#sun dail

[sunshyni]

Alguma coisa na minha cabeça disse que o Baekhyun e o Zayn têm um timbre de voz muito parecido (não sei bem se tô usando a palavra "timbre" no sentido correto mas enfim) e ai eu fiquei imaginando um feat improvável mas que poderia muito bem ter uma vibe metade "Drown" metade "Pillowtalk"

EU IRIA ENLOUQUECER TANTO 🥵🥵

[sunshyni]

Tão nenéns 🥰

#WISH Teaser Image: City of WISH

[starheirxero]

I feel like if I thought really hard about it, I could make some kinda gut wrenching connection between the fact that a total lunar eclipse is what's then called a blood moon and the fact that Bloodmoon was made before Lunar and Lunar was the one more dependent on Eclipse than Bloodmoon ever was. or smth.

[cloudywithachanceofsims]

My horses up for 'auction' on Equiliberty♡

WHR Hurricane [Lustiano stallion] up for auction on the Equiliberty server until 9/10 @ 4:30pm♡ link below to join♡

HTS Driftwood & Sun Dail are almost off to their new homes on the Equiliberty server♡ [link to join]

All Zebras and Zorses from HTS are from the original Sulani Zebra herds, who inhabited the islands before it became more populated. Resulting in the wild zebra population almost disappearing. Kalani's family has worked hard to preserve the breed, still having many of the islands original bloodlines. This has allowed the ranch to produce healthy, friendly equine companions for many generations.♡

Driftwood is up for "auction" now on the Equiliberty discord server until 9/10 @ 4pm EDT [HTS Sun Dail "auction' ends 9/10 at 4:15pm] ♡

"Purchased" horse/s are sent via zip on the server ♡

[Don't worry it's all fake currency in the server! It's just a private download to the winner. FYI all new members get 5k in server money upon registering ♡ Feel free to dm with any questions♡]

[blackjackkent]

Open Your Eyes and It Will Blind You - Chapter 2

Pairing: Jaheira/Rasaad Characters: Jaheira, Rasaad, OC Bhaalspawn, Aerie, Imoen, Minsc Rating: G Warnings: None Descriptors: Angst, Avoidance, Almost Kiss, Moving On, Fix-It, Slow Burn Chapter Word Count: 3.8k Setting: Several years after BG2 TOB Summary: Years after the defeat of Irenicus and Melissan, Rasaad and Jaheira are both still haunted by the things they have lost. Neither of them is much good at opening up, despite the burgeoning feelings between them. But when Rasaad decides he must travel to Calimshan to face up to his brothers in Sun Soul, and she and their friends insist on accompanying them, the pair is forced to start to come to terms with their emotions, and what they want from the future. (Chap 2/?) Chapter Summary: Cute party shenanigans. Rasaad and Jaheira realize they have caught feelings and don't handle it very smoothly. read on ao3 | send me fic requests!

The party is in full swing. With the fall of the sun beneath the horizon, Faenya-Dail comes to life with light and cheerful voices calling to each other between the trees. The area around Caden and Aerie’s house is crowded with their guests, both local and visiting, and the forest echoes on itself with conversation and laughter. 

Jaheira sits with her friends at a small table in a corner of the wide fenced yard. The Avariel wine in her glass has set a pleasant buzz going in her head, dulling her preoccupation and softening the edges of the world around her. A small smile tugs at her lips as she watches Minsc and Quayle dart around the yard, dashing at each other with sticks in a mock-battle. 

“Aha! Minsc has you now!” Minsc calls dramatically with a wide grin. He swipes his stick lightly in the boy's direction, deliberately missing him off to one side.

Quayle giggles, poking back with his own “weapon” so it prods Minsc in the stomach. “No, I got you!” 

Minsc gives a theatrical stagger. “Augh! Struck home indeed! But Quayle must have a battle cry to follow such a strike!”

The boy tilts his head questioningly. 

“Minsc and Boo will show you, see? RAAAAAAAAARGH!” the berserker cries aloud, brandishing his stick above his head. He is echoed by a loud squeak from Boo on his shoulder. 

Quayle grins. “Raaaargh!” he pipes up as loudly as he can, and smacks Minsc smartly on the arm with the stick. 

“Ah!” Minsc laughs. “A sound as to make any monster cower in its dark lair and evil to have to change its underpants!” 

Imoen snickers, gesturing at the two combatants with her mug of ale. “C'mon, Denny, you let the boy get to four years old and en't taught him a battle cry yet? What's wrong with you?” 

“A grievous oversight, you're right,” Caden answers with amusement. He’s lounged down comfortably, leaning half out of his seat so his head can rest on Aerie’s shoulder as they watch their son. “Though I never had one during our adventures and we got by well enough.”

“And thankfully we've little call for them here,” Aerie adds. She lifts one hand and absently brushes her fingers through Caden’s hair. 

“Nor never shall, we can most fervently hope,” Rasaad says softly. 

Jaheira shoots him a look sideways. The monk is smiling as he raises his glass in toast to his own sentiment, but she can read just a flash of disquiet moving under the words. 

You too feel as I do, then, she thinks ruefully. You see Suldanesselar in this place, and you remember the flames… 

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[shangtusianheroes]

Legends Collide [Drabble] [Part 1]

The wind swept past her as she pushed herself at top speed down the long road back toward Shang Mu. Carol's Call came in just as she was talking to Dail, and she cut the meeting short. An attack on Neera? timed just when she was returning or perhaps it was bad luck on her part. Worse she was off trying to find work to rebuild the Tree House. Of all the bad luck, of all the terrible times for her to be away it was this day of all days. She swerved and weaved past traffic as she pushed herself faster still!

For all the terrible things Neera did to her growing up, all the times she tried to arrest her. She had become a dear friend, and if anything happened to her there would be hell to pay. Her red eyes glistened in the sun with a simmering rage. Lilac's anger had always been a problem it drove her to do foolish things. Bu as she grew older she learned to bury it, yet hold onto it for when she needed it most. A Fuel to her inner flame--- but when she found who ever did this...

Laws be damned she was going to tear them apart!

She was so distracted with her anger, she hardly noticed the wisp of motion. Yet out of the corner of her eye she saw it streak toward her like a rocket! She lept over the massive band of steel cartwheeling over it as it crushed the concrete where her feet had been a moment ago! Landing gracefully and spinning around to face a new enemy.

The rod of steel seemed to shrink as it zipped back down to it's original size. The Monkey sat crouched on a cloud with a large staff in his hands. His smile was broad and cheerful, and his tail swished about excitedly as he floated above the ground. Lilac was more confused then ever--- just who was this guy? why had he attacked her? why did he look so damn happy about trying to brain her!

" HEY watch it! you could have killed someone you stupid jerk!! "

" OH HO! as spicy as the boss said! it kind of has me all excited! "

He laughed from atop his cloud!

" Come on Dragon Girl! aren't you excited! isn't your blood boiling! THIS is what we live for! Let our FISTS do the talking! and hey--- i'm a fair guy. If you win... i'll even tell you who attacked your little panda friend... "

" ... you think you can beat a Dragon! "

She took a fighting stance

" NOT A CHANCE! "

[apocalypticavolition]

Let's (re)Read The Eye of the World! Chapter 48: The Blight

Concept art by Filip Štorch and shrunk down just a tad or five, rendering his signature illegible. This reread compresses lots of things - for example, I fit spoilers for the whole of The Wheel of Time into every post! If you don't like that, it's best to be somewhere else.

This chapter gives us our last new chapter icon of the book: another tree at night, but this one twisted and bent over. It's got kind of a look of a flipped Aes Sedai symbol, with the tree making up the upside down fang (appropriate since saidin got the corruption and all) while trying to obscure the upside down flame of the moon. I don't think this symbolism ever means anything, but it's fun. This kind of icon means "Blight", or occasionally the worst of the things from it.

A large steel mirror, carefully turned down, away from the sun, now, glittered atop each tower below the high iron cup where signal fires could be lit when the sun did not shine. The signal would be flashed, to towers further from the Border, and by those to still others, and so relayed to the heartland fortresses, from where the lances would ride to turn back the raid. Were times normal, they would.

I can't help but feel that this kind of set up is actually less effective than signal fires would be. You have to figure out where the sun is, hope there's no clouds in the way or that it's not too early or late in the day to catch the light, angle the mirror appropriately, and hope the people at the other side manage to catch the glint of the tower and are also able to relay it down the line. Much simpler to just have the signal fires which can be lit at any time and are easily protected from the rain. Am I crazy?

“To escort you here means we may not reach the Gap before the fighting is done. I am robbed of the chance to stand with the rest, and at the same time I am commanded not to ride one step beyond the borderpost, as if I had never before been in the Blight. And My Lord Agelmar will not tell me why.” 

If you liked fighting Trollocs so much, you shouldn't have become a Darkfriend. This is the Wheel punishing you, bub. All the other squadron commanders are gonna fight just fine cuz they're not filthy traitors to existence.

Eastward they would join other steel serpents, from Fal Moran, behind King Easar himself with his sons at his side, and from Ankor Dail, that held the Eastern Marches and guarded the Spine of the World; from Mos Shirare and Fal Sion and Camron Caan, and all the other fortresses in Shienar, great and small. Joined into a greater serpent, they would turn north to Tarwin’s Gap.

Is Jordan just describing the movements of armies here, or is he creating the imagery of the Great Serpent itself preparing to strike against those who fight to slay it?

Rand nodded. He could feel it, too, though he could not say what it was exactly he was feeling. The wrongness went beyond the first warmth he could remember out of doors this year; it was more than the simple fact that it should not be so warm this far north. It must be the Blight, but the land was the same.

Rand's Shadowsense is about as refined now as it's ever going to be.

The Shadow can only corrupt what's already there - the land's the same, there's just something wrong with the area the Shadow's claimed.

“Flowers can kill in the Blight, and leaves maim. There’s a little thing called a Stick that likes to hide where the leaves are thickest, looking like its name, waiting for something to touch it. When something does, it bites. Not poison. The juice begins to digest the Stick’s prey for it. The only thing that can save you is to cut off the arm or leg that was bitten. But a Stick won’t bite unless you touch it. Other things in the Blight will.”

Good to know that stick bugs are thriving in the post-apocalypse due to Aginor's horrible experiments.

The big youth glared at the obscene forest through which they rode as he might have at an enemy, or the banner of an enemy. He caressed the axe at his belt as if unaware of what he was doing, and muttered to himself, half growling in a way that made the hair on Rand’s neck stir.

Lan: Keep quiet or we might get killed.

Perrin: WOOF WOOF WOOF!

At least when Mat's making noises right now it's cuz he's throwing up. Get it together, Perrin. It ain't like there's wolves in the area to be encouraging you to focus on your powers.

“No two among the Ogier have found it in exactly the same place. The Green Man seems to be found where he is needed. But it has always been beyond the high passes. They are treacherous, the high passes, and haunted by creatures of the Dark One.”

Really this just makes the Green Man sound more and more like a Fantastica immigrant, since a key point of the world of The Neverending Story was that it couldn't be mapped because places didn't have spatially defined relations to one another, but instead travelers ended up where they needed to be going. I wonder if Jordan ever read the book.

For one brief instant the sun’s rays caught the shattered tops, and Rand’s breath stilled. Not hills. The broken remnants of seven towers. He was not sure if anyone else had seen it; the sight was gone as quickly as it came.

Remember what I was saying about the inefficiency of the mirror towers?

Nothing that big could live in a lake that size. Those couldn’t have been hands on those tentacles. They couldn’t have been.

Not gonna lie, the fact that our heroes never had to fight this bizarre aquatic Shadowspawn (or really any of the horrifying beasts of the far Blight) is one of the biggest disappointments of the series. And honestly as much as I'd like to blame my usual scapegoat, it's not as if Jordan did much with the Blight after this book himself.

“It is a simple thing,” she said, “a bending, so any eye looking at us sees around us, instead. We cannot have the eyes that will be out there seeing our lights tonight, and the Blight is no place to be in the dark.”

Moiraine says that it's a simple thing, but we don't actually see it get used that much. Rand picks up the trick in the mid-series, but he is of course the extreme end of the scale. I don't recall any other big instances of it getting used, which make me think that it's a simple weave geometrically but demanding of so much Fire and Air that Moiraine is one of the few modern Aes Sedai who can cast it.

“There,” Egwene said as if it were settled. “I know. I will make you my Warder, when I’m an Aes Sedai. You would like being a Warder, wouldn’t you? My Warder?” She sounded sure, but he saw the question in her eyes. She wanted an answer, needed it. “I’d like being your Warder,” he said. She’s not for you, nor you for her. Why did Min have to tell me that?

Probably because if you were hellbent on keeping Egwene's love no matter what you'd end up dying halfway through book two. Gotta love Moiraine's, "I can find shit for all of you to do in Tar Valon" claim too. That's "not technically lying" for "You all can spend five minutes getting instructions on where to go next as we march you lot through the Prophecies, then leave immediately."

The Warder was still awake, seated not far from him with his sword across his knees, watching the night. To Rand’s surprise, so was Nynaeve.

Not gonna lie, I kinda wish that every book had had a subplot that Rand (or one of the other six major characters) was completely oblivious to until right before the climax when suddenly all the subtext comes rushing to the forefront. It would have been fun.

“I will never shame you.” The gentle tone, like a caress, sounded odd to Rand’s ears in the Warder’s voice, but it made Nynaeve’s eyes brighten. “I will hate the man you choose because he is not me, and love him if he makes you smile. No woman deserves the sure knowledge of widow’s black as her brideprice, you least of all.” He set the untouched cup on the ground and rose. “I must check the horses.” Nynaeve remained there, kneeling, after he had gone. Sleep or no, Rand closed his eyes. He did not think the Wisdom would like it if he watched her cry.

The saddest thing is, at the end of the day, Nynaeve and Lan will marry and she will have the sure knowledge of widow's black. She's going to outlive him by centuries.

The other sad stuff of course includes: Lan's spent his whole life making himself miserable for no reason (he's still an amazing fighter after he and Nynaeve bang it out), he's making Nynaeve miserable for that same lack of reason, and Rand and Nynaeve don't have a relationship where he's able to comfort her in any meaningful way, so the best he can do for her is pretend that he's asleep.

Depressing chapter end, but don't worry: next time things get scary instead!

[thepig]

JOE BIDENS ROUND ONE RECAP

Hello and Good Morning my fellow Americans. It's been a good eight hours, and as I'm sure you all know, polling for the first round of the OC-verse elections has come to a closed. Folks we ran some good races out there but the nature of these things is someone walks home disappointed. Now, I'm not mutuals with all of these folks, but they're good people, and I'm sorry to All Tomorrow's Sun, Vultures, Dog Assassin of the Future, 500, We Are All Made of Stardust, Bitching Witching, and the Door. Your projects are wonderful and your fans really got out there last night and made these races close.

Now with every person who got voted out comes a project that gets to move on. Things are really going to heat up in these next rounds as Prolegomenon, Race for the Morning, Leche con Cafe, Malaise, Demons in the Open Doorway, Pirates, and Apocalypse Simulator move on. Can't forget that exclamation point in Apocalypse Simulator. Congratulations to the wonderful folks behind these projects.

You may notice that I've been silent on the Die as I Live and Traversion race. Folks it isn't easy giving the news and I've got some personal attachment to this one. It looks like we have let Anik down and we will not be getting Dail Animatic as Traversion won the poll as of the final count this morning. Congratulations to Mani. Also, if you were mean to the creator of Die as I Live, you should hit the road, Jack! We don't want you here! This is a friendly competition after all.

One final piece before I go. There's another vote happening right now, this time for a little thing called Yuri. Now I know I see a lot of Lemon Demon and Will Wood fans in the audience tonight, but if you could open your ears to a little song called Heart Attack that would mean a lot to me.

That's all I've got for now folks, see you for the next round.

directly inspired by gotinterest's poll updates. cant wait for round 2!

[niknyk]

Hermit's Cave - Tour & Lore of Mystic's Doomsday Cult in 1700's Philly 

Happy Friday the 13th!My New Film project, enjoy Hike & tour of 'Hermit's Cave' Mysterious Doomsday Cult 'Cave of Kelpius' 1690's Philly I've studied years on this tale!I manage the 3 official pages For this historic landmark site,Located in Fairmount Park. It's on Fb, Insta & Google I work to promote & share,The amazing, mystical story!America's first Doomsday Cult,In the 1700's, in a log tabernacle,Woods of Wissahickon Creek,The Occult & mystic 40 monks,Practicing alchemy, art, music,Science, astrometry & astrology!Building a dream of comminty,Many parts are odd but real,Exploding Philosopher's Stone,Magical golden sun dail bowl.The first observatory in the US Spiritual beliefs & forgotten lore.Such a fascinating unique tale,It's a passion project of my life.like a 'Lord of the rings' fantasy,40 mystic monks lost in history!Enjoy my latest film & thanks!!

[yoga-mohan]

Sooriya Namaskaram: Complete Guide to Sun Salutation for Beginners""Dail...

[alexstorm]

I thought more about this could be a make or break because now it’s getting really public and I’m not sure he wants that. // I’m sure I saw a similar article about her on the sun (🤮) one time a few years back. The exact same time of non-article, just looking for clicks

Yes, The Scum seems to be more her territory. 😄 The Dail Fail will write on all the performers at Glastonbury. AM is just up first today.

[artofficial88]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: RARE 1995 FOSSIL MOON LANDING WATCH BW-6727 (000701).

[blackjackkent]

Open Your Eyes and It Will Blind You (Chap 1)

Pairing: Jaheira/Rasaad Characters: Jaheira, Rasaad, OC Bhaalspawn, Aerie, Imoen, Minsc Rating: G Warnings: None Descriptors: Angst, Sparring, Avoidance, Self-Destructive Behavior, Moving On, Fix-It, Slow Burn Word Count: 4.9k Setting: Several years after BG2 TOB Summary: Years after the defeat of Irenicus and Melissan, Rasaad is still haunted by the knowledge of the things he has lost. He means to return to Calimshan and face up to his former brethren of the Sun Soul - but in turning to confront his past, he is also running from his future. (Chap 1/?) read on ao3 | i welcome fic requests!

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It is for a joyful occasion, but nevertheless Jaheira cannot enter Faenya-Dail without a certain instinctive feeling of caution. 

It's not for any obvious reason. Really, her druid's heart should leap (and does) at being away from the cities again, here in the deep woods where the Avariel, the winged elves, make their home. There is much of nature's beauty and balance to admire in this place - the textured depth of foliage in all directions, the settlement constructed in harmony with its surroundings, the noise of beast and thinking creatures intermixed into a comfortable tapestry that is life in its purest form. 

And yet… 

It has been almost five years now, but she will never forget watching Suldanessellar burn. That was another elven city nestled in a forest canopy, built into enormous tree trunks and with their limbs as its causeways. And being there was a precursor to hell - both figuratively and literally. 

Perhaps there is a part of her now that will never look upon such a place without a hint of trepidation. 

Ah, Khalid, she thinks with a melancholy smile. Would that you were here to distract me from such worries. The loss of her husband is, thankfully, another grief that has grown muted with time, but it is never absent, and she feels it most keenly when her brain feels crammed, as it does now, with too many thoughts, obscuring the clear path forward which she prefers to walk.

“Hold! Declare yourself!” 

The voice booms from one of the high branches above her as she passes under it. All is still for a moment, and then the lithe form of a male elf swoops in a wide arc from out of the treetops, gliding on broad, silver-gray wings. He comes to a deft landing in front of her and looks her over, his manner easy but the tautness of his shoulders betraying a readiness for action. 

“You stand on the border of Faenya-Dail,” he says crisply, looking her over as his wings slowly furl themselves at his back. “You are a stranger here; what business have you in the land of the Avariel?”

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[ichiro-artosaki]

happy valentines day nerds 

[theframelines]

Explosion by martinpodt