#space bound

[lifewithdream]

Just promise me you'll think of me every time you look up in the sky and see a Star

[saraminia]

We touch, I feel a rush, we clutch, it isn't much

But it's enough to make me wonder what's in store for us

It's lust, it's torturous, you must be a sorceress

'Cause you just did the impossible, gained my trust

Don't play games, it'd be dangerous if you fuck me over

'Cause if I get burnt, I'ma show ya what it's like to hurt

'Cause I've been treated like dirt befo' ya

And love is evol, spell it backwards, I'll show ya

Nobody knows me, I'm cold, walk down this road all alone

It's no one's fault but my own, it's the path I've chosen to go

Frozen as snow, I show no emotion whatsoever, so

Don't ask me why I have no love for these mo'fuckin' ho's

Blood suckin' succubuses, what the fuck is up with this?

I've tried in this department, but I ain't had no luck with this

It sucks, but it's exactly what I thought it would be

Like tryin' to start over

I've got a hole in my heart for some kind of emotional roller coaster

Somethin' I won't go on, so you toy with my emotions, ho, it's over

It's like an explosion every time I hold ya, I wasn't jokin' when I told ya

You take my breath away, you're a supernova and I'm a

I'm a space bound rocket ship and your heart's the moon

And I'm aimin' right at you, right at you

250, 000 miles on a clear night in June

And I'm aimin' right at you, right at you, right at you

[mynameizace]

[shenanigan-central]

TROLL DOODLES!!!! If you’re wondering who Skaben’s “Step-bro” is, that’s Kiddry Trainn, he’s based off of the I Like Trains Kid/Ryan- Since Tomska created him it would make sense to make them somewhat related to each other- Might as well put his info sheet here!!

[More art of him teehee]

7 sweeps

He/Him pronouns

Mage of of Doom

Derse dreamer

5’8

Near black teal blood [Mutant blood]

Voice claim: The I Like Trains Kid/Ryan from ASDF Movie [Edd Gould]

Your name is KIDDRY TRAINN and your INTERESTS include WOODWORKING, LOCOMOTIVES, TOY TRAINS, and COAL, specifically…You really, really like trains. You have mutated NEAR BLACK TEAL BLOOD which your “LUSUS” told you to hide, fearing for your safety when you were older. You are quiet and stiff due to your autism, and by extension your selective mutism. You get around fine by using small cards to write your words on. However, the only words you do say are: “I like trains.” You are a helpful, straightforward, and playful little man. You’d be a great conductor if you were allowed to get a job. You have issues with controlling the direction of your TRAIN-LIKE PSIONICS, and often end up running people over by accident, that includes yourself. you are surprisingly resilient to being run over. The other people though? You’d like to not think about it. You feel horrible when you accidentally hurt someone with your TRAIN-LIKE PSIONICS, and wish you could learn how to contain them. But to not dwell on bringing destruction to others or even yourself, you stay blank, blanker then you usually are, hoping it’ll help with keeping your abilities under your control. Your Trolltag is fireboxCharcoal, and you only type when to say…”I like trains.” You don’t really have a quirk.

[akatsukiwannabe]

Space Bound by Eminem

We touch, I feel a rush, we clutch, it isn't much

But it's enough to make me wonder what's in store for us

It's lust, it's torturous, you must be a sorceress

'Cause you just did the impossible, gained my trust

Don't play games, it'd be dangerous if you fuck me over

'Cause if I get burnt, I'ma show ya what it's like to hurt

'Cause I've been treated like dirt befo' ya

And love is evol, spell it backwards, I'll show ya

Nobody knows me, I'm cold, walk down this road all alone

It's no one's fault but my own, it's the path I've chosen to go

Frozen as snow, I show no emotion whatsoever, so

Don't ask me why I have no love for these mo'fuckin' ho's

Blood suckin' succubuses, what the fuck is up with this?

I've tried in this department, but I ain't had no luck with this

It sucks, but it's exactly what I thought it would be

Like tryin' to start over

I've got a hole in my heart for some kind of emotional roller coaster

Somethin' I won't go on, so you toy with my emotions, ho, it's over

It's like an explosion every time I hold ya, I wasn't jokin' when I told ya

You take my breath away, you're a supernova and I'm a

I'm a space bound rocket ship and your heart's the moon

And I'm aimin' right at you, right at you

250, 000 miles on a clear night in June

And I'm aimin' right at you, right at you, right at you

I'll do whatever it takes, when I'm with you I get the shakes

My body aches when I ain't with you I have zero strength

There's no limit on how far I would go, no boundaries, no lengths

Why do we say that until we get that person that we thinks

Gonna be that one and then once we get 'em, it's never the same?

You want 'em when they don't want you

Soon as they do, feelings change

It's not a contest and I ain't on no conquest for no mate

I wasn't lookin' when I stumbled onto you, musta been fate

But so much is at stake, what the fuck does it take?

Let's cut to the chase

'Fore the door shuts in your face, promise me if I cave in and break

And leave myself open that I won't be makin' a mistake

'Cause I'm a

I'm a space bound rocket ship and your heart's the moon

And I'm aimin' right at you, right at you

250, 000 miles on a clear night in June

And I'm aimin' right at you, right at you, right at you

So after a year and six months, it's no longer me that you want

But I love you so much it hurts, never mistreated you once

I'll pour my heart out to you, let down my guard, swear to God

I'll blow my brains in your lap, lay here and die in your arms

Drop to my knees and I'm pleadin', I'm tryin' to stop you from leavin'

You won't even listen so fuck it, I'm tryin' to stop you from breathin'

I put both hands on your throat, I sit on top of you, squeezin'

Till I snap your neck like a Popsicle stick

Ain't a possible reason I can think of

To let you walk up out this house and let you live

Tears stream down both of my cheeks, then I let you go and just give

And before I put that gun to my temple, I told you this

And I would've did anything for you to show you how much I adored you

But it's over now, it's too late to save our love

Just promise me you'll think of me

Every time you look up in the sky and see a star 'cause I'm a

I'm a space bound rocket ship and your heart's the moon

And I'm aimin' right at you, right at you

250, 000 miles on a clear night in June

And I'm so lost without you, without you, without you

[iwontspeakthewords]

Nobody knows me, I'm cold, walk down this road all alone

It's no one's fault but my own, it's the path l've chosen to go Frozen as snow, I show no emotion whatsoever, so

Don't ask me why I have no love for these mo'fuckin' ho's

[taro-pdf]

Humans are Space Orcs: Disability in Aliens and Humans

All language is Universal Interplanetary Language unless otherwise specified. Written like a play.

[Kell, human, in the staff break room of a planet-sized spacecraft where they work as a technician. An alien walks in and jumps. Kell doesn't notice.]

Alien, under their breath: what the fuck since when did we have a human on board?? I thought we employed fynta as security…

[Kell turns around and sees them. They wave. The alien stares. Kell puts down their cup and types something on their watch.]

Kell (text to speech, aka TTS): hey, what's up? can I help you?

Alien, under breath: jfdklas;jdjdfls what am I supposed to say to a human???

Kell (TTS): Kell, human, they/them, I've been on board three orbits and I haven't hurt anyone yet. I you can relax.

Alien: Um, Neka, sateen, he/him. And you relax can as well. Human voices aren't harmful to my species.

Kell (TTS): kind of you to offer, but I don't speak, and I can't hear either. My glasses are transcribing your words for me.

Neka aka alien: Oh neat!

[Kell looks at him in suprise.]

Neka: I mean, a lot of my species is deaf. Our world's pretty loud, and hearing is a recessive gene. My parents sent me up for adoption when they realized I wouldn't be able to do anything on-planet because the noise literally hurts, but at least they did't operate to "fix" me.

Kell (TTS): My parents tried to "fix" my hearing but it didn't work out. I can speak with my hands though. [signs in ASL, then types] like that. It's one of the human sign languages.

Neka: WHAT I speak a sign too! [signs in Sateen] You probably don't know that one, but I can do a bit of Universal Traders' Sign as well. it cool I have something in common with one of the scariest species in galaxy!

Kell (traders' sign): Nice to meet you. I promise not all humans are the fighting machines we are said to be.

Neka (traders'): It's been to long since I spoke anything close to my first language. um... you're the first human i've see off a security team and not holding weapons... can you tell me about like everything about humans? I've heard so much.

Kell (traders'): Of course! A lot of it is exaggerated, but there's always some humans who live up to the stories. Let me tell you about them.

[transbookoftheday]

Trans Horror Books

Looking for some trans horror books to read for Halloween? Here you go:

Book titles:

Hell Followed With Us by Andrew Joseph White

The Spirit Bares Its Teeth by Andrew Joseph White

The Ojja-Wojja by Magdalene Visaggio and Jenn St-Onge

Let Me Out by Emmett Nahil and George Williams

The Honeys by Ryan La Sala

Even If We Break by Marieke Nijkamp

Tell Me I’m Worthless by Alison Rumfitt

Brainwyrms by Alison Rumfitt

All the White Spaces by Ally Wilkes

Bound In Flesh by Lor Gislason

[spyglassrealms]

Thinking about how much of a full circle moment the Blue Marble photograph was/is.

This image was taken in 1972 by the crew of Apollo 17 on their way to the Moon - the last humans to ever visit Luna, to date.

And it just so happens that the approximate center of the image is the southeastern region of Africa, under bright noonday sun.

And it just so happens that the southeastern region of Africa, from the Cape to the Horn, is where our most ancient prehuman ancestors, the australopithecines, originally evolved.

Dinkʼinesh ("Lucy"), the holotype of Australopithecus and the genesis of our modern understanding of our species' origins, was not discovered until two years after this photo was taken. In this image, the bones of our most treasured ancestor still lie beneath the earth of Qadaqar, Ethiopia.

This is not just an image of our home planet. This is an image of our cradle. This is where the humanity was born, four million years ago.

What a marvelous coincidence, no?

[dilfmobius]

LOKI 2x05 | "Science/Fiction"

[sleepy-writes-stuff]

DP X DC PROMPT #26

(I'm feeling angsty today.)

(#) = Notes at the end of post

(*) = Just me building off of other ideas.

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Going Supernova

The GIW have discovered his identity, and they don't waste time on using this knowledge to their advantage. They spent the last six months creating a weapon that not only hurts ghosts but absolutely obliterates them down to their very cores. After testing it for so long on minor ghosts and then discovering the local ghostly menace's secret, they have the bright idea to make an example out of Danny.

They ambush him as he's fighting the invading ghost of the day. Their first shot misses and hits the ghost they're fighting. As soon as the shot lands, the ghost freezes in place with a look of dread and horror.

They look up at Danny with tears in their eyes and has only a few precious seconds to say, "Run," before their skin cracks and they shatter, the miniscule shards evaporating into nothingness.

Danny is petrified and grief-stricken over what he just witnessed that he doesn't have the time to even twitch before the GIW lock their sights back onto him and shoot him in the back.

Agony consumes him. His chest burns, and his ribs rattle with the effort it takes for him to breathe through the pain. The civilians who were still on the scene gasped in horror as they watched their local hero's chest start to crack and glow from within.

What the GIW didn't know was that Danny had just recently elevated to Ancient status due to helping Clockwork with the timestream. That and with his status as a halfa, what they did will end in nothing but disaster. (1)

Danny spots his parents, sister, and friends in the crowd. His parents watched in awe and excitement while his Jazz, Sam, and Tucker looked at him with horror-stricken disbelief. Knowing what's to come and not having enough time to explain, he gives them a wobbly smile.

"I'm so sorry."

He whips around and rockets straight up into the sky. He breaks through the atmosphere in a matter of seconds and continues to fly at breakneck speed away from the little green-blue planet he calls home. He has to get away. He can't destabilize so close to them. He has to go even further.

His form is steadily breaking off into pieces as his human and ghost half fight and fail to keep him together. He can feel his human half dying and his ghost half barely holding on by a thread. He can't stop, though. If he stops here, the Earth will be destroyed from the backlash.

He had no worry for himself. After all, stars die all the time. That doesn't mean that's the end for them. They just take on a new form or even help breathe new planets and galaxies into life.

'A star's death is not the end!' He comforts himself.

He only makes it a few light-years further before his energy fades out to nothing, and he slows to a halt. It's only then that Danny starts to panic alone in the vacuum of space. The furthest he's even been from home and the comfort of his friends and family.

"No. No, no, no, no." He repeats over and over. "Not far enough. Not far enough! I'm still too close!!" (2)

His stuttering heart rabbits inside his chest along with his crumbling core. He hugs himself tight with the false hope that maybe that would stop himself from falling apart. He cries for his family, his friends, his planet. His life and lives he's about to take through no fault of his own.

Because for a star to give life, they must first destroy. (3)

"I'm sorry. I-I'm so sorry! Please!"

He sobs into his hands as the light of his core pulses one final time.

"Please." He whispers brokenly.

His core shatters, and he screams for the entire cosmos to hear. His form expands with immeasurable force and shakes the very foundations of creation. His desperate attempt to spare the Earth from his self-destruction was in vain as the waves of his shattered core ravaged the solar system and destroyed everything within its path.

The countless people and other creatures on Earth didn't even have time to blink before they were completely eradicated. Quick and painless but nonetheless gone.

It took centuries for everything to settle again.

It wasn't until countless millennium passed that the solar system began to take shape again. However, everything was reshaped and put back together as though with a child's memory of what it used to be from so long ago. Some things were bound to be different, like how Mars gained its own population of intelligent humanoid creatures. How Earth's own population started to develop extraordinary abilities and magic was able to be used more freely outside of supernatural species.

Soon, there were heroes popping up all over the universe of all shapes, sizes, and species. Some people were even reborn. They started remembering a life that, as far as they knew, never actually existed. How could it? None of the people they were before showed up in any records. There were records, of course. They just, unfortunately, no longer existed.

No one knew why, either. At least not until a magic user stumbled upon a tome belonging to what they knew as the Underworld. It told the story of a young boy who died too young and was destroyed from what he became afterward. How his destruction also destroyed the world despite the boy's efforts to save it.

This story was shared with the masses of people experiencing these memories of other lives, including the heroes who took up the mantle of keeping the Earth and other corners of the galaxy safe. They mourned the loss of a life so young, so bright and full of potential. They hoped that wherever the child ended up, that they were at peace.

Little did they know, the child was part of the universe itself, his very being woven into the fabric that makes up the night sky and everything that lays beyond. They can't see or hear him, but that precious child--the Ancient of Space--laid curled around the Milky Way itself with Earth cradled gently in his trembling hands.

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(1) Because of his status as the new Ancient of Space and the fact that he is half human/alive is the reason his destabilization took longer than the ghost he was previously fighting. An Ancient has immense power of the aspect of reality they control, and his human half was desperately trying to keep him alive. He can't live without his ghost half, though. It was also the power of his Ancient status that made his destabilization so explosive and damaging. However, him being a halfa is also what saved his existence in the end and allows him to still continue to be the Ancient of Space, as Space itself is always in a state of dying and rebirth. It just took several thousands of years to pull himself back into a semblance of what he previously was, but obviously irrevocably changed.

(2) According to scientists a supernova would have to be within 30-50 light-years to trigger a mass extinction on Earth. To be actually completely safe from one, however, it'd have to be 160 or more light-years away. Danny didn't even make it to 20 light-years before his core self-destructed, which is why he was panicking.

(3) As I'm sure most of you know, supernovae are essential to creating life, but that life is preceded by the death of said star.

(*) I haven't really thought of who would be reborn into which character. I originally thought of Jack Fenton being reborn as Bruce Wayne, but Bruce only disguises himself as a himbo while Jack actually is one. The only reason I thought it would work out it because 1) Jack's paranoia about ghosts and translating into Bruce's own paranoia 2) him regaining his past memories would explain his propensity to collect black-haired, blue eyed children because of his loss of Danny and 3) him and his relationship with Jason after he came back as Red Hood.

Other than that, I can't think of who any of the other characters might be. You can decide!

[meirimerens]

oh? can you please tell me more about what line has the You>you slip up english only having a formal pronoun really fuck with some dynamics sometimes and im so curious now cause i cant read russian

yessiREE okay so in the russian version, at some point, conversation goes like this :

Бакалавр … чудовищные смеси из толчёных таблеток, да! Они их называют «порошочки». [...] Да… я слышал. Более того… я проверял. Так что и вы не смейтесь надо мной, коллега. Как вас там… эрдэм. >Ты проверял?.. То есть… вы проверяли? >Я не эрдэм. Эмшен скорей -- но так не слишком скромно. Хирурга у нас называют «яргачин», как мясника.

this exchange, if you choose the first option, is followed by Dankovsky's:

Можно и на ты. Да, проверял. [...]

or, translated (through deepl, because, well. i don't read russian either Thumbs up emoji) as it stands, is:

Bachelor : …monstrous mixtures of crushed pills, yes! They call them "[shmowders]". [...] Yes… I've heard that. In fact... I've tested it. So don't make fun of me either, colleague. What's your name... Erdem. >You(informal, singular form) checked?.. I mean, uh... You(formal, singular form) checked? >I'm not an Erdem. Emshen rather - - but that's not too modest. We call a surgeon "yargachin", like a butcher.

and followed by Dankovsky's:

You can use you(informal form). Yes, I checked.

In the english translation this sentence of Burakh's & Dankovsky's response go as follow:

B: Holy shit… Sorry, excuse my language. So you've checked, then? D: You don't have to watch your tongue with me. Yes, I've checked. [...]

as you can see, in the original version, Burakh slipped INTO the informal, friendlier, and maybe less respectful "ты" FROM the more formal, respectful "вы". Since the english language has no distinction between a formal and an informal singular you/You, the translator had to go around it, and make it about cursing instead of the pronoun switching. on one hand, #respect because translation is a hard annoying hair-pulling job. on the other hand, i feel like this strippppsssss the scene of its...... tension. slipping from вы to ты is a way to show that burakh started considering himself real buddy-buddy with dankovsky. or maybe lost some of the (potentially convention-mandated) respect in speech he held for dankovsky. it's a hint that he had started to, subconsciously, see dankovsky as less Above him, keeping the formality by convention. AND, dankovsky telling HIM he can use the informal form, and doesn't have to keep using the formal one, is a way to recontextualize, and to reshape their relationship. he's shedding the distance of respect and and formality that was between them, he's actively telling burakh to forgo it.

in the english translation, i feel like this shedding of distance and formality is more accomplished in dankovsky's response alone: You don't have to watch your tongue with me. It's an authorization to curse, on this one, yes, but also to more openly discuss painful, annoying things, even if you gotta slip a fuck(THE CURSE WORD) in there.

i'll always be so so sad about the lack of english's formal/informal singular you distinction. makes for a very neutered language. the inherent closeness of accidentally calling someone ты/toi instead of вы/vous and not being called out on it............

[lizardkingeliot]

the best part of the writing process is not the actual writing it's thinking about the scene you get to write a couple scenes from now in which your darling lovesick vampire babes will share a hug so tender and intimate and tinged by over a century of longing and adoration you give yourself a tummy ache every time you spin it around inside your head

[hugh-lauries-bald-spot]

"kirk or picard" sisko. "but what if it was JUST between kirk and picard" sisko.

[shycorvid]

I've read on other posts that some people think authors keep to the batfam when it comes to DC because they're more comfortable using that solid fanon foundation. And that might be true for some, but here's my POV:

I grew up with Batman. The movies and cartoons mostly, yes, but I know enough to make my own headcanons and play with the characters in the way that pleases me most. And what I like most about the bats, besides childhood nostalgia, is that they're human. They don't have powers. They have their brains, training, and gadgets.

I dunno about anyone else, but I'm really not up for playing the whole "why didn't you write this super-powered character do this" or "you do know that this guy can do that" game just because I forget Superman has ice breath or something silly like that. And, sure, I write Danny in the dpxdc crossover just fine, but that's because I'm comfortable picking and choosing our favorite ghost boy's power level- as is most of the dp fandom. We can make him OP as hell or weak depending on our mood, and no one bats an eyelash. Forget that Green Lantern literally has nothing but his imagination to limit him, and people get real uppity about it.

So I'm most comfortable having these super-powered demigods being background characters. Honestly, I don't like playing with OP characters. There's way too many powers to keep track of regarding Superman and his family alone, and I have no patience for powerscalers who want to "but actually" me if I dare "nerf" a character or two.

If I ever expand into the DC-verse, most likely I'll just gravitate to the Arrows.