#in despair

[padiduys]

It's yaoi o'clock!

[abyssqlette]

never ever ask an alnst fan what transpired on february 14th, 2025.

[onceuponabreeze]

THE ZYM SOCKS ONLY SHIP TO NORTH AMERICA ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

THEYRE MADE IN CHINA SOME MORE

[calbeloved]

a mosquito is hiding in my room..... he found a strategy........ hidding himself and stopped moving and making noise..... he's waiting for me to fall asleep so he can attack..... im so mad at myself I HAD A CLEAR SHOT OF HIM AND MISSED

[weirdlizard26]

fellas is it gay to have barely half of your thesis finished and JUST realize you have like 4 days left to finish all of it

[gwydionmisha]

In Despair - C. P. Cavafy

He lost him completely. And he now tries to find his lips in the lips of each new lover, he tries in the union with each new lover to convince himself that it’s the same young man, that it’s to him he gives himself. He lost him completely, as though he never existed. He wanted, his lover said, to save himself from the tainted, unhealthy form of sexual pleasure, the tainted, shameful form of sexual pleasure. There was still time, he said, to save himself. He lost him completely, as though he never existed. Through fantasy, through hallucination, he tries to find his lips in the lips of other young men, he longs to feel his kind of love once more.  

[1dk-anym0r3]

airpods r broken :(

[guiiay]

jinx and isha visit a walmart

[deansbisexualflannel]

[mercurialbadger]

[druid-for-hire]

There's this sort of anthropomorphizing that inherently happens in language that really gets me sometimes. I'm still not over the terminology of "gravity assist," the technique where we launch satellites into the orbit of other planets so that we can build momentum via the astounding and literally astronomical strength of their gravitational forces, to "slingshot" them into the direction we need with a speed that we could never, ever, ever create ourselves. I mean, some of these slingshots easily get probes hurtling through space at tens of thousands of miles per hour. Wikipedia has a handy diagram of the Voyager 1 satellite doing such a thing.

"Gravity assist." "Slingshot." Of course, on a very basic and objective level, yes, we are taking advantage of forces generated by outside objects to specifically help in our goals. We're getting help from objects in the same way a river can power a mill. And of course we call it a "slingshot," because the motion is very similar (mentally at least; I can't be sure about the exact physics).

Plus, especially compared to the other sciences, the terminology for astrophysics is like, really straightforward. "Black hole?" Damn yeah it sure is. "Big bang?" It sure was. "Galactic cluster?" Buddy you're never gonna guess what this is. I think it's an effect of the fact that language is generally developed for life on earth and all the strange variances that happen on its surface, that applying it to something as alien and vast as space, general terms tend to suffice very well in a lot more places than, like... idk, botany.

But, like. "Gravity assist." I still can't get the notion out of my head that such language implies us receiving active help from our celestial neighbors. They come to our aid. We are working together. We are assisted. Jupiter and the other planets saw our little messengers coming from its pale blue molecular cousin, and we set up the physics just right, so that they could help us send them out to far stranger places than this, to tell us all about what they find out there.

We are assisted.

And there is no better way to illustrate my feelings on the matter than to just show you guys one of my favorite paintings, this 1973 NASA art by Rick Guidice to show the Pioneer probe doing this exact thing:

"... You, sent out beyond your recall, go to the limits of your longing. Embody me. ..."

Gravity assist.

[batsandbirdsandothers]

Their facial expression says it all.

[uziraphale]

Where did I go wrong??????

been wanting to paint this shot for a while 🥺

[beggars-opera]

If nothing else, as a historian every time I get scared at the state of the world I have to remind myself that "uninteresting times" is a myth.

The world has always been in the throes of chaos and violence and fear, just in different ways and to different degrees. The anxieties of the past are no less real than our own, and we can learn from them. Normality and peace are fleeting, but we can always strive to increase those moments. We have to keep hoping and working for a better future. It's all we have. We may not succeed, but if we don't try, what are we living for?

[sainamite]

this wood pattern on a door of a sad little creature going up in flames is me