#Stardust Planet

[adakodasoda]

Shiritsu Ebisu Chugaku's Kokubo Yuno, Sakurai Emma and Nakamura Yuna had a Lunch

They talked about their favorite food, what Emma & Yuna thought about Cocona, Yuno and Nonoka as their senior member, about what to look forward on their annual summer concert "Famien", it would be the first for Emma and Yuna and the second Famien for Yuno.

They also had a gummy party after the lunch.

Watch the video with English Subtitle here:

[emacrow]

Um.. Superman.. what that thing stuck on your cape?

Clark's brain short circuit for a moment as he just got back of flying at great speed in the middle of deep space to thrown one of Lex's giants bombs destroy the city and come back in record time.

He turn a bit to look at his cape to see a tiny humanoid starlight dust covered child with white hair, glowing full green that look like white specks stars were implanted themselves into his big ol eyes, nawing on a handful of stardust with inhumanly sharp itsy bitsy fangs.

A small yet floating crown that look similar to one of Nasa pictures of far out space.

Did he just accidentally abducted an royal alien child/teen?

[the-wolf-and-moon]

Stardust From Comet Halley Falls To Earth

[anoddworld]

Hehehe!

Cue the 101 character tags lmao

[aliettali]

@csidepooltide the sleeperrrr

[ghostlyfleur]

steve harrington x reader

♡

he’s the universe— your universe.

steve started drawing stars around your scars from the very first time he listened to taylor’s cardigan. it was his way of showing how beautiful he thinks you are, scars and all.

it’s ironic, really, how you’ve always felt as though steve was bigger than the whole sky, a starry night, your whole universe, and now here he was adding cute, mismatched stars to your body as though you’re his universe. it became your thing, so to speak, turning each other into constellations and pretty skies and clouds and planets, you add orion’s belt to his back by using his freckles as connect-the-dots, and he turns your bruised thigh into saturn by adding rings and stars. lazy days spent in bed are always accompanied by markers and pens, paints and brushes to turn your stevie’s back into a pretty sunset one day, a colorful sunrise the next, always adding a heart here and there because you can’t help it. one day, as you softly press lazy kisses to every freckle you can reach on your boys’ skin, he feels as though he’s the luckiest guy in the world, a long sigh escaping him as he settles into this dream you’ve brought to his life, “jus’ thanking the universe i’m lucky enough to be yours” “stevie, you are the universe”

[swordheld]

hi! your blog is one of my favourites and i absolutely adore reading your thoughts. my grandfather recently passed away and it feels like i lost myself with him. how do i continue living after this? there is this constant weight on my chest and it feels like an emptiness has made a home inside of me. how do i go on when it feels like the world crashed on my shoulders?

hello, love! this is so very sweet and kind of you, and i hope you're treating yourself gently and kindly right now - there aren't words for a loss like this. that heaviness is difficult, and hard, and painful. it's okay if things don't feel okay, right now, or even soon - i think that's something that a lot of the people i know that have gone through similar grief feel: like they should be able to get back to a relative 'normal' in a [insert far too short period of time].

but it's okay if it hurts. that's where i'd like to start. you're allowed to feel that emptiness, that world-crashed feeling that goes beyond words, beyond time. don't feel like you have to rush this to feel some sort of better. things get easier with time, i promise you this, but sometimes painful feelings are important to feel, too. cry, scream, feel your emotions. they're a part of you. grieve.

it's perhaps a little silly, but when i think about death i always think about a couple of space songs: mainly drops of jupiter by train and saturn by sleeping at last. there are perhaps others that speak to the emotions better, but these two have always hit something a little deeper for me, and are popular for a wide-reaching reason.

and while personally i don't know much about grief like this, i do know a lot about love; and i think they're a lot of the same thing.

the people we love are a part of us, and this is why it takes from us so deeply when we lose them, because it does feel like we've lost a part of ourselves in the wake of it. but it's because they were so central to our experiences of living - our lives, that the separation introduces a hollowness - a place where they used to be. a home that now goes unlived in.

an emptiness, like you said.

but just because they're not here physically, doesn't mean he's not still there, in your heart, in your life, your memory. you can hold him close in smaller ways, as well: steal a sweater, or cologne/scent for something a little more physical and long lasting for remembering. hold onto the memories you cherish, the things that made you laugh, the ease of slow mornings and gentle nights. write them all down, slide a few photographs in there, go through it and add more when you miss him. keep them all close, keep them in your heart.

you're not alone, in this. he's still there, with you, it's just - in the little things.

he's with you in the way you see and go about your daily life, in doing what he liked to do, in the ways he interacted with the world that you shared with him. the memories you recall fondly when the night is late or the moment is right and something calls it into you like a melody, an old bell, laughter you'd recognize anywhere.

but i think, perhaps most importantly above all others - talk about him. with your family, your friends, his friends, strangers; stories are how we keep the people we love alive. the connections they've made, the legacies and experiences they've left behind, and so, so many stories.

how lucky, we are - to love so much it takes a piece of us when they go. grief is the other side of the coin, but it does not mean our love goes away. it lives in you. it lives in everyone who knew him, in the smallest pieces of our lives.

the people we love never really leave us, like this: they're in how we cook and the way we fold our newspapers, our laundry, in the radio stations we tune in to and the way we decorate our walls, our photo albums. they're in the way we store our mail, organize our closets, the scribbled notes in the indexes of our books. the meals we love and the drinks we mix, the way we spend time with one another. they've been passed down for generations, for longer than history - and we are all the luckier for it.

think about what you shared with him, and do it intentionally. bring him into your life, like this, again. whether it's crosswords or poetry or sports or anything else. if one doesn't help, try another. something might click.

i hope things feel a little easier for you, as they tend to do only with time. i hope you find joy in your grief, even if it is small and hard to grasp at first. know that your hurt stems from so much love that there isn't a place to put it properly, and that it is something so meaningful and hurting poets and storytellers have been struggling to put it into words and sounds that feel like the fit right for eons, and that it is also just simply yours. sometimes things don't have to make sense. sometimes they just are - unable to be put into words or neat little sentiments, as unfair and tragic as they come.

but i promise it will not feel like this forever. your love is real. and perhaps, on where to begin on from here - i think it's less on finding where to begin and just beginning. and you've already started. you've taken the most important and crucial step: the first one. wherever you go, after that, from here? you'll figure it out. you always have, and you always do. it'll come, as things always do. love leads us, as does light - and you're never alone in your hurt. in your grief, your missing something dear to you. i think if you talk about it with others, you'll find they have ways of helping you cope as well - and they have so much love of their own to spare, too.

as an aside, here is the song (northern star by dom fera) i was listening to when i wrote this, for no other reason more than it makes me think of connections, and love, and how we hold onto the people we love and how they change us, wonderfully and intrinsically. it's a little more joyous than the others i've mentioned, and plays like a story, and it made me think of what is at the core of this, love and stories and i am here with you, and maybe it'll bring you some joy, if you'd like it. wishing you all my love and ease 💛

[oscarisaacasimov]

is it even possible to make media about straight pirates, is my question

[blluntrotation]

Go and win the race of time‼️⏱

[adakodasoda]

[English Subtitle] Cho Tokimeki Sendenbu's Tsujino Kanam birthday party live stream

[ask-cookie-run-rarepairs]

Hey so the Black Hole looks like Stardust cookie

I know it's two different timelines (CRK and CROB), but the lore seems consistent:

Stardust cookie was extracted from Moonlight's dough because stardust would give Moonlight powerful, but unstable powers (see CRK Chp 16 main story, Stardust's Wizard's journal).

Stardust does have unstable powers: he can turn into a bird-like form called Fiery Star's Wrath, which if overused will turn him into a dark vortex (black hole equivalent in CRK).

The Black Hole here looks pretty similar to Stardust's bird form.

It all matches up! I'm not saying that this is Stardust (it's likely he never even existed in CROB), but this is consistent lore-wise with how a black hole would look like if it was alive, and in this case, the Black Hole is alive! Note I didn't finish the Xylitol story yet, so I don't know more details.

[artofmaquenda]

She has been in the womb for eight months. But her journey began long, long ago. The elements that made her came from dying stars.

The water that flows through her body came from distant worlds.

The energy that powers her muscles came from the heart of our sun.

But it that most mysterious ingredient, the one that started ticking 13.8 billion years ago...that had led all other ingredients to this moment.

In this place. On this planet.

We are living in the age of starlight. A moment when time's arrow has filled the universe with beauty and wonder.

But it's a brief window of time that will never be repeated in the history of our universe.

No one can slow the passage of time, nor should we try.

Because without time, There would be no now.

No moment in the sun. No moments, period.

Without time, There would be no life.

- Morgan Freeman quote from 'Our Universe'

This documentary hit me so hard in the feels and this specific part especially encapsulates how I tried to express myself through this piece so perfectly. 😭😭😭😭😢✨🌌💚

[anoddworld]

Shhh… they’re cuddling….

[horseshoemybeloved]

😑😑😑

[chaos-creature-on-the-roof]

how are people not more excited by the sky and stars

the universe is literally in your backyard

it makes shapes and animals and we give them names and send friends to visit the and take selfies (Oppy we love you).

that's so cool

sometimes you can see the milky way if your away from cities (I can see the white outlines faintly)

like hello existence. nice to see you. very bright today

and shooting stars? meteors? comets? things that may have been propelled from a planet billions of years away, gone in a minute, but we get to see them?? were so lucky!!!

we may have come from the same stardust that those shooting stars may contain!! we may eventually be apart of one ourselves!!!! that's so insane!!

but yeah. stars.

[bewitchedmold]

"Milf hunter kakyoin canon" "kakyoin canonically likes Jotaros mom" "kakyoin likes milfs-" SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT THE FUCK UP😭