#“Crane With Crystal”

[fortunaestalta]

[neros-stim-blog]

The moon will sing a song for me / I loved you like the sun

x x x x x x x x x

[the-silliest-lad]

Tongues & Teeth (The Crane Wives) is very Crystal Palace coded

[shootbangdang]

He’s learning… slowly… 🤍

More ov these two.. 2 birds are funner together - older art so Shen looks a little weird !

[postmodernabsurdist]

crystal palace absolutely listens to the crane wives.

[trevlad-sounds]

Honeywisp Sun Frogs

07.12.2024

00:00:00 tttc – Little Frogs 00:02:01 Nitai Hershkovits, Daniel Dor – Of Florals 00:02:44 Nitai Hershkovits, Daniel Dor – Dance Of The Petals 00:04:37 Parker Tichko – Sporophytes in Spring 00:06:27 Parker Tichko – Yellowing Fronds 00:07:53 Andrea Castiglioni – Sun Road 00:09:32 Andrea Castiglioni – Before Sailing – an Ecology of Mind 00:13:46 Greg Foat – Pool Side Part 2 – Live 00:18:50 Omni Gardens – Rain Jacket 00:21:04 Omni Gardens – Honeywisp 00:23:53 Noiserv – Fit (In) B 00:26:33 Pin Park – Blaupunkt – Daniel Szlajnda Version 00:30:44 Fumio Miyashita – 天/Ama (Heaven) 00:40:11 Heron & Crane – Morning Ritual 00:43:34 Heron & Crane – Crownbeard 00:47:03 Mark Ellery Griffiths – Do you remember? (that day in 1969) 00:50:53 Mark Ellery Griffiths – Travelling

[the-ipre]

WIP word train

tagged by @ghostinthelibrarywrites, thank you! the word is ANGIE

A: Another beat, and then: “Especially as it seems as though you may have made your share of enemies here.”

N: No special material is required for the paper, nor are there any incantations to be said to bind the magic to the craft.

G: "Ghost rules,” Charles says out of the blue.

I: It’s a stupid dare that the lads set him on, but he’s committed to it, and so he continues to pick his way through the underbrush and deeper into the woods.

E: Ever since she turned down his attempt to kiss her after her nightmare, he’s been so careful not to overstep, and she has the urge to see what it would take to get him to turn mean.

tagging @babyseraphim @emryses @overlord-of-chaos @williamvapespeare and anyone else who wants to participate! your word is LIGHT

[skygodz]

The Ishna or Crystal People are an intuitive and highly-evolved race from the CrusCrane system. Beautiful beings...

🔮 🔮 🔮

[stinkyhyena9000]

On my walk home today, I played an AMV in my head about Jimmy finding himself unable to care for Porsha, not because he doesn't love or that he's evil, but because he has to focus on work, leaving no time for her.

And he feels insanely bad about it.

What's the song you ask? Never Love an Anchor - The Crane Wives [ x ]

The song details the viewpoint of a mother who had to give up her child, as she knew she would never be able to care for them. She knows that her child likely will never know why she gave them up, and will probably her for it but, but she knows this was the best for them.

Here's a verse that really spoke to me:

I am selfish, I am broken, I am cruel I am all the things they might have said to you Do you ever think of me and my two hands And wondered why they never soothed your fevers And wondered why they never tied your shoes And wondered why they never held you gently And wondered why they never had the chance to lose you

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed my little rant. I really like relating songs to characters, even if the connection is a big stretch.

Additionally, I like to play with the idea of Jimmy being an uwu softboy a pitiful canine as opposed to a truly evil villain. Like, he's definitely abusive, and I absolutely hate him, but like it's nice to flip the script sometimes for funsies :3

[dr-rowby-dot-scramble]

pride parade in gotham goes crazy i just know it

we should totally just kill batman

[purcaholic]

In a world where dreams sculpt the gentle hills, **low poly wonders** bask in whispered zephyrs, cloaked in hues of pastel twilight. Tranquil peaks rise like faceted gems, their edges soft against a sky of lavender silk. A crystal river meanders, casting facets of light, while ethereal creatures with angular grace wander through polygon forests, where each leaf tells a tale in geometric elegance. Here, the echo of fantasy murmurs quietly, where imagination unfolds like a paper crane upon serene, dream-touched landscapes.

[swapkart]

Though this practice is gradually evolving with the advent of Duplex stair log crane crystal lamp, many women either don’t know about fundamental healthy practices or don’t have access to them.

For more information:- https://tinyurl.com/bdebrrsm

[elysialm]

NEW TAGS. (SIMPLIFIED)

✾ ⤖ ooc. // arrow of novae.,

✾ ⤖ ic. // the beginning of you and i.,

✾ ⤖ mannerism. // crane's dance.,

✾ ⤖ aesthetics. // dawn's glory.,

✾ ⤖ musings. // an oath to wind & moon.,

✾ ⤖ headcanons. // an ode to love & compassion.,

✾ ⤖ edits. // blessed appearance.,

✾ ⤖ music. // moonlight's elegance.,

✾ ⤖ visage. // because of you.,

✾ ⤖ drabbles. // to the flawless.,

✾ ⤖ analysis. // elysian realm.,

✾ ⤖ skills. // seedling's vitality.,

✾ ⤖ inbox call. // an arrow for flower and fowl.,

✾ ⤖ starter call. // bestowed signets of ego.,

✾ ⤖ crack. // the last summer rhapsody.,

✾ ⤖ hsr. // aeon of origin and ego.,

✾ ⤖ genshin. // crystal wanderer.,

[solardrop]

beanstalk.

aaron hotchner x fem!bau!reader

summary: a loser at the local pub thinks spencer is your boyfriend. Aaron drags him. tags: fluff. creepy men being creepy. body shaming (of spencer I'm so sorry). spencer just catching strays in general. word count: ~1.7k a/n: based on an ask. I was gonna just write my thoughts or a short 500 word drabble or something but then ended up writing this until the point I forced myself to just end it lmao. I think it gets a bit convoluted and cringe at the end but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ it was fun! not proofread. divider cred @/cafekitsune

The pub was going to the rue the day they made half-off appetizers their weekly special.

The team squeezed in two pushed-together tables and binged on the greasy delights. you and Spencer had gotten into sharp back and forth about the apocalypse on the way there, which earned the both of you a quick banishing to a corner of the table where the rest of the team wouldn’t be subject to your bickering.

You rest your head against the cool concrete pillar you were sandwiched against. A table pressed against a half-wall facing outdoors was a hard sell to a bunch of field agents. However, Penelope’s animated declaration for the team to ‘live a little’ —specifically, to do so before Rossi got any greyer— landed you a wonderful view of the outdoors. You could watch all the homey, drunken people sway to the music flowing from the patio. The crisp night air flushes the overwhelming smell of burnt grease away from your nose. Maybe you could convince Hotch to grab a window seat for some date nights, you have to admit, the vibes were growing on you. While you enjoy poking the brain of your younger genius friend, you miss the solid warmth of Aaron beside you. Thankfully, he opted to sit in front of you instead. 

You took the opportunity to tease him. You kick him playfully under the table, stealing his attention away from the conversation he is having with Derek. He turns to squint at you for a moment, only to grab your food to sandwich it between the wall and his thigh in retaliation. His fingers drum a steady rhythm against your ankle, the ticklish tap tap tap making you squirm. You motion to ensnare his ankle with your other leg when Spencer turns to point his flimsy white plastic fork at you. 

“If emergency services were still in full effect during the zombie apocalypse, there would be a drastic increase in the number of people infected and a significant loss in—”

“A significant loss in medical supplies. Spoken like a true prepper Reid. What's next, gonna tell me about the importance of learning how to pickle your own food for rationing?”

“Actually, during the Great Depression housewives pickles things that lasted their families almost—”

His impending rant is cut short by the return of your server. Anticipating the bill, Rossi reached for his wallet before the woman shakes her head at him. Instead, sliding a drink and a folded up napkin on the table and nodding her head at you. 

“For the lovely young miss by the window.” She flashes a smile at you, “One of our lovely patons seems to fancy you.”

All eyes snap to you, all the color draining from your face as you stare down at the offending item. The drink was almost glowing at you, bright pink glitter swirling in the liquid with pink gummy hearts floating at the top and crystal sugar bedazzling the rim. There was no way this was actually something for the human body to consume. Even Penelope’s brows raised in shock at its extreme display. 

You glance at Hotch, his leg picking up a steady bounce next to yours after the waitresses revelation. His face is hardened, jaw rocking back and forth as he glares at the folded paper next to the drink. You clear your throat and face the woman again.

“Can you tell me who sent this?”

She juts her sharp chin over your head towards one of the outdoor tables. Hotch’s neck cranes around before your own, and you lock eyes with an older man sitting a few tables down. His face was unpleasantly square, the outdated sandy mullet crowning his head doing him no favors either. He raises his beer bottle towards you with a wink. You shiver, scooting closer to Spencer when the admirer hauls himself out of his stool to stride towards you. Aaron has turned almost fully towards outside now, his brow raised.

“Ohh this is gonna be good,” JJ whispers from the other side of Reid. The comment earns her a sharp glare from Hotch, a blush burning in her cheeks as she goes back to nursing her cheeto-crusted mozzarella sticks.

“I just don’t understand,” Spencer starts, “There are seven other people at this table including men at this table why would he be bold enough to-”

A sharp knock sounder off the ledge of the short wall. 

“Well, hello darlin’. I don’t mean to interrupt the dinner with your friends here, Hello friends, m’  names Miles!” He flashed his eyes around the table with a toothy, mustached smile. 

“But i couldn’t help but see your pretty little face in this window ‘ere and I had to buy ya’ a drink!” 

“Ah… Thank you but um-”

“Don’t even sweat it beautiful!” Small specs of saliva fly from his mouth, causing even Spencer to jump back pulling on the hem of your shirt. As if to use you as a human shield from the germs the man was spewing in his general direction. Hooray. Your hero. 

“I even wrote my number on that there lil’ napkin for ya’. My momma raised a gentleman, so I gotta buy you more than a lil liquor before I take you down.” His beady eyes shoot down to your cleavage before snapping back to your face, licking his lip. 

The fingers on your ankles pause at this. Aaron stares down the side of the mans face, lips pressd into a fine line spread across his face. You decide to jump in before your boyfriend takes it upon himself to tear the mystery man a new one.

“Listen, I appreciate the sentiment but, I’m here to have dinner with my friends and my boyfriend so… I could pay you back for the drink? No harm done-”

“Boyfriend!?” He steps back, eyes scanning the table once more before landing on Spencer and snorting. 

“This lil’ stringbean? You can’t possibly be serious” He smiles at Spencer before he continues “Jack and the beanstalk here could barely muscle steel so ya’ll stuck him with plastic,” He waves a crooked finger aimlessly around the table, “And you expect me to believe he’s wrangling a fine figure like yourself down every night?”

That seems to hit a sore spot for Reid, who finally peeps his head from around you. He takes the moment to ramble about the millions of germs and pathogens that could be found on community utensils even after a full wash cycle. Much to the dismay of the creep and team alike, so much so that Derek had to nudge him with his foot. With the conclusion of Spencer’s monologue the man continues

“Anyways, darlin’ for one night let me take you for a spin. Lil' boy like that won't do ya' any good. I promise you only a bigger, older man knows how to really take care of someone crafted as fine as you.” His eyes lower to your chest again and stay there. 

“I assure you she already knows that,” Aaron spits. 

Your eyes snap to his face. He seemd deceptively calm now, his expression almost bored. 

“Pardon?” Miles asks, half-heartedly turning his body towards him. 

“I’ll put it like this for you Miles. Stringbean over here isn’t her boyfriend,” Spencer begins to squeak out in opposition to his new pet name, but Hotch’s voice bellows out above his own, “I know you’re pathetic, that was apparent from the moment you walked up here puffing your chest after buying the cheapest drink on the menu as a gift. But I’m almost surprised you made your impotence so obvious too, considering you made eye contact with everyone you view as non threatening, the women, the man in his late years, the kid.”

Aaron lazily cocks his head towards Morgan, “But not me and my friend here in the corner. But I’m sure you thought you got away with that. Now, I’d suggest you move. The cologne you sprayed to mask the smell of Motel 8 is starting to wear off.”

Your ears warm at his words. Every sharp word honeyed by his calm, almost sweet tone. He spoke as if he was reading the well thought out profile of an elusive crimminal instead of just some ass in a sit down. God you wanted to kiss him. He’d have to let team politics go just this once right? Just a thank you peck. 

Before you can move to move ask him for one, Miles sputters out, “Talkin’ to me like I’m some dumbass— Who the hell d’ya think you are man!?”

Each syllable causes a spray of spit to launch out his mouth, forcing you to scoot even closer to spencer to evade the line of fire. His face shines with sweat and grease, red rising from his shirt collar as he barks at Hotch’s words. 

“I’m her man. Her bigger, older man. But I’m sure you already knew that, since you still refuse to look at me.” Aaron reaches down into his pockets, flipping out his credentials with deft fingers, “And I’m also an agent. As is everyone at the table including the woman you’ve spent the past several minutes sexually harassing.” He scowls, “Now, go sit down and shut the hell up.”

Miles' eyes finally rip away from you to meet his now. The angered flush erupts across his whole body now. He opens his mouth several times before closing it again, iced out by the cold stare Hotch gives him. He turns on his heel and marches back to his table without a fight. He sniffs his collar before jumping back in clear disgust.

A beat passes and the whole table erupts into laughter at the absurd happenings. Aaron’s face softens, still frowning in the general direction of the slimy man. Jolting when Derek claps him on the back and shakes him in praise. 

“Alright Hotch! Racing to defend your girl, I didn’t know you had it like that!”

“Well, I’m not surprised,” You stretch across the table to grasp his hand, kissing his knuckles before he could protest. He envelopes your hand in both of his and gives you a warm smile,  “my man is my hero in and out of the field.” He breathes out a laugh, knocking his knee against yours for your teasing. 

“Next time, you and String Bean get into it, we’re doing a different seating arrangement.”

[losing-track]

WAKE UP BABE ARCTURUS BEAMING BY THE CRANE WIVES IS OUT AND NEW ALBUM THIS SEPTEMBER!!!!