Earth: Wide open places, scrapbooking, long car rides, smells that remind you of a certain place at certain time long ago, holding hands when crossing a street, brittle leaves, scribbles on the sides of notes, saying goodbye knowing you'll never see them again.
Fire: Making something, smoke in your eyes, putting your hand on hot asphalt to see how long you can hold it, fulfilling a promise, barbaque sauce, spices, eating something that's still hot enough to burn your tongue but not caring, calousses.
Wind: Deep breathes, cony jokes, running fast, clumsiness, doing so much you forget to rest, used guitar picks, a lyric that makes your chest grow tight, platonicly holding hands, cat naps, old stuffed animals, tight hugs, tie dye shrt that are too big.
Water: The sound of a rocky beach, smooth pebbles between your toes, holding someone close, pressure building in your ears when you dive, sudden dread, teenage delusions of immortality, sand everywhere, panic attacks, waiting, calling it.
Shadow: Thinking lint is actually a bug, deep dea creatures, laughing so hard you're just wheezing, glow in the dark stars, going through a haunted house together, knowing a secret, someone passing you in hide and go seek, telling cheesy ghost stories but scaring yourself.
Ice: Wind whistling, organized notes, air so cold it hurts, long nights, strange lights in the sky, sharing a drink, brightness, untainted, tangling your legs together, sharp notes, flashing glasses, the sound of things being written down.
Lightening: Working past your limits, hair on limbs standing on end, overheating laptops, too many energy drinks, weird noises coming from the engine, red lights, blue coveralls, chemical burrns, earning your due, improvement, running ahead.
Light: Thrift shops, old notebooks, almost empty pens, studying so hard the words bleed off the page, classical music, all nighters, the letter a, being on top of a hill, the spots in your eyes after staring into the sun too long, friendly gossip.
Arcane: Carmel frappuccino, space leggings, worn out copies of Lovecraft, clear skies, realizing how small you really are, turning nihilism on its head, unease, whispering in your ear, cotton candy, knowing how much you dont, late night (mis)adventures.
Plague: Blood going down the back of your throat, passing a test thought you were going to fail, rest stops, picking at scabs, old scars, hedonism, mouth watering, too big grins, pumped up music, cohesive teamwork, noogies.
Nature: The smell after it rains, eating vegatables, allergies, rolling in leaves, things growing out of concrete, a good stretch, tea, flipping rocks for worms, kindergarden bean sprout projects, dirt under your nails, slowmo footage of fungi blooming.
Post what you associate with each Flight's theme
Earth: Wide open places, scrapbooking, long car rides, smells that remind you of a certain place at certain time long ago, holding hands when crossing a street, brittle leaves, scribbles on the sides of notes, saying goodbye knowing you'll never see them again.
Fire: Making something, smoke in your eyes, putting your hand on hot asphalt to see how long you can hold it, fulfilling a promise, barbaque sauce, spices, eating something that's still hot enough to burn your tongue but not caring, calousses.
Wind: Deep breathes, cony jokes, running fast, clumsiness, doing so much you forget to rest, used guitar picks, a lyric that makes your chest grow tight, platonicly holding hands, cat naps, old stuffed animals, tight hugs, tie dye shrt that are too big.
Water: The sound of a rocky beach, smooth pebbles between your toes, holding someone close, pressure building in your ears when you dive, sudden dread, teenage delusions of immortality, sand everywhere, panic attacks, waiting, calling it.
Shadow: Thinking lint is actually a bug, deep dea creatures, laughing so hard you're just wheezing, glow in the dark stars, going through a haunted house together, knowing a secret, someone passing you in hide and go seek, telling cheesy ghost stories but scaring yourself.
Ice: Wind whistling, organized notes, air so cold it hurts, long nights, strange lights in the sky, sharing a drink, brightness, untainted, tangling your legs together, sharp notes, flashing glasses, the sound of things being written down.
Lightening: Working past your limits, hair on limbs standing on end, overheating laptops, too many energy drinks, weird noises coming from the engine, red lights, blue coveralls, chemical burrns, earning your due, improvement, running ahead.
Light: Thrift shops, old notebooks, almost empty pens, studying so hard the words bleed off the page, classical music, all nighters, the letter a, being on top of a hill, the spots in your eyes after staring into the sun too long, friendly gossip.
Arcane: Carmel frappuccino, space leggings, worn out copies of Lovecraft, clear skies, realizing how small you really are, turning nihilism on its head, unease, whispering in your ear, cotton candy, knowing how much you dont, late night (mis)adventures.
Plague: Blood going down the back of your throat, passing a test thought you were going to fail, rest stops, picking at scabs, old scars, hedonism, mouth watering, too big grins, pumped up music, cohesive teamwork, noogies.
Nature: The smell after it rains, eating vegatables, allergies, rolling in leaves, things growing out of concrete, a good stretch, tea, flipping rocks for worms, kindergarden bean sprout projects, dirt under your nails, slowmo footage of fungi blooming.
Post what you associate with each Flight's theme
[quote name="Souperal" date=2015-07-08 23:40:42]
Lightening: Working past your limits, hair on limbs standing on end, overheating laptops, too many energy drinks, weird noises coming from the engine, red lights, blue coveralls, chemical burrns, earning your due, improvement, running ahead.
Post what you associate with each Flight's theme
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Bossman yelling at us to GET BACK TO WORK
Souperal wrote on 2015-07-08:
Lightening: Working past your limits, hair on limbs standing on end, overheating laptops, too many energy drinks, weird noises coming from the engine, red lights, blue coveralls, chemical burrns, earning your due, improvement, running ahead.
Post what you associate with each Flight's theme
Bossman yelling at us to GET BACK TO WORK
Wind: aching fingers and wind-chapped lips, tousled hair and bright eyes. Late nights and "let's see where this takes me"s and excited rambling.
Light: cramping palms and squinting at something tiny for far too long, scrutinizing, judgmental but not cruel. Harsh, sometimes, and "I know you're lying to me"s and long talks that bore the heck out of almost everyone.
Water: quiet, peaceful, deep bass thrumming in the background, "I knew it"s and "told you so"s, salt in your eyes, the taste of warm water on a hot day.
Nature: moist soil tumbling through fingers, splinters, dappled leaf shadows on the ground, climbing trees, bark beneath bare toes, snapping twigs underfoot. "Shh" and "hold on a second"s, patience and quiet cheering.
Ice: brittle voices, high and thin; fast-flowing water under thin crusts of ice pack, the crunch of snow under boots, punching through the ice layer when it rains after it snows. Steaming breath and numb fingers around hot cocoa, quick exchanges before departing.
Plague: the cold you always get right before the holidays that makes you feel disgusting, picking up dog poop in the backyard, scrubbing bile stains off of clothing until your hands are raw, the feeling of a hard task accomplished, success, victory against enormous odds.
Earth: the feeling of deja vu when you see a familiar face, stale hellos and fragile goodbyes, strung with unspoken promises that will eventually be broken, arms wrapped around fragile shoulders, the feeling of leaning into someone's side.
Fire: sweat stinging in your eyes, "I can do it"s and "push myself harder"s, even when you can't and your muscles ache and you feel like crying, getting up after a hard night, the bruises on your shins that you can never quite figure out the cause of, tiny scars lacing your hands.
Lighting: popping your knuckles, cracking your neck, listening to your back stretch as you stand up for the first time in hours, shoes squeaking, harsh fluorescent lighting, the stains you get on your fingers from wiping Expo marker off a whiteboard with your bare hands, high-fives upon accomplishment, forks in a toaster.
Shadow: impossible odds, rigged dice; wicked, curving smiles in the dark. The feeling of toes bumping under the table, footsie without the effort; fingers locked around a winning hand, sharp eyes and false faces.
Arcane: looking at the stars without light pollution, wondering how big the universe(s) is (are), quiet voices in quiet places, turning the page in a book, accidentally spilling coffee on the newspaper, curling your toes in your favorite fleece blanket.
Also, the word for the smell after it rains is "Pertichor"
Wind: aching fingers and wind-chapped lips, tousled hair and bright eyes. Late nights and "let's see where this takes me"s and excited rambling.
Light: cramping palms and squinting at something tiny for far too long, scrutinizing, judgmental but not cruel. Harsh, sometimes, and "I know you're lying to me"s and long talks that bore the heck out of almost everyone.
Water: quiet, peaceful, deep bass thrumming in the background, "I knew it"s and "told you so"s, salt in your eyes, the taste of warm water on a hot day.
Nature: moist soil tumbling through fingers, splinters, dappled leaf shadows on the ground, climbing trees, bark beneath bare toes, snapping twigs underfoot. "Shh" and "hold on a second"s, patience and quiet cheering.
Ice: brittle voices, high and thin; fast-flowing water under thin crusts of ice pack, the crunch of snow under boots, punching through the ice layer when it rains after it snows. Steaming breath and numb fingers around hot cocoa, quick exchanges before departing.
Plague: the cold you always get right before the holidays that makes you feel disgusting, picking up dog poop in the backyard, scrubbing bile stains off of clothing until your hands are raw, the feeling of a hard task accomplished, success, victory against enormous odds.
Earth: the feeling of deja vu when you see a familiar face, stale hellos and fragile goodbyes, strung with unspoken promises that will eventually be broken, arms wrapped around fragile shoulders, the feeling of leaning into someone's side.
Fire: sweat stinging in your eyes, "I can do it"s and "push myself harder"s, even when you can't and your muscles ache and you feel like crying, getting up after a hard night, the bruises on your shins that you can never quite figure out the cause of, tiny scars lacing your hands.
Lighting: popping your knuckles, cracking your neck, listening to your back stretch as you stand up for the first time in hours, shoes squeaking, harsh fluorescent lighting, the stains you get on your fingers from wiping Expo marker off a whiteboard with your bare hands, high-fives upon accomplishment, forks in a toaster.
Shadow: impossible odds, rigged dice; wicked, curving smiles in the dark. The feeling of toes bumping under the table, footsie without the effort; fingers locked around a winning hand, sharp eyes and false faces.
Arcane: looking at the stars without light pollution, wondering how big the universe(s) is (are), quiet voices in quiet places, turning the page in a book, accidentally spilling coffee on the newspaper, curling your toes in your favorite fleece blanket.
Also, the word for the smell after it rains is "Pertichor"
a bit nicer
Earth: The nostalgic feeling you get when looking at childhood things, the slight wonder at details that lasted through time.
Fire: the rush of relief at a completed project, the vibrating tension in you when you get really into talking about something, smiles shared over something in common.
Water: the feeling of waves on your skin after you've been in the water too long, vivid colors being found after washing the sand away.
Wind: the breeze on a hot day, paint drops on clothes you never washed out, the shudder you get when listening to your new favorite song.
Ice: untouched snow after a storm, light reflecting on icicles, feeling lethargic after you wake up in a warm bed during a cold day.
Lightning: that tunnel vision you get when working on something you /know/ you can finish, something brittle that crumbles as you touch it.
Light: prisms, windchimes that sound like church bells and suddenly being able to look at something in a new perspective.
Shadow: sitting in the corner and being able to see everyone go about their lives, the hum of a coin that just got flipped.
Nature: four leaf clovers, holding leaves up to the light to see their veins and not needing to be thanked for something good you did.
Plague: chewing on your nails until their raw, that swoop in your gut at missing a step down the stairs only to right yourself.
Arcane: the flickers int he corner of your eye, concentric circles, the tiny shudder that goes through you at the touch of a cool stone that you couldn't stop staring at.
a bit nicer
Earth: The nostalgic feeling you get when looking at childhood things, the slight wonder at details that lasted through time.
Fire: the rush of relief at a completed project, the vibrating tension in you when you get really into talking about something, smiles shared over something in common.
Water: the feeling of waves on your skin after you've been in the water too long, vivid colors being found after washing the sand away.
Wind: the breeze on a hot day, paint drops on clothes you never washed out, the shudder you get when listening to your new favorite song.
Ice: untouched snow after a storm, light reflecting on icicles, feeling lethargic after you wake up in a warm bed during a cold day.
Lightning: that tunnel vision you get when working on something you /know/ you can finish, something brittle that crumbles as you touch it.
Light: prisms, windchimes that sound like church bells and suddenly being able to look at something in a new perspective.
Shadow: sitting in the corner and being able to see everyone go about their lives, the hum of a coin that just got flipped.
Nature: four leaf clovers, holding leaves up to the light to see their veins and not needing to be thanked for something good you did.
Plague: chewing on your nails until their raw, that swoop in your gut at missing a step down the stairs only to right yourself.
Arcane: the flickers int he corner of your eye, concentric circles, the tiny shudder that goes through you at the touch of a cool stone that you couldn't stop staring at.
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[quote name="Souperal" date=2015-07-08 23:40:42]
Shadow: Thinking lint is actually a bug, deep dea creatures, laughing so hard you're just wheezing, glow in the dark stars, going through a haunted house together, knowing a secret, someone passing you in hide and go seek, telling cheesy ghost stories but scaring yourself.
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Well, I certainly chose the right flight!
Souperal wrote on 2015-07-08:
Shadow: Thinking lint is actually a bug, deep dea creatures, laughing so hard you're just wheezing, glow in the dark stars, going through a haunted house together, knowing a secret, someone passing you in hide and go seek, telling cheesy ghost stories but scaring yourself.
Well, I certainly chose the right flight!
This is beautiful! It only fuels my desire to move to Wind more (or just switch flights in general, hehe) ;w; @
Sunset I want to save this for later.
Edit: Wind-- singing songs around the campfire with your friends.
Arcane-- Wishing on stars that you see on a car ride, going on highways and wondering where the other roads lead
(that's all I have for now)
This is beautiful! It only fuels my desire to move to Wind more (or just switch flights in general, hehe) ;w; @
Sunset I want to save this for later.
Edit: Wind-- singing songs around the campfire with your friends.
Arcane-- Wishing on stars that you see on a car ride, going on highways and wondering where the other roads lead
(that's all I have for now)
The ice ones are so spot on :o
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ttakooo gonna check back later
The ice ones are so spot on :o
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ttakooo gonna check back later
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