We report: we are expecting a clear sky throughout the day, but at sea, early morning, the horizon is nowhere to be found. Through the fog, the light is dull as to make the ocean look solid. We lean over to look more closely, but the surface of the water is utterly impenetrable.

Here’s the part we all want to know which is behind the paywall. You’re welcome.

We report: the sky speaks of vanishing patterns, past conditions of humidity and wind shear. They only remain in washed up waves of cirrocumulus. Lately, we find it difficult to interpret the movements of the clouds as we usually would. Signs of change instead induce stillness.

{ III. “ Abyss ” } 🔥 The tyranny of Messmer's flame. #EldenRing #エルデンリング #art #illustration

there's ultimately nothing to be done and i get that words become abstracted as they see more circulation on the internet but it's truly wild to see larp (objectively a cool thing done by cool people) become completely reversed to ostensibly describe something uncool. it's spiritually incorrect.

We report: when we get to the shore in the blue hour, the gulls pay us no mind, their shrieks too loud in our morning ears. The sand under our feet is dry, but feels liquid for how cold it is. The sky is opaque, waiting for some pink to bleed through in the next half hour.

We report: as we were walking, the sky ahead of us was a milky white, certainly nothing like rain. We stopped for a sip of water, and finally noticed the clouds pooling behind us. We almost immediately felt a raindrop on our cheek, the wind pushing our hair into our face.

If you experience this like I do, remember you’re loved and talented. It’s hard to put yourself out there and get turned down. Be kind to yourself and those who had to make the hard decisions.

We report: when the sky is this intensely blue, it tends not to stay that way. The clouds are pushing up like daisies, with a sort of boundless impetus we envy them. All of this will surely lead to a less blue sky eventually, but for now, the fragile balance holds.

We report at the end of an exceedingly humid day: all through the afternoon, each movement we made triggered a comical amount of sweating. We have now made it through, and we find that the sky is dealing with the humidity in its own away. The sun sets in the mist.

We report: we find the moon at its highest during the darkest hours of the night, while we are not awake enough to articulate any thought. We look at the diffraction of the moonlight in the clouds, and the iridescence it produces colours our late night dreams.

We report: where the river meets the sea, there is something in between mist and a light drizzle. It stays right here, a light blur on the horizon, the air brinier than ever. The ducks are searching the silt for snails and worms. Our expert‘s hair is curling around their face.

We report: feels like late August, yellow grass along the roads, and fair weather clouds sweeping the sky. Our expert finds flowers of early summer in the undergrowth; on the banks of the streams, in the shadows of the willows and the oaks. The afternoon is too long for August.

We report: there was rain for a few hours in the morning, and then it did not get much warmer. Now, at sunset, we can still find beads of water on leaves here and there. It gets a little cold, too, enough for a jacket, but we wait until our expert gets the sniffles to go home.

@renobee.bsky.social "me and the bestie!!" i love doctor bulkhead with my whole heart thx for making her

let’s get ready to petscop!

We report: up north, the thunderstorms of this afternoon have found a home over the coast, hovering there for hours. While sleep escapes us, we track the path of lightning in the air. We sometimes also find the moon and the stars in and out of the clouds.

We report: on the approach of the clouds, we feel weighed down, finding it hard to move. There is a sense that we are seeing something we should not. It gets very windy, warm and dry. Once we are under the storm, and it starts to rain, we cannot make out its contours anymore.

celestial seal. sealestial? celestseal? universeal. a starbor(harbor) seal. ✎: gouache and colored pencil on paper

The area near the capital was struck with 7.2 and 7.5 earthquake. Some Venezuelans were greatly affected including some of the ones here. If you have the means to help donate to their kofi's or other means directly to them. Int organization funds often don't reach as many people here

"it's not a loop" #alanwake #alanwake2 #fanart

We report: at last, the sky bears tidings of changing weather. Cirrus and cirrocumulus, our expert reminds us, often precede a cold front, perhaps even a squall line. We hold hope for at least a little rain to clear the air; for now, the clouds keep on slowly aggregating.

We report at sunset: it is a rare night when we feel perfectly content, and perhaps even relieved, in watching the sun go down. Not an ounce of melancholy in our heart as the sky darkens. Our expert is putting water out for the birds amidst a chorus of crickets.

We report: there is a warm bit of wind tonight, but in comparison to the daytime temperatures, it feels like a crisp one. We find goosebumps on our arms. All of the outside smells have been stripped down to their earthiest components: hot dust, dry grass, salt.

I think we gotta bring this one back after this week

We report: we watched rain approach on the radar for half an hour, but as it got close, we realised most of it had evaporated on the way. We were able to count the raindrops, more of a pitter than a pitter-patter. Ultimately, we did lose of few degrees, a tear into this hot day.

that bastard that i'm quite fond of

GOD GAME TTRPG: is that good?

We report: just before noon, though the shade is hard to find, it is not yet too hot to step outside. We cheer on the clouds a little, but try as they would, they would not be thick enough to block anything. Later on, the sun seems to come in through the keyhole and mail slot.

Celebrating Indigenous Peoples day with an art share! Fellow Indigenous folks (Especially Two Spirit folks!) put your work down below! Everyone else: share and follow some amazing creatives on this day!! Art is about making the sacred visible!

We report: we find sleep to be a difficult affair with the heatwaves of late. We toss and turn, nonsensically wishing our pillows had more sides so we could find a cold surface to lay our head on. We dream of insomnia, and wake up to the sun already risen, once more.

We report: the night comes kindly with a breeze, while the ground is still warm to the touch. There is a bit of humidity in the air. During the day, it made the heat more difficult to bear, but in the absence of the sun, we feel thankful for the slight chill it brings.

This is really good from @xoxogossipgita.bsky.social on how the super-quick spread and metamorphosis of language online can accelerate and accentuate appropriation. I have accidentally perpetuated this myself and I am not the first 👇

We report: the sky has come down to meet us, low, low, until we touch the clouds - the clouds touch us. We are aware that it was supposed to be hot, or at least we heard it would be, but we find it difficult to picture while mist is dribbling down our nose and eyelashes.

trying new things together

when u are both single stage fluffy normal types

We report: the light is thick and sluggish today. It laboriously works its way through the air, and stays suspended in the dust. In the afternoon heat, we also find our movements slow and heavy. We feel as though we can tell each ray of light apart as they hit our face.

IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!!! And these are a few of my favorite works I’ve made this year — and it would be a wonderful gift for me if you shared this post. (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)💘✨ #ukrart #украрт #art #draw #illustration

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We report following some unexpected pre-dawn drizzle. It was only a bit of rain, but at this moment, before the sun has had much of a chance to do anything, the air feels bright and clear. There are still a few clouds around, keeping the sunrise sweet and slow.

i will not stand for "larp" becoming the new "poser". there is nothing in this world that requires more genuine unbridled passion in the face of people calling you a total nerd than live-action roleplay

We report nearing midnight, although it really is early in the night. We are holding a red torch over our expert’s shoulder while they are focusing on their star map. They do not notice the bats flying overhead; all the better, as they are still afraid of most flying things.

People Make Games traveled to Michigan to meet Jerry Gretzinger, an 84-year-old man, who's spent most of his life working away on a single, giant map to an imaginary world. www.youtube.com/watch?v=Is8N...

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We report: the rain is long gone, and the storm is miles and miles away now, which is the only way we can see it in its full expanse. There are still echoes of thunder over the hills; the storm cell is still developing outwards, and we can clearly see the wall of rain beneath.

Jevil🃏