#asteroid strike

[empress-violetlight]

A natural disaster of the type not seen in the civilised galaxy in millennia has stuck the Outer Rim planet of Honoghr. A very large asteroid has struck the planet without warning. Initial reports indicate that all higher lifeforms on the surface at the time of impact – including the indigenous sapient species, the Noghri – have been completely wiped out.

Stent watched as the visual changed from the annoyingly-happy Core world human female giving the report, to footage of the planet itself:

The asteroid, hurdling towards the planet, several ships in its path trying, and some failing, to get out of its way.

Its plunge into the atmosphere, reaching the surface in mere seconds, the asteroid itself vapourizing upon impact.

A bright, white bubble of energy emerged from the surface of the planet, ejecta shooting into space like fireworks, the planet itself shuddered from its off-the-scale earthquakes. Smaller circles of light appear on the far side as the impact awakens volcanoes a planetary diameter away.

The barren, greenish oceans rising up, tsunamis over a kilometre high battering the coastlines of the single continent.

The sickly purple landscape turning magma red, as ejecta re-entered the atmosphere, firestorms igniting across the meager plains, the air itself burning like an oven.

Footage from the surface right before the shockwave hit, the primitive dwellings of the Noghri incinerated, before the holocamera joined them.

The ash cloud spreading over the planet, covering it in a black, sooty blanket, an impact winter destined to last for decades.

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That's what Thrawn's wife did for him. "Kill for you" only begins to describe it.

actually the best ship dynamic is i would kill for you. i would kill anyone who layed a hand on you. please let me kill for you. please let me show my devotion by dirtying my hands, it's the only way i know how. let me destroy anything that hurts you. i've hurt you too. i'm destroying myself.

[etchedstars]

the internet isnt enough i need to appear in my mutuals rooms and gossip while hanging upside down off their beds

[world-store]

House-sized asteroid hurtling towards Earth for close approach, NASA reveals

With its advanced tech such as the NEOWISE telescope, Atacama Large Millimeter/submillimeter Array (ALMA), Pans-STARRS1 and Catalina Sky Survey, NASA has revealed details about an asteroid that will come close to Earth. An asteroid, given the designation of Asteroid 2023 TC1, is on its way towards Earth and could make its closest approach to the planet today, October 13. NASA has tracked this…

[maeamian]

God comets are so fucking wild, real edge cases in the eccentricity game and it results in shit like them being the brightest thing in the night sky for like two weeks before fucking off to never be seen again by anyone who was alive for the first go

[pedroam-bang]

“Sir, sir! I've isolated the reverse power flux coupling.” “Thank you. Thank you very much.” “You're perfectly welcome, sir.”

Star Wars: Episode V - The Empire Strikes Back (1980)

[spockvarietyhour]

302 asteroid tow, "First Strike"

[novafire-is-thinking]

nono tell us the angst i wanna hear it

You asked. You are receiving :)

Rodimus never liked looking back much, but here he found himself, scrolling through old photos in the dark of his room. For some reason, the cracks on his phone screen seemed worse than before. He’d never bothered with repairs, as the device had continued working just fine. It wasn’t like he could afford to get it fixed anyway. The last few years hadn’t been kind, and the future didn’t look much better, which was probably why he was willing to look backwards to get a taste of better times.

When he made it back far enough to the moments he captured during the Lost Light adventure— his Lost Light adventure, he lingered on each one a little longer than the last.

A group pic of the entire medical crew, including that Decepticon mechanic— what was her name? Nickel?

A video of Drift getting his ass kicked by Cyclonus in a duel.

Magnus in the supersized armor Brainstorm had slapped together for the showdown with the DJD.

Soon, Rodimus was tired of keeping company with nostalgia. There was no use looking back when those days and those feelings were long-gone.

He began swiping faster, not really having a goal in mind except to escape the pull of the sadness that was trying to settle inside him. Drift was better with feelings. He’d often teased Rodimus about that fact.

I miss you, Drift. My feelings felt safe when you were around. Nowadays, they just taunt me.

Familiar gray flew across the screen beneath his thumb. Rodimus swiped back until he found the source.

A small laugh escaped him. The photo was one of many selfies he’d taken during his adventure. What set it apart from the others was a camera-shy Megatron in the background, trying his best to avoid the picture by sliding his head down into his chest.

Rodimus didn’t have many photos with Megatron. It was ironic that the guy who spent most of his life in the spotlight commanding armies and not-armies turned out to hate focused attention. Then again, drawing up battle plans and bossing others around is very different from being forced to do almost nothing while having a picture taken.

That thought struck something deep inside Rodimus. He realized he understood Megatron, in this respect. They were different in many ways, but they both had trouble just being. Forward momentum was everything to both of them. Rodimus chased the thrill of the next exciting thing while Megatron had chased the thrill of power. Of conquest.

Part of him fought against the newfound revelation, but another part of him welcomed it. The sudden need to share this with Megatron rose up within him.

But reality followed closely behind.

Megatron was gone.

The trial had taken place several years ago—the exact year forgotten by Rodimus. The memory that spilled back into his consciousness first was of the crowds surrounding Raskol Arena.

The arena. That horrible, beautiful arena.

He remembered the angry crowd of bots, many of whom were holding signs stained with their own energon. The message was clear. Decepticons blamed Megatron for leading them down a path with nothing but pain to show for it while the Autobots blamed him for that and everything else. Neutrals weren’t any less angry for their own reasons.

As usual, Rodimus had arrived late. He nearly got his head smashed in by angry spectators as he shoved his way through them to get into the stadium. Similar to last time, a limit had been placed on how many were allowed into the stadium with pre-approved individuals taking priority before regular civilians were allowed inside. This meant most of those who had come to watch were forced to stay outside, which did nothing to ease the tension.

Compared to the last attempt at a trial, security was much tighter. Rodimus had struggled to get proper clearance until Prowl intervened. He was the last bot Rodimus expected to speak on his behalf, but he was grateful. Rodimus had hoped to get information from Prowl about the planned proceedings, but the weary strategist was locked into “job mode” and wouldn’t share anything as he helped Rodimus find a spot from where he could watch without trouble.

With a sharp comment about not being late next time if he wants to get in, Prowl turned around quickly and walked off. Rodimus watched Prowl until the tips of his gold chevron disappeared into the crowd. I’ll ask someone else later, then.

The first day of proceedings went relatively smoothly. This time, it was the Galactic Council that had gathered to preside over the trial, but it was no less tense. Witnesses were called up. Heated words were exchanged. Nothing new.

Day two arrived, and Rodimus managed to show up on time, by some miracle. Drift was waiting for him. He said something about Prowl sending him to keep an eye out for a certain straggler. They both knew what he’d meant.

Drift led Rodimus to their seats. As soon as they sat down, Drift caught Rodimus up on everything Prowl had told him.

Oh, so he’ll talk to the former Decepticon, but not me?

Rodimus was glad he didn’t put much effort into trying to understand Prowl. He figured he’d probably end up driving himself crazy. But if Rodimus was honest with himself, he was glad guys like Prowl existed, despite how much he hated being around him. Rodimus knew he wouldn’t be any good in Prowl’s position as a prosecutor, especially in a trial as huge as Megatron’s.

The day was as uneventful as the first one. Besides the angry crowd outside and the occasional disruption, everyone remained relatively civil as witness after witness was called up. It was almost eerie.

Each day after that, Rodimus managed to arrive on time, and Drift was always there to meet him.

Eventually, Rodimus gave his testimony on behalf of Megatron. It was the last day of the trial, and everyone was anxious to be done with it. Rodimus was torn between wanting it to be over and dreading the end.

During a recess, Rodimus met up with Magnus, who escorted him to Megatron’s cell for what he assumed was his final visit.

To Rodimus, Megatron seemed oddly serene for someone about to be sentenced either to death or infinite imprisonment. As they talked, Rodimus guessed that, like him, Megatron had more to say, but was holding back. However, unlike Drift, he wasn’t any good at coaxing others to open up, so he let those words go unspoken.

When Ultra Magnus returned and announced that a verdict had been reached, Rodimus fell silent. He watched as Magnus and Megatron said their goodbyes and let Megatron say his final piece.

Sure, Megatron deserved much more than whatever was coming to him, but it still saddened Rodimus to hear it from his friend.

Friend.

Yes. Rodimus was finally ready to admit that, against all odds, Megatron had indeed become a friend to him. It was a bit late to accept it, but he refused to fight it this time.

Before he had a chance to say anything to Megatron, the former warlord was on his way back to the sentencing chamber with Ultra Magnus. Rodimus looked down at the broken Rodimus Star in his hand and ran his thumb over the cracks and the jagged edge where a piece was missing.

With resolve, he ran as fast as he could to join everyone else for the declaration of the final verdict. He located Drift in the frenzy of anxious spectators, and the two of them made their way to their seats.

Despite the lack of a roof, the entire place felt suffocating to Rodimus as the Galactic Council took their seats and requested that Megatron stand to his feet. Ultra Magnus rose with him.

The silence of the crowd was unnerving. Rodimus noticed Prowl and several security guards step up onto the elevated platform, closing in around Megatron and Magnus. They expected trouble.

As soon as the words “to be executed” were uttered, the silence was shattered by a deafening roar from the crowd inside the stadium and from outside its walls.

Within moments, the shouts of victory were replaced with shouts of anger and panic. Absolute chaos ensued. Rodimus looked back and registered a wave of bots pouring in. The crowd outside had broken through security forces and was pouring into the stadium at a stampede’s pace from multiple entrances, even some that had been previously closed off. Those already inside began to panic.

On instinct, Rodimus grabbed Drift and started making his way toward the middle of the stadium, as he figured that was where everyone would inevitably be pushed. It was better than possibly getting trampled, and some crazy part of him still hoped to say something—anything to Megatron one last time.

Rodimus noticed Prowl standing in front of Megatron on the elevated platform, shouting commands over comms and directing security forces to surround the two of them, Magnus, and the Galactic Council.

Nice going, Prowl. You might make my energon boil, but I’ll admit you’re pretty damn good at keeping people alive when all hell breaks loose.

Drift had no trouble keeping up with Rodimus. The two of them darted and wormed their way through the obstacle course of panicked bots. Whatever barriers were put in place did nothing to stop the frenzied mass of bodies making its way toward the middle of the stadium.

Those who had flight-capable alt modes took to the skies and escaped that way. Some with ground modes transformed, but with nowhere to go, they were pushed around or climbed over.

Rodimus abandoned himself to the rush of adrenaline surging through him. He and Drift were close to reaching the center when the crowd suddenly shifted and closed in further.

The pathway to Megatron was blocked.

Despite his best attempts, Rodimus was unable to break through. Beside him, Drift looked ready to draw both of his swords, as things were quickly going from bad to worse with bots getting trampled several rows behind them, if one could even call them rows.

Megatron and the rest of the middle group were secure within their ring of security guards, although things were getting tight there too.

A break in the crowd opened up for a split-second, allowing Rodimus and Drift to move a few feet closer to the inner circle.

Now close enough for Megatron to see him, Rodimus began waving both his hands above his head and shouting Megatron’s name. Never mind the fact that it was way too loud to hear each other speak if he did manage to get his attention. Rodimus just wanted one last something from Megatron. In all likelihood, this was the last time they’d lay eyes on each other, and Rodimus refused to let him go without a last goodbye.

Drift joined him in trying to get Megatron’s attention. The two of them had made it this far together, and Rodimus found himself smiling at how ridiculous they must look to everyone else.

Finally, Megatron noticed them. He locked eyes with Rodimus first, and then Drift.

He smiled.

Rodimus liked to think that if Megatron had been uncuffed, he would have waved back at them. Now that they’d seen each other, Rodimus and Drift stopped waving, unsure of what to do next.

The smile on Megatron’s face faded. A somber look was in its place, and he appeared to be contemplating something.

After a moment, he met Rodimus’ eyes again and shouted something.

Unable to hear above the steadily increasing panic around them, Rodimus stared at Megatron in confusion. The guards were beginning to close in further around the inner circle and pull him out of sight.

Megatron tried again, but this time, he chose not to use his voice and instead focused on mouthing the words:

Thank you.

He looked at Drift and did the same.

Before Rodimus could fully register what Megatron had said, he was out of sight. Then Prowl yelled at Soundwave over comms.

Something pierced the air—a sound so deafening it was disorienting. Everyone covered their audio receptors, doubled over in pain, or both.

It didn’t take long for bots on the outer edges to start making their way out of the stadium, gradually freeing up space inside.

Once the stadium was empty enough, the sound ceased. Using the stadium’s PA system, Prowl coldly apologized for the disturbance and asked everyone who remained to vacate the premises. Calmly.

Drift was ready to leave, but Rodimus had other plans. He waited until almost everyone had cleared out before trotting back toward the center where Prowl was. As he approached him, he noticed a piece of Prowl’s chevron was missing on the left side, probably lost during the commotion of earlier.

As soon as the strategist laid eyes on him, he scowled.

“Did Soundwave’s trick make you deaf? I told everyone to leave.”

“Oh, so that was Soundwave, was it? Not surprised you had a plan.”

Prowl scoffed. “Of course I had a plan. All those bots in one place during the biggest trial in Cybertronian history wasn’t going to end any other way.”

“Maybe not,” Rodimus replied.

They fell into an awkward silence.

Prowl shifted. “Anything else?”

“Uh, yeah. Sort of.”

Rodimus pulled out the broken Rodimus Star and held it, feeling the jagged edge again. He glanced up at Prowl.

“You should probably get that fixed,” he said, gesturing to the damaged chevron. The old red peeked out from under the gold.

Prowl lifted his hand and felt where Rodimus had pointed. “Great. It’s broken again.”

“Again?” Rodimus questioned.

“Long story. Not telling. Just get to your point, unless you’re really wasting my time by giving me aesthetic recommendations.”

Rodimus chuckled. “Same old Prowl.”

“You have no idea.”

“Yeah, I probably don’t. Anyway”—Rodimus held out the Rodimus Star to Prowl— “Thought I’d give you this.”

Prowl stared blankly at the gold star. “What is it?”

“Consider it an award for keeping people alive today.”

This earned Rodimus a glare.

“Why would I want a worthless trinket for doing my job?”

Rodimus sighed. “It’s not a ‘worthless trinket,’ Prowl. It’s something I would give to members of my crew for doing something I thought should be recognized. Something they’re good at.”

Prowl considered the explanation. “I see.”

Based on the skepticism in Prowl’s voice, Rodimus guessed he was thinking of every reason why it was ridiculous. It was a star. With Rodimus’ face on it.

He held the star up to Prowl’s face. “Just take it, okay? I don’t care if you think it’s stupid.”

Prowl took the star from Rodimus and scrutinized it.

Rodimus continued. “And don’t you dare throw it out or lose the thing somewhere. It…It means a lot to me and someone else I know.”

Once satisfied that Prowl was serious about keeping his reward, Rodimus turned to leave.

“Thank you,” came Prowl’s delayed response.

Rodimus turned around and gave Prowl a thumbs-up and a smile as he jogged back towards Drift who’d been patiently waiting for him near the exit.

Rodimus smiled sadly at the memories.

He thought about how Megatron had been taken away before he’d had a chance to respond to him.

He thought about Prowl and wondered if the guy still had that silly little star.

The photo on his phone beckoned him again. Rodimus ran the tip of his thumb over the cracked phone screen, noticing this time how the cracks over Megatron’s half-hidden face were the worst.

“You’re welcome, Megs.”

Before he could talk himself out of it, Rodimus pulled up Prowl’s old number and sent the photo to him with two words:

“You’re welcome.”

[sepdet]

Aftermath of Chicxulub impact if the dinosaur-killer asteroid strike happened today. See video description for sources of data/latest articles.

If you skim forward, be sure to check the end where it speeds up to cover longterm effects.

Ejecta means "stuff tossed out," both from the impactor and the ground.

There's a lag before the tsunamis start. I'm guessing that's because the ocean has to fill the hole in it caused by water simply vaporizing, then the 180 km wide, 20-km deep crater in the Earth's crust, before it can rebound.

The "thermal impact" chart has a heat scale on the left and a luminosity scale on the right, "radiant flux," measuring how many times brighter it is than the Sun.

See below for a key to the the earthquake intensity scale they're using, which you may have seen on "Did you feel it?" shakemaps produced by the USGS.

This simulation suggests the earthquake subsides after about half an hour (YIKES), but recent studies hint the Earth may have quivered for days, even months.

The video's caption says the earthquakes are color-coded using the MSK earthquake intensity scale, common in Europe, Russia, and the Middle East. But when I checked the links in the video description, it turned out the software they're using simulates the Modified Mercalli intensity used in the Americas.

It doesn't really matter. As you can see from the two charts below, they're basically the same.

Medvedev–Sponheuer–Karnik scale

From Wikipedia.

Modified Mercalli scale

[keycomicbooks]

The Asteroid Field Chase and Escape - Empire Strikes Back - Star Wars Episode IV. I am not a big fan of chases in movies but this one is not your regular chase. Han's skills and Leia with the Force on her side (although unaware she is strong with the Force) manage to escape these pesty Tie-Fighters and evade the highly dangerous asteroids makes this one scene one of my favorite parts in the movie and and just one of my favorite scenes of all time. #StarWars #EmpireStrikesBack #TheAsteroidBeltChase #TheForce

[perexcri]

1, 8, 15 !!

ahhhh hello overdue!! thanks for stopping by :]

1. What is a piece of symbolism in your fic?

i'll do A Flower That Resembles You for this one!!

i wrote Will's canon Mindflayer struggles as a more metaphorical issue here, mainly using descriptions of shadows and eyes piercing the back of his neck as a metaphor for everyone's favorite friend depression. instead of it being this supernatural entity to overcome, i made it a condition he becomes infected with and has to learn how to cope with and live with, which he does over the course of the fic! i was going through it when i wrote the majority of this fic and didn't even realize how bad i was doing until i started reading over the fic and was like "hey why does this sound so sound and also relatable :)"

8. Are the locations in your fic based on the real world? How accurate are they? Have you added your own locations? (e.g. town, street, building, etc)

i'll also do aftry for this one!! i based a lot of Will's experiences in his shack by the sea, the forest, and the garden with my own :D when i was in college, i lived alone in a rural area by a lake, so i often spent a lot of time outside poking around and staring at the water and the trees and the stars. all that time outside came in handy for a lot of the nature descriptions i used

15. Tell us a fun fact about your fic/wip!

ok so the thing that has consumed my soul for the past week i can't say anything about because it is a gift and i can't start posting it until next week but please humbly accept this cryptic image from a Twice music video that i've used as a little bit of inspiration

[tigerstrikesasteroidnetwork]

NY / Ryan Patrick Krueger: Documents from the Closet

Courtesy of the Artist and Rivalry Projects, Buffalo, NY

Ryan Patrick Krueger: Documents from the Closet August 5 - September 10, 2023 Opening reception: August 5, 2023, 5-8pm

Tiger Strikes Asteroid New York is pleased to present Documents from the Closet, a solo installation of work by Ryan Patrick Krueger, curated by Samantha Box. This exhibition marks Krueger’s New York City debut, and is accompanied by a curatorial text written by Mary Lee Hodgens, artist and former Assistant Director of Light Work, Syracuse.

Documents from the Closet

Mary Lee Hodgens For their ongoing project, Documents from the Closet, artist Ryan Patrick Krueger works with a personal collection of LGBTQ+ archives, vernacular photographs, and ephemera to tell a story about grief, loss, and courage. The artist weaves together two narratives, an unflinching effort to understand personal losses and identity through an exploration that begins in the historical oppression of gay men.

In the gallery, Krueger props seven-foot-tall pine boxes precariously against the walls, balanced atop piles of dirt or sand. In size and shape, the boxes feel reminiscent of monuments, gravestones, or coffins. Each box contains a history lesson: formally elegant collages of monochromatic black-and-white shapes that Krueger punctuates with flourishes of pink, red, and the bright yellow of shipping envelopes. Collage is about finding new meaning in the juxtaposition of disparate elements. For Krueger, this process of isolating, truncating, or layering visual information allows for dialogue with the past while telling their own newer story.  

In 2011, Krueger began an eBay search using phrases such as “gay interest” and “vintage gay photograph” to hunt down photographs depicting what they describe as “tenderness, friendship, intimacy, and true love.” These photographs, including tintypes and photo booth portraits, show us men—now long gone—embracing or sometimes just mugging for the camera. Played out decades ago, these fleeting moments of connection and intimacy now feel furtive. Krueger allows us to see their process by including eBay receipts and the handwritten envelopes in which a network of other collectors of “gay interest” move and share these documents. We grieve these lives with the artist, who asks us to consider both the complexities of living a double life in pre-Stonewall America and our own human need for connection and community.

Krueger references many iconic gay artists, activists, and organizations here, including Act Up, David Deitcher, Essex Hemphill, Hal Fischer, Jonathan Ned Katz, Marlon Riggs, the Mattachine Society, and David Wojnarowicz. The artists also layers many symbols of the struggle over the documents, including a red tie, pink triangles, a locket containing the ashes of a childhood best friend, red boxing gloves, and clippings of classified ads from the pages of a defunct 1990’s LGBTQ+ newspaper.

What emerges is that Krueger’s embrace of LGBTQ+ American history allows them to stand on a timeline that faces forward. Although each box feels final and heavy with grief, there is also a sense of triumph. In acknowledging those who’ve gone before, Krueger transforms the boxes into protest banners. Furtiveness falls away, and in its place comes acceptance and yes, pride. As artist and AIDs activist David Wojnarowicz said, “To make the private into something public is an action that has terrific ramifications.”

Ryan Patrick Krueger holds a BFA in Photography from Pacific Northwest College of Art in Portland, Oregon, and was formerly Digital Services Coordinator for Light Work, a non-profit artist-run photography organization at Syracuse University. Krueger has curated exhibitions and held shows nationally including Documents from the Closet at the Everson Museum of Art (Syracuse, NY), On Longing at MONACO (St. Louis, MO), Response Response (with Linda Kliewer in Portland, OR), and Queer Moments: Selections from the Light Work Collection (Syracuse, NY). Most recently, Krueger exhibited work in the 2022 FotoFest Biennial, If I Had A Hammer, (Houston, TX), and appeared in Aperture, Art in America, and Sixty Inches From Center.  

[pynkhues]

Hey Sophie, I've never seen a Wes Anderson movie! Any suggestions on what to start with?

Hey! Oooo, yeah, I think I'd say to start either with Fantastic Mr. Fox or The Royal Tenenbaums?

The latter was my entry point to Wes Anderson and is definitely the one of his I've rewatched the most. The cast is amazing, but I think it encapsulates a lot of what I love about his work at its purest which is stylisation and comedy for the sake of emphasising genuinely human moments, and emotional truths that just rip a hole in you. If I was to ever make a list of my top fifty movies, I think The Royal Tenanbaums would be on it (Ben Stiller's line deliver of I've had a rough year, dad is genuinely iconic to me).

Fantastic Mr. Fox I think though is just both good and pretty accessible? His style of writing/direction/filmmaking lends itself well to stop motion, and he's a bit of a dream match for Roald Dahl adaptations tbh. It's a great movie and a great story anyway, and particularly if you feel inclined / know you like animation, I think Fantastic Mr. Fox is a very good place to start.

[etchedstars]

violence as a form of love

the goldfinch, donna tartt / twin size mattress, the front bottoms / genius annotator thejluz / paper girls episode 5 / crush, ethel cain

[bookinit02]

⭐ ??

hihihi!! did a little stalking of ur blog to refresh the vibes and now i’m ready to rec songs🫡

this was the first one i thought of bc i rlly do consider u a friend & u are so nice and comforting and sweet just like this song🫂

don’t have much of an explanation but i am looking thru my summer playlist & this is SUCH a bop, it’s just so fun and very high-energy!! gives me overdue asteroid vibes for sure😎

ok this one’s more specific bc i was looking for songs that had to do w/ asteroids and i found this on someone’s playlist—i think this captures the vibe of ur moniker perfectly honestly, and i’ve always found the phrase “overdue asteroid” so interesting to begin with. it’s so poetic & meaningful and there’s a lot of ways to interpret it—i won’t get into it here but i was thinking about it a lot after you sent this ask and i just think it’s so cool!! so this song is just something a lil different to capture that feeling.

this one’s for two reasons—one, bc i associate u with my rewrite series (your comments are always so nice!!) and second, because the lines “over the coast, everyone’s convinced / it’s a government drone, or an alien spaceship” also reminds me of the overdue asteroid vibe. the whole song does, honestly, because of the whole “end of the world” thing!! again, just a very cool phrase to associate yourself with. i’m a big fan.

honestly the only reason i clicked this one was bc overdrive sounds like overdue so! but also this is just a super fun song & i love conan with my entire heart so here u go.

hope you like these!! definitely 2 different vibes but i think you fit both of them :) anyway u are very friend-shaped in my brain and i want to thank u so so much for all the interactions over the past few months. i treasure every one.💗🫂

[reginaphalange2403]

Once this damn strike is over scarlett Johansson needs to stop talking about skincare and get her ass back on the big screen. If for nothing else do it for my mental health Scarlett, I beg. The strike already took away Emily blunt + cevans press, I won’t let it turn academy award nominated scarjo into an influencer !! 😤😭

[etchedstars]

actually yk what. if you see a poc actor be removed from a mainstream show without even a call, and said mainstream show already has a history of using its poc characters to further a white character and then sidelining or removing them entirely, and your first reaction is to speculate wildly about in-universe theories where poc character is kidnapped by the government, then. well i just think you're misreading the situation