#wind day quotes

[santoshkukreti04-blog]

वैश्विक पवन दिवस एक विश्वव्यापी कार्यक्रम है जिसका उद्देश्य पवन ऊर्जा के लाभों और जलवायु परिवर्तन से निपटने में इसकी भूमिका के बारे में जागरूकता बढ़ाना है। यह दिन पवन ऊर्जा प्रौद्योगिकी में हुई प्रगति को उजागर करने का अवसर प्रदान करता है, साथ ही ग्रीनहाउस गैस उत्सर्जन को कम करने पर पवन ऊर्जा के सकारात्मक प्रभाव को उजागर करता है। यह व्यक्तियों, संगठनों और समुदायों को एक साथ आने और हमारी ऊर्जा जरूरतों को पूरा करने के लिए व्यवहार्य और टिकाऊ समाधान के रूप में पवन ऊर्जा के उपयोग को बढ़ावा देने के लिए एक मंच के रूप में कार्य करता है।

[reverie-quotes]

But a person's destiny is something you look back at after it's past, not something you see in advance.

— Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

[inumbrapugnabimus-maybe]

Four NO

From this post by @crazylittlejester

[shisasan]

September 12, 1934 Virginia Woolf, “A Writer’s Diary” (1918 - 1941)

[candycryptids]

I’m actually so terrible at giving my ocs tragic pasts or sad backstories or whatever like is there not already enough pain in this world

I mean sure yeah but the catharsis if they survived it and you can too, or something. Much to think about.

[quartzlightz]

Games

*the chain playing daybreak together*

Legend, yelling into his mic: You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!

Twilight: Pfft, what happened?

Wind: Heheh I happened.

Legend: Wind, that fucking twerp, killed me!

Warriors, snickering: Wow getting killed by a little kid, how heroic of you, Vet.

Legend: Oh shut it, you died first. Even the old man is doing better than you.

Time: I’m sure Wind is just going easy on me.

Wind: With all honesty, you are fucking good at this game I can never catch you.

Legend: Back on topic, Wind im going after you first when I’m killer.

Wind, giggling maniacally: Good luck catchin’ me.

[gutiuniverse]

Warriors: You lied? Mask: We may have. Warriors: You may have or you did? Wind: Mask: Warriors: Wind: We may have did.

[yumemiruuuu]

Feng Xin: Reasons why Mu Qing is a disappointing fictional character

Mu Qing: … Did you just refer to me as a fictional character??

Feng Xin: Yes. I refuse to acknowledge the fact that I have to share oxygen with the likes of you.

Feng Xin: Now hold your breath and shut the fuck up.

[sirenascelestiales]

The Shadow of the Wind, by Carlos Ruiz Zafón

Barcelona, 1945: A city slowly heals in the aftermath of the Spanish Civil War, and Daniel, an antiquarian book dealer's son who mourns the loss of his mother, finds solace in a mysterious book entitled The Shadow of the Wind, by one Julian Carax. But when he sets out to find the author's other works, he makes a shocking discovery: someone has been systematically destroying every copy of every book Carax has written. In fact, Daniel may have the last of Carax's books in existence. Soon Daniel's seemingly innocent quest opens a door into one of Barcelona's darkest secrets--an epic story of murder, madness, and doomed love.

The Cemetery of Forgotten Books

[usefulquotes7]

[its-cosmerely-an-obsesh-wound]

A Promise Full Filled

Below is an excerpt from my most recent fic:

***CONTAINS WIND AND TRUTH SPOILERS***

It had actually happened. Kaladin wasn't sure if any warping of reality on his part had occurred but Dalinar had done what he had needed to do and the three of them had survived until the end. They had all suffered terrible losses but, tonight, they were choosing to ignore all that because they were fulfilling a promise they had made to one another. At the end. Drinks. Jokes. Laughter.

Currently, the laughter was at Kaladin’s expense. Shallan and Adolin had managed to wheedle out of him the particulars regarding what Szeth had mentioned. Szeth had made astounding progress on their trip to Shinovar, so much so that he and Kaladin had laughed easily and often by the end and Szeth had surprised both Shallan and Adolin by interacting with them comfortably when they had returned. Perhaps a little too comfortably. To Kaladin’s chagrin, Szeth had told them that Kaladin had been unable to best the Shin architecture. Szeth had refused to elaborate further and Kaladin had had also refused to give a full account at the time, citing a need to see his family. But, today, there was no diverting them so Kaladin had to explain in painstaking detail, while Shallan howled with laughter, what Szeth had meant.

“The Shin are much shorter people than the Alethi so there were a lot of doorframes, cultivated trees, and even ceilings that would not accommodate the stature of a normal-sized person—"

“An Alethi giant you mean.” Shallan corrected, as she craned her neck in an unnecessarily exaggerated manner to eye him pointedly.

“Fine. Someone of normal Alethi height.” Kaladin conceded.

“You’re tall, even for an Alethi, Kal.” Adolin asserted, appraising him with a slight smile and a lingering look that had Kaladin feeling...on edge. He was not that tall. For an Alethi. He was only a few inches taller than Adolin. 

“So what did you do?" Shallan asked, her eyes glittering expectantly. "Try to punch and stab your way through doorways or…” 

He wished that were the truth.

“No, um, many times I didn’t notice until—"

“Stormfather! You walked into everything, didn’t you?” She asked with excited incredulity.

Kaladin pressed his lips to a line. He had not walked into everything. But she was right, it had happened. And more than he would have liked. She seemed to guess her aspersion was at least partially correct and he could see the joy in her expression ramping up as he replied.

“Well not everything but there were a few times I—"

Kaladin didn’t get to finish, Shallan erupted with a shrill scream of unbridled glee and Adolin’s barking laugh split the air next to him seconds later. 

Sure, Kaladin felt a little embarrassed about how many inanimate objects his face had unexpectedly encountered but he had promised, drinks, jokes, laughter, and he was certainly delivering on the last part. Kaladin found himself chuckling too, after a fashion, but Shallan was definitely the most affected. It took several moments before Shallan wiped tears of mirth from her eyes and rested her hand lightly on his as her raucous sounds of merriment became a subdued giggle.

Kaladin’s laughter became uneasy and died as he processed several disturbing things at once: the hand Shallan had placed on his was her clothed safehand, the topic of conversation had changed to a distressing one, and the seating arrangement was...disquieting and too close. In short, somehow he had gotten trapped between Shallan and Adolin while they argued about Kaladin's farewell hugs all the while Shallan touched him in an arrestingly inappropriate and intimate manner. In the middle of a very public tavern.

How had this happened? He thought back. Kaladin had been sitting in the middle since they had arrived but he hadn’t given the arrangement much thought since they had started the evening a respectful distance apart from one another and they had been discussing a suitable topic: the strange Shinovarian flora and fauna. Shallan had shown a keen interest and Kaladin, grateful for the distraction from all the needling about Shin architecture, had seized the topic like a pouch of stormlight during an Everstorm. Kaladin had explained how lazy the grass had been, laying about and getting trampled all the time; how there had been these delightful happy animals called ‘dogs’ that acted like axehounds but were soft and squishy with no carapace or mandibles and enjoyed probing your backside with their noses; and how some animals Szeth had called ‘goats’ had been able to Surgebind—Szeth had insisted they did not Surgebind but there was simply no other rational explanation for how they scaled sheer cliffs like that, Kaladin had seen them at it with his own eyes—they had to be using adhesion or gravitation. Szeth was mistaken. Unfortunately, mentioning Szeth had reminded them about the storming architecture again but even those laughs at his expense had been better than this.

“You got two hugs.” Adolin insisted to Shallan.

“I had to initiate the first one though and Kaladin suffered it like a chull bound in a heavy stormwagon yolk. The one he initiated was much shorter than the hug he gave you.”

Somehow as the conversation and alcohol had flowed, the distance between them had shrunk to almost nothing, such that Shallan’s and Adolin’s present and disconcerting tete-a-tete was taking place practically on top of Kaladin. Kaladin was immensely uncomfortable. Why did the hugs he gave them matter and why were they chatting about it with no space for Honor between the three of them? Kaladin was finding it harder and harder to follow the exchange because he was becoming increasingly aware of their proximity to him in several would-be innocuous ways...

Here's a link to the rest of it, if you want to keep reading. Please take care, it is rated EXPLICIT because I cannot keep my hands off the smut when it comes to these three...or in general. You know that part in A Bugs Life with the mosquitoes?

Mosquito 1: Harry, no! Don't look at the light!

Harry: *entranced* I-can't-help-it. It's-so-beautiful. *Harry gets zapped and DIES*

Harry is basically me with smut...wait, there's a When Harry Met Sally reference here...if you want to have what she's having you might like my writing 😂 You've probably heard of a gutter ball. *Jumps up and down* Oh, yes, bowling! I've heard of that! Well, I have a gutter brain. There are balls involved in my gutter brain and many other euphemistic sports accoutrements that I could mention. But I won't. No one wants that. In fact, no one wanted this paragraph at the end, not even me, but I typed it already so...pipe down, I got the conch and... *does best Leonidas impression* THIS—IS—TUMBLR!

(RIP Piggy, sorry about your ass-mar and brutal murder—Roger was a right Piero Manzoni piece of work)

Well, that stream of consciousness was a trip to read in the stark light of day. Someone should take away my keyboard. Alright, shutting the fuck up now...

PS: See, I did mean what I said

[reverie-quotes]

So this was how secrets got started, I thought to myself. People constructed them little by little.

— Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

[kingjasnah]

ok it took me until day six (the oathbringer quotes) to fully confirm for myself what the epigraphs were doing but awesome literally awesome. the ketek continues or whatever

[shisasan]

August 30, 1923 Virginia Woolf, “A Writer’s Diary” (1918 - 1941) originally published: 1933

[cake-chad]

Finally watched EoM ep 17 today and oh my god, absolutely slurping up all those delicious backstories

[just-some-brainrot]

hamds