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
SPIDERPHIL!!! i LOVED Spiderman: Homecoming so much that i decided to do a crossover with @amazingphil as Peter/Spiderman (ofc wearing his famous science pun shirts which made a science nerd like me cry lmao) and @danielhowell as Michelle her character is so gr8 btw i love her which suits Dan very well i think!!
I feel like I need to say something right now, if only because it’s more productive than lying in bed crying and feeling helpless.
Before I begin, I should mention in advance that, due in part to having ADHD, I have genuine difficulty putting my thoughts together in a concise manner, which can lead to very long posts. I understand if that puts anyone off from reading further, as I’m not even sure I know how to express what I’m feeling right now.
As a person, I was raised to be open-minded. I’ve never known any other way to be. I come from a highly LGBT-positive (bisexuality runs on my mother’s side of the family, and my godfather is gay), Democratic family that allowed me to express myself however I wanted, and consume whatever media I wanted (I’ve been watching horror films since I was a toddler, and I’ve been allowed to have facial piercings since age 16, and wear whatever I chose). My immediate family is comprised of people that have known abuse, and overcome it (rape, CSA, alcoholism). We have also been familiar with poverty.
The state we live in–where I’ve spent my entire life–had never gone red until this past election.
Having been born in 1983, I was alive through most of the presidency of one of the absolute worst leaders to ever take office: Ronald Reagan. I lived through both Bush administrations. I remember the “Satanism Scare”, the original backlash against violent video games, and 90′s “political correctness”.
The AIDS epidemic had barely begun. PSAs aimed at children did their damndest to try to reverse the fact that drug use had become “fashionable” in the 80′s, and they practically beat us over the head with them during every commercial break while watching our Saturday morning cartoons. I have seen a lot of bullshit (meaning that I have a lot to compare our current situation to), and always–always–I thought it was from the “bad” guys. The “other” people, with the “wrong” values.
In less than five years, I’ve come to see that bullshit doesn’t only come from one “side”. I’ve become disenchanted with the groups I had placed my faith and trust in for most of my life. I’ve found myself disappointed and irritated with many actions done in the name of the things I believe in. I feel as though we’ve reached critical mass, and that the people I thought were on my side–the “good guys”–bear more responsibility for it than any of them will ever admit.
Can I just ask when the FUCK so many of us on the left turned into the equivalent of yesterday’s paranoid WASP soccer moms and religious zealots? When did we become the racists, sexists, and bigots, pretending those labels don’t apply to us just because they’re aimed at “the other” demographics? And when I say “us” on the left, I’m really not so sure I even want to be here anymore, because it’s become a shamefully toxic and manipulative environment where people actually try to justify threats of death and violence over inane, pointless things that mean fuck all to the world at large. I sure as hell don’t want to be a “right-winger” (because, remember–I was taught those were the “bad guys”), so where does that leave people like me? In the mindset of “You’re either with us, or against us”, being fair and objective isn’t allowed.
When Trump became president, our news media and college campuses became rife with cries of “fascism”. Where? An overcooked yam in a suit that’s (rightfully) been the center of derision and mockery since he became involved in the election? THAT’S what’s threatening you?? I’m sorry, have you never read about the shit Reagan pulled? If you want to know what legitimate fascism is, go talk to someone that lived through Ferdinand Marcos’ rule in the Philippines.
Let’s establish something here: Those neo-Nazis were always here, BUT they had been shamed into hiding. Suddenly, people were throwing the terms “Nazi” and “fascism” around, and these people started feeling more comfortable. Those on the left started advocating for violence to combat mere differences of opinion, and white supremacists felt even more comfortable, because they were being shown that their methods were now socially acceptable.
People on the LEFT created the ideal environment for these people to crawl out of the woodwork, and feel like their belief system is validated and justified. People on the LEFT spouted needless hatred, and gave these political cretins something to point to and say, “See? We were right all along!”. People on the LEFT willingly handed them the kind of antisocial behavior they’ve been dreaming of.
We’re now all experiencing the consequences. If the Democratic Party had given Bernie Sanders the nomination, he would have steamrolled the election, and you all know it. Then where would the “fascism” be? Still hiding. Cowering. Not a single soul would be throwing that word around right now. And no one’s willing to admit that maybe–just maybe–the Democratic candidate we were given could have been the problem. We’ve created an environment where criticism is not allowed against certain people, which makes it so much easier for our trust to be abused.
And it is being abused. We are approaching legitimate fascism, and it’s coming from the complete opposite end of the political spectrum. This is where the careless throwing around of serious terms comes into play, as even the slightest criticism is enough to have a person labeled “alt-right”, or even “a Nazi”. All this does is make actual neo-Nazis and white supremacists believe they have more company and support than they actually do. If you’re not ashamed and embarrassed as hell about all of this, then, well…you’re probably not the type that’s even read this far in the first place.
I don’t know what else I can say that I haven’t said in pieces before. All I can say is that I’ve lost faith in a lot of people. Nearly ALL people. And for someone that used to be very cheerful and social, I feel as though a part of me has been taken away. Many of us are forced to be distrustful, even when we’ve nothing to hide. When the bar for what is deemed “socially unacceptable” keeps being lowered, how long before it reaches you? And when will the limit end on what we consider “hate speech”? When you turn valid criticism against needless violence into “hate speech”, how long before it reaches those “vent posts” and “critical” blogs? Because I’ve legit seen someone use the term “hate crime” because someone else didn’t ship the same two fictional video game characters together, and if you think those things are comparable, you are completely proving my point.
On Ke$ha’s hit 2010 song, Blah Blah Blah, she says “zip your lip like a padlock”. I never even questioned this 7 years ago but I’ve been thinking about it lately. It makes no sense. Padlocks don’t zip.
To all my overachievers who don’t get praise from parents and loved ones anymore because it’s just expected of you to do well: I’m proud that you passed that test, I’m happy you graduated with honors, I love that you try your hardest all the time.
I know sometimes the lack of support and encouragement from those whose opinions matter the most to you can be disheartening, but keep pushing through and being the amazing person you are.
Why are some “leftists” so hellbent in betraying one of the ideas that was at the left’s core since its beginning: secularism. How can you call yourself a leftist and defend theocrats over free thinkers?
Please someone explain; I don’t understand this pro-”religion in the public sphere” left and I want no part in it.
Sidney and Geno are dating, but one day they have an argument. Maybe it’s over a dumb penalty one of them took, and Sidney is chewing Geno out for it, and that led to Geno accusing Sidney caring more about hockey than their relationship. Sidney is mad enough to be in tears (how could Geno ever think that of him?) as he storms off to their bedroom and slams the door shut, and Geno is still pissed so he sleeps on the couch.
Then Geno wakes up in a universe where not only does he still play for the Pens, he’s the captain. But Sidney is nowhere to be seen. In fact, no one’s ever heard of Sidney Crosby. He begins to panic.
“You just fuck with me now,” Geno says to Flower. Tanger and some of the rookies give him a nervous look. “No, really, where Sid. Not funny anymore.”
“We don’t know who that is, G,” Phil says. “Really.”
He’s about to have a panic attack when the Pens PR suddenly come up and ask if he’s ready to go deliver the season tickets. Geno, in a daze, lets him kind of guide him wherever, and soon he’s on his way, with the team and the Pens admin, to a little suburban house.
Geno does not want to deliver tickets, but he knocks and he’s ready to kind of shove the tickets at them and leave. Then the door opens and–
“Oh my God,” Sidney says. He’s in jeans and a Malkin jersey, but it’s Sid, his Sidney, not missing or dead and oh God, he’s right here. “You’re Evgeni Malkin. You actually came.”
“Sid,” Geno whispers.
He’s about to pull Sidney in for a kiss when a little boy peeks out from behind Sidney’s leg. “Dad, that’s Geno,” the boy says in wonder.
Geno watches, stunned, as Sidney picks up the boy and kisses his cheek. “This is my son,” Sidney says, smiling broadly. “Come in, come in–”
And Geno is led into this bizarro world where he meets Sidney’s fucking husband, the rest of the kids, Taylor, and Sidney’s parents, and he has to pretend that he isn’t losing it watching his boyfriend live a suburban life. Apparently, in this universe, Sidney had not played hockey after Shattuck. He went to university in Pittsburgh, married his college sweetheart (the football captain, to be exact. He’s handsome and tall and friendly, and it’s clear that he adores Sidney. Geno hates him immediately), has three kids with him who all adore the Penguins, and teaches at the local elementary school. And it’s breaking his heart watching Sidney live this perfect life, and knowing that he has no part in it.
anyways i want those angsty movie scenes where Geno keeps asking Sidney out on not-dates. It’s getting late, and Geno’s driving Sidney back home after yet another dinner.
“Sid, wait,” Geno says, as Sidney’s unbuckling his seat belt. Sidney looks at him in question. “Don’t go yet.”
“I still have some papers to grade–”
Geno covers Sidney’s hand with his, in one bold, sudden move. “Please don’t go.”
Sidney looks stunned, then pained. “Geno,” Sidney says softly. “Geno, I think I know what this is.”
“I have a family,” Sidney says. “You’ve been–you’re an incredible hockey player–and–and a wonderful friend, I mean–you’re Evgeni Malkin–”
“I’m show–” Geno fumbles with his phone, which miraculously had all the photos from his world. Photos of his Sidney kissing his cheek, of them lazing around after workouts, Geno and Sidney’s happiest moments.
He presses play on a random video, startling Sidney into freezing as in-video Sidney’s voice asks cheerily, “Geno, what should we do on your Cup day?”
His name is up there. He’s the only Harry in this group. His eyes land on Louis, who swallows thickly. He gives Harry a small smile, brows raised a little. Harry is not dancing a solo. He’s dancing with the boy, who he never remembers. How the hell can he ever get anyone’s attention, when he doesn’t have any connection with this guy. - Or the one where Harry and Louis are students at The Juilliard School of Performing Arts and are dancing in the same group. Harry never notices Louis, the boy who is a year younger than him, mostly sticks to himself and practices hard (or that’s what Harry thinks). Louis on the other hand always sees the confident and focused Harry. Now they’re paired for a duo performance and they have to make it work, even though Louis’ eyes are towards London and Harry’s are towards a career after graduation, which he thinks he can only get with a solo performance.