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[bedabug]

For anyone who missed the "Copy. Moon Joy" moment yesterday, here is the clip

[sword-of-stardust]

Artemis II

[Minecraft End Poem, photos and screenshots from Artemis II mission and NASA livestream]

[jasperrwrites]

“are they lovers?” worse. they were supposed to be and never got the chance to

[i-merani]

[leftoverspacedust]

heated rivalry show you will always be famous. budget so low the sex was explicit and the hockey was implied

[victoria-pedretti]

PROJECT HAIL MARY 2026 — dir. Phil Lord & Christopher Miller

[pineappical]

making peace with it

[rozanovshollanders]

[legallybrunettedotcom]

weather is starting to feel like this

[free-my-mindd]

The older I get, no.

[gothycollie]

A long time ago, in the Age of Physical, software would be stored on beautiful mirrored discs, and inside each disc a tiny wizard lived who would install the software for you.

[heroinetales]

*me watching the Bad Bunny super bowl half show while not understanding a lick of Spanish*

[catsbeaversandducks]

"no"

By yuki_illust19

[greenishness]

i'm thinking about charlotte brontë spending her last years editing and publishing her sisters' writings and about christopher tolkien dedicating his life to the protection and meticulous reconstruction his father's life's work and about johanna van gogh publishing the letters between vincent and theo that would propel vincent van gogh into fame because she knew how much her husband had loved his brother, and about how so often art isn't just a reflection of the artist's mind and skills but a testament to the fact that they were loved

[greenishness]

My sister just quoted this post at me over dinner bc it was discussed in her philosophy class & I can't even smugly inform her of its authorship. Due to the mindhunter yaoi state of my most recent blog history.

[aroaessidhe]

The Spear Cuts Through Water, Simon Jimenez

[she]

I am curious how a cripple finds himself in the stuff of gods and rebellion.

— The Spear Cuts Through Water by Simon Jimenez

[blue-glasses-dork]

Somewhere, long ago, a young boy clawed at the windows to play with his brothers.