#we are stardust; we are golden

[lonesomedreamer]

I came upon a child of God He was walking along the road And I asked him, “Where are you going?” And this he told me: “I’m going on down to Yasgur’s farm; I’m gonna join in a rock ‘n’ roll band...” Joni Mitchell, “Woodstock”

“It’s incredible! I heard the New York Freeway’s closed. [...] Isn’t that far out?” Arlo Guthrie

Though the New York State Thruway wasn’t actually closed, the roads surrounding Bethel, New York became gridlocked for almost 20 miles in mid-August 1969 as people arrived for the Woodstock Music and Arts Fair. The festival, which began on Friday, August 15, drew an estimated 400,000 to 500,000 attendees—vastly more than the crowd of 50,000 that the organizers had anticipated. Many of them simply left their vehicles on the clogged rural roads and walked the rest of the way.

[alonetogether]

WE ARE NOT WHAT YOU THINK WE ARE

[bewitchedmold]

WARNING ALL JJBA FANS

the month of April is approaching and I'm am simply posting this to warn any of you mfs that if I see even one SBR anime release date April Fool's post it shall beith on sight at the ass crack of dawn.

[fortunaestalta]

[toestalucia]

terrible mood -> thinking about captains & alliahs mess of families -> immediate improvement

[starry-blue-echoes]

So I just realized……

The Sex Pistols are just a worse Emperor

BEFORE I GET ANYONE ANGRY AT ME I SWEAR I HAVE GOOD REASONS FOR THIS CONCLUSION HEAR ME OUT-

so the Pistols are small, fast, and can redirect any bullets shot, but at a limit of one redirect per Pistol and said redirects are exclusively in a straight line. They also have to get into position and it’s possible for them to miss or mess up, and if the bullet stops they’re essentially hosed. They’re also almost unusable, or at the very least MUCH less affective, when Mista doesn’t have a gun, and while they can scout they are physically INCREDIBLY weak.

Now let’s look at The Emperor

The Stand is the whole gun itself, which means it can’t be taken or used against Hol. And if he’s ever disarmed he could just. Re-summon the Stand

The Emperor also never needs to be reloaded and as an added bonus, by Hol simply having it unsummoned it is literally impossible to see and can be concealed almost perfectly. Only someone who knew of Hol Hirse before hand would be aware of his ability, so he could essentially blindside them with a bullet when they think he’s unarmed

The bullets are also completely under Hol Horse’s control even after they’ve been shot, allowing them to swerve around edges and loop back around if the shot misses, with no current range limit known for how far they can go. See: when he and Boingo tried attack the group and his bullets came back after going past the top of a clocktower

AND The Emperor is capable of harming Stands given the fact that the bullets also count as part of the Stand itself, giving Hol Horse more options when facing another User as an enemy

So……. on almost all fronts The Emperor has the Pistols beat

[yeats-infection]

category 5 joni mitchell woodstock moment

[sallyyysal]

Introduction!!

Hello everyone! I'm making this post to introduce myself and to say what I'm going to post and write! this also contains my DNI list so please read until the end if you're interested, thank you!♡

My name is Sal (she/they) and I'm 18 years old. I speak Italian, English, Spanish, German and French.

I'm a digital artist and writer (multifandom), and I also play guitar in a band. I'm mainly working on my original series, "The Forbidden Gift".

This blog is self insert/oc x canon friendly, as an OC x canon creator!!

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About art🖌️

I'm mostly going to post about my series, but also oc x canon content, so if you don't like it feel free to ignore♡

What can you request?

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Hate art

NSFW art (for now)

Anything problematic/I don't feel comfortable with

when requesting, you can send me all the references on my Instagram! username is @/sallyyysal

About writing ✍️

you can find my stories on Wattpad, but I might write some silly oneshots, headcanons or funfacts here, even though I'd like to do something on webtoon. I'll see how it works and let you know!

!dni list!

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proship, comship, neutral

homophobic, transphobic

racist

use slurs

romanticise mental illness

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And that's all there is to say I guess! I might be a bit slow some days because of school, but I promise you won't be ignored! I'll try my best to do everything!

thank you so much for reading!♡

[fuck-em-up-your-grace]

“I love you in the same way there’s a chapel in the hospital” <- Hey Pete Wentz, yeah, just shoot me next time, thanks!

[not-so-childsplay]

Character tags dump!

[cookierunconfessionblog]

Cookie of the year is rigged. Round 2 infuriates me.

Why does Stardust need a costume to match Moonlight's? I thought we all established that Golden Cheese would get it because of her story?

This infuriates me. Again with Black Pearl. Why? She literally has 2 legendary costumes.

Why isn't Frost Queen in top 3 at the moment?

ㅤ

[azullumi]

"honey in your mouth when you say my name" ; aventurine

premise— happiest birthday to the man who had stardust on his wake and the sun for a soul; he was warm and he was everything you have ever dreamed for. this is a gift to the man who knew cruelty all his life but remained kind despite the cracks and blood on his skin.

content tags — 2.1 QUEST SPOILER, established relationship, soft aventurine (WE SAY IN UNISON), angst and fluff, a few metaphors, mentions of death and blood, birthday sadness (idk what u call that), NOT PROOFREAD I DID THIS ON A RUSH, 1.4K ; one-shot (bullet-form)

note — i have exams tomorrow and a lot of things due but the moment i heard it was his birthday, i wrote this for him AAAAAAAAAAAAA

AVENTURINE can still remember the smell of rain the day blood filled the line of his vision. It’s horrifying, haunting, sharp in all of its corners as it finds him in a sunny morning when he tries to look for the pieces of himself scattered on his floor, hidden beneath the carpet (and when he lifts the pattern, he’ll find torn and broken memories of when he was still young and loved). For this reason, he is not really into the prospect of celebrating his birthday, not when the day is intertwined with grief.

He avoids telling people of his day, avoids thinking of it by burying himself in hundreds of paperworks and cases to handle. He can’t think of that day without thinking of death, without thinking of his sister who laid lifeless in the golden sands (she probably thought of him in his last moments), without thinking of his mother who prayed even when her knees and hands are bleeding (the rain came to her as a blessing, but for him it has become a curse), and without thinking of his father who never got to hold his son (he never knew what he sounds like).

He’ll remember everything, that was his curse.

He never celebrated that day, not anymore, not even once. Perhaps he tried, perhaps he went into the bakery with the thought of getting himself a cake and lighting a candle, perhaps he tries to seek beauty on the day that he was born, especially when it coincides with the day of rebirth of his goddess. Perhaps he did and perhaps the cake was left rotting in his fridge because he can’t seem to enjoy the taste of it when its reminiscence of the bitter rain and fresh blood. 

(He can’t bear the thought that silence was his only companion either) He’d like to think that the meows of the critters as they approach him translate to words that greets him a happy birthday, but how could they? It’s a silly thought, it’s not like they can understand him nor any of these stupid traditions, and it’s not like he can understand them either. So he still remains alone.

But there, you came—unexpected, unwavering. When you learnt of his birthday, when he told you of his past and every line that exists in his being, a shell of determination washes on the shore of your thoughts. It didn’t have to be grand, it didn’t have to be extravagant; you only wish to make the day memorable for him, even just for once. You wanted him to let go of the thorns and feel how nice it is to have nothing that makes your hand bleed.

Although, you must admit, you were anxious, scared, nervous, everything while you were preparing for it. I mean, sure, it’s just going to be something simple with you and him only, and you made sure that in some aspects of it, he’ll enjoy it. You know that the burden he carries is heavy on his shoulders, and letting go is never easy nor simple, but for once, you wanted to do something for him to ease the tension that lies in his thoughts and bones.

Imagine the surprise and confusion on his face when he comes home to his apartment smelling like freshly-baked bread, tangled with the scent of lit candles and flowers, and the aroma of food. Surely, this wasn’t a burglary, right? What type of burglar would leave rose petals on the path of his doorway leading to wherever? What type of burglar would spend the time to bake a cake and even cook dinner? And what type of burglar would dress up so pretty and smile at him while their hands are trembling behind their back?

There’s the sound of his voice calling out to your name and soon, he heard something cluttering followed by rushed footfalls, and there you were, peeking behind the wall with a nervous grin plastered on your lips. You greet, “You’re home early, I thought you were going to be late?”

“I was going to be but I decided to bring some of the leftover papers home instead. I didn’t know you were going to come by, you should have told me.” He answers, taking off his dress shoes and placing it on the rack, “I could have come home much earlier if I knew.”

You laugh, emerging from behind the wall, “It’s fine, it’s fine.” You try to find the words to say in your trembling palms and fidgeting fingers. If he knew of what you were planning, surely, he would stop you and you didn’t want that. Albeit you don’t recall him saying he didn’t want nor like celebrating his day, but he did mention that he simply avoids it—does avoidance equate to dislikeness or hatred? It was plaguing your mind.

He hums, ushering you to come close to him so he can wrap his arms around your figure, engulfing you in a hug as he rests his forehead on top of your shoulder. “Why are you so dressed up? What’s the occasion? I don’t recall setting a date for the both of us tonight.”

“Do you not remember?”

Panic quickly shot over him like a bullet as he stood up straight from his position, “We have plans tonight?! There’s nothing on my schedule for today so I thought.” He’s quick to utter apologies, anxiety seen on his face as he spoke. It breaks your heart a little hearing what he’s saying—he doesn’t even remember.

“‘Rine, it’s your birthday.”

Silence.

Disbelief outlines the line on his lips, “What?”

You bite the inside of your cheek, feeling like there is something that wraps and binds around your chest which suffocates you; It was your turn to panic, feeling it overwhelm the nerves of your body, “You mentioned it once, perhaps a few months ago. I wanted to make it a little special for you so I prepared something for us, for you. It’s okay if you don’t want to, I mean I can just—”

You were interrupted by him, your sentence cutting short, “Oh, love, you didn’t have to.” He cups your cheek, warmth seeping into your skin. You didn’t listen to his voice for so long to not be familiar with how it cracks and breaks when the words fall from his lips.

“But I did and I wanted to.” You answer, softly, reassuring him as you lean into his touch.

“Having you beside me already makes it all special.”

You laugh, eyes forming into a small crescent that reminds him of the moon, “And I want it to be more than just that kind of special.” And he sighs upon hearing your answer, it’s not one of frustration but it still has worry forming on your stomach as you swallow, “Are you mad at me?”

“No, how could I ever be mad at you? I’m just surprised.” He brushes the pad of his thumb across your cheek, gazing into your eyes with such affection and adoration as if the stars were born from his eyes. He presses a kiss on your forehead, whispering to your skin as if a small confession, “Thank you.”

How could he ever be worthy of you?

You hum, "I love you, Kakavasha."

Aventurine is grateful—it fills every gap and crack on his skin, soothing the scars of his flaws, and everything that sets him apart from his humanity. He never knew that cakes could taste this sweet, so kind and gentle as it melts on his tongue.

Slowly but surely, he soon let the warmth settle in his skin. The gray walls that surround that day are soon painted and drawn with different colors, with doodles that were made by your hands mixed with a few of his works. Perhaps the ocean of his grief will still haunt him but he won’t drown in it, nor will he find comfort in the cold embrace of nothing and everything that rejects him.

(Kakavasha, your sister would be so happy for you.)

And when the day comes once more, he’ll see and dream of the rain but not how bitter and heavy it was, but how it soon became warm and sweet, washing away the blood on his feet.

special mention to @toorurs, thanks for always being there for me even when i say the most nonsense of things or when my sheep genes are acting up 😔 i hope everything is going well for you and will go well for youuu!! sorry for being inactive AND NOT REPLYING TO YOUR TIKTOKS AAAA I SWEAR ILL BE MORE ACTIVE SOON I WILL REPLY EVEN WHEN YOU STILL HAVEN'T MESSAGED 👆 anyways this is a very short dedication note because gosh i still have to study hejsad ilyyyyy a lotttt please always remember that !!

© azullumi — do not plagiarize, copy, repost, nor translate any of my works.

[bewitchedmold]

Just realized that even though I talk a lot abt JoJo's and I always add a picture to a post, I've only posting one pic even slightly JoJo's related💀

[fortunaestalta]

[toestalucia]

wrong blog as per usual but ive been thinking about it again lately but. the way akira(&co) realizes owen wasnt responsible for nicholas entire thing during pt1....cuz owen enjoys being mean....so when he doesnt seem genuine with it it gives away something else is going on (owen actually not rmbring the situation), but its the entire thing of how much akira reads into their expressions (and the billion of lines of how theyre imaging a scene they were told or what someone must be feeling/thinking) & that brad mentions it during his entire speech during pt2 (along w akira asking him first if hes annoyed, when brad had more issue w akiras overthinking rather than the assignment itself)

[neil-gaiman]

Hi Neil! I don't know if you know anything about this but I just picked up a clothbound version of Stardust (the gift edition) and it's bound upside down?? I had to bring it home because I was so baffled by it, and it was the first book I happened to pick up.

I don't know what I'm asking I just thought it was so strange. I wonder if there are other upside down ones out in the wild? Have you seen any?

They definitely exist. We discovered several the last time I signed books at Golden Notebook. They are definitely odd.