some of my favourite absolutely SICK facts about the trappist-1 exoplanets:
- theyre all very close to one another and to their star, so the length of a year on them varies from 1 to 20 DAYS
- since they’re so close, the star appears a lot bigger than our sun from earth, and from one planet you could easily see the rest, some would even appear bigger than the moon from earth. you could literally see the surface of another planet with the naked eye!!!
- they’re probably tidally locked to their star like our moon is locked to earth, meaning only one side of a planet ever faces the star, and on the other side it’s always night. the sun never sets or rises on any of the planets
- the star is red, so the sunlight is red/orange, meaning if, for example, plants were to grow there, they could be black
and that’s just what we know now, imagine how much cool stuff we have yet to discover about the trappist-1 system
Somewhere in a dark room, a male Tumblr artist draws a girl. But this is no ordinary girl that he is drawing. You see, the girl he is drawing in this work in particular has slightly bigger boobs and hips than the girls he usually draws. With one deft stroke, he bravely erases her thigh gap; a selfless act of martyrdom to the fat women everywhere who so desperately needed his help. At last, some REAL representation! Their voices can finally be heard! He gently brushes the eraser shavings off of the picture and holds it up to the light, but does so carefully, so as not to uncork the lightning he had just captured in a bottle. As he looks upon his drawing the way a mother looks at her newborn child, he takes a moment to reflect on the monumental societal impact he has made. A single tear rolls down his cheek as he lovingly proclaims “thicc.”
Since the time of Galileo, man has built bigger and better telescopes to pierce the veil of time and space. With your latest invention, you can even see past the Big Bang itself, into the space beyond time, a feat which you will now demonstr- Oh. Oh dear. This can’t be right at all.
Adore we’ve actually got to the point where victor’s able to recognize such
little quirks in the other boy, he understands him to the point he knows
when to stay quiet. He knows, when it’s better to just watch over him
instade of distracting the boy, when the other has something in his mind.
YOU SEE, THE INTIMACY THESE TWO SHARE HAS TO BE BIGGER THAN WE COULD
EVER IMAGINE, IF VICTOR’S GOT TO THE POINT HE CAN UNDERSTAND YUURI, JUST BY LOOKING AT SOME OF HIS ACTIONS.
This not only shows how much the
russian man cares for yuuri, but how much thought he puts when it comes
to the other man’s actions. How much he has come to understand
from watching him everyday since they started living together.
VICTOR LOVES YUURI WITH ALL HIS HEART, TREASURES HIM TO THE POINT HE KNOWS
WHEN THE OTHER BOY IS ANXIOUS, HAPPY, ABOUT TO CRY… HE UNDERSTANDS WHEN
THE OTHER BOY HAS COME TO A DECISION, WHEN HE IS DOUBTFUL ABOUT HIS
ACTIONS, WHEN HE IS THINKING ABOUT SOMETHING IMPORTANT.
He has come to
understand parts from the other, that may not even be that clear for
Draw big! The bigger you draw the harder little imperfections will be to see when it’s sized down for your online platform of choice!
Use a high stabilizer setting if possible! I use sai’s stabilizer at 15! This will smooth out the lines a bit if you have shaky hands like me!
Rotate your canvas if you’re having trouble! Sometimes a particular part of your drawing will be easier to line if flipped upside down or at a 90 degree angle!
Use lots and lots of layers! That way you can erase without worrying about erasing other bits of lineart!
You will draw the same god damn line over and over again, and it will fill you with hate until you finally get it to look right. This is why I hate lineart. I hate it so much kids. I hate it, but these tips help make it somewhat bearable.
To all the writers below, there is a wattpad user who goes by @themkpopsmuts who is using your smuts on their account. Now they claim to have asked for permission, but other people have had their work taken by them without asking.
I have gone through and tagged all the accounts identified for getting her “permission” just in case she is indeed lying about it. I know that this has sadly become a huge problem lately, but it’s not only bigger writers that can be targeted, so please, be sure to check every once and awhile to see if your stuff is getting stolen.
Concerning the baby possum post: Why mustn't you offer food or water to them? (I don't know the first thing about opossums, sorry if the answer to this is really obvious)
It’s generally a really bad idea to try to feed any baby wildlife because it’s highly unlikely you’ll be able to give them something with the correct nutrient concentration (and yes, this includes using kitten formula and goat milk, don’t do it). Wildlife rehabbers often talk about seeing animals coming in starving to death with stomachs full of cow milk.
With a marsupial like a possum, it’s really hard to get it right because most marsupials’ milk concentrations change drastically in reaction to the suckling stimulus from the babies. When they get bigger, they suck harder, and suddenly the milk has more protein and less fat (as a random example). You’d be really unlikely to get the nutrient balance right, and they’re so tiny they can’t afford to be ingesting the wrong stuff. Better to let them be hungry so they can be fed the appropriate food ASAP than try to help and accidentally kill them.
Some Things Kent Parson Has Said to the Rookies While Drunk:
1. “My cat is more beautiful than all of you ugly fuckers combined and if you don’t think so then everyone can suck it and get out of my house,” then proceeded to cry into a random rookie’s arms for no particular reason.
2. “I just want to eat cereal out of the Cup again. I ask for so little–” (”Parser, you said if your future spouse doesn’t buy you a ring with a diamond that’s bigger than your face, you’ll blow your brains out.”) “……Get out of my house.”
3. “See that guy over there? I’m going to climb him like a tree. Hold my drink.” (“No, Parser–”) “If I don’t come out of the bathroom in ten minutes, assume that I’ve died by dick–” (“Jesus, I’m taking you home.”)
4. “Fuck, I have to dance. It’s Britney. This is my moment.” (”Kent, please don’t–” Kent slaps the rookie’s hands away.) “My loneliness is killing me–don’t fucking touch me, James–”
(Post-bar hopping. A rookie is petting Kent’s hair, hoping that he’ll go to sleep soon, but Kent shoots right up for a brief moment.)
“You guys are the best teammates a guy can ask for. Thanks for taking me home. Please don’t leave me alone. I love everyone. Except you, James. But only because you used all my Nutella and put the jar back. You think I wouldn’t notice? What the fuck, man.”
BONUS +1, at the Parson-Mashkov wedding: “You know, the diamond he got wasn’t the size of my face. But that’s okay, because he’s got a huge–” ( “Okay, Parser, we know, your husband has a huge fucking dick. Congrats.”) “What? No. I was going to say, ‘huge heart.’ You fucking sickos. Stop thinking about my husband’s penis.” (”We weren’t.”) “It is pretty fucking big though.” (”God, Parser, why would you–” All rookies and Kent chug their drinks.)
My absolute favorite response to Daron Nefcy’s Wall of Gay, via reddit:
“She must of did this just recently since some are rather new. I’m surprised it’s not starco heavy I think I only see two and it’s a gender bent one and marco in princess gear. Unless the wall is way bigger then this.”
There’s nothing funnier than confused cishets who Just Don’t Get It.
“We’re young. We’re supposed to drink too much. We’re supposed to have bad attitudes and shag each other’s brains out. We are designed to party. This is it. Yeah, so a few of us will overdose or go mental. But Charles Darwin said you can’t make an omelette without breaking a few eggs. And that’s what it’s all about breaking eggs! And by eggs, I do mean, getting twatted on a cocktail of Class As. If you could just see yourselves! It breaks my heart. You’re wearing cardigans! We had it all. We fucked up bigger and better than any generation that came before us. We were so beautiful! We’re screw-ups. I’m a screw-up and I plan to be a screw-up until my late 20′s, maybe even my early 30′s. And I will shag my own mother before I let her… or anyone else take that away from me!”
Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.
Paring: Bucky x Reader
Words: 930 ( I promise nex part is gonna be bigger)
You barely slept that night; you couldn’t relax your muscles neither your mind.
You packed and repacked your suit case five times; you watered your house
plants and read a book about a girl who relived the day of her death over and
weren’t ready to spent six days at your hometown, when you looked at the clock
was 5 a.m. and you had a flight to catch in 6 hours. You took a long shower
letting the water wash your worries away, after that you cleaned your apartment
one last time.
still have one hour to spent, you lay on your couch hopping that you can take a
quick nap but no. Your conversation with your mother keeps playing in your
Okay, so I am DM'ing a campaign and my players are picking up a package from a black market merchant. I've built this package up to be pretty ominous an dangerous, but I don't know what the package is...help?
Skin that can transform to look like any human, and sound like them despite being made of only skin. No eyeballs. No vocal cords. Its smart, tricky, and can grow larger by taking more flesh from others.
A [item] that is actually a lich’s phylactery. The package gives off bad luck and gives villagers a sense of dread.
The package has a small opening for food. You cannot see inside of it. You are given several packages for food. You are to give one a day [or however often you want]. Each serving gets bigger and bigger until the last one, which is a butchered body. The thing inside the package has no troubles getting everything through the small opening. [could be an ooze, a quickly growing hatchling, etc]
A large number of cockatrice eggs. Touch them with your bare hands, you turn to stone. You crack any eggs, they hatch and cause chaos.
A meteorite. It hums. It whispers to those around it. It can control metal objects within 30 meters, so long as the metal objects aren’t held by a player.