Laniakea Supercluster. The yellow structure is the Laniakea supercluster, which contains about 100,000 galaxies. The red dot in the image is the Milky Way “our home” which contains about 300 billion stars, including our Sun. by restisconfettii

gold ring covered in stars from the 1700s with the inscription "many are the stars i see yet in my eye no star like thee."

Deneb, North America & Pelican Nebulae ✨ Highlights of a ➕170h 📷

The Heart #Nebula - IC 1805

The Eye of the Helix

The North America #Nebula is an emission #nebula in the constellation Cygnus. The shape of the #nebula resembles that of the continent of North America.

//. *shamelessly self-promoting my own solos*

#OpenStarter Azter looks around London, clearly in distress. His jacket and shirt are covered in blood, but he's not too concerned about it. "Can any of you tell me where I am? I need to find someone called Ester. I have no idea who she is, but I need to find her."

Yes, yes he would notice. Not to say he doesn't already notice it on occasion...

. . . He's letting it go for now.

. . . And probably longer. Would this be considered a bout of lazy parenting, or perhaps just out of practice?

True true, very true.

"The war was hopeless; I ran. Does that make me a coward?" • Azterthiareduun • Timelord • • Deserter of the Last Great Time War • • A Doctor Who Original Character • • #Cᴀᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ ~                             ♡ & ↻

The Doctor bounds over to Posie out of nowhere, wraps his arms around her, and spins them 'round and 'round.

//. I am so sorry, all. I realize I have a good chunk of replies here. I just don't have the muse for long replies. If you still want to write with me and don't care about the character, I'm very active on (Permanent Hiatus) 𝐓𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐮𝐡𝐞𝐥 | 𝐑𝐏. Thank you for your patience! — 𝐶𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒

The Doctor chuckles, a rather joyous sound as they spin. His coat billows behind him only to fall back against his long legs when they slow to a stop. After putting her down, the Timelord grins. "Hello, Posie!"

"Who is this?" he asks with glee. This face has always had a soft spot for babies. "Is she—?" Is she hers? he means to ask.

The Doctor walks up to the companion and reaches a hand up to gently rest against the infant's head. A soft smile tugs at his lips yet it fades with the question in his mind. Should he even ask? Is it his place? "She's beautiful," he murmurs. "What's her name?"

It's Christmas Eve and the Doctor is entirely too busy tinkering away with the TARDIS.