#cool and windy and overcast

[peggy-uwu]

the evenings vibes

[analog-television]

you know what it's only fitting i ask this

some clarifications on the options below cut 👇

calm sunny days can refer to both warm days and cool days - whichever you prefer (or if you're a fan of both).

i would rather foggy and overcast be separate, but i don't have enough poll options (sad!). however they are both rather moody. feel free to clarify if you only like one or the other though.

some cool looking clouds include: nacreous clouds, horseshoe clouds, lenticular clouds ... maybe even those bright colorful sunsets. point being you love a nice aesthetic clouds (i do too).

for tornadoes ill accept waterspouts (since -spouts are just a term for non-mesocyclone tornadoes). landspouts also exist. i dont think dust devils (and other -devils) really count here, as even though they are vortexes they're not considered to be tornadoes.

severe thunderstorm warning stuff can refer to: hail, strong winds (such as those formed by derechos), and mesocyclones which don't spawn tornadoes but look cool anyway.

space weather is. technically meteorological as well. i also just learned that there are things known as space tornadoes??? there are also space hurricanes. both can spawn auroras. if your favorite weather occurs on a different planet you can vote here as well. :)

forgive me if i missed your favorite weather, there's quite A Lot that can occur in the skies and its challenging including everything. :') i admittedly couldn't really squeeze in rainbows anywhere, despite really liking them.

[moonspirit]

Out of the military uniform, Armin is a loose clothes person, and you cannot convince me otherwise.

Slightly oversized shirts that look nice and fashionably loose when he rolls up the sleeves. Wrinkled in all the right places when he tucks them into his pants too. Collars open and breezy - you can always see a bit of his collarbones. Cardigans and vests comfortable and warm in a mildly baggy manner.

He prefers loose fits because after so many years spent wearing fitted jackets and pants and tightening harnesses over them, it's a breath of fresh air to not have fabric rubbing up against his skin. It means the breeze ruffles his clothes on a windy summer day, cooling the moisture dotting his skin. It means he gets the cuffs of his trousers a little wetter in the rain, splashing through the puddles on the street, hurrying to get home.

It means life is different now, and he doesn't have to attach blades to his legs and thunder spears to his back.

Besides, there's always a little extra space in his clothes for Annie when she cuddles up to him on cold nights when they share a cup of hot chocolate. When they meet up on overcast winter evenings for a movie date or dinner outside, it means he can open up his coat and beckon her for a hug - a hug that she wholly disappears into, wrapped in the warmth of a loose coat that smells of love.

[cum-a-calla]

it's about 2:45am. the power got knocked out over an hour ago and i have a really rough time sleeping to no light or sound, ironically.

anyway, i got up to smoke a bowl to calm myself back down and get tired again. long story short i looked out the window and noticed how fucking bright the stars are, so i took our bong and slipped a robe on and went out back. let me tell you, i got fucking ripped with my dogs on the back deck stargazing and i have never, ever seen so many stars. usually outages are during bad weather, but tonight it's just hella windy.

i don't and have never lived in a big city or anything, but light pollution is what it is and i've just never seen so many stars before. it's so fucking cool. i saw 2 shooting stars and watched little clouds fucking ZIP by lol, watched all the trees wave and listen to how LOUD the wind is through them. i probably stood out there in the dark craning my neck for a half hour or so, waiting for a UFO and taking it all in. every second it's like more stars develop on your eyes.

i stayed out until all the big blankety clouds started blowing in. it's gunna rain in a few hours and the sky started getting overcast, so stargaze over. i'm thoroughly stoney baloney and gunna try laying down again, see if i can sleep any.

if you read this silly little ramble, thanks for sharing the moment with me. i feel all blissy and filled with a kind of magical satisfaction

[rou-luxe]

what if I made a poll series of "assign a type of weather to [ikevil character]"

FUCK IT

William: harsh sun

Harrison: no clouds, really warm. standard California weather

Liam: really windy

Elbert: fog. no explanation

Alfons: pouring rain

Roger: those nice warm afternoons lounging around, with a slight breeze. nap weather

Jude: storms. hail. thunder.

Ellis: really humid weather.

Victor: a clear, cool night. you can see the stars twinkling

Darius: those cold mornings with the deceptive sunshine

Nica: beach sunset kind of thing

Ring: overcast

any objections?

[kaygee-doodles]

What's each boy's favorite kind of weather? And, least?

Favorite:

Nightmare likes clear, cool nights. Dust likes heavy rain. Horror likes the warmth of an overcast, almost-summer day. Killer likes it crisp and cold, doesn't have to be clear, but he'll pass on the rain. Error wants it warm but windy.

Least:

Nightmare hates full sun with summer heat. I imagine the goop gets hot and uncomfy. Dust also isn't a fan of the heat, but muggy-heat is the worst. Horror doesn't like snow. Too quiet. Too still. Too cold. Killer appreciates the aesthetic of fog, but it's not great for actually seeing things. Error hates the sticky type of humidity.

[whatavery]

Wanderlust Chapter 1

The first chapter of my not-so-little fanfiction featuring the Dixie Jazz Drifters Orchestra's early days a decade before they became Lackadaisy's house band. While it plays a bit on what little we know of the band, a lot of this is also my personal head canon. I'll be posting the remaining chapters (So far) over the next few days.

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The street outside St. Cloud station wasn’t a very busy one. It certainly put things into perspective, a stark contrast to how crowded other stations had been. It was overcast and windy as the next train pulled into the station, bringing with it metallic screeching as it came to a halt. A blanket of steam swept over the platform as passengers disembarked and new passengers got onboard. Joining the howling of the cool October breeze was the sound of smooth musical notes from two brass instruments.

Seated on their luggage, the two orange cats played on, even with the noise from the tank engine and the loud whistling from the conductor temporarily overpowering the sound of their tunes. It was a mellow, slow melody that greeted the passengers as they came around the depot from the platform. The two tomcats were dressed warmly in their coats, the trumpet player even wore fingerless gloves and a scarf. The hat sitting in front of the two was a bit of a sorry sight. In their almost full day at the station, they hadn’t managed to scrape much cash together for tickets to their next stop. Neither of them were deterred by any means. As the passengers came on by, the two cats played on. They didn’t make eye contact with any of them, just simply played as though they were machinations built to do that and nothing more.

Sy’s ears twitched ever so slightly at the sound of coins falling into the hat. He heard them clinking against what little was in there already, but he didn’t look yet.

Once the crowd dissipated, the two cats kept playing for a while longer, until they were quite a ways away. Sy was the first to lower his brass instrument from his lips. He leaned on over and picked up the hat. He scooped the coins up into his gloved hands and counted in his head, his green eyes lit up quite a bit once he finished counting. “Looks like we’ll make it to another station, Zib.”

The other cat lowered his clarinet after playing one of the simplistic early tunes he’d learned years ago. He put the clarinet on his lap and stretched each arm, making his joints pop slightly. “Good. Means we can get out’a here finally. What time is it?”

It was more of a question for himself than for Sy. Zib rose to his feet with a grunt, clarinet in hand, to stretch his legs. Neither of them carried a pocket watch with them. Their only way to measure time had been seeing the overcast sky turn gradually darker.

“Hang tight, I’ll get us some tickets,” Zib said as he reached a hand out towards Sy for the money. He then trudged towards the depot, leaving Sy by himself. Putting his trumpet back into its case, he too rose to his feet, getting a chance to stretch his legs as he put the hat back on his head, his ears laid back to accommodate it. He stuck his hands into his pockets and walked along the length of the depot, glancing towards the trees in the distance that surrounded the tracks. Many branches were completely barren, the few leaves that had held out against the changing seasons having taken on a darker, duller color by now. He remembered how green everything still was when they left Milwaukee.

It had been almost a full month on the road by now. And while Sy didn’t regret leaving with Zib, it was still a lot to get used to; not having a bed every night; not having a meal whenever they wanted it. But freedom… that they had in abundance. No one could tell them what to do out here. It was their own pace, their own schedule and their own journey.

Sy adjusted his scarf a bit and looked back towards their stuff. It wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. They could only carry so much with them when they also had their instruments. They could both use a bath and fresh clothes, but right now, they were just aimlessly wandering, using the railroads as their only means of travel. They’d crossed over into Minnesota a while ago and it was the furthest either of them had ever been from home.

Sy wondered what would await him if he returned home. Maybe he ought to send a letter home… not that his family would have much of a chance to write back to him, considering how often they were moving to a new town or city. Unlike Zib, Sy hadn’t been leaving anything particularly bad. Sy knew Zib didn’t have the best home-life, and he knew he’d been considerably better off in that regard. But when Zib had stated his intentions to skip town as their peers prepared to move on to bigger and better things, Sy hadn’t hesitated to join him. Sy had left a letter for his family, explaining everything the day the two left together. He was sure Zib hadn’t done the same. Sy had had things lined up for him too, he was going to get into higher education, unlike Zib who had been a bit of a drifter around town for most of the time that they’d known each other…

A light chuckle escaped Sy as he remembered how a much younger Zib had to convince him that he wouldn’t die from skipping school. He remembered spending a whole day around town with Zib, constantly worried he’d look over his shoulder and see their teacher swooping down on them like a hawk.

Rustling, dry leaves blew past Sy's feet as he made his way back towards their luggage. Each had brought a suitcase’s worth of clothes and a case for their instruments. Said instruments were their only way to make money as of now. Sy had thought about taking on more traditional work whenever they hit another major city. It sounded a lot more stable and like it might actually allow them to have somewhere to stay as well, at least with any luck it might.

That said, remembering when they first started doing this also brought a smile to Sy’s face. Two little grade-school rascals on the street corner, playing for cash to buy sweets instead of going to classes. It had been Zib’s idea, of course. They weren’t much to write home about back then; their music dissonant, their much smaller lung capacities hindering them slightly. And of course, Zib hadn’t yet reached his current form where he could charm just about any woman with just his eyes and his tunes.

Zib had never been one for school. Not that he wasn’t bright at all, because he most certainly was. But institutions didn’t seem to agree with his free spirit. Though he’d never gotten as far as Sy had, according to Zib himself, he knew all he needed to know. He’d always been far more interested in his music, so he didn’t lack dedication – Sy knew that much.

Tickets in hand, Zib returned to Sy. Unlike his trumpet-playing comrade, Zib didn’t think about writing home, much less returning. He wasn’t in the mood to be talked down to about everything he did. No, he’d let his brothers enjoy the company of their dead-end parents. It wasn’t like they seemed to have much left for him besides scorn and disappointment. Hell, Zib wouldn’t be surprised if they enjoyed their disappointment in him – it had to get boring to constantly praise his brothers.

“Our train will be the next one pulling into the station. Wanna move around to sit by the platform?” Zib asked, tone not particularly enthused.

“And where are we getting off this time?” Sy asked. Though they usually stayed on the train and got off when they felt like it, this had resulted in them getting ejected from the train once, something Sy wasn’t too eager to relive. The shrug he got as a response certainly didn’t help either. Sy cracked a small smile and picked his stuff up. “Alright, you’re the boss…”

Zib returned the smile and walked with Sy and their stuff to the other side of the depot. The wind was starting to pick up and Zib wasn’t sure if it was getting late or if they were getting darker clouds overhead. Thankfully, they’d have some shelter if it did start raining, thanks to the depot’s roof.

“You want to go back to Milwaukee?” Zib asked suddenly, as if he’d been privy to Sy's private thoughts while he was gone. The clarinet playing cat reached into his pockets and while covering his work so the wind couldn’t ruin it, he rolled two cigarettes – one for each of them.

“No… Do you?” Sy asked as Zib lit his cigarette. He took the cigarette and took a drag and blew out the smoke to let it get carried away by a particularly cold gust of wind, the smoke swirling like a ghostly veil in the wind, before it dissipated completely. The two cats’ yellow-green eyes met for a moment as they stared at each other. Zib didn’t look particularly convinced, but Sy had also given up trying to read his friend’s facial expressions years ago. “Well, I just miss being home is all. I already told you I was coming with you to… find our destiny, was that what it was?”

Zib’s face broke into a smile as he reached over to pat Sy’s shoulder, even giving it a light squeeze. “Yeah, I believe ‘destiny’ was the word you used. But if you really want to go back, I wouldn’t stop you – and I wouldn’t blame you either. You could head on back and get a degree and a stable job. And a wife, probably.”

“Shut up,” Sy muttered, blushing at the mention of a potential wife. He knew Zib was teasing him as evidenced by the smile that Sy couldn’t help but return. “That sure would make ma and pa happy, though. But I want to be happy myself.”

“Ah, selfish happiness – the best kind,” Zib said dryly before bringing his cigarette back to his mouth. He glanced over towards the same trees Sy had looked at earlier. “I don’t know if we’ll even find it or where, pal. Best we can hope for is coming across some place that’s fresh out of two musicians. Maybe we should head on down to Chicago and try our luck there. It’s a big city, it’s bound to have room for two misfits.”

Chicago was quite a ways away, but Sy simply gave a non-committal nod. While they both shared the sense of wanderlust, Zib seemed to be fine with traveling without any sense of direction or any goals in mind. Sometimes it felt like a fool’s errand, going from station to station with no end in sight…

“Cheer up, Sy,” Zib said in a gentler tone. “Just think of it like that time we hitchhiked our way across town. This is just a longer trip – that’s all.”

Sy raised an eyebrow, but said nothing of it. It wasn’t quite the same, they’d had a goal in mind back then. Zib knew it too, neither choosing to comment on it. “That was the time we-…”

They both fell silent, but it was a knowing silence. They both knew what had gone down that time. While they didn’t feel any shame for it, it wasn’t anything either of them wanted to discuss in public. Sy glanced over, his thicker-furred tail brushing Zib's for just a moment.

“Ah yes, the time we were introduced to Lady Liquor,” Zib said, his face cast into shadow by his hat. It wasn’t what Sy remembered that day for, but he knew Zib was simply being tactful about it out in public. The trumpet-playing cat cleared his throat slightly, before taking another drag of his cigarette.

Zib’s thoughts drifted back to that fateful day, four years ago. What had started as two rascals making their way across town after school had taken a turn. Rumor around school had it a place there sold booze to anyone regardless of age. And of course, two fifteen year old rascals like them (Or rather one rascal and his trusty friend who had plenty of reservations) had to see for themselves.

To think that was one of the most useful things Zib had heard in school…

They managed to get there and indeed, they had entered a highly suspect, small building and been able to buy Whiskey. While not the highest quality, it most certainly did the trick. Huddled together in an alleyway, backs resting against trashcans, the two had gotten progressively drunk. Would Zib do such a thing now? No, he most likely wouldn’t have. Had he been able to tell his younger self no, he would have. And yet…

Looking over at Sy for a moment, Zib remembered the effect alcohol had had on him; first he started crying and rambling about his fears. The next he began to kiss Zib’s cheek. It was a strange feeling at first. Zib had kissed girls before, but… he hadn’t quite counted on his best friend wanting to do such a thing. But any pair of lips gracing his cheek was pleasant, he found.

Reaching a hand up towards his chest, Zib pretended to adjust his coat. Just thinking about it made his heart beat a little faster. It was still so hard to believe that it had happened.

But when Sy seemed to sober up a bit, he’d apologized profusely and started crying again. While it was indeed… unusual, Zib didn’t have it in him to be angry with his friend. And why would he? It wasn’t like it had caused him any harm. In that moment, he’d taken a massive swig of whiskey and planted a kiss right on Sy’s lips.

What followed was still mostly foggy to Zib, but what little he did remember would never leave him. Just looking at Sy now, he could vividly picture the scared, young boy who looked like he might die of shame for kissing him. He smiled.

“What?” Sy asked when their eyes met. “Do I have something on my face?”

Shaking his head, Zib simply reached over to playfully hit his arm, gently. “No, I just thought about… well, you know…”

Sy’s ears flattened against his head and Zib could almost imagine how red his face was under his fur. He grinned more. They’d barely made it home, helping each other along the way, especially Zib who had had to really steady Sy. Of course, that was harder said than done when they’d both gotten quite a buzz. That had been quite the night in the Zibowski household when the least-favorite son had come home clearly drunk…

By the time the next train rolled into the station, they had both finished their cigarettes and it did indeed start to rain. It was almost too dark to see now, but luckily lights had been turned on to help them see as they boarded the train. The two wandering musicians settled into their own compartment, pulling the curtain down over the glass window on the compartment door, before locking it.

“Can I sit next to you?” Sy asked after they’d stashed their luggage up above. As the train started moving, the rain appeared to be getting heavier, pelting against the window quite loudly, obscuring their view. Granted, it was so dark outside that it wasn’t a very spectacular view to begin with.

“Sure you can.” Zib had removed his big coat, sitting by in his white shirt and his pants. A tie hung from his neck, crooked and in need of being tied up properly. Zib took the seat closest to the window, facing the way the train drove, as Sy joined him on his left after removing his own coat and his hat. Sy wore a sweater underneath, something nice and soft to keep him warm.

Though they both could do with a fresh change of clothes, the smell of cigarette smoke that stuck to their clothes masked some of the more bodily smells that might otherwise make this close contact less than pleasant. Zib could feel Sy’s whiskers brushing his own as the other cat got comfortable by his side. The two of them sighed, almost in perfect unison.

Zib had always liked train rides. They were a lot faster and more pleasant than car rides. He could get up and walk around each train car, if he needed to stretch his legs. “You good, Simon?” he playfully asked the other cat whose head now rested on his shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m good… Dorian...” Sy replied in a hushed voice right next to Zib. Zib removed his own hat and placed it on his lap instead, his ears getting a chance to stand up for once. He cleared his throat slightly. “So, before… when you were thinking about stuff…”

“The first time we kissed?” Sy flinched when Zib said it out loud, sitting up, looking towards the door, as if expecting someone to stand there and look appalled by what they heard. Zib smirked a bit and stroked the other cat’s head. “What about it, pal?”

Sy didn’t reply at first, just remaining silent as he tried to find the words. “How much of it do you remember exactly…?”

The question seemed to amuse Zib who simply chuckled and reached up to gently ruffle the fur on Sy’s head. “I remember most of it up until I kissed you on the lips. If you even remember that… you were such a lightweight back then…”

“Weren’t we both, honestly?” Sy asked, cheeks indeed warm under his fur. He cleared his throat some, looping an arm around Zib as well. “I remember your speech to be a lot more slurred than mine…”

“If you say so, bud, if you say so,” Zib said, giving Sy a small squeeze to hold him close.

It was so dark outside now that they too were left in near complete darkness, had it not been for the single candle that illuminated their compartment ever so slightly. “You don’t mind if I just… sleep here, do you?”

In truth, Zib didn’t mind, though he also knew that this wasn’t a particularly good look for either of them, should anyone come knocking on their compartment door. “Sure, you can rest a bit…” Zib said despite his better judgment. He couldn’t tell his faithful companion no.

He reached up to extinguish the small flame that kept their compartment lit up, casting them into darkness. A hand gently grasped Sy's shoulder. Rough, calloused fingers gave his shoulder a light little stroke in the darkness as the two enjoyed each other’s warmth.

“Just wake me, if you have to,” Sy said before a small smack sounded in the dark, Zib feeling his cheek warming up as it was pecked tenderly.

Though he wasn’t going to sleep just yet, Zib didn’t want to deprave Sy of any sort of comfort. Especially this kind of warmth. On the road, they had to take what they could get. Above all else, they had each other.

[stoneware]

When it's windy and overcast and cool that's when i am most at peace. to be honest. either that or rainstorm no umbrella

[tezzbot]

Whyyyy does it still look like summerrrr it is SEPTEMBER I thought we were cooling DOWN it was nice and overcast and windy for a while Why did it come BACK

[peachesandghosts]

HERE WE GO!

💉 - Have Tattoos?

👃 You hate the smell of...

💘 - Top 5 celebrity crushes?

✏ - Random fact about yourself.

🌀 - Favorite type of weather?

🍇 - Favorite fruits?

🚔 - Have you ever been arrested?

Yes! I have 3 tattoos. "wonderland." on my pointer finger on my left hand (it needs to be touched up. The e fell out about three weeks after getting it, so it technically says wond rland."), a little cat dude with heart eyes and a ghost riding a skateboard on my right forearm.

I hate the smell of... asparagus and sweet potatoes.

OKAY, LET'S SEE. Anna Kendrick, Kristen Stewart, Awsten Knight, Matthew Lillard, and Kyle Gallner. I'm still gay, but those famous men, I dunno man.

UUUUH, okay back in college, Waterparks followed me on tumblr? But I did not listen to them, I was like PSSSH I'm too cool for this shit. And now they're one of my favorite bands and I'm like what the fuck did I miss and why.

I love stormy weather, just overcast and stormy and windy

I love blackberries and peaches and strawberries!

No, and I hope to keep it that way!

[bonesandthebees]

Honestly, I’m blaming not noticing the name switches on my dyslexia because I’m not actually reading the words, I’m just guessing what the word is based on the shape and first/last letter. Like the only thing that actually allows me to read is a big vocabulary and reading via prediction (which everyone does). I just think my brain has the word Pythia catalogued as Wilbur so even though I see Pythia I read Wilbur which makes noticing the switches really hard the first time around. Going back and looking for them is very fun too, I just don’t notice until someone points it out even though I know you’ll put switches in there.

This rant is sponsored by my dyslexia getting dialled by to like 200% thanks to a migraine. I just want to read. Why is my brain like this?

Anyway, I hope all of you lovely people are having a better week than I am. (not that it was that terrible of a week, I’m surprisingly doing well at the school stuff and the heat within my house is manageable most of the time, I’m just tired of having to use all my reading energy on school stuff because I’m halfway through my book and I want to continue reading cuz it’s good).

Also, how’s the weather over there? Is it also hot? Is it nice and manageable? Is it raining? Is it cold? Windy? I have no idea what the regular weather forecast is.

-🌲

oh damn that's such an interesting way to read?? I'm sorry about the dyslexia that sounds like a lot to struggle with, but that's a very interesting way to read that makes sense. tbh it kind of reminds me of when I was taking sign language classes and our teacher made us do exercises to get better at reading fingerspelling. a trick we all picked up on was when watching somebody fingerspell a word, it helps to try and just focus on the first and last letters and then use context clues to pick up on what it was.

either way though, absolutely do not worry about missing the pythia/wilbur switches, you're going through so much just to read my fics in the first place 😭

I hope your migraine gets better soon spruce :(

I'm glad school stuff is going well and the heat isn't too terrible!! but yeah I get being bummed about what you have to use your energy on. I get so miserable when I don't have enough energy to write 😭😭 I hope your book ends up being good though whenever you can finish reading it!!

the weather over here is interesting because it's june and it's still cloudy and cool?? and I live near LA?? like. almost the entirety of may was cloudy, and tbh it's been cloudy more often than sunny since january. we've had a few hot days here and there, but for the most part it's just constant overcast skies and temps in the 10-15 C/50-60 F range for the most part. it's very strange for sure, I've never seen a grey spell quite like this in CA and I've lived here my entire life. I'm not complaining though. I love overcast skies so I'm thrilled to death. no one else I know is very happy though

[zelrodite]

i miss seattle. i moved away not because it didn't feel like home, but because i had to get away from home. dreary trees, white overcast and constant rain, and dewy dark green grass. The people are awkward, the animals are silent. The broken silence in the morning from glass windchimes, the peak-a-boo sun. Those windy candy blue sky summers, rocky beaches, cool icy water. how could i forget that i grew up in the most beautiful state in north America? i was so accustomed to my neighborhood, my life, as a walk in the most still, serene, quiet park. i took it all for granted. the air was so sweet. i would walk outside, and even if my life was falling apart and i was afraid of the inside of my own brain, i could not ignore how beautiful it was outside. how attractive, how serene! perfect for a liked-to-be-lonely kid like me who wanted nothing more than to be left alone. Smoking on the porch led to three-hour walks, two-hour runs, four-hour bike rides to absolutely nowhere. i took the earth for granted, even though i know we both loved each other. it told me everyday i wandered out onto the streets looking for nothing; giving me life without people. i'd look into patches of grass and see lady bugs, dancing roly-polies! exotic flowers, lilies, orchards! breathing, touching, smelling like love. and don't get me wrong; it's great in the big city, fast-paced with lots of action. It's for the people, that part of life that you blink and miss. but sometimes i miss when the days went on and on and the silence from the wind and leaves ebb and flowed my awful thoughts away. i could talk about both forever, but who'd listen?

[elithilanor]

15 and 16 for the ask game! 🥰

15. Do you give objects you own a name? (car, house, plants, etc)

Yes! I’m neurodivergent of course I do 😂😅 I’m behind on naming rn actually it’s quite sad. Maybe this will reinvigorate me

16. Do you like the weather where you live?

Yes!! I moved here specifically for the weather (one of the big reasons anyway). It’s typically cool - not above 65 F/ 18 C - and often overcast and windy. Plus I live on the coast which I could never imagine living away from; large still air like the plains and deserts kinda freak me out.

When it’s hot, it usually doesn’t get over 80 F / 27 C and doesn’t last that long and it usually happens during a second summer period (sept-oct). Although there have been some serious exceptions in the last couple of years unfortunately.

I only wish it would rain and thunder and lightning more. It usually rains more an El Niño year, so we’ll see what this upcoming winter is like.

Thanks for the asks! 🥰

[songoftrillium]

❄️ if you're still taking these? :3

I am still taking these! Here is an excerpt from Esme Leaping-Ghost's journals. She is an ethnobotanist that managed to forge the unsteady peace that exist between Sept of the Trillium Glade and the rest of the Garou Nation, and a large portion of this book is written with her narrative voice. Here's her first impressions when arriving in Seattle:

From the Personal Journals of Esme Leaping-Ghost

Date: October 5, 1964 Location: 3:00 AM PST. Sept of the Swift Waters, Snoqualamie, WA Conditions: 43F, overcast, windy. New moon

We arrived and are staying at Julie’s aunt’s; we’re all spread throughout her bungalow like a hostel at the moment. Julie says it’s a dry fall, but that it comes and goes every couple years of warm and cool winters. All the same, I can still see moss growing out of every shaded seam exposed to rainfall here. Stacie is way friendlier than Julie makes her out to be, but I can see her friendliness getting overwhelming quick. Stacie’s library is a converted bedroom, stacked floor to ceiling with books, all written by women from all walks of life covering a range of topics from farming manuals to pulp romance novels. Naturally, I had to sleep here.  Julie insisted on sleeping on the couch. In her own home! I don’t understand the hospitality, but I think it’s more a Pacific Northwest thing. Despite the size, She’s both rather timid and disarmingly bold, and I can’t quite pin her down. I don’t think I’ll ever get a more candid window into her mind than I am seeing now. I imagine her hiding away here, nose buried in…”Katherine V. Forrest”? I don’t think I’ve heard of her. Then again, I wouldn’t have taken her to be a reader anyways. That’s meaner than I meant it to sound. She just always seemed so rough-and-tumble to be patient enough to read. The mind wanders, fantastrophizing what hidden worlds can be found in her imagination all the same.  Reflecting on the failure of the opened moon bridge, I admit I’m a little relieved to be driving to Trillium. I get queasy on the moonbridges; worse than flying. For all its show and immediacy, it’s so hard to get a feel for a place by being “dropped in”, anyways. Stepping outside, fir needles the color of pennies rained on me in a cold breeze. Entering the Pacific Northwest feels like breathing air for the first time. I was expecting muggy warm humidity, the air is cold and somehow crisp, like the things that make the air feel so heavy elsewhere are weighed down by last night’s rain here. I smell fungus growing nearby. Stacie insisted on making us an early morning breakfast and is loaning us her van for the trek. Rutgers and Taylor said they packed something for them to eat on the road, and the rest of us had biscuits and gravy, and lots of coffee. There’s still not enough room for all of us, so Seb and Caeli will be driving behind us in Julie’s Pinto. That's just as well, despite Julie's assurances, Caeli is absolutely insufferable.

Feel free to ask me more questions!

[shadowetienne]

Bright, buttons, calm and jewel for the ask game~

bright; mermaids or fairies?

Both are fascinating and I love looking at the similarities in mythologies around the world relating to them. Probably very slightly fairies though.

buttons; do you have a nickname?

Shadow is a childhood nickname that I pretty much only use in online spaces now. Etienne is my middle name/second first name, and I mostly use it online and in fandom spaces, or in conjunction with my first first name in person, it sound ties in closely with my Chinese name (courtesy of my foster family), so based on both, Tien/Tian or Tian-Tian is something that I respond to and sometimes use.

calm; favorite scent?

I have somewhat recently found a brand of perfume that makes (a reasonable number of) perfumes I'm not allergic to, so smells are very much a thing my brain is full of. I love tea scents and lilies and citrus and peonies and a lot of spices (cardamom and anise are favorites). I also tend to like scents described as "aquatics" which are a little harder to clearly describe.

jewel; what’s your favorite kind of weather?

Overcast and windy and pleasantly cool (I'm happy in a pretty wide temperature range though). I do like it to be relatively humid (like minimum 40% humidity, and perfectly happy up through hyper saturated air). Light rain is nice but not necessary. Fog is lovely if I'm not trying to get places. I enjoy storms, but they're often inconvenient.

[luxwing]

It's supposed to be spring but right now it still feels like early winter here in Texas

Which usually I'm so chill with because overcast? rainy? cool but not windy or frosty? hell yeah I'll get all over that shit

But in March after I've dealt with 3+ months of on and off seasonal depression and also the current shortage of ADHD meds? I'm literally in hell. Just a scrap of sunshine is all I ask