Child of the Stars

Amanda. 21. She/They

A solitary little goldfish swimming through the darkness.

battle tag: kashira#1906


i’m gonna start a Cute Bi Club for all bisexual and biromantic folks and all we’re gonna do is pet cats and talk about how cute and bi we are 

becketted replied to your post “So I just watched the latest Teen Wolf episode. First, holy shit. …”

I want Lydia/Deaton fic so much it’s not even funny.


Also I wanna know exactly what happened when Lydia somehow communicated with Deaton when he was in that mystical coma thing.

Did she somehow enter it and pull him out?

Did she talk to him until her voice brought him back?

Did she banshee scream and he heard her?

I need to know or at least read fic of every possible variation.

09-02 • 10:46

So I just watched the latest Teen Wolf episode.

First, holy shit.

Second, what the hell.

Third, where are all my Lydia/Deaton fics?

09-02 • 10:402 notes






And then in the future, everything changes. He’s been through it all, of course-watched humanity rediscover the heavens above them, watched them begin to wonder what’s out there. He cheered with the rest of the world when they landed on the moon, cheered as if he’d found Isla de la Muerta all over again, because there was something new. New treasure, a new horizon. But then they stop going, stop exploring, and he goes back to riding tankers across the rising seas. So he’s surprised when one day he wakes up from a night with his bottle of rum (his truest companion), and hears that there’s colonies on Mars now, and they need ships to supply them. He spends the next decade crafting new identities, learning all he can to qualify for the job, and after several tries (and even more faked deaths-this immortality thing isn’t all it’s cracked up to be in the age of the inerasable digital self) he gets it. The ships go nearly constantly now, the needs of the terraforming project creating an unbroken line of vessels from Mars to Earth and back again. “Show me that horizon,” he whispers to himself, his personal prayer of thanksgiving, each time they leave orbit, because the worlds, the stars are in motion and it’s never the same, with nearly three years for a round trip the ports are always different, even if they keep the old names. And finally one trip something goes wrong with the reactor, they’re too low on power and have to deploy the backups, and Jack (Lucky Jack, they call him, for he survives too many things he shouldn’t but science has yet to accept that maybe some things weren’t old wives’ tales after all) goes out for the spacewalk to bring up the solar panels. And as they rise, geometric patterns black against the sun’s glare, he’s struck by a powerful sense of déjà vu, because it’s all here-wind and sails, a ship beneath his feet and stars above his head, horizon in all directions. He wonders, for a moment, if the reason he’s still here is because the universe wanted a witness, to mourn the end of one age of exploration, and rejoice in the birth of the next.

Thank you for writing this. It made me cry, but oh I am so relieved to see the yearning for the stars.

That shouldn’t have given me as many feels as it did… 


My condensed liveblog of War Crimes (kindle version)


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09-01 • 22:082 notesrandomlyagoldfish



the horrified pandaren in the corner kind of makes the whole picture

I wanted to make a good tree pun for a caption, but I’m stumped

We are Groot

09-01 • 21:57441 notesjaraxxusoboondasta