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codo17 · 21 days

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Stars Aligned

**I was inspired by the solar eclipse. It was my first time and probably last time experiencing it and it was everything! This is my first story so I hope you like it. English is not my first language so please do correct me if there's anything wrong. <3**

-> ~750 word

-> fluff

Today, April 8th, 2024, was destined to be a day etched into the tapestry of your shared history—a moment of cosmic significance that stirred excitement across North America. But for you and Jessie, it wasn't just about witnessing a total solar eclipse; it was about experiencing it together, sharing a bond that transcended mere scientific curiosity.

Since childhood, the mysteries of the cosmos had held you captive. From your early days crafting makeshift telescopes to the late-night stargazing sessions, there was an undeniable pull toward the heavens above. The infinite knowledge contained within trillions of light-years had always filled you with a sense of wonder and awe, making you feel simultaneously insignificant and connected to something greater than yourself.

Of course, you'd always dreamed of finding someone with whom you could share this passion—a kindred spirit who would listen to your ramblings about the Andromeda Galaxy and the Kuiper Belt with genuine interest. Someone who gave you the same heart palpitations and goofy smile that perseids did. And then, Jessie entered your orbit—a radiant burst of light in your universe.

Meeting during your college days at UCLA, she defied engineering student stereotypes with her intelligence, charm, and warmth. There was an instant connection, a gravitational pull drawing you together like celestial bodies in motion. You bonded over shared interests in Tim Horton's, Sidney Crosby, sustainable farming, and football, finding comfort and joy in each other's company.

As your friendship with Jessie blossomed into love, it felt like discovering a new constellation—a beautiful alignment of hearts and minds. Study sessions transformed into late nights spent under the star-studded sky, fingers entwined as you traced the paths of shooting stars, sharing dreams and fears in the quiet darkness.

Seven years had passed since those early days, but the magic between you remained as potent as ever. Jessie's beauty wasn't just in her freckled face or twinkling brown eyes; it was in the way she laughed, the way she listened, the way she made you feel like you were the center of her universe.

As the solar eclipse approached, you couldn't imagine experiencing it with anyone but Jessie. Together, you made plans to witness the celestial spectacle—a rare moment of cosmic harmony that promised to be nothing short of breathtaking.

Standing side by side, the air crackled with anticipation as the moon began its slow dance across the sun's fiery surface. Jessie's hand found yours in the darkness, fingers intertwining as you both watched in awe.

"It's incredible," Jessie whispered, her voice barely audible above the thrum of excitement. You stole a glance at her, struck once again by her beauty and the depth of her gaze.

Your heart swelled with emotion as you watched the eclipse unfold, feeling a sense of wonder and insignificance wash over you. It was as if the universe had paused just for the two of you, a moment of perfect alignment in an otherwise chaotic world.

As the eclipse reached its peak, you turned to Jessie, her face illuminated by the otherworldly glow. "I feel so small but so in sync with the whole Universe at the same time... I don't know how to describe it, it's just uniquely perfect."

Jessie nodded, her eyes reflecting the fading remnants of the eclipse. "It's like we're a tiny part of something so much bigger, yet connected to it in a way that's hard to put into words."

"I think you've said it all," you replied, grateful for her understanding.

As the eclipse waned and the world returned to normal, you felt a surge of love and gratitude for the woman by your side. Cupping her face in your hands, you leaned in to press a tender kiss to her lips, savoring the warmth and sweetness of the moment.

"I love you so much, Jessie," you whispered, your voice filled with emotion.

Jessie's cheeks flushed with emotion as she met your gaze. "I love you too, as big as the whole world, y/n." She wrapped her arms around you, pulling you close in a tight embrace.

And in that moment, as the last traces of the eclipse faded into the sky, you knew that your love for each other was as boundless as the universe itself. With Jessie by your side, you felt ready to face whatever challenges the future might hold, knowing that together, you could weather any storm.

As you both basked in the afterglow of the eclipse, the sky gradually regained its familiar hue, and the world resumed its normal rhythm. But the experience had left an indelible mark on your hearts, strengthening the bond between you in ways words could never fully capture.

#jessie fleming x reader #jessie fleming #woso #canwnt #portland thorns #chelsea women

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antonnieely · 20 days

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These are the pictures my friends sent me 🤓 Some of you might know, but there was a solar eclipse yesterday!! Wow, that's so cool. It's a shame that I can't see it with my own eyes. Even though I haven't seen it in person, I'm also thinking about what I'm doing and what kind of person I'm going to be by the day I'm going to see the next eclipse because of the eclipse lol. My friend must have felt a lot of emotion while watching it. So he sent me a huge article. It felt like a wonderful coincidence that the moon covered the sun. Then I remembered. Oh, that's a given. The moon was always swimming towards this moment. Stop. A few hundred years ago, people might have thought the world was coming to an end when they watched the eclipse, and said goodbye to their loved ones. But now we're having fun witnessing this. Knowing that the sun is only obscured, but it hasn't disappeared. As with pain, it only obscures life for a moment. I mean, other things don't go away We can see each other in 2035 in Korea. Let's see each other then!!! 🧡

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starheirxero · 1 month

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I've just watched Lunar's nightmare, and I don't even know, where to begin!

First of all, there is the "You're a disappointment" line from Castor. I really, really hope, this was just Lunar's imagination, because I will cry otherwise-

The dream itself though? Terrifying. There's something so unsettling about the warm atmosphere as Lunar is chased by their nightmares. It gives off a false sense of security. The lights are warm and comforting, the place is cozy. They went there for safety, and yet, they ended up found, and chased in a scene that could be out of a horror movie, only to end up dead.

Then there are the things they saw, the people they encountered. The very personification of their fears and insecurities.

Earth and Monty's scene in particular made my heart sink. They are so afraid, that Earth is still scared of them. To make matters worse, Monty seemed just as terrified, and this hits honestly horribly. They were the first to reach out, to treat them with kindness. They were always a protective barrier, and an emotional support. Hell, they were the one to witness their death, and brought them back! They were the one, who made Lunar doubt Eclipse, simply by treating them kinder than their own brother! Seeing them nervous and scared is…honestly? I'm not even sure how to describe it. The idea, that Lunar thinks Monty, strong, protective, fierce Monty could be afraid of them, when she really loves them so much is…painful, to say the least…

Then theres Gemini. Oh, dear, sweet Gemini… The way they mocked them, spoke out the words Lunar thought about themself… Pollux in particular made me nervous, she was pretty much chirping out her words, sounding delighted as she mocked him…its incredibly eerie.

And then there's Eclipse. Oh. My. God. Eclipse. Where does one even start with him? I think, this dream perfectly represents to us just how fucked up their relationship is.

Of course, he started out as the backup in Solar Flare's body, lurking outside the window. Just like last time. It's a direct callback to their trauma, same as when they avoided the room in which they was caught. It's the day of the hunt again, the day of Lunar's death.

What I find interesting though, is Eclise's role. Because Eclipse is the most prominent, of course he is, he is the cause of the trauma. But I find it interesting, that he talks in the same breath as Gemini. The two/three of them talk together, switching as they throw insults. It feels big. It makes sense as well, I don't think, Lunar cares as little about Eclipse as they'd like to admit. A deep rooted part of them, one they keep hidden away, seem to still care about what he has to say.

There's also the room in which they were caught. They go in, and immediately leave, only for Eclipse to chase them inside again. It feels as though it is saying, that Eclipse still has control, still has influence, though I could be wrong of course!

There's also the way he speaks to them, almost like talking to someone younger. Not a child, exactly, but someone who operates similarly. Given, that he designed them to be younger though, it makes sense. After all, how would Lunar be able to leave him, if they are young, and need to depend on their big brother still?

And then comes the first Eclipse, the original Eclipse. And man, this truly shows their old dynamic, the absolute terror it was, the way it made Lunar feel! Eclipse talks so casually, as though that's all they are, brothers. But then he locks the door, because Lunar could never escape from him, not from him. And then he starts yelling, making them feel bad for leaving, because of course, of course Lunar harbors guilt for it. After all, there were good moments there, moments that made them wonder, if they were really in the right. And of course Eclipse would guilt drip them, because that's what manipulators tend to do. One could also bring up Lunar's wish to understand Eclipse, their realization, that he's as fucked up as the rest of them. It may make them wonder, if they were in the wrong after all. Most tragically is, how they listen to him though, soaking in his words like the truth, and simply going with what he's saying, even answering him, thinking it's exactly what Eclipse wants to hear, just like they used to.

It's the haunting realization, that Lunar may never be free around Eclipse. If they are angry, they'll be controllable. But if they aren't, then they'll be afraid, and then they'll listen.

"I'm a monster" "A monster? Oh, you're worse than that. A failure." This line drives me insane, actually. There is just so much you can interpret into this single line.

On one hand, it could be "I may be a monster, but you are a failure, who can't do anything right."

But it could also be: "I am a monster. But you can't even be that much, you fail in doing even that." And this is what makes me insane. This is what drives me up the walls.

Just hear me out here: The meaning of what a "monster" is, can be incredibly subjective. However, there are two people that Lunar views as such.

Their first brothers, their original brothers. Bloodmoon is a literal monster in the sense of a bloodthirsty beast, craving only violence. Eclipse is a metaphorical monster. He is what Lunar fears most.

Lunar loved his brothers. He was so excited when he met Bloodmoon. He only ever wanted with Eclipse what Moon and Sun had. He wanted the three of them to be family.

But they are monsters, and he fails in being that. He could never be a part of them, no matter how much he'd wish for it, because he is not like them. He is a failure, for he can't even be a monster, feeling remorse and spiraling when he kills someone, even if it's someone, who hurt him deeply.

Last but not least is the conversation they held with themself. Interestingly enough, the other Lunar reminded me of the time, they were still stuck in Moon's head, and only had one official brother. Except they are bored, and are waiting for something to happen. How ironic, that this version of all mocks them, and tells them to grow up.

However, they managed to pull themself up, and that's all they can do for now. However, if dream Sun is to be believed? It's still just a mask again, they may be relapsing into old habits soon…

And then the Adhd took over, which is relatable-

HOLY SHIT, THIS IS SO DAMN LONG- I AM SO SORRY, MY MIND IS JUST IN OVERDRIVE RIGHT NOW, AND I WANTED TO SHARE MY THOUGHTS WITH YOU-

-Stardust

YEYSYSYEYYSYSYSYSHAHAHAHHHA!!!!!!!! YEEEEESSSSSSS YOU TORE THIS EPISODE APART DON'T APOLOGIZE I LOVE YOUR THOUGHTS!!!!!!!!!!!

I don't have many additional thoughts you are just so correct on ALL OF THIS. Episodes like this that give insight to a character's feelings and fears and thought processes are just EVERYTHING 2 ME. Especially with the fact that this dream had a theme of 1) being a failure and thus, a disappointment (Eclipse and Gemini) and 2) being a monster and thus, too scary to be around (Earth and Monty).

AND GHOD. ECLIPSE AS A WHOLE IN THE DREAM YEAH. I HONESTLY FELT MY HEART DROP WHEN HE SHOWED UP IN THE GLOWY SUN MODEL I FELT LIKE I JUST GOT BLASTED A MILLION YEARS INTO THE PAST. And yea omg the fact he locked the door scared me so bad. Especially with the fact that, like u said, he spoke so casually to Lunar as he came up the stairs. But literally behind closed doors it's an immediate barrage of insults!

AND GHOD. GHOOOOODDDDD BOTH THE WAYS TO INTERPRET ECLIPSE'S LINE TO LUNAR YEAH!!!!! "A MONSTER LIKE THE REST OF US" VS "TOO MUCH OF A FAILURE TO EVEN BE THAT." AUGH I'M GUNNA THINK ABOUT THAT FOREVER

AND WITH THEMSELVES,,, YEAH. YEAG. Seeing that version of Lunar come through the door IMMEDIATELY made me tear up I get so emotional for any variation of "same person talks to a version of themselves from a different point in time" and that HIT for me. Their words reminded me of when Lunar told Earth they don't like how they see themselves (before the Eclipse thing even happened), and I can only guess that old Lunar's words are an extension of that </3

AND THEN SUN AND THE DRAGON YEAHAGWJSGSKWGJCSM SUN'S WORDS WERE RLLY INTERESTING BUT THE DRAGON DISTRACTED ME SO BAD I DIDN'T EVEN PROCESS THEM THE FIRST TIME THROUGH. Sun voice stop lying to yourself stop masking so hard you don't even process your emotions stop feeling like you're exempt from the basic living experience of mistakes [dragon scampers by] what was that

#asks #anon #stardust anon #HSJAHSJSJD BUT ALSO LIKE CAN I BE HONEST #THAT EPISODE MADE MY HEART STOP A COUPLE TIMES TOO FOR REAL ABSJANDJ #not like a JUMPscare but I sharply inhaled!!!!!#the only time i actually jumped from a tsams episode was when sun bumped into lunara during the hide and seek game. fun fact HDJWBSJSJ #/ALSO./#realizing I didn't comment on the earth n monty part but YEA THAT FUCKED ME UP BAD #especially with the 'i didnt think you were still hanging around this guy'#thinking that ppl r isolating themselves from u bc ur too terrible to be around now is like AUGH. HEARTBREAK 1 MILLION #exactly like u said too the fact that those 2 actually care abt lunar so much makes it so much more ueueueue #lunar and earth show #the lunar and earth show #tlaes #sams lunar #laes lunar #sams eclipse #long post

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cosmic-kinglet · 4 months

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Alright, some plans are coming together!

I'm seeing quite a few people in the comments saying that Eclipse is too smart to just announce his plan right away, and that it has to be a misdirection. While that is possible, we have to remember that, while Eclipse is intelligent, he also has a MASSIVE ego. Especially now, with magic in his arsenal, I can easily see him thinking he's untouchable, and that it doesn't matter if they know what he's planning because they can't possibly stop him. Despite saying in the past that he had underestimated Moon once and wasn't going to make that mistake again, even shortly after that, he still did underestimate Sun and Moon. He has continuously underestimated them, so it would not surprise me at all if he really thought he could go through with his plans so easily that it didn't matter if Sun or Moon knew of those plans. Plus, he has ALWAYS enjoyed the game. He LIVES for his back and forth battle of wits with Moon, so there could also be some level of, 'Here's my move. How do you retaliate?' motivating him to reveal his plans immediately. So, again, it's possible that he isn't truly planning to go after Lunar as a Star power battery, but it's equally (though, I'd argue more) likely that this really is his plan.

Also, while I know I shouldn't be happy about another 'character doesn't stay dead' thing, I'm honestly thrilled about the possibility of Solar rebuilding Solar Flare, or even a similar animatronic. Listen, Solar Flare really won me over when it turned out that he had been actively hindering Eclipse, and we barely got any time seeing him after that.

Anyway, that's all my ramblings for now.

#the sun and moon show

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electrospherevaults · 2 months

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Sorry About The Inconvenience

[Find other stories from the 2024 Friday Writing Challenge here]

The sun went out one day. Woke up one morning and it was nowhere to be found. You would think that the winter solstice would have something to do with that, but it was eleven in the morning by the time you checked again, and there was still no sun climbing over the horizon. The streetlights down the road were out too and everyone was walking about in flashlights and phones. It could not have been a solar eclipse either; there had been no warning for one, and most importantly – they do not last this long.

Maybe it was better to just admit that the sun, simply, had disappeared.

But it is not fair to say it disappeared. Stars go out all the time; such is theorized in deep fields of academia whose job is to look at the stars all night long. “Must be nice for them now,” mom said, “they can work during the day too.” You nodded and got out in the street, because, truth be told, you did still have that telescope stashed away in the garage, under a bunch of cobwebs and cardboard boxes labelled with letters you did not remember writing. It was a gift from her, acquired for your seventh birthday. You liked to gaze the stars that night, and then you kept it as an heirloom of their kindness for the next thirty-forty odd years. And now that it was properly unwrapped from plastic sheets and set up again for the first time in decades, you got it set on the stars blinking overhead, all in an effort to find the star that blinked closest to us.

The neighborhood soon started to gather around. Maurice was there, of course; he always claimed to be an expert in matters of the moon and the sun – neither to be found at the present moment. He chased eclipses around the world, successfully attending several, and he was near certain this was not one of them.

You shrugged. You would hope so. You could not imagine a world without light. You recalled mom’s plant by the windowsill; she had it for eleven years now. She loved her little dude so much. It kept her company as she worked from home on the sunny days and the rainy days and even the stormy ones. Those were the worst as the internet would cut out and make her upset over her inability to understand that you could not, in fact, slap the router to make it work again. Because it did not work like the old boxy cable television. No, a kick worked better.

“And you think we will find it again?”

Old-man Jenkins and his wife, Martha, joined you the next day, who taught in the primary school up until twelve years ago and now tried to enjoy a mostly-retired life. He still carried with him a fascination for space that most old men his age harbored from when they had witnessed the moon landing as kids. It was charming to listen to him talk about the reverence he held and still hoped to pass onto others-

“Also you call this a bean dip? It barely has any BEANS!”

-even if his grumpy ways got worse with his old age. You sighed. The bean dip had no beans because it was not a bean dip. It had lentils. You still could not understand how the old man confused the two.

“I still do not understand why you don’t cook something simple for once,” Jenny, from accounting, added; an old friend, an older crush, and an even older thorn in your rear.

“Well, they are healthier,” you argued, tossing another pistachio shell over the rooftop. Only half the houses now had lights on, even if it was merely noon. The electrical company was reported to have been unable to cope with the sudden demand, and a blackout had been hastily and unexpectedly scheduled. Meanwhile, mom had bought a generator on a whim last summer after that horrid thunderstorm had smitten the neighborhood. This was now the only house with a lamp turned on. And, as an added bonus, it had a premium view to the stars above too.

The balcony was spacious enough to hold a black metallic table with a white marble top and some fancy black metallic chairs (a gift from Grandma Nia that your parents could not keep in their tiny apartment anymore). It had to be pushed back to the wall, and old-man Jenkins and his wife, Martha, sat patiently, waiting for their turn to look through the telescope. Jenny was the one using it now. She looked curiously, her eyes filled with wonder; it had been long since a genuine smile like that had been painted over her face. And one of frustration too; the big guy was nowhere to be found. She argued you had not set the telescope right. She left after she stole a platter of bean dip with her, which you still argued was made of lentils and should not be called one.

She would be back the day after tomorrow as it was now the weekend and the sun was still to be found. Old-man Jenkins and Maurice had been exchanging theories all night long – a considerably longer time than one would believe given how long this night had already lasted. Once the battery drained out, they would pop in a new one with their freshly brewed coffee and exchange more ideas on what happened to our sun. Maybe it was stolen actually, and aliens held it hostage. Maybe it blew up and this was the afterlife. Maybe it just dimmed.

“Why would it dim, dimwit?”

“Well,” Maurice argued back, sipping his espresso, not realizing the clock said it was supposedly two in the morning, “ever heard of a white dwarf?” Old-man Jenkins nodded. “Ever seen one up close?” Old-man Jenkins now shook his head. “Me neither! So we COULD be witnessing a white dwarf now!”

Old-man Jenkins delivered a slap to Maurice’s head. It landed with the same thud Maurice dropped his piece of wisdom – very loudly, and without a hint of intelligence behind his actions.

“And you’re telling me these two come and bicker every day at your place?” Jenny asked bemusedly.

“Yep.”

“Are you that starved for miscommunication?”

“Beats thinking about anything else, really.”

She sipped on her cup of tea and nodded. It had not taken too much fiddling to position the telescope right actually back on the first day, nor did it take too much guesswork to realize where it should have been pointing. A hazarded guess was that the sun would actually still be out there, but that it just happened to be completely dim.

Instead, there was nothing to be found, no matter the time of the day.

You sighed as you leaned over the edge, letting the nightly breeze wash over you once more. A lone telephone pole stood across the street, and a single light was open. People walked around with flashlights on; from phones, from torches attached to the belt or the hat. Some braver ones attached them to their front pockets of their shirts, but soon realized that they were too small and would fall on the ground. One such pocket torch fell with a particularly loud crack, like a mirror shattering. The expletives were plenty. Jenny chuckled as she slid next to you.

“At least,” she said, turning herself around and looking back up to the night sky, “it is pretty.” You turned to look with her. Thousands of millions of billions of stars overhead – all blinking in and out of existence.

You blinked back to earth. There was a man in an ill-fitting orange jumpsuit standing underneath the telephone pole. He carried a briefcase. He kicked his feet on the ground and he started walking forward, crossing the street and making his way to the other side.

To your house.

To your door.

The man in the orange jumpsuit arrived at the front door. You all watched him from the balcony, ringing the same bell that had a clear label stating it was out of service repeatedly.

“Think he wants you?” your mom asked.

“I mean,” you replied, “nobody else lives here. Would be weird if he rang the wrong person.”

“Should we go downstairs about it then?” Maurice asked.

Old-man Jenkins slapped him on the back of his head again. “What, you eager to be on the headlines first thing in the morning tomorrow? Local dumbass opens door to stranger, six dead, killer at large?”

You shrugged. “Beats staying in the dark about it.”

“EXCUSE ME!”

Everyone looked down. The man in the orange jumpsuit had a longer face than you would expect one man to have. “Will you let me in?” he asked again, gentler this time.

“Why?”

“I am a representative of the Sunlight Company!”

“The what?”

“He means the electrical,” mom explained.

You turned back again down. “I paid it yesterday!”

The man checked again. “No, it says you have not.”

“Are you sure you got the right building?”

He looked around, without a flashlight. He seemed to know what he was doing. “No!” Evidently, he was not. “Everything looks the same to me.”

“You’re not from around here, are you?”

“No.” He looked again back on his paper. “Are you Mister Jonathan Harry Klinger?”

“Th-the President? No, he’s at the capital!”

“Well… This is addressed to you still, sir.”

“Are you sure you’re not pulling our leg?”

“I… cannot? I am on the ground and you are upstairs.”

You took a step back. Everyone followed suit. You stared at each other, looking expectantly at one another for answers.

“I think we should give him a chance,” mom argued. You turned to look at her with a side-eye. “He looks like an honest young man, but just a little confused.”

“You do not look human,” mom said later as she opened the front door. You held a rolling pin, whilst Jenny held a pitching fork. Maurice had grabbed a frying pan. And old-man Jenkins had his revolver on hand; his wife, Martha, carried it for him in her purse.

The man in the orange jumpsuit grabbed his face in a moment of panic, fixing up a wrinkle in a hurry. Had you seen him, you would have believed he had left his zipper down. “I am sorry about that; company policy, but they do not invest in proper critter generators.”

“I understand,” you lied through your teeth, loosing the grip on your rolling pin. There was a hint of truth, however; you had done customer support in the past, you can relate to a man struggling with a confused customer that made contact with a piece of technology they had no interest in understanding.

“So,” the man in the orange jumpsuit began. “Your planet has been overdue in its payment, so we had to turn the lights off.”

“And how much is the damage?”

The man in the orange jumpsuit who desperately tried to keep his legs straight and together looked back into the piece of paper. He turned to look back to you. “Oh I assure you, there is no damage! The star has simply been stored in a temporary pocket dimension until the rent has been paid back in full, along with interest. Thusly,” he took a breath and a quick glance on the paper; old-man Jenkins, who had graded many students in the past, would have failed him. “You owe the Company 314’496 Units.”

“Oh, that does not sound good dear,” your mom said as you ruffled through your wallet. Instead, all you had was a couple dollars and a dollar store coupon.

“How much is that in human money?” you said as he took a fancy calculator out next.

“What is your currency called?” he asked you back.

“Dollars.”

The man in the orange jumpsuit sighed with a gravelly voice; if you had not been observing his mouth, you would easily think it was a lawn mower revving up to go at full speed for an early and refreshing five in the morning lawn mowing that was specifically aimed to get you up and running on a Sunday. “There are twenty-five types of dollars in your planet.”

“American,” Jenny added.

The man contorted his face into a smile now. It seemed genuine enough for you to return the gesture. He seemed pleased with himself for getting the expression right this time. He pressed a few more buttons, and a few more raggedy clanking sounds came out, and the calculator spat out a piece of paper; a receipt that the man in the orange jumpsuit handed to your hands.

“Your rent is 78 cents in American Dollars, sir.”

You stared back at the man in the orange jumpsuit. You reached into your pocked and picked up some spare change you still happened to have from the kebab shop you visited earlier. You handed them over to him without counting. He was surprised, astounded even, much like a child whose father shows him how multiplication works.

“We are terribly sorry about the inconvenience,” the man in the orange jumpsuit added, handing you back the leftover change. You insisted on him keeping these coins, for his hard and meticulous work. You hazard, at least, that such work is hard and meticulous, and possibly arduous. “Your star will be back tomorrow.” The man in the orange jumpsuit left. You all turned to look at each other in disbelief, and next thing you know he was truly gone. He could not have turned right nor left without being still visible. Maurice sat down by the nearby chair.

“Screw the sun,” he said, plucking out his pin from his jacket. “Aliens are real…”

He departed soon thereafter, after old-man Jenkins and his wife, Martha, had left first. Jenny was the last one left. “You think this man in the orange jumpsuit was honest?”

“Well,” you said, “he only cost me eighty cents or so.”

She chuckled. “See you tomorrow morning.”

You went back to sleep. It was four in the morning.

Three hours later, sunrays hit your eyes through the blinds – and you had to wake up for work.

#2024 Friday Stories #letsrevince #my writing #writing #short fiction #comedic fiction

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jardin-de-limaginaire · 1 year

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OKAY IVE NEVER REQUESTED BEFORE SO IM SCARED BUT I REALLY LIKE YOUR WORK AND IM JUST WONDWRING IF YOU COULD WRITE A RICKY X FEM! READER WHERE THEY ARE LIKE STARGAZING TOGETHER OR SOMETHING?

OK, I'M BACK FROM THE DEAD! Sorry for not posting in such a long time, but life has been going downhill for me lately, and I just feel so unmotivated, so I'm very sorry for making you wait such a long time! My mom has gotten an operation to get rid of a cyst out of her vocal cords, and she's mute for some time, which has made me go through a very deep depression, and exams have made me go through it even deeper.

But now I'm a little better thanks to friends and family. I'm still very sorry for making you guys wait such a long time for me to write oneshots, but I promise that I'll try writing more!

Anyways, here's your order of a scenario Ricky stargazing together with (Y/N) <3

We also reached over 100 followers, which I still cannot believe! Thank you, guys, so much, I love you all very much!

Anyways, sorry for rambling, so here's the oneshot <3

(Tw: None!)

Rewrite the stars (Ricky x Fem!Reader)

(𝓨/𝓝)'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥

My life was pretty boring until I met this boy named Ricky at school.

Ricky had always been fascinated by the stars. He would spend hours looking up at the night sky, marvelling at the beauty of the constellations and imagining what it would be like to explore the vast expanse of space.

Despite his love for stargazing, Ricky had always been a shy and introverted boy. He had developed a condition that made him unable to speak, and this had always made it difficult for him to make friends and connect with others.

But then, when we first met at choir practice, we immediately hit it off. I saw beyond his silence and understood the beauty and depth of his soul, and he understood mine too.

I'd never felt happier in my life until this boy came into it, and I'm thanking every star in the galaxy for making our meeting even become true.

Speaking about the galaxy, today is a very important and rare day for astronomical events. Today is the day when a solar eclipse occurs!

I and Ricky were very excited about this event, and so we made a plan to witness it: We were going to go to the top of Uranium's highest hill tonight and I might even confess my crush on him... That idea makes me blush.

As I stood on the hill, overlooking the vast expanse of the valley below, I couldn't help but feel my heart racing with excitement. The solar eclipse was about to begin, and I was standing here with the one person who had become so special to me over the past few months: Ricky Potts.

I glanced over at Ricky, and I could see the excitement in his eyes. Despite his inability to speak, he had a way of communicating with me that was so pure and genuine. I felt like I could understand everything he was thinking and feeling, without him ever saying a word.

As we stood there, gazing up at the sky, I noticed how the air around us had grown cooler, and a sense of calm descended over the hill. I felt like we were the only two people in the world, lost in our own private universe.

I looked through the eclipse glasses that Ricky had brought along, and I gasped as I saw the sun slowly being obscured by the moon. The bright disc of the sun was being replaced by a dark circle, and it was as if the world had been plunged into twilight.

Ricky pointed up at the sky, and I followed his gaze to see the corona of the sun blazing around the dark circle. Even though he couldn't speak, I could sense his excitement and wonder, and it made me feel so happy to be there with him.

As the eclipse continued, we stood side by side, lost in our own thoughts and feelings. I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for this moment, for being able to witness such a rare and beautiful event with someone who had become so important to me.

As the eclipse ended and the world slowly returned to its normal brightness, Ricky turned to me and smiled. I knew that even though he couldn't say the words, he was thanking me for sharing this experience with him.

"Hey Ricky...I have to admit something to you..." I said. Ricky looked confused. "I like you...And I mean like LIKE you! Wouldyoupleaseacceptmetobeyourgirlfriendprettyplease?" I said the last part faster than sonic the hedgehog could ever say, which made me blush even more.

Ricky started blushing and looking at the ground. Did I do something wrong? Before I could ask him, he signed for me to sit down next to him, and so I did.

At that moment, as I felt the whole universe revolving around us...we finally kissed.

At that moment, I felt like the luckiest person in the world, and I knew that no matter what the future held, this memory would stay with me forever.

𝑅𝑒𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑔 >> 𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒 (𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈)

#Randommoonchild #ride the cyclone #ride the cyclone x reader #x reader #rtc #reader insert #rtc x reader #rtc musical #ricky potts #ricky x reader #ricky rtc

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kleyamarki · 10 months

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snippet tag <3

ty for the tag @soloorganaas

i’ve been thinking about Barriss Offee lately so have a little thing

If the Force were a meadow, it would be sunny, peaceful, and filled with brilliant colors. For all of Barriss’s life before the Clone Wars, she saw the Force like this. Recently, she’d heard whispers of even the best of the Jedi’s visions being clouded or filled with smoke, something obscuring the Force that was once so clear to them. Barriss couldn’t say the same.

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The first time Barriss witnessed a total solar eclipse was as a youngling on a trip to Christophsis. Solar eclipses in a galaxy so vast weren’t exactly uncommon, but they were always the most brilliant on planets with only one sun and moon. During solar eclipses, funny things happen to light and colors and shadows — Barriss remembered this well.

Read the rest here on AO3 <3

tagging: @flowers-and-beskar @spaceprincessleia (ik i tag y’all every time but i love ur stuff so you did it to yourself >:) )

#barriss offee #the clone wars #star wars fanfiction #i had a Thought and got inspired #enjoy babes

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madcatdaderpydrawer-blog · 1 year

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Solar, Eclipse, and Lunar bullshit

Lunar, dramatically: They called me a fool. Eclipse, sick of Lunar's shit: They weren’t wrong.

Eclipse: Solar, you're testifying in an aggravated assault case tomorrow, and the D.A. is worried about how you'll present yourself on the stand. Solar: Why? I'm fine on the stand! *flashback to Testimony #1* Solar: Look, I'll make this real simple so even these dumdums can understand. Solar, to the jury: MAN DID CRIME. *flashback to Testimony #2* Solar: I'm sorry, could you make her stop doing that weird thing with her face? Defense Attorney, next to the crying defendant: ...Crying? *flashback to Testimony #3* Solar: And when this is over, I'm gonna find you and I'm gonna break those little fingers. Judge: Could the witness please stop threatening the stenographer?

(Okay but for real. You can’t tell me this wouldn’t happen)

Eclipse: Oh, hey, I didn’t see you come in! You should have come by and said hello! Solar: Oh! Yeah, I uh... Solar: Didn’t want to bother you. Solar: Or talk to or listen to or be around you.

Lunar, hungover: Please tell me I'm imagining that I claimed I was king of the ducks. Solar: I would, but then I would be lying to the King of All Ducks.

Lunar, sniffling: Calm down, I’m probably not sick. It might just be allergies. Solar: Okay, tell me this: are you like, really tired? Lunar: I have depression, what do you think?

Lunar: Are you drinking enough water? Solar: Sometimes my tears get in my mouth.

Lunar: Your lab is in the bathroom? Solar: Eclipse says this is the perfect place for my work. I’m just now realizing that remark may not have been entirely complimentary.

*Lunar and Solar are planning to break in somewhere* Lunar: We need to distract the guards. Solar: Right. Lunar: What are we gonna do? Solar: I'm gonna break their elbows while you poke their eyes. Lunar: Solar: Lunar: Deal.

Eclipse, to Lunar: You're not Mario. Lets get something fucking straight, you're Luigi at best.

Solar: Eclipse... Eclipse: I can tell by the tone of your voice that you are disappointed. Alas, I must further disappoint you by affirming how little I give a fuck.

Eclipse: Start talking! Lunar: Well, I- Eclipse: Shut up!

Lunar: Can I bother you for a second? Eclipse: You're always bothering me, but go ahead.

Lunar: Hey Solar, can I get some icecream? Solar: Only a spoonful! Lunar: *Proceeds to pull out a comically large spoon.*

#incorrect quotes #my ramblings

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elsanna-shenanigans · 2 years

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August Contest Submission #5: Tiny Little Crescent Moons

Words: ca. 3,000 Setting: mAU Lemon: no Content: none

Tiny Little Crescent Moons

“Long ago, in the celestial realm above, the sun and the moon had fallen in love. They circled and circled, growing nearer and farther. They danced and danced, but they never met. Finally, after so much dancing and so much circling, the moon crossed directly in front of the sun, forming a solar eclipse. For just a moment, the sun and the moon were together. They embraced and shared a brief, sweet kiss, before the moon was pulled along by forces outside of her control. As the crying lovers were pulled apart once more, they each shed a tear, which each formed a shining teardrop, beginning to soar toward the earth like shooting stars. Due to their positions in the cosmos, the moon’s teardrop approached the earth first, but the sun’s wasn’t far behind.

“Each teardrop caused a small disruption in the air, a little rippling wave of lunar and solar energy, looking for a place to find its home. They each found their respective resting place within the souls of a newborn child whose energy matched their own. Within these two children, the spiritual fragments of the sun and the moon will flourish and live a harmonious life, separate but near. And whenever the solar eclipse returns to the skies above, the cosmic droplets will find their way back together, like a magnetic pull. The sun and the moon will be reunited once more in their love.”

When Elsa’s mother finished the story, a quiet stillness settled around them on Elsa’s little bed. The small girl gazed up at her mother. She usually fell asleep by the time her bedtime stories finished, but when it was this one, she always fought to stay awake. It was just too good of an ending to miss.

“They be back togeller soon?” Elsa asked, fighting a yawn.

“Yes, sweetie,” her mother smiled and smoothed back her daughter’s white-blonde hair. “They’ll be back together soon.”

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There’s a solar eclipse coming up. It’s in a month and I’ll be traveling to see it — just a couple hours south. I wouldn’t miss it for the world, obviously; I’ve always been obsessed with eclipses. It’s certainly my mother’s fault, for that romantic bedtime story about the sun and the moon she used to tell me when I was a small child. And yet, I’ve only gotten to witness a total solar eclipse one time in my life. I remember feeling utterly appalled when I found out how rare they are where I live, compared to lunar eclipses and other cosmic events.

But the time I did get to see one — I will never forget.

I was eight and a half. My mom took me to a secluded little park with a good view of the sky. We were early, giving me time to play on the playground until the show would start.

There weren’t many other children there. Or, at least, I don’t remember there being any. Except for her. A girl, smaller than me with red hair and more freckles than I could count, who told me she was six. It was almost hard to understand that “six,” since she was missing three of her four front teeth. What a terrible coincidence for those missing teeth to line up with the year a child has to repeatedly say the word, “six.”

I wish I could remember for sure what her name was. I think it might’ve been Anna, but I can’t be sure that’s not just a memory I made up.

Whatever her name, the girl had more energy than I’d ever experienced. She ran around the playground, just a blur of golden orange as her hair caught the sun’s rays. Her laughter was infectious and when she settled down a little, the two of us sat underneath a section of the playground near a slide. A couple feet above us was a flat floor of that plastic-coated metal mesh with all the little holes, that was so popular for playground material.

It gave us shade from the sun while we giggled and made up entire worlds together.

After some time, everything around us started to dim. My heart rate picked up. This was what I’d been waiting for all my life. As the world got darker and darker I glanced up for a second before I remembered my mother’s instructions not to look at the sky during the eclipse. In that short glimpse, I saw the sun beginning to hide away, behind the moon.

I looked at my new friend, a huge smile forming on my face as my chest heaved with excitement. “It’s starting!” I said.

Things grew even darker as the other girl lifted her head to look up. My hand shot out to touch her arm. “Don’t!” I said. “You’re not supposed to look at it.”

Her brow furrowed. “Then what are we doing here?”

Even though that seemed like an extremely valid question regarding the visual event we were forbidden from watching without proper gear, I took her hands and looked at her with purpose. “We can’t look up, but don’t worry. That’s not where the magic will happen.”

As I spoke those words, the little holes in the playground ‘roof’ above us became like hundreds of little spotlights in the darkness. The little amount of light from the sun that was still reaching the earth was bursting through each small opening and landing wherever it could. Many of the tiny spotlights landed on us.

We both saw them at the same time and right before our eyes, each tiny pinprick of light morphed until a crisp crescent moon shape took its place, shimmering across our bodies in the quiet.

The little crescent moons glowed on her skin, dancing with her freckles. I could only gaze in delight at the way they swirled around her bright eyes, which glimmered in the darkness. I could tell she was looking at me with the same all-consuming wonder that I felt. Those moons — those little glowing, golden moons — were scattered all across us as we held hands and looked into each other’s eyes with that innocent awe of childhood. The moons connected us, like one of those elaborate connect-the-dots — the ones so big, with such tiny dots that you don’t even know what the picture will be before it’s completed. And it was like …if only we could’ve held each other’s hands a little longer, before the moon slivers withered away and disappeared, then maybe those invisible lines could’ve been drawn between the moons by some cosmic, silvery pen. Maybe we could’ve turned into the picture we were meant to be, together as one. Maybe then, we would’ve been connected, impossible to separate even when we were apart, invisible threads of star light pulling us together.

But all too soon, the moons were gone, and the lines were never drawn; our picture was meant to be a mystery. The sky was brightening and the moment was over.

Our mothers came and took us home, and we never met again.

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I like to drive at night. I prefer it, when I have the choice — there’s just something about the energy. I’m awake on the roads with all these other people and we’re all doing something when the world is supposed to be asleep.

If I get too sleepy, I’ll pull off and find some quiet back road, climb on the hood of my car and gaze at the night sky. It always pulls me out of my drowsiness, to feel so alive under the stars. I like to find the moon and stare for as long as I can without blinking, letting the bright spot in the darkness sear into my mind’s eye. Then, even when I do blink, she’s still there, a shifting neon mark on the back of my eyelids. I can feel the moon’s pull like a tangible line connects us and sometimes wonder if anyone else feels as close to her as I do.

I’m wondering that again tonight, as I perform this very ritual on my drive down to the city. The eclipse is tomorrow and I’ll take any excuse to do a little night-driving. But I’m not at my most well-rested self, so it isn’t long before I pull off at an exit for a rural town and find a quiet road to park.

The spot I choose to stop at looks to be at the edge of a small vegetable farm and feels friendly, even in the eerie rural darkness. The place feels… right, and I’m comfortable to spend a little time here in the quiet summer air.

So now I’m here, on the hood of my car, gazing up at our own little personal window to space. I reflect on the moon, reaching in my heart for that connection I can feel. I feel close to her. I always do, but I still long to feel closer.

Maybe tomorrow I’ll feel closer.

That’s the last thing I remember thinking as I drift to sleep under the stars.

I’m awakened to the sound of gravel crunching beneath slow-moving tires.

I blink myself awake to bright sunlight.

“Hey, there!” a clear voice calls out to me, tinted with a healthy touch of ‘I don’t know you.’

I sit up with a start, impulsively brushing my clothes off from their rumpled state. The voice came from a pickup truck rolling to a stop, about twenty feet behind my car.

The driver’s side door of the old truck opens up and I don’t know what I’m expecting to see, but it’s definitely not a cute girl around my age in mossy green overall shorts and a backwards baseball cap, with a smile friendlier than I probably deserve.

She waves and walks slowly towards me as I call out a feeble “Hi.” I slide off the hood and stand up, smiling as nicely as I can manage.

“It’s not everyday I see an attractive woman first thing in the morning, curled up on her car not ten paces from my last row of watermelon,” the young woman said, keeping the sun out of her eyes with a hand, since her cap was on backwards.

I glance at the crops I’m parked next to at the side of the road. Watermelons! I hadn’t been able to make out what they were in the dark last night. I turn my attention back to her to stammer out an apology.

“I’m so sorry, ma’am, I didn’t — I never meant to trespass,” I say, feeling my cheeks grow red.

“Hey it’s ok,” she says, in a comforting voice. “First of all, I’m no ma’am, I promise you that! And second of all, you’re not trespassing. Seriously, I’m just glad I didn’t come across some drunk fifty year old man looking to start shit. Why do you think I came over here in my truck?” She laughs. “Anyway, can I ask, why?”

I blink for a moment, taking in all her words. Man, it must be rough to live out here sometimes. “Yeah, uh,” I say, “I was driving late last night — I’m on my way to see the eclipse today — and I got tired, so I just wanted to find a quiet place to rest. I’m sorry to disturb—!”

“—Shit, is that today?” The young woman interrupts. “I heard it was coming up but forgot - damn, I’m just so busy. Shit.” She seems to be talking more to herself now than to me, fiddling with one of her red braids.

“Yeah, it’s only about an hour farther south, if you think you can make it,” I say, hoping she can.

“Man, I’d love to see it,” she says, “but I just don’t know. It’s hard to get away from this; running the farm is a lot of work and it’s just me now that mom — uh… god, why am I telling you this? Hey, listen. I started a pot of coffee right before I saw your car from the window. Follow me back to the house up the driveway? I’m sure you could at least use a bathroom stop before you get back on the road.”

This surprises me a bit. Normally it’s the kind of offer I’d immediately politely turn down, but… I can feel a very friendly vibe coming off this woman, so I don’t think she has any ulterior motive behind the offer.

Also, I have to pee so bad.

“That’s so kind of you,” I say. “You really don’t mind?”

“Not at all!” The woman swatted at the air and turned to walk to her truck. Over her shoulder she called, “Oh, I’m Anna, by the way!”

“Elsa!” I returned.

“Perfect!”

The truck door slams shut as I make my way to my own door. As I open it, visions of a little girl with red hair flash before my eyes, with dancing golden moons. Anna.

Could it be?

No, the coincidence would be wild. Just wild.

And yet it’s all I can think about as I follow the farm truck up the long, gravel driveway.

I walk out of Anna’s bathroom as she’s pouring two mugs of coffee.

“I have cream and sugar, but you should know the cream is from my raw goat milk. You can thank Daisy on your way out,” she winked.

“Aww, you have goats?”

“Just a few. Any more and they’d eat me out of house and home.”

I laugh. “I’d love some cream and sugar.”

I spoon the sugar into my mug and reach for the glass bottle as Anna hands me the cream. “Oh, the label’s so cute! This is your farm name and logo?” I say, tracing it with my thumb. Celestial Acres. The label is black with shiny gold lettering and dozens of tiny golden moon slivers surrounding a dazzling sun.

I stare at the little moons, unable to see past the clear connection I, and maybe we both, had to the little moons during the last eclipse. But I can’t figure out how to bring it up without seeming creepy as hell.

“Oh yeah,” Anna blushes. “I’ve always been a little obsessed with the whole sun and moon thing. Even before I knew I was gay.” We both laugh. “And I just have these little golden moons in my head all the time. Not super sure where the image came from; it’s like it’s always been there.”

Hmm. So she might not remember enough of it to remember me at all, if she doesn’t know where her moons came from. That should be a good thing, but I find my heart falling slightly.

“Well, I adore your logo. I’m obviously into the whole ‘sun and moon thing,’ too,” I smile.

We sit and chat until the coffee pot is empty.

“So, do you think you might make it? For the eclipse?” I ask.

She wrestled with something. “I don’t know… I really would love to see it. I’ve only ever seen one and I was almost too young to remember it. But this farm is so much work, I don’t know if I can get away today. And I’m not sure Samantha is up for the trip. She doesn’t like the interstate much.”

“Oh, Samantha?” I wonder. “Is your…”

“Yep, my truck. She’s good and faithful, but, like I said. I usually stick to short trips with her.”

“Right, right,” I say, nodding. “That makes total sense.” I wait a moment, then decide to go out on a limb. “Hey, um. So, you’ve been really nice to me, and you didn’t have to be. You’re allowed to say no, but would you like to come with me? To see the eclipse? I’m going anyway, and I’d love a travel companion. I’ll bring you right back here when it’s over, and if you’ll let me, I’d love to help you with whatever work needs done here when you’re back. An extra set of hands should help it go a bit faster, I would think?”

Anna looks flabbergasted. “I… That… that’s too kind of you. Elsa.”

“I insist.”

She lets out a laugh full of wonder. “This is incredible. I would love that! So, so much!”

“It’s a deal, then! I’m honestly excited at the idea of helping with your farm work. I don’t get to experience anything like that in my day to day.”

“What do you do again?” Anna asks.

“Oh, I’m a freelance writer. But it seems like my real talents lie at just burning through my savings account?”

Anna laughs. “I feel that. My mom left me this little farm and I love it, I do. But sometimes it’s just too much for me to keep up with. I’m only one person, you know? So… yeah. It would be really nice to get away for the afternoon. Thanks for this.”

“Don’t thank me,” I say with a smile. “I think the fates arranged this one.”

The rest of the trip goes very smoothly. Having Anna next to me in my car feels like finding a missing puzzle piece. She’s so full of light and exciting conversation as we pass rolling field after rolling field.

The eclipse isn’t for a couple more hours but I can almost feel the electric tension in the sky as the sun and moon prepare to meet. I imagine it feels for them a bit like the small amount of space between Anna and I in my car. The more I think about it, the more tingly I feel. I can’t help but wonder if she feels it, too, or if I’m just reading too much into a coincidence.

But something in my heart knows it’s her.

And we found our way back together just in time for the eclipse.

As I pull up at a small park, I smile when I see how empty it is.

Hopefully, when the sky starts to darken, I can whisk Anna away under the playground and recreate the moment that’s been on my mind for over fifteen years. Hopefully, she’ll remember the first time we shared a space like this and watched the tiny glowing moons dance all over each other’s face, trying to form that cosmic connect-the-dots.

This time, I’ll be sure to let our little crescent moons connect. I can’t wait to see what picture we might form together.

#elsanna #August 2022 contest #prompt: Cosmic #submission

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blackadamschefter · 18 days

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I don't know every now and again I just get in the mood to put my thoughts down big or small topics and this is one of them lol. I really wanna get shit down and off my chest, reflect on it then move on from it depending on whatever it is.

Earlier this week I was just so taken by such great news in my group and that one of my boys and first of the group is engaged! I was getting home from work & checking my IG..

[quick aside] I redownloaded the app just because out of nowhere and the grace of God that my computer finally let me back my phone up!? So, I got hella space back (finally!) and so I got tired of responding to messages or opening links to it via. safari or whatever and I like what I get from my reels as far as interests and whatnot so thats why I'm back on fr. I'm gonna try to post more fr.. lol not completely sure but we'll see.

Anyways, I so outta my mind to see that Femi had proposed! I don't know it was just one of those things and moments that filled my heart with so much pride and joy as if I was lol. I stopped everything and sent congratulatory messages & voice notes and it was a really wholesome and amazing moment to share with him then the convo in the group. I remember when he moved into the neighborhood, each of us grow up, go our own ways but staying in touch.. I'm just so proud of him & his future wife! Thinking about it gets me hype all over again and its nothing but love for my boy!

Solar Eclipse Day, about that... boy did that shit miss me lmaoo! Like absolutely no like thoughts. It was like another day because I didn't not care but I'd heard about it, but I had more important things I had that day. So when I got to work I was SUPER confused why it felt like I was looking at a filter then my sister reminded me that it was the Solar Eclipse doing its thing and I was happy for people who enjoyed it and took really pictures/videos of it all.. I appreciate y'all for that.

That day was also one of those days I think about in my maturation process (that remains constant). It was one of those back to the wall/do or die moments where if I don't say anything then it becomes an internal question of "am I who I act or say I am?" and in those moments throughout my life is where I find the most comfort. I'm nervous, afraid and don't wanna do it, but if I am who I say I am and want to be where I see myself then that moment right there is the moment to do it because there won't be a second chance to do it. So I did what I always do and meet people where they are, and going in.. I knew I wasn't going to change their mind but I needed them to understand why I stood opposite of them.

I'm alot of things to alot of people and I can't ever let them down by not trying or speaking on their behalf and so I went in.. shaky at first (just the nerves & resetting because what I was going to say was brought up and don't wanna repeat that message) and in these moments I have to get to my second wind... quickly to feel comfortable but it wasn't coming and I thought I was done then !boom! it was on. It was longer than I wanted because it wasn't some town hall where everyone speaks lol (just me & them) this was me getting my shit off and moving on and the moment I relented and allowed it... I was justified in my points. I challenged their personhood because my pov was to protect just that but if you won't accept that best believe you won't be becoming to me all sad and whatnot. Because I understand why they want to do that but for their own dignity and self respect they shouldn't but we'll see. At the end of it all I can hold my head up high because I was defending those who didn't have the same voice I do and they can continue to trust that I'll always do right by them no matter what and to me thats what is most important to me. I put my body on the line and sacrifice so that they can come to me and know that someone cares and willing to do whatever it takes for them to be free.

I knew what I wanted to say it but it was rough early with my notebook with points I wanted to hit with a text of notes to ref if I needed lmaoo

A day after I'm asking myself if what I do and is doing the right thing even worth it (no relation to eclipse day but overall)... because there are ways to do things and for a person to let their ego dominate them like that it makes me question who they are.. no matter how close you are to me.

This is my final point I think and its a very important thing I wanna say but careful in how I word it because its one of my biggest irks at the moment. I always try my best to understand people and in moments meet them where they are because that's how you reach people and get to the bottom of things no matter the situation. People kekeke and think I'm playing but I'm elite at that and I know who is and who isn't good at it. So when there's something wrong with me I know that I like to just do a personal reassessment like nothing big but I replay the situation or the day and ask myself questions for and against myself. So when it comes up its not a shock to my system, but when you tell me that you one of them ones and the moment presents itself and you have no clue then what does that tell me? And so with that I think its time for me to sort of move on from that issue with the understanding that it won't come up how I thought it would. Not that theres a specific way to do it but that it'd be brought up in a serious manner (at any point) but it hasn't and that sucks but what can I do? beg lmao. So its not some type of tantrum its just disappointment because I move on quickly but and makes me reset and recalibrate how I am when it comes my feelings and what people I expect what from.

All in all I think this was a productive week and after I turn somethings in then hopefully get some even greater news. That lets me be more social with my boys, more dates and all that. This week we won some and lost some, finished and started some books, watched some movies and ate some good food with good music playing. Gonna have a great Friday and let the cards fall where they may. At least I'm here to tell that tale and so we move.✌🏾.

#personal

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manmetaphysical · 22 days

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Eclipse Notes, April 8th, 2024 This is an update on the previous post on the eclipse.

Personally, I don’t go with all the Biblical prophecies going around about Salem and Ninevah. A lot of these videos may be well intentioned, but just add to the fearporn and as always, best to study it to see. I do not wish to exacerbate that, but that hysteria has been whipped up is not surprising as it is human to seek meaning with dramatic celestial events and full solar eclipses confound and alarm people.

Eclipses also bering awe and wonder so I’d concentrate on that feeling. But the stories can obscure the truth which takes longer study, and a concentrated effort to peel back the layers to unearth its deeper meaning. Remember as Alan Watts said of Zen Buddhist philosophy: the finger pointing to the Moon is not the Moon.

Eclipses are natural astronomical phenomena that happen 4-6 times a year. Perhaps people just have not paid attention to them before? Simply put; the Moon will align in front of the sun blocking its light to the earth for a few minutes. It is a physically observable phenomenon for those in the eclipse path which happens to be the USA. This is great if you are able to see it, and even if there are clouds, you can still feel it. But many parts of the world will not see it, and time differences can be major e.g. I am in Bali at the moment so it will be April 9th before the eclipse is visible in the US as Bali is 14 hours ahead, so why should there be any concern?

The symbolism of a full solar eclipse is another thing, but to pile on meanings that do not belong to it does not help people remain steady and calm. Not all coincidences or names are significant, only some and there is a need to be discerning. There is no need for alarm. We have three more eclipses coming this year and three more total solar eclipses before 2030. April 8th is an opportunity to witness the sun being blacked out by the moon as it aligns with the earth and that must be truly awesome.

But it is true that the higher the visiblity of the eclipse path across countries and cities, the greater the effect. So the USA is under the path and should see some radical changes there not least because it is going through its Pluto return now.

It could affect us all but as the Sun symbolically represents especially those highly visible characters particularly the male leaders. Though people may think otherwise, some of them have been in power far too long, have involvement with corruption, or have not earned their position by a mandate from the people and who also have histories of abuse. The last time Pluto was in Aquarius we had the French Revolution and even Nostradamus predicted loss of heads.

Benjanin Netanyahu (Libra) Currently he has a North Node return at 15° of Aries, opposite his Neptune conjunct South Node. The Eclipse will still be close to that point in his chart. Masses of people in Tel Aviv are calling for his resignation and it is claimed he has been hurried into hospital awaiting a hernia operation.

King Charles (Scorpio) He was coronated on May 6th 2023 when there was a Lunar eclipse the day before, perhaps using that eclipse energy to boost his status? The April 8th eclipse trines his Mars at 20° of Sagittarius and opposes his Venus/Neptune at 14-16° of Libra by a few degrees but that also conjuncts the South node at 15° Libra, opposing the North Node.

Joe Biden ( Scorpio) The eclipse itself for Biden does not have major connections. But it is square to his Jupiter at 25° of Cancer. His Moon in early Taurus is also square to Pluto at the beginning of Aquarius. His Saturn in Gemini is loosely square to the Saturn/Mars conjunction in Pisces.

Emmanuel Macron (Sagittarius) The eclipse is opposite Macron’s natal Pluto in Libra and will soon have a reverse Node conjunction when the Nodes get to 11° of Aries end of June early July 2024.He is currently not very popular among the French and just ask Senegalese what they think of him.

Rishi Sunak (Taurus) The eclipse is a few degress from his natal Moon at 23° of Aries with transiting Mercury being at 24° But his chances as an unelected billionaire prime minister in the coming general election this year are slim.

Klaus Schwab (Aries) Schwab being an Aries has a stellium of planets (Sun/Saturn/Venus/Mercury) in Aries so the current stellium (Sun/Moon/Mercury/Chiron/Venus and the North Node) in Aries is concentrated there, hitting every natal planet and giving him a bumpy ride even though he is out of the news at the moment.

Vladimir Putin ( Libra) With Russian leader, the North Node opposes his Sun in Libra conjunct the South Node and the eclipse lands at the midpoint opposition to his Saturn and Neptune in Libra. He is already in his 5th term as president of Russia despire having so many enemies.

Donald Trump (Gemini) The eclipse actually trines his Moon at 21° Sagittarius aand sextiles his Sun/North Node at 22° of Gemini so that does not look so bad for him. Being resilient comes naturally to Geminis but the ecilpse does oppose his Jupiter at 17 of Libra and the fact that Chiron is right there too is significant as his own Chiron is at 14° of Libra opposes conjuncts the South Node and opposes the North Node at 15° of Aries. Chiron could bring vulnerability or healing either way.

Justin Trudeau (Capricorn)

This eclipse is visible in the city where Trudeau was born, Ottowa, and that could signal a stronger effect. It lands on his natal Moon at 17° of Aries and on the North Node at 15 °. This is opposite Uranus at 17° of Libra. He has Chiron in Aries at 9° so has already been through his Chiron return. Whatever you think of him, many inside his own government are actively trying to have him removed and the majority of Canadians cannot forgive him for what he did to the truckers. Neptune will eventually cross his Mars at that ‘endpoint’ degree of 29° of Pisces which should be very interesting as Saturn will also reach that point around his birthday 25th December 2025.

These are all significant placements but you could argue in some cases, not major,so no big deal, but eclipses are tricky and events could go either way – it can also suddenly bring people into power who were unknowns. So we can watch out for that too. Politics- or Poli-tricks as it should be called, is well known for concealing vital information or being ‘economical with the truth’ and using Spin doctors to make what is bad look good and vice versa. Watch the film ‘Wag the Dog’ (1997) to see exactly how that is done.

Perhaps nothing will happen immediately to any of them or it will be some other leaders that disappear out of sight. They may all still appear to be in position, but what may be happening behind the scenes is another thing altogether, and we are not being told and events later in the year will bring about a shift in their status.

In the immortal words of Johnny Rotten at the very last Sex Pistols gig in the US- he said sneeringly ‘Ever feel like you’ve been cheated?’

#solar eclipse #Leaders #eclipse-path #USA #astrology

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yahwehscholar · 3 months

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Yahweh (יהוה) is the One True God of Abraham, Moses and Jesus and He deserves all the honor, praise, and glory. Thank you for all of your blessings, and the knowledge of your will through the prophets. I know the time has been accomplished, and you will fulfill your promises soon. Help me to reach as many hearts as possible, and to present this information worthy of your blessing.

I grew up a Jehovah’s Witness, but I haven’t been for a long time. The religion has a teaching about a period of “seven times” that ended in 1914. It’s actually quite central to the religion’s theology. They calculate the “seven times,” which comes from Daniel chapter 4, as 2,520 years.

However, I read all the way through Daniel in one sitting. At the very end of the book, when an angel is talking to Daniel in front of two other angels, he tells him two exact periods of time, 1,290 days and 1,335 days. The theology counts each day as a year in the greater fulfillment of this prophecy. So, this must be the length of the seven times (Daniel 4) or one week (Daniel 9:27). 1,290 + 1,335 = 2,625 years, or 105 years later than 1914. If we use the same start date of 607BCE, add 1,290 years, we come to 684CE. This was about the time Islam took over the Middle East and construction of the Dome of the Rock began construction on the site of the temple Solomon built that Nebuchadnezzar burnt to the ground. I think that is important. 684CE + 1,335 = 2019CE.

Yes, 2019. It’s more comfortable for me to write about this since that date has passed. I’ve been carrying this heavy weight of the knowledge of this prophecy since 2014. Now, it’s 2024. Nothing earth shattering has happened, Christ has not returned, the dead people haven’t been resurrected. I have not lost faith in Yahweh even though the time is passed. I believe this time is actually a judgement sentence for being responsible for Cain’s death (Genesis 4:15). The time has been completed, and Yahweh is choosing the perfect moment in time to act. He will do what he wants when he wants. I don’t know.

One interesting thing is the solar eclipses. It was August 21, 2017 when I saw one. There was just another one a few months ago, and there will be another one on April 8, 2024. This is between Easter and Passover this year. But I counted 1,290 days + 1,335 days since the first one, and I came to October 27, 2024. That’s about the time of Yom Kippur, another important Hebrew holiday.

It is very interesting that these two holidays, Easter and Passover, are weeks apart this year. Don’t celebrate Easter, it’s the name of a pagan goddess. Celebrate Passover, and the memory of Christ’s death.

The “Trinity” teaching is blasphemy. The three are separate, and only Yahweh the Father is God. Jesus is not God, he is God’s son. The holy spirit is not a person at all, but most likely marijuana. It’s the incense that is offered up with prayer.

The name Yahweh (יהוה) has been replaced in most translations of the Christian bible as “the LORD.” This is a title, not his personal name. I always replace “the LORD” with the name Yahweh when I read those bibles. His personal name is so important. It makes it clear that there is a distinction between Yahweh and Jesus. The name Jesus means ‘Yahweh is salvation.’ Yahweh had to come first. It makes no sense to believe Jesus is God.

It was pointed out to me that the book Hebrews was written by Jesus. When I read the scriptures, he plainly states that he is the author. (Hebrews 1:1,2; 12:2) That is very interesting.

Thank you for your time. Be kind, make good choices so good things can happen, remember to pray. Don’t celebrate Easter!

#yahweh #יהוה #bible #prophecy #bible study #Jesus #Easter #Passover

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minim · 10 months

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This is my grandfather on my mother’s side. I have focused these stories of my family on my maternal side because I had almost no paternal side. We called this grandfather “Daddy Lee,” because his name was Leland, a name given to many of my cousins, male and female (shortened to “Lee” for the girls). While thinking about him over the past few days, I wondered if I had any memory of him talking to me, and today I remembered one. One day, La (my grandmother) had Daddy Lee take me to the basement to show me how to make root beer, and he must have said something to me while we worked on that project. My favorite part was capping the bottles.

If you look at my grandfather, you may be able to tell he was a tall man, that he was required to wear a suit to work (he was an executive at Standard Oil, which reduced its name to Esso, then expanded it to Exxon years ago), and that his tie has some life to it. He may have been stuffy, but not completely. In the time I knew him, his life was about bowling, his only passion. Somewhere, I have his bowling pins, one of which is not pinned to the lapel of his suit in this photograph.

It is possible I do not recall him speaking to me because he was senile by the time I was ten and living in DC. He wandered off one day while visiting us, but eventually someone (I believe the police) found him and returned him to us. This was near the time the 17-year locusts emerged from the ground making it impossible to walk a sidewalk without killing scores of them—also near the time of a solar eclipse during which we could not look at the sun, so we peeked at its image through pinholes we made and held images of the eclipse against walls. This was also near the time I ran away from home, something I did my entire childhood—because living with my family was always too painful. This time, I left at night and kept walking the streets of the Northwest section of DC. Only one person asked me (a ten-year-old) why I was walking alone in the dark. I cannot recall how I responded, but I kept walking, and I was found only when I somehow made my own way home.

This story reminds me of my initial story, the story I (the great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandson of Tristram Shandy) have been trying to tell but cannot quite begin. It is the story of the most memorable string of words my grandfather had ever spoken in my presence.

My grandmother, who was 75 years old at the time, packed Daddy Lee in the front passenger seat of her car and me and one of my many siblings in the back seat. She backed out of the driveway and then up the steep hill of her street, she drove to the bottom of the hill to the end of the block, she made the next right turn, turned right again at the next street, and drove up that hill to a friend’s house. (Obviously, she thought the steep hills would be too much for her to walk.) She parked the car, left the rest of us there, and went inside the house to give something to a friend.

Soon after she disappeared into the house, Daddy Lee began to scream. Some of the sounds he made seemed to be words, and I concluded he was recalling a vicious beating as a child. He was begging for help, imploring people not in evidence to help him, to eliminate his pain, to console him. This man who barely spoke or even showed emotion was reliving in Technicolor a physically painful moment in his life. This event was brief but loud, and I barely moved while it occurred. Staying still and silent is a survival technique.

Soon, Daddy Lee returned to silence and La exited her friend’s home, entered the car, drove up the hill, made a right turn at the top of the hill, turned right again and drove down (very literally down) the street, and parked the car in her driveway. I did not tell her what had happened when she was away.

A few days later, my grandfather had a heart attack at the dinner table and died instantly. His wife and daughters witnessed his event. My father, my uncle, and most or all my siblings and cousins were walking in the neighborhood and wondered what the sirens were trying to tell us.

#essays

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