#not a documentary about flightless birds

[oli-yesterway]

Weighted blanket:

Me: Hmm, yes, this will hold down my sins

[jamiesfootball]

Thanks for the tag @elloras

Last song:

Currently watching: The Bear, though my watch group has one episode left of Fall of the House of Usher

Three ships/dynamics: currently back on the Jamie/accountabilty-to-Jamie train in a big way. Also having thinking thoughts of Roy-Jamie-Keeley platonic bed sharing (have you read Flightless Birds? Go read Flightless Birds). Also in non-TL, really really circling the Camry & Richie dynamic in The Bear (you’re my cousin but you’re not my cousin and we both lost someone, we are intwined with grief we cant stand working together we’re stuck together you have a right to this place as much as I do. I don’t understand you but I guess I’m trying to help you. What do you think my purpose is?)

Favorite color: today it’s black

Currently consuming: Advil and coffee

First ship: Done that before so I’m officially changing it to Past Beloved Character: Spencer Reid from criminal minds. He’s just on my mind lately. I’m due for a rewatch

Relationship status: single

Last movie: I literally can’t remember. Last long form thing I consumed though was a 16+ hour true crime podcast documentary called The Teacher’s Pet. Highly recommend if you’re into thoughtful, excellent reporting and hosts that sound eerily like Paul Hollywood

Currently working on: Ch 2 of OGYGGIYHNBGL, which is about to pass the word count of ch 1 without even being close to finished

Tagging if so inclined:

@jamietarttsnorthernattitude @altschmerzes @anotherlongstoryshort @kvetchinglyneurotic @thirteenemeraldcats

[funforahermit]

It's funny how being a fan of Rhys Darby has led me to become a fan of a lot of his friends as well. That's never happened to me before, with any of my other crushes, and I don't really know what's different this time?? Maybe it means that I just really have a thing for kiwis, who knows 'xD But let's see -

There's Jonno Roberts of course, absolute comedic GENIUS, pipes like you wouldn't believe, actor par excellence, and sexy as fuck. His on screen chemistry with Rhys is off the charts, even better than Rhys and Taika imo (controversial opinion alert 'xD), but I find that I also enjoy watching Jonno on his own. And the little bit I know of his personal life is endearing as heck, not least because he's a firm trans ally.

David Farrier, irresistable mixture between fearless journalist and complete mess! Dark Tourist, Tickled, Mister Organ - those are all deeply fascinating documentaries, and I can never decide if I want him to tell me more about the deepest darkest secrets of humanity or if I want him to get the hell out of there and stay away from danger for god's sake 'xD Lately I've been going through his podcast Flightless Bird, and just... everything he talks about is really interesting and compelling. And yes, the accent helps, I admit that. Also, bonus points for being a fellow bisexual 🤟

Jemaine Clement!!! God he's hot. Like is it just me or is he just..... SO hot. Like damn. I'm sure I could also talk at length about his talent, but I am kind of distracted. Fuck.

Bret McKenzie: I adore his solo album Songs Without Jokes, I listened to it so many times when it came out, and now all the songs are part of my permanent playlist. I love them to bits.

The last two together, obviously, are the best duo ever and I can't get enough of their songs or their comedy.

Steve Wrigley! Now I'm not gonna lie, I'm not the biggest fan of his stand-up and for the longest time I couldn't understand why Rhys would insist on touring with him and make him his opening act all the time. But I get it now. I've grown to love him for the amazing friend that he is, and for looking after Rhys so perfectly - even if some of his jokes make me go a bit :/ (The Ohakune airport story is hilarious though!)

Dan Schreiber - NOT a kiwi! 'xD Amazing brain, amazing way with words, amazing spirit of adventure, amazing sense of humour. One of these days I'm gonna listen to all his other podcasts (beside the Cryptid Factor I mean), just haven't found the time yet.

I feel like this is an uncomplete list, but I gotta go and do some real life stuff now.. Just wanted to say that I love them!! And I've got Rhys to thank for knowing them at all.

[cutiejihyo]

Since you asked for some requests

Little! Chae trying to make little, nd! Mina talk until cg! Jihyo puts some penguin documental and little! Mina just starts to say little facts about penguins.

Little! Chae is between 4-5 years, Little! Mina is between 5-7 years

penguins

— little!mina & little!chaeyoung + cg!jihyo

words - 447

chaeyoung and mina were practically inseparable when regressed, the two girls always wanting to be at each other’s side. chaeyoung was generally the one doing all the talking, since mina was usually nonverbal when she regressed, the younger of the two didn’t mind. she didn’t quite understand why mina never talked back to her, but she didn’t think of mina any differently.

the two girls were playing on the colorful playmat in silence, except for chae occasionally trying to start a conversation. she helped mina build towers of lego duplo, since she knew the older girl loved lego.

“minari what do i build next?” chaeyoung asked, thinking enough towers were built. mina stared at her and handed her more blocks. “i dunno what to do with these..” she said while shrugging and putting the blocks aside. eventually, after watching mina build for another 10 minutes, jihyo walked in and saw the two girls playing.

“how’s it going you two??” she asked, squatting down next to them. “ ‘m mad, mina wont tell me what to build.” chaeyoung crossed her arms, pushing the lego towers closer to mina.

“well tiger, mina communicates differently than you and i do. she prefers to do actions instead of using her words.” jihyo explained the best she could. chaeyoung grimaced, still a bit confused. “do you wanna see something cool?” jihyo raised her eyebrows, smiling and slowly reaching for the remote. chae nodded, curious to see what the older girl was going to do.

jihyo turned on a documentary about penguins, tapping mina’s shoulder and pointing to the tv. immediately, mina’s eyes widened and she started flapping her hands. her smile got so big that chaeyoung wasn’t sure if it was possible for someone to smile so big! “mina is doin’ her happy dance” chae giggled, knowing the older regressed member only did that when she was extra happy.

“did you know that penguins have flippers, not wings!” mina exclaimed, rocking side to side and putting full focus on the tv in front of her. chaeyoung gasped, never hearing little mina talk before. “minari you talked!” the younger little smiled. “penguins are completely flightless birds and they are amazing swimmers.” mina continued to name facts about the large birds, surprising chaeyoung.

“i told you, mina is awesome isn’t she?” jihyo sat behind the two girls, watching the sweet scene go down. chaeyoung looked behind her, nodding to jihyo. the younger little hugged mina from behind, “love ya minari!!” mina giggled and melted into the hug, still focusing on the penguin documentary. even though mina wasn’t like chaeyoung, she didn’t mind. she still loved her the same as everyone else, and maybe even more.

[rabbitcruiser]

Robert Goddard Day

Robert Goddard Day is celebrated on March 16 every year. It is a day to celebrate the great mind of Dr. Robert Hutchings Goddard and his achievements. He is known as the father of American rocketry and the space age. Dr. Goddard discovered the technology and created the first liquid-fueled rocket in 1926. The success of his test is considered a milestone in the space age. His achievement is of the same importance as the invention of the Wright brothers in testing the first flight. He conducted the test from Auburn, Massachusetts, earning him the title “the father of modern rocket propulsion.”

History of Robert Goddard Day

Flight is a dream for every human being. Birds have always made us jealous with their ability to soar through the freedom of the vast white expanse of the sky, watching the flightless beings on the ground. On December 17, 1903, the Wright brothers took to the sky, giving wings to the dreams of humans to touch the sky. What felt like an impossible event a few decades ago is now easy to achieve. With the sky conquered, the next dream is to reach the infinite distances of space. The problem with the airplane is that it depends on the air and air pressure. Space does not have air, and, thus flight is not possible.

Dr. Robert Hutchings Goddard was born on October 5, 1882, in Worcester, Massachusetts. He had a way to work in a vacuum. He predicted that a rocket would be able to work in the emptiness of space as it does not need air to push. He was a physics teacher at Clark University in Worcester. He had already started working on his idea of space travel in 1915. When Goddard claimed that the rockets could be used to transport payloads to the moon, he was ridiculed, and his theory was considered folly. But time taught them they were wrong.

Goddard did not live long enough to see his childhood dream of space travel realized. But his work laid the foundation for propelling modern space dreams.

Robert Goddard Day timeline

1909

The Gunpowder Rockets

As a student at Worcester Polytechnic Institute in Massachusetts, Goddard experiments on a gunpowder-powered rocket.

1923

The Director of Physical Laboratory

Goddard is appointed the director of the Physical Laboratory.

1926

The First Rocket Test

Goddard tests the first liquid-fueled rocket.

1959

The Goddard Space Flight Center

Nasa establishes Goddard Space Flight Center in Maryland.

Robert Goddard Day FAQs

Why was the liquid-fueled rocket important?

Liquid rockets can provide more thrust and allow engineers to specify the range of the rocket.

Why is it important to have rockets?

They help deliver satellites to space and enable global communication, weather forecasts, and other technologies like GPS, which are an integral part of our lives.

How did rockets change the world?

Rockets changed warfare. Due to intercontinental ballistic missiles and nuclear warheads, wars are no longer possible between major powers due to mutually assured destruction. Rockets also opened a frontier for space exploration. It helped revolutionize the technologies that we are so dependent on.

How to Observe Robert Goddard Day

Carry out a science experiment: This day is best spent doing a science experiment. You can start small with an experiment like collecting gas from a soda bottle. Record the experiment and post it on social media.

Watch a scientific documentary: Another easy way to spend the day is by watching scientific documentaries. Fluidity, air pressure, gravity, space, chemistry, etc. You choose the topic and start watching.

Create a mini rocket: You can purchase small rockets that can be assembled and taken off. Don’t worry, if they are not as advanced as the original rockets. We do not have to be rocket scientists to work on them.

5 Interesting Facts About Rockets

Arrows and rockets: The first rockets were used to propel arrows with greater speed and impact.

The first rockets: The Song dynasty of China found ways to weaponize gunpowder-powered rockets during the tenth century.

The ‘Father of Rockets’: It took Goddard 17 years to develop the first liquid-fueled rockets.

The iron-cased rockets: Tipu Sultan of India used iron-cased rockets for military use.

The first space rocket: In 1957, Russia created Sputnik, the first rocket that reached space.

Why Robert Goddard Day is Important

Space is infinite: Space is infinite. The contributions of Dr. Goddard helped us reach the infinity of space.

Sky is no longer the limit: Something beyond the sky just opened up thanks to the rockets. Now we can dream even bigger into the vast dark space.

It promotes innovations: Innovations can change society. With the advancement in technology, advancement in human civilization follows. The rocket's innovation now allows us to launch satellites and progress into the modern world.

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[affreca]

Penguins and language

Last night, I watched a documentary about cave paintings in France on Curiosity. It's one of those niche streaming platforms, and I like it because it has a number of documentaries from Germany and France translated into English. I suspect it's relatively easy to slap a new narrator track on top of an existing doc and subtitle the talking heads.

So they have artists recreating paintings on replicated cave walls because the originals are in caves that are only accessible by diving and are threatened by sea level rise. One of the paintings is of sea birds, and the documentary calls them penguins. It then shows a stuffed version.

I thought that penguins were restricted to south of the equator, even during the ice age. No Provencal penguins. Plus, the stuffed bird look a bit fiercer than normal. I guessed great auk.

So I sent Lawnchair down the rabbit hole (my hands were busy at the spinning wheel). I learned that great auks are in the genus Pinguinus, and penguins are not. That in English penguin was originally applied to great auks (multiple theories of the origin of the name, possibly Welsh for white head). That when English saw flightless sea birds in the southern equator, they used the same name for these new birds (same as robins).

And now they are extinct.

[sohotthateveryonedied]

I’m going on a plane ride tomorrow, would you happen to have any longer batfamily fics you could recommend off the top of your head? Preferably without unnecessary angst. Just one or two is fine, no need to work for it! And thx if u do!

i don't have a ton of long fics saved tbh, but here's what i found in my bookmarks:

Can't Stay Down (a Documentary) by SonoSvegliato

Tim has a thrilling time after a tonsillectomy. Nat Geo Wild ensues.

(tim gets his tonsils out and it's HILARIOUS, i come back to this one so often it's amazing)

Robins and Other Flightless Birds by Ionaperidot

It begins with another Bruce, looking around his cave and asking, “So where are the kids?”

Bruce has never thought about having a family before. But once the idea occurs to him, it's hard to think about anything else.

(i'll be honest i never got around to finishing this one, but the beginning chapters are SO cool and cute)

Things My Heart Used to Know by poisonivory

Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne's beloved adopted son, was kidnapped when he was fifteen. He was never found.

Six years later, Roy Harper runs across a very familiar face, three thousand miles from Gotham. "Jay" has no last name, no memory, and no reason to believe he's a potential heir to Gotham's largest fortune. But with Bruce Wayne offering a five million dollar reward to anyone who can bring his son home, Roy and Jay figure it might be worth teaming up to claim the money, even if Jay is only a fraud.

Of course, if he's not a fraud, then things have just gotten a lot more complicated...

(god. this fic. it's not batfamily but i LOVE jason in this story, the whole thing is fantastic)

Running Headlong into My Arms by gleesquid

Bruce doesn’t like to credit one thing for saving his life, but if he did, it would be Haly’s Circus that Friday night in September, just as summer was beginning to die.

(He'll always be a sucker for kids with sad eyes, no parents, and more fight than the world knows what to do with.)

Or: in a universe where superheroes don't exist, Bruce Wayne finds his family.

(this is another super cute one, i keep coming back to reread it constantly)

I Was Lost For You to Find by Sohotthateveryonedied

Bruce never planned on having kids. After watching his parents die, the idea of starting a family of his own was foolishness at best and an impending disaster at worst. Never in his wildest dreams did Bruce think he'd ever be up to the task of raising a child, and he was okay with that. But when an orphaned acrobat starts weighing on his mind, Bruce makes the (questionable) decision to become a foster father. Everything after that is just dumb luck.

(yes i'm plugging my own fics because this is america and i can be as shameless as i want and also i ran out of recs lmao)

And Now I'm Covered in the Colors, Pulled Apart at the Seams by Sohotthateveryonedied

Alternate universe in which we gather soul strings as we fall in love, with different colors representing the different kinds of love you experience over time. Tim has loved and lost so many times over the years that, as rare as it is to find someone who actually loves him back, his strings are mangled like barbed wire. What's the point of loving if it only ends in heartache?

(Or: Tim’s experience with love, a story told in snapshots.)

[goatpaste]

Waddles is a young colt living out in the snowy lands with his family. Waddles loves to spend time with his family, especially the cousins his age, and getting into trouble with playing around with his dads work gear trying to copy him.

Waddles love penguins and dreams of getting to see a real flock of penguins one day on your march across the ice. In the mean time he watches any videos and documentaries and books about the flightless ice birds.

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[hostilepoet17]

Listen, if I was writing 3x10 based on the footage we've seen so far, it would be incredibly angst ridden.

Buckle up for my season finale.

The fight scene between Nandor and Guillermo would be a case of Guillermo insisting that Nandor shouldn't leave the house without his protection - that it's his duty as his bodyguard to protect him after all. Nandor would dispute this, dismiss Guillermo's role and this would lead to them engaging in stupid feats of strength/power in the house to one-up each other (chucking the knife, knocking each other over, etc as seen in the promo).

Then Nandor would leave the house anyway, but Guillermo would follow him (Nadja and Laszlo, at a loss and unwilling to see another housemate leave, also decide to tag along). When Guillermo catches up to Nandor, he finds that his former master is in danger (listen, I haven't worked out all the plot yet - I am not being paid to write episodes, I just have The Nandermo Brainrot. Maybe it's the loved one of a vampire killed at the theatre seeking revenge? idk) and rushes to protect him.

However (here comes the angst, kids), Guillermo is fatally wounded while protecting Nandor. NOoOooOoooOOoooo.

Nandor panics, finally faced with the reality of what he actually has now that he is about to lose it. Nadja and Laszlo are frantic, urging to Nandor to hurry up and change Guillermo - because they're a family in their own weird way. They can't keep losing members of their lil family. Nandor is conflicted - he is being confronted with the reality of how much he cares for Guillermo, he cannot bear to lose him. But he doesn't wish to burden him with becoming a vampire - even though that has been Guillermo's wish all along, he truly doesn't believe Guillermo has grasped what that will mean for him.

Nadja is furious and desperate, yelling at Nandor to get on with it. Finally, Nandor relents and bites his dying companion, before feeding him some of his own blood.

Guillermo stills and moments pass by slowly as the vampires look on, but nothing happens. They're all confused, wondering why nothing has happened yet, why isn't it working? (I rewatched 3x03 and Gail's transformation and revival was instantaneous - was that the werewolf part of her? Maybe. But for the purposes of ✨angst✨, we're going to assume that the process is immediate. So whhhhhyyy isn't it working???)

Nadja is the first to acknowledge that it hasn't worked, that it was too late. Laszlo reaches out to comfort his friend, to reassure him that he did all he could. But Nandor is devastated, and collapses against the body (car-cass...cah-cass...) of his dear Guillermo.

This is where 3x10 would end, Nadja and Laszlo holding one another looking on as Nandor weeps over Guillermo's body.

And the song that plays over the credits? Flightless Bird, American Mouth by Iron & Wine bc y'know, pain and a Twilight nod.

There would be a mid-credits scene in which the sound cuts out because the boom mic operator is overwhelmed by the scene before them, and the camera would jerk and pan over to the crying documentary team member. I think this would be important to bring in that team to this moment - they have followed Guillermo for three years, witnessed some of the most horrific and pivotal moments of his life. To watch him die before their eyes, in the arms of the vampire he served, would be truly upsetting.

And thus ends season 3.🦇

(Season 4 would open with the big reveal that Guillermo has indeed survived! Yaaaay! Cut to footage from after the finale where he suddenly revives - turns out his Van Helsing DNA made the transformation a little trickier than normal. Cue research montage of Laszlo and Colin Robinson in the Vampiric Council archives! Oh yes, because Colin Robinson is also baaaaack - cue long talking head of Colin Robinson explaining how he was reborn through his clones or whatever... the point is, these characters are all FINE. Season 4 is then about Guillermo coming to terms with his newly vampiric state while Nandor confronts the reality that he simply cannot be without Guillermo. Season 4 is all about ✨Nandermo rights✨

[nbaczynskifilm]

Surfs Up, Chicken Joe and other things

Let me firstly begin with how my two classes are going.

Film Adaptation- Our shoot is about three weeks away and Im starting to feel the stress. The locations have not been sorted out yet which is my main worry but hopefully by tomorrow we will agree on specific locations and have them sorted. Most of my work is paper work and organisation which I don't really enjoy doing since although I am efficient and slightly neurotic Im not very good at sticking to a routine/ schedule. Although I am happy to have tried out the role of a producer, before third year where Ill be sticking to camera and lighting (as I do think that my strengths lie within those categories).

Documentary Film- The shoot is next weekend! I still need to work through a thorough list of what I definitely want captured and asked. I have a vague idea of what type of questions I am going to ask, I want all of them to provoke abstract thoughts and creative answers to further the mystical nature that I am trying to capture within the film. I have definitely decided that the films main focus will be the magical essence of the space and how the past has created it. It will focus on isolation and the buildings connection to nature. Hopefully with this film we will find the voice of St Peters Seminary.

Now...

Surfs Up

This film is what I want most films to be. I recently viewed it with my mother in Spanish (as I am casually learning it). And I must say there is an essence to it that I thoroughly enjoy.

The mockumentary style combined with surfing penguins is genius. I really doubt that there is a better sports documentary out there. If I was making a sports documentary my first inspiration would be this.

But

There is something that I cannot help but mention. Whenever I think about it I begin to sweat and convulse in fear.

The chicken problem.

This world is confusing...its very mysterious. We see that most of the population seems to be penguins and yet there are characters that are not penguins, better yet not all characters are birds. This leads to a lot of questions as we only have three characters in this film that are not penguins...why? Why is the world predominated by these flightless ice birds?? Or why is the world not JUST penguins?? Surely that would make more sense? The addition of these characters feels sinister...theres something not right about the combination of these animals and the writers make it even weirder with the introduction of Chicken Joe.

Chicken Joe is a constantly stoned chicken that is an absolute god at surfing. Like seriously he is one with the waves, what a sight. He is the "best friend" of our main protagonist Cody (they've only known each other like 3 days). When him and Cody start getting to know each other we find out that Chicken Joes dad is dead. What happened to him? HE WAS MADE INTO FRIED CHICKEN AND EATEN. HE WAS EATEN. What does this mean? Why is there such a thing as fried chicken if these chickens are fully sentient civilians??? WHO IS EATING THE FRIED CHICKEN??

We see that at least on this island there are no "predators". All of the animals that aren't penguins are smaller and are not a threat to penguins...this means that penguins are on top of the food chain. PENGUINS EAT CHICKEN. Don't believe me??? When chicken Joe and Cody share a squid snack, Cody tastes it and says "it kinda tastes like chick-" and then stops as he realises that chicken Joe is a chicken himself. This means that Cody KNOWS what chicken meat tastes like?? Where did he even get to eat a chicken?? Is this such a popular snack in this world? Of course you can say that its just a lazy joke by the writers BUT I don't think people who can think of a surfing animated penguin mocumentary could possibly stupid. That raises a question, Why?? I genuinely do not understand, all I do know is that this world is TERRIFYING, chicken Joe lives in a society where his peers eat his species. No wonder he is always stoned! He was probably riddled with fear before weed fried up his brain to no return. Chicken Joe seems to have convinced himself that chickens are not being eaten. Even when being boiled alive he seems to be clueless. Such a terrifying concept for a kids film! And yet original and layered.

[figonas]

Twilight Re-watch Notes Pt. 1 - A Contest for the Worst Movie Quote in History

I'd like to think I'm funny so please enjoy my scene-by-scene notes from a recent Twilight Saga re-watch.

Hey Catherine Hardwicke, opening with the death of an animal was probably not the best choice but go off I guess??

There is a lot of general Bella awkwardness that I'm skipping over here but the scene in gym class is so horrifically, painfully uncomfortable that I almost passed out from the second-hand embarrassment.

Jessica trying her best to be fake nice to the human embodiment of a crumpled soda can: "Aren't people from Arizona like....really tan"

Bella with all the cadence of a child who just found out Santa isn't real: "yeah..I guess that's why they kicked me out"

Mike clearly just trying to get his dick wet: "HAHAH you are funny"

no mike she is not.

I'm not gonna go into the biology class scene because god knows tumblr has beaten that particular horse to death. BUT the scene in the administration office immediately after that is a TRIP. Edward has one of his most dramatic lines here when they won't let him switch classes: “I’ll just have to endure it” ?!?!?!?!?!?! This is INSANITY, he sounds like he's going to burst into tears like Edward please chill you aren't even being a little subtle.

I will never get over Bella trying to put Ketchup on her burger and then just???? giving up???? when it doesn't come out after she limply shakes it approximately once.

“HOW YOU LIKIN DA RAIN GIRL” Is our first contender for the worst and most unnatural line in movie history, and trust me there are plenty more.

Bella accusatorily saying “you were gone” to Edward as if this dude who she met for approximately 30 minutes 2 weeks ago owes her even a PALTRTY SCRAP of an explanation about anything???????

Actually, this whole scene is a horrific nightmare of awkward intrusive conversation:

“You’re asking me about the weather” HOE WHAT ELSE ARE YOU GONNA TALK ABOUT YOU DON’T KNOW EACH OTHER

“hey did you get contacts” WHO JUST ASKS THAT?!?

and of course; “it’s the fluorescents” [RUNS AWAY]

Charlie and Bella have the only organic-sounding dialogue in the entire movie. Any awkwardness they have is BELIEVABLE father-daughter awkwardness and not like "I'm being forced to film this against my will" awkwardness like every other exchange in this film series.

Bella asks Edward ALL OF ONCE about him saving her from the truck and Edward gets so haughty and smug thinking that Bella won't figure it out

“you’re not gonna let this go are you?” “no” “then I hope you enjoy disappointment” [storms off] MY DUDE LITERALLY 2 SCENES LATER SHE FIGURES IT OUT IN 3 GOOGLE CLICKS

“I had an adrenaline rush, it’s very common you can google it” contender number two for the terrible dialogue award.

Edward saying “if you were smart you would stay away from me” AFTER HE APPROACHED HER LIKE FUCK OFF [skeleton throwing its own skull gif]

Kstew got a lot of flack for her performance in this movie but when she has a good partner to exchange lines with she SHINES. The scene with Angela and her at the beach where she tells her to ask Eric to prom is GOOD. EVERY scene with Charlie in THIS ENTIRE FRANCHISE is GOOD. It is nothing but pure misogyny that Rpatz didn’t catch any flack for his truly, horrifically awkward performance

I cannot believe Stephanie thought it would be a good idea to have Edward save Bella from potentially getting gang r*ped like I get it girl is about the drama but still this is just a TOOOUCH too far

“your hand is so cold,” WHO SAYS THIS TO SOMEONE THEY BARELY KNOW COMPLETELY UNPROMPTED???

SHE TRIES TO REFUSE CARRYING BEAR MACE WHEN SHE WAS ALMOST R*PED NOT 4 HOURS PREVIOUSLY LIKE SIS CARRY A KNIFE?!?!?!?!?

The “you’re impossibly fast & strong” monologue is so bad I want to barf

“I’ve killed people before” “doesn’t matter” BITCH YES IT DOES WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

“MY OWN PERSONAL BRAND OF HEROIN” IS SO BAD. Like we all recognize how bad this is right? Especially when one considered the target demographic for these films, i.e. teenage girls, have NO FUCKING FRAME OF REFERENCE FOR THIS WHAT.SO.EVER.

“And so the lion fell in love with the lamb” YOU’VE KNOWN EACH OTHER FOR ALL OF 3 SECONDS I CAN’T WITH Y'ALL. AT LEAST THE BOOK HAD SOME BUILD-UP JESUS GEEZUS

Who thought this meadow scene was a good idea, they need to be sent straight to hell. WHY ARE THEY LAYING DOWN LIKE, SIT MAYBE?????? IT’S SO WEIRD AND UNNATURAL THEY LOOK LIKE DOLLS I HATE IT

The scene where they get out of the car and Edward puts his arm around Bella while Spotlight by Mutemath plays in the background is TOP TIER teen drama bs and I love it. Far and away the best shot in the movie apart from The Baseball Scene(TM).

I will never get over the fact that Edward's bitch ass rats Bella out for already eating when she comes over to meet his family. BE FUCKING COOL EDWARD FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE, GOD!!!

Esme is too pure for this world I can’t deal with her, & Emmet waving the knife is my favorite thing in all 5 of these movies

Why tf are Alice and Jasper fucking off doing god knows what in a tree and not helping with dinner like everyone else? Y'all ain't special even Rosalie is helping

Esme talking to Rosalie “Clean this up..now” I LOVE YOU BE MY MOM

Earlier they talk about the fact that vampires don’t sleep BUT the first thing Bella says when she walks into Edward's room is “no bed” girl we know what you after you ain't slick.....

WHAT IS THIS DANCING SCENE IN HIS BEDROOM IT’S HORRIBLE TO WATCH and I want to find whoever thought “well I could always make you” was a good line for Edward to say and slap them directly in the mouth.

“hold on tight spider monkey” excuse me while I VOMIT

Mike offering his opinion on Bella dating Edward HOWEVER justified is automatically invalidated by A. his own romantic interest in Bella and B. the fact that he has also know Bella for all of 10 minutes & has no bearing on her personal life whatsoever

THE PAST COUPLE OF MONTHS THIS MAN HAS BEEN COMING INTO HER ROOM AND WATCHING HER SLEEP THIS IS RED FLAG CITY LIKE BELLA WATCH A TRUE CRIME DOCUMENTARY OR READ THE NEWS FOR FUCKS SAKE

THIS FRANCHISE HAS THE MOST HORRIBLE KISSING SCENES IN MOVIE HISTORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU CAN HEAR LITERALLY EVERY BREATH, EVERY AWKWARD PRESS OF LIPS. You're telling me THIS was the best take of this???? CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW AWKWARD THIS WAS TO FILM

The whole scene when Bella is telling her dad about her date with Edward is absolutely god tier. Charlie snapping the barrel of the shotgun closed, him motioning that he has a halo on, asking her if she still has her pepper spray. BILLY BURKE LIFTED THIS MOVIE UP AND TRIED SO HARD TO CARRY IT ON HIS BROAD, MUSTACHIOED DAD SHOULDERS, WE STAN

WHERE TO START WITH THE BASEBALL SCENE:

Supermassive Black Hole in the background, Alice going AWF with her pitching, Rosalie getting all pissed when Bella says she's out and Emmett yells "c'mon babe it's just a game" like the puppy dog of a person (vampire?) he is, CARLISLE WEARING A SCARF WHILE PLAYING BASEBALL, I WILL NEVER EMOTIONALLY RECOVER FROM JASPERS BAT TRICKS, EMMET AND EDWARDS LAUGH AFTER CRASHING INTO ONE ANOTHER.

A TRULY IMMACULATE MOVIE SCENE. This scene isn’t long enough

“My monkey man” might be the worst line in this movie, I’m so torn between which one is the worst. Also, I'm just now realizing that this is the second time someone has compared a loved one to some type of monkey and I really don't like it.

Bella's defeated “I can’t hurt him” breaks my heart every time. AND FUCKING BILLY BURKE pulling out his acting chops with Charlie’s poor little broken sounding “I know I’m not that much fun to be around we can do more stuff together” & “I just gotcha back” LIKE LITERALLY EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS SCENE HURTS ME ON A PHYSICAL LEVEL AND I AM ENTITLED TO FINANCIAL COMPENSATION

I know I've skipped over a lot but it's just a lot of like star wipe level montage of nonsense, so we are mOVING ON to what is possibly the biggest plot hole I've never recognized before now: How in the hell was James planning on luring Bella out if he didn’t find that videotape of Bella's mom looking for her????? Or was he just going to bust up in the holiday inn, metaphorical guns blazing & toss Bella out a window???

This fight scene between James & Edward is VERY poorly choreographed and you can practically see the stunt wires pulling on their clothes but no one is surprised..this is Twilight after all.

Who the fuck starts the fire in the ballet studio if Carlisle & Edward are with Bella, Jasper and Emmet are holding James's arms and Alice is ripping his head off???? Esme and Rosalie aren't there so the only explanation is that Emmett's power Stephanie never told us about is his ability to start small, controlled, indoor bonfires with his mind.

If Bella was losing blood from her femoral artery it is HIGHLY UNLIKELY that she would have been cognizant enough to tell them her hand was burning + THERE’S A BIG ASS BITE HOW DID THEY MISS IT???

Let Me Sign is such a good fucking song. Actually, while we're on music every song on every Twilight Saga soundtrack SLAPS. At least 1 department at Summit Entertainment was staffed with competent people. (side note, why the fuck do I know the studio by name that made this movie. I need to go lie down)

Bella acting a damn fool in the hospital bed like clingy much

CHARLIE IS SUCH A GOOD DAD FUCK!

The Edward/Jacob beef is so dramatic at prom can you both chill for 5 minutes we haven't even gotten to y'alls bullshit yet that's not until New Moon.

Bella really thought this mfer was gonna turn her at prom in the middle of the dancefloor??????????

Flightless Bird American Mouth. That's it, that's the bullet point

Victoria coming to prom, like we stan a dramatic bitch.

I will almost CERTAINLY post my New Moon (Extended Edition) notes in a few days. & yes I do have notes on the entire franchise.

[bat-besties]

Courtship song

AO3

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Logince Fluff

When esteemed researcher Logan Crofter needs the help of a musician, famous saxophone player Roman Sanders gets ready for the most unusual project of his career.

-

Logan looked over the application again. Roman Sanders, respected saxophone player, winner of the Australian Jazz Bell Awards 2015 and 2018, with record sales in fifty countries. He outshone every other applicant, but that was what was worrying. Logan knew that his budget could not stretch to the kind of money Sanders would make at his average performance. Still, the musician had known their budget when he applied.

Trying not to overthink it too much, he dialed the number.

After a few moments, it picked up. "Hello? This is Roman Sanders speaking," said a clear, deep voice from the other end and he froze. He had not- expected him to sound like that. Whatever he had expected his voice to hold, it was not a timbre which seemed to be set to the resonant frequency of Logan's heart.

"Hello? Can I help you?"

"Yes-yes-" he snapped back into focus and cleared his throat. "Yes, this is, uh, Logan Crofter, I am accepting your application. You have reviewed the details?"

"I have! It all seems to be very organised," Roman replied. Logan felt his cheeks flood with heat.

"It is very organised," he said stiffly. "It's not your usual caliber of work, I know, but it is very serious. Very important. To me and others."

Roman laughed, not like he was mocking Logan, but in a genuine expression of excitement. "I know! It's important to me too! I always want to do something different, stretch my creativity, so this stood out to me. I think the idea is amazing. How did you come up with it?"

"Oh, you know, research- but more than a little hope. I had to also be creative, in my own way." Desperate times led to desperate measures, which for Logan were increasingly far from the approval of established methodology.

"Wonderful!"

He was suddenly afraid that Roman could hear his heart racing over the other end of the phone line. "Indeed. Indeed. So, I will email you the relevant audio files, then I can set up the studio for you for the 15th."

"Of course- I'll try and immerse myself! Truly get the feel! Any documentaries or anything you can recommend?"

"Oh, I-" Logan adjusted his perfectly straight glasses. "I'll send you a link to some," he said in a high-pitched voice. "And I can- set up the studio for you."

"Thank you, I appreciate it, Logan."

At the sound of his name in Roman's voice, he completely short-circuited. "Yesthankyougoodbye-" He hung up.

For a long moment, he stared at the blank screen of his phone almost breathless. I appreciate it, Logan.

He stood up, irritated, and wondered what in the name of Darwin had come over him. Attraction, he supposed. The musician's voice was simply...attractive.

Would it be egotistical to send Roman a documentary he himself had been interviewed in? It was most informative due to his consultation, but...perhaps it would not look best. Then again, research would probably cause him to stumble upon Logan's name-

He shook his head. He did not have time to deal with this. There were more important things at stake, and Roman Sanders could wait until the 15th.

*

Writing a love song would be stressful enough with a conspicuous and oft-mourned lack of a lover in his life, but as Roman trawled through the articles and videos Logan sent him, what had started as an exercise in eccentricity began to take on larger importance.

As the two emailed back and forth, the nervous, uptight voice Roman had spoken on the phone to morphed into a complete nerd delivering informative ramblings, or, in one YouTube video he'd stumbled upon, a slightly younger version of Logan almost lit up by a kind of tender curiosity.

Therefore, Roman wanted his song to be perfect, and between days practicing and nights researching, he managed to finish the piece only the day before the 15th.

*

As soon as he caught a glimpse of Roman's cloud of hair in the distance, Logan took a deep breath, and pulled on his best cool and professional approach. "Roman! I’m glad you were punctual."

Roman grinned at him. "I thought you'd appreciate that."

And, despite himself, he grinned back. He coughed, and then opened the door so Roman could carry his saxophone case through. "We rented out the space for hours, to give you as much time as you need."

"Thank you," the musician stepped through into the cool air-conditioned reception and wondered why Logan was flushed. "I hope you weren't waiting outside long? I am usually on time! I neither lag nor rush," he joked.

After a moment, the corners of his mouth twitched up. "Ah. Jazz joke. And no, please do not worry. I was not outside long."

As he led Roman down the corridor, he was trying not to look like he was watching him- though he also wanted to be polite- so he walked just ahead, turning his head every now and then. "Everything is prepared for you. We will overlay the drums afterwards, that idea is...really quite impressive."

"Well, the video you sent me gave me the idea! But yes," he admitted, with a bow more flamboyant than polite, "I do think the way I've worked it is quite unique."

They stopped outside the door. "Well-" Logan began, and Roman looked at him with interest. As they made eye contact somehow all the words he wanted to say fell down to bounce around his stomach.

Roman frowned in concern. "Are you alright?" Maybe the researcher got anxious, like Virgil did. "Would you rather I didn't make eye contact?"

"Oh," He adjusted his tie and looked down. "Thank you. No, I am alright with it. It is a threat display in many animals, but not necessarily humans-" He tapped the door-handle. He dimly knew he should cut off now but his clarification was already falling out his mouth. "It is especially seen as a threat among primates, and among those that is most pronounced with chimpanzees- which is why you must never look a chimpanzee in the eye and why zoos should in my opinion warn about body language of primates better, because visitors can upset them. But, then, many animals do become desensitised.” He shook his head. “But really, anthromorphising animals at all is a fool's route." His eyes darted up to meet Roman's once more.

Oh no. He was very, very cute. Roman would never have thought being informed about primate threat displays would be very interesting, but it was incredibly endearing. "You never think animals have their own thoughts and feelings?" he gently prompted.

"No, I know they do," Logan said sincerely. "But they are not the same as human thoughts and feelings."

"This isn't a little like that?" Roman teased.

Logan drew himself up. "No, this is research based."

"Have you set up the studio for me?" Roman asked with a twinkle of humor in his eye.

"I have. For you, a human-" But Roman just caught on you.

Logan unlocked the door, to reveal that the inside of the studio had been decorated with potted plants, the floor scattered with rose petals, a few candles lit, and a framed photo sat on a side-table.

"This is for your inspiration," Logan said with a slight smile. "You may serenade the photo."

Roman burst into a peal of laughter as he put down his case, then blew a kiss to the photograph.

It was a picture of a bird. It had mossy green feathers around its face, then brown ones around beady black eyes and a little beak with nostrils in it.

"I have played love songs for many people in my lifetime," Roman announced to Logan. "But never for, or on behalf of, a parrot."

The kakapo parrot is remarkable for many reasons- it is the only flightless parrot, as well as the heaviest one, and it is historically significant to the Maori. It ought to find mates with males booming to win the attention of females in arenas, but with critically diminishing numbers, competitions to attract mates are not replenishing or increasing the population. And therefore, conservationists must become creative.

"It is not a method which has been proven," Logan clarified, once again. "But any assistance in creating optimal conditions for the kakapo to meet mates is gravely needed."

Roman winked at him. "Don't worry, you already know that I can help set the mood."

"I don't know what you are-"

He undid the clips of his case, then picked up some of the rose petals. "And so, it seems, do you."

"It is of great importance this goes as well as it can do," Logan replied primly.

"Of course, of course, we need the rose petals," he said, with wide, sincere eyes. "For the atmosphere! Here we are, in the arena of love..."

"Actually," Logan couldn't help but add, "the arenas are very large. Each "court" is on average 50m apart, so I would have to be down the street from you."

Roman pouted. "But the benefit of this is you hearing me up close, not at the distance of a music arena. You have front-row tickets to one of the biggest names in Australian jazz." That was, perhaps, arrogant, but Logan appreciated him saying it like the fact it was. He said it like it was a gift to Logan that the musician wanted him to appreciate, not something he didn't deserve.

"Well," Logan conceded, "I suppose that the bird being serenaded is closer to the court."

"I am a proud parrot in my court then!" he said.

Logan nodded. "That is accurate. Judging by your voice, I am hoping your saxophone playing will also be attractive."

Roman paused. "By my voice?"

"It is objectively attractive," Logan said, completely objectively. "Therefore, I hope that your playing shall attract the kakapo parrots. To each other."

"Oh." Roman's eyes widened, then a soft smile spread on his face. "Thank you."

He bobbed his head into a nod, then gestured to the recording booth. "I have been instructed in how to use this, so I am going to go and set it up. You can start when you are ready."

"Just give me a moment to warm up."

"Of course."

As Logan fiddled with the controls to set up the recording for a new song, Roman warmed up, playing through a few scales. He didn't use anything to check his exact pitch, but it sounded right to Logan as he adjusted.

Then he paused, and nodded to Logan through the glass. "I'm ready."

Roman started with a few low, humming notes, similar to the booming of the kakapo, and Logan looked up from the controls, his heart in his chest all of a sudden. He could remember those long nights in a hide close to the arena, hearing the courtships- it was a sound which by rights should be common all throughout New Zealand. Then, the musician overlayed a few long notes, swaying and closing his eyes as he leaned into the music.

It was upbeat, with big dramatic swells every now and again, and Logan, whose mind was always leaping from thought to thought, from analysis to evaluation, was transfixed into stillness.

The smooth sounds, Roman's swaying, the way the dim light of the studio glinted off the saxophone and that earnest expression on the player's face…

All too soon, it came to an end with a final little trill.

*

To ward off stage fright, Roman had closed his eyes against the cute researcher and instead lost himself to his music. As he opened them again, he was met with a beaming smile and round of applause. A residue of nerves mixed with pride to thrill through him. "What did you think?"

Logan beamed. "I think it was perfect."

Roman's face heated, and his eyes crinkled as he returned a genuine smile. "Thank you! So- I'll have some water, have another take or two, and then we can see about overlaying drums and chirping?"

Logan nodded. "I think that is a good plan."

The two of them worked well together- in all honesty, Logan didn't have to input much since Roman was the expert on composition, but he was happy to cede control on a project if he was confident in the abilities of his partner. He was happy to listen to each deliberation, and provide questions if not answers.

They were finished and ready to vacate the studio half-an-hour before they needed to, since Roman helped Logan carry his props back to the van. "No- they just pair for the mating season."

"For now!" Roman declared. "My funky music will create love for a lifetime! That's a joke," he clarified.

Logan laughed. "Well, at least they have great genetic variation."

It was late afternoon creeping into evening outside the studio, and the warm air had begun to mellow and cool. "Are you staying in Auckland long?" Logan inquired.

"Only a few nights. I want to catch a show, but I don't have anything to do tonight. How about you?"

"I should be back at the sanctuary tomorrow. I would recommend the square a few streets from here if you're looking for a good restaurant. I can give you directions?"

"Oh, I don't know," Roman adjusted his saxophone case with a faux innocent expression. "I have to have this back at the hotel for safekeeping, and then it might be harder to find my way there..."

Logan furrowed his brow. "I can give you an address if you wish to use Google Maps?"

He couldn't quite work out if this was a genuine suggestion, or a gentle refusal. His hotel was close, and Logan's van on the curb. It was now or never- "You could take me," he said, with a confidence he didn't feel. "Tell me more about, uh, parrots."

Logan's heart thudded in his chest. "As a social event? Not to do with the project?"

"Social, yes."

"I'd like that." He adjusted his glasses. "I would like that very much, Roman."

They walked back to Roman's hotel, so that he could protect his saxophone, then wandered out along a quiet avenue on the way to the restaurant. The sky had dimmed to soft grey and purple, clouds scudding aimlessly across it. Side by side, they talked and laughed, glances catching on lips, on hands, on each other.

As a tentative test, Logan moved closer, so that their hands brushed together as they walked. When Roman faltered in the middle of his story about a concert, he offered his hand for him to hold.

Roman took it, raised it to his lips, and turned Logan red. Then, Logan mirrored, pulling Roman closer by their joined hands and pressing a kiss to his knuckles. For a long, still moment, they met eyes and forgot how to speak.

"I liked your playing, today," Logan said softly.

His lips parted for just a second before he could manage to say, "And I liked talking with you. Even over the emails...it has been a pleasure-" He cut himself off with a nervous laugh. "A pleasure I can't quite describe."

"We don't always need words for things." Although his hand was shaking, and his heart loud in his chest, Logan's voice was steady. "Music, body language, mutual company...there are many ways to communicate."

"Oh?" Roman murmured.

He nodded, and stroked his thumb over the back of Roman's hand. "I think so."

"Then, may I..." Slowly, he brought their joined hands over Logan's heart, and he moved his other one to cup his face.

Logan's eyes darted up to meet his, all shining with wonder. A breeze shivered through the trees, and although the evening was still balmy, he drew closer together, wrapping his arm around Roman's waist.

They stood in a tenderness of quick breaths and racing hearts, until Logan breathed, "Yes."

Roman dipped his head, and Logan tilted his up, their noses bumping into each other so the kiss was met with the beginnings of laughter. It was gentle, and curious, and as much about their clasped hands and chests pressed together and weak knees as it was the kiss itself.

They drew back for a beat. "How was that?" Roman asked, although his face was hot and Logan was starry-eyes, and he felt like he could faint.

"It was perfect," he said, thrilling again at Roman's voice so close to his face. "Just perfect. But, with these things I suppose..."

Roman stopped breathing.

A mischievous smile crept onto his flushed face. "I suppose we would be remiss for not, ah, testing further."

He burst into laughter. "Of course! Of course! Practice is the key to anything..." And they kissed again, more secure and passionate than before.

- 

This is all based on a true story! Here is an article And here is the song! 

[whydoesfireburn]

Why Does Fire Burn? chapter three, Oh Ice, Ice Baby

I’m dyslexic, you know the deal is, I hope you enjoy it anyway!

Shoto looked at himself in the mirror of the locker room. Against his better judgment, he let his siblings help him design his hero costume-- or rather, they made him let them help. It wasn’t horrible, though.

    Shoto’s boots were made to look like they were carved from ice. His pants were plain black. The shirt looked more like a vest. The fabric was dark blue in color and looked as though it had frost going down it. The fasteners looked like shards of ice. Fake white fur-lined the collar, hem, and sleeves of the shirt. His sleeves stopped right at the cover of his shoulders, but about two inches down, stared armbands in the same dark blue color. Finally, there was a black face mask that ended at the bridge of his nose.

    When Shoto flipped his hood up, he faintly looked like Assassin’s Creed walked through a blizzard. He shook his head. Shoto didn’t like things being too over-the-top, but he’d designed this with his siblings, and that meant a lot to him. He kept it how it was.

    When Shoto walked out to join his classmates, he took the time to look over their costumes. Everyone’s seemed to reflect their personality just a little bit.

    It was their the first day of actually hero related classes, and everyone was excited. Their teacher was All Might-- of all people--, and Shoto was internally panicking. He had always admired the number one hero, and now he was going to learn from him.

    They were doing Heroes vs. Villains simulator. Shoto was partnered up with a kid in his class named Shoji. As of now, he and the rest of his classmates went to a monitoring room to watch the first match. Midoriya and Uraraka as heroes, versus Iida and Bakugou as villains.

    They didn’t have to wait long for something to happen. Not long after the heroes entered, Bakugou was hot on their trail.

    There was something about the way Bakugou was acting that made Shoto believe he wasn’t just getting to play the part of a villain. He was trying to hurt Midoriya. Badly.

    Shoto focused on his classmates’ match. Uraraka was able to get away, which left Bakugou and Midoriya to battle it out. That’s... probably what Bakugou wanted.  Midoriya started off strong, but as time went on, Bakugou began to take the upper hand. There was a time when Shoto was sure Bakugou wanted to kill Midoriya. While watching the match go on, Shoto noticed that Bakugou was smarter than he let on; he seemed to have a plan for everything he wanted to do.

    As time began to run out, it looked as if the hero team was going to lose. It seemed to just be a face-off between Bakugou and Midoriya, and the end result certainly wasn’t going to be pretty. All Might tried to call it off but to no avail.

    Midoriya sent his punch upward. Shoto wasn’t sure what happened, but the sheer force of the move seemed to wipe everything out, which allowed Uraraka to claim the weapon. After that, Midoriya fell unconscious. Bakugou was left seemingly shocked, but Shoto wasn’t sure exactly what to call the face he made.

    Shoto didn’t have much time to think about it. It was his and Shoji’s turn next. They were heroes, and their classmates (Ojiro and Hagakure) were the villains.

    “They’re on the second floor. The first room,” Shoji said, gesturing with his dupli-arms.

    “Good,” Shoto nodded, “Step outside. I got this.”

    “You seem pretty confident,” Shoji said.

    “Because we’ve already won.”

    Once Shoji was outside, he pressed his right hand to the wall, and let his ice freeze everything in its path.

    When Shoto was sure the whole building had frozen, he made his way to the room where the villains were. He saw Ojiro trying- and failing-to pry himself out of the ice, and he thought he saw were Hagakure was.

    “If you keep trying to do that, you’ll lose the bottom of your feet,” Shoto warned. Ojiro gave up. Shoto claimed the weapon, and in his ear, he heard, “Hero team wins!”

    “Don't beat yourself up over it,” Shoto said to them, “The odds just weren’t in your favor.” He shifted his left foot towards them and pressed the palm of his left hand to the ground, and melted the ice.

    The rest of the matches went on without much problem. Yaoyorozu and Yoarashi were together, and the impact Yaorashi had on the team against was devastating. When school was over, Shoto started to talk to a few of his classmates but instead walked out with Yaoyorozu and Yoarashi.

    “Your technique was amazing!” Yoarashi exclaimed.

    “Thanks,” Shoto said. It felt nice talking to kids his own age. A flash of something caught the corner of his eye.

    “There’s something I want to check,” he said, “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

    He waved goodbye and walked over to where he’d seen something, but there was nothing there. He waited for a minute, but a loud crash from behind him made him turn around quickly.

    It was a cat.

    She was clearly a stray. She had a pure white coat and mitch match eyes- just like Shoto did. Her left eye was blue, and her right one was green. When she saw Shoto, she tilted her head at him. She reminded Shoto of a gray stray that had lived at the corner of their street for years. Fuyumi would never let him pet it in fear of fleas, but that never stopped Shoto from feeding it.

    Shoto bent down on one knee and held his hand out to the cat. She walked forward and rubbed her head against his palm. Shoto smiled.

    “Yukitomo?”

    Shoto turned to see Midoriya standing there. He felt his neck get hot and couldn’t form words. Midoriya looked at him for a second before saying, “You found a cat.”

    “Yeah,” Shoto said. Midoriya smiled. Okay, that had to be the cutest thing he’d ever seen. Midoriya stepped closer to Shoto and knelt down beside the cat.

    “She kinda looks like you,” the green-haired boy said.

    “You think so?” Shoto asked. 

    “Mhm.”

    Shoto was unsure what to do. He didn’t know how to act around people, let alone people he really liked. Ah, he could see Natsuo laughing at him now. The only thing Shoto knew about getting a boyfriend was what he’d learned from a special on TV on Rockhopper penguins. Shoto doubted a flightless bird documentary was an excellent way to get dating advice.

    “I think we should name her,” Midoriya said.

    “What?”

    Midoriya thought for a minute. He held his chin and knitted his eyebrows. AHHHHH!!! Why was this boy so cute!?!?

    Midoriya snapped his fingers. “Oh, how about Gekko?”

    “Okay,” Shoto said, trying to hide his face a little, “Yeah, I like that.”

    Gekko let out a light meow and rubbed her head against Shoto’s left leg.

    “Aww, she likes you!” Midoriya said. Shoto glanced at Midoriya. He has a pretty smile, Shoto thought. Shoto scared Gekko's head.

    Shoto swallowed and asked, “You wanna walk to the station together?”

    Midoriya looked at him and smiled, “Sure! Let’s go!”

    Shoto stood up a little quicker than he meant to, but he ignored it and walked with Midoriya. Listening to the green-haired boy ask him questions about his Quirk was kind of… nice.

    XXX

Fuyumi readjusted her glasses as she looked at the paper in front of her. She had gotten used to reading the messy words of her students by now, but it was still tricky.

    Soon the bell rang, and the group of fourteen small children she was in charge of came rushing back into the room. Fuyumi looked at Miyoko, the other teacher she worked with, but when she said nothing, that left her to assume that nothing significant had happened during outside recess.

    There were only about thirty minutes left of the day, so that meant they would read a little and then send the kids home. Fuyumi loved all the kids she worked with. They were all so sweet. They were at the age were their Quirks were just beginning to show up, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle.

An hour later, when all the kids were gone, and the rooms were clean, everything was done for the day, Fuyumi packed up and headed out. As she walked down the street, she checked her watch. She had time. She was on her way to her second- and secret- job.

It was working the counter at a flower shop two blocks away from their apartment. It was a pretty good job. Her boss was super nice, and it was a great way to get some extra cash. Dabi had explicitly told her after she started teaching that she wasn’t to work another job. Now, Fuyumi did feel a bit guilty for going against her brother’s wishes, but she of all people knew how tight money was for them. There wasn’t any real harm, and Fuyumi liked this job, a lot.

When she got there, she headed to the back room and changed into her work uniform. After that, she got straight to work. She mainly checks to make sure all the flowers were still alive and would head over to the cash register if someone needed her. She would make small arrangements if they were required.

When her shift was reaching the end, it was getting dark out. Her boss, the owner of the shop, came out. “Everything good?” she asked.

“Everything's perfect, Mrs. Sakara,” Fuyumi said. Mrs. Sakara was in her forties and had long dark hair, light pink eyes, and the kindest personality Fuyumi had ever encountered. “Amazing,” she said, “Listen, Mai’s home sick with a fever, so I need to go home and take care of her. You mind locking up?”

“Oh no, of course, I can,” Fuyumi said.

“Thank you so much,” the older woman said, turning to get her coat and keys. She tossed a set of keys to Fuyumi, “You know the drill,” she said. She paused, “Almost forgot,” she reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out an envelope.

“Here you go,” she said, giving it to Fuyumi.

“Thanks,” the white-haired girl said, taking it with both hands. 

“Thank you, Yumi. Have a good night.”

Yumi. That was the only name she went by when she was outside the apartment.

When Mrs. Sakara left, Fuyumi carefully opened the envelope and counted the money inside. It wasn’t a lot, but still, it would be enough for gas and electricity this month.

She looked outside. It was dark and windy, it almost looked like it might rain. No, it was definitely going to rain. Fuyumi flipped the open sign to close and was on her way to the cash register to count the money up before shutting it when she heard the door open. Fuyumi cringed- she hated telling people to leave.

“I’m sorry, we’re closed,” she said, turning around. She stopped when she saw two kids, a boy who looked about nine, and a small girl, maybe four or younger. They were both dressed in matching raincoats and boots, with their hoods up, and they both had surgical masks on.

“Oh please, miss lady,” the little girl begged, folding her hands together, “It’s for our aunt. She’s in the hospital. We have money, and we know what we want. Right Nii-chan?” she asked, looking up to her brother.

The boy sighed and gripped his umbrella tighter, “She said they’re closed. We’ll see if there’s some on the next block.”

He took the little girl’s hand and turned to leave. “Wait,” Fuyumi started, “I haven't counted the money yet. You said, you know what you want?”

The little girl nodded vigorously and bounced up and down on her toes.

“Come on then,” she said, giving them a smile. The younger of the two siblings raced over and pointed to some Dahlia flowers and tiger lilies. “Those are Auntie’s favorite! Can we have them?”

“Of course,” Fuyumi said, smiling. She wrapped the flowers in a bright red ribbon like the little girl asked. When it was done, she handed it to the girl, and the boy rummaged in his backpack until he pulled out the cash needed to pay.

“Have a nice night,” Fuyumi told them as she gave them their change.

“Thanks,” the boy said, stuffing the money in his pocket. He looked up at Fuyumi for a moment, then looked down. He tugged on the little girl’s free hand, “Come on, Harue, we have to go. It’s going to rain soon.”

“Okay!” Harue chirped. “Thank you!” she called to Fuyumi as the two left the store.  Fuyumi smiled, but something was bugging her. That boy’s eyes, she’d seen them before, she knew she had. And that little girl’s eyes too, they were familiar. She shrugged.

Twenty minutes later, Fuyumi was finally leaving the shop. A few drops of rain began to fall just as she got a text from Natsuo. She got out her umbrella and opened her phone.

Natsuo: can you get some pancake mix? Maybe some apple sauce?

Fuyumi: Yes, anything else?

Natsuo: Shoto wants kettle chips.

Fuyumi: Alright, I’ll be home soon. We have chicken tonight, so defrost it and set it out on the counter.

Natsuo: Got it

The supermarket that Fuyumi got all their groceries dangle from the apartment complexes. Fuyumi got the things she needed and dug into her purse to see if she had any coupons. There were two for applesauce, one for chips. There was a really good one for pork loin, that was about to expire. Fuyumi decides that they could have that for supper tomorrow and made her way to the meat section.

When she got there, she found what she was looking for and then placed it in her basket. Fuyumi looked up and was about to head to the front to pay when she saw something. Someone. At first, she froze. Her brain told her to leave her basket and run home, but she remained calm. Then she began to turn around slowly and sneak to the front. But then there was an arm around her shoulder.

“Well, well, well,” a voice that sounded like silk and honey said, It made Fuyumi shutter.

“Hey girls, look who it is,” the voice called.

“Why are you here, Shynah?” Fuyumi asked, trying not to lose herself. “Dabi made it clear that you and your brother weren’t-”

“Here’s the thing,” the taller woman said, “That big brother of yours, I’ll admit he’s a looker, but I ain’t too afraid of him.”

“That’s your mistake,” Fuyumi muttered without thinking.

Shynah raised an eyebrow and chuckled. Her two little sidekicks were here; Misa and Shino. Misa looked Fuyumi up and down and made a ‘hmm’ noise. Fuyumi felt like she was back in middle school like these were the mean girls.

Shynah took her arm off of Fuyumi’s shoulders and looked at her. “So whatcha been up to?” she asked.

“Do you really care?” Fuyumi asked.

Shynah shrugged. “Fair point.”

Fuyumi could tell that Shynah hadn’t changed much since the last time she’d seen her. The girl had olive color skin and sleek black hair and was taller than a mountain. The other two looked the same, only different with darker makeup and larger breasts. All three of them were dressed in mostly black clothes with skulls and leather boots and jackets.

Fuyumi took a deep breath, “I need to get home,” she said, “Can you please move?”

“Why you in such a hurry?” Shino asked, with the drawl of hers. Shynah looked at them. “You two go wait outback, in the car. I wanna talk to Missy here alone.”

“We’re still gonna rock this joint, right?” Misa asked, with her arms crossed.

“Just go to the fucking car!” Shynah snapped. Misa rolled her eyes and huffed before both she and Shino stalked off.

Fuyumi's eyes drifted towards Shynah’s belt. Her jacket hid it well, but Fuyumi could still see the gun’s handle.

“Are you gonna rob the store?” Fuyumi asked quietly.

“Eh, not anymore,” Shynah admitted, which was surprising…

“What do you want from me?” Fuyumi asked, keeping her voice steady. She knew that deep down, Shynah had a strange soft spot for her- she wasn’t going to hurt Fuyumi. Keywords: Wasn’t going to hurt Fuyumi. Everyone else was still in the air.

“Don’t want anything from you, really,” Shynah said, moving away from Fuyumi to pick a can of pineapple cubes. She tossed it from one hand to another, before putting it in her pocket. Fuyumi didn't say anything.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” Fuyumi repeated. And she was right. Shynah and her little minions, or anyone from ‘that crowd,’ wasn’t supposed to come near them or where they lived. Dabi made that painfully clear.

“If Dabi finds out your brother-”

“You seem to forget that Taijo doesn’t tell me what to do,” Shynah said, calmly looking back at Fuyumi.

“So, what?” the white-haired girl asked, “You weren’t going to rob this place for him?”

“Tai, the fucking ass-pain, doesn’t let us rob fun things anymore,” Shynah grimaced. “It’s only other gangs and ex-members houses.”

The black-haired girl pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one.

“You can’t-” Fuyumi began to say. Shynah took a long drag before she puffed it out. Fuyumi leaned her head back, careful not to inhale any of the smoke.

“Believe it or not,” Shynah said, before taking another drag, “Taijo is doing what your brother asked.”

“I don’t believe that,” Fuyumi said, wishing she could just get out of here and go home. Home. Where she was safe.

“Yeah, well, you should,” Shynah muttered.

“Two of your brother’s guys went to Dabi’s parlor the other day.”

Shynah’s CoverGirl-like, eyebrows raised up in surprise, but the rest of her face didn’t show her shock.

“What, you didn’t know that?” Fuyumi asked.

“I don’t know how much you think my fuckwad of a brother tells me,” Shynah said, “But it ain’t as much as you think. We ain’t like you and your siblings.”

She dropped her cigarette to the ground and crushed it with the heel of her boot.

“I have to say though,” Shynah said, looking Fuyumi right in the eye. “What your brother did that day, it was ballsy. Hell, everything he did with us was. I swear he either has nerves of fucking steel, or he loves you and those two other brats so much it makes him stupid.

“In any case,” Shynah continued, “I need to bounce. Keep that big brother of yours close, missy. He’s the biggest source of protection you and those tuts have.”

She started to walk away, but she turned around, “Unless of course, you think about what I told you. Do you remember?”

Fuyumi gripped the handles of the basket, so strong frost threatened to form. “All too well,” Fuyumi said her voice on the edge of being a growl. Shynah smirked and walked away.

Once the black-haired girl was out of sight, Fuyumi let out a shaky breath. She took a few minutes to collect herself. She wasn’t going to cry, or break down and have a panic attack. She was going to pay for her items, go home, cook for her brother, and tell Dabi what happened. He would deal with it.

That was how it worked. Fuyumi took care of Shoto and Natsu, and Dabi made sure there were no threats to her or any of the boys. It’s how it worked. It’s how it always worked. But sometimes Fuyumi wishes that wasn’t how it did.

XXX

Natsuo rubbed his eyes as he looked back to his computer screen. He was working on a paper for one of his classes, and it was nearly halfway done.

It was late. Really late. He was pretty sure all of his siblings were fast asleep in their own beds. But not him, he was wide awake, and nowhere near ready to fall asleep.

He sighed and looked around his room. Sometimes Natsu wondered if he was doing the whole ‘college student’ thing right. Well, he had friends; Kana, Hiro, Seiko, Kaito, and there was his best friend/roommate, Taiga. He worked a job in his spare time, which he honestly had little of now. But that didn’t seem to cut it for him.

Natsuo didn’t go out and have fun with his friends. He studied and worked mostly. When he wasn’t doing that, he was home visiting his siblings. No one he knew at the university did that. Yeah, okay, there were others who study, and workaholics, but even they suck a few drinks here and there and go to parties. Everyone he knew hated the idea of going home to their families.

It wasn’t like Natsuo didn’t want to relax and have a good time. He did! He really, really did. School was stressful, and so was working as a barista four days a week. The thing was, he’d worked hard to get here. Stayed up late and woke up early to study. Quit both football and volleyball to pour in more energy to class time. Study math even when it was super tough. Spending time reading and writing papers till his fingers literally bled, also though the words seem to float off the page.

Natsuo thought back to how hard his older siblings worked to make sure he got into an excellent middle school, one that would help him get a little bit ahead. How tired they were when coming home. He wasn’t going to even risk throwing that away. He knew he wanted to be a physical therapist, he just had to work to get there.

After shaking his head, Natsuo turned his focus back to his paper. It was for his psychology class. He was writing an essay on trauma, things PTSD, recover from abuse and insanity from trauma. Maybe that’s why he couldn’t focus right now.

Natsu's mind drifted to his mom, at least what he could remember. It had been so long since he saw her. He can remember some of the things about her before Shoto was born. She smiled a lot more, she wasn’t jumpy. She liked to go for walks, and she’d sing to them when they were scared or sick. She was good a cook too. His mother was perfect.

Then Shoto came, and everyone agreed, he was perfect. He looked perfect, he was quiet, he didn’t fuss. Perfect baby. Natsuo being four, he time was over the moon about this. He was finally a big brother, and now it was his turn to boss around a younger sibling. Fuyumi was happy too. Dabi, well, he just watched the three of them quietly.

The first four years were good. Shoto was content with pretty much anything. Natsuo didn’t have any reason to believe something was wrong. Mom always told him and others that they were good big siblings. Although there was that time when Natsu held Shoto over his head like Simba at the beginning of Lion King, and another time when Dabi tossed Shoto to Natsu, after yelling “YEET!” Their mom was not too happy about that.

But when Shoto’s Quirk came, everything went downhill. They weren’t allowed to say anything about it. Their mother checked on Dabi more and more. She was telling Fuyumi all sorts of things as if the end of time was here. She said Natsu that he had to be strong and watch out for Shoto. And Shoto, well, their mother hardly let Shoto out of her sight. But not all secrets can be kept forever.

Looking back, Natsuo realized his mother began to break down slowly. That was a process that had already started before he was born. But what he saw of it was that his mom started walking around with bruises. She'd smile through it and would give him and Fuyumi a smile when every they asked if she was okay. But her smile was beginning to fade. Then she started crying at least once every two weeks. Then it was once a week. Once a day. Later she became ready to break down at any second. She was so scared.

When she was put in the mental hospital, they weren’t allowed to see her. A year or so later, Dabi started going to see her. He still did. He’d asked Shoto if he wanted to visit her, seeing as he asked for her all the time, but Shoto had grown paler and started to cry, saying he couldn't see her. Dabi asked Natsuo if he wanted to. He didn’t have to ask twice.

The hospital was cold. Too cold. It felt gross and sickly. When they got to their mother’s room, he didn’t feel better. The room was the same as the rest of the place. Unwelcoming and uncomfortable. When he saw his mother, he ran to her and hugged her so tightly. She began crying as she hugged him. She kept telling him that she was sorry. He cried too.

The rest of the visit was blurry. Natsu remembers leaving and hugging his mom goodbye, telling her he'll come again.

But he didn’t. He doesn’t know why, but the thought of seeing his mom in that place, he hurt him in a way. Natsu growled. That shouldn’t have mattered. He should have still gone. He should have talked to her and tell her what was going on in his life. Tell her that his siblings were okay. That Shoto was happy now, and that they all loved and missed her and just wanted to be with her. Instead, he’d write notes and get gifts for Dabi to give to her.

Natsuo slammed his computer screen shut and wiped his eyes, only to find he had been crying. He checked the time on his alarm clock. He sighed, it was almost midnight. Natsu got up and walked to the kitchen.

When he opened the fridge, he saw the apple sauce he asked Fuyumi to get, and leftovers from dinner. The funny thing was, that earlier when Fuyumi asked him to defrost the chicken, he kinda didn’t. And when he saw Fuyumi come to the door, he tossed the frozen bird at Dabi and yelled: “Fix it!”

Natsuo grabbed the applesauce, and opened the freezer and pulled out a tub of vanilla ice cream. While eating his midnight snack, he scrolled there his phone. There the front door open and Dabi walked thru the threshold.

His older brother seemed out of breath and wet from the rain outside.

“What are you doing?” Natsuo asked once Dabi shut the door. The older one turned to look at him. Even without the lights, Natsu could see his brother, and how banged up he was.

“I was out,” Dabi said, peeling off his soaked hoodie.

“Doing what?”

Dabi sighed, “Nothing awful, but something you would probably have rathered I not have done,” he took a seat across from Natsuo, “Pass me a spoon.”

Natsuo grabbed a spoon from off the counter and slid it to his brother. Dabi then took the tub of ice cream and placed it in the middle of the table.

“How’s work?” Natsuo asked.

“Slow,” Dabi said, eat a spoonful of ice cream, “But getting better. How’s school?”

“Good.” they didn’t talk after that. Natsuo noticed that Dabi knuckles were bloody and smudged with soot. He thought about saying something about it. Instead, he said, “You know, you don’t always have to fight for us. We’re getting older, I can learn to be okay without my big brother.”

Dabi leaned back and sighed, “I know,” he said, “But that’s never going to stop me,” Natsuo watch as Dabi ran a hand thru his hair.

“I just wanna make sure you guys are safe. Safe and happy. If I can make that happened, then I’m good.”

Natsu then asked, “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Don’t you get to be safe and happy?” Natsuo asked, “Don’t you get to have fun, maybe met someone if you wanna?”

“Don’t worry about me,” Dabi said looking towards the window, lost in thoughts.

“I’m your brother,” Natsuo said, “I should worry. And I should want you to be happy, shouldn’t I?”

“Listen,” Dabi looking back at him, “You, Sho, and Yumi, and Mom, you’re all I need. If I know that you’re okay, then I can be happy, alright?”

Natsuo nodded, deciding it was too late to argue anymore. The two brothers clean up their snack. Dabi had hit Natsuo in the back of the head for trying to the empty tub of ice cream back in the freezer.

When Natsuo went back to his room, he didn’t grab his computer, but he did catch his textbook. He opened it and read until he fell asleep, quiet and content with the life he had for right now.

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Don’t you just hate it when perfectly fine wildlife documentaries have that one finishing note that just ruins it all?

I just watched a documentary on flightless birds and at the end the narration poses a question: Why are kiwis so endangered when ostriches are not? What’s different about these two birds?

And although the documentary had talked about how New Zealand had no land predators or competition with kiwi before Europeans brought over rats, cats, martens and rabbits, it still decided to claim that ostriches are doing better simply because “they developed flightlessness much longer time ago” and “invested into better survival strategies as their predators started growing in size”.

Can’t escape bullshit even when I try to enjoy science goddamnit

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terran for the ask meme maybe?? 🤔

o o h  I don’t talk about my valid dummy Terran a lot, thank you!! :^D

Full Name: Terranill Itenyu of House Starbrac, first of his name(Terranill Itenyu Starbrac is acceptable too tho sdgihdsg, those rich nobles and their dumb long names)Gender and Sexuality: Cis male, aromantic asexualPronouns: He/himEthnicity/Species: Human, would be Japanese in the real worldBirthplace and Birthdate: I’m still deciding exactly how old he is, he’s somewhere between 25 and 30?? But I do know he was born on Alderaan like his brother and sister were. :^)Guilty Pleasures: Terr says he doesn’t have any guilty pleasures because “life is short, friend, why not just like what you like?” But also, good luck getting him to admit he likes watching cheesy dramas about star-crossed nobles (“ha ha that’s not accurate”) or that he’ll eat nothing but chocolate for dinner. Phobias: The color green and the sound of crunching metal, after Malachor V. What They Would Be Famous For: For being a traveling do-gooder with a large flightless bird companion of some kind (I’m thinking he has an orobird) that enjoys helping people out while also getting into cheerful fights. What They Would Get Arrested For: Stealing people’s weapons after duels. He feels like he deserves to have them bc he was the stronger one sugdhsdgudsgOC You Ship Them With: The platonic sibling bond he has w Sky is too obvious, so I’m gonna say that he and Lock would probably get along well if they met! But y’know, platonically.OC Most Likely To Murder Them: If he got Amethylia mad during her Darth Revan days, well :////Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Action and adventure! Comedies too.Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Horror, full-stop. Also hates war documentaries. (Edit: I misread this the first time sudgsdg. He hates unnecessary romantic plotlines.)Talents and/or Powers: He’s Force-sensitive like his exile sister, but wasn’t taken to the Jedi for training when it manifested bc he was too old by that point. He’s managed to teach himself to use the Force remarkably well, however, given his lack of resources, and is v talented w combat forms and Force leaping.Also worth mentioning again that he’s a talented guitar player, singer, and song-writer, and he’s good at swoop racing. Also he’s “good” at pazaak, except not really - he has no idea what he’s doing, he just gets lucky and it drives Atton insane sughsdgusdgWhy Someone Might Love Them: Terran is basically a giant golden retriever of a man. He’s kind, he’s brave, he’s caring and loving, and he wants to help people and just enjoy life.Why Someone Might Hate Them: He’s dense, and can be generally oblivious about people’s feelings and reading a room. He’s also selfish in an unthinking way as opposed to a malicious way - it’s not that he’s trying to be mean or hurtful, it just happens.How They Change: He becomes an official Jedi that helps rebuild the order after Sky leaves to find Revan, getting proper training of his powers, and also learns better how to interact with others after his time with Canderous’s Mandalorian clan.Why You Love Them: Okay honestly he kinda started out as a joke character - “what if Sky had a brother that had the personality of Josh Chan from Crazy Ex-Girlfriend mixed with Kevin from Ghostbusters lol” - but then he just kinda unexpectedly grew on me and became known to me as a character? He’s a loyal and brave sweetheart who travels to help everyone, even Mandalorians after running away to fight them in the war, and sees no issue with lending a helping hand to anyone who needs it.

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Robert Goddard Day

Robert Goddard Day is celebrated on March 16 every year. It is a day to celebrate the great mind of Dr. Robert Hutchings Goddard and his achievements. He is known as the father of American rocketry and the space age. Dr. Goddard discovered the technology and created the first liquid-fueled rocket in 1926. The success of his test is considered a milestone in the space age. His achievement is of the same importance as the invention of the Wright brothers in testing the first flight. He conducted the test from Auburn, Massachusetts, earning him the title “the father of modern rocket propulsion.”

History of Robert Goddard Day

Flight is a dream for every human being. Birds have always made us jealous with their ability to soar through the freedom of the vast white expanse of the sky, watching the flightless beings on the ground. On December 17, 1903, the Wright brothers took to the sky, giving wings to the dreams of humans to touch the sky. What felt like an impossible event a few decades ago is now easy to achieve. With the sky conquered, the next dream is to reach the infinite distances of space. The problem with the airplane is that it depends on the air and air pressure. Space does not have air, and, thus flight is not possible.

Dr. Robert Hutchings Goddard was born on October 5, 1882, in Worcester, Massachusetts. He had a way to work in a vacuum. He predicted that a rocket would be able to work in the emptiness of space as it does not need air to push. He was a physics teacher at Clark University in Worcester. He had already started working on his idea of space travel in 1915. When Goddard claimed that the rockets could be used to transport payloads to the moon, he was ridiculed, and his theory was considered folly. But time taught them they were wrong.

Goddard did not live long enough to see his childhood dream of space travel realized. But his work laid the foundation for propelling modern space dreams.

Robert Goddard Day timeline

1909 The Gunpowder Rockets

As a student at Worcester Polytechnic Institute in Massachusetts, Goddard experiments on a gunpowder-powered rocket.

1923 The Director of Physical Laboratory

Goddard is appointed the director of the Physical Laboratory.

1926 The First Rocket Test

Goddard tests the first liquid-fueled rocket.

1959 The Goddard Space Flight Center

Nasa establishes Goddard Space Flight Center in Maryland.

Robert Goddard Day FAQs

Why was the liquid-fueled rocket important?

Liquid rockets can provide more thrust and allow engineers to specify the range of the rocket.

Why is it important to have rockets?

They help deliver satellites to space and enable global communication, weather forecasts, and other technologies like GPS, which are an integral part of our lives.

How did rockets change the world?

Rockets changed warfare. Due to intercontinental ballistic missiles and nuclear warheads, wars are no longer possible between major powers due to mutually assured destruction. Rockets also opened a frontier for space exploration. It helped revolutionize the technologies that we are so dependent on.

How to Observe Robert Goddard Day

Carry out a science experiment

Watch a scientific documentary

Create a mini rocket

This day is best spent doing a science experiment. You can start small with an experiment like collecting gas from a soda bottle. Record the experiment and post it on social media.

Another easy way to spend the day is by watching scientific documentaries. Fluidity, air pressure, gravity, space, chemistry, etc. You choose the topic and start watching.

You can purchase small rockets that can be assembled and taken off. Don’t worry, if they are not as advanced as the original rockets. We do not have to be rocket scientists to work on them.

5 Interesting Facts About Rockets

Arrows and rockets

The first rockets

The ‘Father of Rockets’

The iron-cased rockets

The first space rocket

The first rockets were used to propel arrows with greater speed and impact.

The Song dynasty of China found ways to weaponize gunpowder-powered rockets during the tenth century.

It took Goddard 17 years to develop the first liquid-fueled rockets.

Tipu Sultan of India used iron-cased rockets for military use.

In 1957, Russia created Sputnik, the first rocket that reached space.

Why Robert Goddard Day is Important

Space is infinite

Sky is no longer the limit

It promotes innovations

Space is infinite. The contributions of Dr. Goddard helped us reach the infinity of space.

Something beyond the sky just opened up thanks to the rockets. Now we can dream even bigger into the vast dark space.

Innovations can change society. With the advancement in technology, advancement in human civilization follows. The rocket's innovation now allows us to launch satellites and progress into the modern world.

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