I Can See The Stars When I Close My Eyes. I Hope My Dreams Are Just As Beautiful As Them.

for my entire life i wondered why a dragonfly has an ass thats like 8 times as long as their body and tonight i finally felt compelled to investigate and as it turns out dragonflies breath thru their ass and can shoot water out of their butt hole to make them fly faster…….so…… i really did not expect that to be the answer but there it is

//"Can you ever forgive me?" ((bloomingasters =3c))

Callisto takes several steps back from Gaster. They hadn’t expected… How could he even see them?

They feel like they’re going to cry. It’d been awhile since they’d heard him talk. What was he even apologizing for? Callisto feels their own guilt, leaden on their heart–this was all their fault.

It was as if Gaster’s eyes were holding them in place; his gaze a heavy weight on their shoulders. How long had it been? Callisto had lost count of the months.

Their soul pulsed softly within the container on Gaster’s lab table, surrounded with little trinkets and tools–their journal, even, sat open next to a microscope. Callisto didn’t take notice of any of this, anyway, and even if they had they were too far away to see what page Gaster had flipped to.

If they were to take a step closer, they would see that the old, beaten spiral was opened to their crude notes on echo flowers, chock full of their incorrect theories.

“I-It’s not your fault,” they finally choke out. “I don’t… What are you apologizing for?”

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its time for a tag dump,, i’m probably missing a fuckton

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//3 & 11~!

meme; accepting3: If happiness was the national currency, what kind of work would make you rich?11: If we learn from our mistakes, why are we always so afraid to make a mistake?

“That first one’s real easy! I would’ve loved to be an astrophysicist! They study all kinds of amazing things that happen in space, like stellar dynamics, galaxy formation,magnetohydrodynamics, structure of matter in the universe, origin of cosmic rays--” They abruptly cut themself off, as if suddenly realizing something.

“Wow, I got way off, haha. Sorry. Anyways, as for that second one...”

“... I guess mistakes hurt, y’know? I don’t like making them. And sometimes, they make you look really dumb. Besides... Failure isn’t something people like to applaud. I guess... Well... I guess another reason could be that some mistakes are fatal. You can’t learn or come back from those. I mean...”

“I would know that, right?”

The echo was warm, welcoming, fatherly. Despite themself, Callisto felt a suddenly sharp stab of loneliness. A hesitant hand reached to touch the bioluminescent bloom, feeling the soft petals. Cupping their hands around the back of the echo flower, Callisto brought it closer to them again, whispering softly into it.

“ ... I ‘ m  s t a r t i n g  m y  o r b i t  a r o u n d  J u p i t e r ...”

The child glanced back over at Gaster as the echo flower whispered back, smiling a little. They doubted he realized the significance of the nickname. He probably didn’t even know what it meant. That didn’t seem to bother them in the slightest. Callisto held their ear a little closer to the flower, trying to hear any fault in the replication of their voice and hearing none. The sound was immaculately clear at first, and as soft as the echo flower’s petals.

Little Moon? How curious.

The minuscule detail was noticed in the back of Gaster’s mind; he was much more interested in Callisto’s behavior.

In the Underground there weren’t many children. Few as they were, he saw even less with his job occupation. Regulation of the Core and certain experiments weren’t suitable for most children, and as much as Gaster loved science (with all his heart, really) he sometimes felt a pang in his soul at that. Children were so full of youth and life, so new to the world they lived in. Everything was magical to them.

Observing Callisto, he noted how they were in awe of the sotto voce imitations. The monster and human were illuminated a ethereal blue - the echo flowers also mimicked the infinitely distant starlight and comets in the high above galaxy, even further away beneath Mt. Ebott. It was beautiful. It was harmonious.

Gaster smiled.

“… L i t t l e  M o o n , L i t t l e  M o o n , h o w  d o  y o u  d o … ?”

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probably one of the last images of Jupiter for this year, and i’m happy to see a somehow detailed Callisto . Opposition is gone , see you next year dude. #astronomy #astrophotography #hires #planets #jupiter #giove #callisto #solarsystem #universe #ig_astrophotography #asi120mc #celestronrocks #space #spaceistheplace by soundofluna https://www.instagram.com/p/BEIuI08nlCl/