#cosmic musings

[lovesickallovermybed]

me seeing people get their wonderland blankets already meanwhile i'm still waiting for my seagull crewneck, 1989 blanket, and my 1989 cardigan

#1989 taylor's version #taylor swift #the eras tour #cosmic musings

[cosmic--queen]

sometimes I forget oneus is actually not that well-known. but also they're not unknown. they're... in-between? mid-sized? like I'm pretty sure they're not nugu, they're just also not big in the way other more well known boy groups are

but anyway yeah I am reminded today because omg they got their third win and they finally got to share the moment with fans physically in the audience twice now....... I'm so happy for them, truly.

keonhee is getting better at giving these thank you speeches without tearing up... ahhh just the thought that he is getting more opportunities to practice this is making me so happy. (keonhee if you cry it's totally okay, we love you for your big heart, but I'm also proud of you because I know you've been trying to keep it steady so you can sing properly in the encore)

they have been my ult for two years and I honestly forget the fandom is not massively big because tomoons are just so kind and such a cozy bunch of people. tomoons are working harder than ever before to get the boys their wins and it's just... I love oneus so much, I love tomoons so much man. I just want good things for both

it has been a JOURNEY to get here (tbontb you have finally been avenged!!) and I'm just so proud of everyone involved... I love you oneus, I love you tomoons

#cosmic musings #i know they were nominated for lit but tbontb was just heartbreaking given that #they had the hype of aswe+rtk during that time and it still. wasn't enough :( #also for me luna avenged lit #anyway i say all this despite not being active on tomoon tumblr asdfghjkl but this is such a wall of text so #i'll just chuck this here than in the usual tomoon hangout spots (twt/discord) #oneus

[inkclover]

redrew some ep4 scenes for funsies 🟨🌟

above be the screenshots referenced…

and some sketches!

above be a scene from Come Out Of Your Shell that i rlly like, made me cackle out loud /gen

#fionna and cake #prismo #prismo the wishmaster #fionna campbell #fionna the human #cake the cat #scarab #scarab the god auditor #prohibitedwish #screenshot redraw #adventure time #inky art #inky doods #GOSH THESE TOOK A WHILE #been musing the idea of a cosmic sized Prismo conjuring platforms for wish makers/visitors to be at eye level while talking to him

[s33]

Brains and Legos Rant

I saw a guy standing in the stream fishing and wondered if he was trying to live off of the land. That got me thinking about how most modern humans have lost the entire history of zoological competencies that evolved before civilization, and how that applies to other things. It might seem that if you went back to live in a child's world, it would be easy since adulthood presumably takes place after childhood has been mastered, but in reality, not only have you likely lost more of that mastery than you think, but the world has also changed childhood in ways that you might find hard to imagine.

That led to thinking about the brain, as I tend to do, as a recapitulation of early zoology within a body that has already evolved through later stages. The brain, and really the eyes, ears, and tongue, are remnants of a Precambrian microcellular civilization, now free to explore its more esoteric potentials as a passenger inside a larger civilization of defender cells.

The thing about using cells to make a body when a cell is already a body made of molecules...it's weird. It's like using millions of Legos to build larger Legos and then making shapes on both scales at the same time...using those very shapes to build and control each other. That's a pretty weird thing to do, sort of a perverse level of obsessive construction that seems only likely to arise from a spectacular level of boredom and an unlimited amount of time to spend on constructing objects.

Then you've got these planets where all of this construction is taking place, that just happen to be loaded with uncountably many different types of molecular shapes with different properties. The planet is carving new shapes out of itself, which has of course already happened uncountably many times as the variety of atoms it is made from can only come from many exploding stars, much larger and more ancient than the Sun they revolve around.

#cosmic musings

[kristenebria]

I want to feel everything, and then nothing.

#fanart #fan art #digital art #digital drawing #digital painting #league of legends #league of legends art #lol #jhin #jhin league of legends #khada jhin #dark cosmic jhin #i have returned and i bring with me my love and muse jhin

[shadow3142]

Frye losing this splatfest again after people complaining about regional splatfests is INSANELY funny.

#splatoon #splatfest #musings #post #like im sorry for ur loss frye fans but this is like #some elaborate cosmic joke its too good #and people are STILL GETTING TILTED #like I get it but at this point you just have to laugh

[redxdesign]

Please like if you use.

#aiart #art #fantasy #inspo #muse #digitalart #rph #cyberpunk #scifi #phone wallpaper #wallpaper #phone #iPhone #Android #iOS #space #blackhole #interstellar #cosmic #beautiful

[divno]

In all her chaotic glory

Rich, opulent, affluent, wealthy,

They mean the same, they say

But no, not to her

Not to her tongue, that rolled around the letters

Not to her teeth that clenched at the stresses

Not to her lips the cuffed the words

In all her chaotic glory

She speaks to people with the same names

Listens to people of the same hearts

Taps her chin at people of the same faces

Narrows her eyes at people from the same places

In all her chaotic glory

She drapes her wrist over the fence

Pulses, throbs, thumps, and beats

Pounding in her heart, sensing a rustle, a flutter

She feels the veins behind her eyes aflame, alive;

hunting, prowling, sniffing for her muse.

Words from her lashes, dark as the moon’s shadow

Carve poetry-sweet nectar, stardust and words-

All conjured from the crevices of immortalized music,

Thumps of funeral beats,

Edges of flowers, vertices of tears

Shell of lips, curves of ears.

In all her chaotic glory

She watches, sees, observes, notices

The thrum of the hearth, echoes of the sea, the chambers of your soul

The god in your eyes

(poem is by me. pics are not)

#dark academia #chaotic academia #poetry #literature #queer coded literature #muses #aesthetic #collage #books #aesthetic moodboard #the secret history #cosmic

[brightgreendandelions]

I'm so bad at math but i love it u were so real for that post :>

Also I've deemed u seem pretty cool

-Easy

awww, thanks :3

i've got to do some quantum physics homework, because the deadline is in 4 days, and i've spent all the holydays doing mostly nothing 0_0

PS: you mean this post, right?

#ask #cosmic-muses #math

[outofthiisworld]

💫// Sighing wistfully…..exploring the outer beyond on expeditions……..different planets……traversing unknown biomes……..collecting research & data on local fauna and flora while scavenging materials to keep The Home Base™️ running………side quests….rpg/tabletop party dynamics. hobos without the murder (or maybe some murder)— ya feel me?

#👽 … ooc #💫… wishlist #//these are. just vibes im afraid. far too beat up from work to make this into anything concrete #//au where ur muse(s) is/are stuck with doc + ophelia + copycat on Expeditions and Adventures #//maybe their biggest challenge of the night is finding dinner or maybe it’s killing a cosmic horror #//maybe the real treasure is the friends we make along the way— oh wait no ophelia found the treasure room thank god #//i rly wanna play m.onster hunter world now ooough #//REALIZING RN WHAT I WANT IS A SCIFI M.ONSTER HUNTER WORLD TBH

[lovesickallovermybed]

sitting in the evermore era in fear of the reputation era

#cosmic musings #taylor swift

[joegramoe]

#emmylou harris #bob dylan #gram parsons #cosmic american music #muse #country music legend

[mitsvriii]

some of you are just gen haters 🙁

#🌷- jaybird’s musings #COUGHS IN BEE/ARII/COSMIC #just wouldn’t get it #sighs

[spaghetti-spider]

Get Rotated :p

Honestly one of the nicest things anyone has done for me on this hellsite

#ask #cosmic-muses

[tmarshconnors]

Night Thoughts

When I was a lad growing up I always used to find it very relaxing looking up at the sky. Whether it was on a summer afternoon or in the early morning hours it didn’t matter. I always found great solace in it all. Now as I lay here in the garden dictating this blog onto my iPhone the time is 3.13am it has been a calm night. You hear the sounds of a few cars that go by and a rustling of the leaves from the trees but apart from all the expected noises, it’s been a very calm night.

Each experience feels uniquely personal, a journey into the vastness of the universe and the depths of one's own thoughts. You can really lose yourself. If you let it. It's a symphony of serenity, inviting you to pause, to breathe, and to simply be. 

As you recline on the soft bed of grass, the cool earth cradles you, grounding you in the present moment. The worries of the day melt away, replaced by a sense of wonder and awe as you gaze upward.

Above, the canvas of the sky unfolds, dotted with countless stars shimmering like diamonds strewn across black velvet. Each pinprick of light tells a story, a tale of cosmic beauty and mystery that stretches across eons.

The constellations, those celestial patterns etched into the heavens by ancient civilisations, seem to come alive as you connect the dots, tracing the outlines of mythical beasts and legendary heroes. It's a reminder of humanity's enduring fascination with the stars, our quest to understand the universe and our place within it. I encourage you to download the app called Sky Guide it’s a great app for this kinda of hobby if you’re interested.  

But stargazing isn't just about observing the distant reaches of space; it's also an introspective journey, a chance to reflect on the interconnectedness of all things. In the quiet of the night, thoughts drift like clouds across the sky, weaving intricate patterns of introspection and contemplation.

As you lay there, bathed in the gentle glow of moonlight, you can't help but feel a sense of humility and insignificance in the face of the cosmos. Yet, paradoxically, there's also a profound sense of belonging, of being an integral part of something much greater than yourself.

In those solitary moments, you find solace in the knowledge that you are not alone—that countless generations before you have looked up at the same stars, pondering the same mysteries of existence. It's a humbling reminder of our shared humanity and the fleeting beauty of life itself.

Just my thoughts while lying down tonight.

#Stargazing #Night sky #Astronomy #Serenity #Reflection #Contemplation #Nature #Universe #Cosmic beauty #Midnight musings #Tranquility #Solitude #Connection #Wonder #Humility #Introspection #Celestial wonders #Starscape #Earth's embrace #Eternal mysteries #new blog #deep thoughts #today on tumblr #deep thinking #mindfulness

[mexicangela]

i'll follow you everywhere while you work the room

summary: there's a gala and rebecca's been stressed about it. ted's been a doll, as per usual. pairing: ted lasso/rebecca welton word count: 1907 a/n: quick (unedited) tedbecca established relationship fluff i was inspired to write based off some lines of "once upon a poolside" by the national

i don’t know how you do it / tangerine perfume

Rebecca was exhausted. She’d spent the past month meticulously planning the annual charity gala. It was the club’s 130th anniversary. In the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t as big of a deal as, say, the 100th or 150th year since its establishment, but she wasn’t sure where she’d be in 20 years. She quite liked the idea of retiring and traveling with her darling love, who had been a great support to her throughout the entire stressful process. 

“Yes, honey, that color palette looks perfect,” he’d told her, merely reaffirming her choices but it still made her feel better. He’d been full of things like, “Yes, baby girl, that sounds like a great food selection” and “I think a dessert bar is a wonderful idea, darlin’. People love a good buffet.”

Now she was moving around the venue, chit-chatting with various donors and fans, making herself extremely lovable even if she felt like ripping her hair out every time some rich old white man smiled at her in a way that made her feel slimy. But she smiled politely back at them, laughed at their jokes, took their “accidental” brushes of the arm in stride.

And then his fingers would ghost over the small of her back and she would feel relief flood her very veins. She never realized how tense she was until she became fully aware of his presence just off to her side. Sometimes he would stay so close to her that she warmed at the heat of him and other times he would leave her with those light touches before he went to go mingle somewhere nearby. He was never far from her. 

He watched her out of the corner of his eye. She was never not within his eyesight. He’d been keeping tabs on her the whole night, making sure to stay close by. She looked stunning in the black sequined dress she’d decided to wear that night so it was difficult to tear his gaze from her anyway. But he knew she’d been stressed about the gala and he wanted her to know that he was there with her, that she could lean on him if she needed to. 

So, he’d dedicated his night to following her around as she charmed her guests. She was an expert, truly, at masking her disdain for these sorts of events. She’d told him she always felt like such a schmooze when she had to walk around smiling and laughing at jokes that weren’t funny to haggle money out of rich people. He’d told her it was for a good cause and that she was a very sexy schmooze before he’d kissed her thoroughly in an attempt to pull her thoughts away from the gala. 

That trick only worked until they woke up in the morning and she’d be filled with dread once more at the day of worrying ahead. Although there hadn’t been a particularly hurtful tabloid article about her in a long time, she still got anxious about the press where big events were involved. They could be ruthless, he knew, and she did want to impress although she didn’t admit it to him. She told him she wanted everything to be perfect for the club, for their boys, even for him. But he was well aware that a major part of her anxiety revolved around the tabloids. One nasty and ill-informed headline could make or break a person, unfortunately.

He was there at every turn, keeping a watchful eye on the way her shoulders and back tensed depending on who she was talking to, taking note of every forced smile, every fake laugh. He would brush his fingers against the small of her back, down her arm, over her shoulders. And the most remarkable thing would happen right before his eyes– he would see her visibly relax. He’d, of course, heard that turn of phrase, or read it more like, but he couldn’t recall ever having seen it happen. Her shoulders would fall and the muscles of her back would seemingly unravel from the tight knots that had surely been torturing her. Her smile would morph into something more natural, more serene and the look in her eyes would turn peaceful. All because of his touch.

How was such a thing possible? He couldn’t fathom it. Never before had he garnered that kind of response from anyone based purely on touch alone. It was as if he had some sort of magic in his fingertips and it made him feel a bit lightheaded. Did she really love him that much?

He was her peace. The whole night she’d been running around trying to make everyone happy and making sure it all went according to plan, from the auction to the musical performance to the food to the mass exodus once the whole fucking thing was over. She’d noticed what he was doing about halfway through the night, conveniently popping up beside her wherever she went. It very nearly brought tears to her eyes to know that he was so utterly invested in her wellbeing. She’d heard whispers at some point, people saying that her besotted gaffer was trailing her like a lost puppy and that had made her quietly angry because of course he wasn’t. But then she’d begun to notice that he was somewhere near her during every conversation she was having, whether he showed up behind her or he was off to the side having his own conversation with someone else. She would look just slightly to the side and see him standing there in his suit, holding a flute of champagne and making someone laugh or giggle. He was nothing if not charming.

At the end of the night, after everyone else had gone except for the hired staff, she found him helping them clean up, his suit jacket gone, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his tie loose around his neck. He looked up at her from collecting trash off a table and smiled, a tendril of his hair falling down into his face, making him look ever more handsome. She melted for him over the smallest things, it seemed. She thought that after a few years of being together, she’d have gotten used to his smiles and his hair and his gorgeous eyes. But there she was, still entirely smitten with every little thing about him.

“Hey, you,” he said, tossing the garbage into a bag and leaving it to go to her.

“Hi,” she said softly, wrapping her arms around his neck as he wound his around her middle, pulling her close to him. He breathed her in, the smell of her perfume a little citrusy with a hint of something floral.

“You okay?” he asked her, his tone lending tender concern.

She nodded and smiled warmly at him. There was never a moment in which he didn’t make her feel cared for. She was incredibly in love with him.

“Better now it’s over,” she told him.

“I bet,” he said, his voice almost a whisper as he gazed into her eyes. He always got lost there. Those eyes of hers were like the sea– captivating and deeper than anyone knew, easy to drift into if he wasn’t careful. He guessed he’d made a habit of being reckless, in that case. “Think you could spare some energy for a dance, darlin’?”

He’d hoped to pull her for a dance earlier in the night so that they could’ve made people bear witness to how disgustingly in love they were, but she’d been rather preoccupied through the whole event. He looked at her with a subtle type of hope in his eyes and she could see the sparkle in them. She hadn’t understood what people meant when they said things like that– the sparkle in someone’s eye or a longing gaze– but now she did. He gazed at her with such longing it stole the air from her lungs, leaving her with the phantom of a breath on her lips every time she caught him looking at her that way.

“Even if I didn’t, I’d still dance with you, my love.” It was true. Even if she didn’t have a single drop of energy left within her tired bones, she still would have waltzed around the room with him as if it were the last thing she’d ever get to do.

He smiled at her and then looked in the direction of the DJ booth, giving a slight nod. Suddenly, the lights went dim and the music came in over the sound system.

She looked at him, her head tilted to the side, her eyebrows raised, a fond smile on her face.

“And if I had said no?” she teased.

“Well, I guess I was bankin’ on a yes,” he said before he leaned into her to press a sweet kiss to her lips. He started swaying them to the gentle rhythm of Elton John’s “Your Song.” She slipped off her heels and sighed in relief, leaning her head on his shoulder now that he was a bit taller than her. “I don’t know how you do it, Rebecca,” he muttered, turning his head so he could drop a kiss to the side of her head.

“I’ll be honest with you, darling, I don’t know how I do it either,” she said, her breath tickling his neck. “I think maybe I black out and suddenly become possessed by some ancient aristocratic spirit.”

“That’d be kinda neat,” he mused. “I mean, as long as I always get my babydoll back, that is.”

She laughed quietly and stood up straight, looking him in the eyes.

“Spirit-possessed or not, I’ll always come back to you, Ted.”

“And I’ll always be here waitin’ for you to come home. Spirit-possessed or not,” he said with a subtle smile.

She smiled back at him and pulled him into her for a slow, tender kiss, her fingers toying with the hair at the back of his head. He pressed her further into him, wanting to be unsure at what point they were two different bodies, two different souls. But their souls had melded into one, as far as he was concerned, the moment they both knew they loved each other. All at once, they had become two hearts in one. Never before had he experienced such a thing– to be so sure that someone had been made for him, for him to have been made for someone, and to have finally found her. He’d been beside himself with emotion in that moment, and she had kept his head above water. She was always there when he felt he was beginning to drown. He would spend the rest of his life expressing his gratitude through his love for her.

That night, in their bed, he held her as close as he possibly could with one arm wrapped around her waist while his free hand roamed the vast expanse of her softness. She was all curves and supple flesh and honeyed warmth. He rubbed soothing circles into the muscles he knew were tense earlier that evening and reveled in the sounds of her quiet sighs and lip-bitten moans as he worked the knots out of her. They fell asleep, limbs entangled and hearts beating in sync, knowing for certain that there was no universe in which they would ever want to be without each other.

#ted lasso #rebecca welton #tedbecca #ted x rebecca #rebecca x ted #ted lasso fanfic #tedbecca fanfic #ted lasso fanfiction #tedbecca fanfiction #cosmically connected #they are quite literally my only muse right now it's insane #i don't want to write anything else but these two in love fools