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Writing Room in the Tower at Sissinghurst Castle, Kent, England

where the personal books of Vita Sackville-West are stored

by John Hammond

Originally posted by pinkfloydvinyl

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                     But some secrets are so strange                          and so dangerous

                       that showing them to people makes                               the strangeness and the danger pour                               into their lives like a dark, dark ink.

Callisto pushed their glasses back up. Frankly, this monster both looked and smelled absolutely disgusting. But he had a kind smile, and he was offering food. Their stomach growled audibly, and they felt their face heat up with embarrassment. They kept their journal clutched close to their chest, and shifted uncomfortably on their feet.

“Food sounds nice,” They tried a sheepish smile. “I mean, I don’t really know what you have, but... Anything sounds good to me.” Three Crab Apples a day for the last couple of days hadn’t been the most pleasant decision Callisto had made on their journey, but rationing food so they could get further was what was most important. Going a day without eating wouldn’t be good for their body or their morale.

The kid took comfort in the fact that Burgerpants looked just as nervous as they felt.

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Burgerpant’s already drooping eyes squinted, and he inhaled a heavy puff of smoke before exhaling in the direction opposite of the child. He smelled absolutely rank, and looked as disheveled as anyone could guess with just one whiff of the guy. 

Sympathy unfurled on his expression; Callisto looked to be in an even worse state than him, if possible. Hell, it was an almost impressive feat, but it only increased his pity for the poor kid. Which he really didn’t want to bother with while on his break. Or ever.

“Damnit…” His conscious won over and after a muttered curse Burgerpants crouched down to eye level with them. “You look horrible. And that’s something comin’ from a guy like me.” In an attempt to be friendly he flashed an awkward smile, revealing his yellowed teeth. “Uh…”

He stood, scratching the back of his neck. His dingy orange fur bristled and he sighed. Damn his conscious; someday he was going to be fired for trying to be a nice guy, he just knew it. 

“If you really need some grub, little buddy, I might be able to um…sneak you some food. Gotta be careful so my boss doesn’t catch me, but you look like you could use some burgers or something. Yeah. Um…So you want anything?”

probably one of the last images of Jupiter for this year, and i’m happy to see a somehow detailed Callisto . Opposition is gone , see you next year dude. #astronomy #astrophotography #hires #planets #jupiter #giove #callisto #solarsystem #universe #ig_astrophotography #asi120mc #celestronrocks #space #spaceistheplace by soundofluna https://www.instagram.com/p/BEIuI08nlCl/

Send me “Where have you been?” to confront my muse after they’ve been missing for a year

Excuse me! Your glasses are quite intriguing. Have you a tale to tell or two to tell to me concerning them?

“Oh yeah! I definitely have some interesting stories. I mean, they’re just your ordinary pair of prescription glasses, so they’re not super great stories, but,” Callisto let out a short, nervous laugh.

“There was this one time my dog got a hold them. It was pretty crazy, actually, because I definitely thought that they were safe on the table, but no, Scout jumped up and grabbed ‘em! I mean, he was a greyhound, and kinda tall, so… I should’ve seen it coming. Anyways, he almost broke them.

“Scout really liked to take things and make you chase him around, and usually it was just socks! He’d must’ve been waiting to get his paws on something I really cared about though, haha. The game always lasted longer when he did that. Luckily, I managed to grab them before he chewed them up too bad… He did break them in half, though. That’s why I’ve taped the middle.”

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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What position does your character sleep in? ( i.e; stomach, side, back, etc. ) Describe why they do this – optional.

Does your character have any noteworthy features? Freckles? Dimples? A scar somewhere unusual? etc.

Does your character have an accent? What does it sound like?

Do they have any verbal tics? Do they have trouble pronouncing certain words or getting their thoughts across clearly?

What are their chief tension areas? 

If you were to pick one song – and only one song – to describe your character, what would it be and why?

How does your character perceive themselves? Positive? Negative? Neutral?

Are they a quick thinker or do they need time to sort through their thoughts?

Does your character dream or are their nights filled with an empty blackness? Describe a dream they’ve had or a night they couldn’t sleep and what they did to preoccupy their time.

If they had a choice, would they prefer a subway or a bus for public transportation?

What do they think of creation? Do they believe in evolution or do they believe in God? What is their religion like?

Describe 5 unusual characteristics your muse has.

Have they ever been so overwhelmed they had to stop and take a break from something? 

Are they a team player or do they prefer to be solo?

Can they multi-task or must they focus on one subject at a time?

What are their best school subjects? What are their worst? List five of each.

Is your character an introvert or an extrovert? How do they handle big crowds of people?

Are they a leader, do they prefer to follow, or would they rather just stay on the sidelines altogether?

If your character was suddenly challenged, would they rather run away or stay and fight?

If your character was allowed to murder one person without any consequences, who would that person be and why?

Your character has been granted 3 wishes; what would they wish for and why?

Does your character trust people right off the bat or does it take them some time to warm up to someone?

Do they prefer romance or affection? What is the quickest way to your character’s heart?

Does your character have any enemies? If so, who and why?

Do they have any weird bedroom habits? Any unusual kinks?

How does your character prepare for bed? Do they sleep at all or can they stay awake for days on end without trouble?

If your character had one thing to say to their parents before they died, what would it be?

Are they afraid of death? Do they have any regrets?

Does your character get restless when things are too quiet or do they favour solitude and silence? Why?

Finally; if your character was forced to eat one thing for the rest of their life, what would they choose and why?

Echo flowers were not just beautiful; Callisto found that they smelled quite lovely as well. The scent stuck to their clothing like pollen, and when they left they’d find it hard to be rid of the pleasant smell. Not that they’d want to get rid of it.

Callisto marveled at the flowers for a long time, then, listening to the soft harmonies of echoes. They hadn’t heard that nickname in many years.

Letting out a quiet, appreciative sigh, Callisto trailed their fingers along the velvety, glowing petals again.

“Hey, Little Moon, you need some help with that?”

“Daaad, I got it! Hurry and get the door, we’re gonna miss it!”

Callisto stood up, brushing the dirt from their bottom absently.

“Dad! Dad come back out you have to see this! It’s starting!”

They suddenly felt very badly that the monsters down here couldn’t see the stars.

They wondered if Gaster had ever seen the stars.

“Hey, Gaster...?” Callisto started quietly, finishing dusting themself off and standing straight. “Have you ever seen the stars?”

It wasn’t as if they had pictures to show him if he hadn’t... But maybe, maybe if they talked to Asgore... Maybe Gaster--maybe no one--would need pictures.

Redolent fragrances wisped around the two. Motes of pollen wafted around their soft-spoken conversation, twirling slowly in the air like starlit dancers to the dulcet tones of their voices.  

“… H o w  i s  y o u r  v i e w  o f  t h e  t w i n k l i n g  s t a r s  t o n i g h t  …?”

Tranquility cradled the moment and Gaster committed it to memory; every emotion to his heart, and every expression and word to his mind. 

“…T h e y  s h i n e  j u s t  f o r  y o u , L i t t l e  M o o n …”

The nickname was nothing more than that to him, but at seeing Callisto’s reaction to it he thought it must hold a much deeper meaning to them. It was little more than a breath, those two words.

And Gaster wondered at the importance of that nickname, and he wondered how a child could be as entranced by the echo flowers as he was.