#god bless space

[nightspun]

The solar eclipse put me in such a good mood. My crops have been watered and the harvest shall be plentiful. My people are fed, my skin is clear, and the sun is once again shining.

I love space.

[salvador-dolli]

I'm buying a darth vader costume to present my nasa project in and I think that's beautiful

[ticktockbeatbox-blog]

hit me the fuck up if you want some star shavings ill have them packaged and ready to ship later tomorrow

[theicehellinitiative]

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The tall figure doesn’t move for so long, they think maybe she didn’t hear them. Maybe she’s fallen asleep again; they say she spends most of her days dreaming now.

Then the thin shoulders lift in a graceful shrug, and Harmony clutches at Patience’s wrist. The woman turns to them slowly. Her hair is shorn, and there are silver freckles scattered across her indigo skin like stars.

“This is, what, a dare?” she says, and her voice is rich and deep and amused. “You thought you’d come and pay me a visit, see if the rumours are true?”

She leans forward, dark eyes intent. They lean back.

“Or did you come for the truth?” she asks. “Do you want to know what really happened?”

Harmony and Patience look at each other.

“Please,” says Patience nervously. “We’d like to know…ma’am.”

Space frowns, then gets to her feet, “Tea, I think. I’ve been too long alone, my hospitality is shockingly rusty.”

She fills a kettle, sets out three cups, while her visitors watch in silence. When she comes back, she settles down with a dancer’s movement, folding long legs underneath her gown.

“How much do you know?” she says. “How much does that windbag, Fate, tell you young things?”

Harmony giggles nervously at the casual way this woman dismisses the leader of the Council.

“I know there was a rebellion?” she says. “I know we used to be able to talk to mortals directly, and I know there used to be a lot more power in the world, enough that it got too dangerous to be contained.”

Space’s eyes darken and she swears low under her breath. Harmony flinches, but it’s clearly not directed at her.

“I used to have many things,” says Space. “I used to have a workshop, and a household. I used to have two of the most loving people you’d ever hope to meet. And I used to have a brother.”

[metalslimes]

Star analogies fuel me you can never go wrong with star analogies