#cranes and rails

[snototter]

A pair of red crowned cranes (Grus japonensis) perform a courtship dance in Hokkaido, Japan

by ted smith

[scottpartridge]

The Sora is day 22 of #migratorymay2024 hosted by @migratorymay and @environmentamericas 

[leeyiah-is-trying]

“Isn't this what you wanted?

Time sure fells like it's running out

Just finish what you started

Queen of Nothing

Wearing such a heavy crown...”

Queen of Nothing, The Crane Wives

[stimmingandstruggling]

i’m seeing the crane wives tomorrow so here is an incomplete list of tcw songs that make me go “holy shit renheng”

i ain’t done: i mean fucking duh. it’s a spooky story about haunting your ex and getting revenge.

tongues and teeth: stabbing is romantic trust me. and blades sureness that all he can do anymore is destroy

unraveling: tell me this isn’t blade. but all of the men are dan feng. aaaaaaa his unraveling mental state and feeling of betrayal……

little soldiers: i swear that i loved you!!! i swear that you loved me!!!!!!! it was a march we made towards ruin and despair but we held hands all the while, now the aftermath will ring with songs you’ve sung, YOU WERE ALREADY GONE.

the moon will sing: moon imagery. i misheard one line as “i shine only with the LIFE you gave me” and i have never recovered. if dan feng is the one that made blade immortal rhrhrhrh this one HURTS

curses: everyone cheer and clap for themes of running from consequences, being doomed, and slowly falling apart!!!

not the ghost: i don’t really have an explanation for this one. ummm being haunted

say it: IF YOU COULD WOULD YOU ERASE ME. ERADICATE ME FROM YOUR MIND. IF WE WERE TO MEET AS STRANGERS AGAIN. WOULD YOU REFUSE TO MEET MY EYE.

BONUS ROUND: blade and dan heng individual songs

the wolf: this is blades song guys PLEASE first off he is dog coded. second ohohoho the creator only being able to destroy

time will change you: ahahaha this is BOTH of them oh the tragic inevitability of change, dan heng wanting so desperately to move of and blade being trapped in the past

scars: sorry for being a goddamn genius and loving the tragedy of how blade truly believes things will never get better for him. we were fucked from the start…..

ancient history: i love dan hengs sole coping mechanism of SPRINTING from his past. ancient history bleeding out of me, i try to let it fade away

never love an anchor: the guilt of leaving behind his home, meeting bailu and realizing she’s had to figure this out all herself.

caleb trask: happy dan heng song! him joining the express, finding an identity for himself outside of dan feng :)

[stellaronhuntercherie]

They are in my brain I fear (also I really wanted to draw sunday's wings,,,)

Bonus sketch of a similar pose

Something about Cherie sitting under Sunday gets to me,, Cherie plays up being dangerous, because she really is, she's a Stellaron Hunter who could probably like snap Sunday over her knee if she wanted to, but the idea that Cherie is so enamoured by Sunday and yearning to have the good that's inside him to a point where it essentially makes her docile...... + The religious aspect of both her and Sunday coming from a religious background, and the main religion on Vita-Solaris being one that worships the sun, and Sunday......

[daily-yanqing]

(day 67) where is he

[richwall101]

On Track...

A Jogger runs the rails on Bristol's historic harbourside (photo by Bristol Streets)

[master-of-the-railway]

Sandy is fated to be Picked Up it seems. Like I'm realizing how many cranes are in her family/friendship circle. Cranky is her dad, Carly is her sister, in my own little world she's Victor's apprentice so she hangs around Kevin at times, she's probably chatted up with Beresford now and again, and she's maybe KINDA acquaintances with Tess. And when she was a baby she was the perfect size and weight for a strong enough adult human to lift her up.

[danhengposting]

soon I'll make my arrival

under shady trees, a quiet street

the roads that I have traveled

ultimately

it's a beautiful thing

like flowers blooming in a lonely field

- ultimately // khai dreams

[whencatsinvade]

if anyone at the toronto crane wives concert saw someone trip over the railing of the accessibility platform during empty page, please remember me for my cool jacket instead

[artheresy]

So I was listening to the Crane Wives as I always do, and remember when I said Back to the Ground is a Servalia song?

Well I found a song that makes me think of Liubai in their discography and I need to share it because I can and will never shut up!

Anyways, Liubai October by the Crane Wives

Like guys LISTEN, think of this as from Jingliu's pov about Baiheng

[stimmingandstruggling]

say it the renheng song of ever. if you could would you erase me. if we were to meet as strangers again would you refuse to meet my eye.

[lisaliu9]

Haipii European style suspension crane

[facetedsin-wav]

── . ✧ KAHEL NA LANGIT ( sunday / harvey ) i wrote this last night. edited a title (a song by maki) and this very description, because it feels off without one... its incomplete but i dont plan to expand on it further. i don't really know how to continue or end it anyway... in which harvey talks a little too much, and sunday is to answer a simple (?) question.

"do you think that i 'd be able to do it, moonlight?"

sunday blinks at the question, said so softly that it sounded almost pitiful. the lamp was adjusted for the sake of being able to see, and to avoid disturbing his partner's supposed slumber. the halo behind his head is dim, quaint in its golden glow, shifting when the halovian turns his head ever-so slightly.

"... do what? i thought you were asleep already."

harvey's curled up next to him, legs tangled with his own, arm draped over his stomach—curled around the waist to either pull him in closer, or vice versa. his nose is nestled into his side, and the question felt like a slight buzz with warmth in tandem.

when he doesn't answer, the silver-haired man hums. he slots a bookmark in between the pages of the book, discarding the thing onto the nightstand; his hand finds the messy black locks, gingerly pushing them back to see his face. "harvey," he speaks gently, eyes that shone like golden sunrise meeting ones that thrived like yarrow flowers. "do what?"

a half-lidded gaze avoids an awake one, the ravenette turns his head, hiding his face in the fabric of his partner's nightwear. "... nothin'," he lies—it's blatant and in your face, unlike every other lie he'd ever spun, before it dies into a quiet admission. "i didn't... think that you'd hear it."

an owlish blink. "well, i heard," sunday says in a murmur, fingers carding through the dark strands.

harvey huffs, his hold tightening a little as his eyes trail off to the side. "wish you hadn't heard" a stupid thing to say.

silence drapes over the two like a veil. it isn't suffocating in any way, not awkward or something, but simply there as the two soak in each other's presences. questions swirl in the halovian's head like the careful tilting of a wine glass; thoughts run rampant in the musvitan's own, like an untamed beast.

when he manages to think carefully (and it's an occurrence saved for the rare moments where he could take it slow), that veil is pulled off. not with force, but the simple snap of a wrist. "i told you in that... blindingly white hospital room, that... i'd confess to you properly, the moment i can take you on a real date," he whispers, as if any louder would ruin a moment so delicate. "make up for... that shittier one."

sunday pauses in his ministrations for a moment, carefully considering his next words. "... do remind me, love." he says, knowing damn well what he meant; harvey groans immediately, aware of this himself. "i swear to the fucking stars, you hate me sometimes."

"what a bold accusation."

"if you loved me, you wouldn't—"

"it just slipped my mind, harvey."

"not this shit again," he mumbles under his breath, voice raising by a decibel with his next words. "you have better memory than i do."

"do i, now...?" he asks himself quietly, tilting his head as he curls a strand of hair around his slender finger. his wing twitches, a silent titter. "i've been preoccupied as of late, you know."

the shorter lifts his head, brows pinched as he props himself up with his elbow. "bullshit," hisses the ravenette as his lips curve into an indignant pout. "you clearly remember. you remember me saying that i just like you, calling you a featherbrain, and kissing you before going into something that could've killed me." he pauses. "... fuck you. i keep falling for that."

a smile meets that frown. usually, it was the other way around, but harvey was rather easy to fool in the night's later hours. possibly the biggest liar in the cosmos, tricked by his lovely songbird and the mischievous song.

he rolls his eyes, scooting upward and unfolding his arm, in favor of resting his cheek against sunday's shoulder. "i'm serious though."

"don't fret, i know you are," he reassures him, hand untangling itself out of his hair, arm wrapping around shoulders. "but you're asking me a question that's... honestly a little silly."

a wry snort follows his words, and harvey's hand finds itself loosely holding the other's hip. "so my almost-death was silly?" the ravenette man inquires, but required no answer, fingertips sneakily snaking underneath the hem of clothing, just to feel the warmth of skin. sunday is used to it as he sighs, wings fluttering ever-so slightly. "you know what i mean," he says, to which he stifles a laugh. "but i'm just so silly, aren't i?"

a flick to the forehead is followed by an offended gasp.

"honestly, sunday, fuck you!"

"fuck you, too." a pause follows. harvey stares.

"... hey, you should cuss more. that was ho—"

sunday presses his free hand onto harvey's mouth, wings moving to cover his subtly flushed face to some degree. "as i was about to say," he says in emphasis on his interruption, biting back a laugh. "whether or not you... decide to confess again, i wouldn't mind either. i'll still say yes, no matter how... silly it might be."

unable to really speak, the other's expression simply softens, and he hums in wordless response. taking this as a sign, sunday slowly peels his palm off, but continues where he left off. "you did it because you thought you'd die afterwards. that would have been the cruelest thing you could have done, had you not survived." before anything could be asked, he already answers. "no, i wouldn't forgive you."

after faintly muttering a chewed up 'fair enough' under his breath, harvey's fingers trace idle shapes into fair skin, feeling some goosebumps raise. "as cruel as it'd've been, i didn't want to go out with regrets," he says, closing his eyes. "i wanted the last word. i wanted you to hear it from me. wanted... wanted to do it at least once."

"... now you're addicted," he comments idly.

he scoffs. "not my fault that you make it so easy."

"you love it that much, don't you?" the silver-haired halovian muses aloud, shifting around so his hands held the other's face in his palms. the pads of his thumbs gently press and prod at the soft skin, a careful caress as if he were handling something precious. "kissing me."

another hum follows as an answer, neither denial or confirmation, leaning into the right palm. "'cause you're stupidly kissable, and..." his eyelids droop as his hesitance bleeds into words and face. contemplation if not consideration, before he gives in after a few extra seconds. "... i don't know when it'll be the last."

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