#linda sun

[cowboymovie]

david crosby photographed by linda mccartney, 1968

[lotus-duckies]

flavors of autism that are very good

[ro-sso]

thinking about all the forms of magic MC has used, just suddenly as if they are fully trained. also the lack of magical tools used feels weird? Like we got a rune ward for rune carving, and a shadow seeker vacuum, a fragment of aideens light and a bottle of aideens tears but these all do... nothing? We dont use the rune wand to help channel energy, or rune-work outside of that one questline.

idk if it's just me but with some of the more recent late-game quests it feels as though MC has suddenly become adept in magic after training in the Sun circle (& doing minor work in the lightning and moon circle). It feels quite... offputting but that could just be me being weird

[frippschamber]

🔮 ⤷ The Sun & Moon Sisters

The Sun and Moon representatives in the Sisterhood are definitely fascinating - their clear polar opposites in name seem to also be what also draws them the closest together. Looking at the relationships between the Sun and Moon Sisters from other generations of Soul Riders, not just from the current Sisterhood, is also interesting because we can look at the parallels as well as the differences and why these exist.

This is sort of a follow-up to this really cool post from @that-sso-raven about Anne and Linda's relationship and why it thrives the way it does. I found a screenshot I took of it and wanted to add my own stuff because it got me all excited >:)

I have tagged and linked all artwork used in this post, but please PLEASE let me know if you would like it removed! I will take it down immediately :)

Warning: Spoilers for Helena Dahlgren's novel The Legend Awakens, as well as general background information found in the Catherine's Memories quests in SSO.

Anne & Linda:

Let us begin with a statement that validates the strength of the Sun Sister and Moon Sister's relationship:

Anne shook her head. "They were in school when I took off. I have no idea where they are now. Or, well, I did talk to Linda. I think. She didn't say anything specific, but I'm afraid that she's in danger. It's hard to explain. We have a bond, she and I. I noticed that when I was there, in Pandoria. She was able to reach me somehow." “The sun and the moon are strongly allied,” Elizabeth nodded seriously. The Legend Awakens, Helena Dahlgren (Chpt. 26)

During The Legend Awakens, Anne explains that she was able to have a conversation with Linda during her search for Concorde in Pandoria. During this time, Linda had passed out in Pine Hill Mansion and sought refuge on the dark side of the moon to hide from Sabine. Somehow, through her unconsciousness, she was able to find and communicate with Anne, despite her being in another reality entirely. Though Anne wasn't able to see her, Linda was able to provide support to her Sun Sister at a time when she most needed it, leading her to use her reassurance and successfully bring Concorde back to the Secret Stone Circle.

The fact that Anne and Linda were able to communicate clearly, not only when one of them was barely keeping herself alive, but also in completely different dimensions, is such a fascinating ability that the two of them share. Whilst it isn't confirmed whether or not this would be possible between Linda and any of the other Soul Riders, presuming that this has something to do with her Soul Sight abilities, the fact that it not only happened but also their circumstances drastically improved because of it only shows just how powerful the Sun and Moon bond is when tested.

It could also be valuable to note how only the Sun and Moon Sisters have magically enabled communication abilities. The Lightning and Star Sisters appear to have seemingly offensive and defensive skills, whereas the Sun's portal-making and the Moon's Soul Sight are often used as a mix of the two, perhaps also enhancing their communication skills with each other.

Concorde & Meteor:

I won't say that this is a strong point, but I think that it's cool to point out. Both Meteor and Concorde are both true to a metaphor of flying. Meteor, obviously, after a meteor, and Concorde after the airliner. Star Stable Wiki also notes:

Concorde's name is a variation of the French name, Concordia, meaning "harmony" in Latin. This was the name of the Roman goddess of harmony and peace. Star Stable Wiki, Concorde

Furthermore, their relationship seems particularly important, especially when Concorde is reincarnated as a foal. Meteor is often described as an older and wiser horse, often like a brother or "old uncle" (as stated by Linda in The Legend Awakens). The pair's relationship really is a sacred one and appears much more closely bonded than any of the other partnerships between the horses. Throughout recent quests, Concorde has been referred to as "little sister" by Meteor, which only adds to their harmonious relationship that their relationship is just so representative of the close Sun and Moon Circle alliance.

Elizabeth & Caroline:

Unfortunately, not a lot is known about Caroline as a character, though there are a few hints about her position as the Moon Sister of the previous generation of Soul Riders that Elizabeth Sunbeam was a part of in Catherine's Diary.

Because we read about her from either Catherine's perspective in her diary or Eva's perspective in Shadows Over Jorvik, it's hard to form a clear picture of what her relationship was like with Elizabeth, though of course, it was short-lasting following the demise of that particular Sisterhood and the suspected death of Caroline after her disappearance.

In all fairness, there isn't much to point out. It seems they had a stable relationship but there isn't anything particularly special to point out in regards to their magic or relationship. Presumably, they held the same ability to contact each other in various places in a similar way to how Anne and Linda did in the second book, but whether this was used or not cannot be known.

Honestly, I really hope that we get to know more about that Sisterhood as a whole, but especially about Caroline and Sigry.

References and Image Credit:

Soul Riders: The Legend Awakens by Helena Dahlgren

Star Stable Wiki, Concorde

Star Stable Wiki, Soul Rider

Catherine's Diary, various parts

Anne & Linda Artwork by the incredibly talented @toruq!

Various in-game images were taken by me.

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If anyone has anything to add to this, please let me know! :) I wish this post had a lot more to talk about, but as of right now, these are the only things I could find to say. I just love the Sun/Moon relationship and I think it's super cool >:)

Thank you for all of the welcome reblogs on my intro post, too! It was really kind :))

As stated above, I have tagged and linked all artwork used in this post, but please PLEASE let me know if you would like it removed! I will take it down immediately :)

🔮 ⤷ Maya (they/he)

[thesecretdiaryofa90sgirl]

Happy Birthday Linda Evangelista ♉

On May 10th, the Original Supermodel celebrates her 58th year.

Linda's Sun and Venus Sign are in Taurus ♉

Her Moon and Mars Sign are Virgo ♍

Her Mercury Sign is Aries ♈

[rosalindesantiago]

Linda Ronstadt

[alliwanttodoiscollectpoetry]

Linda Pastan ~ I am learning to abandon the world

[abba-enthusiast]

My boss just seriously told me to go pick weeds and dead leaves off the fucking pebble stones in front of the house and „enjoy the sun a little“ 🔪

[toruq]

anne is the best character because she is the too cool for anyone girl because she has to live up to 2039483 expectations set in place originally by her family and developed further through her own prestige in dressage, school, and social life. this is perfect because atp it’s basically like she is lying to everyone she meets about who she is because she doesn’t know who she is and lives her life in a material way and that is exactly the personification of the sun soul rider, imo, the sister that is so out of touch with reality they have no clue what’s real and what’s not

if only sso would develop this part of her character more

[basicallyanotherwitchesthing]

Linda Goodman - Sun Signs - Taplinger - 1968 - Back Cover (photo by James Kriegmann)

[kenro199x]

Human Lanterns 人皮燈籠 (1982)

88 Films Blu-ray 2022

[ladyclwriter]

Arthur Shelby imagine

Forever Winter

Summary: by pure instincts, you found a drunk-depressed Arthur. To help your friend and give him any hope, you remembered him you would be his summer sun forever. And yes, he deserves you.

Depressed Arthur, blood, suicide, death and drugs mentioning, my bad attempt to insert some Brummie on my American writing

Gender Neutral reader is married to Finn and has kids

You couldn't sleep. Finn holding your side, was sleeping almost like a baby. In fact, you would always saw him that way. A child in the middle of a bunch of grown-up things.

It didn't matter if it was a lie. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, you got lost in memories. Two little things running through the alleys. Him delivering errands for the creepy Peaky Blinders, and you in the back, just to keep him company.

You really wanted the reason for the insomnia to be nostalgia, but your chest ached, not being able to breath normally. The room was small, dark and too cold, shivers ran through your body and a knot insisted to grow in your throat. Tears wanted to rise your eyes and fall from it, tremors pierced with fear. A feeling that was actually like a ghost. A phantom blanket that hung over the ceiling, haunting you. As if at any moment someone would knock in your door screaming someone's dead.

Fear, worry, and whatever else might be in between, hit you whenever that name haunted your soul:

Arthur Shelby.

All England knew that of the brothers, he was the most emotional one. And everyone in the family knew he wasn't well. Usually, you would ignore any matter that doesn't involve your husband or daughter, but not this time.

Arthur, from the beginning, befriended you. He supported you when others said it was too dangerous to be with them. He kept you close when everything was falling apart, when even Finn pushed you away for protection.

But no one thought of protecting Arthur from his demons, except for one woman And now, she was gone.

Very carefully removed the warm arms around you. A sleepy Finn grumbled, but his eyes didn't even flicker. A smile grew on your lips as you pulled the blanket over him. Yeah, Finn would always be that smart little boy that you admired so much, even though he was a year younger.

Changed clothes into something warm, comfortable enough to run in if need be. A gun in your pocket, quick check on the kids, and soon you were out, facing the cold, snowy, Christmas night.

The sky was a slightly lighter blue, lilac emerging with the sunrise haunting all night beings - be they bats or men. You could see some Christmas decor around, a lot on the gravel street. At that hour, pubs and any businesses were being closed. Probably to open in a few hours.

Wrapped in the overcoat, you hugged yourself, peering through every glass panel of any alcohol establishment.

And between one street or another, you found The Garrison... Lights off, chairs arranged.

Arthur's house was far away. Just imagining having to go there made you shudder. Then, hands in warm gloves, you turned the handle slowly. The "click" sounded too loud for the night. Mainly because it meant it was unlocked.

You entered as quietly as possible, turning the key afterwards. Something in you said it wasn't necessary, but still, you reached for the gun in your pocket. Pointed it towards the faint darkness ahead, only seeing silhouettes of chairs and a Christmas tree. Instincts, shaped after so many dangers with the gang, were racing. Your hearing, in fact, was purely focused on listening for any sound that indicated Arthur would be there. But all it found was the creak of wood under your feet.

Eyes fell down to the floor, and then across it, and noticed a trapdoor. You frowned, and looked around. He had no reason to be there, but you would check anyway.

The little door creaked, torturing all of your instinctively heightened senses. The smell of mold and stale alcohol made you cough. Gathering all your courage, you walked down the rickety stairs. It took a while to get used to the denser darkness of the basement, but your kept the gun up. As you tried to make your brain work, all you saw were barrels, and several bottles of whatever they were.

Until a small noise woke you up. Body jumped for a moment, seconds later thinking it was a mouse.

Then you looked at the floor.

In the center of the room. A man kneeling, his forehead against the cold, stinking ground.

“Arthur?” your voice came out as tight as that sound he made. Walked slowly, pocketing the gun, and knelt beside him. “Arthur? It's me. I am here”.

The back that felt like only bones shuddered when you touched it. You moved your hand slightly as the man cried, sobs disturbing the deafening silence of the basement. You didn't have to ask to know what all the commotion was about.

He had lost his wife to her betrayal, now drowning himself in cocaine for sure. You know he felt useless, that he had lost all hope in this damned world.

“Hey. Look at me. You're getting a terrible allergy with your face on that floor” you shook him lightly, saying kindly. It took a while, but he looked up. Red and puffy and lavender, wet with tears and smeared with dust. “What happened?”

With a handkerchief that you always carry, you tried to clean him. Soon the dry tissue was damp with tears and that dried blood from likely punches. Maybe it wasn't his blood.

“I know. Getting into fights like a good ol' Shelby. ” He didn't seem willing to talk. In fact, his eyes focused on you, listening with attention. In his dilated pupils you knew he was trying to escape his own mind. “What a fine example. I hope your son is just like you when he grows up.”

The joke didn't bring a smile to his injured face. But yes, more tears welled up. Your heart squeezed and twisted. Hugging him, and no matter how much taller he got with years, Arthur would always be small in your arms. Not for your height, but for his fragile side would always come up. You felt the tears on your neck, the sobs were like bumps, but you held him tight, tearing up yourself.

“I do not deserve. I don't deserve to be anyone's inspiration. I don't deserve you, or my nephews, or my child, or anyone.” each word uttered quickly, with desperation and anxiety bouncing on the walls. “I don't deserve the life we ​​have. I don't deserve any of this. I should kill myself”

“Oh, I agree. You really don't deserve to be in this stinking basement. I can hear the rats in that corner” you pointed, and he actually looked towards the noises, only now noticing them. “I told you, Arthur. You have the biggest heart on this motherfucked city. You are the strongest, and the sweetest man I've ever met. Don't dare to think of ending such a beautiful soul”.

He sniffed, brows furrowing, lips trembling like a hurt child. “Really?”

“Yes. I actually wish I married you, not Finn” you said with confidence and a big seductive smile. That made him crack a little.

“No. You were always my little sibling” mumbling, hugged you again, head under your chin. “I don't deserve ya.”

“Yes you do.” you whispered, kissing the top of his dirty hair. Then, with all the energy you had in that nearly-morning, you gave him two taps on the shoulder and spoke loudly. “C'mon mate, let's get out of this shit.”

Arthur didn't knew if he could stand up. But when you, with a pained effort lifted him off the ground with one of his arms around your shoulders, he decided to push himself. He could barely feel the ends of his body, barely think of anything with clarity, overwhelmed by feelings crumbling on his numb brain. So, all the way up the ladders he was crying, and you did spent some good minutes trying to make him climb up.

You both breathed heavily as you got out, Arthur laying down on the floor as you prepared two chairs near a table, and some water. To clean him, and to drink.

“Were the reason of this, the person I hate the most in all Europe?” you suggested while cleaning his face with a wet washcloth in a bucket with soap.

“Linda. Yes.” he mumbled, drinking the glass of water you insisted he should, leaning against the back of the chair. “Fook Linda”.

“Fook Linda” you agreed, concentrated on cleaning his little cuts. “But that's not how ya seemed to feel. Tell me what happened”.

He inhaled, closing eyes. Forearm rested on the table beside, glass on a trembling hand. “A yampy pissed me off in a gully just when I bought my shit. I didn't even had to use it to kill him with my bare fists”

“Normal of you. What next?” indeed, it was normal to Arthur. He clicked his tongue when you ran down the cloth to his neck, making him jump from the warmth of it. “Sorry”

“That man talked 'bout Linda. I don't know how he knew about her, so I got paranoid”

When he took his fourth line of cocaine, Linda's voice came to his mind, making him hit his very own face. When it was over, he hallucinated of everyone around him talking about her. Saying he were weak, a cuck, an ugly motherfucker who couldn't even hold his wife. He freaked out, beating anyone in front of him. And of course people wouldn't just stand still.

He got into a messy fight, falling on mud, docking with more than one drunk, knocking them out one at a time. And when it was over, he got up, sobbing. All he wanted was to hide, cover himself from ghosts. So he went to his very own bar, to drink and mourn his misery.

You stayed silent the whole story, now drying his face. When you both were done, you stayed still, looking at him as he kept his eyes as distant from you as possible, ashamed.

“Arthur, mate. Look at me” he didn't. “Look at me. In my eyes”

Slowly, stubbornly, he did. Blue yes, one surrounded by a purple circle, were filled with tears. It broke your heart to see such a joyful soul like that. There wasn't much you could do, but you knew you would never be able to rest your head, in your comfy pillow, next your dear husband, knowing you left behind the only man in Small Heat that believed, trusted and supported you.

The more time you took to say anything, the more anxious he got. So, he started crying while insistently staring into your eyes. That broke your heart and soul in a thousand pieces.

“Ay, there's no need to cry. We all get in our feelings from time to time” both hands on his face, you teared up, voice getting embargoed with the crying you held back. “That slut fucked up your heart. And even if I think she doesn't deserve none of your tears, it's normal to be sad and angry. You're going through a hard phase”

He sobbed, crying more and more as you talked. You yourself couldn't hold back some tears, completely shaken by seeing your best friend that way for such an awful person — yes, you never really liked Linda, and never tried to see things by her side. Who cares about her side? you shoot to Lizzie once. Fook Linda.

“It's okay to do some shit. Your brother, your comrades, everyone uses their own special drug to deal with the past. Even I snow sometimes, you know that.” he laughed as he remembered the first time you smelled cocaine, coughing and seeing gnomes on the ceiling. “I know it's difficult to trust, but you don't have to face all of this alone. Your brothers might be busy, but...”

You stopped to take a breath, trying your best to not fall completely in tears. Arthur was nothing more than his crying at this point, sobbing so hard his body shake. Pulling your chair as close to his as possible, facing forward, your took his thin, calloused hands. “I might be married, and have children, and a job, but I'm still the same little kid you looked after. The same brat you hugged when cried by a wound. And the same teen that took you into comforting arms when your father deceived you.”

For a long time it was a delicate subject to him, but now, it cracked a smile beneath the tears. “He made me a bloody fool, didn't he?” mumbling softly, you laughed, agreeing.

“I'm still your friend, Arthur. And I'll always have time for you. Show up in my house whenever you need, call me wherever you are, and I'll go” he held your hands tighter as his face fell down, almost on his knees.

Then, the subject you avoided at all costs. The matter that every Shelby pretended not to be happening right in front of their blue eyes. The true objective of Arthur's destructive behavior.

“You said it yourself. You're the big brother I never had. So don't you dare...” it felt like your voice got stuck in your throat. Saying it out loud would testify it; would make it true. “To keep trying to end your life”.

There it was. The truth.

Arthur would be lying if he denied it — for he accepted it years ago. His messy behavior always had the same fuel; his suicidal thoughts. He couldn't run away from it. Ever since he knew himself as a conscious being, there was that awful, crushing feeling, that took his mind to a dark place impossibly hard to escape. Maybe he was born wrong? With some illness or flaw on the brain? Recalling his very few memories from childhood, when he wasn't a huge dick in the ass, there were no reasons to, but he felt like the world would be a better place without him shitting on it.

Yeah, maybe it was just him.

“Arthur, don't drift away! I'm serious” you scoop the thin face in your hands, staring into tired, teared up blue eyes. “I don't give a fuck about what the hell you think about yourself. But I know I don't want a future without you on it”

You could be a wobbly-crying-fragile-adult, yes. But you said all of that firmly, with determination and pure love in your voice. Arthur didn't looked convinced, closing eyes and trying to argue, instead. “The only thing I'm good at, is beating up some bastards. Otherwise, I'm only giving headaches, my friend. Why should I stay alive?”

“Because you should. Because you have to. You must” insisting, held him even more firmly, now barely able to speak. “I'd fall to pieces on the floor if you weren't around”.

Blonde eyebrows raised, his crackled lips trembling as the crying got intense. “Polly said we're too young to know it gets better. Even you are, ya old bastard” you two laughed off, Arthur not disagreeing.

It took a minute or two for him to think about anything to say that wouldn't make you sad. So, he called you what he did since always. “You were always my summer sun. I'll never be able to do the same”.

“You are my sun too, Arthur. The way ya always helped everyone, and always knows how to make me laugh. That's why I love you so much.” his smile expressed pure happiness by hearing it. He, indeed, forget that he's loved. “So, please, count on me, and don't do anything stupid. I'll be your summer sun forever, but... Forever winter if you go”.

His already broken heart turned into ashes when he saw your face twitching with pain, hurting only by imagining not having him in your life. But the older one couldn't say anything.

“Promise. Pinky promise you won't...” you hesitated as raised your finger, avoiding his eyes. “End your life”.

Arthur took his time. He knew he wouldn't change, and even if he got better with time, he would always fall down again. It wasn't a good life, and he wouldn't be useful for a long time. Yet, even if he was a motherfucker, he couldn't dare to make you a “forever winter” — whatever that meant. So, he took a deep breath, his lungs hurting. After he coughed, he smiled, and raised his hand.

“I promise. So, please, never change” you weren't even hearing him anymore. Jumped on his bony arms, hugging tight, crying on happiness. “Be my summer sun forever”.

You wouldn't dare to change.

When you two walked out The Garrison, it was morning, and the employees waited outside as they saw Arthur Shelby and Finn's partner were inside. Arms crossed tight, you crossed the snow with your best friend. The breakfast was surely one of the most fun and happy ones of your life.

Indeed, you weren't a sun. Arthur was. Constantly burning, shining, destroying itself but warming and taking care of everyone. But that conversation could be postponed — because he was playing monster with the children all around the house.

I had this idea in my mind for some pretty good months, but it was simply too hard to execute. Hope I did it well (I'm not confident I did.

Thank you so much for reading! Reblogs are appreciated, but please give me your opinions 🛐 I need your thoughts to grow up as a writer. Anyways, thanks again. Love ya, and happy holidays 🎄🎄

[imagineastrology]

Reading a classic! Apparently Linda Goodman was the first astrologer to gain a place on the New York Times 100 best sellers list!

Guess what her dominant sign was? ARIES ♈️

[dk-thrive]

And as I take my body back the sun lays its warm muzzle on my lap

And every night I give my body up limb by limb, working upwards across bone, towards the heart. But morning comes with small reprieves of coffee and birdsong. A tree outside the window which was simply shadow moments ago takes back its branches twig by leafy twig. And as I take my body back the sun lays its warm muzzle on my lap as if to make amends.

— Linda Pastan, from “I Am Learning to Abandon the World” PM/AM: New and Selected Poems (W. W. Norton & Company; October 17, 1982) (via Read a Little Poetry)

[sunshyni]

sla, comi mousse de limão e lembrei de você

KKKKKKKKKKK EU AMOOO, tava boa???

Me deu vontade de comer torta de limão agrrr