at him and went back to scrolling through your phone, deciding to let him sleep for a little more while. eventually, your hand must have stopped it's caresses, because you felt him shift beneath your hand.

his head moved a little, and then he headbutted you.

still sleepy and bleary eyed, he headbutted you again to prompt you into continuing your ministrations and pet him like he was your little cat.

shocked into silence by the sheer adorableness of it, you only started petting him again when he headbutted you a third time. you hurried to keep the phone in your other hand away and started carding your fingers through his hair and then petting him, as he settled down once more, rubbing his cheek against your thigh like a cat getting ready to sleep, which wasn't very inaccurate.

my adorable little cat, you thought, as you stared at him with what you were sure were heart eyes.

#skz #stray kids #felix #lee felix #lee yongbok #felix fluff #timestamp #felix timestamp #skz timestamp #sky writes!!

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foone · 2 months

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We keep finding space stations, and we don't know why yet.

Most are in orbit around planets, but plenty more are orbiting moons, stars, the odd black hole, or just floating in deep space.

Their age varies, some are so old that just getting close enough to dock makes them shatter like glass, others are so recently constructed that the lights are still on and the reactors are still fueled. All are empty of any life or robots smarter than a roomba.

The ones orbiting planets are orbiting dead worlds, or living worlds where nothing on them is smart enough to launch a space station.

The stations in deep space are weirder. The most information came from the one by Epsilon Eridani. A massive installation, it had docking rings for hundreds of vessels, all empty. It was in remarkable shape for how old it was (from the unrepaired micrometeorite impacts, we estimate it has been abandoned for about 3000 years), so we were able to access a lot of information from its main computer. We found the coordinates of several home planets, and visited them all. All were dead, empty, or in one case, simply missing. The star was still there, the other uninhabitable planets mentioned in the databanks were there, but their homeworld? Gone. No debris or expanding gas cloud, it's just missing.

And that's the thing: if we found space stations along with abandoned ruins of ground-based installations, that'd make sense. If we met dozens of living races, amongst a few empty satellites of long dead races, that'd also be expected. But this is all the evidence we're not alone in the universe we've found.

We've sent probes to over half the stars in this galaxy and visited hundreds in crewed spacecraft, but the empty space stations are the only evidence of alien life. Every planet is either a sterile husk, a gas giant, or a vibrant living world with nothing smarter than a giraffe living on it. Oh, there's strange life forms of every kind! But none of them seem sapient, certainly not sapient enough to build a space station.

Where is everyone? We've been asking that question since we first understood the Drake Equation and the Fermi paradox, but the question has taken on a new form as we've gone to the stars and found endless empty houses in the sky.

It's the difference between looking at an empty desert and walking through an abandoned city. In both cases, there's a silent emptiness, but in the latter case, it seems to contain a sinister element. This place is empty, but it shouldn't be. Something made it empty, and we haven't found out why yet.

We keep looking, and keep listening to the echoes of our own footsteps in the silent habitats.

#My writing #Empty houses in the sky

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stardustemotions · 9 months

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I used to think communication was the key until I realized, comprehension is. You can communicate all you want with someone but if they don't understand you, it's silent chaos.

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feral-ballad · 3 months

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Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert, from The Most Foreign Country; “Sky”

[Text ID: “I don’t know whether to think about the sky or you”]

#alejandra pizarnik #love #sky #longing #excerpts #writings #literature #poetry #fragments #selections #words #quotes #poetry collection #typography #poetry in translation

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sky-scribbles · 6 months

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Thinking about Gale's spellbook.

Not the old one, the one he carried when he was Gale, the Wizard of Waterdeep - a gorgeous, leather-and-silver bound thing that bulged with a lifetime's worth of accumulated knowledge. There were spells in there penned over wine and cheese with Elminster; in a flow state that bordered on the spiritual after a night with Mystra, remembering her instruction, the feel of her soul against his. That spellbook was the testament to his success, the proof that he had excelled beyond the excellent -

And then Mystra cut him off from the Weave, and it all become meaningless.

His own runes, rendered incomprehensible; beautiful spell-glyphs that turned from condensed power and knowledge to worthless pieces of art. He has to start anew, from the ground up - reforging his connection to the Weave without Mystra's guidance (without her, without), relearning schoolboy spells. Humiliatingly easy magic, the kind he used to do like it was breathing, except this time he has to study and work and try and try, Tara urging him on with firm but gentle words.

He learns different spells, now. Mage Armour, Shield, Magic Missile. Not the kind of spells that he'll ever need on a day-to-day basis; spells that'll keep him alive long enough when he makes an exodus to the depths of the Underdark, or the centre of some desert wastes, and goes supernova.

The new spellbook is a plainer thing, small enough to fit in a robe pocket (because extradimensional storage spaces are no longer things he can make with a thought). And then he's snatched by a Nautiloid, and... honestly, he'd swear that the spine just wants to hold onto blood-spatters, no matter how many times he cleans them out. The pages get spotted from all the times he's had to flick them open in driving rain; the corners get creased from being shoved in and out of his robes.

And absolutely nothing can protect it from the unstoppable force of his friends.

Karlach nearly sends the whole thing up in flames one night by gesticulating a bit too wildly. Wyll laughs too hard one night and sprays wine all over Gale's new notes on Abjuration. Scratch picks up the entire thing and runs off with it when Gale's back is foolishly turned, and it's only a stern talking-to from Halsin that saves the whole thing from becoming a chew toy.

Smiley cat faces, doodled on the pages in Yenna's untidy hand. A helpful comment from Karlach on the Fireball page: 'AKA FUCK YEAH LET'S GO!!!!' A few lines of Wyll's perfect handwriting, a memento from a long discussion about how infernal energies could enhance fire magic; a few observations from Shadowheart on warding enchantments. Some terse comments on psionic magic from Lae'zel that Gale finds himself weaving into his Shields, and they do seem to hold up a little better now. (Other hands on his spellbook! Touching the pages he carries close to his heart! The man he was would never have believed it.)

He thinks of them all, as he writes new spells. Counterspell, because nothing will touch them. Spells that will carry his people from danger and shield them from harm. He watches Astarion pace before the fire one night and inscribes Sunbeam with a cold smile of promise to Cazador; he glowers at Mizora over the edge of the pages as he ponders what spells would be best suited to killing a devil.

A wizard's spellbook, Elminster told him once, is a reflection of their soul. Gale of Waterdeep's spellbook was a marvel; perfect and polished and resplendant. Untouched by any hands but his own.

Gale Dekarios's spellbook is battered and beloved, covered on every page with the fingerprints of his friends.

#bg3 #bg3 spoilers #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #bg3 gale #i just have feelings about wizards' spellbooks! yes my shadowgast is showing!#sky's writing

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tapakah0 · 7 days

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#HJASDHJGADS M #I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ALL THE NONSENSE I CAME UP TO WHILE ANIMATING #I'm talking about the part with shapeshifting #because #I was thinking if their connection to the god could give perks like keeping sacred stones that could let you transforms in someone #And Holly seems to be very peaceful but it ended up like this....#Also I am wondering why Teegardenians (did I write it right... I'm lazy to check help...) don't... fly away??#marble sky fanart #animation tag

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boyywithluv · 2 years

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#just writer things #sky talks #i did a funny #writing #fanfic #memes #10K YALL HOLY SHIT

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nikswonderland · 1 year

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calamitaswrath · 7 months

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I have feelings about fantasy worlds

[ID: The "shoutout to women, gotta one of my favourite genders" meme edited to say "shoutout to unconventional fantasy world shapes, gotta be one of my favourite settings. I fw individual fantastical areas too if anyone was wondering". Several drawings and screencaps are edited in, such as the Discworld, Laputa from the Ghibli film Castle in the Sky, and the titans Bionis and Mechonis from Xenoblade Chronicles in the upper half. The lower half of the meme has has screencaps from Satorl Marsh and Valak Mountain from Xenoblade Chronicles and Sylvalum from Xenoblade Chronicles X edited in. End ID.]

#uhh idk what to tag this #fantasy #fantasy world #worldbuilding #writing #there these'll have to do #shut up cal you fool #xenoblade #xenoblade chronicles #xenoblade chronicles x #laputa #castle in the sky #discworld #great a'tuin

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weird-bookworm · 4 months

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7:48 ᴘᴍ

warning! beaches and water and one mention of going underwater? it this triggering? idk but i'm putting it here just in case !!

this trip was not planned.

you are sitting in your car, sipping coffee and driving to the nearest beach, while wonwoo sits in the passenger seat ("you be the passenger princess today, i feel like driving"), almost half asleep. both of you had stayed up until late last night, packing for an overnight trip for the weekend.

the idea literally came out of nowhere, but it just sounded so perfect you knew you had to convince wonwoo. the simp that he is though, he agreed without any resistance, and the two of you started packing.

you check your phone for the directions once you hear the telltale deep snores of your boyfriend, just to see there was a three hour drive still left. you groan and wonder why you chose to drive, but one look at wonwoo's face makes you straighten up and continue on.

"ready for the beach?"

wonwoo is already wearing swin trunks and a loose hawaii patterned shirt ("wonwoo, i love you, but please don't take that thing, it's embarrassing" "all the more reason to take it then!") and has a bag full of things you might need a the beach.

"yeah, just gimme a second," you pick up another, smaller bag, with things like sunscreen and sunglasses, and hook your arm around wonwoo's, "let's go."

the beach is not too crowded, but there is just enough life around for the day to be fun. wonwoo first focuses on setting up a parasol and laying down the towels beneath it, as you take off your t-shirt and shorts for your swimsuit underneath.

then, as you excitedly wait for him to finish his task, he takes out a book and sits on his towel. to read. oh, hell no.

five minutes and lots of pouting later, you manage to get rid of wonwoo's shirt (you might have kissed him enough to distract him and then just. pulled off the shirt, but that is for him to know and for us to never find out).

of course while he (half heartedly) complains about you being unfair, you take time to admire his body— you admit it, you are shameless, but also, he's literally your boyfriend, you have every right to ogle him whenever and wherever.

he catches you in the act and smirks knowingly at your red cheeks at being caught, but you thank the gods because he says nothing about it. you apply sunscreen on his back (while, yet again, enjoying the muscles rippling below your palms) thoroughly, and then you are ready to go.

you have fun in the water, splashing water at each other and running straight into oncoming waves. for someone who wanted to read on a beach instead of enjoying the summer day, wonwoo is a really good swimmer. he easily submerges in the water (which makes you wonder how well he's holding up without his glasses) to scare you and stands like a rock when you try to shove him inside.

you don't know if you find it sexy or annoying.

after about three hours of fun, the two of you decide to get out of the water and spend time together on the soft sand. the sun is setting, leaving a warm glow all around, and the beach has almost descended into a comfortable silence.

it's romantic, despite the salty water clinging to your clothes and the rigorous hair washing that you know is waiting for you back at the hotel.

but for now, you only have eyes for wonwoo (who has already wiped himself and is sitting down to continue reading— this man) and the adorable smile that lights up his face.

@blue-jisungs this is for you <;33

#and yet again #fuck the tags #how tf do u even tag like????#wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #seventeen #svt #seventeen wonwoo #wonwoo fluff #shirtless wonwoo #svt wonwoo #sky writes!!

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zvjezdana-the-writer · 3 months

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Somewhere in the clouds lays the answer to all my questions about love and life...

#quotes #nature #aesthetic #writer #sky #clouds #heart #writing

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stardustemotions · 9 months

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feral-ballad · 7 months

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Topaz Winters, from Portrait of My Body as a Crime I'm Still Committing; “50 Words for Snow”

[Text ID: “Oh, sweetheart. My foolish / hope. My sun-swallowed sky. / My spine & how it aches for you / again & again, swelling, brimming, / thick-as-honey sunflower static.”]

#topaz winters #love #tenderness #hope #sun #sky #excerpts #writings #literature #poetry #words #selections #fragments #quotes #poetry collection #typography

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manincaffeine · 7 months

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Sending & receiving sky and moon pics is a love language.

#my dms are always open #for sky and moon pics #desiblr #desi tumblr #txt post #txt #desi academia #dark academia #light academia #and love #spilled writing #dark romance #sky #moon

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m5or · 1 month

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I love the fannon that Time calls Twi "Pup" as an affectionate, playful nickname and tease. continuing that train of thought.. I think that there is this golden opportunity when Time fully realizes that Twilight is his descendant by blood. The thought would cross his mind that possibly Twi is named after him, HIM. As of now, he is Link Sr, and I think that would be a soft spot for Time's heart. Link Sr has a Link Jr. Seeing as they use their shared name LINK for something that absolutely demands attention. Link Sr would call out "Link Jr" with the same energy as a parent saying your full name. Wind smugly "Oooh you're in trouble" I can believe that is how he told Malon that they have a descendant "Hey guess what, I am Link Sr now. Yes, we have a Jr, it's one of these boys. Guess which one it is".

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dustykneed · 3 months

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the rough childhood trio with their childhood pets. (each of these gets a couple sentences of variably cryptic context-- all up for interpretation, of course. in my head these are all bittersweet ^^)

i-chaya wasn't supposed to be at school, technically, but amanda had a talk with the teachers, and they concluded that it was logical to allow i-chaya to continue to accompany spock to school, when his performance showed such marked improvement when she was around.

sometimes, during intervals between lessons, which were always timed precisely for optimal development of social skills, spock would sit cross-legged in a corner of the schoolyard, and i-chaya would sink down onto the red sand beside him and nudge at his cheek with her damp nose, and spock would reach up into her coarse, thick coat and press his forehead into the safety of her fur until the stinging remarks of the other children would melt and fall away in the harsh vulcan sun.

"he's up there in the stars, jamie. whenever you feel like you're on your own, just look up at the night sky and count the stars. he would've been so proud of you."

james tiberius kirk read, once, that pigs were unable to look up at the sky. from then on, he made sure to prop all of the pigs on the farm up every so often, so that they could look at the stars with him. for his birthday, his mother knit him two matching sweaters with stars on the chest-- one for him, and the other for wilbur (the grandpiglet of the sow she tripped over a decade ago).

bones was raised, essentially, by the large, calico barncat who lived on the mccoys' farm. she had not been named, and she wouldn't let anyone else touch her-- only bones.

when he was a baby, she curled up beside him in his crib with her tail around his ankle to stop him from crawling out and hurting himself.

when he got older, on difficult days, she would grab him by the sock and drag him to the old rocking chair in the attic and curl up on his lap and bite at his fingers until he could bring himself to pet her, and then she would purr and purr as he stroked through her warm, soft fur and rocked himself better in the big rocking chair. if anyone tried to drag bones away, she would hiss and yowl and bat vehemently at the intruding hands until he could be left alone.

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