#Saving Daylight

[crazycatgirl420]

Saving Daylight p2

Dpxdc Jazz and Dani povs. Civilian life is still weird to write buy I suppose that's why its a challenge huh? It should get easier as I write more and explore more drama and such.

Part 1

Jazz knew her best quality tended to also be her worst one. She knew her optimistic attitude often blinded her from the red flags others practically smack her with. From the deadly house she lived in as a child to the government sanctioned genocide, the reality of it went right over her head until she found her brother dead, his core the only thing remaining of who he'd been.

She knew her optimism blinded her. That's why when she started dating Jason, she also asked her friends Johnny and Kitty to be roommates with her for a while.

"He's a crook" Johnny said. "Red Hood's gang based on affiliation markers,"

"So a bad guy," Jazz sighed, a bit disappointed.

"I mean not really? You are living in Hood territory," Kitty said.

"He's a good guy then," Jazz smiled.

"He could be," Johnny agreed. "We'll have to hang around a bit more to find out."

Jazz stared into her coffee mug. This whole 'is he isn't he' was driving her batty. She just wanted to know if falling in love with him was okay, of her son would be safe, if he could be trusted. Because she knew it wouldn't be long before she fell for his boyish smile and charming personality.

Kitty squeezed Johnny's hand on the table, and Jazz sighed again. She wanted what they had. A love that not even death could separate or stop.

"Even if he's not the one," Kitty said. "We'll make sure the cutie is safe. There'd be no harm is seeing where this thing you've got with Jason goes,"

Jazz nodded, and smiled at the text poppingup in her phone screen. "Good," she said. "Because Jason asked my out to coffee tomorrow morning and I need someone to watch Danny,"

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Dani needed to get out of her apartment more. Ever since her template died, things have been weird. Dark Danny, the evil Dan, now known as Dante, became her so called Father. How could a future version of her template exist if her template was dead? Simple. Alternate universe.

Dani had accepted that and stopped caring. Jazz was her cousin now, and she had a legal identity and she had to go to school all the while she watched the core of her once template re-grow a body in Jazz's stomach for nine-months. Her template didn't look anything like he used to now. Before he was literally reborn. An entirely new person with her temple's core.

And she watched him learn to talk, and walk, and start kindergarten.

It happened so slowly but too fast and now she just didn't want to think about it anymore.

So she tossed notes at the other weird kid in her class. And when he forcefully held her hand in the hallway she smiled.

It was easy to forget her issues when she was dragging Wayne around. The bird nest above the senior science laboratory window. The carving of initials in the old stadium bleachers that could possibly be his father's. The weird relationship the volleyball coach had with the soup lunch lady.

Her worries drifted to the back of her mind with every quirked eyebrow or haughty smirk.

"If you like animals then you should accompany me to the rescue center this weekend." He said.

Dani looked away from the bird nest they'd been watching. "I'd love too!"

"Then it shall be a date. I will pick up you up at nine Saturday morning. See you tomorrow Danica,"

Her name, so new and still so weird to hear, sounded special on Damian's lips.

"See you tomorrow Damian,"

She had a date. Her first date.

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Jinns (Arabic الجن, al-jinn), by Khadim Ali (born 1978 Quetta, Pakistan) • via Bibliothèque Infernale on FB

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Marching At dawn I heard among bird calls the billions of marching feet in the churn and squeak of gravel, even tiny feet still wet from the mother’s amniotic fluid, and very old halting feet, the feet of the very light and very heavy, all marching but not together, criss-crossing at every angle with sincere attempts not to touch, not to bump into each other, walking in the doors of houses and out the back door forty years later, finally knowing that time collapses on a single plateau where they were all their lives, knowing that time stops when the heart stops as they walk off the earth into the night air. by Jim Harrison from Saving Daylight; Copper Canyon Press, 2006

[Alive On All Channels]

[abellinthecupboard]

Hill

For the first time far in the distance he could see his twilight, wrapping around the green hill where three rivers start, and sliding down toward him through the trees until it reached the blueberry marsh and stopped, telling him to go away, not now, not for the time being.

— Jim Harrison, Saving Daylight (2006)

[lovecolibri]

I went to look for the Saving Daylight fake movie trailer that I watch every year and HOW DID I NOT KNOW THEY MADE A SECOND ONE about spring called The Vanishing Hour?!?! Delightful. Day made. Please enjoy!

[mostly-funnytwittertweets]

[alightinthelantern]

book reviews: Saving Daylight (Jim Harrison)

The first four poems are terrible. Starting with the fifth poem the book is consistently very good for the first two-thirds. The final third of the book oscillates between good and bad frequently, and a few of the poems are crotchety and dated. If you can get past that then the book is overall worth a read.

[ukulelekatie]

happy daylight savings to those who observe

[coffee-mage-sans-caffeine]

My wife's service dog in training, Matilda, is trained to be super annoying at specific times of day. This is because my wife's executive dysfunction does not allow her to 'unfreeze' and therefore she gets 'stuck' in places/doing things long after she needs to move on to another task, room, etc. This isn't some arbitrary 'you should only play video games so long' type of thing. It's 'If unattended, my wife will not eat or sleep because moving from one thing to another is very hard'. Eating and sleeping are necessary things for survival, so moving to these tasks is necessary for survival. Matilda has therefore been taught things like 'ten pm is bedtime'. In order to help Matilda with this, her feeding schedule is on a pretty tight timeline as well--this way her internal body cues are lined up with the schedule of the day. For example, Matilda is fed between 8 and 830 pm (usually at about 810 pm, as it works out). She poops at 830 pm after dinner and she will throw a WHOLE FIT if she is not let out at this time. Daylight Savings has Happened to Matilda. She's only just a year old, so she does not remember Daylight Savings last year (she was two weeks old, roughly) and she does not remember the spring time change, either, as she was a fairly young puppy at that time and therefore not trained to a schedule like this. She is BEREFT. We're making her wait an hour for dinner. We're making her wait an hour for bedtime. She knows she needs to go out at 830, but it is not time for her to poop yet, which is BAFFLING. This poor dog. I'm sure she'll adjust in a week or two, but poor Matilda. We need to outlaw Daylight Savings. For Matilda.

[aturnoftheearth]

WE’RE GETTING AN EXTRA HOUR OF DESTIEL LETS GOOOO

[sapphire-mage]

Oh, you thought it was 2am?

They thought it was 2am.

That's fucking funny, bitch!

IT'S FUCKING 3AM!

Yeah! (Yeah...)

Yeah!

Fuck Daylight Savings Day!

[beardedmrbean]

[crazycatgirl420]

Read what you've posted for Saving Daylight, and I fuckin love it. Any plans to continue it?

Yes, I've got some ideas for continuing it! Trying to decide what happens in part 3 specifically is kinda tripping me up but I'll either focus on Jazz and Jason's date or Dani and Damian's date. Not sure which would be more fun to read so I'm trying to write both and judge it that way.

Thank you for your support! I'll keep working on it and do my best!

[abellinthecupboard]

Easter Morning

On Easter morning all over America the peasants are frying potatoes in bacon grease. We're not supposed to have “peasants” but there are tens of millions of them frying potatoes on Easter morning, cheap and delicious with catsup. If Jesus were here this morning he might be eating fried potatoes with my friend who has a '51 Dodge and a '72 Pontiac. When his kids ask why they don't have a new car he says, “These cars were new once and now they are experienced.” He can fix anything and when rich folks call to get a toilet repaired he pauses extra hours so that they can further learn what we're made of. I told him that in Mexico the poor say that when there's lighting the rich think that God is taking their picture. He laughed. Like peasants everywhere in the history of the world ours can't figure out why they're getting poorer. Their sons join the army to get work being shot at. Your ideals are invisible clouds so try not to suffocate the poor, the peasants, with your sympathies. They know that you're staring at them.

— Jim Harrison, Saving Daylight (2006)

[dispatchesfromtheclasswar]

[mostly-funnytwittertweets]

[genshin-impact-updates]

Happy Birthday, Shenhe!

This is where I usually come to meditate. The streaming moonlight and gentle mountain breeze help me calm my mind and focus on my training.

By the way, would you like a cup of Qingxin tea? I used the recipe you gave me last time we met. It's not bad — a hint of bitterness to begin with, then a sweet aftertaste.

Mm... After all, too much raw Qingxin in one go makes a person uncomfortable. When I told Master that, she seemed very pleased and said I had finally learned to look after my health.

Anyway, thank you. I'll take good care of myself, so you... needn't worry too much.

Thanks to whoisshe for the fantastic artwork!