#satallite

[foxes-that-run]

This beef with Kendrick and Drake made me realise how much Drake sneak disses people in his music in a way that only the person that the diss was about would pick up on it when they hear it and it goes above everyone else's heads. Which made me think, and I can not imagine all the things that Harry and Taylor put in their music that only they pick up on and understand. Sure, we pick up on quite a lot. But there's still things that we're probably missing, and we don't understand. The double entendres, etc.

Definitely and there are times we have learned about the inside reference later too. What first comes to mind is the first taymoji pack in 2017 was Ready For it..? which had this flower and the caption 'roses are red, this flower is also red' until Maroon came out in 2022 with 'Carnations you had thought were roses that's us' that was a private inside joke. Then Harry included red carnations on the table in the opening of Satellite along with his midnights themed outfit. As a bonus Taylor was seen carrying carnations out of the hotel they were staying at in 2012, but it's not clear if a fan gave them to her.

Another example is April 29, we never picked up that Harry was referencing Taylor's dress at Gigi's birthday in Kiwi in 2018 until High Infidelity on Midnights in 2022 specified April 29 Same with Harry taking photos with fans in that St Laurent shirt on 29 April 2017.

Harry also said that he and someone who wrote about him have included things that they think absolutely that happened this song is about me in the behind the album:

I'm sure there is more too

[techtuv]

Why does Elon Musk need so many satellites?

Starlink satellites consist of approximately 5,400 operational spacecraft in Earth orbit, and this number continues to increase. The company aims to carry out 144 more missions in 2024.

Where are Starlink satellites now?

While normal satellites sending TV signals move in a high orbit called geostationary, 35 thousand kilometers above the earth, Starlink internet satellites are in the closest orbit to the earth, approximately 550 kilometers above the earth.

Starlink is defined as a satellite constellation built to provide satellite internet access, operated by SpaceX, a company owned by Elon Musk. While SpaceX has placed other satellites so far, it has placed its own telecommunication satellites into space with the Starlink Project.

[mal-doesnt-kin-dave]

What if we both went to jupiter.. and we were both girls 😳😳

[peydawgz]

I have no internets for awhile guys… no video games… i have to write from my phone :( cringe

[emacitaas]

Just thinking about this before I go to sleep. In the deleted scenes, Noa talks to Mae about what he saw in the telescope. He compared it to the sun but, also, not the sun. Mae replies, "I saw it too. I don't know what it was." Which is weird. If it was a star, she should know what it is. (Especially if she knows how to make a bomb.) Unless she is trying to withhold info on astrology, but that wouldn't make any sense. It's not like it would benefit Apes that much if they knew what a star was. It could be a satallite. That would make sense as to a reason she would lie and say she didn't know what it was. But if she wasn't lying, if she really didnt know what they saw, what did they see? And why was it so important that they used both of them looking up at the sky as the finishing shot?

[libraryofva]

Recent Acquisition - Ephemera Collection

Now that both you and your date are reading this, it is a good time to ask her to go to SIGMA PI SIGMAS Beatnik Swing, Saturday, March 19, 1960, 9:00 'til ? at Beth El Temple, Barr Center. Music by "The Satallites"

[redemptioninterlude]

"and what is this THING that you mean." the words cut chilling, and perhaps so is her body language ; marlene seated at the edge of her chair, casually dipping a hand into her handbag for a cigarette. a distraction. something to temper the annoyance that seemed to filter through into her voice, because she really didn't need to deal with her own temper tantrum right now. but how could she really help that?

given the fact that right now, gracie seemed wholly concerned about denying anything meaningful was actually happening now, as she needed that pressure of a filter pressed to her lower lip, a brow raising, quirked, in hostile appreciation of her words. "lots of things happen between people and between us. some things mean things, and some things don't. you just have to be a little bit more SPECIFIC, gracie. you know i never liked anything half baked."

- @gatekepts

          ❛  look          just  because  there's  this ...  thing  that  happens  whenever  we're  together,  it  doesn't  mean  anything.  ❜

[sneeki]

Satallite officer, Jean Vicquemare

[mugiwara-lucy]

Hmm.....with KId's Damned Punk having "07" on it and there being six Vegapunk Satallites....I wonder if this hints at a potential connection between Kid and Vegapunk? 🤔

I remember hearing theories back in the day that Vegapunk was Kid's dad

[explosivehrt]

Angels and satallites are one in the same. There's hundreds of them up there, singing in the night and winking down at us with their many eyes, little lights drifting across the painted cosmos, our guardian angels. Some are quiet, asleep, sending out only the faintest of signals; answering the prayers of honeybees and cicadas, the small things. And some die, spiralling out of orbit, crashing down to earth, shooting stars, fallen angels losing their wings in fire and freefall, turning into particles of stardust that rain down on us and bless each breath you take.

[redemptioninterlude]

talent. isn't it such a strange thing? what was theirs, what makes up the parts and pieces of a story, and a hope. and for them, she half wonders if they really saw and understood themselves for all the kindness that they poured out and back within the world. it's a little inspiring, isn't it? marlene likes to think that, after coming from a background with which were so DOGGEDLY FOCUSED on success, that it was nice to see someone else prioritize something that seemed to, at times, give so little back. but she thinks with xim, it's not really a thought, a thing that factors into the overall decision of it all. which lead to...

... why she was here, wasn't that the truth? honestly, she's just looking to feel as if she was doing something that ACTUALLY MATTERED. that she wasn't simply selling herself into politics on a hope and a dream for change, that never had an actual impact at the end of the day. it's all parts and pieces, being refined under pressure, her blue eyes darting back, almost startled, at the concept of this being more selfish than anything else. "do you think that? i mean. maybe it's more down to the motivation behind it. but i'd hardly say you're akin to some influencer wannabe trying to generate brownie points on social media for attention."

but it's fair enough. everyone's looking at motivation as if it's the be all, end all, when the net of it all was good in the world, so did it really matter? of course it did, in a way, but... "i think looking to purity politics on ANYTHING will hamper process as a whole. if we focus on perfection instead of smaller steps... then again. we're giving up on the things we could get, in the face of what might be perhaps better with everything all pulled together. that feels... like cutting off one's nose to spite the face. it's a little unfair... especially to yourself. but i suppose that means i'm a bit guilty of that myself, aren't i?" there's a near gleeful gleam to her gaze. "well. i suppose the best thing about me is that i'm clever, so if you need someone to solve the algorithm to save humanity at the end of the world... i'd consider myself your girl for that. but like all stories, don't you feel there's a skip, a miss? of what colours your life. sometimes i feel like that. maybe because i'm so far from home and al lthe people i've ever known, but... ah. well. it's hard to tell. i can only ever guess about it. do you think you've found it? your meaning in life."

- @exquisitexagony

A soft laugh when she commented on xyr talent. "Well, it was more out of necessity than creativity, but..." The remark was a bit off-handed and he left it as fleeting as possible, not wanting to be pressed further. Being neglected was not exactly something xe liked to discuss with just anyone. There had to be some really good reason for xem to get into the details of xyr childhood--especially some of the more hellish parts. Not that it was all bad. Having some good made it easier to avoid discussing the bad, though.

When she mentioned his story to be a spectacular one, he was quick to shake his head, tight-lipped. "It's nothing really, it does as much good for me as it does for them, so..." Xe swallowed as xe idly tidied the countertop to prepare for the next phase of the meal prep. "Some might call it selfish more than selfless." A shrug. They were never one to take compliments very well. It was something they were working on with their therapist. At least they had taken the deflection approach rather than self-deprecation. Honestly, xe just felt like what xe was doing was nothing special. Exactly as xe had said: It was for himself as much as it was for those kids.

A soft huff, smiling with furrowed brows when Marlene explained her position. It sounded remarkably similar to his own state, really, it was just that he had made a different choice of how to cope with the pain of being alone for the holidays. "Well, that isn't necessarily a bad thing...nor boring, I would say." He looked up from the turkey he had been prepping to be stuffed and cooked. A long pause, staring thoughtfully at the ceiling.

"We're all our own worst critics I'd say...if you're not sure your motivations are pure--or, at the very least, um...better--then you're probably better off than what you give yourself credit for."

[lucky-1077]

It's late at night, are you layin' awake, stargazing, or playin' with fire? Sparklers and torches, by the Witch, is a beautiful night, the stars at out. Seek some satallites with me, but make sure you keep your blood pumpin' and fire hot, the cold bites.

Zone three's gone silent, makin' space for the coyotes, they're singin'- listen. Hear em' out there? 'Member, strays, they're just like us, never use em' as target practice or you'll get on the Witch's bad side. Don't go shootin' at your fellow animals. You've listened, now, stop bein' silent. Sing along, fuckin' howl, be part of somethin' bigger. Exclamation point, sing to the Witch with us, sing to the moon, the stars, the desert. Howl and you'll always be a part of the land, in song, in bones. Sing to the night, say it with me, killjoys- We're alive, we're not alone and nothing can truly kill us as long as we are free.

… killjoys never die. So long now, I'll catch you when the alarm clock radiation hits. Ignition Wizard, signing off 

[sunlitmcgee]

guys what's that one web comic story about the satallites and football called I forgot th e fucking. numbers

[rubin-therubix-loverofblorbos]

Yes, I ship VigilantKineema, but I also ship FtEtFEwB {That's an acronym I didn't keysmash} VigilantSatallite, but I also ship SatalliteRadio, But I also ship SatalliteMural, but I also ship KineemaRadio. I have Range, darling.

FtEtFEwB = Friends to Enemies to Frenemies with Benifits

Vigilant = Harry

Kineema = Kim

Satallite: Jean

Radio: Jules

Mural = Trant

[redemptioninterlude]

there's a little thrill within marlene for the gossip of it. in a town this small, there's few things that could spark a little mystery. she'd grown up too used to the fast clip of the city, and the motives of this town read terribly DULL. she isn't someone who's used to things standing still around her... and perhaps she's always had a live wire of energy, coursing right through her, but oh, how there's nothing quite as dangerous as the boredom of teenaged girls, how she'll find with lo ways that the two of them could get up to no good, despite harlen's trepidation. it's the by product of their circumstance... it's the consequence of exitence.

and it's what BONDS THE TWO GIRLS fast as thick as thieves. for better, or for worse. she thinks of herself as the bad influence perhaps, but it's not as if that's wholly unwelcome. after all, all girls go through a moment in time in which they bloom within the presence of a friend, who introduces them to all the odd things that only ever came up in a life well lived. but this place chafes at her skin - it reminds her oh what it costs to stand still. or maybe she was a girl who was born to be killed, the one to dive in head first, regardless of the danger. maybe that was why the two of them had someone like harlen in their lives...

... someone who, for example, looked between them now with a pinched concern within his levelled gaze. as if he, alone, might stand between them and chaos, and it's a bit of a romantic idea, isn't it? in a way. at least for her, who's daydreams are hungrier than her practicality, as the hours PILE UP and this small time life begins to consume her, raw. poor harlen... he represented the best, and the worst of what small town living could be like, how he knew every part of the clockwork of this place, and all the people who scurried amongst the cogs... it's why her words seemed to unsettle him for a moment, and while she should, marlene stretched, as if almost proud of the knowledge that she sat upon.

"yes, the reporter." it sounds a bit like a threat, falling off of her tongue so sweetly like that. how the southern heat swelters around the words, and breed off the infectiousness of all that it could insinuate. that there was a reporter, and therefore there were secrets that were being hidden. that would be unearthed, perhaps, to the prying eyes of some outsider, someone who had no roots, no qualms, to quarry to this disastrous little town. "do you remember that ACCIDENT where they found the body out in the woods? turns out the lady's husband is like, some big shot lawyer in mobile or something like that. he hired a bunch of people to look into it, and now this reporter's in town trying to follow all the interest in it. i think the lady was working over at the safeco on 5th. you know the one? i didn't know she was married, though... i suppose you learn all kinds of things in moments like this."

- @444fm

DOLORES  HAS  ONLY  KNOWN  THE  QUIET  ,  there  was  nothing  inherently  flashy  about  the  life  that  she's  lived  .  in  her  dreams  ,  she  idealizes  a  life  so  much  different  than  her  own  .  perhaps  it's  the  reason  that  she  pries  into  marlene's  life  ;  all  too  eager  to  know  of  a  life  different  than  her  own  .  she  talks  of  moving  far  away  ,  somewhere  to  a  city  that  never  sleeps  and  where  people  won't  think  twice  about  her  last  name  .  she  no  longer  wanted  to  be  known  ,  but  to  be  just  a  cog  in  the  machine  .  branded  by  a  name  ,  where  she's  forced  to  act  in  a  way  that's  palatable  to  family  friends  .  it  was  no  way  to  live  ,  and  she  desperately  yearned  to  shed  the  skin  she'd  grown  into  .

a  wistful  kind  of  sigh  that  parts  her  lips  ,  her  chin  propped  against  the  palm  of  her  hand  as  bony  elbows  bore  into  the  rickety  wood  of  the  front  desk  .  her  gaze  shoots  between  the  two  ,  a  small  smile  threatening  to  tug  at  the  ends  of  her  lips  .  for  a  small  moment  ,  she's  content  to  be  here  .  to  listen  to  the  two  of  them  talk  about  the  news  ,  and  how  it  would  always  be  plagued  by  some  illness  ,  some  bloodshed  .  for  a  second  ,  everything  is  simple  in  a  way  that  brings  her  peace  .   "  yeah  ,  but  have  we  got  to  focus  so  much  on  it  all  ?  "  dolores  hums  the  inquiry  ,  her  free  hand  swatting  at  the  air  to  dismiss  the  glooming  negativity  that  all  that  kind  of  talk  brings  .  she's  always  been  the  blind  kind  of  optimist  ,  and  it's  always  been  a  chore  to  those  around  her  .  to  see  the  very  best  in  people  ,  despite  their  inherent  urge  to  be  the  very  worst  .  she'd  bloody  her  hands  in  a  feeble  effort  to  fix  someone  who  was  determined  to  be  broken  . 

HARLEN'S  DIFFERENT  ,  HE'S  MADE  PEACE  with  the  fact  that  not  everybody  in  this  world  harbors  the  same  intentions  as  his  own  .  skeptical  ,  yet  logical  .  the  kind  of  man  that  bases  his  opionions  on  facts  ,  and  what  could  be  proved  true  .  he  stands  in  stark  contrast  to  the  girl  before  him  .  dolores  was  a  headache  and  a  handful  ,  all  at  once  .  he  can't  recall  the  amount  of  times  he'd  come  to  her  rescue  ,  because  she's  always  gotten  in  over  her  head  in  her  fruitless  efforts  to  dig  deep  enough  into  bottomless  pits  .  he  stands  besides  dolores  ,  brows  furrowed  towards  the  two  .  there's  a  look  that  stumbles  between  disbelief  and  giving  up  .  he  can  appreciate  marlene's  skeptical  demeanor  ,  and  he  hopes  it  pushes  some  sense  into  dolores  .  maybe  she'd  learn  ,  maybe  she'd  ignore  it  all  .  regardless  ,  it  was  always  his  mess  to  clean  up  after  .

"  i  base  this  all  on  factual  information  ,  by  the  way  .  the  sheriff  is  one  of  dad's  old  friends  ,  it  takes  a  phone  call  and  five  minutes  to  run  someone's  name  and  know  that  they're  not  a  threat  .  you  need  to  stop  watching  so  much  television  ,  "  he  hums  ,  eyes  rolling  in  the  very  slightest  .  quietly  appreciative  ,  although  he'd  never  really  vocalize  it  .  airy  laughter  parts  his  lips  ,  his  hip  resting  against  the  worn  wood  of  the  front  desk  .  there's  exhaustion  evident  in  his  eyes  ,  the  way  discoration  prickles  at  the  skin  beneath  his  eyes  .  his  hands  busied  for  a  moment  ,  pulling  his  long  hair  into  a  mess  of  a  low  bun  .  his  gaze  narrows  towards  marlene  when  she  speaks  of  reporters  .  normally  ,  harlen  took  stock  of  all  the  ins  and  outs  of  this  town  -  he's  not  sure  how  he's  missed  it  .  "  reporter  ?  since  when  ?  for  what  ?  "

[pastelcheckereddreams]

Stumbled over the Luo Mansion! I’m not sure the pavillion and external building in the satallite image is meant to be in some sort of cluster with the courtyard house, but it’s nice to think that it could be.

This set is located in Hengdian’s extremely popular “Along the River During Qingming” filmbase - named for the famous painting of the same name, by Song dynasty artist Zhang Zeduan. I can’t find an aerial photo that adequately shows the set in situ, but here is an official photo of QMSHT that you might find more recognisable from both WOH and any number of other historical-based cdrama: 

(“Luo  Mansion” is located just out of frame, to the left of the main three-storied building in this shot and the square-roofed building immediately to its left.)