I think one big reason why we don't consider the stars as important as before (not even pop-astrology anymore cares about the stars or the sky on itself, just the signs deprived of context) is because of light pollution.
For most of human history the sky looked between 1-3, 4 at most. And then all of a sudden with electrification it was gone (I'm lucky if I get 6 in my small city). The first time I saw the Milky Way fully as a kid was a spiritual experience, I was almost scared on how BRIGHT it was, it felt like someone was looking back at me. You don't get that at all with modern light pollution.
When most people talk about stargazing nowadays they think about watching about a couple of bright dots. The stars are really, really not like that. The unpolluted night sky is a festival of fireworks. There is nothing like it.
ho ho holy shit it’s december first (1st)
Pedro appreciation post 🥰
Heroes at Home
this is my new fav pic of pedro ever. i will never shut up about this. i will never get over this. i will be thinking about this image for the rest of my life.
It took me forever to work on in short bursts while still injured, but sometimes and idea just sinks its teeth into you and won't let go. 🦁
I made a thing….
Request: Also can you do one with Cedric? With fluff prompts 4 and 13? Thank you 💕 - @kashishwrites
Fluff 4: “Is that my shirt?”
Fluff 13: “Compared to you: stars pale, and the moon dulls.”
A/N: So the song involved here is PJ and Duncan - Let’s Get Ready to Rhumble and honestly, it’s a masterpiece. I strong recommend you listen to it at some point if you haven’t already. I’m so sorry it isn’t longer! I’ve been so busy recently! Despite that, I hope you like!
Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Fem!Reader
Warnings: FLUFF, FLUFF, FLUFF.
Word count: 1k+
Keep reading
tumblr is, if anything, the Appalachia of social media...easy to get lost, sparsely populated, out of the loop with fast-moving modern trends. Attached to tradition. Close-knit communities. Believe in "talk shit, get hit." Everyone is doing their own thing in their own obscure little holler. Prone to pulling the most inventive turns of phrase you've ever heard out of nowhere. Somebody's always starting a racket. We sometimes repel outsiders with much aggression. Lots of talk about hell and damnation to be found. Everybody tends to forget about us for some reason