Stop Romanticizing The Moon

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what a nerd

It was a little worrying to see Gaster so blank looking. At first, Callisto had thought he’d tell them it was a silly idea; that there was no way they could guarantee that they could find anyone else to come back with them, that they couldn’t even guarantee that they weren’t just using this to get out of the Underground scot-free.

Callisto felt their heart leap at how excited Gaster was, smiling widely as he bounced. A genius. They were a genius! It made them bounce a little too, though less animated than Gaster. Not having to think of anyone else dying for this was making them feel a lot better--and knowing Asgore didn’t want to kill them was relieving.

They laughed as they were lifted off their feet, wrapping their arms around Gaster’s neck and hugging him tightly in return. Burying their face in the crook of his neck, they let their laughter collapse into joyful giggles.

“You don’t h-have to repay me,” They managed to splutter out, “it’s what friends are for!” They squeezed their eyes shut to avoid getting dizzy, though it was a little late for that.

The thought that all their poorly-executed backyard experiments would be a thing of the past, though, was extremely excited nonetheless. And not having to put out the money for a telescope would be nice, too.

For a minute he was entirely devoid of expression. Gaster blankly blinked at the child, his mind processing their plan.

“Callisto…You’re a genius!” All at once the scientist all but bounced with elation, laughter bright and buoyant, wistfulness lost in light of the thought of freedom.

“I’ve never thought of that before! No one has! With all that’s happened, no one’s even considered a human willing to set us free, but you, Callisto, you are a genius! An absolute genius!” He was gesturing passionately, a myriad of other hands popping up and following along in fervor. “No one else will have to die and we’ll be free to see the stars and feel the wind! Asgore must listen to you, dear young one, he must! He loathes the death of others more than any monster, you know.”

Gaster snapped his fingers at a sudden thought; the hands behind, beside, and all around him snapped in sync. “We’ll have to study a bit of course - cold, hard facts will convince anyone that your plan will surely work - but I’m certain it would work!”

Again, he laughed, the joyous sound resonating throughout the bundles of echo flowers, and twisted around to face Callisto once more. “And once the barrier is no more I’ll give you a telescope! One made by myself - it’ll be better than anything money could buy, I promise you. Oh, dear child, you have no idea how happy this makes me!” 

With hardly a second thought Gaster plucked Callisto off the ground and spun them ‘round and ‘round, mirth warm in his grin. “We’ll go star gazing together! I can always assist you with any lab equipment, and anything else you need! It’d be the least I could do to repay you, once you set us all free!”

hurt meme.

“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”

“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”

“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”

“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”

“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”

“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”

“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”

“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”

“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”

“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”

“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”

“i fucked up, why do you not care?”

“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”

“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”

“i have no idea how to do cpr.”

“whose blood is that?”

“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”

“don’t you dare fucking let go!” 

“what the hell happened to you?” 

“are they dead? did you kill them?” 

“do you know what you’ve done?” 

“you’re either with me or against me.” 

“who the hell did this to you?” 

“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…” 

“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?” 

“when was the last time you ate?” 

“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!” 

 “i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.” 

“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“ 

“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.” 

“are you… throwing up in there?” 

“why aren’t you eating?” 

“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.” 

“i can’t breathe, i can’t –” 

“i woke up, & you were gone.” 

“just tell me something, was it really worth it?” 

“it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”

//2, 6, 16 (man I want to send so many you don't even know~)

no easy answer; accepting2. You meet a man who has killed someone and done time for it before. Does this factor into how you treat him? Will he ever truly escape that sin?

“Well, if I’m honest, it does. It’d make me feel nervous and threatened, and I’d certainly treat him differently. I don’t think that the majority murderers deserve a second chance, though... It does depend on the situation. I would be a lot less afraid of someone who killed in self-defense, for instance. Maybe I’m answering this wrong, but... I’m being honest.”

6. If you tell the truth, an evil person gets to walk away free. If you lie, you may be able to send them away like they deserve. Is honesty worth more than justice?

“I--uh, I don’t lie to well. I don’t know. I don’t know. How evil are they? If they would hurt anyone if I let them go, or if the evil things they did hurt people, I’d lie. I’d try to lie, probably.”

16. Have you ever contemplated killing someone? Who and why? Would you ever act on it? Are you frightened you might?

“Do we h-have to talk about this?” There’s a long pause.

“I got startled... I was... I was scared. I didn’t have time to contemplate. I just--I...” That wasn’t answering the question.

“I don’t want to hurt anyone. But if I had to, I would. I have. I’m scared I’ll do it again, yes.”

you shall have peace when the stars arrive.

@ the undertale fandom

can we talk about some things for a moment? i’ve been noticing lots of things within a lot of the community lately, and i’m starting to get sick of seeing them. i’m gonna put this under a read more since it might get long. also, things may not be ordered well, i’m just talking about various things.

warning for: - ship hate (soriel) - sort-of character hate (sans)

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Ganymede May Harbor ‘Club Sandwich’ of Oceans and Ice

The largest moon in our solar system, a companion to Jupiter named Ganymede, might have ice and oceans stacked up in several layers like a club sandwich, according to new NASA-funded research that models the moon’s makeup.

Previously, the moon was thought to harbor a thick ocean sandwiched between just two layers of ice, one on top and one on bottom.

“Ganymede’s ocean might be organized like a Dagwood sandwich,” said Steve Vance of NASA’s Jet Propulsion Laboratory in Pasadena, Calif., explaining the moon’s resemblance to the “Blondie” cartoon character’s multi-tiered sandwiches. The study, led by Vance, provides new theoretical evidence for the team’s “club sandwich” model, first proposed last year. The research appears in the journal Planetary and Space Science.

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