what is this solar flare

The Signs as Beautiful Things in the Universe
  • Aries: Two galaxies colliding together, the arms of them tangling up creating a cascade of stars in a bright disarray
  • Taurus: Stardust compressing together to form a new star after years of its clouds making forms you can only hope to identify as shapes
  • Gemini: A light hole and a black hole next to each other, eating and creating spacetime all at once until you cannot tell what is destruction and what is creation anymore
  • Cancer: A solar flare that launches beyond its star system, the threads of an alien sun tangling outer planets as it dances throughout the universe
  • Leo: A storm on a planet with such a radically different atmosphere, that the rain is shaded rainbow and the clouds eternally colored sunset, this hurricane having lasted for over a thousand years
  • Virgo: Sitting atop a rogue planet which does not have a solar system to call home, watching the most perfect view of the stars that has ever been before it finally reaches a star, experiencing the first sunrise in this planet's three-billion year history
  • Libra: Sitting atop a moon that orbits a planet made of diamond, so when the sun lines up, it shines brighter than even galaxies
  • Scorpio: The planets of a system with over a thousand satellites align, seeing one of the few pieces of perfect symmetry in the universe
  • Sagittarius: Sitting on a planet where the rain is made of glass, the gravity being light enough so it won't hurt you when it lands, the sunset reflecting off each of the slow-falling pieces into a cascade of colors
  • Capricorn: Planets that orbit a black hole perfectly, moving slower than the rest of the universe but also meaning they last longer, allowing them to flourish for near eternity
  • Aquarius: Watching a meteor that's been travelling for eons so large it picks up smaller satellites along the way, travelling in an endless vortex across a thousand alien night skies
  • Pisces: The center of a point in the universe where colors unimaginable surround you, the stars highlighting cosmic dust that makes you feel like you're not watching clouds, but celestial titans with no form
Six Years and Seven Days

This is pretending that Bellamy could hear Clarke talking all those years, she just can’t hear him responding, and that the ship at the end is them coming back to Earth. 


Day Three

“Bellamy…are you up there? Are you alive? Is anyone alive?”


“I only woke up yesterday. At least, I think it was yesterday. I barely made it into the bunker in time, but I made it. And the computer says it’s been three days since the radiation hit, and I was so hungry I thought I might die. Please tell me you didn’t die.”


“Bellamy, my mom was right. In a way. My face is disgusting, covered in boils. You’d be laughing at me…probably. Because she was right but so were you. I’m not dead Bellamy. I hope you aren’t either.”

His fingers slammed on the respond button, pushing it down to the point of it feeling like it would crack from the pressure.

“I’m not dead, Clarke. I’m not dead.”

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         When violet eyes get brighter, and heavy wings grow lighter
 I’ll taste the sky and
feel alive again
      And I’ll forget the world that I knew, but
I swear I won’t forget you
   Oh, if my voice could reach back through the past, I’d whisper in your ear:
           “Oh, darling, I wish you were here.”

It’s Been a While Part 3 (Richie Tozier x reader)

Part 1: https://my-heart-burns-there-too.tumblr.com/post/166444818957/its-been-a-while-richie-tozier-x-reader-part

Part 2: https://my-heart-burns-there-too.tumblr.com/post/166479300392/its-been-a-while-part-2-richie-tozier-x-reader

Pairing: Richie x reader

Request: Yeah I guess

Warnings: Violence

A/N: I have 101 followers. I love you guys a lot. ❤️

The ground was cold, water was in puddles under your body. Drip, drip, drip, water came from the ceiling, hitting your forehead as your eyes fluttered open. You sat up, your hand flinching as it felt the cold, wet concrete ground.

It was almost too much for you. You’d been here before, for what you thought would be the final battle back when you were 13. You looked over to the exit, standing up. You were shaking.

“Hello Y/N. Oh how much older you’ve gotten!!! What brought you back to my humble town of Derry, Maine,” Pennywise giggled as he loomed over you. You hadn’t really known how he’d gotten to you so quickly, but here he was. Each of his bones cracked and snapped, as he jaggedly moved to grab your neck. You wheezed and gasped for air as he lifted you up.

“Now you wait on a second you piece of fucking shit!” Richie Tozier himself yelled as him and the rest of the losers stood in the entrance to the sewer. “You took away my childhood. You traumatized me and my friends for life. You drove one of my best friends to suicide. You killed innocent children–and you took away my girl,” Richie snarled, “and I’m not leaving without my girl.”

He picked up the old baseball bat, which he fashioned to put nails into, and ran towards the clown, screaming as his feet thudded on the ground.

Pennywise dropped you onto the ground, your body shooting with pain from the impact. Tears were spilling down your cheeks, your body racking with sobs as you gasped for the air that you’d lost when the clown grabbed your throat.

Eddie ran to your side as the rest of the losers, mainly Richie, beat the clown to a pulp. “Hey Y/N, are you okay?! Why am I asking that of course you’re not. You’re hard of breathing, you have a couple of scratches and scrapes that could be infected, you-”

“Eddie.” You cut him off, “just please help me.” He gulped and frantically nodded, taking out his fanny pack(which you couldn’t believe he still had after all of these years), and carefully bandaging you and helping you into a somewhat decent state.

The sewers went quiet, the only sounds to be heard were the water coming from the ceiling. Drip, drip, drip. You looked over, gagging at what you saw. Yes, the clown was dead, but Richie had beat the thing so much it’s head was smashed into the concrete. Like someone who dropped a watermelon, splattered all over the ground. But at least it was over.

Richie ran to you, his eyes filled with tears and a burning lump in his throat. He’d almost lost you, and he didn’t even do the thing yet. The thing. As soon as you walked into the restaurant the first day back in Derry, the losers all looked to Richie, wondering if he would do it in the time you were here. And he was certain. He had to.

“Y/N, p-please, you almost died. I promised that nothing would h-hurt you…,” Richie shakily whispered, his arms wrapped protectively around you in a death grip. Everyone was in shock, this is the first time they’d seen Richie go soft. He wasn’t a trashmouth, he wasn’t laughing it off with a joke. No, he was dead serious right now.

He kissed you. He kissed your lips, your forehead, your cheeks. All over your face he kissed you, as if he would never be able to experience again. His arms tightened, if possible, as if you would vanish from sight if he let go. You smiled, wiped his tears although your own were rapidly streaming down your face, and you kissed his cheek. “I love you, Richie.”

You stood up, your hand in his, as all of you left the sewers. IT had been defeated. You wouldn’t be haunted anymore by the whispers. The whispers that brought you from the blue and into the black.

You sat outside of the library, sitting and watching the town and the streets, your hand in Richie’s. You looked over and Richie quickly glanced away. What’s wrong, you ask?

Richie was going to do the thing.

“Y/N, listen. We need to talk. I know that we’ve just gotten back together. But u-uh.. if you remember all those years ago.. back when we were thirteen… oh shit I’m gonna fuck this up. Please don’t laugh at me,” he rambled, squeezing your hands as his face filled with color. You giggled. “Well um, we made a promise. And I just wanted to ask you…. oh fuck it.”

He got down on one knee and brought out a small black box. He opened it and inside was a single gold band with three small diamonds on the top. He’d worked his ass off and a hell of a lot of heckling at Kay Jewelers to get that ring. “Y/N L/N, do you wanna keep that promise?” He looked up, fearing the worst. Yet what he saw was beautiful. A small smile graced your face, what looked like solar flares shined through your h/c hair and your eyes sparkled with nothing but love for the man in front of you.

“Oh Richie,” you giggled, getting down onto your knees and throwing your arms around his neck, “I’d love to.” You kissed him as he slipped the ring onto your finger, cupping his cheek gently. His lips and yours, it was better than any firework show, it was better than any explosion or supernova. He was meant for you.

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We were Gods - Chapter 3

Lost in the Woods; a song about Artemis

The day she goes mad-
All right.

She remembers she liked to hold Apollo’s hand; little clumsy fingers solid intertwined with her own delicate ones.
People tend to forget that they’re twins, separable only by gender.
She remembers all the times they’ve curled around each other with her head tucked under Apollo’s chin and his hands caressing the soft fabric of her cotton shirt.

“They’re one,“ her mother used to say and “They know each other’s soul.“

Sometimes they communicated in words and gestures only, almost as if they had their own special language.

Apollo said sun and she said moon.
Apollo said Hamlet and she answered why Shakespeare when we can watch a mother tear her son apart every day.
Eventually Apollo said hunt and she said death.

She never answered after that again.

She should have known, that some things were not meant to be.

There’s a fist fight going on at the schoolyard. Artemis knows it, before she sees it. Sometimes she feels as if something pulls her magically, an invisible thread she can’t cut. It’s Apollo, of course.

Asterion pulls her brother off the tangled pile of limbs and hands and fists.
Bruised lips, heaving chest, solar flares in his eyes.

“What the hell is wrong with your brother?”
Someone shouts at her. It’s Hermes.

She turns her head in slow motion, soaks in all the little details around her - worried glances, Medusa’s wild hair, Ariadne’s hand on Asterion’s shoulder - her eyes rest on Apollo’s face.
He’s troubled. Mad. Wild.

She doesn’t know.
She doesn’t know.

Artemis is a wildfire.

She’s a force of nature and she burns and singes and blazes.
There’s gasoline in her veins and smoke in her lungs.
A heart of a flame, ash on her skin, smile sharp and cutting.

Touch her and you’ll burn.

Fire, has always been her element.

After all, in order to rise, a phoenix always has to emerge from its own ashes.

Sometimes she walks through the woods alone to breathe free.

There’s something utterly serene about yellow burned sun rays that try to cast their hazy blurs through the thick canopy of reddish leaves.

Sometimes she screams.

No one stops her after all.

The day she goes mad-
This mission has been complicated.

It should have been a standard kill job, but the target had been slippery and surprisingly well trained.

Artemis sighs.

The mission has been clear: kill.

But Artemis watches the soft dark curls that fall into Callisto’s eyes, how the girl brushes the single strand behind her ear and bites down on the soft pink cushion of her underlip in concentration.

Artemis is poised and, if she wants to, she could take the shot. She has done it before, to other girls, other men in other cities. A bullet in the head, a knife between the ribs and the girl would just be another body in the river, floating out with the tide.

The finger around the trigger twitches - Callisto turns around, chest heaving, eyelashes fluttering shut.

The mission resets abruptly. Objective kill: override. New mission: protect.

“Technically it wasn’t on fire,” Apollo says and pushes the metallic, shiny lighter back into his jeans pocket. Artemis snorts and watches the flames soaring around the building.

She turns around abruptly, tugging a sleek Walther PPK between the rim of her jeans and her back; the metal cools her skin in an instant and she takes a deep breath.

When she turns around, Apollo still looks at her, his smile razor sharp with cutting edges.

“Of course it wasn’t on fire”, she says and opens the door to her car, “You completely blew it up.”

He doesn’t deny it, but takes his place in the passenger seat.

At times it feels as if her head would split in two.
Constantly torn between how people want her to be and trying to figure out who she wants to be.
She wants to kiss boys and make them cry.
She wants to kiss girls and make them love her.
She wants to love brutal and fierce, yet vulnerable and easy.
She wants to climb and hunt and run wild and free and get into fights.

She simply wants.

Sometimes, that’s already too much.

The Day she goes mad -
she can’t pull the trigger.

She wears a black, well-worn leather jacket that makes her shoulder look broader than intended, her hips narrow and slim; the bright, shiny Rouge Allure lipstick from Chanel on her full lips glistens in the sun. She drags a row of perfect white teeth over it but it doesn’t smudge.

Orion leaves the gas station with a packet of Wrigley’s Extra chewing gum and a bottle of coke. His jaws are chewing fast and hard and she observes the way his muscles work, how his throat glistens in the sun from a fine layer of sweat that reflects the bright sunlight.

“Should we let him know we’re on him?” Her brother asks bored from the side, his feet dangling from the hood of her black, shiny Volkswagen GTI. A cigarette dangles between his lips and Artemis observes the way the red glimmer in the ash flashes bright vermillion before it dies back to crimson again. The ash rains down on the sandy road.

“Now”, she finally breathes and turns around, the weapon steady between her delicate fingers, “Where’s the fun in that?”

anonymous asked:

but technically kara would be able to get tattoos nd piercings when she solar flares

Yes this is for sure what she tells Alex to do when she has those moments when she has colds and broken arms and stuff.

“Alex.” *cough cough* “I need you to do something for me.”

“Of course, Kara, anything you need.”

“Will you pierce my ears – ”

“Not this again – ”

“And give me a really cool tattoo?”

my mom just came into my bedroom w a serious look on her face and said that she needs to have a Real Talk with me before i move out for college this friday and i thought i was gonna get the regular ole “dont do drugs, stay focused” speech but no she started in with “here’s what you’re going to have to do in the case of an apocalyptic solar flare”

anonymous asked:

You know what's better than drunk Kara? Stoned Kara. Next time she solar flares she decides to give it a go because it's not like she'll be affected at any other time. Kara spent the next few hours calling up Lena regularly to ask if pigeons knew they were pigeons, or if the yellow she saw was same as the yellow Lena saw. Then Kara went on a quest to eat from every place that sold potstickers in National City, before curling up to nap on Lena's couch (without letting Lena know she was visiting)

Love it <3

anonymous asked:

Three word prompt: My life line



It’s not that either one of them really want to watch a movie, they’re barely paying attention to the screen. It’s just that neither of them want to go out.

It’s too new. It’s too raw with them still. Every time he looks at her, it feels like her chest is collapsing and her heart throbbing to escape. He touches the back of her hand, or he brushes the hair off her neck and she tastes him on her tongue like a sense memory.

It’s erotic, but it’s also not fit for public consumption.

So they watch a superhero movie he picked out - or already had queued - and while it plays on his laptop, they sit side by side on the couch and pretend they aren’t wrapped around each other.

She isn’t practically in his lap. His arm isn’t pressed between her thighs and his hand not somehow wrapped around her ankle. She isn’t closing her eyes to inhale the scent of his skin at his nape. He won’t, from time to time, lay his cheek to the top of her head.

Oh, whatever. She is. He is. They’re doing this.

God. She doesn’t want to ruin it. Please, let her not ruin this.

He angles the laptop a little more on the arm of the couch and his hand comes back to hers in his lap. He threads their fingers together, undoes them, fiddles with her thumb and the webbing, the knuckle.


She holds her breath and surreptitiously watches from under her lowered lashes, marveling at how large his hand is, how thick his fingers. Where and how he used them last night, not only to card through her hair and the tangled knots of thunderstorm, but lower, better, more intently. Adeptly. 

He rubs his thumb along her palm, stroking. Reminders. She shivers and turns he face into the back of his shoulder, pressing closer to his ribs. 

She wants his hand on the button of her jeans. She doesn’t want him to stop what he’s doing right now. She wants contradictory things; she wants everything.

He smooths out her palm, his chest rumbles as he tries to speak. It might be for the first time today. She can’t remember their actually having said anything to each other. It’s all been mouths for other uses. Hands, gestures, a jerk of his head, a triumphant laptop raised aloft, awkward looks as they settled in for some kind of normal daily routine.

None of this is normal.

(But she hopes to God it will be.)

He finally finds his voice. “Your heart line is all broken up.” And his thumb follows the track of what must be her heart.

She swallows roughly, sensation arcing in her like solar flares. “But my lifeline… leads straight to you.” She feels stupid, she feels thrillingly empowered with the heady fullness of love. “And isn’t that better? Life together.”




i’m trying to breach out of my comfort zone and create different sims to what i usually do lately, and after i saw @itsgohliad’s new solar flare alien default skins i knew i had to create an alien so i made this gem!

she’s currently nameless and traitless but she’s the new love of my life.

don’t let go (supercorp)

I was prompted this a while ago, and I promise to everyone who has sent me prompts i will get to them and work on them. feel free to send me one as well


The last few months had been amazing, she had asked Kara out after she had seen a particularly rough supergirl fight, Lena had been so scared so worried that she would never get the chance to tell Kara how she felt. The smile on Kara’s face when they went on their first date was bright enough to light up the whole city or even the world, the nickname sunny danvers was well deserved. She and Kara spent the night walking in the park enjoying the sky above, her heart was beating faster that she could ever remember it beating when she leaned in and kissed Kara. It felt so natural, it felt as if a puzzle piece had fallen into place when their lips met, it was soft and gentle.

Their second date ended up being at her office, Lena had to stay late and cancel their dinner, because of a board member that was trying to replace her as ceo. Kara had understood and told her not to worry about their date, what she had expected was that she would end up making up the date to Kara. what happened was different though, Kara came over having gone by the restaurant they had reservations at and brought food for both of them, saying that she  was going to be with Lena for emotional support. Emotional support was more like a distraction with kisses, and food, but Kara did end up making her day.

And if they ended up tangled together that night on the couch in her office then it was completely Kara’s fault, not that she would ever complain about what had happened between them in those moments. Never before had she thought that she would actually be happy to wake up in her office, and much less after sleeping on her couch, but waking up that morning before the sun had risen with Kara still pressed against her was different, it made her happy, fulfilled almost. They had stayed like that until they realized that Kara did have to go back to her apartment to get clothes, supergirl or not she still needed time to get ready for work. She had driven them back to Kara’s apartment it was on the way to her own penthouse.

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imspectralboiii  asked:

What if every time the Sun sneezes he creates solar flares and northern lights happen? (SPARKLE SNEEZE)

Lol thats really cute! His flares actually happen when hes mad or excited and has to be calmly reminded not to get so worked up otherwise he’ll make airplanes drop out of the sky hahaha

songs for the end of the world - [ LISTEN ] - a mix created as a coping mechanism after reading starseasthings have gotten closer to the sun

01. jesus christ - brand new 02. sweetheart, what have you done to us - keaton henson 03. all i want - kodaline 04. sleepsong - bastille 05. blood - the middle east 06. holocene - bon iver 07. varúð - sigur rós 08. threads - this will destroy you 09. i see fire - ed sheeran 10. wolves - phosphorescent 11. grow till tall - jónsi 12. welcome home, son - radical face 13. don’t think twice, it’s alright - bob dylan 14. lovers’ waltz - a.a. bondy 15. generator ^ first floor - freelance whales 16. 11th dimension - julian casablancas 17. midnight city - m83 18. song for zula - phosphorescent 19. your hand in mine - explosions in the sky 20. life in technicolor - coldplay 21. ready to run - one direction 22. heroes - david bowie