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Oh, heck -- I'm sorry, y'all. I was sleepy the day I reblogged this and it seems I did my research a little too hastily. I can't find a legit NASA source for the above image...or any legit source at all, in fact. I fear it may be AI after all. Bummer. :-( The good news is, there are very lovely real pictures of Jupiter available here. AI is flaming dogshit but Jupiter is fucking awesome. Some highlights:

Lest I deceive anybody a second time, I do want to be transparent that most of the images that are submitted by the public (including the above four) seem to have been edited to enhance color or contrast, zoom in, or crop. There are also a few on the website that are very much an artistic rendition and merely inspired by the raw images. If you want to see just the raw images from the spacecraft cameras, you can do that by selecting "Junocam" (and not "Public" or "Both").

NASA just dropped the closest image ever taken of Jupiter.

Calida Rawles (American, 1976) - A Promise (2020)

Whoa, is this an autism thing? Because yeah I do this constantly

(I'm not sure if I'm autistic, it's something I'm exploring)

Here’s a weird autism thing that I realized this morning—

-If a choir director tells my section to sing louder, I will do so, even if I am already at fortissimo.

-If a teacher criticizes my class for failing to take their work seriously, I will feel guilty, even if I’ve been turning every single assignment in on time.

-If a post calls people in general out for not doing a particular thing and says it’s their fault if a tragedy happens, I will feel stressed, even if I was already relentlessly doing the thing.

I need to be told separately about my personal progress, otherwise I will overcompensate and eventually end up burning myself out. As someone who puts conscious effort in trying to understand social cues, this really messes me up for some reason.

reasons.

Helmut Moik: Dalmatian Pelican in the Danube Delta, Romania, 2003

Oh hey! Great point, ship -- I agree, I'd rather include a link to the artist. Appreciate you searching that up. <3

Hey I was wondering if you took your deadloch fic off-line? The link isn't working that well?

Oh hey, thanks for the message. A few days ago I locked it due to an online privacy scare, but that problem has since resolved, so I've just unlocked it again. It should work fine now, please let me know if not. :-)

[Image description: text reading, Lovely video. I have a little personal anecdote that slots surprisingly neatly into the themes of this video.

71 years ago, my grandfather took a cycling trip around the perimeter of France with a friend. He kept a diary, meticulously documenting the events of almost every day. Last month, my brothers and I embarked on the same journey, following in his footsteps. I'd avoided reading the diary beforehand, so every day I'd read about his experience at the same time that I had them myself: the places he'd visited, the food he'd eaten, the people he'd found, and at the same time we'd see the same sights. Some days we were ahead of him, some behind.

After a few days, I realised that something very surprising was happening. 71 years later, and 40 years after the death of this man we never knew, we stopped talking about him in the past tense. It took me a while to notice it, but it slowly became more obvious. We'd say things like "he's just 10 kilometres ahead of us now" or "he's over there as he's taking that photo". Seven decades, suddenly erased - an experience that felt almost out of time - and in those few days he felt closer and more alive than he ever had before. It was a strange experience, and something I doubt I shall ever have again. End image description.]