#beautiful small space

[valonychroms]

Contemporary Living Room - Living Room Small contemporary loft-style living room idea with a dark wood floor and white walls

[egophiliac]

do skully have pokemon?

Pumpkaboo is the obvious one, but y'know, sometimes the obvious one is the right one! (we'll say SUPER SIZE Pumpkaboo, just for fun. big pumpkin for big skeleton boy.) and another person actually also suggested Greavard, which I somehow hadn't considered, but feels so perfect that I feel like I should have. dangit.

(they can also have little Nightmare Suit costumes :D)

[boxheadpaint]

love artist impressions based on data of exoplanets but for some reason absolutely thrilled by the Shittiest Actual Photographs we have of them. the obvious thing is that unlike stars, exoplanets are 1)small and 2)not usually emitting any strong visible light. this makes them near impossible to get a clear photo of and every image you see of a fully defined sphere with colors or clouds is entirely from the mind of an artist based on the available data and conclusions of said data of that particular insterstellar piece of Thing. every photograph of the real physical object is always Very small and ... doesn't tell you much because the planet itself only takes up maybe 3% of the image

if i had to take a guess, to get any visual on them you need them to be reflecting the light of their nearby star At An Angle Facing The Camera, and slash or giving off their own infrared light, and even then theyre still So Small that they show up as just little glowing jellybeans

when it comes to Different Kinds Of Stuff In Space just being able to barely see these things that we know exist makes me bizarrely nervous and delighted, not for the fear of like oh aliens are gonna fucking get me or anything but i think for just being aware of something unfathomable far out of our reach. like an ant suddenly realizing that its living on a massive globe larger than anything its ever understood and on the other side of that globe is like, a dilapidated barn or something else seemingly inane in the grand scheme of things and the ant has to sit and think about what that barn is like for the thrill i suppose

[thegikitiki]

Living Room Decor, 1974

[esomaniac]

Isaac pile

[kotikaleo]

Look what I have!!!

Well okay I didn't HAVE HAVE it yet, but my manufacturer was so kind to film me a lil video of the sample to see how handsome this design will turn out 🌸🌺🌸

https://www.etsy.com/shop/KotikaLeo

👀

reblogs are appropriated

[a-dream-seeking-light]

Two galaxies suspended over an aurora by u/ThatAstroGuyNZ via r/Stargazing

[professorjjong]

Blue Night 231119

It’s the final episode of Blue Night before it goes off air. The hosts Okdal, who were weekly guests during Jonghyun’s stint as the host, played SHINee’s “Ode to You” going into the third part of the show.

Okdal: “We’re beginning the third part of the show by listening to SHINee’s ‘Ode to You.’ Listening [to this song] makes me think of our beloved SHINee… our beloved Jjong-D. Especially today.”

Cr. geeknim via professorjjong (kor➡️jpn➡️eng)

[toadstooltealights]

[jonletsdraw]

Took me the whole of yesterday to complete this drawing but it was worth it 🌳🍃✍️

I hope you like it ☺️

(oh also if you are on Instagram then give me a follow: @heyitsjon_92, i’ll put the link below 👇)

[moaan]

Close-Up Portait of Jack Russell Terrier by Katsuaki Shoda Via Flickr: Canon EOS R6m2 + RF24-105mm F4L IS USM

[cuteniaarts]

@katkastrofa, circa 40-ish hours ago: Hey, what if our newest bunch of OCs adopted a baby from one of the other brothel girls who knew she couldn’t afford to raise one? That would make for some fun shenanigans :D

Me, with a notoriously non existent sleep schedule, instinct of self preservation or concern for my poor wrist: Alright, bet. Watch how fast I can make you fall in love with this hypothetical baby >:)

Daneli as a gentle and loving caretaker-turned-adoptive-mother is something that can be So Personal, actually, and originally I was going to leave it at this quick sketch, but then I got carried away thinking about what this child will grow up to be like raised by this little gang of misfits, so…

Here she is!! A little older and so, so beautiful, I need more of her in my life immediately, she’s way too precious

And, because I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t also add a sapphic element to this absolute cinnamon roll, a small crack ship that I’m only half serious about for when she’s a little older still:

All in all, we may be getting impossibly far from canon, but I for one already cannot get enough of sweet darling Kumisai <3

(I fully drew three pieces from scratch in 9 hours I cannot feel my brain or my hands anymore send help)

[ley-med]

Laying down under the stars for even a short amount of time will make me philosophical

Just watching them is making me sad that I won't get to see the future, as in centuries and millennias later, to see what it looks like. That I won't get to see what's out there in the enormity of space and will never get to travel amongst the stars. The want to get to know the unknown, the want to explore is sometimes overwhelming you know?

But what brings me even more comfort and relief is to know that I won't have to mourn the time we now call present, won't have to be sad to see it gone, because I will be gone with it? Curiosity be damned, this time is my home and I love it with all its ugly and its beauty.

When I was little, Stanislaw Lem's novel Return from the Stars made an enormous impression on me. And looking back now, I feel that book is close to my heart on a very different level... Back then, I couldn't understand why he wouldn't leave the Earth again for the promise of the stars. Now I get it.

[skayafair]

I love Neon Frights Twyla so much. It took me some time to grow properly fond of her, but now she's THE doll. I used to want a few others but the satisfaction her different looks and styling them gives me is so much better than any other doll I have or is/has been manufactured that I've lost interest in them.

I still like my small collection, each doll has a place in my heart and a purpose (or, well, that's the way it was intended - I'm afraid Twyla snatched a few roles for herself now), I contemplated selling them and felt a sharp NO in response, so I'm not willing to part with them. I guess they'll be mostly only displayed now, even though I'm more used to playing with them - restyling, reorganizing the poses and their places on the shelf...

I wanted to take up sewing months ago - for more than a year, actually. But I barely managed just one simple and not very well-done temporary outfit before Twyla appeared. Now though... I've already made 2 outfits for her, and I'm even proud of the latter one! I want to make more though. Her image is just so vibrant and pleasant to my eyes.

I'm not sure what the exact reason is - maybe that she's made in my 2 favorite colours? Or just her overall look? No idea. I'm just happy she exists.

She's so much of a comfort doll for me that I took her on my week long trip to the countryside and was SO GLAD I did. Because everyone was nervous and snappish all the time, so I felt terrible, too, and one family member made me so angry just constantly... Then I looked at Twyla and felt much better. Aesthetic pleasure goes a long way I guess.

She sits to the left of me whenever I need to complete some tedious task that requires concentration - with my ADHD it feels like gearing up for fighting a mountain each time. But whenever I look at her, I feel more encouraged.

She watches over my sleep. My dreams are really interesting when I remember them, and I can recall just one or two really bad ones in months.

She really became my little companion.

Look at her, she's so prettyyyyy! 💜

[heart-songs]

Lullaby for the Grieving

by Ashley M. Jones

at the Sipsey River

make small steps. in this wild place there are signs of life everywhere. sharp spaces, too: the slip of a rain-glazed rock against my searching feet. small steps, like prayers— each one a hope exhaled into the trees. please, let me enter. please, let me leave whole. there are, too, the tiny sounds of faraway birds. the safety in their promise of song. the puddle forming, finally, after summer rain. the golden butterfly against the cave-dark. maybe there are angels here, too—  what else can i call the crown of light  atop the leaves? what else can i call my footsteps forward, small, small, sure?

[toadstooltealights]