#astre

[fidjiefidjie]

"Il était tard ; ainsi qu'une médaille neuve la pleine lune s'étalait, et la solennité de la nuit, comme un fleuve sur Paris dormant ruisselait." 🌝

Charles Baudelaire

Gif Coolville

[goldenrose443]

Some old draws ♡

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[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

S/o from the future introduces Kuro Boys to bathbombs! Who would like it the most? What colors? Scents?

aaaaa this is so cute, they all deserve some pampering <3

also I recently discovered shower steamers, which are like a bath bomb for the shower, because my skin is sensitive and I can't do bath bombs... I think the same would apply for some of these guys! I have a menthol one from a local place I've been dying to try

it's self care all day every day babey =)

Who likes food/fruit/sweets scented: Aleister (“Vanilla Milkshake”), Ciel (“Peanut Butter Toffee”), Diedrich (“Fudge Brownie”), Edgar (“Strawberry Shortcake”), Grey (“Birthday Cake”), Joanne (“Cotton Candy”), Maurice (“Marshmallow S’mores”), Snake (“Sugared Lemon Cake”), Undertaker (“Milk & Honey”)

Who likes earthy/herbal scented: Agni (“Lemon Verbena”), Ash (“Matcha Tea”), Astre (“Bergamot”), Clayton (“Rosemary”), Gregory (“Menthol Eucalyptus), Herman (“Grassy Field”), Lau (“Chamomile”), Othello (“Basil”), Phipps (“Lavender Love”), William (“Sage”)

Who likes floral scented: Alan (“Rainy Heather”), Alois (“Bluebell Wood”), Arthur (“Lily of the Valley”), Bravat (“Moonflower”), Dagger (“Cherry Blossom”), Edward (“Rose Classic”), Eric (“Jasmine Bloom”), Finny (“Gardenia Mix”), Joker (“Freesias”), Jumbo (“Calm Lilac”), Patrick (“Sweet Pea”), Soma (“Orange Blossoms”), Thomas (“Honeysuckle”)

Who doesn’t have a preference/would try any their S/O wanted/has a ‘weird’ preference: Bard (no preference), Cheslock (would try any), Claude (no preference), Conny (would try any), Derrick (no preference), Drossel (would try any), John (no preference), Lawrence (no preference), Peter (would try any), Ronald (would try any), Rudger (“White Musk”), Sebastian (“Halloween Edition: Demon Blood” [bitter melon + Spanish moss]), Triplets (Thompson: “Daisy Daisy”; Timber: “Apple Pie”; Canterbury: “Linen Line”), Wolfram (would try any)

FAVORITE COLORS

White: Ash, Eric, John, Undertaker

Black: Astre, Claude, Sebastian

Red: Edgar, Jumbo

Orange: Derrick, Joker, Ronald

Yellow: Agni, Bard, Conny, Finny

Green: Edward, Herman, Lau, Othello, Peter

Blue: Ciel, Clayton, Lawrence, William

Purple: Alois, Cheslock, Gregory, Phipps, Soma, Triplets

Pink: Aleister, Joanne, Maurice

Multicolored: Bravat, Snake, Wolfram

No preference for color: Alan, Arthur, Dagger, Diedrich, Drossel, Grey, Patrick, Rudger, Thomas

[cheminer-poesie-cressant]

source : @cheminer-poesie-cressant​

les fleurs en leur coeur secret possèdent parfois un caractère merveilleusement stellaire ; toute une constellation de pollen tourne autour de l’astre pistil ; l’abeille de passage dans ce ciel parfait de pétale n’est alors qu’un un satellite éphémère  

© Pierre Cressant

(samedi 3 septembre 2022)

[fleurdusoir]

Tel est notre ancêtre, le Dieu Soleil, Qui donne à tous, pauvre et riche, le jour riant, Qui dans le temps fugitif nous redresse, Éphémères, et comme enfants Nous tient par ses lisières d’or. Lui, l’attendent, et quand l’heure est venue le prennent Ses flots de pourpre; et vois ! l’astre sublime Suit la route changeante et la suit L’âme sereine jusqu’au déclin.

Friedrich Hölderlin, Courage du poète 

[francepittoresque]

EXPOSITION | Face au Soleil, un astre dans les arts ➽ https://bit.ly/3URYC3f Le 13 novembre 1872, Claude Monet peignait depuis la fenêtre de son hôtel au Havre, une vue du port par la brume. Exposée deux ans plus tard sous le titre Impression, soleil levant l’œuvre inspire au critique Louis Leroy le terme d’Impressionnistes et donne son nom au groupe formé par Monet et ses amis. En 2022, le musée Marmottan Monet célèbre les 150 ans du fleuron de ses collections et lui rend hommage à travers l’exposition « Face au Soleil, un astre dans les arts »

[lemsprod]

Des bots IA auraient trouvé des signaux extra-terrestres

C'est en ayant mouliné des archives astronomiques, constituées de pas moins de 115 millions d'extraits en provenance de 820 étoiles, que des programmes d'intelligence artificielle ont mis en évidence des astres ayant émis huit signaux radio qui pourraient être d'origine extraterrestre . Ces cinq astres situés entre 34 et 88 années-lumière (c'est "très près" du point de vue galactique mais toujours innacessible aux humains et à leurs robots actuels) .

Même si de telles techno-signatures radio n'ont pour l'instant pas pu être captées par notre programme SETI c'est intéressant ... (source d'origine)

[teritelnirbenothing]

L'astre montant / The rising star

When the night falls,

I dive into the dream

Of the rising star,

A haven of life.

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Hi! Can I request Alois, our Ciel, real Ciel and Sebastian, with a s/o who makes music as a form of coping please? The music being similar to the likes of Ethel Cain, Flower Face, Nicole Dollanganger, especially in terms of themes. Thank you!

bwaaah thank u for giving me some new artists to listen to~

I have only listened to a couple songs, but I'm a sucker for dark music with pretty voices

I also had fun making up some lyrics for the S/O's songs, so I hope I did ok!! <3

Ooh. Haunting and gorgeous… one of his very favorite combinations! It’s not really his fault that he’s drawn to it all. He’s got his own issues to cope with, various traumas, and he can find comfort in the things his S/O writes about, like they find comfort in those things. Maybe the two of them aren’t exactly the same, but if he can curl up inside this music and feel not so alone, he thinks something about it must be helping them to heal, too. He’ll happily spend nights with his head on their chest, singing along quietly to the songs of theirs which most find their way to his mind in a constant loop. “Here in the garden, shall I stay? / Or will I grow wings so I can fly away? / There’s not a place / that could ever erase / the stains on my soul that have yet to fade to grey…”

Oh, dear, how very complicated his darling is. How did he never notice what a creative mind they hid behind that pretty face? That’s fine. He’s more than happy to give their music his full appreciation, now that he’s managed to hear some of it. He also has a penchant for looking at their first drafts and jotted-down ideas… he’s actually very good at picking out the parts that hit him in the most delightfully painful way. Then he’s happy to help them build the rest of the song around those focal points, if they’d have his company in this process. It’s certainly an exercise in imagination, sitting at the piano with them and feeding off their energy. It’s almost relaxing. “Knock, knock / do you know who’s there? / the dead don’t talk / but I don’t care / cold and pale / my lips still speak / I’ll tell the tale / I’ll show them what you did to me.”

… Quite disturbing, if you ask him. Quite. He doesn’t presume to know the full extent of whatever they’ve gone through, but his sweetheart is free to do as they please. If it helps them, then by all means, he isn’t going to demand they stop or try to hide it from him just because it isn’t something he would do. A part of him is interested in it; the things he’s been through are things he avoids thinking about at all. Dwelling on them long enough to write songs about his feelings in regard to his past would drive him insane. It’s different for them? Perhaps once those things are out of their head, it’s some kind of healing. If it works for his S/O, then more power to them. He doesn’t go near their process, nor does he try to write any himself. That said, he does catch himself singing under his breath occasionally, small parts of their songs which are a gentle balm to his heart. “But you’re in the corner crying / nobody knows your heart, do they? / And sometimes it feels like you’re dying / keep your head above water, water / maybe being baptized won’t feel like drowning one day.”

Ah, now… what a dark, beautiful little soul he has on his hands. He knew from the start that his beloved had a twisted and delicious energy, but he didn’t plumb the depths of it until he began to pay more attention to the things they write. They have been through the worst life has to offer, it seems, and he’s only appealing to his true demonic nature when that makes him all the more attracted to them. Although he keeps his composure around others, he shows a marked curiosity in their work whilst in private with them. They’ll show him as much as he wants to see, won’t they? He can pick out favorite pieces, and the ones which sound as if they hurt most will earn them a kiss from him. He wants to be close to their troubled heart — he does, however, very much want to make sure it doesn’t grow ever more troubled. Should it please them and be a comfort, he’ll even sing their music as he holds them in his arms. “Blacker than black / I cannot see through the dark / did I ever have a heart? / Oh, did I ever have a heart? / Was it taken from me / and you called it setting me free? / So come let me do the same for you / let me set you free, too.”

[dandanjean]

La voie de la lune

Rappelle-toi que tu auras toujours le choix de penser que la lune n’est qu’un astre de passage dans le ciel ou qu’elle est une source d’inspiration à travers les ombres de l’inconnu. * Une chanson de Indochine – J’ai demandé à la lune  COPYRIGHT – DROIT D’AUTEUR – Daniel Jean – Vous pouvez copier ce texte en indiquant la source dandanjean.wordpress.com, SVP ne pas modifier les textes et le…

[cielpansyhive]

I keep thinking of how Astre came to have his rabbit Shelley. One day a rich dude stopped by the circus. He wanted to gawk at the unusual, like many of them do. He had just purchased a baby rex rabbit and he had her in his jacket pocket. Astre loved her right then. Her soft fur, black as night on top and sandy cream on her belly. She was gorgeous and expensive! The man boasted how when the rabbit was full size how nice of a stole it would make for his wife. It was to be an anniversary present. Astre hated the man and decided one way or another that rabbit was NOT going to be killed for her fur.

Astre ran to Snake and asked for his help to steal the rabbit. Snake and his snakes felt very strongly about it and agreed. During the performance Snake walked up to the man claiming one of his snakes went under his seat. One of the snakes wound around his leg. The guy freaked out. As Snake "tried" removing the snake on his leg another "accidentally" dropped on his head. Snake helped the man outside and in the chaos Astre crept up and took the rabbit from his pocket. He bolted before the guy knew what happened.

Once everything calmed down, the man noticed the rabbit gone and accused Snake of stealing it. Snake denied it and helped the man look for the rabbit. They even got William involved to search for it. When nothing turned up the man gave up.

It took a few days but when William saw Astre with the bunny he had to hit the bottle early. 😂

Less than a year later Shelley got to be part of Ciel's magic act.

How could Astre resist! I mean look at them!

[v-t-s-e-b-a-amaya]

Mademoiselle X

La découverte d’une exoplanete d’une taille similaire à celle de la Terre vient d’être annoncée lors de la 241e réunion annelle de la Société américaine d’astronomie qui s’est tenue cette année à Seattle. “La planète, nommée TOI 700 e, est probablement rocheuse et sa taille représente 95 % de celle de notre monde”. La première planète découverte ayant des mensurations identiques à la nôtre n’est autre que sa sœur, TOI 700 d. Toutes deux repérées à l’aide du satellite de recensement des exoplanètes en transit, un petit télescope spatial connu sous l’acronyme Tess, TOI 700 d et e orbitent respectivement en trente-sept et vingt-huit jours terrestres autour de leur étoilTOI 700, située à une centaine d’années-lumière de la nôtre. Au total, le système TOI 700 compte quatre planètes, dont deux, TOI 700 , qui se situent dans la zone d’habitabilité de leur étoile, à une distance optimale pour que de l’eau liquide puisse être trouvée à leur surface !

𝟶𝟶𝟷𝟷𝟶𝟶𝟷𝟷 𝟶𝟶𝟷𝟷𝟷𝟶𝟶𝟷 𝟶𝟶𝟷𝟶𝟷𝟷𝟷𝟷 𝟶𝟷𝟶𝟷𝟷𝟶𝟶𝟶 𝟶𝟶𝟶𝟶𝟷𝟶𝟷𝟶 𝟶𝟶𝟶𝟶𝟷𝟶𝟷𝟶 𝟶𝟶𝟶𝟶𝟷𝟶𝟷𝟶

Une pensée pour …Ah oui… une pensée pour cette autre moi…qui s’éveille quelque part.

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