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[sleepsucks]

[harveyphotography]

Pioppi - Costiera Cilentana

Settembre '24

[cardismantlers]

Sell my Car Port Melbourne 3207 #Port Melbourne #3207 #Victoria #Australia https://www.cardismantlers.com.au/port-melbourne/

[tippysattic]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: McCalls VTG Girls Unlined Jacket Blouse Skirt Pants Sewing Pattern SIZE 8.

[dogstomp]

Dogstomp #3207 - October 12th

Patreon / Discord Server / Itaku / Bluesky

I feel like we don't often enough acknowledge that words are symbolic, rather than direct, and that the idea that others are similar to us is largely an illusion. Not a single word we say is 100% what the other person hears. We grew up in different locations, with different friends, different teachers... the image and memories that come to mind when I say anything are fully different than everyone else's. I think we deal with this by projecting our experience into the gaps. If we had to ask for clarification on every word, communication would take too long, so making assumptions about the unimportant details speeds stuff along. And this creates problems. It's the source of miscommunication. I had someone disagree with me on this idea, and by asking about specific definitions, we discovered that the word "information" meant something subtly different to them than it did to me, and that subtle difference changed the whole meaning of what I said to them. If you're not aware how often you're projecting your experience into the gaps left by language, you risk building the false idea that everyone is more like you than they actually are, and when you think they're using the same logic paths you're using, but they're coming to a different conclusion, you can easily end up incorrectly believing that they're not following rational logic paths at all. So here's my rule: Everyone is acting rationally all the time. no exceptions. And coming to agreements is just a matter of identifying which of our word meanings don't align.

[vizuart]

[maryse127]

So the Italian restaurant chain I have been eating pretty much every day these last few weeks has you order through your phone by entering the menu item number on a website and uhm. I may know the code for chocolate cake by heart...

[thelesbianthespianposts]

Pre-Iliad Dashboard simulator

⬜️ iphy-the-princess-deactivated12990415

Eeeee!!! Guess who’s getting married to swift-footed Achilles??!!!

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💪 bestofgreeks

hurts being the only competent Greek warrior but someone’s gotta do it

#aristos achaeon #suck it agamemnon #im so hot #trojan war

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🪢 ilovemywife

I’m so strong for putting up with the other kings of Greece. #Except my bestie o-my-gods-just-let-me-die-omedes the only real one #if I have to hear agamemnon refuse to acknowledge the gods’ help one more time #he has so much hubris #could never be me

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🖕o-my-gods-just-let-me-die-omedes

why do people find Odysseus charming? He’s literally just lying about everything??

🖕o-my-gods-just-let-me-die-omedes

I get it

#i would legit die for him #hes the best of all of us ok?? 245 notes

👁️ pleaseimaprophetiswear

PLEASE SOMEONE LISTEN TO ME

🗡️ agamemnon

yes?

👁️ pleaseimaprophetiswear

SOMEBODY ELSE

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👑 prettiest-girl-ever-derogatory

Day 57 in Troy: living my best life, my new “husband” was away today thank the Gods. I heard there’s going to be a war over me. Love the sentiment but it’s a little much y’know?

#my husband is so nice but he’s so dramatic #hes pooled together all the armies in Greece to come together #no hector hate in the reblogs ok? #hes actually pretty ok #we make fun of paris together

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🏹 paris-not-the-city

Ok poll to prove I’m not crazy

No nuance option bc I wasn’t given one

#not my fault #its clearly aphrodite #olympian gods #i didn’t know kidnapping the queen of sparta would have consequences

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✨ queen-clytemnestra

im going to kill my husband. with an axe

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[hometoursandotherstuff]

Here's a pretty nicely done castle house. 1927 build in Chevy Chase, MD has 4bds, 5ba, priced at $1.795M.

There's a small foyer.

And you come to a sweeping staircase in an entrance hall.

Beautiful.

This hall leads to the ground floor rooms.

Interesting room layout. An arch with columns and just a small area with a doorway.

The arched doorway has steps down to a libary with a pool table. It has stone floors and walls of bookshelves. Look at the interesting ceiling.

At the end of this hall there's a small desk.

Off to the side is a bedroom.

It has a lovey vintage/modern bath w/tile that ties in with the theme of the home.

Very nice family room with a big stone fireplace.

Lovely dining room.

The kitchen is unique with lovely carved cabinetry. There's a long counter for casual dining.

The cabinets are so beautiful, I wish they'd done a clouseup.

Lovely terrace.

This looks like the primary bedroom on the 2nd fl.

Has a lovely renovated shower room.

Here's a beautiful bedroom with a cute bath.

This is great- a rooftop deck overlooking the garden.

Down on the ground there's a gorgeous patio with a stone fireplace.

Beautiful grounds to stroll.

Path along a little waterway. There's no pool, though.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/3207-Woodbine-St-Chevy-Chase-MD-20815/37166746_zpid/

[nando161mando]

🚨 ACTIVISTS ESTABLISH WATER BLOCKADE TO STOP ZIM SHIPS AT MELBOURNE PORT 🚨

Get down NOW to Lorimer Street beach to support the community picket line on water to block ZIM ships in Swanson Dock. Nothing in, nothing out until the genocide and occupation ends! 3 ships partnered with ZIM currently sit in the dock, and we cannot allow their voyages to continue.

Activists have answered the call of Palestinian Trade Unions to end all complicity with the genocidal regime of Israel- and it begins with ZIM. The national cargo carrier of Israel must be stopped, and we call on all people to come together to achieve this goal. If a genocide is to end, supply chains must be stopped- no business as usual! 🛑

We will be here until the genocide stops as a community picket, and request unions to not cross the picket line. Everyone who can, mobilise now! Share this message on socials with everyone!

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@antifainternational @radicalgraff @anarchistmemecollective @kropotkindersurprise

[finnlongman]

Dá scaraind gan troit is tú, gidar comaltai, a cháemChú, bud olc mo briathar is mo blad ic Ailill is ac Meidb Chrúachan Should I part from you without a fight, O gentle Hound, though we are fosterbrothers, my word and my name would be held in ill esteem by Ailill and Medb of Crúachu.

(TBC LL, ll. 3207-3210)

A cháemChú.

Hard to gauge for sure whether it was intended as a compound in the manuscript, since the Book of Leinster isn't big on word-breaks, but if it were a regular adjective, it would come after the noun, so I guess whacking it on the front like that -- while probably for metrical/rhyme reasons -- does have that effect.

Cool, well, I'm fine about that.

[startrekfangirl2233-writes]

Spring, 2020 - San Diego, California

Chapter 7 Part 2 of You Are My Soulmate

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Reader

Description: Bradley's in love. One night with Tinkerbell has already been like no other experience in his life. And he wasn't even alone with her! Now his soulmate's agreed to go on a date with him - and the pressure is on. It has to be perfect. He has to make her smile. Bradley's not sure there are very many first impressions left to make on his soulmate. This date might be the last first impression they've got.

Disclaimers: Misogynistic speech. Mentioned Homosexual Relationships. Angst. Flagrant disregard for protocols or Authority. Angst. Anguish.

This content presented in this story is for audiences age 18 and over only. MINORS DNI. I will not be accepting tag-list requests from Blank or Ageless Blogs for this story.

Warnings: Female!Reader

Word Count: 3207

A/N: All aboard the slow-burn train! It's Roo and Tink's first date and they're so fluffy I could die

<insert Despicable Me gif of Agnes with Unicorn here>

Thanks to @desert-fern who beta-read this chapter and made sure it was all flowing right. Your girl got stuck in Angst Central (TM) and got lost trying to write fluff again.

AO3: Cross-posted Here!

Wattpad: Cross-posted Here!

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Rooster

Inviting Tinkerbell to his dad’s birthday celebration had been a better choice than he’d ever imagined. She’d agreed so readily, in a way that was balm to his bruised soul, sitting there on the beach. He’d spent the night split between two foci, caught between his family and his soul, cataloging the emotions flitting across her face just as hungrily as he sucked up the stories of his parents from the people who knew them best. As worried as he had been to invite her into the center of his messed up life, seeing her make herself at home, charming his family as easily as she’d charmed him, had been a balm to his soul. His family adored her. He’d been a little worried, standing in his dad and Pop’s colossal kitchen, that she’d feel lost and alone. Instead, it felt right, seeing the smile on her face, as sweet as the first rays of the sun on a spring morning. All night, Bradley felt his parent’s presence on the ocean breeze. He’d felt their approval, their joy as the wet, salt-laden breeze brushed over his skin.

His heart had lurched painfully when Tinkerbell asked him why he’d aimed words meant to hurt like a shrapnel-filled bomb the night he met her. He’d been less than eloquent, stumblingly explaining his feelings and his fears, trying to distill the rage in his chest, crouching like a disgruntled, hastily awoken hibernating bear. She’d let him chatter on, unblinkingly serious, reminding him of a museum statue, an eldritch being carved from the stone with a brow furrowed in thought. She’d forgiven him just as easily as breathing, too. It was an easy forgiveness made a hard pill to swallow. Bradley’s not sure he deserves it.

There will never be anything but forgiveness between us, darling.

Standing in his small apartment on base, as the morning sun slants in through the windows, weak and watery through clouds, Bradley’s only got Tinkerbell on his mind. Her words resound through his mind, coupled with the resolute look on her face. She said the words like they were facts like she’d be a fool to do anything other than forgive him. Her easy agreement to a date shocked him, too. That his soul would be so easy to trust him when he’d never shown her a reason to? 

It makes his decision of a place to take his soulmate on their date even more important. Maybe he’s putting too much pressure on himself. This is just a first date, after all. He’s been on hundreds of first dates before. But this isn’t just any other first date. This is the last first date of his life, and hers, if he’s got anything to say about it. This is the last opportunity to make a good impression on his soulmate. After so long being antagonistic, Bradley’s sure there’s no way he could make a worse impression than he has in the months since Tink came to North Island. But he can make an effort.

If he had the time to plan a bit more, he could have made reservations. But there isn’t time. There are only hours. How can he make today special? Dinner at a restaurant would be ideal. But every place he calls has been booked for months. He’d tried texting Nat, hoping his best friend would have an enlightening idea. The response he got back is less than ideal: I’m sure she’ll like any place you take her, Roo. He’s driving himself crazy, mind running in circles. Pent-up energy crawls through his veins, and the more he thinks, the less he wants to. 

Maybe getting out of the house will help? He’s out of the house before he can think, sneakers tied tight as he pushes through the humid air. His lungs burn far sooner than they would have before the accident, twinging in concert with his weakened muscles. He’s got his crutches jammed under his armpits, walking in a slow, wobbly cadence in the sand. It’s as he’s stumbling up the steps to the boardwalk that he sees the flyer. It’s not special by any means, but it should be fun, something Tinkerbell will adore.

The nerves are still crawling up his spine a few hours later when he’s standing on the stoop of the address Tinkerbell texted him last night, facing her green door. He rings the doorbell in a burst of confidence, holding a bouquet in his sweating, clammy hand. The flowers were the first thing he’d ordered when he got back to his quarters, asking if the florist could make something to denote his love and an apology. The resulting arrangement of purple-blue asters, bluebells, white tulips, baby’s breath, and green myrtle is what he’s cradling in his hands. There’s a note included in the bright white butcher’s paper wrapping, asking her to look up the meaning of the flowers. Bradley wants his soul to know what he’s saying, especially since he’s not sure he can say the words without making a fool of himself.

When the door opens, he swears his heart skips a beat. His jaw drops and he couldn’t keep his eyes off his soul if he tried. She’s wearing shorts and a flowy top. Her hair is in a braid, a signature look of hers, and all he wants to do is bury his fingers in the lush strands. He needs to know if she smells like oranges because of her perfume or because of her shampoo. Tinkerbell is just as awestruck and silent, which makes him preen over his choice of a white button-down and dark jeans. He blinks a bit more and then practically shoves the bouquet into her face.

Her nose scrunches as she laughs, her mirth making him chuckle too.

“Let me put these in water, Bradley.” She steps back and tugs him in with one delicate hand on his forearm. 

“You look a little nervous, Roo.” Her voice is teasing.

“Well, can you blame me? When I’m taking a girl out who looks as good as you do right now?”

Tinkerbell’s steady hands nearly fumble as she’s filling the vase up. He’s content to watch, drinking in the sight of her moving in her kitchen. His mind is filled with visions of sleepy mornings with Tink puttering about in the kitchen, with him draped over her back, of cooking dinner together, of kissing her skin as she smacks his knuckles when he tries to steal a taste. It’s a dream he’s still not sure he’s going to get to have.

When she turns around and chirps, “All Done!” in that upbeat tone, he pulls her into his arms. He’s been barely an arm’s length away from her since she opened the door, and in that moment, even the short distance feels like it’s too far from his soulmate. She smells even more like oranges in his arms, the scent blending with his favorite cologne, sandalwood, and citrus blending in the air like they were meant to. 

“C’mon gorgeous. I promised you a date.” 

Her hand finds his as she locks the door behind her and follows him out to the Bronco. He opens the door for her, just as he did last night, and is enraptured again at the sight of his soulmate marveling at his car. 

“I love this car.” The words spill out of her voice in a near moan as he starts the Bronco with a rumble of the engine.

The entire drive, he has to force himself to pay attention to the words she’s saying and respond to them like he’s supposed to. She’s talking about his car, asking when he got it, where he got it, and how he’s taking care of it. It’s difficult when all he wants to do is bury his face between her thighs until she’s moaning over him instead of his car. Tonight’s going to be torture. The way her eyes light up and she bounces in the seat when they pull into their parking spot half an hour later just cements his feelings. The only parking spot he found was up at the top of a hill near a big tree. Down below is a sea of cars, shining chrome and polished finishes glinting in the sun.

“Are we at a car show, Bradley?” 

He has to thank his lucky stars for the body of the Bronco, hiding his embarrassing, unexpected hard-on at the sight of her excitement as he gets out of the car and opens Tink’s door for her. His futile attempts at calming down don’t help, though, because he’s met with an armful of his excited soul the minute the door opens. He feels like he’s drowning in the scent and heat of Tinkerbell as she yanks him into a messy, filthy, wet kiss. Her hands slide through his hair, short, blunt nails raking over his scalp as he drags her closer than is decent.

When he pulls away, she’s breathing heavily, eyes glazed, and skin hot to the touch. He’s not much better. His dick is rock-hard and aching. All he wants is to whisk her away and make her scream his name, a feeling intensified by the kiss they shared and the whimper leaving her kiss-slicked lips. 

We’re taking this slow, we’re taking this slow. It’s a mantra his brain is quickly grinding into dust from over-utterance, a mantra that is not helping the situation he’s encountering. But he has to get himself in check. This is his soulmate. It’s high time he makes a good impression.

“Yeah, Tink. We’re at the car show.” 

Bradley has to grin, chuckling a little bit under his breath, as he gets hugged again in a mess of orange-scented hair and warmth. She’s practically bouncing once he pays for their tickets, dragging him in her wake as they flit from car to car. Tinkerbell’s in her element, soaking up every crumb of information from the owners as they show off their cars. Her eyes are wide and child-like in joy as she oohs and aahs over the vehicles.

Three hours later, the sun has set over San Diego. Bradley has his crutches jammed securely under his armpits, and Tink’s bought a commemorative tote bag stuffed with merchandise. His cheeks hurt from smiling so much, and Tinkerbell’s rumpled and gorgeous, her hair escaping from her neat braid as the afternoon passed by in a blur of shining metal and exhaust fumes.

Tinkerbell is also holding a bag containing their dinner in one hand and a carrier with drinks in the other. He'd offered to take something from her, but his firecracker soul just glared at him until he backed down. The bounce in her steps still hasn’t faded away. Some of her boundless enthusiasm gives way to exhaustion when she’s sitting on the picnic blanket he pulls out of the trunk of the Bronco. The grass is fragrant and warm, and they’re far from the only couple to have the idea of a picnic underneath the stars.

“I don’t know how you did this, Bradley, but today has been perfect.”

Her eyes seem to reflect the stars as they take in the vista. 

“Yeah?” Bradley’s tongue tied at the look on her face. “I wasn’t sure what you’d like to do today.”

His voice is raspy and low as he whispers the words into his soulmate’s ears.

“I loved today, Bradley.” She curls into his side like she was meant to be there. “A car show? You spent hours today listening to me talk about cars, Bradley. Hours.”

“Of course I did. I picked this place because of that cherry red convertible you drive to base.” He presses a kiss against her temple as he hands her a fork. “C’mon, start eating, pretty. I’m starving, and I know you have to be, considering how you’ve been bouncing around in excitement all afternoon.”

He waits until she’s placed a forkful in her mouth before continuing. It might be a little bit sneaky and underhanded, but there are a few more things Bradley needs to tell his soulmate.

“I never thought I’d have this.” Her brow furrows at the words, eyes widening even as she chews and swallows. “I never thought I’d deserve to have this with my soulmate.”

“Why is that?” After a day spent with a wildly curious Tinkerbell, Bradley can tell when she’s got more questions than answers.

“Bradshaws don’t spend very long with their soulmates, or well, not in recent memory.” As always happens when he’s talking about his mom and dad, Bradley feels the pit yawning in his stomach, and his throat close up as his grief threatens to yank him under again. His heart stutters in its steady beat when Tinkerbell crawls into his lap. With her head over his heart and her arms curled around his back, he feels stronger than ever.

“My dad was younger than I was when he passed away. 24. He was 24 years old.” Tink presses kisses across his face, seemingly content to stay in his lap. “I barely remember him. I don’t know how to treat a soulmate, I don’t know how to make you happy, how to keep you happy.”

“What makes you think I know how to make my soulmate happy, either?” Her quiet question is so at odds with her bubbly, confident personality that Bradley isn’t sure how to respond. “I- I want to make you happy. I want to love you.”

“But I don’t know how to.” It’s a bold statement, spiraling out into the night air. Bradley can see the pain, the worry creasing her face. Her brow is furrowed as her big brain analyzes his words.

“Shhhh.” He tries to smooth the furrows away with his fingers, a gentle caress cupping her cheek. “I don’t mean to worry you. Sweetheart, this is a promise.”

“I promise I’m going to take care of you. I promise to love you, to make you happy. No matter what happens, even if I die tomorrow, I never want you to doubt that I love you.”

This time, Bradley can’t figure out who starts the kiss. It feels like he’s free-falling, synapses firing behind his eyes in starbursts of color and zaps of electricity. Tinkerbell’s warm and solid in his arms, moans slipping out of her mouth as he traces kisses down the firm, supple skin of her neck. Goosebumps rise up across her skin as his mustache rasps over sensitive flesh. He steals the opportunity to suck a hickey against her breast, slipping the neckline of her blouse down until he can smell more of that delectable orange scent emanating from her flushed skin. When he captures her lips again, he swallows the sweetest sigh. 

Her lips are spit-slicked and puffy. “You’re not dying on me so soon, Bradshaw.” Her voice is breathy and soft as she settles back down on the blanket, toying with the fork in her meal.

“Oh yeah?” His question, coupled with how he starts to scarf down his own meal, prompts Tink to eat too. For several minutes, only the rustling of the leaves in the tree above them punctuates the silence. 

“Yeah.” Tink’s smile is soft as she looks up at the sky. “I have plans to grow old with you.”

Once again, his soulmate takes him by surprise. She’s planned a life with him. She wants to spend her life with him.

“So what do those plans entail?” Bradley needs to know, watching as Tinkerbell’s eyes flutter as she sets her bowl to the side and sips on the bottle of ridiculously overpriced sparkling water she’d ordered.

“You and me, mostly.” She murmurs, tipping her head up to watch how the colors mingle in a riotous mix of red, yellow, indigo, and violet. “But also so much laughter and love.”

Her voice is quiet as she lays down on the blanket, eyes reflecting the skies above. “Maybe a family?”

The grass is cold and damp under the blanket as Bradley settles down next to his soul. She’s got her right arm under her head, eyes wide and wondering as her face is illuminated by the silvery light of the moon.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it, Bradley?” She’s still looking up at the stars, shivering as the cool ocean breeze drifts across her skin, illuminated in the silvery light of the moon.

“Yeah, it is.” Bradley is not looking at the stars. He’s only looking at Tinkerbell. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees her lips part as she gasps up at the vista.

The night is quiet and still around them as they chat with each other, their voices barely loud enough to be heard over the rustling of the leaves. It doesn’t bother Bradley. Nor does it bother his soulmate. In fleeting moments, he marvels at their positions. As the night deepens around them, Tinkerbell moves closer, hands against his chest, head pillowed against his bicep. In the dark, all he can see is her silhouette, smell her orangey perfume and feel the heat of her skin against him. Even lying on the hard ground, he feels more at home than he's felt in a long time.

Bradley wakes up to weak, watery sunlight and fat raindrops splattering across his face. Tinkerbell’s still fast asleep, her face buried in his chest, her weight more comforting than a weighted blanket as her limbs entangle with his own.

“Hey, Tink.” Her nose wrinkles as she clutches tighter to his shirt and nuzzles even further into his chest.

“C'mon, sweetheart. It's 7 A.M. We have work today.”

Her head jolts up so fast it nearly impacts his chin.

“Shit!” Braley's not sure he’s ever heard Tinkerbell curse before. Now all he wants to do is hear her curse some more.

She's mussed and indescribably gorgeous as she chivvies him up off the blanket and into the Bronco. 

“I'll get you home in no time, Sweetheart.”

Tinkerbell’s smile is like the sun filtering through rain clouds, golden and gorgeous. “Are you going to kiss me at the door, too, Bradshaw?”

That's exactly what Bradley does. He presses his soul up against her dark green door and kisses her until her lips are swollen and her eyes are lidded. She whines, quiet and strung out when he pulls away.

“I'd come join you in the shower, Sweets, but we need you clean, not dirty before work today. It'll also make us both late. I don’t think we need any more demerits after the past few months.” 

Her laugh curls warm in his chest. “We really don't, Bradley.” With a snick, that pretty green door opens and his soulmate leaves him with that heart stoppingly sweet grin.

They're both a little late on base that morning. Commander Grayson glares when he sees Tinkerbell walk in, Bradley following behind her like a lost puppy. Mav just sighs and orders Bradley to do a hundred pushups as Tinkerbell giggles. In the grand scheme of things, there are worse things he'd do for his soulmate than one hundred pushups. His arms hurt like hell that night though. 

Yeah. 

He didn’t regret it one bit. 

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[cardismantlers]

Cash for trucks Wreckers Garden City 3207 #Garden City #3207 #Victoria #Australia https://www.cardismantlers.com.au/garden-city/

[lonestarflight]

Cancelled Missions: Gemini Saturn V

-Concept Art, however this has a typo, as this is clearly the Saturn V.

"American manned lunar orbiter. In l LP late 1964 McDonnell, in addition to a Saturn IB-boosted circumlunar Gemini, McDonnell proposed a lunar-orbit version of Gemini to comprehensively scout the Apollo landing zones prior to the first Apollo missions.

Status: Design 1964. Gross mass: 11,182 kg (24,652 lb).

The lunar orbit version required an Agena stage to provide the delta-V for lunar orbit insertion and trans earth injection. The 1.52 m-diameter Agena was enclosed in an inverted conical fairing to both transmit thrust loads to the Gemini and provide thermal protection during the coast to the moon.

Alternatively, a propulsion module based on a repackaged Apollo Service Module propulsion system, as had been proposed two years earlier for a lunar-landing version of Gemini, could be used. This raised the translunar injection mass of the spacecraft to 11,182 kg, well above the capability of a Saturn IB or Titan III-C, but only a quarter that of a Saturn V. The launch vehicle was unspecified, but could only have been a Saturn V used on an early test mission. The mission profile would have involved a 68 hour flight from low earth orbit to lunar orbit, a 24 hour lunar mapping mission in a 10 nm x 80 nm lunar orbit, and a 68 hour return flight. The scientific equipment would consist of a modest camera array installed in the nose of the spacecraft. This consisted of a long focal-length telescope, to which were attached two narrow-field stereo mapping cameras, a wide field mapping camera, a panoramic camera, and two 16 mm film cameras. The film was not accessible by the astronauts, being stored in a film vault shielded against radiation in the nose of the spacecraft. The camera compartment would protrude from the stub nose of the Gemini after parachute deployment.

The manned portion was the same as the circumlunar version, a modified earth-orbit Gemini. The aft modules would be retained, but with the retrorockets removed. The retro module space would be used to install Apollo-type lunar distance communications, navigation, and test equipment. Deployable DSIF omni-directional and parabolic antennae would deploy from the aft modules to support lunar-distance communications. To handle re-entry from lunar distances, several modifications were necessary. The capsule's heat shield would be beefed up, and the Rene 41 corrugated shingles of Gemini's skin would be replaced with ablative shingles. The load of attitude control propellant for the capsule's reaction control system was substantially increased. Additional strap-down gyros and solar sensor packages would be added to provide navigation system redundancy. The ejection seats would be deleted and a Mercury-style launch escape tower added. The then-planned Rogallo wing recovery system would be used to glide to the Gemini to a runway landing on US territory after return from the moon. To handle the scientific payload, a camera compartment was added to the nose below the parachute/Rogallo wing housing. The Gemini spacecraft modified in this way had on on-orbit mass of 3955 kg as compared to the 3207 kg of the earth-orbit version.

Crew Size: 2. Habitable Volume: 2.55 m3."

-information from Astronautix.com: link

source, source, source

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on the honeybee front, if i remember correctly their presence is associated with reduced foraging success in the western bumblebee (bombus occidentalis) in california which has the knock-on effect of changing task allocation and thus reproductive success (doi 10.1890/02-0626).

also they're probably mostly responsible for the spread and pollination of an invasive legume in tasmania (issn 0006-3207. the doi was too long to bother copying down from zotero) and i think they've been implicated in several other invasive plants' reproductive success in australia. but i could be making that up

also on a tangent i think it's weird how people say mellifera are nicer than wasps because they don't sting multiple times. they have a barbed stinger which sticks in vertebrate skin, rips out their guts with it, and has its own ganglion dedicated to pumping as much venom in as possible. compared to wasps just having a couple light stabs i would think the average person would prefer the latter

thanks!! useful to know. and yeah I forget where I posted it on here but I’ve talked before about how honey production and large colony size is associated with really painful nasty stings, often accomplished through barbed/self sacrificial stings, in both bees and wasps (Polybia, Brachygastra, Synoeca). most solitary stinging bees/wasps are just a “hey let go of me” warning to big vertebrates like us