It was considered a pretty big deal when a new ancient gets born. Danny didn’t and wouldn’t know this when he gets into an accident. A signal went out to all magic users that the ancient of space was born as soon as he stepped out of the portal and then things changed. If you could make a deal with an ancient it increased your power way more than that of a demon. Soon Danny gets chased by all sorts of folk trying to make a deal with him. He then gets caught by John Constantine who takes him back to the safety of the watchtower. What is the safest place to put the space ancient? In space!
Today I was in an exhibition for space and they had an orbit simulator. Of course my annoying space obsessed fool ass had to go on it and tbh I expected it to be terrible because all books I have ever read say that it is a horrible thing and you get dizzy. So I was a little concerned.
They lied.
Cue to me having the best two minutes of my life getting turned upside down and spun around while strapped to that thing (although my sight was a little blurry). 10/10 would recommend and do again. Didn’t even get dizzy.
Layla walked into Steven's flat carrying a bag of groceries and immediately felt something was off. She caught Marc and Steven very deep into an argument, nervously working on wearing out the floor by walking in circles with a small mirror on their hands.
"What's going on?" she said, following them with her gaze.
They stopped and stared at her, one of those brief moments of silence filled with tension waiting only to get loose again.
Marc opened his mouth but Steven quickly swept in.
"No, you will NOT involve her in this"
"Yes, I am. She will agree with me and this'll be over"
"What's going on...!" remarked Layla, slightly raising her tone.
They stood in there in silence for almost half a minute, a mixed expression on the body's face until it sorted itself out into a soft one.
"Alright, alright, I'll do it" said Steven, taking a deep breath.
"If cavemen and astronauts got into a fight, who would win?"
the carousel begins to spin faster and faster, the music reaching a higher, more frenetic tempo. children scream and clutch at the poles, trying desperately to hold on, but the popcorn butter and frybread grease from innumerable other carnival-goers makes them slippery, and many are flung away into the churro-scented darkness. in the end, only timmy (age 9, muskegon, mi) is left. several men in lab coats emerge from the nearby house of mirrors and brusquely inform him that he is ‘centrifugally gifted’ and is being drafted into the space force. he is not heard from again