#order out of chaos

[affreca]

I have a problem with starting new spinning projects.

See, I've been traveling for work a lot this month. I normally take a spindle with me, but I rarely have energy to spin much when traveling for work. But I keep earning per diem in excess of what I eat. So I've bought fiber much faster than I'm spinning it. The order that showed up today included 2 pounds of bits, which included a half pound mess of black, white, teal, light blue and pink wool (first pic). With sparkle of some sort.

So instead of spinning any of my already started projects, I ran the mess through my drum carder and made 18 half ounce batts (second pic). My carder is small, but it means my batts are longer than they are wide, which suits my spinning.

I've dizzed one of the batts and started it on my purple heart spindle (third pic). I guess I have a project to take traveling next week.

[septembersghost]

most beautiful precious thing about art, maybe music especially, is that you can always go home again, it will always exist in the world and in you, and when you need it, it's always there to find. the you who discovered it can still be embraced in it as the you of now, and it's going to exist after you, for other people who need it, to love anew. humans are ephemeral, we lose even the legendary artists, the creators, but the art never fades. it's eternal. people at opposite ends of a century can hear the same song and be moved, never knowing they're connected. unable are the loved to die for love is immortality! the ultimate expression of that in a melody someone heard long ago, still echoing today, and playing on forevermore

[1introvertedsage]

Reflections

I was conditioned to judge. Growing up all I knew was scrutiny, judgement, nit-picking and meticulousness.

This has been a blessing and a curse. I can pick apart a person at glance. Deeper, within a few minutes of meeting them.

My eyes trained to meticulously scan a person from head to toe, noticing the slightest nuance, mishap, mis-step, nervous movement, breath change etc.

My mind laser focused, dissecting every detail I take in. Categorizing, analyzing and labelling. Subtle-unsubtle, obvious-not so obvious. Things a person tries to hide, things they are self conscious about. Certain cues will tell me more than I ever asked for. I can read them like a book they had no idea they had written.

It's like a wishing well, and all of a persons life can be poured into me. Just by a meeting.

Like a skilled cat. Stealthy circling their prey, waiting for just the right moment. Only it's learning them and moving with them like a sacred dance done with their soul in the void space between. Only our ether beings know of the true dynamics. They may sense me in the physical, but aren't aware of what's happening.

The engagement of energies. The exchange of energy. The life force ringing in my ears like the sweetest melody, radiating off of my skin like electricity.

The beautiful dance between the hunter and it's prey. Except, I am only looking for someone.

~Talitha

[tides-of-truth]

The personifications of truth evolve and transmute over time to suit the people and circumstances of the world at a given time. Varuna is the most ancient Vedic personification of Supreme Law, which is the balancing of the invisible stable state of the world to exist

— it is a law that cannot be broken, only when unbalanced, it reacts somewhere else to restore inherent order overall.

Varuna hold the noose, to bind those who transgress against the law. If Supreme Law is not upheld then the world begins to crumble into disharmony. Every time you turn your back on truth/supreme law, the world falls into some disharmony, because you as human being, hold the flame of existence in your heart, and therefore unlike any other animal or spirit you are an agent of the truth and supreme law, meaning you have the capacity to engage and act in world creation voluntarily, and to participate in the great ritual sacrifice and rite that is this creation of right now. You say you are the Self, now allow that Supreme Self to act through your hands and your feet in this world.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

she turns, makes direct eye contact with you, smiles,

[ingoodjesst]

have you put the pieces together yet, detective

[patbertram]

A Welcome Visitor

This was another of those days where I wore myself out, not that it’s hard to do since I am still not totally acclimated to the new season. Or maybe it’s the allergies the new season has brought that are aggravating me. Either way, I begin the day worn out, and it only gets worse from there. I suppose if I took it easy, I wouldn’t get worn out as fast, but then, when I do take it easy, I still…

[biology-geology-beaches-india]

Aphorism 139. The Philosophy of Tropical Littorals and Seashores. Satyendra Sunkavally. My engineering student Adhitya is in the background..

[5577v]

i think i'll lose my mind in hysteria

[maareyas]

Comet's Log: Chao Garden

"I found what I think are like those dirt gardens that I’ve seen some Surfacers have back home. This one seems fancier though. There’s a rock formation with water just pouring out by itself, no pipes or anything; as well as some pretty plants. But, what’s really interesting are these tiny creatures that are living here. They have big heads and weird eyes that are kinda ugly (in a cute way)! They seem friendly enough too. Like, a few of them had sharp teeth, but nobody bit me or anything. Didn’t even really pay me any mind at all. My stomach rumbled real loud (I forgot I hadn’t eaten since before I got here!) all of a sudden. Then one of the little guys, a blue and yellow one, walked over with this weird fruit(?) in its teeny-tiny arms. It was trying to give it to me! How sweet! Unfortunately, I didn’t want to eat it because it might be poisonous.  I tried to communicate that I didn’t want it, but the little guy insisted. A few more of them noticed and came over to see what was going on. I panicked, so…I just flew away and didn’t look back. I still feel kind of bad about it."

Extras below the cut:

I've decided to make the raw .clip layers available for download [HERE] for educational purposes. if y'all want it <3

Also! the purple chao is @genotaurus' Cloudy ✨

Some Edea lore notes:

Chao don't exist on Edea

Since she grew up in a space colony, Comet is only familiar with hydroponic farms/gardens. Dirt farms only exist on Edea's surface.

Also because of growing up on Ark Elysium, Comet barely has any experience interacting with "wild animals" or even pets in general.

[septembersghost]

besties my heart is so so full of love and the grace and power and humanism of art and music and stories sometimes i don't know what to do with the ache of it and just want to cry

[undertheredhood]

jason todd falling in love with someone from the perspective of the other batfamily members has got to be the funniest thing ever, because he's not going to tell them anything about his personal life so easily, which is going to lead them to greatly misunderstand everything. so while jason’s giggling and kicking his feet while imagining his future wedding with his crush, his family is immediately calling john constantine to exorcise the demon that is clearly possessing him.

[tourettesdog]

Ectoberhaunt 2022 Days 11, 19: “Drown”, “One and One Hundred”

*screams softly* 

[incorrectskywalkers]

more disaster lineage cal au incorrect quotes because i really want to write a fic about this but writer's block be damned so i'm doing this instead

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Anakin: I lost Cal. Obi-Wan: How did you LOSE Cal?! Anakin: To be fair, he is very small.

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Obi-Wan, watching Cal do something stupid: Anakin, you're officially only the second highest risk here. Anakin: Hell yeah! I'm gonna— Obi-Wan: Don't finish that sentence, you'll move back up.

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Obi-Wan: Cal, please get that hideous thing out of the living room, would you? Cal, to Anakin: Obi-Wan wants you to get out of the house.

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Anakin, to Cal: Okay, I get it. You've had a really hard time lately, you're stressed out, seven people died- Cal: Twelve, actually. Anakin: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really whose fault is that? Cal: Yours. Anakin: That's right, no one's. Also don't tell Obi-Wan about this.

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Anakin: What’s wrong? You look 10 seconds away from ripping someone’s throat out. Obi-Wan: Cal and Ahsoka were trying to invoke one of the minor gods again last night. I didn't get an ounce of sleep, thanks to their bloody chanting.

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Cal: Could you guys at least try to see this from my perspective? Ahsoka: *crouches down* Obi-Wan: *kneels down* Anakin: *sits on the floor* Cal: Cal: I hate all of you.

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Anakin, driving and singing to the Little Einsteins theme song: We’re going on a trip- Cal: In our favorite piece of shit! Ahsoka: Doing 95! Obi-Wan: We’re going to kriffing die!