#dream 🌠

[sextavas]

Woman in Love

Life is a moment in space 🌌 When the dream is gone 🌠 It's a lonelier place 😔 I kiss the morning goodbye 🌅 But down inside you know ❤️ We never know why 🤷 The road is narrow and long 🛤️ When eyes meet eyes 👁️👁️ And the feeling is strong 💪

[mouseycometz]

Look at Starscream helping his human acquaintance fit into her dress!

How nice of him! 👗❤️

Thanks again for the beautiful artwork, Safey!

(🎨 by @oversafez)

[necroangelz]

☆ ❛ STREAM ALERT !! ❜ NECROANGELZ is streaming ♡ ⁓⁓ Come watch ?

❛ make it! you’re unbeatable once you get started! ❜

❛ make up! headed for a gloriously shining future! ❜ —- MAKE IT!

♡ NOW WATCHING : Dreamy Colors Pastel Fan Road Graphics ☆ ⁓⁓ Enjoy the stream !!

—- requested by @slaayer

—- i think it's only dawning on me now just how many fucking graphics i edited. no wonder this shit took me 5 days even with my hyperfocus activated. thank god uu specifically asked me to exclude chu² otherwise this would've taken even longer

—- this might be the most graphics I've ever edited for a set

—- likes and reblogs are always appreciated. credits are mandatory. thank you for supporting the angelic streamer.

[mullet--head]

@justanidiotartist chat did i cook

[hyakunana]

✨💖 Winner gets desir———

[sainz100]

2024 Hungarian GP | x (edited)

[yoan-le-grall]

[crossbowwss]

cosmic tragedy (3/4)

[thenothlng]

i hope its us in the end detail shots below the cut.

[vladdyissues]

Being in the Danny Phantom fandom has enriched my life in many ways. Artistically, through learning new drawing styles and writing tones and genres—but also scientifically. Specifically, it introduced me to the works of Carl Sagan.

How? Well, I needed something for Vlad and Danny to be watching in chapter 12 of Familiar. I randomly chose Cosmos, the series written and hosted by Carl Sagan. Like any obsessive good author, I ended up watching the episode that featured in the story. This is neat stuff, I thought. I'll have to come back and watch the whole series later.

Well, I did. And I found a copy of Sagan's Billions and Billions: Thoughts on Life and Death at the Brink of the Millennium at my local library. It's been a long time since I read nonfiction for the sake of learning, but I fell back into the groove easily (which reopened the door to—and rekindled an interest in—science and continuing my informal education). In short, I ended up loving Carl.

I'm close to the end of Billions of Billions, which has occupied a semi-permanent spot on my bedside table for several weeks. Last night, as I went to turn off my lamp, I reached over the back cover of the book, upon which Carl's kind, smiling photograph looked wistfully to the upper corner.

I wish I had known him, I thought.

Carl died of complications of MDS in December 1996.

That night, as usual, I had dreams. As one segued into another, I found myself wandering around a classroom laboratory with several other students, where apparently we were gathering for an after-school club of sorts. (I think it was some kind of week-long extracurricular event.) As I was trying to figure out what I was supposed to be doing, I heard a voice say, "There you are."

I turned and saw Carl Sagan—my professor. He was smiling.

"We've missed you. It's been a week."

I can't imagine, even in dreams, skipping a class taught by the Carl Sagan. Before I could stammer out an excuse, he waved his hand.

"Don't worry about it. At least you made it to the last meeting. Come on, it's just starting."

I don't know what happened after that. Everything was put on fast forward and 1x speed only returned as the meeting adjourned and students began to disperse. I felt as if I'd missed out on everything—a recurring theme in most of my dreams, especially academic-based ones.

And then Carl, still smiling, approached me. The next thing I knew, he was hugging me tightly. Stunned (and elated, I can't lie), I hugged him back. He had mass and warmth. I felt the bones of his back and scapulae beneath the thick velveteen layers of his brown corduroy jacket. His chin pressed my shoulder.

"I love you," he said, and I could hear his patient smile.

I think I responded. I don't know. I was overwhelmed. We parted, he turned, and disappeared. No goodbye or farewell, no instruction on what to do next. Just the words I love you glowing inside me like a new star.

Would he have said something like that in reality? I don't know. All I know is that this was my dream and he did.

Then this particular dream episode ended and I reluctantly moved on to the next one.

I don't put stock in the supernatural these days, but it was nice to have my wish of "meeting" Carl Sagan granted in this small, abstract way.

[technicalknockout]

just finished watching dream productions. it is GOOD

[julyposts]

[necroangelz]

cho~! cho~! cho~! so sweet, sweet! cho~chocolate . . . !

but somehow this sweetness and happiness just isn't enough !!

event prize for @battampria

RIMI USHIGOME GRAPHICS! aaahh oh my god i had SO MUCH FUN MAKING THESE!! i hope these are okay bc i might've went too far and strayed away from the requested theme... (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠) bandori characters are low-key so easy to edit and the final product always looks nice lmao

like/rb and creds appreciated!

NOW PLAYING: Chocolate Bass Recipe by Rimi Ushigome !!

[dedi-ashour]

WOoOoW such a powerful aurora!

❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥🩷💚🧡❄️💫🔭🧑🏻‍🚀🤩

[entwinedreams]

funny little guy wip

[reddstardust]

Hexside squad + tattoos