#Land of the Morning Light

[unik0rnu]

🌸Land Of The Morning Light Beauty Sceneries - Part 1 🌸

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[hwajam]

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[naelies]

[the-sons]

[vamp-vinals]

something something Eury notices Ody’s hair has grown since troy and realizes that Ody looks almost identical to Ctimene now

[adventuresofalgy]

Algy could see that the weather in the wild west Highlands of Scotland was feeling nervous and agitated. It could not make up its mind to any particular pattern or state, and an apparently never-ending succession of clouds sweeping in from the Atlantic brought rapidly changing conditions. Algy wondered whether its unstable mood was owing to apprehension arising from the forecast of a massive storm which was predicted to hit the area at the end of the week…

At times the skies did clear to a beautiful blue and the world was rendered in colour… but not for long. More often, soft greys swept all the colours away and frequent showers rained down on Algy's head as the hooded crows called peevishly from the tall spruces nearby.

However, determined to take advantage of even the briefest moments of sunshine after the long, dreary months of darkness, Algy remained undaunted. Hopping up into a convenient tree in one of the drier interludes, he waited patiently… and sure enough, before too long, he was rewarded with a touch of almost-warm, glowing light… for just a few short moments, for unfortunately the sun had not "come to dwell":

The Sun—just touched the Morning— The Morning—Happy thing— Supposed that He had come to dwell— And Life would all be Spring! She felt herself supremer— A Raised—Ethereal Thing! Henceforth—for Her—What Holiday! Meanwhile—Her wheeling King— Trailed—slow—along the Orchards— His haughty—spangled Hems— Leaving a new necessity! The want of Diadems! The Morning—fluttered—staggered— Felt feebly—for Her Crown— Her unanointed forehead— Henceforth—Her only One!

[Algy is quoting the poem The Sun – just touched the Morning by the 19th century American poet Emily Dickinson.]

[wildsaltair]

[quixoticanarchy]

we can romanticize astigmatism as a treat i think. maybe i like when the city at night looks like a field of luminous dandelions and disco balls instead of discrete points of light. tbh people w normal eyes are missing out

[dreamness-vp]

the new land is incredibly beautiful :)

[tathrin]

💋not about any particular fic but what got you into writing X-Men stuff? That was a pleasant surprise in the last ask answer

Oh! Well, I haven't actually written X-Men in SO MANY YEARS but: the old 90s cartoon was my introduction. Then when I was ten I was in Toys-R-Us and I saw a comic book next to the action figures??? I didn't even know they MADE THOSE!??? MOM MOM MOM LOOK I NEED THIS MOM!!!!

And that was uhhh. the beginning of the end, really. One of those "and my whole life changed" moments, second only to watching the first Star Wars at the age of six and seeing Leia come out with her blaster not set for stun and shoot that stormtrooper. BAM. And just like that, I was a different person forever.

Same with discovering comic books. The ability to put art and words together to tell a story??? SHEER PERFECTION.

I got my first AU Creation Training when I was a kid and my little brother and I would play action figures (almost always X-Men or Star Wars) because we'd spend like an hour pre-play determining what scenario we were going to do that day. "Canon or AU?" "AU." "Existing or New?" "New!" "Okay, what's the Point of Divergence...?" and then we'd map-out how everything in the continuity would change based around that pivot point up until the place where we wanted to start playing...and then we'd start to play.

[anthonyopal]

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[unik0rnu]

Bye O'dyllita, Shabby shack and gourds are my new friends

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[hwajam]

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[brawley1492]

Good morning everyone

Hello from nature loving Australia

Having a mostly cloudy high humidity 76% but a no brolly 13-26 Spring peaceful day

We cast the light of gentleness on our creatures in this great southern land across the pond ... William

[the-sons]

[homunculus-argument]

My family never put much priority on my comfort or happiness. I'm slow to wake up, and I grew up thinking that I hate mornings. My sister is the type of a person who is as wide awake as she'll be all day as soon as her eyes snap open, and when we were teenagers she used to wake me up on school days by tossing the dog at me (our old Tessa was enough of a terrier to always land on her feet, claws first, and could be tossed like a cat) and waking up every day having to wrestle a dog's tongue out of my mouth before I could open my eyes was Not Nice.

My family would berate me for being too sensitive, dramatic, or even downright manipulative, for being able to burst into tears first thing in the morning.

When my boyfriend wakes up before me, he takes meticulous care not to wake me up. He climbs out of bed so cautiously and slowly, gets dressed without turning on the light, and sits quietly in the dark of our one-room apartment until my alarm rings or I wake up on my own. This morning, I woke up to notice that the room was softly lit in a way I didn't recognise, and saw the love of my life quietly gaming in the light of a storm lantern.

I love mornings.