#lunar perigee

[kateeorg]

Guys

GUYS

Remember how Ashley Johnson was in Recess as a kid? And they made a feature-length movie?

Remember THIS scene?!

That makes Critical Role Campaign 3 the SECOND time Ashley Johnson has had to deal with a bad guy who wanted to mess with a moon during a major astrological event!

The parallels are actually uncanny:

Both villains:

Are petty, vengeful, and power-hungry,

Plan to get rid of something sacred (the gods vs. summer vacation)

Have beef with an authority figure the heroes are familiar with (Raven Queen vs Principal Prickly)

Are leaders of a secret conspiracy that is years in the making, one with potentially devastating consequences for the world beyond the scope of the plan (moving the moon during lunar perigee has the potential to not just get rid of summer vacation, but full-on send the world into another ice age).

Matt. Be honest. Was this whole Ruidius plan secretly inspired by Recess???

#critical role #bells hells #ashley johnson #recess #recess school's out #recess the movie #ruidus #the moon #apogee solstice #of corse the recess kids somehow managed to be more successful at preventing an apocalypse than a bunch of adventuring adults... #dunno what that says about BH #lunar perigee #Youtube #fearne calloway #gretchen grundler #parallels #critical role parallels

[jaideepkhanduja]

Full Pink Moon: Origin, History, Folklore, and Scientific Significance

The Full Pink Moon is an astronomical phenomenon that takes place once a year when the moon is at its fullest and brightest. This particular full moon is also known by several other names, including the Sprouting Grass Moon, the Egg Moon, and the Fish Moon. In this article, we will take a detailed look at the Full Pink Moon, including its origin, history, folklore, and scientific…

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#Astronomy #binoculars #Egg Moon #Fish Moon #Full Pink Moon #lunar cycle #Native American folklore #perigee #Sprouting Grass Moon #telescope

[andejoe]

Jngyi loved teaching humans. Truly. Most of them were problematic in their own ways, but he loved being able to help shape them into beings that wouldn’t destroy the galaxy. One of his favorite lessons was teaching humans that sometimes there was no way to ‘fix’ something. Humans needed that lesson. They tried to fix everything, and sometimes made things much worse.

Jngyi gave his students the task of ‘terraforming a planet for habitation’. The goal was to give students a planet that could not be terraformed so they would admit the planet is undesirable and thus accept defeat. Most of the time, even humans would admit a planet would require too much money or effort to change or that attempting terraformation would damage the planet beyond survivability. Ganix was the planet assigned to the more stubborn or supercilious students.

The planet Ganix is unsuitable for life, any life. Most of the planet’s surface is covered in black water, both colored and contaminated by the ash of overactive underwater volcanoes. The excessive ash in the water choked any wildlife that had the misfortune of trying to live there.

What land exists isn’t even dry, instead covered in large patches of marsh. The three seasons observable from a safe distance fluctuate so quickly and harshly that these marshes freeze over and melt in a matter of days, effectively destroying any flora that tries to survive.

While it’s hard to call anything a ‘flood’ when the planet is mostly water to begin with, the tides still completely cover what little land exists when the lunar cycle reaches perigee for a full day every standard two weeks. The climate is no easier to deal with. Rain carrying enough ash to coat the ground, ice falling like rocks, or the excessive heat that accompanies the ‘dry spells’.

The planet isn’t even able to be terraformed as the unstable tectonic plates would fracture and cause even more geological disasters. Which is exactly why Ganix had been classified as uninhabitable and used only as a way point for those whose nav systems broke down.

Jngyi felt very confident that Millie, Elan, Rene, and Brenden, his four most human students, would come to the same conclusion.

The report Rene handed in for the group was over 20 pages long.

“This is quite the long report for what should be a very short sentence,” Jngyi stated.

“What do you mean a short sentence? Just setting up appropriate farm land takes up three of those pages. Elan wanted to write five but we convinced her to shorten it down.”

Jngyi quickly scanned his eyes down the first page of the report. “In our research, we have discovered terraforming in its current meaning is not required for habitation. What do you mean?”

Rene glanced at Millie, who nodded encouragement.

“Well, we don’t believe you need to alter the planet to adjust its climate or structure in order to live there. We believe that it’s possible to adapt to the circumstances available with a little bit of outside supplies.”

Jngyi slapped the report down on his desk. “The assignment was meant to make you admit defeat, not write nonsense to make you sound clever.”

Brenden stepped forward next to Rene. “We didn’t make up stuff! Everything in the report you haven’t bothered to read yet will work.”

Jngyi stared at the upset boy. “You cannot be thriving members of the galaxy if you cannot admit you are incapable of something. Ganix cannot be terraformed. The last attempt at it is what set off the underwater volcanoes to begin with. It is beyond repair and thus is not sustainable for life.”

“Well we say you’re wrong,” Brenden fired back.

Jngyi tried to remember that these were children, mentally unformed and unable to refrain from stubbornness and stupidity. “It is not just me. You’re saying the galaxy is wrong. You’re saying that you four know more than every species, human included, who’s tried to live there before. Even you must see how-“

Millie cut in. “What if they are?”

Jngyi paused to let the eager child’s words register. “What if what? What if the entire galaxy is wrong? How can you ask that?”

“You always teach us that the galaxy is always changing and it’s important to adapt. Well, what if this is another change just waiting to happen? What if they’re wrong?” Millie reasoned.

Jngyi shook his head. “It’s not the same thing. I’m sorry, but you’ve failed this assignment.”

Brenden started to say something, but Rene spoke up faster.

“Will you please read the report before making a final decision? You might change your mind.”

“Fine. I will read the report. But tomorrow the grade will be submitted.”

The four humans left Jngyi to read in quiet.

Jngyi put off reading the report until after dinner. He regretted that decision when he reached page two and had to start contacting other experts. Jngyi knew some earth history, but floating gardens and sun shades and buoyant cities were beyond his working knowledge. Certainly his students had done their research.

By the time the four humans regrouped in his class, Jngyi had a virtual group of his own. Experts in survival, plant growth, microbiology, construction, watercraft, and climate all watched the students enter the class. Each expert had their own copy of the report, along with their own research on the planet itself.

“Prof J, what’s going on here?” Brenden asked.

“Your plan is insane, arduous, possibly nugatory, but it may be viable all the same. I’ve gathered together some experts to question your tactics. If they agree that this could work, they will add their expanded knowledge to your concepts and we will submit this to the terraformation council for further review. If you do well today, this could well allow all four of you entrance to whichever field of study you desire after basic schooling.”

Jngyi motioned for the children to sit down at their seats. Each desk had their report and a pad to pull up more research during the debate.

“If you need a moment to ready yourself, please take it. We begin in fifteen minutes.”

——————————————

Deidre, the expert human on the terraformation committee, looked up from her itinerary. “Hey Kleri, why is Ganix on the schedule for the next meeting? I thought this planet had been deemed unlivable a long time ago?”

Aide Kleri nodded. “Yes Madam Deidre, you are correct.”

“Has something changed?”

“Apparently some teenage humans received the planet as a homework assignment.”

Deidre laughed, cutting off whatever else Aide Kleri would have said. Kleri waited until Deidre calmed down.

“Madam Deidre, why is that funny?”

“Because Kleri, there is nothing worse than a human teenager with a good idea.”

#humans are space australians #humans are space orcs #humans are weird #humans are deathworlders #humans are dumb #ganix #a couple of asks gave me this idea #I’m still gonna get to the asks later #but I wanted to write this first

[just--space]

A Jewel on the Flower Moon : Cloudy skies plagued some sky watchers on Sunday as May's Full Flower Moon slipped through Earth's shadow in a total lunar eclipse. In skies above Chile's Atacama desert this telephoto snapshot still captured an awesome spectacle though. Seen through thin high cirrus clouds just before totality began, a last sliver of sunlit crescent glistens like a hazy jewel atop the mostly shadowed lunar disk. This full moon was near perigee, the closest point in its elliptical orbit. It passed near the center of Earth's dark umbral shadow during the 90 minute long total eclipse phase. Faintly suffused with sunlight scattered by the atmosphere, the umbral shadow itself gave the eclipsed moon a reddened appearance and the very dramatic popular moniker of a Blood Moon. via NASA

#NASA #space #astronomy

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

‘If you can’t handle me at my apogee you don’t deserve me at my perigee’

i am not a lunar girlie so i only vaguely know what you mean gimme a minute on wikipedia

Askbox is closed for new requests, I'm recording these old ones on the to-write doc

#added to notepad

[apod]

2023 August 30

Full Moons of August Image Credit & Copyright: Gianni Tumino

Explanation: Near perigee, the closest point in its almost moonthly orbit, a Full Moon rose as the Sun set on August 1. Its brighter than average lunar disk was captured in this dramatic moonrise sequence over dense cloud banks along the eastern horizon from Ragusa, Sicily. Illuminating night skies around planet Earth it was the second supermoon of 2023. Yet again near perigee, the third supermoon of 2023 will also shine on an August night. Rising as the Sun sets tonight this second Full Moon in August will be known to some as a Blue Moon, even though scattered sunlight gives the lunar disk a reddened hue. Defined as the second full moon in a calendar month, blue moons occur only once every 2 or 3 years. That's because lunar phases take 29.5 days, almost a calendar month, to go through a complete cycle. Tonight an August Blue Moon will find itself beside bright planet Saturn.

∞ Source: apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap230830.html

[chairteeth]

Okay but consider: ASTRONOMY LESBIANS

This specific post is going to be me gushing over the astronomy potential Touka and Nemu have with each other and why it makes me feral, it's more me pointing out some things than any actual analysis. Still, here you go, have fun!

So, this is the thesis: Touka is the sun/day and Nemu is the moon/night.

First of all, night and day are intrinsically connected. The sun's light gives the moon its glow during the night and the moon remains present and visible during the day, if a little harder to see in the full light of the sun. The former sounds an awful lot like how Touka gave Nemu visibility to the general public through the website for her books and continues to do so on the regular, dutifully, and the latter is to me the same effect as any scene they're in together; everyone in-universe and outside of it always pays more attention to Touka, because she's the more boisterous one, louder, etc. The radiant sun, too bright to ignore compared to the soft glow of the moon.

Now, I love the moon's effect on the oceans on Earth. Its control over the tides is due to its gravity being strong enough that the tide is pulled slightly closer to it. If you look at when the tides are highest, you'll see that tides are always highest when the moon is directly overhead, but there's also another high tide on the opposite side of the planet. If you mapped it out, you'd get this oval shape of the tides, where a "tip" of the oval is always pointing at the moon. Well guess what, the SUN also does this! It's just less noticeable, but it's why low tide doesn't always happen when you think it would. And since they both do this, their effects can be combined! This is why the highest of tides always occur around full and new moons, with the effects being even stronger during lunar eclipses, and with solar eclipses being the strongest of them all, which probably added to the effect of ancient civilizations freaking out during them cause the tide was so high, it just added to the chaos of the sun being blocked out too. Tides are highest about the full and new moons because that is when the moon and the sun are lined up. Gee doesn't that sound familiar and like it could apply to a certain pair of idiots who work really well together (as per Ui's words).

Here's a helpful visual gif for the tide thing and some quotes from the National Ocean Service:

Together, the gravitational pull of the moon and the sun affect the Earth’s tides on a monthly basis. When the sun, moon, and Earth are in alignment (at the time of the new or full moon), the solar tide has an additive effect on the lunar tide, creating extra-high high tides, and very low, low tides — both commonly called spring tides. One week later, when the sun and moon are at right angles to each other, the solar tide partially cancels out the lunar tide and produces moderate tides known as neap tides.

And as a fun extra:

Once a month, at perigee, when the moon is closest to the Earth, tide-generating forces are higher than usual, producing above average ranges in the tides. About two weeks later, at apogee, when the moon is farthest from the Earth, the lunar tide-raising force is smaller, and the tidal ranges are less than average. When the Earth is closest to the sun (perihelion), around January 2 of the calendar year, tidal ranges are enhanced. At aphelion, when the Earth is furthest from the sun, around July 2, tidal ranges are reduced

So like. I don't think I need to point out the moon's distance from the sun and its effects here. Now let me go to something else: Touka and Nemu have a dual unit, the attribute of which is darkness. Here's a tidbit about it that I yoinked from another post:

Your pupils contract in response to visible light, but not all of the sun’s light is visible. During an eclipse, your pupils widen because it’s dark, but there’s an outer layer around the sun that mostly only puts out light that’s not visible to us, but that can still damage your retinas. Thus, looking at an eclipse makes your pupils open up like it’s dark, which lets more of the invisible damage beams in. The sun doesn’t get a critical multiplier on its damage when HP is low. Equipping the moon gives the sun a bonus to backstab.

And then I pointed out the dual unit and its attribute, like an eclipse. Such an apt metaphor. Now, this isn't all, though the astronomy rant is far less connected and organized than the other more essay-ish posts, but I just wanted to cover at least some of the bond things before I yell about why each of them fits their assigned astral body/time so well. Actually... Let's consider the solar wind for a second.

So, for those with less astronomy knowledge, here are the basics. The sun releases a continuous outflow of particles and radiation that we call the solar wind. The solar wind washes over the planets, moons and other bodies in our solar system, and every object, planet or person traveling through space has to contend with this. Our moon in particular has the scars (or bad tan) to prove it. Ever wondered what gives the moon that distinctive pattern of darker and lighter swirls? That would be the sun over there. Or, well, research suggests that the solar wind and the moon’s crustal magnetic fields (bubbles of "sunscreen") work together to give that pattern. See, here on Earth, we’re largely protected from the damaging effects of the solar wind, because it's magnetized, therefore Earth’s natural magnetic field deflects the solar wind particles around our planet so that only a small fraction of them reach our planet’s atmosphere. The moon however has no global magnetic field. It's magnetized rocks near the lunar surface that create those small, localized spots of magnetic field that I referred to as "bubbles of sunscreen" up there, because they kinda are acting like sunscreen by deflecting solar wind particles on a much smaller scale than Earth’s magnetic field. The surface of the moon isn't really made of "just rock" (it's called regolith, actually), and so as those particles flow toward the moon, they are deflected to the areas just around the magnetic bubbles, where chemical reactions with the regolith darken the surface. And there is Something To Be Said about this, something intimate about it... Something something accepting every part of someone else, something something being permanently marked and irreversibly changed by another (I've called them twin flames before)...

Here are some points to consider, particularly for Nemu:

They spend more time under the light of day (Touka, early riser, "rise with the sun" is very likely literal for her since she gets up long enough before school time to have more than enough time to do Things as per her quotes) vs awake at night (Nemu habitually staying up late to read and write, we have many lines about it particularly from the quotes, and a visual from the anime).

Nemu has been depicted dramatically in front of the moon twice, once in her intro in Arc 1 Chapter 7 and once in the anime, I believe final season's first episode? The flashback, right after they put Ui in Mokyu and have the whole exchange about it on the roof of the hospital.

In relation to the phases of the moon: as the moon goes around the Earth, different parts of it are illuminated by the sun, and we see a different amount of light reflected back at us, and I have decided that relates to how Nemu adapts seamlessly to whatever Touka's mood is because she just knows her that well (gestures vaguely at that sunset scene in Touka's MGS or any of the other times when Nemu knows it's not the right time to take a jab at Touka and so on and so forth), but honestly there's a huge number of gay interpretations of it. AND it's accurate to the way Nemu acts as a Magius, kind of, when it comes to the Feathers at least. People normally remember her as the Magius who was kindest to the Feathers (full moon, brightest guiding light), but she was also the one doing the brainwashing, giving the massacre orders, and delighting over her suggestion of using the Feathers as a shield (new moon, known as the dark side).

Feelings of being neglected/ignored/not noticed by passersby or people around her could be related to how the new moon is, literally Not Visible™️ to the naked eye except when it is silhouetted against the sun during a solar eclipse (COUGH). Plus, you could argue the fact that people love Nemu most when she's giving them something (light, full moon).

In terms of giving, let's hop over to Touka for a second:

The sun is constantly giving off energy. Light, heat, life. It's quite impossible to forget the sun is there, unlike the moon (or well it's more like you always sort of actively notice the sun, but not the moon due to its subtler presence). Aligns pretty well with Touka's.......... everything. Including the compulsion to take center stage. There is nothing else in the sky besides the sun during the day, it is alone in the heavens save for the subtle presence of the moon, which nobody else notices.

Then there's this post which I will quote here:

Big fan of sun motifs in characters not necessarily being about positivity and happiness and how they're so "bright and warm" but instead being about fucking brutal they are. Radiant. A FORCE of nature that will turn you to ash. That warmth that burns so hot it feels like ice. Piercing yellow and red and white. A character being a Sun because you cannot challenge a Sun without burning alive or taking everything down with them if victorious.

ALIGNS PRETTY WELL WITH TOUKA DOESN'T IT. Almost a little bit too literal in some senses! Being bright and warm does apply to her as well, mind you, she's bright in the intelligent sense and to some extent the temperament sense (though she is a lot less bright than she pretends to be with the very eerie cheerful mask she likes to wear), and she's warm and nurturing towards the people she cares about. Speaking of warm and nurturing, the sunlight makes plants grow, Nemu is a forest attribute in-game and has forest magic, nurtured by the fire of the sun (Touka, a flame attribute magical girl with the corresponding fire magic).

I've compared these two to binary stars in a fic before, but I really love their sun/day and moon/night possibilities! You can even interpret a few things like this:

Under a scorching sun, you are blinded, and in deserts caused by its rays you are likely to experience hallucinations, mirages. I can relate this to Touka's mask-wearing habits, for example. The sun is unyielding and you will never escape its effects completely no matter how hard you try. It's what allows life to exist and simultaneously also a force of destruction, much like fire itself. I could go on a related rant about how TouNemu's attributes really really fit them- I will stop myself before I do however.

Back to Nemu's side of things again. The night is often considered the most dangerous time of day pretty much everywhere around the world, but that's not quite right. It's because the night is obscured in darkness, quiet, secretive. You cannot know the night. It's fully possible that something will jump out at you at any point (assuming you're out and about), and you can never be 100% sure that nothing will. You have a higher chance of slipping, and good god if you've ever been outside in bumfuck nowhere with no lights around in the mountains or something on a new moon, you know very well how difficult navigation becomes without the moon's guidance

But, the night, especially in the East, is often considered shelter as well (from what I've gathered). The quietness aspect is retained over there, but it's seen in a more positive light, and the different attributes of the nighttime are more appreciated and respected compared to the West, in my experience digging into stuff at least. The night can easily be what soothes people after enduring the flames of the day. Whether literally because of the heat or just because for most people, daytime is work time, it's Getting Things Done time. Nighttime has always been more… for the self, to relax and to think. More intimate. Humans don't really work according to nature these days, but pieces of it are still present in how the night remains much quieter than the day, in how a teenager might feel safer, more raw and more connected with their true self in the dead of night on their phone under the covers than at any other time of the day, etc. It's a time of rest for a majority of living beings. Slower and less hectic than the daytime.

"What about those who are up at ungodly hours of the night still having hours-long conversations?" That's meaningful. It's necessary for the human mind, for our hearts. That's rest. It constitutes a "shelter" for the people in question. Those convos I'd bet are not about work or about stressors in their lives, but rather about things they find genuinely interesting and/or things they love. Or, alternatively, venting, yes, but even that counts as "unwinding" and reaching something closer to peace.

There's also something to be said about how Touka relies on Nemu so often (she says as much in her regular Tap 8 quote), and looks to her for guidance like the sailors of old looked up at the night sky for directions. Nemu is drawn to Touka like the moon is affected by the sun's gravity, and Touka loves her and studies her (she REALLY pays attention to Nemu, as I've pointed out before) like humans have always studied and observed the night sky.

AND also Touka = lantern, light. Nemu = sleep. Just saying.

COUGH. Yes. So. This has been my series of thoughts on TouNemu astronomy lesbianism. I'm pretty sure you can see how each point relates to the characters pretty clearly.

#magia record #nishiposting #tounemu #nemu hiiragi #touka satomi

[pinkkinoko]

Side head cannon , because billy grew up in a toxic house hold he probably doesn't celebrate birthdays , it be cute to see Eddie ( or any other pairing ,idk I just love billy ) ,but that they would have a surprise party for Billy's birthday ,but something goes wrong , like billy starts swinging and accidentally knocked Steve out - just a thought and I love your work 💚

Billy was born eight days after the vernal equinox, a time when the tides were much larger than usual, a colder season not suited for surfing, but great for staring into the horizon as the sun touched the water. His mother wasn’t great at explaining science, or astronomy, but she used to love telling him about the way the sun’s distance affected how the ocean surged onto the shoreline, about how the vernal equinox was a time when the moon and sun worked together and exerted their influence on the waves. His mother would tickle Billy’s feet, mimicking the ocean, and tell him he was her little sunshine, always pulling her towards him.

Before, when his mom was still around, and they still lived in Cali, she would take him to watch the waves during the equinox. They’d talk about the moon and the sun, and he’d tell her about lunar perigees and apogees at the tender age of seven, giggling at her look of wonder as she exclaimed: “how can my little sun-star be so smart!”

Those were the years when they would still celebrate his birthday, when Neil would begrudgingly go to buy a crappy little ice cream cake from Baskin-Robbins and they’d sit at the table and blow out the candles after his mother tried coercing Neil into singing the titular song. It was always a day filled with tense smiles, but his mother did her best to shield him from the strife of her marriage, at least for one day.

Billy never really liked his birthday because of that, he knew his father hated having to be in a good mood, being told to “Just be nice for one day, Neil, please! It’s your son’s birthday for god’s sake!” So yeah, Billy kind of hated his birthday if he was being honest, everyone always had to make an effort for him, it’d be better if they never did anything at all.

He liked the equinox better, the day when his mom would make some small excuse to go out to the beach, Neil would roll his eyes at her little “hippie shit,” but would take an excuse to have the place to himself for a bit. That day was “for mommy and her little sun-star.” She said that on the equinox, she went out to see the tides, and felt his little feet kicking up a ruckus in her belly, told him he was meant for the sea,

“I felt you kickin’ and I just thought, my little surfer’s gonna be riding waves as soon as he can stand! I think you were already practicing in my belly, perfect form and everything.”

She would laugh that special laugh of hers, the one that sounded like a seashell wind chime—mid-toned and comforting—and hold his hand as they made their way down the beach.

Then she left, and Billy never celebrated his birthday again.

Well, Neil did keep it up for a bit, but it was always an excuse to make Billy do something he didn’t want to.

He’d gift him a bat and a baseball, take him out to play until his hands hurt and he was crying, just for Neil to silently squeeze Billy’s small wrist and whisper to him that he “didn’t raise no pussy for a son.” Billy’s cheeks would be hot with tears in the mild spring weather, and the other mothers at the park would stare at him as if he were doing something bad, as if that’s why he was crying and not because his wrist felt like it was going to break. Even back then, everyone always thought he was the monster; Neil was good at that, turning people into monsters. He turned his mother into one too, made her into an ocean that never felt the pull of the sun anymore.

Neil always made Billy’s birthday about him, it was never about Billy, it was about turning Billy into the kind of man he wanted.

But once Billy was in middle school, Neil stopped. He said a boy his age “didn’t need no goddamn presents. The world doesn’t hand out lottery tickets just for being born, you make something of yourself or you don’t get shit.”

Billy didn’t mind, it meant he didn’t have to keep getting bruises or beatings wrapped in fancy paper, lashings that spelled out the word “life lesson” across his back with black leather.

That was one thing Neil got right: if he wasn’t getting it for himself, he didn’t need it. Billy wasn’t going to celebrate birthdays anymore, if he wanted a girl, he’d flirt his way into her panties. If he wanted that blue Camaro, he’d work his ass off for three summers until his hands stung from grease burns and his knees felt like they would buckle from never sitting down; and if Billy Hargrove wanted to feel like he was the sun pulling the waves, he’d ride up to Hawkins high blasting that sweet music and swallow every last drop of acrid beer he could until they crowned him king.

But then Eddie Munson happened. Ratty, crazy, freaky Munson from Forest Hills trailer park, with his dumb as shit grin, and his stupid black nails. Billy hated the freak, hated how he’d smile at him and make fun of the basketball team, tell him he was just an attention whore who “thinks he has life figured out because he’s cool enough to go to parties and toss balls into laundry baskets—and get rewarded for it!—but you’re the real freak, Hargrove.”

He can’t stand that Eddie Munson doesn’t bend to the sun, doesn’t pull towards him like the ocean or stare up at him like a sunflower, he just bores crazy eyes straight at him and sticks out his tongue.

Billy tries, those first few months, to fuck with Eddie, to trip him in the halls and stiff him for weed when he goes to buy some, just to get a leg up. But Eddie always dodges, like he’s used to people being out for him, always slips out of reach when Billy makes a move for the plastic baggie in Eddie’s hand. The shit-for-brains fails almost every math and science test he takes, and trips over his own two feet even when sober, but as soon as someone tries to pull the wool over him he’s suddenly Harry-Fucking-Houdini, master escape artist who sees bullshit coming from a mile away.

Then Billy catches him in the showers the one time he comes to gym, he’s sore and took most of his anger out on Harrington that day, so he just throws Eddie a compliment about the tattoos he’s got. Says they’re nice, and Eddie stutters, explaining how some of them were inspired by certain songs, and Billy gives a little smile at the musical references and says “that’s cool.”

It didn’t mean anything, he was just tired and feeling nice from the water, but he sees Eddie just kind of freeze up. He looked like a baby puffer fish, big black eyes and this dopey, tight-lipped smile, and suddenly Billy wasn’t feeling so nice anymore. So he tries something, he slams a hand into Eddie’s shoulder and watches as he slips and falls flat on his ass with a yelp. Billy feels like he’s on top of the world for a moment, smirks at him with that particularly cruel smile he knows gets the guys riled and the ladies hot.

“Plant your feet next time, Munson.”

From then on, things change, Billy notices he can make Eddie blank for small periods if he just gets sweet with him here and there, throws him off with talk about his nice rings or flashy guitar work.

Before he knows it, they’re sucking face after Billy goes and watches him play and Eddie buys him a drink. Fast forward a couple months and they’ve been going steady long enough for Eddie to make nice with Max, who says Billy’s gotten “way less shitty since he started playing that dumb nerd game with you.” So he probably shouldn’t have been that surprised when he goes to Eddie’s trailer one gloomy March day and all the lights are off. He shouldn’t have gotten so freaked when they suddenly turn back on and Eddie’s right in his face with a kazoo hanging from his mouth, but he is.

He’s freaked, because it’s a day like any other in this shitty mud-slick town that’s gotten just a little less fucked now that Eddie’s in his life, so there’s no reason for people to be in his face making noise. Billy regrets the arm that shoots out and clocks Eddie right in the nose as soon as it makes contact, can hear the silence and small gasps that fill the room from Max and her friends, who were finally starting to warm up to him.

He wants to do something, to apologize, even just to say “what the fuck?!” but when his eyes fall on the 29 that’s circled in red on the calendar that Max is holding, he freezes.

Max didn’t know about his mom, didn’t know about the equinox or how he was born to surf, didn’t know anything except that “birthdays are for losers, Max, if you want something, you make something of yourself or you don’t get shit.” She must’ve thought he’d changed.

Billy also thought he’d changed, even if it was just a little. But maybe he really was the monster.

Billy still wanted to think he was the sun, wanted to hold onto the seashell wind chime that tickled his ears and his feet, the one that told him he was born for the ocean. Instead, he felt like the bottom of the sea, the place where light didn’t shine and beasts swam, that deep unknown that was crawling with other-worldly malice.

Steve and Robin, who’d also stopped by, took the kids home after that. Billy just walked to Eddie’s room without saying a word and looked for the first-aid kit.

He tried to help fix up Eddie’s face, who protested a bit saying “it’s just a scratch, it doesn’t even hurt!” But who flinched as Billy’s hand came to touch the bridge of his nose.

Billy couldn’t really hold it in after that, he felt those hot tears on his face again, felt Neil’s hand close around his thin, eleven year-old wrist, and he wanted to scream and say that it hurt. He wanted to tell Neil that he was going to break him, the same way he broke his mother, but maybe he’s already broken because he’s staring at Eddie’s freaked-out expression and seeing Neil’s fist in his mothers face. Billy can’t stop crying even as Eddie wipes at his cheeks and tries to ask so carefully—so softly—what was wrong.

But that’s exactly what was wrong, Eddie treating him so tenderly, like he was dangerous; he must’ve been scared Billy was going to punch him again, hit him, take his anger out on him like a monster—like Neil.

He’s pushing Eddie’s hands away and yelling about how it isn’t his fault, because somehow, someone has to know; they have to know that Billy Hargrove was born for the ocean, that he was made to surf, that he was born eight days after the vernal equinox and he has the sun in his hair and the ocean in his eyes. Someone has to know that he’s a fucking sun-star that got stuck in a tide pool that’s about to dry up, that he’s not a monster.

That he’s not his father.

Even after all these years Billy has to cling onto the words of the woman who looked at him like she’d never be able to resist the pull of his little hands, even after she left, because she was the last one to ever look at him like he meant something.

But then Eddie is getting up and leaving, and Billy can’t even hold onto him, he can’t even stop fucking sobbing like some girl who just got left at the altar, and he wants to kill himself before he does something worse; he’s about to make a run for the door when Eddie comes barreling in with a bucket and he doesn’t even have a moment to be confused before getting a face-full of salty fucking water.

The bed is soaking wet under him and the salt prickles his mouth and eyes because shit that’s too much salt, and then Eddie is yelling at him, looking manic while holding onto an empty bucket just inches from the bed.

“I’ve never had a fucking fish, and I don’t know what the fuck a sun-star is, but I’m going to guess it needs salt water and I’m not about to let you shrivel up and die in a—a fucking, tar-pool!!!!”

The poor rock-headed idiot is heaving large breaths and looking so fucking crazy-concerned that Billy can’t help just fucking laughing, laughing so hard he thinks he might throw up.

“Eddie what the fuck is a tar-pool? I said tide-pool, you’re such a fucking birdbrain!”

And then Eddie is laughing too, and now he’s got a damn nose bleed from all the commotion and neither of them can even give a shit anymore, they just stay there like a couple of crazies who escaped from the looney-bin.

The rest of the day is just whittled away eating ice cream and watching horror films, Billy slowly opening up about his mother and his birthday, and Eddie just listening.

They make out, they fuck, life goes on. Eddie promises he won’t give him another surprise like that, and the gang come around the next day and they all go out for pizza. They laugh about how hilarious it would’ve been if Eddie had swallowed the kazoo he’d been holding in his mouth when Billy punched him, Dustin mimics someone choking, interspersing poorly-practiced kazoo noises into the performance while Eddie tries to protect his honor. Nobody calls Billy a monster, nobody talks slow and quiet to him, everybody just keeps treating him like the same asshole-in-recovery they always say he is.

The following year, Eddie gives Billy an anklet, a small silver chain with a starfish on it, and he doesn’t give it to him on his birthday, he gives it to him on the 21st of March—the vernal equinox. Billy wears that anklet the entire summer while he works as a lifeguard, makes sure to only wear flip-flops or go barefoot just so he can show it off.

Eddie isn’t the ocean, but he still makes Billy feel like the sun.

#pk's mushroom patch #mungrove #billy hargrove #lmao I cried while writing this😳 #fanfic #pk’s library

[merelygifted]

Rare 'blue supermoon' — the biggest and brightest full moon of the year — rises Aug. 30 | Live Science

The biggest and brightest full moon of 2023 will rise on Aug. 30, and its strange name deserves an explanation. Called a "blue supermoon," it is the result of three lunar phenomena happening at once.

The "blue" supermoon's name has nothing to do with the moon's color. In fact, it will actually be orange. The blue supermoon gets the first part of its name for a different reason: It's the second full moon in August.

There are two types of blue moon. The August blue supermoon falls into the first category: two full moons occurring in the same month. That's occasionally inevitable; a new full moon rises every  29.5 days. Given that the Sturgeon Moon occurred on Aug. 1, 2023, the Aug. 30 full moon will be a blue moon. Blue moons of this type, called "calendar blue moons," occur roughly every two or three years, with the next one occurring on May 31, 2026, according to timeanddate.

The second type of blue moon, called a "seasonal blue moon," describes the third full moon of four during one astronomical season. This occurs when a calendar year has 13 full moons instead of the typical 12. (A lunar year — 12 orbits of Earth by the moon — takes 354 days, while Earth's solar year is 365 days.) The next seasonal blue moon, which also happens every two or three years, will occur on Aug. 19, 2024, according to timeanddate.

So, where does the second part of the name come from? A supermoon occurs when the full moon is close to its nearest point to Earth in its orbit. The moon's orbit of Earth is elliptical, so every month, it reaches a closest point (perigee) and farthest point (apogee). Moons that come within 90% of perigee in a given month qualify as supermoons, according to Fred Espenak, an astronomer and former eclipse calculator for NASA.

August's second full moon is the third and closest of four supermoons in 2023. At 222,043 miles (357,344 kilometers) from Earth, it will be the biggest and brightest supermoon of 2023, though it will be only 20 miles (33 kilometers) closer than Aug. 1's full moon, which was 222,023 miles (357,311 km) away.

The next full moon will be the Harvest Moon, on Sept. 29. In addition to being one of the best-known full moons of the year, it's the last supermoon in 2023.

Find out the exact time of moonrise for your location, and prepare for the spectacular sight of the blue supermoon on the eastern horizon next week.  ...

#Astronomy #The Moon #Stargazing #Supermoons #Blue Moons #too cool

[journeytothewestresearch]

If Yuebei Xing is the goddess of the lunar apogee, is there a god/goddess of lunar perigee?

I asked Dr. Jeffrey Kotyk, an expert on East Asian Astrology, and he replied: "I've not seen such a deity."

#Yuebei xing #East Asian astrology #Journey to the South #astrology #moon #lunar

[relaxxattack]

can't wait for someone who knows the answer to the alternian calendar to respond because boy are you not the only one who needs it

THANK YOU ToT

ive read several theories but none of them seem fully viable. so far my favorite that ive found is this map by somnire which suggests that alternia's orbit is more of an oval than a sphere, to account for the weirdness of season patterns. but the post doesn't explain the science and math behind these conclusions they came to, so i don't know how fully i can get behind them ToT

a lot of the Well Mathed theories treat a perigee as a day cycle rather than a lunar cycle, which i just don't agree with in an aesthetic sense. come on, those are months, not days...

i just want someone to Math n' Science together every reference to the alternian calendar-- including the ones hanging up in hiveswap and the lunar terms and references to seasons all that-- into a way that makes sense both mathmatically AND aesthetically. is that so hard to ask

#homestuck

[misspepita]

Fireworks vs Supermoon via NASA https://ift.tt/243SvPJ On July 4, an almost Full Moon rose in planet Earth's evening skies. Also known as a Buck Moon, the full lunar phase (full on July 3 at 11:39 UTC) was near perigee, the closest point in the Moon's almost monthly orbit around planet Earth. That qualified this July's Full Moon as a supermoon, the first of four supermoons in 2023. Seen from Cocoa Beach along Florida's Space Coast on July 4, any big, bright, beautiful Full Moon would still have to compete for attention though. July's super-moonrise was captured here against a super-colorful fireworks display.

#IFTTT #NASA #APOD #ASTRONOMY PICTURE OF THE DAY

[thepastisalreadywritten]

Hey Moon, you’re looking pretty full. 🌕

August’s full moon is known as the “Sturgeon Moon,” named for the time of year when this giant fish was once abundant in the Great Lakes.

The name was a signal to Indigenous tribes around the Great Lakes area that August was the best time to fish for sturgeon.

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A supermoon happens when the moon is both in the full moon phase of its 29.5-day lunar cycle and when it is around its perigee.

This means the official term for a supermoon is a "perigean full moon."

For a supermoon to occur, the moon doesn't have to be exactly its closest to Earth, however.

#Sturgeon Moon #supermoon #sturgeon #Great Lakes #perigean full moon #full moon #moon

[bajaweather]

The full moon on 1st. of August is the second of four supermoons in the summer of 2023, with the next, the Full Blue Moon, falling on 30th August 2023. August is an exciting month for moon lovers, with the summer month opening and closing with a supermoon. The Full Sturgeon Moon rises on Tuesday, 1st of August and then the month closes out with the Full Blue Moon. Much like the Strawberry Moon or the Pink Moon, the Sturgeon Full Moon draws its name from similar inspiration. These names come from happening or landscapes in the Northern Hemisphere. According to The Old Farmer's Almanac.

Following the Sturgeon full moon, the illuminated lunar face will recede with the moon being described as "waning." The waning moon will also rise and set an hour later each day. This leads to the next new moon on Wednesday, 16. August 2023.

So-called supermoons occur because the orbit of the moon around the Earth is not a perfect circle but is instead a flattened circle or an ellipse.

This means that during its 27.3-day orbit, there are points at which the moon is closer to the Earth and points at which it is further away. The visible size difference of the moon between the closest point, perigee, and the furthest, apogee, is about 14%.

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#Fukkmoon #Supermoon #Full Blue Moon

[just--space]

The Full Moon of 2021 : Every Full Moon of 2021 shines in this year-spanning astrophoto project, a composite portrait of the familiar lunar nearside at each brightest lunar phase. Arranged by moonth, the year progresses in stripes beginning at the top. Taken with the same camera and lens the stripes are from Full Moon images all combined at the same pixel scale. The stripes still looked mismatched, but they show that the Full Moon's angular size changes throughout the year depending on its distance from Kolkata, India, planet Earth. The calendar month, a full moon name, distance in kilometers, and angular size is indicated for each stripe. Angular size is given in minutes of arc corresponding to 1/60th of a degree. The largest Full Moon is near a perigee or closest approach in May. The smallest is near an apogee, the most distant Full Moon in December. Of course the full moons of May and November also slid into Earth's shadow during 2021's two lunar eclipses. via NASA

#NASA #space #astronomy

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Fireworks vs Supermoon: On July 4, an almost Full Moon rose in planet Earth's evening skies. Also known as a Buck Moon, the full lunar phase (full on July 3 at 11:39 UTC) was near perigee, the closest point in the Moon's almost monthly orbit around planet Earth. That qualified this July's Full Moon as a supermoon, the first of four supermoons in 2023. Seen from Cocoa Beach along Florida's Space Coast on July 4, any big, bright, beautiful Full Moon would still have to compete for attention though. July's super-moonrise was captured here against a super-colorful fireworks display. Image Credit & Copyright: Michael Seeley :: [h/t Robert Scott Horton]

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Unison Benediction by May Sarton

Return to the most human, nothing less will nourish the torn spirit, the bewildered heart, the angry mind: and from the ultimate duress, pierced with the breath of anguish, speak of love.

Return, return to the deep sources, nothing less will teach the stiff hands a new way to serve, to carve into our lives the forms of tenderness and still that ancient necessary pain preserve.

Return to the most human, nothing less will teach the angry spirit, the bewildered heart; the torn mind, to accept the whole of its duress, and pierced with anguish… at last, act for love.

[Thanks to Roger Housden] Poetry Chaikhana

#Michael Seeley #Robert Scott Horton #Firewords #supermoon #Roger Housden #Poetry Chaikhana #May Sarton #poem #poettry