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Oh hey a really cool person reblogged my post! That’s super awesome I wonder what they said—

what.

[kaisentine]

݁ ִ  ۫ ⸺ ❝ 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔　.ᐟ　❞

⌗ ⸺ ❝ 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 . . ! ❞ the one thing you dread the most is your friends overanalyzing and hyping you up all because of a simple interaction with your crush—so annoying! ft. michael kaiser, itoshi sae, shidou ryusei, nagi seishiro, & oliver aiku general cw. just idiots in love, reader is so deep into denial it’s infuriating, highschool au, shidou, fem reader . . . ( MY BAD ) sticky-note i think i just yapped my brains out with this one ( what’s new! ). bomb idea, explosive writing! NAWT PROOFREAD

sticky note. BAEE 😁 thought of this cuz i was also doing snapstreaks

𐔌 . 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑 is apparently so into you because . . . ❝ he snaps you in the morning ! ❞

your friend seems way more excited than you are. it’s way too early for her to already be geeked out at you opening kaiser’s snap for streaks. “i don’t get it,” you say as you open the image—he’s still at home even though most students are already in their respective classes, it’s the side of his face and really nothing special ( if you didn’t like him ). “he’s the epitome of ‘i don’t snap til i’m done with training.” she explains further yet you still don’t understand why she’s pointing it out. “does that quote even exist?” you ask, she’s off with your phone to observe the very thought out ( not really ) photo and shoves your phone into your face with her manicured finger pointing something out. “never mind that! look!” she has effectively made your brain’s circuit cut short because you don’t understand. you grab her wrist to control the distance so you can actually see. why is she pointing at his hair? “what am i looking at?” you voice your exact thoughts. “not tryna be mean to your crush or whatever, but it’s clear he has bed head!” she exclaims, attempting to remove your hand from her wrist, “there’s a reason he only snaps after training . . .” she ends in a murmur. “ha-ha, very funny. i still don’t get it.” you fake laugh at her sly comment and finally surrender her arm—letting it drop. “he hates people seeing him in the morning because of that,” she contemplates saying what she is just about to say—when has she ever done that? “maybe he wants to be the first man you see in the morning, that’s why!” she giggles, and your jaw drops; that is the biggest stretch she has ever came up with! “are you a lunatic?!? the last thing i’d want to do is show him me in the morning . . . he probably hates me!” this reaction of yours wasn’t what you friend wanted to get out from you. she was expecting to see a gleam of hope in your eyes but instead she’s met with a gloss of panic.

actually, your friend was spot on—he snaps you in the morning because he wants to be the first man you see in the morning. the strategy isn’t as effective as he would like it to be because despite the fact he has a pretty reasonable schedule like how he sleeps 7 hours every night, he only knocks out at about 2 am. he’s probably more effective at being late for school if anything. however, he’d rather you see him as at least one of the first males you see at such an ungodly time with ungodly bed head than you seeing him rush into the classroom because he’s late for the first time you glance at his ( glorious ) face that day. the man also decides he’s way too good for the stupidly cute filters you can find on the app so those are out of question—random wall photos are too. gets ness to hype him up and then chastises him if you don’t even look his way.

sticky note. i feel like this is a stupid reason but it’s such a funny concept

𐔌 . 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐄 is apparently so interested in you because . . . ❝ he ate a fry . ❞

your friend is dead serious but you’re just looking at her like ‘oh you actually serious?’. “sorry, what?” you bring your ear closer to her mouth in hopes you probably just misheard what she said. “he. ate. a. fry.” she repeats—nope she is definitely not joking with you. “i don’t see how sae eating a fry relates to him liking me,” you start deadpanning at her attempt at convincing you itoshi sae likes you—she sucks at this! she cocks a brow and gives you a dirty look, “i have a theory you might not actually like him . . . God that man hates fries.” she shudders at the thought. “they were the fries you brought!” she adds on, quickly regaining her composure from pure terror. “okay . . . yeah but it was one singular—not plural—fry, are you okay?” yes, you have a point, it was one fry, and now you’re concerned for you friend. she raises her hands up in surrender while sighing like she was just defeated—have you finally tamed the hostile creature? nope. there’s a sudden stupid smirk on her face that looks straight-up devious, “and plural—not singular—reasons why he is sooo interested!” she elongates and dramatizes the ‘so’, and you mentally slap yourself to make up for the stupidness you can feel radiating off her words. “i can never win with you, can i?” you ask but the answer is already clear—you cannot.

yup, sae hates fries, dearly—that isn’t some kind of secret because he is pretty open about it. once even telling you friend to . . . “fuck off,” when she thought it was a good idea to offer him the stick of pure deliciousness ( hence why she gets shivers thinking about it ). he doesn’t care about a lot of things like how he doesn’t bother himself with keeping most things private or public because he simply just does not give a flying shit. neither does he really care if he makes his feelings clear or not—mixed signals king! sure, he likes you but that doesn’t stop him from being nonchalant. the only time he’ll make openings are in soccer and anything other than that—he just lets it happen. that means if he is given a chance to ‘make a move’ and it’s served on a silver platter without him needing to excerpt any more effort? he’ll take it. if he isn’t, he waits for the next time. but that man doesn’t know anything about feelings so he thinks eating something you brought is making a move.

sticky note. this man is a FREAK but he’s a simple guy promise

𐔌 . 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐈 is apparently so downbad for you because . . . ❝ he said ‘if i was a velociraptor, i’d eat y/n first’ ? ! ❞

your friend reads off her phone and accidentally pushes her desk towards your chair. “HUH?” you’re just as surprised as your friend is—shidou ryusei actually said that? “you have to look at this,” she states and smacks you in the face with her phone ( deja vu WHO ), it’s the school’s blog and the post is exactly what she just said. “that’s just . . . i mean—what?” you find it quite hard to comprehend what you were reading because what do you mean the weird guy you like posted that? “is that edited?” you ask for confirmation—you literally can’t believe it. she clicks the profile and it is him, you feel your face flush when you’re bombarded with images of him. “i get it! i get it!” you bark and swat her hand away, “whydoievenlikehim—“ you mutter before covering your eyes like you just saw something so distasteful. “girl, i don’t know . . . but he totally likes you,” she shrieks, turning off her phone so such madness is no longer seen. you aren’t entirely buying it, “i doubt it, if i was some kind of carnivorous animal, i wouldn’t eat the guy i like—at all!” you say with a frown on your face. she looks at you, looking even more horrified at what you just said to her. “his thinking process is probably out the window, y’know? he probably just means he wants you to be with him forever!” “in his stomach? no thanks.”

what makes you think shidou ryusei is okay in the head in the slightest? if he likes someone—he makes it so obvious! he doesn’t second guess his words, much less his online posts so as soon aas he was done typing out the words, he clicked post almost immediately. doesn’t regret it one bit. his eyes land anywhere but sae? that is truly a feat . . .

sticky note. does this even happen. also nagi really likes sleeping

𐔌 . 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 is apparently so desperate for you because . . . ❝ he sleeps on your shoulder . ❞

your friend is referring to the multiple times your crush has decided to accidentally fall asleep on your shoulder. “so . . .” you urge her to elaborate her point further than she already has. “and he only does it when he’s next to you,” she discerned, whipping out photo evidence in the form of a printed piece of paper. it’s really nothing too special—just the two of you sitting next to each other on the waiting lounge’s couch, waiting for your guys’ turn for the school’s mandatory medical check-up. he looks quite comfortable, arms crossed and manspreading ( 😭 ) but his head is rested on your shoulder—sleeping. “. . .why’d you print it,” you gasp at such an absurd action to prove a point and you quickly rip the paper out of her hands, “you’re insufferable.” you shake your head in disappointment. “a girl gotta do what she gotta do, y’know! how much more obvious does he need to be???” ugh, she’s being so dramatic—he’s just sleeping on your shoulder. “he probably realized i . . .didn’t mind so he doesn’t care,” you reject the idea. “you might be the insufferable one—why do you think he keeps doing it?” she says and you so want to side eye her but you aren’t going to turn sideways to do that because that is mad embarrassing. “i don’t know! he’s just some sleepy guy like,” you give her a pout before continuing, “. . .and people said that they feel sleepy around me.” you admit. “nah, they’re just saying you’re boring!” she giggles—did you not put that together? you playfully push her shoulder in annoyance. “but i’ll give you the answer—he wants to close to you, or in other words; he likes you!”

nagi is the type of lazy where he thinks it’s too much of a hassle to confess first but thinks making physical advancements don’t count. he can easily sleep anywhere, honestly. he likes his sleep but he loves good sleep and you just feel like a good person to sleep on so he decides to try it—and he’s right. he did do it accidentally the first time, it was on his mind but he really didn’t mean to! sleep just drenched his eyes and he was out cold—on your shoulder. there, he decides he likes you more than just a comfy pillow to doze off on.

sticky note. i feel like reader is very justified LMFAO. yk i have a friend who has more than a mu or a situationship but aren’t dating and she said he longest more than friends but not not dating was like 4 years

𐔌 . 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐔 aiku is apparently so smitten for you because . . . ❝ girl, he confessed . . . ❞

your friend resists the overwhelming urge to bitch-slap you because you long-pressed your dms with him. the message wasn’t some kind of special confession just a simple ‘hey i know we just started talking but i think i’m inlove with you’ God reading that made you cringe. “yeah nope, not buying it.” you know he probably knows you saw it because of that stupid green dot on your profile but his message is still left on delivered. “why not?” she asks, “he knows you’ve read it, why edge him?” she pulls out her phone from her bag and faces her back towards you. “what are you doing . . ?” you’re honestly scared what she’s planning because even though you could also just stand up and look over her shoulder—she’d run out of the classroom and disappear. “texting someone,” she says while she’s rapidly typing out something, her shoulders shaking. “i don’t like the sound of that,” you refer to the hidden underlining of her tone, “you’re scaring me—ugh—whatever. i just started texting him, he barely knows me, he’s probably had 4 girlfriends in the span of 5 months—what makes me any different?” like—not trying to degrade yourself but you’re worried that he’s just going to play you too. “if he does, i’ll break his heart!” she says in resolve, doing the cliche moment of lifting up a fist and you giggle at her. there’s a quick buzz from your phone and it’s from the girl in-front of you, “what’s this?” you raise an eyebrow, clicking the notification pop-up. “just read it,” okay . . . if she insists. dot. dot. dot. there’s invisible crickets going off in your head. “is this from sendou?” “uh-huh.”

unbeknownst to you, your friend was actually texting her situationship ( of like 8 months LMFAO )—sendou shuto to ask him about oliver’s confession since they’re friends and all. ‘aiku n y/n? oh yeah he’s totally smitten man, i ain’t never seen aiku talk about a girl like he does w her’ is the message she forwarded to you that let the crickets rip! no but seriously, he normally has cycles like when he’s with one girl but then breaks up with her because he got eyes for another but now he promises that he only wants you!

bonus on why reo likes you because i might not be writing as much as i did this week because of school :p

mikage reo ⸺ ❝ he bought your entire christmas wishlist . . . ❞

[nasa]

Love Letters from Space

Love is in the air, and it’s out in space too! The universe is full of amazing chemistry, cosmic couples held together by gravitational attraction, and stars pulsing like beating hearts.

Celestial objects send out messages we can detect if we know how to listen for them. Our upcoming Nancy Grace Roman Space Telescope will help us scour the skies for all kinds of star-crossed signals.

Celestial Conversation Hearts

Communication is key for any relationship – including our relationship with space. Different telescopes are tuned to pick up different messages from across the universe, and combining them helps us learn even more. Roman is designed to see some visible light – the type of light our eyes can see, featured in the photo above from a ground-based telescope – in addition to longer wavelengths, called infrared. That will help us peer through clouds of dust and across immense stretches of space.

Other telescopes can see different types of light, and some detectors can even help us study cosmic rays, ghostly neutrinos, and ripples in space called gravitational waves.

Intergalactic Hugs

This visible and near-infrared image from the Hubble Space Telescope captures two hearts locked in a cosmic embrace. Known as the Antennae Galaxies, this pair’s love burns bright. The two spiral galaxies are merging together, igniting the birth of brand new baby stars.

Stellar nurseries are often very dusty places, which can make it hard to tell what’s going on. But since Roman can peer through dust, it will help us see stars in their infancy. And Roman’s large view of space coupled with its sharp, deep imaging will help us study how galaxy mergers have evolved since the early universe.

Cosmic Chemistry

Those stars are destined to create new chemistry, forging elements and scattering them into space as they live, die, and merge together. Roman will help us understand the cosmic era when stars first began forming. The mission will help scientists learn more about how elements were created and distributed throughout galaxies.

Did you know that U and I (uranium and iodine) were both made from merging neutron stars? Speaking of which…

Fatal Attraction

When two neutron stars come together in a marriage of sorts, it creates some spectacular fireworks! While they start out as stellar sweethearts, these and some other types of cosmic couples are fated for devastating breakups.

When a white dwarf – the leftover core from a Sun-like star that ran out of fuel – steals material from its companion, it can throw everything off balance and lead to a cataclysmic explosion. Studying these outbursts, called type Ia supernovae, led to the discovery that the expansion of the universe is speeding up. Roman will scan the skies for these exploding stars to help us figure out what’s causing the expansion to accelerate – a mystery known as dark energy.

Going Solo

Plenty of things in our galaxy are single, including hundreds of millions of stellar-mass black holes and trillions of “rogue” planets. These objects are effectively invisible – dark objects lost in the inky void of space – but Roman will see them thanks to wrinkles in space-time.

Anything with mass warps the fabric of space-time. So when an intervening object nearly aligns with a background star from our vantage point, light from the star curves as it travels through the warped space-time around the nearer object. The object acts like a natural lens, focusing and amplifying the background star’s light.

Thanks to this observational effect, which makes stars appear to temporarily pulse brighter, Roman will reveal all kinds of things we’d never be able to see otherwise.

Roman is nearly ready to set its sights on so many celestial spectacles. Follow along with the mission’s build progress in this interactive virtual tour of the observatory, and check out these space-themed Valentine’s Day cards.

Make sure to follow us on Tumblr for your regular dose of space!

[misswynters]

𝐗𝐎𝐗𝐎

jinx x fem!bombshell!reader

synopsis: You are a model for (victorias secret equivalent but in arcane universe) and jinx becomes infatuated with you. Known for you bombshell persona and explosive personality, you are the most well known model in all of piltover and zaun. Possibility even watching noxus and the other regions.

warnings: 18+, smut, kissing, smut, wlw , the use of a toy, jinx calls you sugar,

a/n: my first jinx fic <3, also on ao3 (not yet, under doorkiluv)

note | pls give me feedback (and don't only just like but also reblog and comment) this was supposed to be short but it went overboard

𓏲 ˖. ♡ 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐱 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 for Piltover. Too clean, too polished, too boring. The people were all fake smiles and ridiculous hats, and she preferred the chaos of Zaun to its glittering streets. That all changed the day she first saw you. She’d been in Piltover on a whim, loitering in the shadows as she planned her next prank. Explosives in a fancy clock tower, maybe? She hadn’t decided yet. But her chaotic thoughts screeched to a halt when she looked up at the enormous neon screen in Piltover Square and saw your beautiful face.

You were walking down the runway in a show so glamorous it put Piltover’s polished spires to shame. Wrapped in a shimmering, barely-there gown that hugged your curves, you strode with an air of absolute confidence. Your bombshell persona was magnetic, your hips swaying to the rhythm of the music as the crowd erupted into applause. You gave the camera a cheeky wink and blew a kiss, and Jinx’s brain short-circuited.

“Holy… Who the hell is that?” she muttered, her wide eyes glued to the screen.

A vendor passing by glanced at her. “That’s her. You don’t know? The biggest model in all of Piltover and Zaun. Hell, even Noxus and Ionia are crazy about her.”

Jinx didn’t respond, too transfixed by the image of you flashing across the screen. You were a living firework, a walking explosion of charisma, beauty, and sheer presence. Your bold, flirty persona was a match for her own chaos, and it wasn’t just your looks that had her hooked—it was the energy you carried, the way you owned every moment. From that point on, Jinx was utterly captivated.

Back in her lair, your face became a constant presence. Jinx scavenged every poster, magazine, and billboard she could find that featured you. Her walls were covered in them, glossy images of you smirking, posing, and looking like you owned the world. She couldn’t get enough of you, and it drove her mad in the best way possible.

“Look at her,” she’d whisper to herself, lying on her bed and staring at a magazine cover where you lounged in a shimmering gold corset. “She’s a walking explosion.”

Whenever one of your commercials aired on Piltover’s big screens, Jinx made a point to watch. She’d perch on the rooftops, eyes wide and cheeks flushed as you spoke directly to the camera, your voice sultry and teasing. Sometimes, she’d mimic your lines, laughing to herself at how ridiculous she sounded compared to you.

The first time Jinx saw you in person, she nearly short-circuited. You were in Zaun, of all places, stepping out of a sleek transport at one of the fancier underground clubs. It was rare for someone like you to venture into the depths, but you carried yourself with the same confidence that lit up your photoshoots. Heads turned as you walked through the crowd, a knowing smirk on your lips as if you knew exactly the effect you had on everyone around you. Jinx’s pulse quickened. This was her chance.

She darted through the crowd, weaving between gawking onlookers until she was standing at the bar beside you. Up close, you were even more stunning, your beauty almost overwhelming.

“Didn’t think I’d ever see you in a dump like this,” Jinx drawled, leaning casually against the counter. Her nerves were on fire, but she masked it with her usual cocky grin.

You turned to her, one perfectly arched brow raising as you took her in. Your gaze lingered on her bright blue hair and manic energy, and a small, amused smile played on your lips.

“Maybe I like a little chaos,” you replied, your voice smooth as silk. “And you certainly look like the chaotic type.”

Jinx grinned wider, her confidence surging. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m not just chaos—I’m a full-blown explosion.”

The two of you spent the night trading flirty remarks and playful banter, the tension between you crackling like a lit fuse. Jinx couldn’t believe her luck. You weren’t just a pretty face. But you had a fiery, explosive personality to match. You were bold, unapologetic, and just as dangerous as you were beautiful. At one point, she leaned in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she murmured, “So… what’s it like knowing the whole damn world’s obsessed with you?”

You laughed, the sound low and sultry. “I don’t mind the attention,” you said, turning your head so your lips were almost touching hers. “But right now, I’m more interested in you.” Jinx’s heart nearly stopped.

Back at her lair, were things escalated rather quickly. Jinx couldn’t keep her hands off you, tracing every curve and line of your body like she was memorizing you. Her fingers lingered on your hips, her lips trailing heated kisses along your neck as she whispered breathless praises. “You’re even better than the posters,” she murmured, her voice filled with wonder. “Didn’t think that was possible.”

You teased her with your signature confidence, your voice dripping with flirtation as you pulled her closer. “So you’ve been staring at my posters, huh? What did you think about me?”

Jinx blushed, but she didn’t back down. Instead, she grinned wickedly, her fingers tightening on your waist. “Thought about all the things I’d do if I ever got you alone,” she said, her tone low and rough. “And now, I’m not holding back.”

The tension was electric, charged with the crackling hum of her inventions and the intensity of her gaze on you. She had been teasing you mercilessly all evening, brushing her hands against your skin, dropping flirty remarks that sent heat pooling low in your belly. You could feel the mischief radiating off her as she twirled one of her newest creations in her hand. It was a bright, colorful pleasure device she'd been gushing about for days. Jinx loved experimenting, and tonight, you were her favorite subject.

She grinned at you, her sharp, mischievous grin that made your heart race every time. "Alright, Sugar," she purred, tossing the toy between her hands like it was some casual gadget and not something designed to make you lose your mind. "You trust me, don't ya?"

You raised an eyebrow, trying to maintain your usual flirty composure. "You mean to tell me that thing isn't gonna explode?"

Jinx cackled, tossing her head back. "Not this time, babe! Well, probably not. But hey, if it does, at least we'll go out with a bang!" She winked, and despite your hesitation, you couldn't help but nervously laugh. "You're impossible," you murmured letting her guide you to the mattress piled high with pillows and blankets.

"And you're irresistible," she shot back, pressing you down onto the bed with a surprising gentleness for someone so wild. Her hands were steady as they traced over your skin, her fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake.

She leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear. "Let me take care of you, Sugar," she whispered, her voice dripping with sweetness and heat. "Promise I'll make it fun."

The first sensation was the gentle hum of the device she'd created, a soft vibration against your folds that made you arch into her touch. It was colorful and whimsical, much like Jinx herself, with blinking lights and playful patterns painted across its surface. Despite its toy-like appearance, the way it worked against your body was anything but innocent.

Her free hand skimmed over your inner thigh, her touch featherlight and maddeningly slow. The wetness pooling between your legs became impossible to ignore, and Jinx took full advantage, sliding the toy up until it pressed directly against your bundle of nerves. A slick, wet sound began filled the room, the vibrations amplifying the noise as your arousal spread. Jinx froze for a moment before bursting into a fit of laughter. "Oh, look at you," Jinx teased, her eyes bright as she watched your reaction.

"Didn't take much, huh? Bet I could've just touched you, and you'd be melting for me." You tried to retort, but the words caught in your throat as she pressed the device lower, her mischievous grin widening as your body jerked in response.

"Aw, Sugar, don't hold back," she crooned, tilting her head to the side as if studying you. "I like hearin' you. Makes it more fun for me."

Your head fell back, a moan slipping past your lips as she adjusted the settings, the vibrations intensifying. She laughed softly, her free hand stroking your thigh as if to ground you. You buried your face in your hands, mortified but too overwhelmed by the pleasure to stop her. The toy’s vibrations grew stronger, and the obscene wet noises only intensified as she moved it against you, her laughter turning into a low, appreciative hum. “Damn, you sound so good,” she murmured, her tone dipping into something more serious. “Bet I could make you scream just with this.”

Your hips bucked against the toy, your slick arousal coating it and making the sounds louder and wetter with each movement. The lewd squelching only seemed to spur Jinx on, her grin growing wider as she adjusted the settings, sending sharper bursts of pleasure through your body. “Listen to that, Sugar,” she teased, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’re a fuckin’ symphony for me. All wet and messy, just how I like it.”

The embarrassment of her words was quickly drowned out by the mounting pleasure, your moans growing louder as the toy worked you closer to the edge. Jinx’s free hand slipped beneath your thigh, lifting your leg to spread you open further.

“Look at you,” she said, her eyes dark with hunger as she watched the toy glisten with your slick. “So damn pretty like this. Could stare at you all day."

Her words made your cheeks flush, though you couldn't focus on embarrassment for long. Every nerve in your body was alight, the sensation of her toy paired with her teasing kisses and caresses driving you to the edge. And then she pulled it away, grinning wickedly at your gasp of frustration. "Not yet, Sugar," she said, clicking her tongue. "I'm not done playin' with you."

She shifted her attention, leaning down to press her lips against your neck. Her kisses were hot and open-mouthed, her teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. You felt her grin against your throat when you whimpered, your hands clutching the sheets beneath you. Her lips found your collarbone, her teeth sinking into the delicate skin to leave another mark.

"Gotta leave my mark," she murmured between kisses, sucking a particularly dark bruise just below your jaw. "Let everyone know you’re mine. My perfect, messy little bombshell.” Her words sent a shiver down your spine, but you hesitated, your modeling career flashing through your mind. "Jinx, I..."

She pulled back, her wide, manic eyes locking with yours. "Aw, don't worry about all that fancy-shmancy stuff," she said, her voice teasing but with an edge of sincerity. "Bet they'll just airbrush it or whatever. C'mon, Sugar, lemme have my fun."

Your protests melted away as she kissed you again, this time harder, deeper, her hands pinning your wrists above your head. The way she looked at you, like you were the most precious thing she'd ever seen, made your resolve crumble. "Fine," you murmured, breathless. "Do your worst."

Her grin was feral. "Oh, babe, you asked for it." Jinx worked her way across your body, leaving a trail of marks in her wake on your neck, your collarbone, and the valley between of your chest. Each one was a testament to her possessiveness, her need to claim you in a way that went beyond words. "You're gonna look so pretty tomorrow," she murmured, her hands and lips everywhere at once. "Walkin' around all marked up, like a damn work of art."

You couldn't even bring yourself to care about the consequences anymore. Her touch was overwhelming, every kiss and bite sending jolts of pleasure through you. She alternated between using her toy and her hands, keeping you teetering on the edge but never quite letting you fall. "Beg for it," she whispered, her voice dark and playful as she hovered above you. "C'mon, Sugar, lemme hear it. Tell me how bad you want me to finish you off."

Your pride wavered, but the need coursing through you won out. "Please, Jinx," you gasped, your voice shaking. "I need you. Please."

She chuckled, clearly satisfied with your quick surrender. "That's more like it," she said, finally pressing the toy back against you. The sensation was overwhelming, and this time, she didn't stop, driving you higher and higher until you finally shattered, a cry escaping your lips as you came undone beneath her. Jinx didn't stop right away, drawing out your pleasure until you were trembling, your body spent and your mind hazy.

When she finally set the toy aside, she crawled up beside you, pulling you into her arms with surprising gentleness. "See?" she murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "Told ya it'd be fun."

You tilted your head up to meet her gaze, a small smile playing on your lips despite your exhaustion. "Guess I'm stuck with you then," you teased, your flirty nature peeking through even now.

Jinx grinned, her signature chaos in her expression, but there was something softer there, something that tugged at your heart. "Damn right you are. You're mine, babe. Every last gorgeous inch of you." Her fingers danced across your body, tracing the bruises she'd left, her eyes filled with pride as she admired her handiwork. You shivered under her touch, the sensitivity from her earlier teasing still lingering.

"Look at this," she mused, her tone somewhere between awe and glee. "You're a freakin' masterpiece, Sugar. Better than any of those shiny posters they plaster all over Piltover and Zaun."

You couldn't help but laugh softly, the sound weak but genuine. "You think so?"

"I know so," she said firmly, leaning down to nuzzle her face into your neck. "They see the bombshell, the glitz, and the glam, but I get this. I get the real you, all wrecked and perfect just for me." Her words sent warmth spreading through your chest, the vulnerability beneath her usual bravado making your heart ache. You reached up to cup her face, your thumb brushing against her cheek. "You're too good to me, you know that?"

Jinx snorted, pulling back just enough to smirk at you. "Too good? Babe, I'm a menace. But I guess l've got a soft spot for you."

"Lucky me," you teased, letting your fingers trail down to the nape of her neck. She leaned into your touch, her grin softening into something sweeter. "Damn right. You're the luckiest gal in all of Piltover, Zaun, maybe even Noxus." Her playful boasting earned another laugh from you, and she kissed you again, slower this time, her earlier fire giving way to something gentler. The kiss lingered, her lips moving against yours with a tenderness that made your chest tighten.

When she finally pulled away, she flopped down beside you, pulling you into her arms as if she couldn't bear to let you go. You rested your head on her chest, listening to the steady thrum of her heartbeat as your body relaxed into hers.

"Y'know," Jinx murmured, her fingers lazily tracing patterns on your back, "I used to look at those big, fancy posters of you and think, ‘She's way too good for someone like me!"

You tilted your head up to look at her, surprised by her confession. "Jinx..."

"But then I thought," she continued, her voice growing steadier, "what's life without a little chaos, right? And lucky for me, you're just as explosive as I am." Her words brought a smile to your lips, and you reached up to brush a strand of blue hair from her face. "Guess we make a pretty good match then, huh?"

She grinned, her manic energy shining through even in this quiet moment. "The best, Sugar." As the adrenaline from earlier began to fade, you let yourself sink into the warmth of her embrace, her steady presence grounding you. Despite the chaos that always seemed to follow Jinx, moments like this reminded you why you'd fallen for her in the first place.

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[quinnred]

My contributions to the twitter Europa War world-building shitpost.

Second image description: Ground forces escape the thermal blast of a Glorious Vision. Designed specifically for Europa, these orbital bombs never hit the ground, but produce a heat so intense it instantly and explosively evaporates the surface. This is known as a "ThunderMelt" effect.

[solarstranger]

a/n. sacrificed lunch so i can squeeze in writing this before i meet up with a friend. it just felt urgent, you know, like i needed to get this out there as soon as possible. dedicated to my fellow girlies out there who are dealing with weight issues. this one's for you. (1.5k)

c.w. minors dni. mentions of weight gain/body image issues. lots of cussing. nsfw themes but nothing explicit.

you don’t even look, gaze stubbornly trained downcast towards your own blue light radiating device in your freshly manicured hands to spare a hurried glance.

“no.”

“no?” bakugou parrots, tone incredulous from where he’s sprawled comfortably—on his stomach and propped up by his strong elbows—beside you in your shared queen-sized bed.

“no, thanks,” you clarify, shaking your head minutely as if to preemptively silence any further questioning.

which, of course, to your chagrin—and when you’re dealing with the great explosion murder god dynamight—doesn’t work.

from your periphery, you can sense bakugou staring at you for a moment, the metaphorical gears in his head clunking about as he struggles to register your definitive response to his seemingly harmless offer. and then, just as you predicted, he retracts his hand, before bringing his phone comically close to his face as if to find out why, despite the fact that he’s wearing his newly updated reading glasses and can see for shit.

“i don’t—” he starts, trailing off as he peers even closer into the screen, squinting his eyes for maximum effect, before giving up with a sigh and turning to face you. “why?”

you scramble for a response. “i-i just don’t feel like looking at pictures right now.”

a beat.

“…so that thing you’re doing with your phone right now?”

shit.

your thumb reflexively swipes back to your homescreen before your mind can think better against it.

busted.

another sigh.

“am i that shitty at taking pictures, is that it?” bakugou demands, shifting so that he’s on his side now—head mounted on his hand and the other still gripping his cell—facing you.

“because,” he continues when you don’t say anything, “i swear i’m trying to get better at it. even asked bug eyes to teach me how to be a better ‘instagram boyfriend,’ or whatever the fuck kids call it these days.”

at that, you have to bite back a smile; you don’t have to look at him to know he’s grinning, either.

“it’s not…that, kats,” you finally manage to get out a second later, absentmindedly locking your device before placing it on your nightstand. “you actually take really good pictures now.”

“right?”

you snort. “don’t get too cocky now.”

“i’m not,” he alleges, although there’s no denying the pride scrawled over his sharp features. “i’m just saying.”

“sure,” you quip, tugging the edge of your duvet from where it’s tucked neatly under your mattress and laying it smoothly over your frame. “whatever you say, big guy.”

“you’re fucking annoying,” comes bakugou’s sharp retort, although there’s no real bite to it.

you chuckle in response, choosing to shimmy into the covers instead and hope he leaves it at that.

and, for a minute, you think you’ve won and successfully buried the conversation deep underground where it belonged, with nothing but both of your steady breaths breaking the silence in your bedroom.

but then, it must’ve dawned on him that you closing your eyes meant that you are getting ready to sleep and not just cozying into the sheets, because bakugou splutters and shifts as if he’s sitting up, and it takes everything within you not to physically wince at the sound.

still, you keep your eyes clenched closed and mentally say a little prayer to whatever god is known for yanking you out of discussions you don’t want to have.

“babe,” bakugou says.

another beat.

“babe,” he repeats, shaking you lightly by the shoulder.

and when you don’t budge an inch: “if you think i’m letting you off that easy, then you’ve got another thing coming for you.”

despite yourself, you stiffen, a motion that apparently doesn’t go unnoticed by the ash-blonde, who only barks out a laugh.

“seriously,” he says after a moment of you still refusing to fold, “open your eyes, or else i’m gonna have to make you.”

now, you’ve been with him long enough to know what ‘make you’ means, and more often than not, it usually means attacking you with tickles and roughhousing you until you finally shriek out in surrender—an experience definitely not for the faint of heart that you’ve since vowed never to subject yourself to ever again.

which leaves you no choice but to force an eye open.

“what,” you say more than ask, not above squinting and making your voice a little raspy for dramatic effect.

to your dismay, bakugou only rolls his eyes. “quit it with that sleepy act,” he commands without missing a beat, “and sit up and talk to me like a grown ass adult.”

“but i’m comfy like this,” you pout.

(for convenience’s sake, you don’t tell him it’s also because this way, you can hide under the duvet if worse comes to worst.)

bakugou eyes you for a moment, before huffing in defeat. “…fine. but you don’t get to escape rope your way out of this, dumbass.”

damn. clocked just like that.

you don’t let your being found out show, though, opting to shrug nonchalantly instead. “depends on what you want to talk about.”

bakugou squints skeptically, although he doesn’t argue any further. what he does, though, is go for something worse.

“my question earlier,” he starts, peering down at you, “you kept on evading it.”

“what question?”

“jesus. you really want me to spell it out for you?” bakugou challenges—instead of demanding you to answer it, much to your surprise—and you blanch. “fine, then. why won’t you look at the pictures i took of you earlier today?”

“i j-just wasn’t feeling how i looked today,” you half-lie. your makeup actually turned out really great.

“but you said so yourself,” bakugou argues, “when you were getting ready, remember? you said you liked how your makeup looked.”

fuck. he remembered that?

“was it your outfit, then?” he presses, shifting on the bed, “or your hair? because i personally thought you were fucking beautiful today.”

“more than usual,” he finishes when you only stare at him, wordless.

“i-i don’t know. just—” you stammer, averting your gaze, not liking where this is going. “overall, i guess. i just don’t like how i look.”

“woah—hold the fuck up.”

at that, your eyes snap to glance at bakugou, who—to your bewilderment—is looking at you like you just grew horns in the split second of you looking away.

“what?” you can’t help but ask.

bakugou’s frowning now. “what do you mean ‘what?’ how did we go from not feeling how you looked today to flat out not liking how you look?”

…shit.

you hurry to deny his interpretation, but pause when you realize you can’t without blatantly lying. you open your mouth again to say something, although you quickly realize it’s too late, anyway—bakugou has already seen your hesitation.

“baby,” bakugou starts cautiously, tone uncharacteristically gentle, yet it’s anything but soothing at the moment, “is there something you want to tell me?”

the words are out before you can rein them in.

“nothing that you don’t already think yourself.”

bakugou’s brows furrow. “what?”

“oh, come on, katsuki,” you chuckle dryly, the sound laced with anything but mirth. “you don’t have to pretend i didn’t gain weight. or that i look like utter horseshit now. or that—”

“stop.”

“—i’m a far cry from the girl you asked to be your girlfriend three years ago, or—”

“fucking stop it, y/n.”

despite yourself, you shut up.

a seemingly eternal bout of silence passes with neither of you saying anything, you—still on your back and looking up at the pro-hero with your heart thrumming frantically against your ribcage, and bakugou—staring down at you and breathing heavily like he was just the one rambling the other’s ear off.

it’s him, though, who ultimately breaks it.

“you’re going to talk about this with your therapist,” he declares, just as he tugs the blanket free from his end, “and i’m going to make sure that you do.”

“how?” is the only thing you manage to croak out.

“i’ll find a way,” he responds decisively, mirroring you from a while ago and squeezing under the blankets beside you.

“my therapist isn’t the kind to break client confidentiality,” you offer quietly as he settles in next to you, as if that’s enough to deter your bullheaded boyfriend.

“and you’re gonna exercise with me tomorrow,” he furthers, ignoring you, and you tense at his suggestion—something he immediately notices, and he backtracks, “or not. just do whatever feels right for you.”

“either way,” he says when you don’t utter a word back, shifting so he’s on his side again and directly face-to-face with you, “you’re not gonna talk shit about yourself like that—ever again—you hear me?”

you stare at him for a beat, before: “or else, what?”

bakugou thinks for a moment. “or else,” he finally drawls, “i’m gonna have to resort to drastic measures.”

at that, you snort. “like what?”

“…like, fucking you in front of a mirror, so that you get to see how pretty you look,” he smirks, grabbing you by your waist and into him, “especially when you cum.”

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[ghelullu]

Okay I survived this ritual surprisingly and wrote down a few thoughts, in a mostly chronological order and I probably forgot 90848 things

Tldr: Absolutely fabulous 20/10 he sounds amazing and he looked so happy the whole time

Spoilers under the break(also for length of rambling) :)

octogonal (with the usual nose in the middle) stage setup, they can walk around the while thing now (a bit similar to the cardi days setup but no elevation in the back)

No new ghouls except for the one new ghoulette, also none of the "more ghouls" that were spoken of in that one interview

Peacefield sounds cool!!!

Lachryma live is 🤌🏽🤌🏽🤌🏽he did the high notes himself!

Spirit! Pinnacle!! So much meliora on the setlist!

Papa talked very little sadly, but when he did it was fun! No accent, too!

He said he's new and asked us to be nice to him since it's his first time; then wanted us to treat him rough instead after someone said no

Almost ran the mic stand over during ftpttp

Entertainer!Phantom!! He was phenomenal the whole night tbh, incredible guitar player

Papa in full robes sitting in the back of the stage being lifted by some thingy while singing Majesty (hands free mic!)

TFIAL made the audience go crazy, changed the lyrics to 2034

Cirice without wings

DATHOML! Much better live than I expected honestly

I think he has a screen now at the front of the stage where he can read lyrics? Not sure though, but from my seat it looked a bit like it, good for him

Still managed to miss some and now we know his "fuck, wrong lyrics" face

FACE! SO MANY SMILES AND FACES HE MAKES!!

No really, he looked SO happy seeing everyone vibe and sing 20/10

Big robes only made an appearance for majesty, other than that It was a black leather jacket with batwing seams on the bottom, the silver jacket (it has a sparkly grucifix on the back), the cassock (BEDAZZLED SPINE AND RIBS AND HIP BONE AND TAIL????) and a pink jacket for squammer

"Whoo!" - Papa V

Appeared from below the stage via trap door to deliver a cowbell to Swiss lmao, umbra rocked - but the mix was bad, you could barely hear his singing, sadly

He sounds amazing without the mask

Especially the new songs are sung rather raspy, incredibly hot. Older songs sound more copia/terzo, but I assume that will change as usual, transitions are never immediate with him

In general he's very copia, but moves different than him, less focused and dancer-y, more.... Theatrical, joyful idk the right word?

In general less horny than copia, fewer action in mummy dust(jumped kneeling on the stairs though), no fingering in ritual, no serpent deceive, etc, but some thrusting in dance macabre etc hehe

The way he ran to change into the cassock for year zero rip, man was in a HURRY

The explosion at the end of year zero shattered the stained glass backdrop and then he performed he is in front of the splintered glass, beautifully done, especially as it reassembled into a religious image again

Generally lots of cool effects for the backdrop during majesty too and then afterwards BECAUSE

for rats the whole backdrop exploded, the church architecture deflated! and it was performed in front of a wasteland, super cool

Frater money!

Really his facial expressions the whole time help

lipstick was GONE

I can't read my notes anymore lmao

He said he's only there to show up and shake ass and that's what he did

MONSTRANCE CLOCK - HE DID THIS FOR MEEEE

Encore was the usual (Good!!!) and there were so many people left after monstrance clock lmao???

Inrpobably forgot a ton but holy moly that was so much and so cool and he sounds SO GOOD I CAN'T SAY IT ENOUGH, he looked extremely happy and comfortable, it was nice to see, audience was great and engaged, the whole new setup is very cool (and expensive looking damn)

10/10

[spaceistheplaceart]

when the trailer for HL2VRAI first came out ppl were hoping for Mira to play alyx and while i dont really care who plays her, ive always wanted to animate something for the idea :)

Audio Source

ID UNDER CUT

BEGIN ID:

A black and white sketchy animatic.

Gordon looks down apologetically.

Gordon: "I-I dunno. I'll like, do something to make that up to y'all. Like, in real life-"

He looks up and smiles nervously.

Alyx shoves him. She has a bandana across her forehead, fingerless gloves, a short vest, and a ripped sleeveless hoodie. She grins deviously at him and pokes his chest.

Alyx: "Give me that flashlight! Drop it! Right now!"

She tries to yank the front panel off the HEV suit, shown through her vibrating rapidly as he fingers are curled under the plating. Benrey comes in from the left and puts a hand on Gordon's shoulder, staring at him. Benrey does not have a helmet and his shadow/hair covers half his head. He is wearing a jumpsuit and has a sparse mustache.

Benrey: "Yeah, give me everything you have.

Gordon bursts out laughing, causing Alyx and Benrey to fall back. Alyx grips the ladder next to them for balance. The camera zooms out to show they are in an alleyway with posters on the walls, the ladder, and a dumpster. Bubby is sitting on the dumpster.

Gordon puts his gun arm over his face like a facepalm and hands Benrey his crowbar.

Gordon: "Yes, sir!"

Gordon gives Alyx a pistol, which is shown through him 'holding' it out with his gun arm and a menu above them that shows his arsenal. He gives her the pistol, then a grenade.

Gordon: "Yes, sir!"

The grenade drops and explodes, resulting in an ear ringing sound effect. Bubby has his hands over his face and exclaims in pain. Coomer pokes his head out of the dumpster.

Gordon puts his head against the wall, bracing himself against it as Alyx laughs. Benrey is rubbing his eyes. There is an explosion mark between Alyx and Gordon, where the grenade dropped.

Cut to a little later. Alyx shoves Gordon to the ground.

Alyx: "Jump him! You got any change in your pockets?"

She looms over him then leans down, grinning and tauntingly cocking her head.

Alyx: "CHUMP? BITCH?"

An image of Pepe the Frog on the floor of a McDonalds, all his food spilled out pathetically with his eyes tearing up is shown- but edited so that it's wearing glasses and the HEV suit to resemble Gordon.

Gordon: "No-"

The Pepe image is gone, replaced with a drawing of Gordon on the ground, looking up as Alyx and Benrey's shadows come into view. His mouth is wobbly and he's got big wet pathetic eyes.

Alyx kicks Gordon while he lays down, Benrey smacks him with the crowbar. Laughing and hitting sound effects are heard.

The screen goes black for a second.

Alyx points forward, yelling with her hand on her hip.

Alyx: "HEY, GOON!"

It's shown that Alyx is speaking to Gordon, who has his arms dangling in front of him and looking up at Alyx wimpily. They are in a junkyard. Alyx jabs her thumb to the right.

Alyx: "Go find me some scrap!"

Gordon sulks off.

Gordon: "Yes, ma'am."

Alyx crosses her arms with a smug smile as Coomer laughs in the background.

END ID

[gaza-giving-tree]

Imagine being four years old, excited to start kindergarten, only for your world to be shattered by war.

Images: (Top) Four year old Misk was about to start kindergarten before it was bombed (Middle) Misk and her two siblings, Masa (Left) and Abdullah (Right) (Bottom) Misk's house was badly damaged in the conflict.

@miskfamily8

Story written by @rumiandroses

This was Misk’s reality. In October 2023, just a month after she began her schooling, her childhood was stolen by the eruption of violence. Instead of classrooms filled with laughter and learning, she now wakes to the deafening sounds of shelling and explosions. Alongside her family—her parents, Mohammed and Lina, and her younger siblings, Masa (2) and Abdullah (just a few months old)—she has endured unimaginable suffering in Gaza.

Their home, once a place of love and safety, was struck in early January. Bullets riddled the walls, and shells landed on the roof while the family huddled inside. Trapped for 14 days, they survived in fear, unsure if they would make it out alive. Now, they face not only the immediate danger of violence but the relentless struggles of food and water insecurity. Clean water is scarce, electricity is unreliable, and even a meal of simple lentil soup requires waiting in impossibly long lines.

The youngest member of the family, baby Abdullah, is especially vulnerable. Born in the midst of war, he lacks access to proper nutrition and medical care, placing his fragile health in grave danger. Misk and Masa, who should be playing with toys and running freely, instead endure days filled with hunger, cold, and uncertainty.

The family’s only hope for survival and stability is to escape to Egypt, where they can begin to rebuild their lives. However, the cost of crossing the border is immense, and without help, their future remains uncertain. Their fundraiser seeks to raise enough to cover travel and accommodation, ensuring that these children can finally experience safety and normalcy.

No child should have to grow up amid the horrors of war. No parent should have to choose between feeding their children and keeping them safe. Mohammed and Lina are doing everything they can, but they cannot do it alone.

If you can, please consider donating to the Misk family’s fundraiser. Every dollar brings them closer to safety. If you cannot donate, please share their story—because the more people who see it, the greater the chance of giving Misk, Masa, and Abdullah the childhood they deserve.

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[gatheringbones]

[“Ozzy: Since we're talking about academia, I just was curious if there's anything you feel like you've learned from your students, or just younger trans people, that has changed how you think about your own gender?

Susan: I have to say I'm really intrigued by the relatively recent emergence of nonbinary frames of reference and nonbinary identities. And it's not new in and of itself, right? Because for me back in the early ‘90s, it's what “transgender” meant; it actually meant more like “not a binary trans transsexual who just wants to disappear into the woodwork.” “Transgender” was [Susan makes explosion sound effect] – boom. And then it's come to mean something else. But I look back into the ‘60s, and I see things about “genderfuck,” or whatever. There's plenty of quote unquote “nonbinary” ways of expressing gender. It's not a new thing.

But what I think is new is that, as I read it, a lot of younger people who are embracing a nonbinary identity or they/them pronouns…it's not so much even that people are necessarily saying “I think of myself as androgynous,” or “I’m blending or mixing and matching,” but what I really hear is this deeper awareness of saying that “society treats gender as if it is nonconsensual, and I'm just gonna call bullshit on all of that.” It’s just like “I don't agree with that perspective, I am orienting myself away from that,” or thinking about all the complexities of how cis and trans relate to each other.

The way that I think of it is “well, if cis means ‘on the same side’ and trans means ‘across,’ aren’t we all kind of different combinations of things we stay on the same side of, versus things that we cross over?” So for me the question is always: how are you being cis and trans – in what ways and what combinations? I think there's a really interesting conversation happening there about: when do you need to name specifically a trans difference? When do you need to call out an unstated norm? How do we all situate ourselves in this mix of different ways of moving across and staying on the same side of? That can too often just collapse into yet another biologically-defined-by bearing.

So I feel like I've learned that from younger people. ‘cause for me, the “cis” terminology…I was already thinking about trans before that word really started taking off, and I have found it really useful in some ways, and I find it to shut down necessary conversations in others. I guess those are the two main things.

Maybe another is that I am always blown away when I discover some small niche trans subcommunity, some subreddit or whatever. Just kind of like: wow! You've got a whole world of references here, and internal dialogues and dynamics and whatever. And I never even heard about this.

I call that “truffle hunting” – I love to find a good truffle that I have just never, never come across that tasty morsel before. And there's just so much of it. There are tens of millions of people who have some claim to trans community or identity, and that's a big place to live. I have not in my 30 years of foraging – plus all of the archival work that I've done – I have not in the least exhausted what is there to be found. It is an active, living, ongoing culture, and new stuff is coming up all the time. And I just love it when I find something that's new to me.

Tuck: Mhm. Well, it reminds me of something that you said that also ties well into our last question, which is: In that 2022 interview I keep referring back to, one thing you said was “...we simply don't know yet all that trans can do. It keeps doing new things, evolving over time.” And that mental image of it continuing to evolve – especially since we were talking that it is maybe in a moment of feeling like it's being co-opted by neoliberalism – and it's like as you said, we're in one moment, and it can evolve back out of that, and that's an exciting potential.

Susan: Yeah. You know, where that idea comes from for me is reading Spinoza, and reading Deleuze and Guattari – the post-structural cultural theorists. But this thing that Spinoza said back in the 1600s is like we don't even know yet what a body can do, and then Deleuze and Guattari pick up on this. But the basic idea there is that a capacity to affect and be affected by things that happen in the world…it's always relational.

It's like a body only means something or can do something or has certain capacities for acting or feeling in relationship to some other specific thing. It's not an essential quality that's intrinsic to the body; it's a capacity that emerges in the relationship of that body to the rest of the world. And so as the world changes, you might discover different capacities of your body or your identity. And so that sense that there's always a potential for something new to emerge feels really important to me.

I know what trans meant to me when I was thinking about it as a kid, and I was coming out into it as a young adult, and I've studied it as an old person, and now in this world it's like… what is trans going to become? It's not gonna be your grandma's transsexuality or transgender or transness. It’s gonna become something new. I see transness as a practice of freedom that is trying to find a way towards life. And so as material circumstances change, what new paths open up? What new needs emerge? What new strategies or tactics do people develop?

To me, to be trans is to be actively alive and engaged with the world around you. And it's experimental, and it's emergent, and it's a virtual…you’re grasping onto virtual potentials that might exist but are not yet fully materialized. And through your actions, you materialize those things that are virtually present in the material organization of the world at this moment. And I can't think of a way I'd rather be, you know? Even if the world is hard, even if it's all on fire and falling apart, and Project 2025 is staring us…[Tuck laughs]...right in the face. So even with all of that, I'm still really happy to be here now.

Tuck: Yeah! Well that perhaps completely covers our last question, but we have to ask it, cause we always do after every interview. So the way we always end the show is by asking: in your ideal world, what would the future of gender look like?

Susan: That it would increasingly be a means of self-expression and connection with others, and the more-than-human world, and less a structure of coercion and control.”]

[theexaltedbride]

White Rabbit X Human Female Civilian Reader.

(I need the top image redone with the Rabbit in place of Dante...because...reasons.... We need more images of Rabbit in general! Especially heroic ones of him with his paramour!)

You were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Just stopping in at a local diner to get a meal after work, when there was a loud commotion, it looked like a fire just down the street, when it turned into an explosion, and a fuel truck came thundering down the road, smashing into another building and exploding.

It had knocked you on your back, the air punched out of your lungs and your ears ringing.

You wouldn't find it out till later, but Rabbit had been conducting a raid on a Darkcom supply depot to steal weapons and materials for his hideouts and to help refugees on Makai protect themselves from other demons until they could be smuggled over to Earth.

Things had not gone according to plan, as a demon he'd hired to make a lot of noise and cause a distraction for Darkcom had gone on a rampage and ignored Rabbit's orders to stop.

In the ensuing fires caused by the fuel truck, everyone was panicking and didn't know what to do. You had just enough presence of mind to start waving people to the back entrance of the diner and using your cellphone flashlight to get them out of there and show the exit, but the flames and smoke made it hard to see where you were going, and when everyone else had made it out, you were left trapped as the fire grew closer and the smoke made it impossible to see.

The flames were getting hotter, you couldn't breathe, your skin was screaming from the heat and your eyes were unable to see through the smoke. You were just about a minute away from fading from smoke inhalation at best. You found a nearby fire extinguisher dented on the floor, yet it was still usable! But the flames were too big, and all you could do was force the flame back for a little bit longer.

Just as you started to worry this was it, a figure moved with impossible speed and grace through the flames, as if he were dancing around them, in order to get to you.

It was a Rabbit in the shape of a man, dressed in a suit, and he'd come to get you out of the fire. The White Rabbit picked you up in his arms with ease and asked you to point the extinguisher ahead of him to help clear the way.

"Forgive me, but I'm sure I have a lady's permission here." He told you through his coughs as he swung you up into his arms, and forced his way through the flames, taking you out the nearest exit and away from the expanding inferno, as you could see people on the other side looking confused as to how they were suddenly safely away from the fire.

Rabbit took you down a different path, cutting through alleyways to avoid police and firefighters catching him (as Darkcom was no doubt also lurking nearby). Yet he soon found himself accidentally coming face to face with the demon who had caused all of this.

It was a large Arachnid like demon, clinging to the walls of the alleyway, who seemed to have been crossbred with a praying mantis. It was covered in chitinous amor, with far too many limbs, eyes, and a drooling maw of mandibles. Rabbit gently put you down, and stepped in front of you to keep the demon's focus on him.

"You were just supposed to cause a distraction, not a massacre you stupid bastard!" Rabbit shouted up to the other demon, who crawled down to be at eye level with the Rabbit.

"Is the Rabbit going soft? No longer have a taste for killing? Just in stealing food and medicine for the weakling kiddies?" The demon said as it clicked its mandibles and its multiple eyes looked at the both of you, gears turning in its head.

"I kill when it is necessary. Not for fun. What you've done is fuck things up for all of us. Now DarkCom will be out for blood! Do you have any idea how many places we'll have to evacuate now before DarkCom arrives to start killing Makaians?" Rabbit shouted up to the demon, who gave what was effectively an arachnid like shrug.

"It matters not. We will kill them all! Feed them to me as payment." The arachnid demon chuckled, its mandibles clicking and clacking together in mimicry of laughter.

"Are there any actual thoughts in that head of yours? Or is it all just noise? Do you shit where you eat too?" The Rabbit said as he threw his arms up in disbelief.

The other demon was silent a moment, still thinking, before it finally spoke.

"Me thinks you have gone soft...grown weak Rabbit. Or is it because you can't ever be bad in front of an 'Alice'?" The Demon asked as it tilted its head towards You, and began to shift his body posture ot face in your direction where you stood behind Rabbit.

In your fear at seeing a true demon you'd forgotten you were still holding a fire extinguisher, and were not clutching it like a safety blanket, for all the good it would do you.

"I can fix that for you, Rabbit." The creature said, mantis like pincers rising up, one of them pointing straight at you.

Rabbits eyes had narrowed and he took a single step to place himself between you and the demon. His off hand moved towards a sword at his him and took a firm grip of the handle.

"In the next second I'm going to draw my blade. And you're about to lose a lot of blood over a very stupid decision. Would you like to lose all of it?" The Rabbit asked of his hired demon, but the way he spoke made it more of a promise. If the arachnid made a move towards you, then it would seal its fate at the end of Rabbit's blade.

At first it looked as if the demon was backing down, slowly lowering his pincers down, before he suddenly brought them down quickly only Rabbit's shoulders, puncturing them like two spear thrusts before the demon raissed him up into the air.

"Traitor! Human Lover! No better than Sparda! Slay you and then feast on your Alice!" the monster had said, while Rabbit flailed about to break free.

"Get out of here!" Rabbit yelled at you, as he struggled to pull his sword out since he couldn't properly use his arms, and settled for grabbing hold of the demon's pincers and using them for leverage to swing his feet up and kick it in the jaw. The Arachnid had forgotten that Rabbit was faster than most demons, and even with his arms out of action, his legs had a mean kick to them.

Yet when presented with a chance to run away, you refused, and instead swung the fire extinguisher with all your might, cracking the demon on the side of his head. It stunned him for a moment for you to hit him again, this time he threw the Rabbit down and tried to lunge at you, screaming how he'd feast on your bones and swallow your soul.

You managed to shove the nozzle of the extinguisher into the bug's mouth and began shocking the demon out with what remained of the extinguisher fluid, giving Rabbit a clear shot to slay the demon with one swing of his sword.

One swing of his sword and the demon lost his head, another swing had its Pincers sliced off, and a third swing cut it hope from throat to thorax.

It twitched and wobbled about for a moment, before finally falling dead, and so too did Rabbit fall as the pain of being stabbed twice and slammed against the ground caught up to him.

Rabbit insisted that he'd be fine, but you couldn't just leave him there. So, you helped him to get to your car while everyone was distracted by the fire and DarkCom was distracted by the slain demon. You couldn't take him to a hospital, so instead you drove to the nearest pharmacy you could reach and you went to the trouble of getting as many painkillers and gauze bandages as you could afford on short notice.

As you bandaged him up and helped deal with the pain, he assured you he could heal from this. He wasn't a human, and he only needed help for the initial injury and blood loss. But you insisted enough he allowed you to at least drive him to where he could portal home and handle the rest himself.

It was a long drive in the middle of the night, so you both got to talking. He learned your name, what you did for a living, and you learned about him, and why the other demon called you Alice. You even admitted to him that you didn't expect him to actually come to your aid like that.

"A gentleman never strikes a lady. Nor does he let one come to harm." The rabbit said and the two of you conversed until you were able to reach where his portal was, and helped him there until he could get to it and open the way back to Makai.

"It was a pleasure meeting you. Please get home safe." Rabbit said, leaning down to plant a kiss on your hand and making it one of the softest kisses you've felt in your entire life.

And just like that Rabbit disappeared, leaving you with many questions, and the memory of his soft fur on your hand, and the feeling of his lips against your skin.

Yet that wasn't the end of your story. It was only the beginning.

You both just had the (un?)fortunate luck of running into each other over and over again. Sometimes you saw a flash of Rabbit running across a rooftop, or Rabbit caught a whiff of you on the wind, or heard your voice in the distance. Fate seemed to keep making your paths cross, and for you both to be teased with glimpses of the other.

Rabbit would end up making the first move though. You lived in a region where Rabbit needed to conduct business and so now and again he would check up on you and make sure you were alright, that Darkcom had not targeted you for reprisals. He even came with money to reimburse you for what you had spent in helping him recover from his injuries, but would never stay for long. Just a quick check in, before departing.

However, this brought its own problems. Rabbit's scent was on you, and demons who had issue with the White Rabbit smuggling Makaians to Earth to live in peace would regularly try to track him down, which meant that they kept running into you and that Rabbit had to keep showing up to kill some of them until they got the message that you were off limits.

You didn't see much of Rabbit since then. Yet you know he's around. Rabbit would leave flowers on your windowsill when he knew you'd be at work, so that you would know he'd come to check on you. So, you made sure to take a few days off from work when you knew he'd be by for a visit, so that you could open the front door and invite him in since it was cold out there, and you had some warm dinner already prepare for him.

At first he tried to turn it down, until you called him out on it in a way he couldn't refuse.

"Will a gentleman really turn down a lady's invitation? For shame Wister Rabbit!" you said with a mock gasp as if you were both in a stage play, that drew a real laugh from him.

"Well, if a lady insists, how can a gentleman deny her?"

So it was that you and Rabbit shared your first dinner together, and it was but the first of many. Almost three times a month he would come to see you, bringing flowers, treats, and looking to forget about his hardships with you, and pretend to live a normal, peaceful, life with you. With each visit he will become more relaxed, and long for you more and more. But the first kiss will have to come from you.

-The first few times Rabbit is inside your home he is very stiff and almost afraid to touch anything, as if worried he will break everything. It will only get better with time as he becomes more comfortable with you and being in a human home, yet he still tends to default to his ideas of being a gentleman whenever he is in doubt. (You would later on learn that he picked this up from multiple books from different eras which had been found on his homeworld, each with a slightly different version of how a gentleman should act. Thankfully it seems he picked up the best traits out of all of them).

-Rabbit is very interested in stories about your family, because he never knew his progenitors. He grew up with the wandering peoples of Makai and knew only them and the hardships of always being on the move.

-Rabbit has no problem eating meat despite being a rabbit. Honestly, anything you make for him will be happily consumed (even carrots, ugh). Because the secret is that you made it with love, and he can taste it in the food, and it moves him.

-Your first kiss will come from a rare movie night with you. Rabbit just needed to get away from it all for a little while and your home was the only place he could think to go, so you put on a sweet movie for him, and as it drew to a close, you made your move, and left the Rabbit so stunned his ears suddenly sprang up and he had no words to give for how you made him feel. All he could do was kiss you back, and thank whatever divinities which might exist that he was able to find you and save you on that fateful day. Because with a single act, you have saved his soul from being lost to madness and despair. Anything more intimate will take time, but he will not want to rush things, because Rabbit doesn't want to ruin the best thing in his life.

-Since you and Rabbit can't go out and dance, you've had to settle for dancing together at home, or in an empty field with music playing from your car radio. Its clear that while he's studied the moves (and is relying on his enhanced speed to make it look smooth) he's not had much practice. But that doesn't matter, time with him is worth it no matter what you both do.

-If you genuinely offer to let some Makaians shelter in your home, Rabbit will be left speechless. He will be happy, but stunned at a human making that kind of an offer. Sure, it might make being intimate with you a little more awkward, but he mostly fears making you a target, and so if he uses your home as a safehouse for Makaians, he will only have it be temporary, only a single family at a time.

-Rabbit has killed to keep you safe, and he will do it without issue in the future. Before you were a lady, but now you're his lady. A gentleman must keep his lady safe, no matter what.

Demon, Human, it doesn't matter. Anyone or anything who is a threat to you will be put down by his sword.

-Your presence in Rabbit's life is starting to affect how he plans his raids and missions. He is much more careful now and plans everything down to the smallest detail to make sure there are as little chances of it to cause undue casualties or injuries as possible. He doesn't want to become a profane monster in your eyes. He still wants to be the Rabbit who saved you from the flames and protected you from another demon. Maybe the arachnid was right...maybe he is going soft?

-Once Rabbit came to your home while drunk, utterly stinking of alcohol and looking like he'd been crying his eyes out. He wanted to check on you and be sure you were okay, and as soon as he was sure of that he fell asleep on your couch, still clutching an empty wine bottle in his hand. The following morning he'd suffer one of the worst hangovers of his life, and refuse to say why he suddenly had to see you while inebriated, but at least he could recover somewhere safe, even if it meant you had to take a sick day off from work.

-You know it will leave you tired after work, but sometimes you have pushed yourself to be able to spend all night with Rabbit on his visits, as it's the only time you can actually safely be together. Going for a drive, or walking through the woods, or even just sitting together in your home. Every second counts, and your visits are preciously few.

-You bought several versions of Alice in Wonderland, illustrated and ones closer to the original printing, as gifts for Rabbit, and he didn't know what to say, he promised to bring you a gift just as good your own.

-Eventually, Rabbit will come to you on one knee and ask a very important question. Would you be his? Would you be the light of his life, for the rest of your lives? He knows it is early, but he hasn't been more sure of anything in his life.

When he finally shows you the ring, it's a small metal one, with a little rabbit head on the end. It wasn't bought, he'd spent months actually getting good metal to fashion it for you and making sure it would fit perfectly on your finger.

Part of why it took him so long to finally pop the question was because he kept having to resize it and kept triple checking to make sure it was well made, and that you wouldn't be allergic to the ring's alloys.

He wants you to be his bride. He wants you to come with him, even if only part of the time. To help him only as much as you are willing.

"It's not wonderland there. Your people call it hell for a reason. Others will hate you when they see you. I cannot offer you comfort or wealth. All I can give you is my love and the promise that I will do my best to care for you."

When you say yes, it is like you breathed new life in Rabbit, you've never seen him this animated in your entire time together, he's jumping (or rather, hopping) with joy, embracing you and kissing you and promising to try and give you as big of a ceremony as he can for the wedding back home.

But you tell him it doesn't matter. It's not the ceremony or even the ring that matters, only the love you share together.

That's when you see tears of joy from Rabbit for the first time, and he gets to see those same tears from you.

"A gentleman shouldn't cry in front of a lady...but it's okay in front of his wife."

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Couple's Playlist.

~"Fairytale" Alexander Rybak.

~"Dreaming Wide Awake" Poets of the Fall.

~"Sleep" Poets of the Fall.

~"I Need a hero" Bonnie Tyler.

~"Savior" Skillet.

[oh-no-its-bird]

Celebrating my 21'st birthday by posting an obnoxious amount of

Warring States Hatake OC things !

Continuing the warring states era Hatake oc train as I try to fill up all 21 slots for the clan !!! I honestly don't know if I'll make all 21, but I'd like to at least give them all names, just to make the world feel lived in. I might ask someone else to donate an oc or two in the future to guest star in the cast, idk

But anyways !!!! In a clan who loves to adopt, it stands to reason that they ofc have people among them who weren't born Hatake.

With that said: Pyromaniac explosion enthusiast Hatake who was a failed bloodline theft anyone ???

Both Sora and Tsuki are pretty fucking horrendous towards Tetsuo, but in large part it's Tsuki leading the charge. Sora follows his lead, as he's the first friend she made in the clan. They're honestly pretty close

Meanwhile: Sora remains the biggest Haruka fan ever. Being saved from the bloodline thief camp by the woman really cemented her in her mind as her hero.

After Sora lost her arm at 12 when playing with an explosion seal she'd explicitly been told not to play with, Tsuki proposed they learn to do hand signs together.

Sora would eventually be able to figure out how to do pull off a jutsu with only one hand, but it takes a long time to get there— and even when she is there, it still takes longer than if she had 2 hands. Working with Tsuki, they can both pull off just about any jutsu as fast as any one person can. Faster, even

Top ten images taken 5 seconds before disaster...

I was gonna draw 2 more pages for this, of the actual drowning attempt, but I got tired and wanted to post this today so you get a summary of what comes next instead. (Maybe I'll finish drawing it and post it separately another day)

Tsuki and Sora bullied Tetsuo pretty relentlessly till the boys were about 13, when Tsuki took things a step too far and basically tried to drown Tetsuo. Tetsuo fought back, beating both Tsuki and Sora's asses pretty soundly— and catching Haruka's attention in the process.

Seeing Tetsuo fend off the other two made up Haruka's mind, and she declared he'd be her new heir. Which he... didn't actually want to be. Oops!

Sora was pretty effectively scared out of bullying Tetsuo any further, and Tsuki mellowed out a good amount— though he remained mischievous, but that was pretty standard for him.

The blue tint of Tetsuo's skin would fade only some months later as he grew out of his Hoshigaki traits and into his Hatake blood. This also helped to lessen teasing from the other kids, along with the whole "he's the new clan heir now" thing.

Good for him.

The next day Tetsuo is super pissy and sleep deprived while Tsuki is suspiciously smug and well rested. On the bright side, Tetsuo has officially learned his lesson and will now refuse to let Tsuki ever give anyone anything he's drawn ominous spirals on.

As adults, Tetsuo and Tsuki are... fine, honestly. They're friends, in a way. Might even be counted as close— or as close as you can be, with Tsuki.

The fact that Tsuki got himself permanantly posessed by an Uzu spiral demon on that mission gone wrong in Wave doesn't make things as complicated than you'd think. Tetsuo seems to often land himself in the position of acting as Tsuki (and often times Sora's) handler.

I had a few more things I wanted to draw, but ran out of time. I'll probably just try and draw and post it later. No Sora piercing lore, Daisuke introduction post or full Tetsuo drowning comic for you!!! (Yet)

Umm final thoughts:

Tetsuo is doomed to forever be surrounded by maniacs

Early Konoha oc art pt. [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9]

[aimlovesmusic]

Ben and Gwen anodite headcanons? Please!

Ooohoohohoh yes I do

Spent two days messing around with doodles.

LORE BEHIND EACH DOODLE! NOT THE FINISHED DESIGN. please send more asks or screenshots to edit anodite Ben to plz! I've already done a whole bunch last year!

PRIME------

Top left mini comic: when extremely exhausted and stressed from a long battle. He sustains an injury during battle from an energy cannon but feels none of it. Turns out energy blasts all this time not having too much of an effect on him was because the heratige.

The group doodle: (the four of them hang out often) not much lore behind this except after transforming really often within short amount of time, he gets extra glowy. His skin is trying it's best to contain him. Rook is fully aware of what's happening while Ester and Rayona are amazed and concerned (when is anyone not when it comes to the watch bearer)

Bottom left: how he wouldve looked in full anodite form pre explosion in "the new dawn" finale.

Left full body: him after omniverse's finale. The image of his arm being all starry after reverting stuck with me and boom there's one of my most important headcannons(lmk if y'all wanna hear me blab about that one)

Mini thing below the fullbody is the pose he pulled trying to shield himself from the anihlarg explosion.

GWEN 10 AU------

Right full body:more turquoise color when calmer or not brimming with energy. The large star shape on the chest indicates a young anodite hybrid who awakened rather aggressively. Blasting their very form to smitherines abruptly.

Right top corner: color potential palettes. High energy. Being a full anodite in this au he toys around with the normal limits of his humanoid anodite form. This freaks out ppl.

Him and Julie before he lost his skin during the highbreed finale in alien force.

All the anodites in their fulls.

- Verdona is magenta and has a hints of teal. She's the least humanoid in appearence. She's got spikey bits of mana protecting her around her shoulders and occasionally anywhere else she seems nice at that moment.

- Sunny is indigo and is little more humanoid sporting curved horns since she thinks they're cute and can add dangly jewelry.she has a wrap like skirt that blends into her not really there legs. She has floating solid shapes of mana circling around her neck.

- Gwen the most humanoid teal one. She has double layer of horns that appear like cat ears. She's the only one to have inherited the dual color from verdona. She can be spotted with a lion like tail at times.

- Ben the green one with short horns. He's somewhat humanoid like Gwen but leans more into things he thinks are cool. He plays with his form alot. Has a jellyfish like poncho and coils. Sometimes has ribbon like arms instead.

Verdona(and her sister for sunny)passed down mermaid/aquatic like traits(Gwen's ripples like water/Sunnys mermaid like legs/ Ben's jellyfish traits and all three having webbed hands.) plus a heart like facial markings,Though it's reversed on Sunny.

@ideas-of-immortality here's more 👍😁

[nasa]

Astronomers used three of NASA's Great Observatories to capture this multiwavelength image showing galaxy cluster IDCS J1426.5+3508. It includes X-rays recorded by the Chandra X-ray Observatory in blue, visible light observed by the Hubble Space Telescope in green, and infrared light from the Spitzer Space Telescope in red. This rare galaxy cluster has important implications for understanding how these megastructures formed and evolved early in the universe.

How Astronomers Time Travel

Let’s add another item to your travel bucket list: the early universe! You don’t need the type of time machine you see in sci-fi movies, and you don’t have to worry about getting trapped in the past. You don’t even need to leave the comfort of your home! All you need is a powerful space-based telescope.

But let’s start small and work our way up to the farthest reaches of space. We’ll explain how it all works along the way.

This animation illustrates how fast light travels between Earth and the Moon. The farther light has to travel, the more noticeable its speed limit becomes.

The speed of light is superfast, but it isn’t infinite. It travels at about 186,000 miles (300 million meters) per second. That means that it takes time for the light from any object to reach our eyes. The farther it is, the more time it takes.

You can see nearby things basically in real time because the light travel time isn’t long enough to make a difference. Even if an object is 100 miles (161 kilometers) away, it takes just 0.0005 seconds for light to travel that far. But on astronomical scales, the effects become noticeable.

This infographic shows how long it takes light to travel to different planets in our solar system.

Within our solar system, light’s speed limit means it can take a while to communicate back and forth between spacecraft and ground stations on Earth. We see the Moon, Sun, and planets as they were slightly in the past, but it's not usually far enough back to be scientifically interesting.

As we peer farther out into our galaxy, we use light-years to talk about distances. Smaller units like miles or kilometers would be too overwhelming and we’d lose a sense of their meaning. One light-year – the distance light travels in a year – is nearly 6 trillion miles (9.5 trillion kilometers). And that’s just a tiny baby step into the cosmos.

The Sun’s closest neighboring star, Proxima Centauri, is 4.2 light-years away. That means we see it as it was about four years ago. Betelgeuse, a more distant (and more volatile) stellar neighbor, is around 700 light-years away. Because of light’s lag time, astronomers don’t know for sure whether this supergiant star is still there! It may have already blasted itself apart in a supernova explosion – but it probably has another 10,000 years or more to go.

What looks much like craggy mountains on a moonlit evening is actually the edge of a nearby, young, star-forming region NGC 3324 in the Carina Nebula. Captured in infrared light by the Near-Infrared Camera (NIRCam) on NASA’s James Webb Space Telescope, this image reveals previously obscured areas of star birth.

The Carina Nebula clocks in at 7,500 light-years away, which means the light we receive from it today began its journey about 3,000 years before the pyramids of Giza in Egypt were built! Many new stars there have undoubtedly been born by now, but their light may not reach Earth for thousands of years.

An artist’s concept of our Milky Way galaxy, with rough locations for the Sun and Carina nebula marked.

If we zoom way out, you can see that 7,500 light-years away is still pretty much within our neighborhood. Let’s look further back in time…

This stunning image by the NASA/ESA Hubble Space Telescope features the spiral galaxy NGC 5643. Looking this good isn’t easy; 30 different exposures, for a total of nine hours of observation time, together with Hubble’s high resolution and clarity, were needed to produce an image of such exquisite detail and beauty.

Peering outside our Milky Way galaxy transports us much further into the past. The Andromeda galaxy, our nearest large galactic neighbor, is about 2.5 million light-years away. And that’s still pretty close, as far as the universe goes. The image above shows the spiral galaxy NGC 5643, which is about 60 million light-years away! That means we see it as it was about 60 million years ago.

As telescopes look deeper into the universe, they capture snapshots in time from different cosmic eras. Astronomers can stitch those snapshots together to unravel things like galaxy evolution. The closest ones are more mature; we see them nearly as they truly are in the present day because their light doesn’t have to travel as far to reach us. We can’t rewind those galaxies (or our own), but we can get clues about how they likely developed. Looking at galaxies that are farther and farther away means seeing these star cities in ever earlier stages of development.

The farthest galaxies we can see are both old and young. They’re billions of years old now, and the light we receive from them is ancient since it took so long to traverse the cosmos. But since their light was emitted when the galaxies were young, it gives us a view of their infancy.

This animation is an artist’s concept of the big bang, with representations of the early universe and its expansion.

Comparing how fast objects at different distances are moving away opened up the biggest mystery in modern astronomy: cosmic acceleration. The universe was already expanding as a result of the big bang, but astronomers expected it to slow down over time. Instead, it’s speeding up!

The universe’s expansion makes it tricky to talk about the distances of the farthest objects. We often use lookback time, which is the amount of time it took for an object’s light to reach us. That’s simpler than using a literal distance, because an object that was 10 billion light-years away when it emitted the light we received from it would actually be more than 16 billion light-years away right now, due to the expansion of space. We can even see objects that are presently over 30 billion light-years from Earth, even though the universe is only about 14 billion years old.

This James Webb Space Telescope image shines with the light from galaxies that are more than 13.4 billion years old, dating back to less than 400 million years after the big bang.

Our James Webb Space Telescope has helped us time travel back more than 13.4 billion years, to when the universe was less than 400 million years old. When our Nancy Grace Roman Space Telescope launches in a few years, astronomers will pair its vast view of space with Webb’s zooming capabilities to study the early universe in better ways than ever before. And don’t worry – these telescopes will make plenty of pit stops along the way at other exciting cosmic destinations across space and time.

Learn more about the exciting science Roman will investigate on X and Facebook.

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[storiesfromgaza]

It is very important to read this and share it

Today the Euro-Mediterranean Human Rights Monitor Observatory stated that Israel dropped over 25,000 tons of explosives on the Gaza Strip as part of its ongoing extensive war since October 7th, equivalent to two nuclear bombs.

The Euro-Mediterranean Human Rights Observatory, based in Geneva, highlighted the Israeli army's acknowledgment of targeting more than 12,000 objectives in the Gaza Strip, setting a record in the number of bombs dropped, surpassing 10 kilograms of explosives per person.

With the advancements in bomb quantity and effectiveness, while maintaining a consistent amount of explosives, the quantity dropped on Gaza could be equivalent to twice the power of a nuclear bomb.

Additionally, Israel deliberately employs a mixture known as "RDX" (Research Department Explosive) commonly referred to as "the science of complete explosives," with a power equal to 1.34 times that of TNT.

This means that the destructive power of the explosives dropped on Gaza exceeds what was dropped on Hiroshima, taking into account that the city of Hiroshima covers an area of 900 square kilometers, while Gaza's area is no more than 360 square kilometers.

Furthermore, Israel has been documented using internationally banned weapons in its attacks on the Gaza Strip, particularly cluster and white phosphorus bombs. White phosphorus is a highly toxic incendiary substance that rapidly reacts with oxygen, causing severe second and third-degree burns. The Euro-Mediterranean team has documented cases of injuries among the victims of Israeli attacks that resemble the effects of dangerous cluster bombs, as they contain small high-explosive submunitions designed to penetrate the body and cause internal explosions, resulting in severe burns that melt the victims' skin and sometimes lead to death. These submunitions also cause peculiar swelling and toxin exposure in the body, including transparent shrapnel that does not appear in X-ray images.

The Euro-Mediterranean Human Rights Observatory has emphasized that Israel's destructive, indiscriminate, and disproportionate attacks constitute a clear violation of the laws of war and the rules of international humanitarian law, which stipulate the obligation to protect civilians in all circumstances and under any conditions. Killing civilians is considered a war crime in both international and non-international armed conflicts and can rise to the level of a crime against humanity.

The 1899 and 1907 Hague Conventions, along with the 1949 Geneva Convention in its latest formulation, established fundamental human rights during wartime to limit the deadly health consequences of internationally banned weapons, some of which could lead to the "genocide" of civilians.

Article 25 of the Hague Regulations concerning the Laws and Customs of War on Land prohibits "attacking or bombarding towns, villages, dwellings, or buildings which are not defended."

Article 53 of the Fourth Geneva Convention states that "any destruction by the occupying power of real or personal property belonging individually or collectively to private persons, or to the State, or to other public authorities, or to social or cooperative organizations, is prohibited, except where such destruction is rendered absolutely necessary by military operations."

According to Article 147 of the Fourth Geneva Convention, the destruction of property that is not justified by military necessity and on a large scale is considered a serious violation that requires prosecution. Such practices are also classified as war crimes under the Rome Statute of the International Criminal Court.

The Euro-Mediterranean Human Rights Observatory has called for the formation of an independent international investigative committee to assess the magnitude of explosives and internationally banned weapons used and continue to be used by Israel against civilians in the Gaza Strip.

This committee would hold accountable those responsible, including those who issued orders, made plans, executed actions, and took measures aimed at achieving justice for Palestinian victims.