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[sudden-stops-kill]

july 2023 ☀️

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[intermundia]

Jupiter is a gas giant on which storms can grow bigger than Earth itself. Jupiter’s thunderstorms can produce lightning bolts 10 times more energetic than anything recorded on Earth.

Most of the flashes on Jupiter lie beneath thick ammonia ice clouds. But the most powerful storms break free, soaring to the edge of space.

Jupiter receives just four percent of the sunlight that reaches Earth, too little energy to account for its ferocious lightning storms. But looking at the planet in infrared reveals a different source of energy. Jupiter is radiating heat, almost twice the energy it receives from the sun.

Because Jupiter has so much internal heat that’s trying to escape, in some places, enough energy is released by condensing water that ice crystals are swept up into the ice clouds above.

Here, ammonia acts as an antifreeze, allowing thunder clouds to grow to more than 35 miles tall and lightning to strike at minus-150 degrees Fahrenheit.

Jupiter is slowly cooling and has been over the entire age of the solar system. And as it’s cooling, the entire gas giant is slowly shrinking. And as it shrinks, it’s relinquishing that energy that was left over for when Jupiter was born. That’s enough to power the gargantuan storms that we see.

Solar System: Storm Worlds on NOVA

[kinardscake]

The hold that Tommy Kinard has had on me for the past 2 months. Unmatched.

[planetvries]

🪓🧡🏹

[cirrus-grey]

From everything she said it sounds like Celia doesn't know the apocalypse was reversed so like. She was absolutely prepared to sacrifice Sam to a full-on Fearscape to stay in this dimension.

[mofsblog]

Random idea: Oscar knows how to play the organ (because. gestures. religious school upbringing). Him and Arthur duet together or maybe they try to teach the other their respective instruments. Alternatively, Arthur has a negative association with organs because of his religious trauma and Oscar helps him by giving him a new association with him

[mariocki]

Gareth Thomas returns - still running a car hire service, now inexplicably called Tom Lewis - in Public Eye: The Bankrupt (6.1, Thames, 1972)

[thatsrightice]

HARRY CROSBY NEEDS A HUG

The following passages are excepts from Harry Crosby’s memoir, A Wing and a Prayer:

“I was getting tired of losing all my friends.”

…

“"Did all my friends get back from pass?" I ask.

No sound. I know something is wrong. He is trying to figure out how to break the bad news.

I come in quick. "Did some of them have a permanent change of station?"

"Yes, all but one."

All but one! That means that maybe twenty planes got shot down.

The weatherman breaks the code. "Egan's gone. Your old crew is gone. The whole group is gone. The only one who came back was that new crew in the 418th. They call him Rosie."

I drop the phone. I can't believe it. Brady, Ham, Davy and Hoerr, all gone. Cruikshank gone. Old southern-boy Murph, gone.

All my friends. Every crew who went through training with me in the States is gone.”

…

“Since I was not flying on missions, life at Thorpe Abbotts should have been easier for me.

It wasn't.

As I look back I think the losses were beginning to get to me.”

*it only gets worse under the cut*

…

“I don't think I worried so much about getting shot down myself.”

…

“If I got shot down, I wanted to be well dressed, with all my ribbons on display. When I went into the air, I felt the weight of the whole world on me. What if I screwed up and missed a rendezvous and left the 100th unprotected? What if I had been the lead navigator at Münster, or on the bad Berlin raid? All those losses attributable to me?”

…

“I should have felt better.

But I didn't.

Everyone else seemed to have a life that had limits. They either flew their missions and went home, or got shot down. Kaput.

With me it went on and on.”

…

“If I got shot down I wouldn't have to worry about the war anymore.”

…

“Life on the base was not easy.

At Thorpe Abbotts, we didn't lose men only on missions. We lost them on bicycles, as Americans tried to cycle home at night from the pubs. Dark. No lights. Into a culvert. A broken shoulder bone.

We lost crews when we shouldn't have lost them.

A pilot going up to slow-time an engine after it was overhauled was busy looking at his instruments at the head of the runway. He began to roll just as three other planes came in from a practice mission.

Crash. All four planes piled into each other. Only two men killed.

On one mission, with an experimentally heavier bomb load, three planes could not lift off and smashed into the revetment at the end of the runway. All crews lost. Thirty human beings.

On another occasion, seven planes piled into each other as they all tried to land at once. Five men killed and seven planes salvaged and cannibalized. Carnage.

This was getting to me.”

…

“As a second lieutenant on Brady's crew, I was eager, unsure of myself, navigating by keeping my eyes on the plane up ahead. As a first lieutenanant on Blakely's crew I was still eager and unsure of myself, but I was in the plane up ahead. To do my job, I almost tore myself in two. Missions drained everything out of me that was in me. As a captain Group Navigator, I was still eager and unsure—no planes were in front of me, and the missions still took everything out of me. When I got out of a plane after a mission I was so exhausted I could hardly walk. I smelled so much of sweat I left my flying clothes outside my barracks to air.”

…

“Then the crew went home.

And another batch of my friends were gone.

On the Russia Shuttle I had come to know Bucky Mason, the pilot from Texas who flirted with Maja Krootz, our vivacious interpreter. As a command pilot he was highly respected by my navigators. He went out on what was to be his last mission—and did not come back. The whole low squadron got blown out of the air, and none of them were in the formation that flew, after the mission, over the control tower. As I stood there waiting for them, two planes ran into each other on the runway. They blew up, killing nineteen men right in front of me.

It wasn't only that my friends were gone. The spirit was gone.

The laughter. Ham, Brady, Warsaw, Crankshaft, Solomon, Murph—always good for a laugh—were gone. Under Darr Alkire and Chick Harding as Group Commanders, anything went with the 100th and it did. When Bucky Cleven and Bucky Egan were setting the tone of the 100th, there was dash. There was derring-do. Flying the war was an adventure.

Now, under Bennett and Jeffrey, we were doing what we should have done. We hit targets and we lost fewer planes.

On missions almost no one wore a white scarf. The flamboyance made the war endurable. Now it was gone. The 100th was a quieter place.

On the twentieth, we sent the group to Merseburg, and they got smacked by the worst flak barrage until that time. As we waited for them at the control tower, we counted. Eight missing.

Hard on me.”

…

“I remember my friends, those who made it through and those who did not. I remember the tragedies, and the horror, but I remember the laughter.”

[frogayyyy]

anyway my point was kind of that some people seem to think that just because there are canonical queer characters and relationships in media now, it means that we don't get to acknowledge the fact that there weren't before

looking back at things through a modern lens doesn't magically make all the subtext and the historical context suddenly disappear or mean nothing

[shalomniscient]

natlan 5.1 was batshit insane but i won't deny cookery when i see it. last 1/3 of the archon quest is just brilliantly done in my opinion, from writing to level design to soundtrack. just genuine excellence

[glimmeringtwilight]

Hi there, I hope you're doing well 😭 ❤️

I don't mean to bother you with this so please ignore if it makes you uncomfortable, but I was wondering if there's any Dottore piece in the works or if you're planning any in the future or something (any crumb will do KSNDJDBEHSJ) I love your writing and have been reading your fanfics a few times aha :"D

Have a good day, and I hope this doesn't come off rude! p(^-^)q much love!

In the works I have the Dottore halloween fic (one of the drafts I'm eyeing rn) and a modern au one as well!

My phone notes are kinda filled with incoherent concepts and rambles about him bc for the longest time I'd get ideas right before bed, or I'd wake up at 2am for some reason and I'd have Inspiration lol

Most of those are either too short or incoherent to really share, or I intend to actually turn them into fics at some point. I do have one that I'll share though bc I'm unsure where/what to use it in since it's mostly just dialogue... idk

"None of what you're doing matters," You tell him.

"Oh?"

"You're human. And even if you manage to carve the humanity out of yourself, to become a god... to what end? Nothing is forever."

His smile is slow, purposeful. "Perhaps. Does it bring you comfort, then, to know that none of this matters?"

When you don't answer, he continues, standing up to take the seat next to the operating table where you lie, instead. "To know that you've suffered for nothing?"

His fingers tap playfully against your sternum, over freshly bandaged sutures, and you hiss in pain. He smiles wider.

It did, you think. Not the thought that your suffering was pointless-- malicious and cruel for the sake of itself-- but the thought that he'll be forgotten with time, as all things are. But there's a glint in his eye now, a look you don't like. The sentiment turns to ash on your tongue, souring in your chest.

"I think I'll take you with me," He says, after a beat. "Since it doesn't matter, in the end."

A tear slides down your cheek and he clicks his tongue, wiping it away with his thumb.

"I need you to understand something," He tells you as he stands from the seat again, going back to what he was doing on the other side of the room, "I will never let you go. Do you understand? You will never see the light of day again. This lab will be the last thing you'll ever see."

Dottore must see the disappointment in your eyes. He clicks his tongue again, feigning sympathy. "But perhaps if you're good, I'll bring you something from the surface. As a reward. Now be quiet; these next tests don't require you to speak, and I don't need your input."

You feel numb.

[warhead]

[mxtxfanatic]

Have you ever read "The Shade of Old Trees" by Kryal on ao3?

I genuinely think you might enjoy it, the characterization is top tier and the author's notes go heavy into details on why they made this or that decision. It was all incredibly good, well thought out, well researched, and with not an ounce of fanon to find.

I’ve read it, and while I initially enjoyed the story and the long author’s notes, I found it very toothless in its critique of anything substantial despite the author bringing up major issues in the modern world, themself. It also felt like their understanding of China and its history came straight from one of those 5-minute info-videos that’s half American state propaganda and pretend like the history of modern China begins in 1949. Finally, they also fall into the trap of softening Jiang Cheng’s character in the final confrontation with the excuse that “jc wouldn’t actually want to kill wwx!” despite that being what he literally did and tried to do again in canon. I appreciate them writing through their logic, but that doesn’t mean I’ll agree with the leaps they take simply because they’ve explained why they’ve made them. Great start, weak finish.

[puppppppppy]

Do you think you’ll ever do art commissions?

^^

im not really sure. art commissions would let me work at my own pace and make money on the side, but im worried of things thatll get in the way

firstly im more used to drawing for myself. ive drawn other ppls characters and fanart, but those are on my own whims and pace and i dont have to negotiate things with anyone. drawing for someone else can be helpful since i work best with instructions, but im not very keen on doing things im not interested in and i might be hard to work with

i also avoid using online payments when i can, so im apprehensive around making online transactions. etransfer policies arent very kind to artists and theres also the risk of disclosing my personal information

given the industry im going into, im aware that im gonna have to figure out how to tackle these sooner or later, and maybe then ill be confident enough to manage commissions. but right now its fuzzy

[mortysmith]

doubt ill ever finish this, but ghost and mosca yayyy