#cosmic girls stuff

[fadinhas]

🐠🍓🍀🐞

[sailorjisunq]

우주소녀

[mingot-studios]

litsen, i know Ohtori Academy is meant as both a metaphor and location for the story, but I just love the idea of a sentient eldritch extra-dimensional school that traps people inside of it lol

[fedoraspooky]

FLAME ON

[protytwo]

My back cover for A Tale of Two Proties #108 in Interlac #286, December 2023. I used art by John Forte, mostly from Adventure Comic #304, and one panel from #301 to give a different spin on the death of Lightning Lad.

[kingoftheblacksun]

My friend @bacitutti, how is my wiggle? I don't think Tumbler prioritizes videos with music very well so I rarely upload these though I would if people said nice things. Dancing is the only time I feel free and happy. It's bliss. Kali dances within me - can you see? She is me! I am Trans Cube - Transcendental, Transgender, and Transylvanian. 🥰❤️‍🔥 (to give credit to a great act - cover of Rozz Williams 'Romeo's Distress' is by La Reina de Los Condenados)

[redrum-alice]

So me and @creogips discussed about how Wren would react to catching CJ smoking (I shared to Creo that its a nasty habit of hers at a young age due to exposure from her foster family, unaware that she'll mimick them. They ultimately decided to quit any unhealthy habit in the house for her sake.)

Wren immediately swats the cigarette off her hand and tells her he doesnt like a seatmate who smells like nicotine during lab class. So he offered her a chewing gum.

Wren has a hatred to smoking and drinking bc of his late father, so he hates to see his crush a friend going through a same path

...the second pic is him making an excuse for them to talk one on one at the highest point in their city lmao

Art credit: 1st and 3rd pic - @creogips

2nd pic is by me

[butchgrayson]

working on my donna teenage years fic and thinking about how crazy her situation is, esp post crisis like. we assume she's still in the same living situation as pre crisis right? so like between ages 14-18 (maybe even younger?) she is fully a teenage girl living in new york with a roommate. like. she never went back to the orphanage she "grew up in" and was just vibing? and she didn't go to school until the teen titans split up for the first time. what the hellllllll

[decidueyedreamerdetails]

General Lore - Formation of Cosmog and Evolution of Cosmoem

Unlike the majority of Pokémon, Cosmog are not hatched from eggs - instead, they are formed from the union of a Solgaleo and Lunala, quite similar to how stars form from nebula!

In this union, both the Solgaleo and Lunala shed some of their matter - this matter coalesces together, and then condenses, forming a new Cosmog!

Furthermore, the idea that a ‘female’ Cosmoem evolves into a Lunala and a ‘male’ Cosmoem evolves into a Solgaleo is entirely incorrect - the line is sexless, after all. Instead, Cosmoem’s evolution depends on how bright its surroundings are, although NOT the time of day. The amount of light needed to evolve into a Solgaleo rather than a Lunala seems to depend on the individual Cosmoem, however, so there may be some truth to the idea that they are predisposed to one evolution over the other.

[mummer]

asteroid city round 2 still amazing my reading actually wasnt disproved wikipedia was wrong it’s never specified that the am i doing it right/margot robbie scene was on opening night and it felt clear to me it was happening after earp’s death bc of the way it cut to that image of his empty chair so yeah it’s extremely extremely devastating probably one of the most well executed scenes ive ever seen tbh. like oh yeah thats gonna be formative forever. and like it’s obvious in rhe acting regardless i love you jason schwartzman. anyway, perfect movie possibly?

[sailorjisunq]

설아

[lqwjsn]

myong_26

[hailtothebubble]

if i believe hard enough the things i want to happen will happen (<- not true and doesn't believe it even a little bit)

[fedoraspooky]

I don't mean to beg, but if you have any extra time this month I think we would all love to see Magical Girl Charlie again!

Oops;; uh... I swear he looked really cute for a few seconds there before the fight started and his training kicked in. .w.;;

[linuseer]

I'm tired of people defining Aang as this boring little vanilla guy. Aang helped Katara destroy a factory. He participated in Toph's scams. He shrugged off Katara's theft of the waterbending scroll and heartily laughed at her jokes about it. He was delighted by the Painted Lady ruse. He mastered airbending at twelve and the avatar state at thirteen. He snooped around the old ship after Katara said it was booby trapped and dared her to follow and stepped up to take the blame when it went badly and then surrendered himself to protect the village because he knew he could hand everyone on that ship their asses and escape. He outright lied to two communities that had been bickering for a century to get them to stop. He egged on Katara when she decided to throw hands with Pakku. He wants to ride every big animal in the world ("they don't like being ridden but that's what makes it fun" -unhinged take). He has sick burns for everyone which are doubly funny because they're almost always unintended as such. He threw a clandestine dance party in the nation that banned dancing and thought he was dead and wanted him dead. Before that he corrected and argued with teachers, beat a bully without lifting a finger and then brought his teenage friends to pose as his parents. The whole Bonzu Pippipadaleopsicopolis the Third thing. The being idiots with Sokka in Ba Sing Se thing with the bowing and the busboys disguises. He rightfully asked "what's cosmic power compared to a girl". Let's add all the badass stuff he does as a bender and as the Avatar up to and including energybending and the conversation with Koh the Face Stealer. That time in The Chase when he finished the fur trail and then decided to just sit down, sleep deprived, to wait and face whoever it was chasing them. Aang is one of the funniest and coolest characters I've ever seen and he deserves more respect. Absolutely unhinged kid with immense powers and the world is lucky he's goofy and has a good heart.

[maxlarens]

hello jack doohan lovers. pls excuse any weird characterisation etc, i’ve never written jack before and am writing this because @coff33andb00ks gave me brain worms about this idea for jack x oscar’s childhood bsf!reader:

Oscar’s your friend. Your oldest friend in fact.

Which is to say you’re proud of him and his big boy job as a Formula One driver. And, of course, you’re endlessly grateful for the opportunity to follow him around the world in return for your services as his social media lackey. It’s a job you enjoy even. Which is not to say that you’ve got any kind of ulterior motive to show up on race weekends—

Nope. None at all!

It’s certainly got nothing at all to do with the fellow Australian Flynn Rider-lookalike that hangs around Alpine hospitality. Nothing whatsoever.

Jack Doohan isn’t even on your radar. And you certainly don’t keep an eye out for a flash of warm brown hair or that Roman nose of his. The familiar Australian accent in a crowd, grey-blue eyes shining in the sun, the tooth that often catches on his bottom lip—

No. You don’t pay attention to Jack Doohan at all.

Well, at least not as far as Oscar is concerned.

Cootie-ridden, annoying, pain-in-your-arse, Oscar.

Who as far as you know, thinks you’re still seven years old and pushing him into the sandpit in your parent’s backyard. Who honestly thinks all boys look at you and still see the little girl with pigtail braids who used to play race-cars with him. Which, well, is the same way you look at Oscar and see the kid who used to pick his boogers and spend hours reading his favourite racing magazine to you when you just wanted to play Barbies.

So whatever, you’re even—

You think his girlfriend is crazy for being in love with him and he doesn’t think Jack Doohan has a crush on you.

Oh yeah: you think Jack Doohan has a crush on you. Or you might have a crush on Jack Doohan, who’s to say?

It’s really not some baseless accusation you’re spouting with no evidence. Again, Oscar just thinks you still have cooties. And, okay, y’know what, see for yourself—

You swear this time you’re only outside Alpine hospitality on accident. Oscar and Lando are wrapped up in some McLaren PR thing and you’re filming B-roll of the paddock to use in a reel you’re thinking about making. Ending up by Alpine was a total mistake.

Not that it bothers you much when the object of your affection turns up regardless.

You hear the scuff of shoes against gravel and feel a presence hovering at your back before you know it’s him. Somehow, you know it’s him anyway. As if you’re linked by some cosmic thread. As if you’re attuned to his very aura… Not that you believe in that stuff. But it is weird. The way you know him without sight.

You feel his hair tickle your cheek as he leans over your shoulder, all up in your space.

You don’t mind.

“Hard at work, huh?” he teases into your ear, his breathy laugh making you suppress a shiver.

“Mm hm,” you answer, tight lipped, trying to keep the camera stabilised despite yourself, “Doin’ my job.”

He moves away and you finally hit the button to stop recording. You spin around to face him, trying not to let a full-blown grin appear on your face. He’s doing something similar, half-grin, that snaggletooth you like so much on display. Eyes sparkling in the sunlight.

“Was that a jab at me?”, he raises his eyebrows (can’t raise just one, you’ve discovered).

You make a face, shake your head, “No, I would never,” you tell him in an exaggerated tone that says you’re taking the piss.

He scoffs, points a finger at you, “I’ll have you know that I was on the sim until three in the morning.”

You laugh this time, loud, tucking your phone into your back pocket and trying to resist the urge to lean into him like girls do in the movies. Hand on his shoulder, folding in half, like he’s just said the funniest thing ever. Like he’s not just some guy with brown hair and pretty eyes.

“Yeah, I know, Jack. You don’t let anyone forget it.”

His eyes widen impishly, “People need to know.”

“Sure do,” you smile broadly; meaning it, also taking a bit of a jab at Alpine’s chronic ‘middle-of-the-pack’-ness without being too mean, “Where would Alpine be without you?”

He shrugs nonchalantly, “In the gutter, with Williams, probably.”

You both burst suddenly into a fit of laughter. Neither one of you leaning on the other, but close to it. You’re sure it looks suspicious— Oscar Piastri’s known best friend and Alpine’s reserve driver bent over and giggling with each other— but you can’t bring yourself to care.

Being around Jack is intoxicating.

He makes your head spin and your heart race and your chest feel like it’s got some yawning sun inside of it. When you’re with him you always want more. To hear him talk, to watch his expressions shift, to feel him, warm and there and next to you. It’s never enough.

You want you want you want,

He occupies your mind when he’s not around. You think back on your texts. Interactions that the two of you have had. How he looked on a certain day. If you’re being too annoying by replying to his Instagram stories—

It shouldn’t matter. It does anyway. You want him to like you, so desperately that there’s an ache pulsing in the middle of your chest. Right in the centre of your ribs.

Sometimes, you think he wants you to like him too.

You’re drunk on it— him, the laughter— it makes your fingers tingle when you look at him. Not sure if this is the Moment exactly, but feeling something in the air anyway. The way his mouth is parted, the way the corner of it lifts. It’s not the Something, but it is something. Or at least it’s something until,

well, until Oscar—

Oscar who comes barreling over like there’s not palpable electricity between you and Jack right now.

“Hey man,” he says, as you’re watching them dap each other up like Oscar isn’t totally ruining any chance to flirt further with the Alpine reserve driver. You roll your eyes covertly. Huff audibly when Oscar drags you away for PR duties. Send Jack a beaming smile over your shoulder anyway, get one in return that makes you all warm and fuzzy and hopeful.

Oscar side eyes you, “Why do you look all red?”

You raise an eyebrow, hair flicking into your own face as you snap your head to look at him, “Excuse me?”

He gestures at his own face, then points at yours, “Dunno. You’re all red. Did you say something embarrassing to Jack? He probably doesn’t care—”

“Oh my god,” you cut him off, “Are you that blind?”

He frowns, furrows his eyebrows, “What do you mean?”

You jut a thumb at Alpine hospitality in the distance, careful to keep your voice low, “You don’t think there was something back there? Like between Jack and I?”

Oscar stares at you for a long moment. Dumbfounded. Utterly confused. So much so that you begin to get annoyed at his silence. What does it say that your boy-best-friend can’t even imagine a guy having a crush on you? Are you really that insane for thinking Jack might?

“You and Jack?” he asks.

“Jack and I,” you repeat, tone clipped.

He’s quiet for another long second. Then he’s shaking his head like it’s the most absurd thing he’s ever heard,

“No,” he’s saying in that way that’s trying to sound like a maybe but betrays his true feelings on the matter.

You scoff indignantly, then shove him hard enough that he stumbles into a wall. He’ll eat his words one day, you know it.

hope u guys enjoyed🥺