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GUYS MY FRIEND MADE ME A VTUBER MODEL OF ME I'M ABOUT TO CRY I'LL SHOW IT TO Y'ALL WHEN I GET IT DOWNLOADED
poems about Laika (the soviet space dog)
i’ve been hunting for one in specific, and during my quest, i have seen that very many beautiful poems about this creature have been written. I wanted to compile them.
“first dog in space” by brennig davies / “They say that, from space, the Earth looks like a small, blue ball. I’ll throw it for you, Laika, if you’ll chase it, dart through the stratosphere like a comet, undeserving of its fate.”
“laika” by claire williamson / “for three hours she was weightless, pulse racing, but ate her dinner, alive to see an orbital sunrise.”
“laika” by adnana zeljkovic / “Paddling with her soft paws in inimical vacuum, (nothing to draw you to your bosom like Mother Earth’s gravitation) herself soft snowflake,”
“laika” by paul gerard reed / “The stars that shone have all gone out as man betrayed your trust, but your spirit is still in place somewhere, out there in space.”
“laika” by dave lewis / “But when you gave me that final kiss on the nose I suppose deep down inside I knew my destiny lay among the stars. Alone, in silence, I watched the world spinning round, one thousand miles below.“
“i remember laika” by jan oskar hansen / “The farewell can’t be delayed a boy has run to the outer field sits on a stone tries not to cry the struggle to accept the unavoidable.”
“muttnik” by tumblr user @fateology / “I don’t mind. I just miss you. I miss you like the space that lies between two breaths. Full to burning.”
“for the first dog in space” by lavinia greenlaw / “Laika, do not let yourself be fooled by the absolute stillness that comes only with not knowing how fast you are going. As you fall in orbit around the earth, remember your language. Listen to star dust. Trust your fear.”
“laika” by sarah doyle / “Brave little cosmonaut, caught and collared, Earth no more than a distant ball with which you cannot play.”
“laika” by adrian sobol / “If there is light, it’s pressing down on you. Something stirs inside it.”
“first the dog” by zbigniew herbert / “awkwardly we bump into stars / we see nothing we hear nothing / we beat with our fists on the dark ether / on all the wavelengths is a whining”
you are welcome to add more poems to this post if you have any in mind to recommend.
I love sniper to bits
So much so I made 4 other motherfuckers based of the pure concept of Christian brutal sniper:
1)him only fighting bitches up close with blades(swords, axes, machetes, like stuff like that)
2)him being an emo goth girl, wearing exclusively black and red
I fr only drew one out of 4 😭
She was like the gray-ish one, in a very pretty coat :)
I really wanna draw her again 😔👉👈
五夏 What if
THEY BOTH CAME HOME FIRST PULL IM SO HAPPY RN
I love your writing and you’re very talented. I’m a little shy but I think you seem so cool on top of being talented and your notifs make me so excited and I wanted you to know you brighten my day!
NANDJFNDNNFBF WHEN I TELL YOU
when I tell you I squealed when I read this 😩😩😩
Pls u r sososo cute I wanna cry be my moot omg I hope I'm following you nwjduhshdh and I wanna tell you that comments like this give me heart attacks and I wanna cry every time I read em bc iansjdbjsbc I'm crying and shitting and running in circles rn
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Thank you thank you thank you thank you than
You've brightened my day so much! Fr like android screen brightness when I turn the bedroom lights off its blinding me
I genuinely feel a squishy achey feeling in my heart when ppl say they get excited for my notifs 😭 crying rn gimme a second to collect myself
Squealing rn
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When I tell you this motivated me to write so much
Imma be creating stuff all day today and I'm jskandkndjc
can wr get baku begrudgingly doing something with you (tsundere style) like skincare?
Coming right up!
I adore the idea of bkg with the full facemask and cucumbers on his eyes with a robe
He is a self care bitch all the way and you introduced him to it 😩
He owes you everything
Masterlist<3
Bakugou x Reader- Self Care?
Its hard, being this fucking pretty. For real. Flawless skin and well manicured nails, plus nourished hair comes from hours of self care each week.
And Katsuki learns this the hard way when suddenly you're walking into his dorm room while he's studying, carrying an entire bag of products that you fully intend on using on him.
"Spa day!!"
Your voice is loud and chipper and full of love as you dump the bag to the side and embrace the stunned-silent blonde excitedly.
Lord, he's not ready for this.
"Fucking what?"
Eventually Katsuki.Exe reboots and kicks back up into action, scoffing at you as he slips his hands to your waist, giving you a pointed glare.
"Spa day!"
Katsuki's glare is ineffective, Katsuki returned to pokèball!
You remain unfazed by his harsh words and irritated mumbles, dragging him to his bed and seating him down, and a part of him makes the windows error sound as you walk into his room and scuttle around it like you fucking own the place.
But you do, really, because you own Katsuki's heart.
So his room and everything in it is yours <3
You throw a fluffy, white bathrobe at him and he catches it easily, begrudgingly admitting to himself that it is really soft agains the skin of his dry, rough palms, damaged and scarred from so many years of making explosion after explosion.
You're gonna be paying a lot of attention to those hands.
Anyway.
"Just lay back, because you have no say in this, babe. Take some time to relax. It'll be difficult getting to the number one spot if you sleep like shit and look like grease and unwashed teenager... slef care is important, Katsuki, if tou want to be the best."
"You fucking what?"
You're met with some pretty unsavoury language as a result of that but whatever, he knows you're right, and he really is grateful that you have his best interests at heart. You're constantly doing everything you can to aid him in his strive for the number one spot. If you were anyone else, he'd tell you to fuck off and die, but you're different. You're not trying to help him out of pity, or because you think you're better. You don't treat him like a child.
You just love him.
And he loves you too.
So he sighs, sucks it up, and puts on the damn bathrobe because he knows you have a point.
"You're not supposed to wear it with a full set of pyjamas on underneath..." you mutter, sweatdropping.
Nevermind.
"F-fucking-.. huh?! Just fuck off already! Im not undressing for you! What is this some kind of prank?! You filming me, you fuck?!"
After that fiasco is dealt with, katsuki is finally in the bathtobe after getting a stern whooping from you, wearing his boxers underneath and blushing as you climb on top of him, dressed the same.
Theres nothing sexual about this moment though, as you place a loving peck to his remarkably soft, bitten up lips and start to paint his face with a cleanser, taking all of the impurities from his skin and casting them away with one of your many microfibre towels, and he offhandedly wonders just how much money you've spent on this stuff.
After the cleanser comes the exfoliant, and after that comes the clay mask, and suddenly, he's blind. You've really just put fucking cucumbers on his eyes...
He doesn't complain though, because it feels good to have the very one he wants to build his entire future around massaging his face so delicately it could actually put him to sleep. He adores you, and the feeling only intensifies as his heart pounds in his chest at the feeling of your hands encasing his, exfoliating and moisturising the skin.
And if you give him a manicure while he's pretending to be asleep, he says nothing, even as you clip his cuticles and apply oil to the tips of his fingers and his nails so gently, painting them with clear nail strengthener. He feels like a pampered puppy, and he adores the feeling of your fingers running over his, now, soft and healthy looking skin.
You purr happily as he lets you preen him and clean him up, running your fingers through his scalp and his hair with a conditioner that you use frequently. It feels like you've won some kind of prize, because he would never let anyone as close as you are, and the little moans he releases are like music to your ears while you give him a scalp massage.
Once you're both rinsed clean and dry, you cant help but let him touch and caress your legs like he's just seen magic at work. Seriously, how the fuck are they so soft? Would his be like this if he shaved?? How does it feel when you have smooth legs as you lay in bed? He's heard you go on and on about how it's the "softest", "most heavenly" feeling in the world, but how true is that? Should he try???
Life's not worth living if you can't make Katsuki doubt everything he's ever known.
He's so adorable as he tries to wrap his head around the feeling of shaved legs, his brows furroed and his eyes trained intently on each pore, each freckle, each bruise...
And you say nothing when Katsuki drags you back to his room the same time next month to do the exact same thing again, relishing in his self care with you. You're not surprised either when he paints your nails for you expertly, the little pigtails you put in his hair spiking out like little blonde explosions behind a plain black headband.
made a lil thing
another Lalo fart study,
i think my heart was just ripped out
STRANGER THINGS VOL 2 SPOILERS!!!!!!//
this mf better be resurrected like jesus in season 5
she succeeded in acting and he succeeded in music ☹️