•a universe of exploding stars•

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[theicarusstar]

the people thinking dashboard is noah kahan attacking them for moving far away are driving me insane. “i went far just to be called an asshole wtf noah” i worry for your intelligence.

it’s not about you!!

it’s about the assholes. the shitty people who “start over” with no warning and leave the ones they hurt behind to pick up the pieces (example: abusive family members).

you’re gonna go far is about those who got out, those who moved far away and began to heal. new perspective is the song from the bitter, jealous POV of someone they “left behind.” dashboard is NOT ABOUT THOSE PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!! IT’S NOT A PERSONAL ATTACK AGAINST YOU FOR ESCAPING!!!!!!!! IT’S ABOUT THE ASSHOLES!!!!!!!!!!

[theicarusstar]

finally getting back to some original fiction

[theicarusstar]

it’s just middle-aged men and their obsession with stone henge against the world huh

[starrystarkling]

imagine what it would have been like if jon came out looking like rhaegar. like jesus christ man

[theicarusstar]

LAZARUS — A SatoSugu Oneshot

To call what came next a “kiss” would be too gentle—too forgiving. Its mouth found the skull’s own and clamped down as if to tear the thing apart, nails digging into cheekbones. The taste of death came away with the jawbone as the abomination pulled back. It ached to rip, to dissemble each and every bone and memorize its shaping.

So, it did.

OR

What once was Satoru Gojo rises again when the white winds blow.

you can read it here <3

[astrogaled]

if anyone is doing nanowrimo but doesn't want to use the OG website because of their stance on AI (or just wants a year-round motivator to write), i've got a trackbear leaderboard you can join <3

for those who are unaware, it's a website where you can track the amount of words you write daily, and if you join a leaderboard, you can see yours compared to other writers'. you can count any project toward your word count - original works, fics, academic papers, etc, and there are no social aspects or servers needed to participate in a leaderboard

join code: 0e708237-cb3d-420e-b9c5-d4c58d634bef

direct join link

[astrogaled]

to dream of starry skies, chapter nine

chapter nine of to dream of starry skies, my gale/tav angsty slice-of-life au, is here <3

link

snippet:

The unspoken meaning behind her words rots like bile on her tongue. She sees the exact moment it registers, flooding with regret as Gale flinches like he’s been slapped. “I didn’t…”

“That’s alright. I didn’t either,” he replies, so neutral it frightens her. “We are adept at saying things we do not mean to one another. So adept that it is in both of our best interests to continue keeping our distance.”

Daphne finds that she cannot argue. Gale manages to bring out her best and worst all at once, a sensation that has her torn apart as if caught between planes. Her statements are usually controlled—careful things that she curates to fit the scenario she is in—but with him, they spill from her lips like waterfalls of words. She gives him a barely perceptible nod and swallows hard against the suspended silence that follows. As she turns away, she does not let on that she sees his uncaring mask slip into one of conflict.

Even on the other side of their confrontation, he remains achingly beautiful.

[astrogaled]

to dream of starry skies, chapter eight

chapter eight of my gale/tav fic, to dream of starry skies, is here <3

link

snippet

“They’re back!” Daphne shouts in disbelief, disabling the wards with a swift chant. The door swings open, and the Blade of Avernus tumbles inside, backed by Karlach and Typhon. They are sweaty and soot-covered and battered, but they are laughing. “Did you…” She does not need to finish, for the unmistakable joy on her brother’s face says it all.

“We cut the bitch’s head off and fed it to the Styx!” Karlach growls, grinning toothily with her fist pumped in the air. The room bursts into cheers and whoops that Daphne gladly participates in, embracing them all regardless of the smell of sulfur.

“I would not put it quite so morbidly, but yes,” Wyll says with a humble nod. “Mizora is dead. Permanently.”

[astrogaled]

to dream of starry skies, chapter seven

chapter seven of my gale/tav fic, to dream of starry skies, is here <3

link

snippet:

“Thirteen days. Thirteen days I was dead. Do you think it awful too? Do I feel like a walking corpse when you touch me?”

She expects him to let her go. The knowledge he has obtained is too much, surely, and soon he will cast her out or end her altogether. She should have known that Gale has never been a man to meet expectations. No, he exceeds them—every time. His hands leave her face, but they land on her sides to draw her closer, into the strongest embrace of her life. The fingers on his right hand manage to find the very place the arrow pierced her over her clothes, and they do not draw away.

“You are no corpse. You are my friend, and a very dear one at that. I love you,” he vows. He has such conviction that she cannot help but believe him.

[astrogaled]

an improvised guide on what to do when your fiancé holds a gun to his head on a cold, starlit evening

my bloodweave angst with a happy ending fic, an improvised guide on what to do when your fiancé holds a gun to his head on a cold, starlit evening, is here <3

summary:

To be actively suicidal, as he has previously viewed it, is a poetic form of self-destruction worthy of soft fame and a tragic memorial. Astarion has spent his life with the understanding that killing oneself is an act of tortured devastation that, in a cruel and twisted way, is utterly beautiful. Though he never came close aside from fleeting fantasies, he thought he could imagine the experience based on pure speculation and interpretation.

The real thing is anything but beautiful. The real thing is ugly, seething, convulsing as it wraps its dark tendrils around all that he loves and rips it apart with hungry claws. It has festered for so long that its release is catastrophic, rotting its way through any hope clinging to the rafters. He does not know if he can face the monster behind the mask. Still, when Gale’s eyes finally meet his, he finds it in himself to try.

OR

Suicide was always a vague concept—something that happened to a friend of a friend. Until it entered their home.

[thingsiwanttheworldtoknow]

[seattledayone]

beyond desolation, chapter one

chapter one of my astronaut ellie williams au, beyond desolation, is here <3

link

snippet:

Ellie doesn't need proof to know that Abby Anderson killed Joel Miller. She doesn't need proof when she felt the brake pedal slam uselessly against the car floor—felt the fear of losing control yet again. Dina would tell her, "An eye for an eye, and the world goes blind," but she could never understand. She hasn't felt...she hasn't seen...

I have to finish it.

[astrogaled]

to dream of starry skies, chapter four

chapter four of my gale/tav fic, to dream of starry skies, is here💫

chapter four: venture forth

snippet:

They freed Aylin. They defied Shar. They defeated Ketheric Thorm and the Avatar of Myrkul, and there is no victory. Only a trail of bodies left behind and bloodstains that may never wash clean.

Daphne spends her sleepless nights replaying the moment Thorm dropped dead, beseeching the gods above for a shred of satisfaction. The man who tamed death in the name of love for the last piece of his heart that had not turned to ash lies at her feet every evening, crying out for his daughter. It is only when she thinks of Aylin that she feels outrage, fists clenched at the thought of the aasimar at Thorm’s mercy for a hundred years.

A terrible part of her ponders if she would go to the same lengths to revive someone she loves. If she would renounce her goddess on death’s door and swear herself to the dread Lord of Bones, wreaking havoc across the land for the sake of that lost soul. When the roaring silence of her own lost thoughts gets too much, an even worse part of her thinks that she might.

[shaneposting]

sometimes i'm like 'man i really wanna play bg3' and then i open bg3 and realise that i do not want to play bg3 and what i actually meant was i want to hang out with my friend gale of waterdeep

[turquoisemagpie]

Petition: Legally enshrine the right of adults to physically transition using NHS services

Introduce a law to legally protect the right of those aged 18 and over to transition using NHS services. This should specifically cover phys

Uk peeps!! Let’s get this going! 🏳️‍⚧️🇬🇧

[18thcenturythirsttrap]

...Non-UK peeps, please reblog for reach ❤️

[alipeeps]

It's just 12 signatures away from 10,000, at which point the government is required to respond to it.

[marigold-hills]

If you’re in the uk please sign ❤️ it’s on over 20k now and if it reaches 100 it’ll be considered by the parliament

Also write to your local councillors and MPs! Let’s let them know this is important

[astrogaled]

to dream of starry skies, chapter three

chapter three of my gale/tav fic, to dream of starry skies, is here <3

link to chapter three: the weight of faith, the strength of hope

snippet:

“One more thing, just to get us started.” He awaits her permission, then asks, “What is your favorite color?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Your favorite color. What is it? Mine happens to be purple, if it isn’t obvious by now.”

“You are not exactly the master of subtlety,” Daphne allows, earning a chuckle. “Alright, fine. My favorite color is white, and I do not want to hear the ‘in technical terms, white is a shade,’ nonsense that is on the tip of your tongue right now. I know; I just don’t care.”

[theicarusstar]

my wonderfully talented @licnheartedd wrote a timkon fic that i think everyone should read before they die

and if you’re listening, i love you

“Cass stifles a laugh with the palm of her hand as Tim rolls his eyes. Okay, sure, he has a history of…going overboard when things feel out of his control, but it's always for a good reason. Besides, it always works out in the end.

He doesn't have ninety-nine chances to fix this. He's not even sure he has one. But it's worth fixing, so he owes it to himself to try and try and try again until something sticks—until he comes out the other side more whole than he went in. All he has left is Robin. He will crawl back to himself in that mask, no matter how much Steph and Cass protest. He will know better than to build a life beyond it this time.”

kit’s ao3