grand finale ~


From Instagram: ariannastill “Honestly, I’m convinced the best of me is the worst of me.”
Last night was the best night of my life and I still can’t believe I saw Frank Iero in real life. I made new friends and I can’t wait to see Frank again because I wouldn’t miss it for the world 🖤🖤🖤 @frankieromustdie 

Snippet of “Oceans”  at Frank Iero and The Patience at 20 Monroe Live, Grand Rapids, Michigan -  November 18th, 2017


Time for the last event of the grand prix! Which really means…time for GPF math!! 

possibleplatypus  asked:

#6 for writers prompt :3

Fanfic prompts~
6) things you said under the stars and in the grass
Characters: Mari and Yuuri
Relationship[s]: Family and sibling bonding
Tags: support and sibling love + sibling-advice

Title: Sunshine After Rain

When Yuuri came home from the Grand Prix Finals, he mostly stayed in his room. Either he laid in bed with headphones snugged over his head, or he hunched over a few sheets of paper with a pen in hand, writing down his previous season’s routine and marking the jumps, the techniques, the emotion he could’ve done instead. Time flowed backwards for no one, and Yuuri accepted that long before he came home. However, it was a reoccurring thought, and Yuuri’s mind liked to replay the fumbles and mistakes. Like stop-motion film, suddenly slowing down before a dramatic fall or when Yuuri had to brace himself before a landing.

One night, instead of tucking himself away for the evening, Yuuri went out and laid in the grass near Yuutopia Hot Springs. The evening dew nestling into his clothes and hair as Yuuri gazed up at the splatter of stars in the night sky. The cool breeze tickling his nose, and Yuuri rubbed it before he sneezed. Out here, without a paper and pen, his mind found its peace. There were no distractions, nothing to remind him of the burning sixth place that he took after the GPF. Because out here in the grass, Yuuri was just another Hasetsu born-and-bred citizen. A dreamer amongst others, slowly chipping their names into something recognizable for the future.

Yuuri shifted his head when Mari came out from the inn and laid next to him in the grass. Well, she sat up and crossed her legs casually, arm behind her back to keep her up while she slouched. A toothpick between her teeth and she moved it around, itching for a good smoke but she held herself back so that she could be with Yuuri. The two sat in silence. For how long? Yuuri didn’t keep track, but he occasionally glanced at Mari and wondered why she was here.

“Nice weather we’re having.” Yuuri spoke first.

Mari shrugged. “Been the same weather for weeks. You’ll get used to it.”

Straightforward as always. Yuuri smiled a bit and diverted his attention back to the stars. Mari watched him carefully from the corner of her eye as she gnawed the end of her toothpick.

“Some days, the weather is cooler,” Mari added. “Some days, the weather is warmer. Sometimes it rains, sometimes it’s sunny, and sometimes it’s both on the same day. In the end, it’s still a nice day.”

“Isn’t rain bad for business?”

“Yeah, but people still come anyway. We can’t do anything about the weather, but Ma and Pa do the best they can with everyone’s support.” Mari pulled out her toothpick. “I think with you around, there’ll be more sunny days.”

September 15

This one is technically not yet history, because at the time of posting, the little craft has about half an hour left to go.  That said, let’s proceed.

In 2017, NASA’s Cassini space probe ended its twenty-year mission at Saturn.  After a nearly-seven-year-long journey there, it orbited the ringed planet for 13 years and just over two months, gathering copious amounts of information about the planet, said rings, and many of its moons.  It landed an ESA probe called Huygens on Titan, the first-ever soft landing in the outer Solar System.  It discovered lakes, seas, and rivers of methane on Titan, geysers of water erupting from Enceladus (and passed within 50 miles of that moon’s surface), and found gigantic, raging hurricanes at both of Saturn’s poles.  

And the images it returned are beautiful enough to make you weep.

On this day in 2017, with the fuel for Cassini’s directional thrusters running low, the probe was de-orbited into the Saturnian atmosphere to prevent any possibility of any contamination of possible biotic environments on Titan or Enceladus.  The remaining thruster fuel was used to keep the radio dish pointed towards Earth so the probe could transmit information about the upper atmosphere of Saturn while it was burning up due to atmospheric friction.

This is us at our best.  We spent no small amount of money on a nuclear-powered robot, launched it into space, sent it a billion miles away, and worked with it for two decades just to learn about another planet.  And when the repeatedly-extended missions were through, we made the little craft sacrifice itself like a samurai, performing its duty as long as it could while it became a shooting star in the Saturnian sky.

Rhea occulting Saturn

Water geysers on Enceladus

Strange Iapetus

Look at this gorgeousness

A gigantic motherfucking storm in Saturn’s northern hemisphere


This image is from the surface of a moon of a planet at least 746 million miles away.  Sweet lord


Vertical structures in the rings.  Holy shit

Titan and Dione occulting Saturn, rings visible

Little Daphnis making gravitational ripples in the rings

That’s here.  That’s home.  That’s all of us that ever lived.

Saturn, backlit

A polar vortex on the gas giant

Icy Enceladus

(All images from NASA/JPL)


Captain’s Log | September 15, 2017

The end is now upon us. Within hours of the posting of this entry, Cassini will have burned up in the atmosphere of Saturn … a kiloton explosion, spread out against the sky in a pyrrhic display of light and fire, a dazzling flash to signal the dying essence of a lone emissary from another world. As if the myths of old had foretold the future, the great patriarch will consume his child. At that point, that golden machine, so dutiful and strong, will enter the realm of history, and the toils and triumphs of this long march will be done.

For those of us appointed long ago to undertake this journey, it has been a taxing 3 decades, requiring a level of dedication that I could not have predicted, and breathless times when we sprinted for the duration of a marathon. But in return, we were blessed to spend our lives working and playing in that promised land beyond the Sun.

My imaging team members and I were especially blessed to serve as the documentarians of this historic epoch and return a stirring visual record of our travels around Saturn and the glories that we found there. This is our gift to the citizens of planet Earth.

So, it is with both wistful, sentimental reflection and a boundless sense of pride in a commitment met and a job well done that I now turn to face this looming, abrupt finality.

It is doubtful we will soon see a mission as richly suited as Cassini return to this ringed world and shoulder a task as colossal as we have borne over the last 27 years.

To have served on this mission has been to live the rewarding life of an explorer of our time, a surveyor of distant worlds. We wrote our names across the sky. We could not have asked for more.

I sign off now, grateful in knowing that Cassini’s legacy, and ours, will include our mutual roles as authors of a tale that humanity will tell for a very long time to come.