little astronauts

Astronaut don’t wanna go home

Because he had no family

Friends one by one

Leave that planet


So he wanted to explore the deeper universe

Forgotten how the time rivers

Scour his skin

Wash away his memory


Those unable to reach nebula  like their secret

It’s gentle brilliant

His eyes focused

Suddenly time still

Tears gather into a diamond

Floating in the universe


At the moment of indescribable beauty

But also lonely unbearable

If learn the cost of flying is lonely

Can we learn to embrace in the beginning

here are some more trojan hcs that no one asked for

  • there are two dead ants in the corner of laila and alvarez’s dorm, which alvarez has named cabbage and theodore. laila insists they get rid of them. alvarez says she can’t just throw away her children like that
  • jeremy has a habit of walking into a room distracted by his phone (usually twitter or texts with kevin), and he’ll stop in the middle of the room and just sit on the floor, continuing to text
  • this leads jean to constantly trip over him because he’s not expecting jeremy to be sitting right inside the doorway when he comes back from class
  • laila could not for the life of her figure out how to double-knot her shoelaces until she was a junior in high school
  • jeremy has zero navigational sense. at all. jean has to do both the navigating and the driving when they’re in the car together. road trips are a nightmare
  • alvarez has a tattoo of a little astronaut on her arm, just because she thought it looked cool (it does)
  • jean and laila are always competing at something. sometimes they get identical puzzles and see who can put them together fastest, sometimes it’s shopping cart races at walmart at three in the morning.  there’s a pair of freshman backliners that somehow always end up in the baskets of these shopping carts
  • laila is Terrible at math, and is very frequently getting basic equations wrong
  • the biggest argument laila and jean have ever had is over whether fruity pebbles or fruit loops were better.  laila was all for fruit loops, and jean insisted fruity pebbles were superior.  they didn’t talk for three days after
  • jean gets rid of all the black in his wardrobe now that he’s no longer with the ravens. everything is colorful and bright, socks and shoes included
  • alvarez’s favorite nail polish color is called “hush money” purely because it’s called “hush money”
  • jeremy is really good friends with a sophomore striker, and he’ll take her out for breakfast every few weeks, and they’ll talk about new episodes of whatever anime they’re both watching, or a recipe jeremy really wants to try, or how the sophomore’s girlfriend accidentally dyed her hair orange
  • laila loves strawberries.  so much.
  • jeremy has, on several occasions, stopped the car because he saw a dog he wanted to pet
  • jean and laila have two fish that they take care of together, named butter and hargrove the eighth
  • alvarez used to figure skate. she takes laila on ice skating dates all the time partly because laila is terrible at ice skating and alvarez thinks this is adorable, but also partly because she really likes to show off
  • if she knows jean is having a hard time sleeping, alvarez will just send him a continuous stream of memes. most contain cats
  • jeremy has reading glasses
  • (jean Loves jeremy’s reading glasses)
  • laila is demiromantic
  • alvarez loves poetry, she has an entire shelf on her bookcase dedicated to her favorite collections, and has some of her favorite poems memorized. instead of singing/humming to herself when she’s spacing out, she’ll very quietly recite these poems
  • jean can do a perfect impersonation of lightning mcqueen, and very frequently uses it to make some of the freshmen laugh
  • they’re all actual rays of sunshine whom i love

DannyMay Day Four: Alterations/Space

…His fascination with space was something quite endearing. The way his eyes would sparkle with glee at the mention of NASA. He knew the names of all the planets of the solar system before he knew all the states. He could tell you how many light years it would take to make a round trip from the Earth to Jupiter. He’s my adorable little junior astronaut in training.

His eighth birthday is tomorrow and I know exactly what to give him.

“Mommy where are we going?”

His birthday party ended hours ago. He went to bed and Jack and I started the cleaning. After the last chair was put back into place I marched up the stairs and into his room, dressed him up, put him in the back of the GAV and drove off.

“To a special place, its mommy’s birthday present to you.”

He gasps and all complaining stops. The anticipation is killing him I can tell, his legs are swinging. We drive for another hour. I look into the rear view mirror and see he’s fallen asleep again. It’s fine, this way it will be an even bigger surprise.

Finally, we get to the spot and I park the GAV. Stepping out and opening the back door I see Danny drooling on the seatbelt. He’s too cute for his own good. I set up the blanket and pin it down with some heavy rocks. Content with my handy work I wake him up.

“Danny sweetie, were here”

He slowly stirs, rubbing his eyes and looking at me all sleepily. My heart melts at the sight of him. I give him a big kiss unbuckling the seatbelt and pick him up. He leans on my shoulder, threatening to fall asleep again.

“Look Danny, happy birthday”

I say as I point up. He looks and gasps. All sleep forgotten, his eyes grow to the size of dinner plates. I put him down on the blanket and he’s mesmerized. Above him are thousands of stars shining brightly, not a single cloud in sight. The awe in his eyes gives me pause. it’s as if time has slowed down for him. He abruptly snaps his head in my direction with a serious expression, too serious for an eight-year-old child.

“Mommy, you’re the best mommy ever in the whole galaxy”

He hugs me tight and I know I did good. He gives me a kiss and I just about squeal at how cute my baby boy is. He let’s go, sits up and we start pointing out constellations.

“Look, mommy! It’s Ursa Major! Oh! And that one is the Big Dipper! And that one is Orion’s Belt!”

I smile while watching him. I’m very happy that he has found something he’s so passionate about. I have no doubts in my mind that he will make a great astronaut. Suddenly he gasps and stands up"

“Mommy look! It’s a shooting star! Quick make a wish!”

He closes his eyes and scrunches up his face in concentration. Little fists balled up at his sides. A few seconds later he looks at me and smiles, front tooth missing, and giggles.

“What did you wish for?”

“It’s a secret”

I laugh. Years later he finally tells me that his secret wish was for Jack and I to succeed in building the Ghost Portal™. When I ask him why he didn’t wish to be an astronaut he tells me that he knew he’ll get there on his own. Something very wise for a little boy.

We sit there for a while, just stargazing and even making up our own constellations. Suddenly the sun begins to rise and I know we’ve stayed out too late. Good thing it’s Saturday now, Danny can catch up on sleep. As we walk back to the GAV he yawns and rubs his eye whispering

“Best birthday ever”

  • Barty: Whatever. You know, none of this is as bad as Regulus not telling me. You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna make him tell me.
  • Rodolphus: How are you gonna do that?
  • Barty: By outwitting him conversationally. What a fine game of cat and mouse it will be.
  • Lucius: So what are you gonna say?
  • Barty: Oh, it'll come to me in the moment.
  • Rodolphus: Don't you think you should plan it out a little?
  • Barty: Does an astronaut plan out his missions?
  • Severus: What happens in cat and mouse if the cat is retarded?
  • Barty: Oh, you just wait and see.

So yesterday I watched Hidden Figures and I remembered that Cassandra’s “happily ever after” was Commander Cillian - physicist and astronaut.

Imagine little Cassie learning about these women and aspiring to work in NASA, and be the first woman astronaut who helped build the ship that would send her to space. Little Cassie’s room coloured blue, and there’s stickers of stars and rockets peppered on the walls of her room amidst little equations that she wrote on the walls with her markers. Equations like how much thrust she would need to go send herself to space, and what speed it’ll be. Little Cassie spending her nights staring at the stars, watching the moon wax and wane, dreaming of the days she’ll be there looking down.

And when she found out about her tumor, everything started to fall apart. The stickers slowly came down from her walls. No more rockets. No more stars. No more equations on her walls to bring her to space. She wouldn’t survive the trip anyway. All she was left with was empty walls. Empty, just like her dreams.

So she went on, having abandoned her dreams of going to space, of standing on the moon. But it all came rushing back after that day they came back from their fantasy world. It felt like a dream, but she still remembered how it felt like to bounce her way on the moon. The adrenaline in her veins as she flew. The rational part of her knew it wasn’t real. It was all made up by Prospero, but the child inside of her wanted to keep those memories.

The others would some times catch her sitting outside the Annex, just staring up at the stars. They asked, and she would answer truthfully. Telling them of her dreams to go up into space and how, maybe with her tumor gone, maybe she still had a chance. They’d smile at her, and sit outside with her, accompanying her as she looked at the stars and watched the moon rise and set.

So imagine her joy, her excitement, when one of their missions sends them to a space station. And she has to wear a suit to go outside. The rest nickname her “Commander Cillian” and she spends the rest of the week beaming and happily giggling the name to herself. Her dream came true.

DP Fic Exchange

Here’s my fic for the fic exchange for @rainsart based on this piece (x). I went a little overboard with this one, but I hope you enjoy! ^.^  (Btw, the timeline on this is vague.)


“Danny, stop pacing. You’re going to make a hole in the floor.” Danny was snapped out of his pacing. He turned to Jazz who looked about thirty seconds away from throwing her book at him. Her fingers drummed against the side of the book, as one of her eyes actually twitched in irritation.

 Maybe he shouldn’t have been pacing in the living room, but he was twitchy damn it. 

He huffed  and let his arms flop dramatically on top of the couch. “They’re late,” He bemoaned.

“People can be late.” Faux patience laced her voice.

“Sam isn’t!”

“And Tucker?”

“...Okay, but-”

Jazz slammed her book, making a move to stand up. “Danny,” Oh shit, she had on her mom voice. Danny already straightened his back and crossed his arms over his chest before he even realized what he was doing. It seemed like she was going to go on lecture mode, but she stopped. She stared at him a moment, and after her eyes danced up and down his face, she let out a soft sigh and settled back down in her seat.

“Just, you’re over thinking this,” Jazz finally managed, “Sam had to pick up Tucker and you know how he’s always late for everything. I wouldn’t be surprised if they knock on that door in the next few minutes, bickering like they always do.”

Danny picked at the end of binder. It fit snuggly against his skin. It felt different from his usual binders, having been made water-proof for days at the pool. Like today. Where his friends were supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago to go to the water park.

This would be the first time he went to a waterpark like this. Just in a binder and swim trunks. He knew he shouldn’t be nervous. It wasn’t like his friends really cared, but that small ‘what if’ always danced in the back of his head. It was stupid. He knew it was. But anxiety made you think stupid things that weren’t true, and it sucked.

Danny let out an irritated sigh, glaring at the ground. Where were Sam and Tucker? They could make him stop thinking stupid thoughts.

“Hello? Earth to Danny? You’re not an astronaut yet, little brother, so don’t space out on me.”

Shaking his head, he tried to clear his stupid thoughts. He was about to respond, but then he realized-

-Jazz had punned.

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Ten Years Later

Summary:  Your tenth anniversary with Seven.

Pairing:  Saeyoung x MC/Reader

Genre:  Fluff; Slice of Life

Rating:  G

Word Count:  Approx. 1300

“Happy tenth anniversary, angel!”

It was the evening of the day that marked your first decade married to Saeyoung.  You had just had a lovely dinner, that you had cooked together, and were now relaxing in your home, settling down to exchange presents on the living room couch.  You were having a well-earned peaceful night on your anniversary, while Saeran babysat your kids at his place.

“I can’t believe it’s been ten years…” you smiled, holding out a shoe-box shaped present to your husband.

“Me neither,” he grinned back, trading your box for his own, “…I didn’t even think I’d still be alive, by now.”

“Stop that,” you chided, poking him in the ribs, “We are focusing on being happy, today!”

“I am happy!” he protested, “Happy to be with you!”

“Oh, please,” you smiled, gesturing towards his box, “Open it!  Open it!”

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“To Bonnie Lynn and Edward [III] I said, ‘I have a good picture of you all in a happy time and I am going to send it to you.’ One of the best pictures in The Living White House is of Ed White, young and strong, arms aloft, poised on the edge of the White House swimming pool. He had just tossed Bonnie high into the air.”

-Lady Bird Johnson, A White House Diary

The White and McDivitt families spent the night at the White House in June of 1965 after Ed and Jim received the NASA Exceptional Service Medal following the success of Gemini 4.