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“This drawing, prepared by the NASA-Marshall Space Flight Center, shows meteoroid detection panels being deployed (1) on a Saturn-launched satellite, in the folded position aboard the launch vehicle (2), unfolding (3). Unfolded the panels (4) have a wingspan of about 100 feet. The presence of tiny particles in space will be recorded as they collide with the wing skin sensor.”
Date: 1963
The three Pegasus satellites launched on SA-8 (AS-103), SA-9 (AS-104) and SA-10 (AS-105).
Mike Acs's Collection: 63-Meteoroid Satellite-2
#AS-103#SA-8#Pegasus 1#AS-104#SA-9#Pegasus 2#AS-105#SA-10#Saturn I#Saturn I Block II#Boilerplate#Pegasus 3#Rocket#NASA#Apollo Program#S-IV#diagram#infographic
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https://youtu.be/TnHcNHXBrT0
New chick the link video!
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The trigger warnings still did not prepare me for how much this show wrecked me 🥲
#10/10#but emotionally as a SA survivor myself I don’t think I could stomach ever watching again#baby reindeer#Richard gadd
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ok i found it
#ffxiv#fandaniel#zenos yae galvus#asahi sas brutus#in 2022 i was a freak and drew like 10 separate comics in one photoshop file so finding anything now is a herculean task
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It’s always “I’m sure she didn’t mean anything by it” and never “I’m sorry that happened to you”
#she was 10 and I was 6#she told her stepmother what she did#not out of guilt though. she was proud#her stepmother did nothing. just said she didn’t care#I am angry#tw cocsa#cocsa survivor#cocsa vent#sa survivor#sa awareness
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Can't Help Himself (18+)
Pairing: Jason/Danny
Inspired by this wonderful piece of art I wanted to write some non-con with pit mad Jason and Danny, with some random LoA assassin holding Jason's leash.
Trigger warnings (seriously y'all); rape, vaginal penetration, degradation, manipulation, Pit mad!Jason, sexual violence, forced breeding.
This is Dead Dove
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“Keep a tight grip on the leash,” Talia said as he handed over the chain with a personable smile. “He’s very well trained but that doesn’t always help when you’re not holding the leash. I’m loathe to part with him of course, but grandfather says you have an important prisoner and Jason is an excellent guard dog~” She ran her painted nails through the young man’s black and white hair.
The masked assassin nodded, looking down at the young man at the end of the leash, he glared back with glowing green eyes, swirling with the sort of mindless rage particular to the Lazarus pits. Such people were little more than animals but they could still be useful. “I’ll take good care of him,” She assured the leader’s daughter, bowing to her before she turned to leave. When Jason was reluctant to follow Talia made a sharp hissing sound that made him flinch and follow his temporary mistress without resistance.
It was a quick walk to the cell in the depths of the league base that held one of the more interesting things they had managed to capture. “I brought you a friend, Phantom” the assassin said cruelly as she flipped on the lights.
Inside the young man with slow white hair and intelligent Lazarus green eyes hissed at the sudden light. He glared at the assassin baring too sharp teeth and snarling, he had talked a lot when he had first been brought here but when he seemed to realize it didn’t do any good he had stopped. Now he was giving everyone the silent treatment seemingly out of spite, occasionally yanking on the Lazarus treated shackles, the only things they’d found that could hold him. He was wary as he glanced down at Jason, his eyes widening slightly.
Jason too had fallen still and stopped snarling, the two men were just… staring at each other. Well that was odd. The assassin clicked her tongue and gave Jason’s leash a brief tug, reminding him who he was answering too and his purpose. He blinked and, rather than falling back into line he strained towards their captive, trying to get closer.
She hissed sharply and kicked high, bringing her foot down on the chain connected to Jason’s thick collar, using her weight to drag him down to the floor. Jason let out growling oof as he barely caught himself enough to break the fall, finally looking away from the prisoner to look at the woman now standing on his leash, keeping him down on the floor by his neck. What shocked her was the whine that Phantom let out in response. When she looked up she saw that he was also straining towards Jason, matching green eyes filled with sympathy.
“He doesn’t want to help you, you know,” She scoffed at Phantom. “The violence of the Pit runs deep in this one, he barely has enough of his mind left to know his own name. You should thank me for keeping him away from you, he probably wants to tear you apart,” she laughed only to be met by an Extra glowy glare from Phantom.
“You want him Fine,” She said, rolling her eyes and taking her foot off the chain, letting Jason get to his hands and knees. He moved towards Phantom hesitantly, expecting to be pulled back again, but this time she let him, following with a tight grip on his leash. She didn’t think the Demon Head would be pleased if he actually let a Guard Dog hurt his prize so she had to be ready to yank him back if he got too violent.
When Jason realized that he wasn’t going to be pulled back he sped up and practically pounced on Phantom who let out an oof as he was pushed down to the stone floor. Before the assassin or, it seemed, Phantom, knew what was happening Jason was scrambling at the being clothes.
“No, Don’t-” Phantom yelped, the first words he’d said in days as Jason tore Phantom’s shirt open from collar to waist like a child unwrapping a present. He lashed out to try and push Jason off but bound as he was Jason was stronger and didn’t seem to be struggling to hold Phantom down. Despite not needing to breath he gasps as Jason bears down on him, grabbing at the front of his shirt. What was interesting though was that despite looking scared and saying no Phantom was not fighting as hard as he could, wasn’t going for Jason’s throat or eyes.
“Well this is getting interesting~” She laughed, Phantom’s gaze snapped to her as if he’d forgotten she was there.
“Make him stop,” Phantom gasped and she grinned unapologetically down at him, her mouth still covered by her mask but judging by his despair he saw it in her eyes.
“No, I don’t think I will. I think I like where this is going~” She laughed. She did pull Jason back but it was not to stop Jason, but he was so mindless right now she wasn’t even sure He knew what he wanted. But she did~ When she pulled him back onto his knees she could see that his cock was rock hard and straining against the loose pants he was wearing.
This was wrong of course, but she wouldn’t be an assassin if she didn’t have a sadistic streak, or cared at all about what was right. So she was just going to have fun, and right now what that means was shoving Phantom over onto his stomach with her foot and leaning down to grab the back of his pants with one hand, yanking them down and fully ignoring his screams for her to stop.
Jason was staring, his eyes roaming over the curve of Phantom’s ass and when she yanked Danny’s hips up she saw how Jason’s pupils dilated when he got a good view of Phantom’s pussy. She planted her foot on the back of Phantom’s neck to keep him down and semi-still. “Good boy Jason,” She told Jason, talking over Phantom’s objections, knowing Jason would listen to her, the one holding his leash, like he was trained to. “Now you, take off your pants.” She ordered, and of course he obeyed though never did he take his eyes off of Phantom the entire time.
“Well, I think you know what you want, go ahead and take it~” She told Jason, pushing off of Phantom’s neck and leaning against the wall, though of course she still kept a firm grip on Jason’s leash. She'd step in if she had to, but she’d much rather just enjoy the show.
Jason hesitated for a moment, but as soon as Phantom started to pull away it broke through whatever was holding Jason back and he lurched into motion. He grabbed Phantom’s hips and yanked him back making the being yelp. Jason leaned down, his nose was nearly pressed into Phantom’s pussy as he breathed deeply, scenting the other as Phantom whimpered his protest.
“You might as well shut up again Phantom. He only listens to the one holding his leash,” She mocked. Not that Jason seemed to be listening to her very much right now, whatever innate instinct to breed Phantom seemed to be overwriting just about everything else. “Besides it looks like he just can’t help himself.”
Jason ran his tongue over Danny’s pussy, a long sweep from his clit to his taint making him gasp and shudder. Jason did it again and Danny yanked against his chains, trying to cover his mouth but coming up just shy. “Jason Stop!” He pleaded but was completely ignored, just as she had warned him he would be.
Jason growled and pushed deeper, his tongue disappearing inside the boy’s cunt. It was only a little disappointing to see Phantom bite his lip to silence himself, less so as she watched green blood drip down his chin from where his fangs had sunk into his own lip. Behind him Jason’s growl slowly morphed into a purr before he pulled back. His dick was an attractively desperate shade of pink as he adjusted his grip on Phantom’s hips and then ground against his ass.
Phantom yowled like a furious cat and thrashed, but chained and pinned as he was there was nowhere for him to go as Jason wrestled his legs apart. Danny fought, until with one quick, clumsy thrust Jason forced his way into the pale being body. Pinned and penetrated Phantom finally fell still with a keen that would have been heartbreaking, had anyone who was listening been sympathetically inclined.
She cackled and yanked on Jason’s leash, dragging him further over Phantom, further into his unwilling pussy. Jason’s face was read, his strong back covered in a thin sheen of sweat and his eyes glowing more intensely than ever before, fixed down on the object of his unwanted affections.
He pulled out and pushed back in and Phantom yelped and shuddered, clawed fingers digging into the very stone beneath him as Jason wasted no time in fucking him. He looked up at her with hatred in his eyes that… if she was honest scared her a little. His gaze seemed to promise that the second he got out of these shackles she would pay, but she didn’t show that fear of course.
“Don’t look at me that way~ I’m not the one fucking you,” She mocked him and he gave a broken snarl before spitting blood at her feet. Huh he must have bitten his tongue at some point.
Jason’s eyes slid closed, his breathing coming in shallow moans and keens as he rutted into Phantom’s body with reckless abandon, uncaring and eager. He found some sort of rhythm, his moans and the sound of flesh on flesh the only sounds in the cell. Phantom had bitten his lip again, his eyes closed tightly and his fists clenched so quickly she could see the blood where his claws were digging into his own palms.
Jason’s moans took on a new breathy tone as he lost track of his rhythm, bucking his hips in frantic shallow thrusts until he came. She knew he must have because Phantom wailed so loudly she knew it would be ringing in her ears for days.
Jason let go abruptly and Phantom collapsed to the floor, curling up in a ball and hugging himself tightly. “Wonderful performance everyone,” She laughed pulling Jason away. “But I don’t think you’ll be a good guard for him after all Jason. Sort yourself out. I’ll take you back to Talia and find someone who won’t fuck the prisoner.”
#dc x dp#jason todd#danny phantom#dead on main#I'm not really planning on writing any more#but Jason won't remember this when he regains his mind#10 months later Danny will show up at the Waynes doorstep begging for help#With Jason's daughter#Insisting it wasn't Jason's fault#he didn't know what he was doing#That's how they find out he's alive#Also here it takes jason longer to regain his mind so he is of age#tw sa#tw assault#tw sex assault
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im baffled about how so many people are suddenly shitting on transmascs for having the audacity to label our discrimination and making fun of terms like transandophobia and mocking us for talking about transmasc-specific issues and discrimination (which is a documented thing! and we have different factors intersect with our oppression than tma folks have intersecting with transmisogyny! and NOONE is saying that transandrophobia existing makes it worse than transmisogyny either!)
like what do you want us to do? are we just supposed to shut up and take it because us being afab means our problems are "lesser"? are we supposed to say that every other trans person has it worse so we can't talk about it anymore? what is the proposed solution here? mocking transmascs and harassing them and sending horrific anons to them isn't exactly a solid answer.
i genuinely truly don't understand why people are so upset about this and why it's such a big deal for us to label our experiences and talk about it when everyone was falling all over themselves to adopt new phrases when the terms transmisogyny and tma/tme started gaining traction. it's gross and weird. we're all siblings in the same fight here, infighting is pointless and a waste of energy. why are we trying to to beat each other down when this energy would be, y'know, actually progressive punching up and fighting the oppressive structures CAUSING these issues instead?
#this isn't the oppression olympics!!!!! y'all are acting likw fucking children#this is the kind of discourse i wouldve expected on here 10 years ago#and i genuinely do not understand why so many people are SO passionate about this and refuse to explain why?#like genuinely. autistically. if it's legitimately actively actually harmful i wanna know#but noone has any compelling arguments besides ''silly girl doesn't understand opwession uwu''#i've seen people call transmascs princess and talk about SAing them over this bullshit#do none of you see what you're doing? do none of you care how you sound?#i need to purge my following list tbqh#this is ridiculous#rant#transandrophobia#transandrophobia cw#discourse#ask to tag#be fucking normal about this post please im actually confused and not trying to start a fight
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Sometimes i read cod fanfic and it becomes abundantly clear to me that none of you know what the SAS is…
#that shits not like the regular army#just fyi#sas#lmao#cod#call of duty#cod mw2#cod modern warfare#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#captain john price#kyle gaz garrick#task force 141#philip graves#konig cod#alejandro vargas#rudy parra#video games#british army#special forces#i’m gonna need you all to watch some royal navy adverts#anyway#most fics are still 10/10#it’s just funny
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Pegasus satellite housed inside the adapted service module of the Saturn I Block II (SA-8 through SA-10). Metroid Technology Satellite Mission
Date: 1963
NASA Doc: link, link
#AS-104#SA-8#AS-103#SA-9#AS-105#SA-10#Saturn I#Saturn I Block II#Pegasus 1#Pegasus 2#Pegasus3#Rocket#NASA#Apollo Program#infographic#cutaway#cross section#1963#Metroid Technology Satellite Mission#my post
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The only reason why Sarada exists is bc of artificial insemination. No I will not be elaborating.
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why do you not like ralmon ? :'D not judging just curious
i do like ralmon, i just like it platonically!
it’s a really dumb reason but i read a really disgusting fic a while ago where seeing the ship would have me break out in cold sweats bcs of the contents of the fic and things that have happened to me!
i basically associated the fic/ship with my sa trauma
i’m okay n o w though, and i enjoy seeing and interacting with the ship, it just isn’t my cup of tea so i won’t create content for it beyond platonic! no shade to anyone who ships it, i just see it as simon wasn’t in love with ralph, but harboured admiration for ralph and he wanted to be ralph! less romance more best friend vibes
thanks for asking :333 🫶🫶!!!!!
#lotf#lord of the flies#anon#anonymous#sorry if this sounds bad#i slept 4 hours and have been on 10 hours of plane rides#mail!!#tw sa mention#briefly
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Attacher trop d’importance à l’avis des autres, c’est leur donner du pouvoir sur ta vie, c’est mettre en danger ta liberté, cette liberté qui n’appartient qu’à toi, car toi, et toi seul, as le droit de décider de ce que tu fais et feras de ton existence…
V. H. SCORP
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*people shouting in the streets* MATH NERD!! MATH NERD!! MATH NERD!! MATH NERD!! MATH NERD!!
Give the people what they want!
- @neilimfinejosten
WIP Wednesday - 10/18/23 (Closed) | Math Nerd AU
Andrew's tired of this whoel song and dance in an instant.
"Cass what do you want?" he asks just wanting this all to be over holding a hand up to silence Neil. Neil's mouth audibly clicks shut. "Say it and leave." he looks at her.
He watches her face shift from tightly controlled anger to one that he knew was going to be uncomfortable. "Drake was a good brother to you Andrew, won't you please testify that those other kids a-are just...they're just lying! They have to be. Drake never ever touched any of them or you." Cass asks pleadingly.
"Drake was a monster." Andrew says, "He didn't touch me because he didn't get the opportunity to touch me." he says and tries to ignore the quiet table, "Since I had a friend who looked out for me." he says.
#Is it you#Are you the people#;)#Math Nerd AU#Andreil#Cass Spears#Luther Hemmick#Drake Spears#Drake Spears Mention#Math Nerd - Thanksgiving - 36#10-18-23 WIP Wednesday#WIP Wednesday Ask Game#10#TW: SA Mention#TW: CSA Mention
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June of Doom Day 2, 10, 13, 24, 29
“It didn’t have to be this way.” | Made to Watch | “Can you hear me?” | Fear | Adrenaline | Blankets | Delirium
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Contains: gore, death, blood, magic side effects (nosebleed, coughing up blood, collapse), blurred lines between reality and unreality, heavy insinuation of noncon/SA, past character death/minor whump
WC: 870
Threads of sorrow and screams
Dreams took him, but the seer couldn’t tell if they were sleeping or waking visions. It mattered little; they hurt the same. They wove the same horrors, threads of sorrow and screams spun into ghastly tapestries.
He watched, cowering, as the room that was his prison became the dreamscape, bringing with it a figure from his darkest nightmares.
His brother.
No, he thought. Not today. Not when their sister was suffering unknown torments, too. Not after the prince had so gloatingly admitted what he’d done, yet left enough mystery to the details that the seer knew his mind and conscience could never, ever rest.
Please, no, the seer pleaded, but of course, it was just a vision, and of course, he had no voice.
The spectral child—frozen in time within a round, rosy body, eight or nine years old—met his gaze. The seer fell backwards in horror, tripping over his chain. It saw. It knew.
Darkness, darkness, sucking him in deeper, devouring him, his soul, his entire being. Rushing, wailing wind. Seething, heaving breaths. Running footsteps. Shrill screams, the harrowing cries of someone in unimaginable agony.
Stop! he wanted to roar. Stop, please!
It never did, never, never, no matter how he yearned for escape.
His silent pleas became a voice, but the voice was not his.
“Please, stop, please! You don’t have to do this!”
His brother at his side. Older now. Seventeen. Cold, dead. A decaying corpse.
Not his voice.
“Please, please, don’t! Don’t! I—”
The seer clapped his hands over his ears. Loud, too loud. He didn’t want this. He’d never wanted this.
It didn’t have to be this way, said his brother, as wordless as he, yet his meaning dug into the seer like fanged worms, burrowing deep.
Light. Blinding. Piercing. A bed with bloodied blankets.
Red. Silk. A thud, a slap, a groan.
You did this to me. His own thoughts, never spoken. Haunting him, surrounding him, drowning him. You did this to me.
It didn’t have to be this way.
His sister sobbed, and his brother’s throat tore open, gushing blood.
You did this to me. His brother, seventeen and broken and bleeding and dead. His sister, weeping and broken and bleeding and—
The seer turned away, sobs still echoing all around him, but the vision endured. He waded through a scarlet puddle, bare soles burnt as if by acid, by poison. He stumbled, hit the floor, coated his hands in blood.
The man he’d seen before, the northerner. Bested, caught: a fly in a spider’s web, struggling valiantly but in vain against his bonds. Sweat soaked his hair and tunic; his wrists streamed crimson from fraying skin; ropes bound him fast. He called for help, but he, too, was silenced.
Drowned out by those ear-splitting screams.
The man’s struggles intensified. Just as he paused for a gasping, laboured breath, the chair’s balance tipped, and he fell.
The seer reached out his dripping fingers as if he might right the chair or loosen the ropes. As if he might do anything.
The man flinched as if scalded—as if he’d somehow felt the brush of ghostly fingers over his bound hands.
The seer was whisked away again, leaving the northerner to his fate.
You did this. You did this. You did this.
His sister’s cries grew silent.
No.
No—
A window, a roar of frustration, a moonlit night. The seer fell to his knees, despairing. Such a power, such a gift, and when it mattered the most, it was useless.
“Idiot! Sneaking off like that! I’ll have his hide when he gets back!”
The seer staggered toward the glass. A man, unmistakably furious, pacing anxiously. Concern written on his features in strokes of candlelight.
Blood stained the floor within, soaking in the ooze of his brother’s slashed throat. Red footprints, a trail of gore smeared over old wooden floorboards. Tainted. Cursed.
It didn’t have to be this way.
A fresh scream in the night, muffled and terrified. The fleshy slap of skin against skin.
It doesn’t have to be this way.
He’d never wanted this. In all his anger, in all his rage, in all his hatred—he’d never wanted any of this. Sobbing, he slammed his fist against the glass.
It shattered.
The man inside leapt away from the explosion of glass shards, startled and astonished. The seer gaped down at his hand, bleeding now, littered with cuts.
Did I . . . ?
When he peered inside again, both his brother and the man had their gazes fixed on him.
Did they hear . . . ?
Can they see . . . ?
Baring red-stained teeth, with blood bubbling over bruised, greying lips, his brother smiled.
The seer gasped awake, sprawled on the floor of his room, chain tangled around both legs as if he’d been writhing violently in his sleep. He coughed, panicking, clawing at his throat with bleeding fingers. Droplets of red sprayed from his mouth with each cough. Heavy wetness flowed from his nose again.
How did I . . . ?
Desperation, adrenaline, imagination, or madness? He didn’t know.
Certain his throat was torn apart, certain he was about to die, the seer let his eyes close and his body fall.
Somewhere beyond his prison, a shrill scream strangled into terrified, deathly silence.
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11/10/24
#11/10/24#photography#nature#greenery#trees#flora#australia#so pretty#aesthetic#original photography#mobile photography#my photography#adelaide sa#australia sa#photographer#amateur photography#ogerponpropaganda
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Do you guys see the vision yet or
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