I Love This So Much Hooooly Shit

I saw this image when I was a kid. The photograph of Jupiter taken by NASAs Voyager. Beautiful. But nothing special until shown in rapid succession. Suddenly Jupiter was alive. Breathing. I was hypnotized.

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✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair . ❤ = kissing them . ₪ = asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them . ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare . ♣ = discovering them crying . 回 = patching a wound . ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight .

Callisto /kəˈlɪstoʊ/ is the second-largest moon of Jupiter, after Ganymede. It is the third-largest moon in the Solar System and the largest object in the Solar System not to be properly differentiated.

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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//Tulip: For your birthday, what kind of cake do you ask for?

meme; accepting

“Oh, well, I haven’t had cake in a long time. I can’t remember...

“... I think I liked marbled cake the best. With chocolate frosting.”

WHEN YOU REALIZE THAT YOUR ART WAS FFLIPPED THE WRONG WAY WHEN U LINED IT AND NOW ITS FUCKED UP AND YOU HAVE TO REDO IT

It occured to Callisto--perhaps a bit belatedly--that they really shouldn’t have gone on ahead without Gaster. He was much more confident, smart, composed--

“H-Hey, come on, just listen. Please,” They held their notebook out, open to their notes. “Look, it’s--I have a plan, sir--”

Asgore didn’t even look like he’d heard them. Callisto threw themself to the ground to attempt to avoid Asgore’s trident, though they did end up with a rather nasty gash on their bicep and a complimentary tear in the sleeve of their sweater. Their journal was dropped, loose pages scattering across the bed of flowers. They first grabbed at the wound, but all that did was get blood all over their hands.

Callisto still scrambled to gather up what they could, and stood again, eyes watery with tears. They took a shaky breath, sniffling a bit and readjusting their glasses. It was their turn to make a move, after all. Quivering, they flipped back to where they had furiously scribbled all of Gaster’s important points--why this was more efficient, why it was better, what good it’d do in the long run--and took another breath. A few stray tears slipped out, but Callisto dashed them away quickly.

Gaster would not be shaking in his boots.

Gaster would’ve convinced Asgore to discuss this over a steaming cup of tea by now.

I’m going to die. The thought was sudden; unwelcome. Callisto pushed it away.

“You s-see, if you would a-allow me to explain... Y-You don’t h-have to hurt anyone, sir.” Their voice cracked, trembling. They were terrified, and it was clear for everyone to see. Being so easily read was only making them more afraid, though. Would that make them lose their credibility?

“I can just g-go back home, and bring back my foster parents, and... And...”

I’m going to die.

The hesitation was all Asgore needed to make his move again, this time opening another deep wound on their calf. Callisto dropped to their knees, but kept the journal clutched tight to their chest.

“W-Wait,” They whimpered softly. “Please,”

Dark red was staining the buttercups underneath them. They were going to die.

The sudden sound of frantic footsteps turned their head, back towards the long hallway they’d come down to get here. In the tall archway--

“Gaster?” Journal dropping, Callisto dragged themself to their feet, turning their back to Asgore. They were so relieved. He was here, he was going to tell Asgore it was all okay, and Callisto could go home. They could fix this all.

“You... You came for m-me?”

Three metal points, coated with a viscous, red substance--was that their blood?--sprouted from their chest. Callisto’s eyes flickered from their friend briefly to look down. It didn’t look real. Confused, they looked back up to Gaster. They couldn’t read his expression. Asgore must’ve yanked back on the trident because now they were lying on their back with three gaping holes in their chest, struggling to breathe. Gasping for air, their hand started to look for their journal. It must’ve fallen nearby--

“Callisto,” Oh, no. No no no no.

"Oh... Oh my god,” There was a pressure on their chest. He must’ve been trying to stanch the bleeding. Callisto had a vague feeling of guilt; blood stains would be hard to get out of his white fur. At least it’d grow out.

“Sorry,” It came out garbled. It hurt. Everything hurt. Callisto was afraid.

There were dozens of assurances that it was okay, that it wasn’t their fault, but they started crying anyways. They should’ve listened.

“Am I dying?”

“No, no, you aren’t dying. We’ll fix you up, Little Moon.” Callisto let out a short sob. He was wrong. Weakly, they pushed his paws off their chest--the blood was just soaking through anyways--and gripped a furry paw tightly in their hand, trying to look him directly in the eyes for once. Their breath rattled in out out raggedly, and when they tried to speak again, all that came out was blood. They sucked in a breath; they sucked in blood. They couldn’t breathe, they couldn’t breathe. They struggled, free hand gripping at the bloody buttercups underneath them, as if by holding onto something solid, something real, they could stay. They had to stay.

They had to tell him--

Callisto’s eyes rolled back, tensed muscles gradually loosening.

Their blood-stained hand let go of Gaster’s.

Procyon-Vulpecula’s Space and Astronomy Advent Calendar

December 16th

WORLDS OF FIRE AND ICE Original full-sized image link: http://solarsystem.nasa.gov/images/JEGIC_520x306.jpg In 1610, Galileo Galilei looked up at Jupiter with the telescope, which had just been invented, and saw that it was surrounded by four moons which orbited around it. This proved that not everything had to orbit the Earth, as Aristotle and the Church had taught for centuries. The four Galilean moons of Jupiter were central to a major change in our understanding of our place in the Universe 400 years ago - and one of them may lead another major revolution in our understanding of our place in the scheme of things, if life is discovered there. Io, the closest of the four moons to Jupiter, is the one that looks like a multicoloured pizza. It’s made of rock and metal, like Earth, and is about the size of our Moon. By all rights it should have frozen solid inside, and cooled to the point where no surface activity was possible. But Jupiter’s intense gravity keeps flexing and stretching Io, heating it up like a squeezed stress ball, and melting its interior to make Io the most volcanically active body in the Solar System. Maps of Io are impossible to make, as the surface features change in a matter of years as they all get paved over by lava and ash! Some volcanoes spew molten silicate rock, like on Earth, while others spew molten sulphur - yes, brimstone. Io really is a lot like the traditional picture of Hell! Ganymede, the third of the four moons, is the largest - and the largest moon in the Solar System. Just bigger than Saturn’s Titan, Ganymede is much bigger than Mercury (but not as massive, as Mercury is made mostly of metal and Ganymede is made of ice and rock.) Ganymede’s icy surface is a mixture of ancient, cratered plains that haven’t been touched for aeons, and recently resurfaced areas that have been folded and faulted and had slushy ice from inside welling up below. Perhaps the gravitational effects of the other moons can occasionally squeeze Ganymede enough to produce a limited amount of heating inside. Ganymede is also the only moon in th Solar System to have an appreciable magnetic field, too… Callisto, the last of the four moons, is the second largest. This ball of ice is dead and cratered, and covered in impact scars. Enormous ringed basins mark its surface, and craters look white where they penetrate the dirty surface and let fresh ice from inside well up. This moon hasn’t seen any major changes besides meteorite impacts for over four billion years - the oldest surface of any planet or moon. Callisto also lies outside the radiation belts of Jupiter, so if humans ever visit the Jovian system, Callisto will be the safest place for us to set up camp. Europa, however, is the most intriguing. Europa is the second of the four major moons from Jupiter and the smallest. It is mostly made of rock, but covered in a thin shell of ice. Jupiter’s tidal heating cracks and flexes the ice, and new ice wells up from below to fill the cracks. Europa shows powerful evidence that something warm is moving beneath the ice - maybe warmer, slushy ice, or maybe an ocean of liquid water? The Galileo probe, which orbited Jupiter from 1995 to 2003, examined Europa closely and found evidence that the icy surface was thin - maybe a few hundred metres. But we know that some sort of water must go down deeper than that - a deep, liquid ocean? Europa may contain more liquid water than all the oceans of Earth combined. Clinching evidence for the ocean came in 1998, when the Galileo probe detected changes in Jupiter’s magnetic field when Europa passed through it. This implied an electrically conducting liquid was sloshing about under Europa’s icy plates - like a saltwater ocean. And the dirty, reddish-brown colour of the cracks? That appears to be organic molecules of some sort. With warm water, an energy source, and organic matter in abundance, Europa seems like one of the most likely places in the Solar System to look for life. If that happens, the Galilean moons will again overturn our understanding of our place in the Universe. Image credit: NASA/Galileo For more on the Galilean moons, go to: lasp.colorado.edu/education/outerplanets/moons_galilean.php Or, go look at them yourself! All four Galilean moons are easily visible through binoculars. Go find out where Jupiter is in the sky, and turn your binoculars to it. You’ll almost certainly see a few specks of light on either side of it - those are probably Io, Europa, Ganymede and Callisto.

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“Well... I’ve been thinking. Really hard, actually. And I think I can get everyone out of here. I think... I think if I went home, I could get some of my friends to come back with me. Or maybe my foster parents. Or someone, y’know?” Callisto scratched their neck, brow furrowing with thought for a moment.

“You don’t need seven dead humans, right? And you’ve already got... You’ve already got four souls, right? If I just came back with my foster parents or a couple of my friends, there’d be seven. And then we can break the barrier.” Getting two people to help was a lot less daunting than six. Nodding to themself, Callisto let another small smile cross their face.

All they’d need is to get past Asgore. And from what everyone was saying... It wouldn’t be too difficult. Their plan might even sweeten the deal, for all they knew.

“I promise I’ll come back, so you can see the stars again. Maybe we could get another telescope! I had one before but I--I don’t have it anymore. But we could get a new one! And maybe Ian and Ellie would let me get some lab stuff for my room, so I can study some more stuff.” They were starting to get animated, not only excited to have a new friend, but also new ideas. There were a lot of things they’d been wanting to test. Of course, there weren’t a lot of people for them to bounce ideas off of; not since their parents died.

The abrupt question caught him off guard; for a second Gaster stared sadly at Callisto, hallow gaze brimming with an ancient sorrow and a yearning for the sky far, far, far above.

He directed his focus to cave ceiling then - gems glimmered in the midst of the yawning darkness, false stars for all of monsterkind to wish upon.

“Yes, Callisto. Long ago I lived outside on the surface.” At such reminiscence nostalgia stole over his melancholy. “My home was atop of a mountain. Not this one, but a range of snow-capped terrain. I could see the stars for miles everywhere.” His voice took to a dreamy chime. “When I was a child I tried to count the stars.”

He laughed - the sound lilted more morosely than happily.

“It was hopeless of course. Of the billions of stars I always lost count around six or seven hundred. But I loved to stargaze. The night sky is truly one of the most beautiful wonders of the worlds.”

The scientist smiled over at them for a second.

“During the war…I’d look up to the stars for peace. During trials or any rough times, really.” Gaster heaved a sigh, though a frown had yet to eclipse him. “I’d give nearly anything to see the stars again, dear young one.”