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[o-wise-corvid]

One of my kids: “Ms. Spacegeneral, do you have a boyfriend?”

Me: “No, I don’t think I want one at the moment either.”

Other child: “You need to go buy you a husband.”

Fresh off the shelf. The latest model. Not the Walmart brand; the NAME brand. I howled, needless to say.

[trollocs-ooc]

SPACEGENERATOR IS DOWN NOOOO

[damescarletaznable]

I was going to write a reflection post on the passing of Carrie Fisher, but my emotions got to me too much yesterday. I remember that day when I heard the news debating if I wanted to go to Viva Las Vegas or Celebration...I just had revisited the Thrawn trilogy the night before...12/27/16 was one of those nights where I had to take a few deep breaths to reflect on how much how both a fictional character and an advocate for mental health had impacted me in my most turbulent years. Rest In Peace, Carrie Fisher. 📷: @otiscaseyphotography #starwars #carriefisher #cosplay #animeboston #alderaanbase #princessleia #starwarsfan #forcefriday #starwarscosplay #spacegeneral (at Anime Boston) https://www.instagram.com/p/Br8M52sjZsv/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1r8q8p7qyolzg

[o-wise-corvid]

Two days with no food was nothing unusual. He had been here before. But it was with the prospect of hunting or a waiting meal… and there was none of this now.

The princess’ blood still stained his armor, rusting it… he could not summon the energy to care. He would not need it anymore. He would never again use it to protect.

His kind were fearsome warriors, sought after by royals for not only their prowess but because of the fear they set in the hearts of anyone who beheld their faces. Demons, some called them. Monsters. Spirits of violence given flesh. No orc, elf, dwarf, or otherwise would pint themselves to even remotely hold up against the natural markings with which the knight’s people were born.

But none of that mattered now. Now, women and children shrank from him in the street. He couldn’t even enter the temples to explain his plight. It was over. All the hard work and time and careful building of trust… gone. Wasted. Only for him to freeze to death in the mud, alone, hungry… a failure.

“Uh… hello? S’m one there?”

The knight’s head snapped up and he squinted into the rain; he’d thought he was alone in this alley. “Who goes there?” he rasped in the direction of the soft voice.

A girl, barely taller than his leg, limped into few, one hand trailing on the building against which the knight rested his back. She was filthy. Visibly malnourished. And her eyes… milked, silvery white. She was blind.

“Who’re you?” she asked, coming closer. “You don’ talk like anybody from ‘round here.”

“I… was a knight.”

The girl paused. Then her brows pulled together. There was a scar on her cheek, under her right eye, that pulled as her expression changed. “Why ain’t ya guardin’ sm’body?”

“My charge was killed. I have been disgraced.”

She came closer until the knight was sure she’d trip over his outstretched legs. But she didn’t. Standing over him, she frowned even deeper in his general direction.

“Did you try to help her?”

“Yes,” the knight answered mournfully. “Her father trusted me… it… wasn’t enough.”

“M’sorry.”

He looked up at her. And she was sincere, he could see it written on the pale, gaunt features. So unlike the girl he had guarded. Her face had never looked so concerned. She’d been a decent girl but… spoiled. Still, it was a loss… she had not deserved to take the arrow meant for her father.

“Th… thank you.”

The girl nodded. “Y-you hungry? Come in here,” she urged, pointing to what looked like a solid wall.

“I… what?”

The girl approached him, pushing his shoulder to make him move. Her hands met metal plate and she paused. “Oh. Y’gonna have’ta get outta that.” Then she hooked her dirty nails into the edge of a board and pulled. The board shifted, as did the next one; a secret entryway. But she was right. The knight would have to shed his armor… his entire life was in this armor…

But… but he was cold. Hungry. And whether or not the knight wanted to admit it or not, he was invested in this small girl. He wanted to keep talking to her. So, he obeyed, shucking the metal plates and mail, until it was just him in his tunic and breeches and boots; the knight followed the girl inside.

There was no fire. No light. But it was dry. And that was a vast improvement. A mat of straw and cloth scraps took up one corner. A few rocks and bits of wood scattered nearby, a box settled near what must be her bed. The girl opened a box there and took out a half-loaf of old, hard bread.

“Been keep in’ it dry. Here. Have half.” She dug her fingers into the stale crust and yanked off a chunk. Then she held it out in front of her. The knight stepped closer, water dripping off his arrow-straight nose as it made its way down from his horn-crested scalp.

“Thank you. Little one.”

“Welcome.”

And they set to eating.

“What ya gonna do now? Get another job?” The girl asked as she gnawed on her meager meal.

“I cannot find work. I… If you could see me, you would know why.”

She frowned at this. And then her brows lifted in realization. “Oh. Oh you’re one of the spirits that they talk about in the tavern!” But she didn’t sound scared. Just interested. “Y’seem right nice to me. Dunno why people make such a deal over it. Orcs’ got tucks. Elves got them ears. People are different.”

The knight smiled at her. She couldn’t see that but maybe she knew anyway. Because she smiled too.

“How come you to be in this place?” he asked, tearing a bite off the bread with his sharp teeth.

“Always been here,” the girl replied. “Temple helped me a while. Then a couple families. I know this place. I can find my path here.”

Once the meal was through, such as it was, the girl stood and wrung her threadbare tunic out away from her bed. She gave a shiver though and coughed a little. The knight’s heart pricked; cold and wet didn’t go well together for humans.

“If you are cold, we could… Mm. Sit close.” The suggestion felt awkward in his mouth but it was nobly made. No harm would come to this child while he was near. That was for sure.

The girl listened and wrung her hands a little. “Mm. I am. But… not used to… being close.”

“Neither am I.”

She waited a moment. And then stepped toward where his voice had come from, a hand outstretched. The knight lifted his out toward her and both flinched when the girl’s bony fingers ghosted over the knight’s large palm.

“Cor. You’re a big one, ain’t ya?”

The knight chuckled, despite himself. “Either that or you are simply small.”

She gave him a “oh that’s hilarious” look but let him guide her over to his side, where she huddled with another shiver. Then she burrowed in a tad closer, enjoying the warmth of another person. “So, uh… we friends, Mr. Knight-man?”

The knight let his arm fall around the girl. Something about the way she was curled up beside him felt… good. Wholesome. Comforting. “I think I would very much like to be.”

The girl yawned. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

A disgraced knight wanders the slums after failing to protect the princess in his charge. Astonished by the selflessness of a blind child, he begins to contemplate why knights must exclusively pledge themselves to nobles.

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[catblip]

Was asked to help out with the logo for @spacegeneration European Student Forum. Here’s my cleaning and redesign for ESF 2019 in Leicester, UK, that is now on their website!

Some insight into the symbolism:

🌸 Leicester flower represents the city

🐎 The horseshoe is the link between the city and the host University

🛰 Leicester University is a lead on the BepiColombo mission to Mercury

✨ The stars are the same type that appear on the SGAC logo

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[ciophoto]

Day 250 of 365 - Apollo 11, man on the moon 49 years ago today. Neil Armstrong stepped out on the surface of the moon at 10:39 pm EDT 49 years ago today. Apollo 11 landed on the edge of the Sea of Tranquility near the center of this photograph of the moon I took in January 2013. The second image in the set is marked with the approximate landing site. I chose this picture because it is close to moon phasing we would see today if it wasn’t so cloudy. #365blackandwhitechallenge #apollo11 #moonlanding #moon #manonthemoon #49yearsago #spacegeneration (at Sea of Tranquility, Moon)

[neptune9-blog1]

#OlayinkaFagbemiro, written by astronaut Frank De Winne. Also the signatures of astronauts Dirk Frimout and Scott Kelly. And the signatures of Rector of universite and te sing and Dean faculty sciences. Blue image of ISS signed by De Winne, Pesquet, Kelly and Nasa astronaut Anna Lee Fisher, first mother in space one moonmap signed by De winne, frimout, charlie duke of apollo 16, alexander Gerst of Germany. Second flight on jun 10 this year, Andre Kuipers of Holland. BE is Burno Ernst' the greatest space populisor in Belgium. Founder of the first public observatory in Netherlands and Spain. 92 years! The other moonmap signed by; dimitru prunariu of Romania, ernst Messerschmidt of Germany, ulf merbold of Germany, Andre Kuipers of Netherlands, Frimout, Mike Foale of the UK, Jean-jeaques Favier of France(met this guy in person😍)and Claudy Haignere both France! #iss #europeanspaceagency #esa #mikefoale #andrekuipers #jean-jeaquesfavier #Claudyhaignere #ulfmerbold #dimitruprunariu #spacegeneration #spacefam #spacegen #space #moonmap #moon #moonlight #scottkelly #scottkelly⭐🚀🌌🌠 #alexandergerst #annaleefisher #burnoernst #dewinne #charlieduke #dirkfrimout #OlayinkaFagbemiro #astronomy #astronaut #telescope We say thank you.

[exploremars]

Repost from @spacegeneration using @RepostRegramApp - Mars, here we come! We’re very excited about @NASA InSight lander meant to study the Red Planet’s surface 🔍

[o-wise-corvid]

For anyone who is planning on having children or are about to send kids to school. When your kids are dismissed. They do not materialize beside your car. It takes time. To leave. The classroom. Or the dismissal area. To get. To you. 😳

[damescarletaznable]

Happy Force Friday! "Will Somebody Get This Big Walking Carpet Out Of My Way?" Modeling for @elhofferdesign was a dream. I’ve been published before but I haven’t walked the runway. It’s mostly because model calls called for taller and size 6 or below. Thank you to @elhofferdesign @legeeksochic @msbernadetteb @comicconla for the opportunity! Hope to do more of these at local cons! 📷: @conwomanphotography #leia #princessleia #disneybound #starwars #leiaorgana #spacegeneral #geekfashion #geekchic #geekbound #forcefriday #model #comicconla #losangelescomiccon https://www.instagram.com/afelineofspectre/p/Bp9xV1ogoqo/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1nh777b4blkos

[artstationable]

Emile Chauvin

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[o-wise-corvid]

One little girl’s been hanging out in my class to help ease her out of her separation anxiety. One of my little girls just took her hand and took her to play. She’s having more fun than I’ve seen her do since I’ve known her. I’m so proud of the little one who just “you’re coming with me now.” So proud.

[o-wise-corvid]

Kids will just do wiggly, stimmy because the urge overcomes them and I think some of that should be encouraged. Spit water. Do a spin while walking. Scream. Scribble a pencil down to a wooden nub with absolute rage on a piece of paper. Kick a wall.

[o-wise-corvid]

One of my students: “You’re a cat lady like a cheesecake!”

Me: ????