dust speck in the universe

You hold galaxies in your heart.

Yet, such a small speck of dust in this vast universe. Such an insignificant little speck that has done so fucking much. So much to people he’ll meet and never meet. So much to people who stay and go. So much to those who’ve passed and those who still keep kicking. 

I cannot thank him enough for everything he has done. And I know he’ll blow that off, that we are the real life changers. But I’m serious. He has done so much for us. He’s helped so damn much. So much that can’t be explained in just words. While the birthday piece isn’t the best I can do, it sure is a step. I’ve come so far because of him. Drowning out reality and quelling my anxiety with him. Drawing his big dumb face nearly everyday for over a YEAR. And he’s brought me so far, without even being near me. Helping me, and I’m sure other people, become better. I know he has so much impact on other people all the same. I know he knows that, but I want him to really fucking know that.

I will keep it short though, since this is already kinda long. Happy birthday, Mark. You’re an old man now. And thank you, for everything you do. I hope your birthday is going swell!

edit: i forgot to mention! i’ll be getting a tattoo inspired by you at some point in the future!. yeah.

46. im in love... shit

starlord x reader

Requested by: @summertime-nd-butterflies

Originally posted by starlvrd

Days and nights truly had no meaning whatsoever in space. Instead, you divided your time into hours and places. With all the different timezones getting thrown around, life was just easier to say things at the time (according to the place you were at in the moment) and the name of the place you were.

For instance, you met a self-proclaimed “legendary outlaw” with the title “Starlord” at Knowhere, at about 1500. Upon first glance, you were taken aback by his confidence and outwardness. He joked openly about… well, anything, and didn’t take much notice to you, the self-proclaimed legendary nothing-in-particular. You owned the title proudly, and sat back in your seat and watched the empty-minded aliens drunkenly punch each other and screech in different languages.

He was just another person. A diamond in the rough, perhaps, but you had seen many of those pass through, and most of them ended up the same way; they were too outward or too “funny” and got their ass handed to them, quite literally, and never made it passed the golden age of 27. Of course, he was something special, though you’d never admit to anybody who asked, but you tried not to linger on it, because in this life, lingering only led to hurt and hurt led to… well, hurt led to a great-big downward spiral of pain and never-agains.

“You look bored,” he said, suddenly right in front of you.

You jumped, eyebrows raised as a lump formed in your throat. You looked up at him for a moment, angry at how you had let yourself get lost in your thoughts. Or rather, lost in your thoughts about another person, who was now right in front of you- and, oh, god, you still weren’t saying anything.

“Lack manners where you come from?” he chided, pulling up a rusty old chair next to you and taking a seat.

You took in a breath and shrugged. “You took me by surprise,” you said softly, your eyes gently grazing his face, his stubble, his eyes, his everything.

He smirked. “Sorry, then. You’re a pretty face-” he said, but quickly took in a sharp breath, “pretty, uh… pretty new face,” he hurried.

You chuckled. “Maybe to you, but I’ve been around here for a while now. I haven’t seen you, either.”

He shifted, leaning back slightly. “Well then I guess it was about time we met,” he said, reaching out a hand for yours, “I’m Peter Quill, legendary outlaw, though you may know me as Starlord.”

You let your hand fold around his, small and soft. “No, actually I haven’t heard of you.”

His expression faltered for a second, but he quickly reclaimed his overbearing confidence. “Well now you have.”

“I suppose,” you said, suddenly bored.

“And what about you? You have a name?”

You thought for a moment. You glanced around, and sat up straight, your hands folded over your stomach. “Y/N,” you said, meeting his eyes with your own, “I am merely a speck of dust surviving in a universe infinitely too big for my tiny mind to comprehend.”

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Quantum entanglement may appear to be closer to science fiction than anything in our physical reality. But according to the laws of quantum mechanics – a branch of physics that describes the world at the scale of atoms and subatomic particles – quantum entanglement, which Einstein once skeptically viewed as “spooky action at a distance,” is, in fact, real.

Imagine two specks of dust at opposite ends of the universe, separated by several billion light years. Quantum theory predicts that, regardless of the vast distance separating them, these two particles can be entangled. That is, any measurement made on one will instantaneously convey information about the outcome of a future measurement on its partner. In that case, the outcomes of measurements on each member of the pair can become highly correlated.

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Sometimes Yuri wonders if there is more to life; if there is any actual reason for his existence other than ‘there was a big bang and some stuff happened and millions of years later here we are’ . 

His grandfather used to tell him about God, and take him to church, but Yuri put a stop to that the first time he heard someone there even vaguely hint that boys liking boys was wrong. Most people didn’t think that way any more, but he didn’t really want to take any chances. He’d heard the stories, and besides, he’d never had any proof that there was someone up there looking out for him. 

Still. Looking up at the stars and realising he is but a tiny speck of dust in this thing called a universe is daunting. What’s the point of it all? What real consequences would there be if he just disappeared?

It’s not the most pleasant thing to think about, and he doesn’t do it very often, choosing instead to focus on his training rather than thinking too hard about it. Not that that stops the thoughts from returning every evening as he falls asleep. 

Slowly, though, slowly it starts to change. He makes friends, starting with Otabek and continuing with finally considering Yuuri and Viktor and Mila as the same. Perhaps this life thing doesn’t need a meaning. 

And then Otabek and he take a step into something new and scary and half-terrifying, half-exhilarating. It lasts, and he wakes up in bed with Otabek six months after that first kiss. He spends most of his nights there, these days. 

Maybe, he thinks, watching the sunlight stream in and coat Otabek in warm yellow light, maybe this is what it’s about. Maybe it’s finding someone to spend time with and who makes him happy every day. 

And if that’s what it is, maybe that’s not so bad.

MALEC (and some other Shadowhunters pairings/friendship) headcanon - Part 3

Part 1

Part 2 

Warning: Could contained SPOILER. Proceed with caution.

- Alec knows that almost no one - no matter if they are Downworlder or Shadowhunter or even mundane, no matter what their sexual orientation is.. no matter if they hate or likes him - could deny that Magnus is beautiful. Alec thinks so too~.. but more than that, Alec just thinks Magnus is really really the cutest thing ever existed. Don’t tell Magnus but sometimes when he tries to be sexy and seductive and coy, all Alec could think of is just how adorable his lover is: those bright eyes looking up at him..those pink lips pursing into a pout when Alec pretends he didn’t notice Magnus wants his attention..

- Sometimes Alec is the little spoon. Sometimes Magnus is the little spoon. Sometimes Alec wakes up and found he’d drooled all over Magnus chest. Sometimes Magnus wakes up to Alec hugging him to his chest so tight he could barely breathe. Sometimes the night was just too hot and there’ll be a considerable space in between their bodies. Whatever their position may end up in the morning though, one thing for sure: they almost always, with hands entwined in between them, fall asleep facing each other.

- It’s true that Simon thinks Luke as his unofficial dad. But he also knows that between him and Clary, Luke will always be more partial towards Clary. Simon is pretty sure that goes for Magnus as well (not to mentioned Magnus’s boyfriend hates Simon)… So why, Simon questioned himself, even knowing all that, he still found himself standing right outside the warlock’s door at 2 in the morning, soaking wet from the heavy rain outside and feeling so painfully lonely and hurt - 3 days after that Seelie Court visit. 

- Magnus opened the door just as Simon turned to leave, ushered him inside and without saying anything, just grabbed the young vampire into a big tight hug. 

- Simon was ashamed to admit it but he cried: snot and all. Tried to explained in jumbled of words but Magnus just shushed him and just hugged him tighter (Simon later found out that Jace had confided in Alec what happened at the Seelie Court and apparently #malec couple is one of those couples that share almost everything with their partner)

- Malec on Seelie Court incident after they heard what happened between Clary, Jace and Simon: 

“It was no one’s fault, obviously.. but.. still.. Simon deserves better.. That Queen~ she’s always such a…” *sigh* “If it was us and Jace.. and you were in Clary’s place.. what do you th..”

“It’ll be you.”

“..but you and him..”

“Magnus, Jace made me aware that I might be different. But you.. you are the reason I’m not ashamed of it, that I embraced it… that I’m thankful for it. 

So it’ll be you. No what or if about it. For me, it’ll always be you..”

- It truly was no one’s fault.. Just one of those shitty things that we called life. But if for the next few weeks Clary found her hair keeps getting tangled like bird’s nest no matter how many times she brushed it in a day or that Jace found no matter where he goes for patrol, there’ll be a duck popping out of nowhere and keeps stalking him, if all vampires (especially Raphael’s clan) is extra growly with both Jace and Clary, and if their drinks order keep getting mixed up - especially when it was Maia manning the bar… well, no one’s admitting to anything.

(they may have their differences and disagreements between races but when it comes to Shadowhunters, the Downworlders is a united front protecting their own from ‘em uppity Angels bullies)

- The first time they noticed Izzy been spending more and more time with Simon, Magnus asked Alec tentatively how does he feels about those two budding friendship-probably-gonna-be-more-if-Izzy’s-hungry looks-towards-Simon-to-be-believed.. Surprisingly, Alec said he has no problem with Izzy being with Simon… largely due to the fact that Alec knows full well that Izzy will be the one be in full control in that relationship~ ^^;;

- Magnus offered to take Alec away from everything: The Clave, The Institute, Shadow World itself~… All Alec needs to do is just say the word, and Magnus wouldn’t hesitate to quit the High Warlock post and spirit Alec away from all the stress and lies and judgement.. Just the two of them, off to explore the world twice over before retiring to any country of Alec’s liking. Alec just smiled, kissed Magnus and said that was a very nice offer but he has to say no.

- He didn’t want to even admit it to himself but what he truly meant was.. not yet

- Izzy is super protective of Simon and if she heard of any vampires/werewolves/shadowhunters bullying or even talking bad/down on Simon, she would literally hunt them down ad kick their ass. 

- Simon told her that he is a vampire and thus is very strong (not to mentioned has super speed) and could take care of himself. Izzy said if Simon could best her in a mock sparring, she would agree to tone down a bit.

…… Current score? Izzy: 12, Simon: 1 (Izzy had a cold that day and Simon got in a lucky foot sweep move)

- Luke misses her every day: her early morning smile, her funny faces in trying to make him laugh, her never ending failure in making edible omelette, her gentleness, her stubbornness, their warm days and hotter nights… When she’s gone, something inside him broke and hurts and his wolf mourned and howled to the moon goddess, begging to follow his heart to the Afterlife. 

He thought he would never feel again… he didn’t even want to. 

But…  life funny in the most unexpected way..

No matter how much you get kicked down,

no matter how hurt you are.. so hurt that you feel like dying.

When you think ’this is it

When you promised yourself ’no more’.

The world still keeps turning.

You still going to find yourself living day after day after day

When your inside felt like something was carved out of them,

Look outside the window and see how nothing had change.

For what are we to the vast universe but a speck of dust - lost in the sands of time.

And so one day in the middle of laughing about some of the ridiculous silliest thing, Luke realized that the gaping wound in his heart is but just a distant throbbing.

He looks across to the (truly rare) sight of one Maryse Lightwood trying not to laugh out loud (gotta keep the stern image up, right~?) but is failing miserably, and thought.. ‘Ah~.. could it be…?’ 

- Magnus brought Alec to visit Indonesia. And though the place changed a lot since he was small (800 years old is a damn long time after all~ the site where his house once was, now has a huge shopping mall on it), they did visit the Candi Borobudur - the temple in which Magnus found the sanctuary in with the monks after the tragic incident with his parents. And as Alec walks silently among all those huge statues with Magnus besides him - chattering on about the history of the place; he imagines small, chubby-cheeked Magnus still in shock and traumatized by the suicide of his mother and the murder of his stepfather by his own tiny hands. Alec imagines how lonely and sad and terrified Magnus must’ve felt then, being among these strange stern-looking monks… unsure of his fate, unsure of even what he is.. He imagines all that, and pulls Magnus closer to him - as if to offer comfort to that little boy, long gone hundreds of years ago.. 

*********** XXXX************

A moment of silence for these lost #malec scenes that we should’ve got…

… yes. still bitter about these (ꐦ ಠ皿ಠ )


I have plenty more (friendship/couple) hc on #jimon #climon #sizzy #saphael #parabatai #magnus/maryse #sebastian/magnus #luke/maryse #lightwoodfamily #magnus/clary and of course #malec.

min yoongi probably.....
  • Namjoon: do you ever contemplate about how we are mere specks of dust in this colossal universe, that while our planetary mass follows its heliocentric path of orbit and our lunar body follows its geosynchronous path around the earth and we humans live and die and bicker over our petty inconveniences there are stars which have existed for millennia erupting into supernova as it reaches it's demise in a scintillation of destructive power
  • Yoongi: namjoon it is three in the goddamn morning

“This is your life.” It’s such a simple statement, but it’s so true.

I used to agonize over my existence—the fact that I’m finite, and even worse, a mere speck of dust in comparison to the rest of our universe. Alternate dimensions and realities only worsens this feeling. It calls into question our entire reason for being, it calls into question the need for morality, for any value system at all. Other shows and forms of media explore this, too (Bojack Horseman and Rick & Morty—the latter especially for moral nihilism).

But you know what I’ve learned to tell myself? Fuck the grand scheme. I’m here now. I exist, that’s a fact, and my existence is important to me. Therefore, what I do matters, who I spend my time with matters. If anything, my insignificance gives me license to live as authentically as I can.

This monologue from Dax could not come at a better time in the series, and I feel like MC reacted to her news as well as she could have. My favourite chapter of Hero by far at this point. Bravo 💗

Yellow. -Joe Sugg Imagine.

Trigger Warning: This imagine contains a panic attack. I love you all so, so, so deeply and so very much. Please listen to the song above, of course if you’d like to. You can listen to it during the imagine or even before you read.

Anxiety: a feeling of worry, nervousness, or unease about something with an uncertain outcome.

What does anxiety feel like? It’s overwhelming, consuming, and hard to escape. It takes your breath away with zero effort, and leaves you feeling completely exhausted.

Panic Attack: A panic attack is a sudden episode of intense fear that triggers severe physical reactions when there is no real danger or apparent cause. Panic attacks can be very frightening. When panic attacks occur, you might think you’re losing control, having a heart attack or even dying.

Existential Crisis: An existential crisis is a moment at which an individual questions the very foundations of their life: whether this life has any meaning, purpose, or value.

|Joe Sugg |

I watch with close eyes as Y/N lays down in our back garden. She’s wearing nothing but her red and navy checkered pyjama bottoms and one of my long grey hoodies while fluffy white socks heat her feet. I don’t know how she can not feel this crippling cold. I’m indoors, standing idly by the heater as a cold shiver races down my spine.

Y/N’s hands are resting on her tummy and I watch intently as she takes slow breaths. I take hold of the small blanket from the radiator and begin to make my way outside, hissing to myself as the cold air hits my cheeks.

As I approach Y/N, I gently drape the blanket over her, seeing her face remain motionless as she continues to stare up into the sky. By the dazed look on her face, I know she’s thinking to herself. Y/N adores star-gazing. It’s her favorite thing to do. I often catch her sitting on our balcony in the middle of the night, sprawled out on a sun chair, gazing up at the dark night blanket that glimmers.

Silence fills the air. The world is still and I feel like time is paused.

I slowly sit down on my knees, before laying down onto my back, mirroring her position, heaving in a deep breath and watching my breath fan out into a small fog. I’m only out the door three minutes and I can feel my knuckles turn white from the cold. I flicker my eyes momentarily over to Y/N and notice how her lips are almost shading blue.

“You’re going to freeze to death out here.” I whisper worriedly, noticing how rosy her cheeks are from the harsh winter wind hitting against them.

“Did you know, in our Milky Way Galaxy alone, there are two hundred to four hundred billion stars?” Y/N speaks, her eyes fixated on the stars glimmering above her.

I shake my head.

“I never knew that.” I whisper in reply, furrowing my brows together as I watch her nod to herself.

Y/N and I have been together for four years. We met in a record shop. I was buying some new LP’s to play on my new record player that I received for my twenty first birthday. It was a gift from my grandmother. The two of us would listen to all of her old records on her actual record player. My grandmother knew how much I adored listening to music through records, so she decided to buy me an up to date, modern record player so I could listen to my tunes.

On the weekend of my birthday, I sauntered into a dusty old record shop, browsing through the many artists that I could choose from and that was when I met my sweet love Y/N. She stood behind the cash register, twirling the dial on the radio in hopes to get a music channel playing. While paying for my records, I used some of my best chat up lines and managed to score a coffee date and now, four years later, I’m the man that gets to kiss her goodnight.

“Did you also know that every star in the night sky is actually bigger and brighter than the sun?” She breathed as I looked from her still body to the mess of stars up in the sky, chuckling slightly in astonishment at this new fact.

“Really?” I ask.


Silence overlaps us again, and I focus my attention on the stars glowing above us.

“I think they’re quite beautiful to look at, don’t you think?” I question, allowing my words to pass through my lips. “They’re all millions of miles away and they still like to come out and glow for us.” I smile, resting my hands on my stomach and hearing Y/N’s gentle breaths, along with a soft murmured ‘yes’.

“It’s impossible to count them all.” She whispers, her eyes staying fixated on the twinkling blanket that shines above us. “But I love them.”

Astrophile: (n) a person who loves stars, astronomy.

“I’d rather look at you than the stars. You’re beauty outshines all of these stars.” I grin cutely, turning my body on it’s side and supporting myself on my elbow, giving Y/N my undivided attention as I gaze at her beauty.

I frown ever so slightly seeing her continue to look up at the stars and wondering if she heard me or if it’s possible that I’m just speaking too quite.

“The fastest spinning objects in the Universe are neutron stars, they can rotate five hundred times in just one second.” Y/N breathes, her eyes twitching ever so slightly, enough for me to notice and I can’t help but wonder how she manages to remember all of these facts.

“They deserve a gold star for all that effort.” I crack a small cheesy joke, raising my eyebrows over to her only to see her lips sit in a line. I sigh slightly and shake my head, knowing that she is far too engrossed with the stars to even take note of my joke.

Y/N has never told me why she loves to stargaze so much. I find it odd, how she loves the stars so much, yet she has never wanted to become an astronomer. Deep down, I feel like I know the answer as in to why she loves to star gaze so much. When you step outside on a chilly winter night and glance up at the night sky and see small, glimmering and breath taking twinkling lights. it is almost as if something special clicks in your mind. It’s hard to put your finger on it but you know something is different. You’re stepping out of the everyday hustle and bustle of the modern world. As a new and younger generation, we are all consumed with technology. We have beeping phones, tablets, laptops and a constant need to be somewhere. When you cross your backdoor to the inky blackness of night, your worries and problems almost fade into the thin air and you stand still in a moment of time. In a way, I feel like it calms her.

“The Milky Way belongs to a cluster of thirty galaxies called the Local Group, which is seven million light years across.” Y/N speaks once more, giving me another fact. Since I’ve sat down beside her, I haven’t once heard her speak a hello or her hear curse about the nippy weather, only facts.

“Our Milky Way is almost as old as our universe. Thirteen billion years.” Y/N mumbles, her eyes squeezing tight. “We’re all just moving through space. We revolve around the sun. The sun revolves around the Milky Way.” I frown at her words and slowly sit up.

“What are we Joe? We are literally tiny specks of dust that can walk and talk, floating through the unknown Universe? What am I doing with my life? What if something happens to our world? Do you know it would take us billions of years to create more people like us on other planets? Joe, I-I can’t breathe.” Y/N gasps, her body shooting up from the ground and her hands pressing to her chest.

“I-I’m d-dying. N-no, don’t let m-me die, Joe. W-we’re all just floating pieces of meat, settled on a big rock, hurdling through the u-unknown.” Y/N gasps, her eyes squeezing tight as tears stream down her icy cheeks. Words flying through her lips that don’t make sense.

I can feel my heart rate pick up instantly. I can feel my bones rattle from my fast beating heart as panic surges through me. I wrap my arms around her body and tug her onto my lap, watching her mouth open and close desperately for air.

“Y/N, listen to me, okay? Focus on my voice. Look at me.” I speak loudly, keeping my voice calm and collected, not wanting to startle or frighten her or make her panic attack worse. I watch as she clutches to her chest, her eyes peeking open as she looks at me desperately.

“This is going to be okay. You’re safe with me. You’re with me and you’re completely fine. This will be okay.” I whisper, running my fingers through her hair while gently running my hand up and down her back in soothing circles, feeling myself panic at the situation.

“Look at the stars. They’re all shining for you.” I breathe, along my voice to stay low. I gently reach up and brush away the tears staining her cheeks.

“Take a deep breath, sweetheart. Just take one for me.” I encourage her, seeing pain flash across her features as she gasps a large breath. “That’s magnificent, baby. You keep doing that whenever you feel like you can, okay?” I whisper, pressing my lips delicately to her cheek bone.

“You’re not going to die. I’m right here and I’ve got you.” I speak, tucking a strand of her long luscious locks of her hair behind her ear.

“I understand why you’re so scared of space and this situation. I understand your fear. I really do. It’s quite scary and strange to think that we are all just floating particles, eternal souls or as you gracefully describe us, slabs of meat, just flying through space on a large rock. But if it wasn’t for Space and this big burly rock, I would never have got to see or even meet the beauty that is you.” I smile softly, swaying us side to side very slowly.

This wasn’t too new to me. I’ve helped Y/N through many panic attacks before and I know how calming it can be for her when I know and understand her fear. I don’t like seeing her suffer with these panic attacks. I know certain things tend to trigger her panic attacks such as extremely claustrophobic places but I never thought that the one thing I thought she enjoyed, -stargazing-, would give her a panic attack. I can hear my brain feed me information on my ways to calm her down.

There have been certain times when I was unable to calm her. There have been times where I’ve been told by her, to leave her alone, and somehow, she finds certain ways that calm her down significantly. There are times where I need to call my mum and Y/N’s mum since I’m entirely useless in the situation. Then there are panic attacks like this. I can squeeze myself in before the panic attack escalates to something more frightening.

“Remember that time, we were feeding the swans? Remember when that greedy one was cheeky and bit my hand? You laughed so hard that you fell into the lake.” I grinned, trying to keep up conversation with her and thinking back to the many years when I would help Zoe through her panic attacks. “I really wish I had vlogged that, you would have went viral.” I whisper, noticing a shaky smile appear on her lips as I speak about our day out in the park.

“How about that time, I so desperately wanted an ice cream, hm? Remember when you were walking back to me with the ice creams? You somehow managed to drop one of them and for some bizarre reason, it was my ice cream that you dropped.” I smirk, bringing up the time we spent the day in Brighton and Y/N dropped my ice cream, causing a passer by to break down into hysterics.

“How about the first time I kissed you?” I whisper softly, lulling her body into mine closer and seeing Y/N take a deep breath. “Eventually, may I add. It only took me three dates to earn that first kiss.” I tease, seeing a smile play on Y/N’s lips while her hands remain over her heart, her lips capturing a deep breath.

“It was Christmas. We were down at this old coffee shop, run by our two favorite people, Liz and Earl, the most famous elderly people in town. They had decorations filling the entire coffee shop, including mistletoe, it was hung right over the door. When we tried to leave, Liz refused for us to go, unless we kissed. You were blushing like crazy and I was almost sure that you could hear my fast beating heart. Then I slowly leaned in, and our lips met. Your lips were so soft, and they tasted like strawberries and sweet champagne. I remember because you wouldn’t stop talking about how much you loved your new lip balm that felt so wonderful on your lips.” I grin, gently running my thumb across Y/N’s lower lip and running my hand up and down her back as I watch her shoulders and body slowly un-tense.

“And from that moment, I knew that I was truly, deeply, and utterly in love with you.” I smile, watching Y/N nestle her neck into the crook of neck.

“I love you.” Y/N croaks, her voice raspy and I breathe in a deep sigh of relief.

“I love you so much more.” I breathe deeply, pressing my lips to the crown of her head, hugging her body tightly against mine. “So much more.” I murmur, inhaling her sweet perfume.

“Everything is okay, my love. How about, we go inside, and you let me wrap you up and get you warmed up, yeah?” I speak slowly, remaining calm, knowing that her panic attack has ended, but not wanting to startle her or trigger another.

I feel her weakly nod against my chest and that gives me the chance to scoop her up into my arms and lead us back into our house, allowing me to lay her down on our sofa and wrap her up in a cocoon of warm blankets. After clicking the kettle on, I saunter back over to Y/N seeing her watching the latest episode of your/favorite/tv show. I take a seat beside her and tug her into my side, rubbing her arms to heat her up and feeling my panicked thoughts subside.

“I love you, Y/N. Everything will be alright.”


Hello my beautiful lovelies!

How are you all?

I really hope you are having the most amazing day or evening and I really hope you know how much I love you and treasure you. I also hope you know how important you are in this world and how valued you are, you beautiful soul.

I’m back! After almost a month? I think? I could be wrong but I am super sorry for not posting sooner but I am back and I am super exited to write more imagines and series, only if you loves would be interested in reading them of course!

I wrote this imagine last night and I’ve been debating whether or not to post it since I have never had a panic attack. I know that I may not have described a panic attack or the situation of a panic attack correctly and for that I am so deeply sorry. I also really hope that it hasn’t triggered a panic attack for any of you sweet loves. I’ve just seen so many situations of people having panic attacks and I know and have read little messages and comments from you beautiful souls about how you suffer with panic attacks and I just wanted to write a little imagine that I hope might bring comfort since Joe is looking after you in this imagine!

Please don’t be afraid to message me your thoughts and let me know what you think! I love reading your sweet messages! They really mean so much to me! I will most definitely be replying to all of you darling souls!

I promise I will be updating extremely soon again if you’d like me to!

I love you all so, so, so, so incredibly much and I really hope you know that!

All of my love xxx

okay but like can you imagine how filled with wonder Adam would be if he heard about the 7 new Earth-like planets?? I’m so convinced that he would wander outside in the middle of the night and just stare up at the sky in awe and Ronan would see him and go stomping outside like “What the fuck are you doing out here, Parrish? It’s cold as balls.” And Adam would just blink and glance over at him before returning his gaze to the stars and mumble something like “Did you hear? About the the planets? We’re just so small” and Ronan would look at him softly and quietly wrap his arms around Adam to make him feel just a little more grounded and a little less insignificant because they may be a speck of dust in the grand universe but they were there and they had each other and that was the whole world to them.

anonymous asked:

I think the reason most people settle for impossible geometry turning your brain into oatmeal when trying to do cosmic horror is that most people today are burned out on the whole "Literally nothing you do matters and humanity is a speck of dust compared to the universe" thing and want something more optimistic.

i’m not sure that the image of something so unfathomably beyond your comprehension to the point that just looking at it for a second destroys your mind beyond repair can be counted as “optimistic” but okay

A Fortunate Event

Summary: If you’re the luckiest person on this entire planet, the person you love decides to love you back.

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It took him a total of seven months to get used to everyone around him. To get used to everything that has changed but that didn’t mean that he was finally happy. Although, Bucky did crack a smile here and there for only one reason:
Y/N saw herself as nothing but a speck of dust. To Bucky? Oh god she was the whole fucking universe, she was the epitome of everything beautiful in this world. What’s funny is that he didn’t even want to admit it to himself– that after months of desperately trying to fix everything, after months of grief, after months of trying to gain everyone’s trust– he was falling for you.

It’s times like this when he’d wish everything would go back to normal, but that’s the thing. He forgot what normal meant to him. Bucky forgot what having a normal life felt like.
Then she’d enter the room with that goddamn smile on her face, and for a moment it seemed like every single pang of sadness, pain and guilt Bucky had held in his chest for so fucking long has finally disappeared. 

“She doesn’t deserve someone so broken.” He thought. “I don’t deserve to know what it’s like to be loved.”

He had no idea that he was everything to her. 

For the rest of Bucky’s life since his escape from HYDRA he believed that he’d never have a chance in being happy anymore. Bits and pieces of his memories slowly came back but none of it made sense to him. It wasn’t enough to fill up the empty hole in his heart. 

Everything happened so fast because he didn’t notice the tears cascading down his cheek until Y/N sat down on the stool next to his, gently placing her palms on his cheek as if he was never the assassin that nearly killed her and the team. For once in his life, he felt human again. 

“Okay?” She whispered.
The silence that filled the room was deafening. 
“I don’t deserve you” he wanted to say.
“I don’t deserve anyone.“ 
“but you deserve to know that you are loved.”

Nothing left his mouth.
But he kissed her,
and she kissed back.
Bucky and Y/N both knew that they didn’t need words to understand what they felt for each other.

After months of hopelessness, Bucky finally felt like his life wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be because out of everyone in the world, out of everyone she could love, she chose him. That was all that mattered.

Happy Halloween

Tarkin: Here is a scary story for you: You are less than a speck of dust in the universe. Your existence in the grand scheme of space and time is negligible. You will most likely never be marked in the annuals of human achievements and therefore will one day be little more than a forgotten rotting thing…

Krennic: Yes, thank you for that. Do I get some fucking candy for not?

Tarkin: I made candy apples.

Krennic: Yay!

honestly how do people have space in their brains to have unnecessary beef with other people and their choices when we’re all just tiny bundles of atoms, flying through space on a floating space rock, in a galaxy that is too big for us to comprehend but is still just a speck of space dust in the ever expanding universe, which we will never know the full extent of,,,,like why does it matter to u Jan if Steven from the PTA marries his partner David