wait, love ur space knowledge, now i have a moon query. u said earth's moon is proportionally the hugest but isn't charon like half the size of pluto? which i know is technically a dwarf planet but she's very dear to me so what's the deal with that? thank u
yeah Charon really isn’t a moon proper because it’s not actually orbiting Pluto, they’re orbiting each other!
this means that Pluto and Charon are actually a paired system of orbiting bodies and not a standard planet-moon-system at all, and this is a major reason why Pluto was disqualified from being a planet proper in the first place!
this double-orbit is also a major reason why Pluto’s orbit around the Sun is just so unbelievably fucked up.
which, again, is another reason why Pluto got kicked off of the Planets table and had to go sit with Planetoids and Dwarf Planets at the kiddy table.
(thanks a lot, Charon.)
uhhh but yeah basically these two idiot rocks are just holding hands and screaming while they cartwheel wildly through the outer solar system and it’s pretty hilarious actually
Hey, I reblogged this yesterday and at the time Ithought the work was really important to just let be on it’s own as a piece of art… But since then some of the notes I saw were bleak and I just want to say that I’m not an expert by any means, I’m just a person whose watched a youtube video or two but as a trans person you don’t have no options when you die.
What you need is something called an advanced directive - a will is not going to cut it because that won’t some into play until after you’re buried. The youtuber and mortician Caitlin Doughty has a video about it, specifically as it relates to trans people: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PVgumSUZQRI
You need to make sure the right people look after you after death.
His kisses were getting sloppy, fevered, like she might flit away between his fingertips if he didn’t keep a firm hold of her hips or his tongue in her mouth. Sansa can’t say she didn’t like it.
“Mmm,” she purrs, pulling away and gazing down at him from her perch, straddling his lap. “You are meant to be packing.”
“I’m working my way up to it,” Jon rumbles, voice deep and scratchy as he nips at her lips, a strong, warm hand at the back of her neck, urging her back down to him, sending tiny lightning bolts down her spine.
Sansa halts his guidance with a hand to his chest. “Our flight leaves in two hours, Jon.”
He pouts. It’s not an intentional, cutesy sort of pout but one he just simply cannot help and Sansa can’t blame him really. They have to fly back home for Robb’s wedding. They have to pretend again.
Jon whines, stretches up to put his mouth to her throat. She swallows beneath the scrape of his teeth and the hypnotic swipe of his hot, wet tongue. “Just one more time, sweetheart,” he whispers, fitting that tight hold on her hips again, gently rocking them into a torturous grind. “Please, baby. Just to keep me going.”
She’s lost - she’s lost. She’s utterly swept away by him when he’s like this.
“Just-… just quickly,” Sansa says, relenting, tugging off her t-shirt and returning his hungry kiss. “But you better keep your hands to yourself once we land on northern soil.”
“I will-I will,” he rains promisses all over her skin with his mouth. “No one will suspect a thing.” Deftly, Jon pops the buttons down the front of her little denim skirt. “It’ll be-” his lips devour hers again as she cradles his face in her hold, “ -strictly-” he shoves his big, warm hand down the front of her panties, cupping her with groan at the back of his throat, “-brotherly touching only.”
THEY REALLY FUCKING STOLE THE REAL GATE OF ISHTAR AND LOOTED IT ALL THE WAY TO BERLIN GERMANY? Truly no words for the level of theivery and evil. and Iraq now has a ~recreation~ while the real thing is in germany
