Adventure in the Great Wide Somewhere

10 приемчиков, как спасти Новый год от четвероногих хулиганов.

yeah Charon really isn't a moon proper because it's not actually orbiting Pluto, they're orbiting each other!

this means that Pluto and Charon are actually a paired system of orbiting bodies and not a standard planet-moon-system at all, and this is a major reason why Pluto was disqualified from being a planet proper in the first place!

this double-orbit is also a major reason why Pluto's orbit around the Sun is just so unbelievably fucked up.

which, again, is another reason why Pluto got kicked off of the Planets table and had to go sit with Planetoids and Dwarf Planets at the kiddy table.

(thanks a lot, Charon.)

What you need is something called an advanced directive - a will is not going to cut it because that won’t some into play until after you’re buried. The youtuber and mortician Caitlin Doughty has a video about it, specifically as it relates to trans people: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PVgumSUZQRI

His kisses were getting sloppy, fevered, like she might flit away between his fingertips if he didn't keep a firm hold of her hips or his tongue in her mouth. Sansa can't say she didn't like it.

"Mmm," she purrs, pulling away and gazing down at him from her perch, straddling his lap. "You are meant to be packing."

"I'm working my way up to it," Jon rumbles, voice deep and scratchy as he nips at her lips, a strong, warm hand at the back of her neck, urging her back down to him, sending tiny lightning bolts down her spine.

Sansa halts his guidance with a hand to his chest. "Our flight leaves in two hours, Jon."

He pouts. It's not an intentional, cutesy sort of pout but one he just simply cannot help and Sansa can't blame him really. They have to fly back home for Robb's wedding. They have to pretend again.

Jon whines, stretches up to put his mouth to her throat. She swallows beneath the scrape of his teeth and the hypnotic swipe of his hot, wet tongue. "Just one more time, sweetheart," he whispers, fitting that tight hold on her hips again, gently rocking them into a torturous grind. "Please, baby. Just to keep me going."

She's lost - she's lost. She's utterly swept away by him when he's like this.

"Just-... just quickly," Sansa says, relenting, tugging off her t-shirt and returning his hungry kiss. "But you better keep your hands to yourself once we land on northern soil."

Happy 6 Years Critical Role!! 

@ executivegoth i’m having a really bad night and i’m trying to find a reason to live. any advice?

The reply tweet by Taliesin Jaffe (executivegoth) reads:

Actually, yeah fuck it. Here it is:

A few years ago I was in one of my longest runs of severe depression (I’ve had a few) and I decided, “Fuck it. Since I know I can’t live like this for much longer, I’m just going to do all the shit I’m terrified of, because no amount of “fucked up on meds” could possibly be worse than this living nightmare.” I got a therapist who is amazing (took 3 tries). I got on meds, which took 7 different attempts including one that made me super agro, and many where I couldn’t feel any change for weeks. I took vitamins. I went outside everyday, if only for 5 minutes. I failed to do the basic minimum to count as a human A LOT. I told a few of my friends the truth instead of trying to pretend I was okay. Most were helpful as fuck, but not all. 

And after all that and STILL being in therapy I can tell you that getting fully out of depression feels like going technicolor in the Wizard of Oz. My brain wasn’t capable of producing the chemicals necessary to feel actual happiness. It was a car with gas but no oil. Just stuck and tearing itself apart. I know it feels like there’s an external solution to this problem but there isn’t. Plenty of skinny hot people wanna fucking end it. Plenty of hot skinny people are hot and skinny because they are desperately trying to feel human. Respect your biology. Go figure out if your brain is even giving you the biological opportunity to feel good. Then go find a professional to help you clean up the mess, because it cannot be done alone anymore than you can remove your own tumors. I would of crashed and burned HARD before Critical Role ever happened, and could never have imagined the life I have now. 

Accept you might now feel good for a while, but there is a technicolor world, you just have to be open to some heavy emotional work to get there. Love you.

twitter source: https://twitter.com/Al_Naffy40/status/1361419318206947328

THEY REALLY FUCKING STOLE THE REAL GATE OF ISHTAR AND LOOTED IT ALL THE WAY TO BERLIN GERMANY? Truly no words for the level of theivery and evil. and Iraq now has a ~recreation~ while the real thing is in germany

source to back it up https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ishtar_Gate 

Me after pressing on it:

A CONSIDERATE QUEEN who does not want to burn her bf’s flesh (…again) while they make out. 😭💕

What I expected: another sport anime, yaoi fanservice, decent plot/ characters

Meet Elizabeth Anne, a very special black footed ferret. Black footed ferrets are critically endangered; all currently living black footed ferrets are descended from the last seven animals that were taken into a captive breeding program to save the species.

Well, all but one. Elizabeth Anne is a clone of a ferret named Willa whose genetic material was cryogenically preserved in 1988. She is the only living black footed ferret to not be descended from the original seven founder animals, and that makes her a beam of hope for the genetic diversity of the species.

Last year, the same company responsible for Elizabeth Anne’s birth cloned a critically endangered Przewalski’s horse, which you can read more about here.