#on-demand launches

[newspatron]

Agnikul Cosmos: Revolutionizing Space Access

What do you think of Agnikul Cosmos' revolutionary approach to space exploration? Share your thoughts and questions below! 👇

Agnikul Cosmos: The Spark that Lit the Indian Space Race Howdy, fellow space cadets! Get ready to blast off into the future of space exploration with Agnikul Cosmos, the Indian startup that’s rewriting the rules of the cosmic game. Forget clunky, old-school rockets, the kind your grandparents might have seen on grainy TV broadcasts. Agnikul Cosmos is all about innovation, conjuring rockets…

[competitionpedia]

Why is ISRO building a second rocket launchport in Tamil Nadu’s Kulasekarapattinam?

The cornerstone for ISRO's second rocket launchpad was laid on February 28 in Kulasekarapattinam, situated in the Thoothukudi district of coastal Tamil Nadu. It will be dedicated solely to commercial, on-demand, and small satellite launches in the future. To know more about Rocket Launch Port in Tamil Nadu, visit: https://competitionpedia.in/…/news-current…/07-03-2024

[systemrestart]

i think Pluto is right. as much as Saturn leans into being The Bitch™/the chaos gremlin, she is a very thoughtful and empathetic person. and not even just to the people closest to her. i think this shines through in her final words from the CM ending;

"Everyone on Earth who believed in us felt the same way;

'Let's be more human.' 'How much more human can we be?'

That faith waned, maybe because they were jealous. Yet, maybe also, because the direction we were taking the future wasn't enough. Just another human they didn't want to be. Or a sort of human that they're scared of being.(…)

So, choose to come with us, or choose to stay. But I won't be happy without them knowing what they're missing out on. Look up in the sky, and see all the weird stuff we get to do with each other! And come join!"

like with most things Saturn does, it's couched in her own desires and feelings, her own 'selfishness' (or, something more like 'self-love', or 'self-respect')........ and yet, she still thinks of humanity, the humanity who rejected her, the humanity she so resents, and she expresses a hope that those who want to also free themselves may follow them someday

her 'victory' against Luna-Terra in the mission "DEEPER CUTS" also sticks out to me. in this 'battle' her goal was to break down Luna-Terra's emotional and mental defenses.......... not just for her own satisfaction (though that too of course lol), but also to see LT truly be vulnerable, for her own sake as well

[thisperfectmonsoon]

my violent need to be seen vs my survival instinct of making myself small

[musecheerios]

Still puzzles me what kind of alien humanoid Cheelai is. There was nothing about where she came from in the Super: Broly movie or in Super Hero. Just that she showed up, was in the Frieza force, is good to our big boi, and that Beerus had eyes for her (which...why btw?).

So MAYBE, JUST MAYBE, she has a lot of bad memories about where she came from or she just straight up doesn't remember. Both are an owie but am not sure what direction I'd wanna take from there.

[quotes-for-the-soul]

We cannot perceive self-doubt as a weakness, and we shouldn't demand undying certainty even from experts, or they will surely bullshit us in order to meet that expectation. WASPs in turtlenecks will overpromise eager investors. They'll press launch before the rocket is ready.

The Age of Magical Overthinking: Notes on Modern Irrationality by Amanda Montell

[dutybcrne]

Silly silly hc:

Wriothesley tossing Sigewinne up in the air for mutual enrichment and there always being at least one time per shenanigan that she accidentally ( sometimes on purpose ) gets stuck up somewhere bc he got a bit overeager-

[ccaptain]

New verse:

for the immortal flowers in my bones; for the ice in my heart v. aka what are you doing with your life if you don't have a greek gods verse for your muse?

   vines adorned with colorful flowers often hide the truth. the thorny strap his parents keep around his neck is tight and unpleasant.

   the more he grew, the more he understood that it was about control- not the love and concern that the demeter entities have cooed to him about. that he was being seen as nothing more than an obedient, forever child for them- his only duty to regulate the harvests and stabilize seasons.

   it didn't mattered that the centuries had turned his body into the one of an adult, doe-eyed gaze admiring his features under a loose chiton. it did not mattered that he had grown muscles, that he could outrun even the fastest of animals if he so desired, that he wanted to explore, to live- he was still being seen as a child, and as a child he was to be controlled, least he harmed himself.

   being one of the gods of agricolture and harvests served him very little. 

   ( the handmade obsidian dagger with a splintered wooden handle speaks about he's not a pretty, naive thing. )

   despite the demeters being not much liked by the other gods, the young man cannot form a plan to escape- for the olympus was vast, and his means to hide from the omniscient gaze of his parents few and unreachable.

   his only way out seems to be a loveless marriage with someone who will whisk him away- he'd tolerate... no, he'd take it. it'd still be much more freedom than he has now.

   and then...

   the occasion comes, unplanned and surprising. at a banquet like any other, two chips of ice stare at him across the room, hungry and undeterred by his parent's wrathful looks and angry whispers to come closer to them for protection. and at that gaze-

  -he meets the eyes of the god of death. it's hades that has taken an interest on him- the cagey god of the underworld. 

   and it's then that his insides move with something as warm as the aromatic wine in his cup- pale stars refuse to lower, glow alight with interest, curiosity and something far from innocent, creating a connection between them that shifts the energy of the room even without them speaking a single word to one another.

   if it can't be nothing else, it's an occasion. the encounter leaves him stirred, no longer able to sleep at night as easily as he did until now.

   an occasion to act on his escape plan presents itself two days later: protected by an hooded cloak, kaeya descends into the underworld of his own volition- knowing that every step taken makes him more free by the minute.

   he offers himself to the lord of the underworld in soul and body, without the slightest hesitation. he knows that the god won't reject him, even if fueled by the lust that characterizes every god of the pantheon. he'd take anything, if it meant freedom.

   ( to me, his eyes seemed to say that day. come to me. )

   whatever the consequences are, he deems himself ready. he pours his trust in the figure towering over him, for he feels no threat coming from it. he decides to trust wriothesley━

   ━and finds himself loved beyond means.

   the union between their souls is as much carnal as it's a pact to seal the deal- the sensations repressed by a long period of innocency imposed on him, and he dips into the newlyfound sensations eagerly. he consumes his new spouse mutually, makes himself at home in the terrifying, cold world that is now half his, and discovers that he was born into his new role finely- and the ravenous hunger of mind and body.

   kaeya finds in wriothesley a most passionate, devoted lover that looks at him like he's the sun and stars both. wriothesley gives him a new name- persephone, now forever his partner in ruling the underworld, their twined hands bound by velvety, soft ivy sprouting from the cracks in their thrones.

   and when the day comes that zeus has no choice but to call kaeya back to his parents, he looks at his husband in the eyes as he consumes pomegranade seeds off his hand, licks blood-like juice off his fingers to savor the taste of their bond before he departs.

   persephone emerges to the surface clad in dark, fumous robes, from the newly-created meadow of pale flowers at the entrance of the underworld, crystals of ice forevermore embedded in his hair and a crown of black, frozen thorns over his brow.

   he has never felt more free, even among his parents wailing that he has been defiled. what he ate bounds him to the underworld, he knows, hiding a smile behind his hand.

   defiled? is he a tomb, an object? why does his innocence matter, when to keep it he had to endure so many privations? now he can no longer submit to demeter's wishes- when he has known the longing, the warmth of another body next to his, the depths of a multifaceted, deep intimacy with the one he willingly offered himself to.

   nothing as trivial as his celibacy matters, when the tangy taste of the seeds connecting him to the deity of death- to his husband, lingers on his tongue. the taste of freedom has by long exploded in his mouth;

   his to savor.

tag: For the Immortal Flowers in my bones; for the Ice in my Heart ━ ( Persephone V. )

This verse is singleship with @daybreakrising's Wriothesley.

[lohstandfound]

hmmm.... deities au might become a fic or something

[andrigyn]

Found a roach in my garbage can. Going to kill myself and then bleach the entire apartment until it’s pure again

[itmeblog]

It's been ~2 weeks since I've switched my family over to non-american flour.

We have gone through 11 pounds of it.

They have done truly unspeakable things to the bread I've made. There is never enough of it. They sneak into the kitchen when I'm not looking to commit their bevy of sins. I have returned to find paper thin slivers remaining, the only evidence of the bread having existed in the first place.

My rage would know no end were it not for the breadmaker. My comrade may we one day get to taste the fruits of our labor.

[competitionpedia]

Why is ISRO building a second rocket launchport in Tamil Nadu’s Kulasekarapattinam?

The cornerstone for ISRO's second rocket launchpad was laid on February 28 in Kulasekarapattinam, situated in the Thoothukudi district of coastal Tamil Nadu. It will be dedicated solely to commercial, on-demand, and small satellite launches in the future. To know more about Rocket Launch Port in Tamil Nadu, visit: https://competitionpedia.in/…/news-current…/07-03-2024

[getvalentined]

Why does the animation for Yuffie's limit break last twice as long as everyone else's? At high speed, Cloud's "Cross-Slash" takes 3 seconds, Seph's "Astral Gate" takes just shy of 4 seconds—Yuffie's "Bloodfest" takes almost 7 seconds. At high speed.

It's literally twice as long for no discernible reason.

[theheadlessgroom]

https://www.tumblr.com/beatingheart-bride/712211765862268928/theheadlessgroom-beatingheart-bride

@beatingheart-bride

“To the future!” Randall agreed, lifting his glass to clink with hers in a toast, before taking another sip and looking out over the tops of the buildings and to the horizon with a contented smile: In a way, as he did, he felt as if he was looking into the future itself, and found it to be filled with all good things for himself...and especially for Emily. -- The future seemed to arrive quicker than anticipated, as it wasn’t long before the opera house was prepping its advertisements for its next opera: The light, frothy comedy of errors Il Muto, a decidedly lighter affair than the drama and intensity found in Hannibal, and one that always earned many, many laughs from the audience, what with the antics of the Countess, her lover Serafimo (the titular ‘mute’), and her husband, Don Attilio, trying to catch his double-crossing wife in the act. It was great, madcap fun, and Randall was delighted to see that it’d been chosen as the opera’s next show.

“...I think you’ll be marvelous as the Countess,” Randall smiled, having eagerly shown her the announcement in the papers as soon as he saw it: It was a role that called for poise and charm, of which Emily had in spades. It would be a wonderful showcase of her skill as an actress, able to handle comedy as deftly as she did drama, and would no doubt delight the audience (himself very much included in that assessment).

[bloodhailmp3]

Third Anon, it's cause our lives are so very fucking boring (I have not been keeping up with this, this is just my thoughts on them)

hmm. i get being bored n speculating on what its like to live someone elses life bc of that but i think mayb these ppl should just like focus on developing their own friendships and relationships and hobbies and interests etc instead of sending me weird invasive shit making sweeping assumptions abt me n my life

[jerzwriter]

Noah…

no cheating by looking but who do you think your Spotify top artist is gonna be this year 👀