#dragpath

[haunting-jane]

a dragpath but it's the way modern day fanfiction was created because of kirk and spock. and how they shaped all western gay ships.

[onlybonesremain]

Torch coming home. Alone. This time vastly different from the last. He’s begun to unravel, the flame flickering, threatening to be snuffed out. The walk back, was like a dream, a nightmare actually, one moment he was faced with that look Clancy left him with, his eyes forgetting entirely who he was in that moment. Now, he sits in their tent alone, in the dark. His eyes glassy and chest cold and empty. He’s sat on his cot, legs spread and arms on his thighs with limp hands. Just blinking into the darkness. Torch is not a violent man but something in him snaps. He begins to tear down every note Clancy wrote him, with I love yous and sweet words, all lies to him now. Tearing apart their photographs. Crushing dried petals he gifted him. The deep setting sorrow overtakes him, he flips furniture and screams while destroying everything they had built together. It was betrayal in the highest form. Darkness licks up his spine and thoughts threatening to consume. His mind was breaking, he was tired of being strong, tired of being the Torchbearer. Always the strongest, the chosen one. But never the one to truly be chosen, they always left him in the end. They always chose themselves. So why couldn’t he as well? Always one for the people, for Clancy. He would be lying if he said he never considered it. But his heart was too pure, his intentions and moral compass like iron. He sits, chest heaving, in the middle of his own destruction. The floor littered with scraps of his favorite lifetime. His tear stained face hushing once again as he lays down among the memories he so desperately wanted to keep. But as the times before, he will push on through come morning.

[paddingtonprongs]

A Drag Path Etched in the Earth

I know it’s a bit late to say this, but I just finished watching The Dinosaurs narrated by Morgan Freeman, and it ruined me in the most humane way possible.

People often say it’s hard to watch documentaries like this if you’re an empath, and now I understand why. It wasn’t just educational; it felt like witnessing lives unfold, struggle, and disappear. I found myself crying in front of my aunt while watching the asteroid strike the Earth—not just because of the destruction, but because of what it meant. Entire lives, entire stories, gone in an instant.

What struck me the most was how similar we are to these creatures. At the end of everything, they were simply trying to survive in a world governed by a relentless cycle, the food chain, the need to live another day. There was something deeply human in the way they moved, protected, and endured.

I cried for the Rhynchosaurus, starving not because it failed, but because the earth had changed its landscape, making it harder for them to survive. I cried for the mother Edmontosaurus, who tried to shield her young, as if her body could protect them from something that was already taking everything away, only for them to lie there together in the end. I cried for the sauropods enormous, ancient, and powerless as the earth tore itself apart beneath them, their bodies collapsing under a force they could not fight, could not escape, and could not even understand. The ground they had lived on their entire lives gave way, and there was nothing they could do but fall. And I cried for the ones who ran the ones who survived just long enough to feel fear, to search for safety, to hope there was somewhere left only to realize there wasn’t.

The evidence was always there, waiting for paleontologists, for archaeologists, for anyone willing to look closely enough.

Buried beneath layers of time, the Earth kept its memories in silence. Fossils, fragments, traces of lives that once existed millions of years ago—left behind not as answers, but as echoes.

A footprint pressed into stone. A bone where something once stood. A mark across the surface, as if something had passed through and never returned.

It feels like a haunting narrative that never truly ended.

Because what we uncover are not just remains, but stories of creatures that lived without knowing they would one day become evidence of a world long gone.

And even now, as we continue to search, it doesn’t feel like we are discovering them.

It feels like they are being remembered.

It made me realize how both beautiful and cruel life is. It can be taken away so suddenly, so easily—and yet, even in its ending, something new begins. That is what made the final transition so powerful: the image of dinosaurs running, shifting into birds. It was not just an ending but a continuation of life.

Through Morgan Freeman’s narration, their story was told not only with gravity but with quiet hope. Because even when their world ended, ours was just beginning.

And maybe that’s what stayed with me the most that while they were living their final moments, they didn’t know it was the end.

They were still trying to survive.

And somehow, that makes it hurt even more.

[shallowrize]

"Can you find me?"

Video games and moments that made me feel 💔

Made an edit! This song is trending and wanted to make something with it!

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Song: Drag Path

By: Twenty One Pilots

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[d33rmilk]

all 116 photos on the Voyager Golden Record, launched into interstellar space, in the hope that it will be encountered by extraterrestrial life.

"This is a present from a small distant world, a token of our sounds, our science, our images, our music, our thoughts, and our feelings. We are attempting to survive our time so we may live into yours. We hope someday, having solved the problems we face, to join a community of galactic civilizations. This record represents our hope and our determination, and our good will in a vast and awesome universe."

— Jimmy Carter, Voyager Spacecraft Statement by the President

[kyraltre]

something something... the dragpath of art from long deactivated accounts crossing my dash. The touch of a human that walked away from their creation... but it remains alive because we share it between one another.

[sitandstareatthestars]

"I can't- fuck- I can't do this without her"

Alex chokes on the words sliding down the wall

"I know its not the same and you and Anna, its different but- it matters- its something-"

Kade kneels down with him

"I know, she knows too, it doesn't have to be perfectly said to matter"

[nympholaniac]

With the new atla movie coming, the charecters have glown up. And so has the edits. Its just soo heart warming to see we all have grown :(