#it's fine.

[farminglesbian]

making eyes at her through my laptop screen

[racestarr]

fuck everyone in that company million year curse upon your bloodlines

hello where am i why is she grey i have no memory of this what hello what what what

[dulce-angelita]

[mousewife-stash]

was watching a video about how when snakes are in a new enclosure or a big scary open place they like to have a stable thing to wrap around for security 🥺

[longhairedwumuti]

oh okay (via @iii_vol2 on twt)

[thethreetomes]

They just talk to each other... don't worry about it. So he says..... @imhereformysciencefriends

[galacticbaseballcr]

*. ⊹ ✧ — A time for repose; tasks completed, meeting adjourned, and everyone parts towards their usual haunts. Caelus settles for the party car's ambiance. His comic laid face-down on a nearby table, abandoned for the express purpose of gauging Nata’s condition.

🙶 Good to hear. 🙷

And currently, a lesson to impart. Common to space-farers like the Nameless, traversing the tracks previously laid by a predecessor or charting new ground, if need be.

🙶 That’s a nebula. They’re either the remains of dead stars, or sometimes the beginnings of one. 🙷 Choosing brevity in lieu of details for the sake of future elaboration. Even the chewy, champagne-colored substance which occupies his mouth does little to damage to Caelus’ authority. Blowing a minuscule bubble notwithstanding.

Eyes locked onto the subject: a gaseous formation; muted magenta, purples, indigo, other associated colors, which coalesced around a crimson core. It’s a striking contrast to the void which expands endlessly, littered with the twinkling of celestial bodies, akin to sparkles on a vast, dark backdrop.

Snapping the grape soda-flavored gum, the Stellaron vessel resumes his explanation.

🙶 The one you’re lookin’ at is the latter. If you can see the red dot in the center, that’s its core. Which means it’s stabilizing and in the process of becoming a star. Pretty cool, huh ? 🙷

@porpomuses — Nata / context.