#2017 eclipse

[aaronkraten]

2017 Eclipse

[lenniereadsalot]

Pictures of me on the day of the 2017 eclipse versus today under the cut!

[johnychen]

Total Solar Eclipse 2017 Parthenon Nashville Tennessee Centennial Park

[ihavenoideahowtodream]

Found my eclipse shirt.

@official-boob-posts

[junkfoodcinemas]

Superstition has given many explanations for eclipses. Primitive cultures believed that the sky reflected what happened on earth. So they believed that during eclipses darkness reigned over light. In many cultures, they thought that eclipses were a good time for sacrifices. Even human sacrifices. In fact, they'll explain it better in History class, but the Maya believed that human blood was… Well, we're out of time.

Verónica (2017) Dir. Paco Plaza.

[beacon-lamp]

happy eclipse day! some iphone photos from the roof of a parking garage:

[without-ado]

2017 solar eclipse shot from a plane at 39,000ft l Jon Carmichael

[ickaimp]

Experiencing an eclipse

Shadows grow weird

The hair on the back of your neck starts to prickle

Minutes before the totality hits the birds go silent and the bugs SCREAM

The danger sense in the back of your brain says something is w-r-o-n-g

Logically, you know the darkness is coming, you can track the moon’s path over the sun by the shadows on the ground and through your glasses

Totality still hits like a physical blow. The sky goes dark.

People scream, people cry.

The Sun is gone

It’s a devastating black void in the sky where warmth has always been. Horror and jubilation follow, people trying to grab photos and each other

Just as equilibrium settles, the moon shifts and the first piercing ray of sunlight is blinding.

The sun, the light returns, the sky becomes blue again.

People scatter, intent on returning home as quickly as they can.

Birds start singing again.

The shadows return to normal.

The eclipse is over.

[sagehaubitze]

Just under four minutes of quiet, dark stillness. The nearby crows were (once again, as they were in 2017) very much not a fan as totality approached.

[milligramspoison]

If you are viewing the eclipse tomorrow, please follow these steps to ensure your safety!! Have fun, enjoy the eclipse, and stay safe!

EDIT -> a reblogged version of this has more options. Sorry about not having more in the og poll!!

[cahootings]

Solar corona, seven years apart: 2017 and 2024

[thechaseofspades]

Not to totally dox myself but for the second time in seven years I will be able to step outside my house and see a total solar eclipse.

I swear to god if Magica DeSpell escapes the dime and steals my shadow again I'm gonna be pissed.

[joehills]

For more eclipse videos, here's one I made before my NASA briefing about the 2017 Eclipse. This is exactly what you wanna record while walking from the subway to the NASA briefing.

[corrie-zodori]

Son of a bad omen "You're not the monster they said you were."

[fanfoolishness]

Hello lovely! Adoring your blog!

Can I request something for your drabble post?

Was thinking (in keeping with current events lol)

Crosshair and Omega and 'Eclipse, Goggles'.

Maybe some fluffy angst about trauma bonding by watching an eclipse through Tech's spare goggles? 😭😅

Thank you! X

thank you so much for the prompt! This ended up being quite a bit longer than a drabble - nearly 1K. Enjoy!

under sun and shade

Omega and Crosshair share memories of Tech on a sunny day.

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He finds her under the shade of a vast spreading tree, sunlight streaming through gaps in the leaves and catching in her golden hair.  Batcher frisks beside him, then lets out a happy bark, charging to Omega’s side and rolling on the ground beside her.  Omega pats her absently, then squints up at him.

”Hi, Crosshair.”

”You weren’t at lunch.  I told Hunter I’d check on you.”

She gives him a wan smile.  “You both worry too much.”

He raises his eyebrows.  This from the kid who’d been kidnapped by bounty hunters and the Empire, who still had the Empire after her.  “I’m not sure we worry enough.”

She chuckles a little, but it’s nothing like the laugh he’s gotten used to.  Crosshair frowns, leaning against the trunk of the tree.  His shadow blocks the dappled sunlight playing over her hair and face.  A guilty look crosses her face, and then he realizes what she’s holding.

Tech’s broken goggles.

He goes cold, despite the sunny day.

“I just…” She hangs her head.  “I miss him, Crosshair.  I thought maybe I’d go and think about him for a while.”

Crosshair swallows.  He’s not sure what to do here.  She left them to go off by herself.  Is he supposed to let her be?  “I can… leave you alone.”

Her face twists to one side.  She’s crying silently, trying not to show it.  For a moment he almost does leave — he’d want to be alone, if it were him (wouldn’t he?).  But that doesn’t feel right.  He sinks down to the ground beside her and reaches out, stiffly patting her on the back.

She curls up under his arm so quickly he’s taken by surprise.  He shifts his arm, brings her a little closer.  It’s strange, feeling like a shelter, like he’s… safe, for  her.  The chill in his chest fades.

”Don’t you miss him, too?” she whispers.

”Yes,” says Crosshair.  “Of course.”  A muscle works in his throat.  He closes his eyes, blinking back a sudden sting.  “Did he like it here?”

Omega laughs, though she still sounds teary.  “I think so.  I was remembering how he recorded all the birds.  Not just their calls, but everything to do with them — how their wings sounded when they flew, the sounds of the bugs they liked to eat, the noises their babies made.  He used to sit right here recording sometimes.  Then he’d play them back for me, telling me all their names.”  She lets out a long breath.  “I think talking about him helps.”

Scenes flash before him.  Tech in their quarters back on Kamino, acting out every new plan that came into his brilliant mind. The confident little smile he’d get, pulling off something insanely clever.  His voice rising with excitement when figuring out the twists and turns of a new language.  Understanding you does not mean that I agree with you.

Crosshair opens his eyes, looking out at the distant sea, the sunlight shimmering on the waves.  “Did he ever tell you about the eclipse on Ryloth?”

”No,” she says, scooting closer to him.  He squeezes her shoulder.  

“I was on watch.  Hunter and Wrecker were laying low, resting up for a night mission.  Tech was supposed to be, but he joined me.  He wouldn’t stop talking about an eclipse by the largest moon.”

“An eclipse? During your mission?” 

“It was very rare.  He knew exactly how rare, of course.”  Crosshair smiles slightly at the memory, though he’d been irritated by Tech’s chatter about the stages of the eclipse and Ryloth’s five moons and the fact that only the largest moon could initiate a total eclipse.

“Of course.”  Omega looks up at him, curious, her eyes dry.  “What was it like?”

“Strange,” Crosshair admits.  “The light went wrong.  We’d been on Ryloth for two weeks.  I thought I knew the place.  Until totality approached, and everything fell dark.  And quiet.”  

His arms prickle with goosebumps.  It’s still such a powerful memory, the shift in the light’s register, the deep unreal shadows descending upon the world before them, the noises he’d gotten used to in the distance faltering into silence.  And then Tech beside him, voice hushed: “Totality.  It will last for six point two minutes, and this planet will not see such a spectacle again for thirty years.  We will have no other chance to see this event on this world in our lifetimes -- now, Crosshair!  Look!”

Crosshair shivers.  “We’d seen a lot of the galaxy by then.  But that stays with me.  It was… beautiful.  And Tech wanted me to see it with him.”  

He tries to describe it to Omega, though his halting words are nothing like as clear as the memory he still carries.  The image flares in his mind once more, the sun a black upon black disk, a white halo of hazy corona swirling and shifting around its borders, its light not moonlight or sunlight but something else entirely.  He’d drunk it in, goosebumps rippling on his arms.  And then he turned to Tech, whose brown eyes were wide and unblinking behind his goggles, his face shining, transported.  “It is…” Tech paused, then shook his head, gazing up at the corona.  “It is beyond my ability to describe.”

Crosshair had just nodded.  “I think I know what you mean.”

They didn’t get to talk much about it after; the mission had taken precedence, and then there was the next mission, and the mission after that.  But every time it came to mind, his arms prickled, and he remembered Tech, his face glowing.

Omega shifts beside him, and he’s back on Pabu, on a bright sunny day beneath the shade of a drowsing tree.  She pulls away from his embrace, looking down at the goggles in her hands.  

“I like that story, Crosshair.”

He takes a deep breath.  Perhaps talking does help.

“I do, too.”

[dreamofbecoming]

i live in manhattan so i haven’t seen so much as a star in months, but my brother lives on a farm in the middle of fuckoff nowhere oregon, so he sent me these, which are almost as good as being there