social experiment for tumblr :)
single and ready to mingle
Can we match up everyone who has reblogged this?
yes yes we should
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TRIPPY. HMMMM. I thought about this for quite a while and then just decided to go for it. This may be rather stupid lmao I just… it’s not sciency at all so for god’s sake don’t take it seriously lol!!
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"Ground control to Major Tom…. dun nun, dun nun…. this is ground control to-"
"I swear to fucking god if you don’t shut your mouth I’ll hurl you into the sun!" Maka shrieked.
Soul froze, mouth open mid-lyric, brows furrowing in the face of her outburst. “I- what- christ! Sorry! It’s a habit, okay?”
Maka pinched the bridge of her nose in a ferocious effort to keep her sanity, eyeing the white-haired bane of her life and this entire mission with ill-concealed irritation. “All you ever do is hum to yourself,” she hissed, waving the video camera strapped to her hand wildly, so much so that she bumped the wall of the cabin with her hand and started a gentle spin.
"So?" Soul said, beginning to look rather irritated himself.
Maka completed her midair spin and latched back onto the wall, gritting her teeth. “I’m trying to made a goddamn education video for NASA to send out and I can’t very explain the behavior of water in zero gravity with you wailing in the background! Can you just shut up for half a second?”
He stared at her. “You weren’t this hard to live with during training,” he muttered, just quietly enough that she couldn’t actually justify hitting him, and then he pushed off from the wall and sailed upwards towards the cockpit entrance, clearly intent on getting the hell away from her.
Left alone with only the stars and her video camera, Maka sighed, guilt rising up as fast as she stomped it down. Soul was a fucking genius, one of the youngest astronaut in history, a man of many talents who was as comfortable writing a paper on magnetorheological fluids as he was spacewalking the shiny hull of the International Space Station. Then again, all those things were true for Maka, as well; the main difference between them was apparently that Maka couldn’t ever bite her razor tongue, not even for professionalism or the sake of peace. Familiar guilt was sour on her tongue.
She fiddled with the ‘on’ button to the camera, but her cheerful mood was gone, and with it, the desire to spend her rare leisure time creating entertainment for schoolchildren. So instead she pulled herself upwards and floated after Soul.
He was scribbling something when she found him, one long leg wrapped absently around a chair as an anchor. “Sorry,” she said without preamble.
He slit one of those startling eyes at her, just for a moment, and she quailed. His pen didn’t stop scratching away. “It’s fine,” he said.
"You’re lying because you know arguing between coworkers is detrimental to the overall success of the mission," she said stiffly, feeling only the smallest satisfaction when his pen finally paused. "I truly am sorry, though. I’m not good living with other people. I’m not- training is one thing, obviously, at the end of the day we can still go home. In space I can’t really-"
"Get away from me and my humming?" he said humorlessly.
"Exactly." She fidgeted with the edge of one of the pockets of her shorts, reaching out to tap a finger against the wall and realign herself when she began to drift. "But I am sorry. I don’t mean to be so- well, I’m apologizing, and I do mean it." She glanced over his head at the velvet infinity of space and wished, for once, she were staring at something else- the delicate crinkles of the Himalayas, maybe, or the cotton wisps of clouds wrapping her beloved planet. At the moment, the innumerable stars made her feel too aware of her solitude.
He continued writing, for a moment, ignoring her as she bobbed about awkwardly, but then he grunted and lifted his eyes to hers. “You’ve been beating me in every fucking possible way for years,” he said abruptly. “Every test, every training exercise. I was a pilot at Patuxent River, too, the same year as you, did you know that? And I would come home from every fucking flight and you’d have done better than me, so much better that you didn’t even know who I was when me were picked for this job. You didn’t recognize me.”
Maka could only stare, nonplussed. “You were-“
"Yeah." He scowled for a moment. "The only thing you never beat me at was interpersonal relationships. I always outscored you there. Every partner you’ve had reported difficulties interacting with you, personal problems, incompatibility, even outright hostility. You just can’t keep your trap shut and get along."
She was as icy as the void outside. “You know an awful lot about me,” she whispered, letting herself float back until her back brushed the metal handholds leading down to the exercise quarters.
"NASA almost declined to partner us," he said calmly, as if she, the veteran of a thousand crises and test runs and walkthroughs, the cream of the crop, weren’t shivering in overexposed horror.
His words heated her up, though. “Excuse me? What are you talking about?” she said sharply.
"I requested you," he said simply. "You were going to be eliminated in the last round of testing. They were going to send me up here with Nakatsukasa. But I placed an official request for you."
Maka clenched her fists. Only a week up here, a week gone by and almost six months to go on the Station, and he threw something like this at her? “What, were you sorry for me?” she gritted, knowing that he was telling the truth, because it fit her, prickly and sharp and so unpleasant that during flight school she’d been secretly dubbed ‘Princess Pain’ by her fellow students.
"Not at all," he told her, with that quiet contained expression she’d become very familiar with, over the long months of their space training together, the one that meant he was thinking hard. "You seem happy enough as you are, and it’s none of my business. I just- well, that speech you gave, at that Smithsonian conference back in ‘09."
Maka squinted, vaguely tense at how often their paths had crossed over the years, and so often unbeknownst to her, then said doubtfully, “The one about the projected effects of long-term zero gravity exposure on bone density as related to possible Mars manned missions?”
"No, you nerd," he said, sound a little exasperated. "The one about the stars."
"I don’t remember-"
"Yes you do, quit lying, this is why people don’t like you. You were kinda buzzed, and you were in this little green dress, with like, ruffles- uh, and you were toasting Buzz Armstrong, and then you started to talk about infinity." He leaned forward a little, ankle still hooked firmly in place, and steepled those clever ink-smudged fingers. "You said that it used to scare you, trying to conceptualize the impossibility of a thing that had no end, but that the first time you got out of the atmosphere all the fear went away, because if there was an infinity of something as painfully beautiful as the stars, it still couldn’t quite be enough."
Despite the carefully controlled, automated artificial atmosphere inside the Station, Maka discovered she was having some difficulty breathing under his scarlet stare. “How in god’s name do you remember that?” she said at last.
"It made sense to me," he said gruffly, lifting his pen and turning back to his calculations. Behind him, the clear pinprick stars spun slowly, 17,500 miles per hour, stretching on forever. "Couldn’t deny you all that, you know," he added, jerking a thumb over his shoulder out the window.
All Maka’s carefully built composure fled, but she managed to choke out, “Thank you, so much,” before taking flight away.
passive aggressive family members
"guess i’ll never be a grandma"
"guess i’ll never be an aunt"
"guess i’ll never be able to dress a niece/nephew"
stop feeling so entitled to my hypothetical offspring. it is not yours. it is mine. i will grow it if i grow it. and it will be mine. not yours. i am not an incubator which grants you familial titles. jesus. go away. this “have a baby i can play with” thing is so impersonal and insensitive and annoying.
This is my youngest colt, Dante.
He is half Houdini, half goat.
I took him to his very first halter show, left him tied to the trailer with his mother, and turned my back. When I looked back, he had untied himself, his mother, and was halfway to the next trailer over - presumably to either make friends, untie the other horses, or attempt both.
So I stuck him in the trailer, figuring he couldn’t get in much trouble in there.
Now, I don’t know how familiar you are with stock trailers/cattle haulers/what have you, but many have this hay loft up front, and a partitioning gate about halfway back that can be locked open or shut.
He unlocked the center partition (the mechanism for this is on the *outside* of the trailer), waltzed up front, and climbed into the hay loft.
This is how I found him.
(He was not hurt, if you were curious. He just kinda hopped back down.)
He is now 6 years old, and his antics over the years have included: opening gates, untying every knot that I know how to tie, undoing various buckles (on halters, headstalls, saddles, harnesses, *my belt*), pantsing his farrier, attempting to steal his vet’s wallet, opening doors, climbing stairs (up *and* down), climbing into the back seat of the truck, opening the trailer door, locking his brother in said trailer, treeing a raccoon, outsmarting the electric fences (fence posts are insulated, thus do not shock him + if the wire touches the ground, it shuts off = remove the fence posts, ground the wire, escape).
Today, he clipped my truck keys off my belt and disappeared with them.
This horse is too smart. Send help.
omfg this has me crying i’m laughing so hard.
today, in news that’s both weird and wonderful. horses! who knew!
Those are all of the signs of a Disney animal sidekick. You are the lovely protagonist. True self-discovery and love are in your future. Trust me, I know a veterinarian.
not my gifs
YOU SHALL NOT PAAAAAAAASSS!!!!!
Artist: Raven T.
(tumblr really fought me on uploading this one so I had to cut down on the length a TON to get it to upload. Hopefully it still looks good enough. Enjoy!)