#of time and space itself

[of-time-and-space-itself]

EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! I'M GOING TO SQUISH YOU INTO ONE OF THOSE DISPLAY BOXES AND GET YOU A PRETTY GOLDEN LABEL THAT READS 'LIMITED EDITION' AND PUT YOU ON MY SHELF AND SHOW YOU OFF TO EVERYONE THAT WALKS BY BECAUSE YOU ARE AMAZING AND I WANT EVERYONE TO KNOW IT!!!

free unused Vanessa emote for you! <3

Two arts for THE AMAZING @of-time-and-space-itself au!

And there will be MORE

[mebis-art-dump]

RW art month day 8: The Rot

[edorazzi]

Page 70 of my Miraculous Mentor AU comic A Matter of Trust! In which the gems and their Holders part ways for good(?), but life goes on... 🎓👏

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[harmonysanreads]

There's a ‘painting’ of a person's portrait behind his phone case — a splash of pink, red, blue, yellow, white and teal dancing together, forming an image that is sure to catch anyone's attention. His co-workers (or well, those who've managed to catch glimpses) assume that he must have a hobby of painting phone cases on the side, as the one he uses seems to not be found anywhere outside of his hands.

The subject of that painting is always in a peaceful slumber. The serenity on their face almost jarring in juxtaposition to the vibrant colors that cradle their form. It's enticing — enough to have a few people ask if he could paint a copy for them, too. He never quite promises resolutely on that offer.

But what no one quite expected to see was how... protective the man appeared to be of that image. Always putting the phone down on its screen instead of the back, never letting anyone look for too long and never allowing it in the hands of another. That much caution towards the image of a random person seemed strange — unless... it wasn't a random person?

That's when the rumors of a ‘lover’ begin. Well, what else could it be? A chance interrogation with this assumption from a particularly curious employee had the man breaking out in an unexpectedly bashful smile, thumb swiping over the painting by instinct — that was all they needed to know. Despite the lack of a verbal confirmation, it didn't stop them from sneaking in requests to bring the person who had him so smitten to work one of the days. Their reticent coworker merely smiled in response.

No one quite questioned or noticed the resemblance between that beautiful painting and the civilian gone missing for the past two years.

[deerspherestudios]

Hello! I just wanted to say that your new peoject Astronought is such an awesome and well-made game! Atom is just so so adorable omg, they are such a cutie patootie

Anyway here is my question! So, I’m guessing the reason the ship got damaged in its rear was because of Atom, right? But, like… can I ask how they managed to do that? Did they turn into a massive ball and shoot themselves down in an incomprehensible speed like a meteor or something?

I'm so sorry but that is literally what happened,,,

It literally came in like a wrecking ball. //lyr ref

[b6d11f]

at my best, I'm a sacrificial lamb at my best, I am something you could handle

[cappydoodle]

weird girl and her even weirder horse

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 239

Y'know what I think would be hilarious for a DP and PJO crossover? Percy & co finally getting to Kronos, straight up ready for anything after they pass through magic and portal of green and-

There's the smell of cookies. Freshly baked cookies, a warm oven, something about it reminding them of home in this strange place of floating gears and ticking clocks.

And there's a long, serpentine tail twisting through the gears, twisting up and down and across in a size that could hides yet reveals just how large this entity is. There's power soaking into every inch of this place, every centimeter nearly sending lightning up their legs with each step.

The ticking is getting stronger, a distant gonging of the hour echoing through a place that should feel cold and empty like the ringing of bells in the end of times.

And suddenly there's a kid- a teen like them, human yet not- with a cookie half in their mouth and hair flickering like the cosmos as they peer down from above them with a frown, eyes brighter than the sun yet darker than the moon.

"Oh great, what did my half-siblings do this Time?"

[deep-space-lines]

Full-Size / True Color Version

Sometimes I think about the fact that first living being to orbit the Earth couldn't understand what was happening to her, couldn't understand the history she was making. Laika wasn't a volunteer. The technology to bring her back alive didn't exist. They sent her up anyway. She died, scared and alone, in a malfunctioning spacecraft hastily built to meet a political deadline.

When her heart rate tripled from the stress of acceleration, did she understand the magnitude of what she was experiencing? When she saw the stars outside her little window, did she believe the world had gone dark? In her final hours, did she feel wonder, or just fear?

"The more time passes, the more I’m sorry about it. We shouldn’t have done it. We did not learn enough from this mission to justify the death of the dog. When you understand that you can’t bring back Laika, that she perishes out there, and that no one can bring her back…that is a very heavy feeling." Oleg G. Gazenko

For me, there's some small consolation, at least, in knowing that although her death was unnecessary and cruel, Laika will never be forgotten. I love you, Laika. May you find peace among the stars.

Prints are available here.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

A gift horse for @piosplayhouse

[skymallnine]

Sidenote, it’s a fun detail that in Voyager they’re like “replicators won’t make Starfleet uniforms for non-Starfleet folks 🚫” and then a few years later, cut to the lift with Sisko, Garak, and that bedazzled gold Starfleet uniform. Yeah he could have sewn it or acquired it some other way, but I personally like to assume he made it in a replicator, as his own private flex.

He for sure jailbroke whatever restrictions Starfleet added the very millisecond he booted it up for the first time after the withdrawal. Every time someone hands him a Starfleet uniform to be hemmed, he’s all “oh of course this will take longer because I’ll need to sew it myself!” and then the moment they’re gone he just… replicates it shorter.

[glafifo]

Oops!

[sergle]

something weird going on right now vis a vis the depression, the suicidal ideation, and the heartbreak-- I can actually feel that I'm vaulting some of this stuff. like, my mind all but refusing to touch it. it's being put in the vault? I'm going numb a little bit

[cdyssey]

the eldest river in "the impossible astronaut" is always so fucking distressing to me in hindsight. the way she knows what's going to happen at lake silencio, but she can't say anything to the people she loves most. she constantly has to lie, always has to play pretend. spoilers. the fate of the entire universe depends on it.

and the doctor, her doctor, doesn't trust her because of it.

because of all the lies. because of what she has to do to necessarily protect them both.

how she has to revisit her ugly childhood and fractured youth and watch it from afar, incapable of helping that scared little girl in a spacesuit, the young woman submerged in the water.

and she watches her husband and parents, too—watches them watching her own making—and they don't even know it.

There's this exchange between her and her mother that becomes all the more harrowing when you realizing that she's talking about herself.

River: I know what you're thinking. Amy: No, you don't. River: You're thinking, "If we can find the spaceman in 1969 and neutralize it, then it won't be around in 2011 to kill the Doctor." Amy: Okay, lucky guess. River: It's only because I was thinking it, too.

and then there's the moment where she catches a glimpse of the Silence in the tunnels and all that pain and trauma comes rushing back to her in an sickening instant, and even when they disappear from her memory, that horror still lingers in her body, but she pretends to keep it together anyway for other people's sake anyway.

in those dark tunnels, she only allows herself five minutes to fall apart away from prying eyes.

and she would have gotten away with it, too, had her father not shown up. he's concerned—even though he doesn't know her very well yet—and he's there, and he's asking all the right questions.

Is she okay? what did she mean when said there's a worse day coming for her?

And River opens up to him in a way that we've rarely seen her do.

River: The trouble is, it's all back-to-front. My past is his future. We're traveling in opposite directions. Every time we meet, I know him more, he knows me less. I live for the days when I see him, but I know that every time I do, he'll be one step further away. And the day is coming when I'll look into that man's eyes, my Doctor, and he won't have the faintest idea who I am. And I think it's going to kill me. 

fucking gutting.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

POOR GABRIEL MONTEZ! YOU NEVER SAW THIS COMING DID YOU? ALL YOU WANTED WAS POWER. SECURITY. SAFETY. & THATS EXACTLY WHAT YOU GOT! JUST IN EXCHANGE FOR YOUR BODY. LETS JUST HOPE NO ONE FUCKS THIS UP. LETS JUST HOPE YOU WONT HAVE TO CLEAN UP THE MESS.

[i-think-2-loud]

figure skater! jeremy and hockey player! jean

hp jean watching jeremy’s spins and jumps and realizing skating can be peaceful. realizing there’s enough beauty in it if you stop and look. realizing not everything has to be about the violence of the sport and that it’s alright to stop and admire the allure of it for a moment. it’s alright to see it as an art. it’s alright to crave the freedom of figure skating over the pressure of hockey sometimes.

fs jeremy watching jean play and realizing that not every move he makes on the ice has to be perfect. it’s alright to stop and have some fun with it on occasion. it’s alright to skate like you have something to win and not just put on a show for an audience. it’s alright to crave the energy and liveliness of hockey over the strict standards of figure skating sometimes.