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starlene · 2 years

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Slipping

“His mind was hazy, but the body he shared with Hyde had a memory of its own.”

Or: in which Henry Jekyll reflects on being Edward Hyde and receives quite a surprise.

(Word of warning: this story includes sexual content and a mention of desecrating a human corpse.)

It had changed, Henry Jekyll thought to himself, the feeling of being Edward Hyde.

In the beginning, when Hyde had first come into being, the pair had shared everything. For Henry, being Hyde had felt like sitting in a railroad car and watching the world roll by, knowing full well where the train was going and why he had chosen to board it. Whenever Henry had sent Hyde to do his business, such as getting rid of the hypocrites of the hospital board one by one, he had been right there, watching on and enjoying every moment. A euphoric jolt still ran through him when he remembered how it had felt like when Hyde had pushed a knife into their first victim.

But sometimes, and these days more often than not, Hyde’s actions were hidden away from Henry. Instead of sitting in the railroad car, it was like Henry watched Hyde walking down a street that disappeared beneath a thick layer of fog. Instead of peering out a window, Hyde taking over felt like Henry was just about to fall asleep. His mind felt warm and empty but with a million thoughts racing through it at the same time – and then, all of a sudden, he woke up somewhere else, unaware of how long it had been and what had happened.

Unaware, except for those brief occasions when a memory resurfaced from under the haze.

Usually, the reemerging memories were of exhilarating moments that made Henry’s heart jump, quick but intensely felt flickers of flying high or receiving pleasure. But sometimes, the glimpses he saw crossed the line between merely distasteful and truly disturbing. And the worst thing was that with these memories, he could never be quite certain if they were real, or something that his broken mind had conjured up while under Hyde’s influence.

Just two days ago, a memory had resurfaced where Henry was looking on while Hyde was dragging a very beautiful, very pale, decidedly dead young woman out of a coffin. Then the vision had faded to black. It had left Henry distressed, unable to put the scene out of his mind. If what he saw had really taken place… he didn’t know what Hyde was planning on doing with the corpse, or indeed had done with it, but every new option he came up with sent further chills down his spine.

Was that how he truly was like?

It terrified Henry how these days, Hyde seemed to have a mind all of his own. He went his own way, leaving scrapes and bruises on the body they shared and filling the corners of Henry’s mind with vague, disconcerting memories – but at the same time, transforming between the two states of being had become deceptively easy. At first, it had been a painful, nauseating ordeal. Nowadays, it was like slipping in and out of a dream.

It was like slipping, and now, the time had come to slip out of it.

Henry came to his senses, one by one. The first thing that entered his consciousness was the sound of heavy breathing – his own. Then – the sight of a familiar room, curtains closed, lit only by a flickering flame in the fireplace. And then – oh – the feeling of arousal, and the form of a man kneeling between his legs with his mouth around his–

Oh God.

“John!”

John lifted his head up and shot a perplexed look at Henry.

“No, keep going!”

Eyes wide, Henry watched as John did as he was told.

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Henry felt certain it was not the first time Hyde and John had engaged in activities like this. His mind was hazy, but the body he shared with Hyde had a memory of its own. He knew the feeling of his fingers in John’s hair, he knew how John’s mouth felt on him, he knew how it was like to come–

For a while, the room was quite still.

Henry didn't tell John that Hyde had gone away, but he wondered if John could tell it anyway. He had a feeling that Hyde didn’t usually give John very much in return, what with John's visible surprise when Henry reached for him to repay the favour, and the way putting his mouth on John didn’t feel instantly familiar. If anything, it felt awkward – but, encouraged by the way John gasped and muttered a string of profane words he had never heard him use before, Henry kept going.

Hyde might’ve not felt the need to take turns, but Henry wanted to do it. He wanted to give John pleasure, wanted to find out how to make him lose himself in his touch. Just a couple of months ago, whenever such a thought had crossed his mind, he had tried his hardest to banish it… but now, when all his efforts to lead a normal life had fallen apart around him, it felt almost natural.

Or the least of his problems, anyway.

For a while, it was just the two of them, Henry with his mouth and hands on John, and John digging his fingers into Henry’s skin and moaning with pleasure, and as long as that lasted, Henry didn’t have to think about all the ways his life was ruined beyond repair.

Instead, he thought about how easy it would be, to just stay here. To let John shelter him. To let him come up with a way of making everything all right again, or at least better. John was always the one to get people out of trouble, he had done it so many times before, maybe he could do it even now – and besides, Henry was struck by the thought, it wasn’t like he had any other choice. Knowing what Henry now knew about the relations John and Hyde were having, certainly it would be in John’s best interest to make sure that Hyde’s misdeeds stayed a secret.

But Hyde wouldn't have it.

Hyde never cared about consequences. Instead, he was always looking for the next surge of excitement, the next rule to break. And now that he had broken free, he didn’t want to be sheltered or concealed anymore. Being able to slip behind the facade of the respectable Dr. Jekyll was the only safeguard Hyde felt he needed. Clearly, he wasn’t going to do as he was told anymore.

Henry knew he wouldn't stay around for long.

And indeed, when John Utterson finished, Henry Jekyll was already gone.

#Jekyll & Hyde #Jekyll and Hyde #Henry Jekyll #Gabriel John Utterson #Edward Hyde #otp: nuoruuden hairahdus #this has been sitting in my wip folder for a year at least; probably longer than that #it began as a vehicle for that graverobbing bit #I think it's a good little scene but I didn't want to expand upon it so I had to come up with something else to tack it onto #and of course my something else is Jekyll/Utterson complete with a heavy dose of self-reflection #what else even is there to write about!#my stories.

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who-canceled-roger-rabbit · 8 months

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Some spins on the "mostly male team with a token woman" trope:

The woman is trans and stayed in her old circle of bros even after transition

The woman is the only one in her circle of "girls" who didn't turn out to be a trans man

#of course even in that case i'd still make plenty of other characters female OUTSIDE the main team #there's a they wolf in my closet #gender #transgender #trans #lgbtq+#queer #story ideas #writing prompts

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liquidstar · 6 months

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If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)

At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.

Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.

#i think about this story sometimes like yeah I'm proud of them for that too actually. good job baby brothers #they're not babies anymore of course they're turning 20 next year which is crazy #but they're still the type of people who'd do something if they saw something of this sort happen for sure #respectful of women and everyone else too. they're good guys #I'm glad I ended up with them living in my house against my will for like 14 years #anyway i have no idea where i was for all this but my best guess is probably a friends house given the time period #i was always at my besties house lol #i hope she's doing well too actually. haven't spoken in forever...#bestie from greek elementary school... if you're out there... let's get muffins and fanta at the bakery across the street again someday 💜☮️

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filiseverus · 9 months

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The Barbie movie reminded me about how when I was little my parents were upset that I kept making my Barbie dolls kiss, so they bought me a Ken doll. The next day they found me having a funeral for poor Ken in the garden, he had died of tuberculosis. All the Barbies were in attendance and I buried him under our rose bush. The Barbies were too poor to afford a headstone (it was 1875) so I didn’t mark where the grave was and I never could find him again. He’s probably still there.

#barbie movie #barbie #feminism #ken #ken doll #i’m just ken #my writing #true story #ryan gosling #barbie dolls #greta gerwig #margot robbie #oppenheimer #barbenheimer #if you ever find a Ken doll wrapped in toilet paper that’s mine sorry

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mimimar · 28 days

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the woman who holds the moon

prints available here. my cover for this month's issue of baffling magazine.

#i can finally share this piece!#this cover was based on a short story called “moon bearer” by celia daniels that features on this issue of the magazine #the character designs are mine #also there's a sale on inprnt again so my prints are cheaper than usual!#illustration #artists on tumblr #illo #lesbian #wlw #sapphic #lesbian art #wlw art #sapphic art #queer art #baffling magazine #blue #moon #night sky #queer fantasy

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jesncin · 3 months

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"Who Is Superman? A Private Interview with Lois Lane" a fancomic about hope and connection. I've had this story in mind for so long and I'm very excited to be able to share it at last. Thank you for reading, and happy Lunar New Year!

#superman #clark kent #lois lane #clois #dc comics #my art #fancomic #long post #my immigrant clois love story agenda is HERE #I have big feelings over the superman private interview canon event- how differently an asian lois would make that scene play out #jl remix

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write-on-world · 6 months

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#writers #writers on tumblr #writing #writing prompt #writer #my writing #daily writing prompt #daily writing #writing tool #story #write it

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endusviolence · 2 months

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Rowling isn't denying holocaust. She just pointed out that burning of transgender health books is a lie as that form of cosmetic surgery didn't exist. But of course you knew that already, didn't you?

I was thinking I'd probably see one of you! You're wrong :) Let's review the history a bit, shall we?

In this case, what we're talking about is the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft, or in English, The Institute of Sexology. This Institute was founded and headed by a gay Jewish sexologist named Magnus Hirschfeld. It was founded in July of 1919 as the first sexology research clinic in the world, and was run as a private, non-profit clinic. Hirschfeld and the researchers who worked there would give out consultations, medical advice, and even treatments for free to their poorer clientele, as well as give thousands of lectures and build a unique library full of books on gender, sexuality, and eroticism. Of course, being a gay man, Hirschfeld focused a lot on the gay community and proving that homosexuality was natural and could not be "cured".

Hirschfeld was unique in his time because he believed that nobody's gender was either one or the other. Rather, he contended that everyone is a mixture of both male and female, with every individual having their own unique mix of traits.

This leads into the Institute's work with transgender patients. Hirschfeld was actually the one to coin the term "transsexual" in 1923, though this word didn't become popular phrasing until 30 years later when Harry Benjamin began expanding his research (I'll just be shortening it to trans for this brief overview.) For the Institute, their revolutionary work with gay men eventually began to attract other members of the LGBTA+, including of course trans people.

Contrary to what Anon says, sex reassignment surgery was first tested in 1912. It'd already being used on humans throughout Europe during the 1920's by the time a doctor at the Institute named Ludwig Levy-Lenz began performing it on patients in 1931. Hirschfeld was at first opposed, but he came around quickly because it lowered the rate of suicide among their trans patients. Not only was reassignment performed at the Institute, but both facial feminization and facial masculization surgery were also done.

The Institute employed some of these patients, gave them therapy to help with other issues, even gave some of the mentioned surgeries for free to this who could not afford it! They spoke out on their behalf to the public, even getting Berlin police to help them create "transvestite passes" to allow people to dress however they wanted without the threat of being arrested. They worked together to fight the law, including trying to strike down Paragraph 175, which made it illegal to be homosexual. The picture below is from their holiday party, Magnus Hirschfeld being the gentleman on the right with the fabulous mustache. Many of the other people in this photo are transgender.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of a group of people. Some are smiling at the camera, others have serious expressions. Either way, they all seem to be happy. On the right side, an older gentleman in glasses- Magnus Hirschfeld- is sitting. He has short hair and a bushy mustache. He is resting one hand on the shoulder of the person in front of him. His other hand is being held by a person to his left. Another person to his right is holding his shoulder.]

There was always push back against the Institute, especially from conservatives who saw all of this as a bad thing. But conservatism can't stop progress without destroying it. They weren't willing to go that far for a good while. It all ended in March of 1933, when a new Chancellor was elected. The Nazis did not like homosexuals for several reasons. Chief among them, we break the boundaries of "normal" society. Shortly after the election, on May 6th, the book burnings began. The Jewish, gay, and obviously liberal Magnus Hirschfeld and his library of boundary-breaking literature was one of the very first targets. Thankfully, Hirschfeld was spared by virtue of being in Paris at the time (he would die in 1935, before the Nazis were able to invade France). His library wasn't so lucky.

This famous picture of the book burnings was taken after the Institute of Sexology had been raided. That's their books. Literature on so much about sexuality, eroticism, and gender, yes including their new work on trans people. This is the trans community's Alexandria. We're incredibly lucky that enough of it survived for Harry Benjamin and everyone who came after him was able to build on the Institute's work.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of the May Nazi book burning of the Institute of Sexology's library. A soldier, back facing the camera, is throwing a stack of books into the fire. In the background of the right side, a crowd is watching.]

As the Holocaust went on, the homosexuals of Germany became a targeted group. This did include transgender people, no matter what you say. To deny this reality is Holocaust denial. JK Rowling and everyone else who tries to pretend like this isn't reality is participating in that evil. You're agreeing with the Nazis.

But of course, you knew that already, didn't you?

Edit: Added image IDs. I apologize to those using screen readers for forgetting them. Please reblog this version instead.

#transgender #trans history #transsexual #transphobia #Magnus Hirschfeld #holocaust #holocaust denial #book burning #j.k. rowling #jk rowling #just in case you missed what i mean by all this: go fuck yourself anon :)#trans people have always existed #and we will always exist #if you really wanna pick a fight with me over well-documented history then you better bring in some sources to back your shit #queer history #queer #lgbt+#lgbta+#lgbt #lgbt history #edit: i finally got around to those damn image IDs. i am so very sorry for totally forgetting that's my bimbo moment of the month #also real quick i thought about adding an image of the actual building but the only one i can find has a Nazi parade in front of it #it was taken the day of the book burning raid and honestly if i were to include it then i'd add it to the first few paragraphs #and i think the story's better told when you uphold the hope Magnus Hirschfeld and all the researchers he worked with had #also keeps being brought up: yes Hirschfeld was a eugenicist. it was a popular belief set that was only discredited after WW2 #Hirschfeld died in 1935. he literally didn't live long enough to see science turn against those beliefs and practices #considering how he changed his mind on transitions i like to think he would've changed his mind on eugenics too if he'd lived

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cemeterything · 5 months

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i do enjoy "living weapon" characters but specifically living weapons who did in fact do absolutely horrific things which at least a part of them enjoyed and thought was good and right at the time, and that no amount of not knowing any better or guilt they feel in hindsight will ever make up for. i love living weapons who are "irredeemable", and no it's not their fault that they were made that way or pointed in the directions they were by the hand that wielded them, and yes they are victims, but so were their victims. living weapons who some people will never be able to forgive, but who still wake up every day and try to do better than what's expected of them. a sword that uses its blade to cut wheat to make bread for the people who once lived in fear of its arc falling on their heads.

#🐉#in my head this is how VAL thesiltverses story will end #im aware its deranged of me but i want that for her

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starlene · 2 years

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In episode #156 of the podcast Reply All, the hosts receive a mysterious phone call from an anonymous person who claims they’ve come up with a cure for baldness. I’ve always loved that episode, because to me, that call sounds exactly like Jekyll trying to convince the board of governors of his new miracle cure.

Hence, this.

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Postgraduate student Henry Jekyll approaches the board of governors of St. Jude’s Hospital to secure funding for his new experiment: a cure for baldness.

Henry Jekyll entered the boardroom of St. Jude’s Hospital, nerves nearly getting the better of his self-assurance. He was greeted with an air of complete indifference. The governors were seated around a table, quietly chatting about whatever it is that governors of a respectable London hospital chat about, without as much as giving Jekyll a look to acknowledge his presence. A secretary was sitting on the side, lazily scribbling something on the pages of his notebook.

Jekyll gave Sir Danvers Carew a look. Sir Danvers nodded, and with just a low a-hem from him, the room fell silent.

“My friends,” Sir Danvers began. “As governors of St. Jude’s Hospital, we are well aware of the controversial nature of Mr. Jekyll’s research. But our high regard for his work on his PhD and his reputation as a hard-working student demand that he be given a proper hearing.”

It was now or never! Jekyll took a deep breath and recited his carefully rehearsed opening line:

“Distinguished governors! I have requested your time and attention today because I’m pretty sure I might have figured out the cure to balding.”

“Jekyll, you’re all talk and no result,” General Glossop immediately retorted. “This is a hospital! We deal in saving lives, not in wig making.”

Jekyll shot back an irritated look.

“It’s not, like, just related to hair. It actually has a lot of ramifications for, like, health.”

Moving his eyes from one governor to the next, Jekyll tried to catch some sign of interest or encouragement in their eyes. It was to no avail – his gaze was only met with haughty, indifferent looks.

“There is some science behind it, like, some biochemistry. I did take some science classes in college.”

Everyone in the room was staring at Jekyll with an unreadable expression now. Sir Danvers muttered something unintelligible under his breath. Someone coughed.

“Well, what is this mysterious serum?”

Jekyll fell silent for a little while, searching for the right words. He had prepared a full speech in his mind beforehand, but this wasn’t going according to script.

“I cannot say. I mean, it’s sort of, like, there’s a limited supply of this thing. By nature of what it is, it’s limited by, like, resources.”

“So you’re not willing to tell us what’s in it?”

Jekyll shook his head. Lady Beaconsfield rolled her eyes.

“Can you at the very least tell us this: why do you think this mystery substance cures baldness?”

“I’ve sorta been testing it… on myself.”

Finally, there was an observable reaction: Jekyll’s response elicited a series of horrified gasps and disapproving remarks from the board.

“You’re the laughing stock of your faculty and polite society! A mad scientist!”

“Order, please,” Sir Danvers commanded. The racket died down, and with an exaggerated air of serenity and self-control, Sir Archibald Proops took it upon himself to continue the interrogation.

“How do you apply it?”

“Indeed, do tell us,” Lord Savage interjected in a mocking tone. “How did you discover this finite resource and be like, You know what? I’m going to rub this on my head!”

“No, you don’t rub anything on your head,” Jekyll almost yelled, “there’s no rubbing of any substances anywhere! It's a food, actually.”

“It’s a food?“

Jekyll nodded.

“But you won’t tell us what it is?”

Jekyll shook his head.

“And it makes your hair grow back?”

“It doesn’t do just that, it’s, like… it makes you feel… uhh.”

Jekyll buried his face into his hands. Whatever he had imagined while practicing the meeting in front of his mirror that morning, it wasn’t this nonsensical, hostile cross-examination. Why was it so hard? Why couldn’t he make them understand?

“The thing is,” Jekyll took a deep breath and continued, “it goes beyond hair. I used to feel, like, really tired and sort of depressed throughout the day. Just, like, I just wanna lie in bed and not do anything. But this has almost, like, removed this shroud of depression…”

“Is it swordfish,” the Bishop of Basingstoke interrupted. “The mystery potion? Is it swordfish?”

“It’s the blood of salamanders,” Lady Beaconsfield offered.

Suddenly, everyone was shouting over each other again.

“What’s all the mystery? Much ado about nothing, if you ask me.”

“I do feel like we're being conned somehow. This feels like a con.”

“Is it fucking moon rocks? What is it?!”

“Forever asking us to endorse empty promises!”

Even Sir Danvers, who quietly prided himself in his calm and composed manner no matter the situation, was nearing the end of his rope now. He spoke up.

“You’re being very coy about this. Stop beating around the bush! Also, I still don't know exactly what your question is. Why are you in so much pain about this, and what do you want from us?”

Jekyll let out an audible groan. Why were they being so damn obtuse?

“I’m concerned because if it comes out, then… almost by nature, it has to be limited. Then only, like, wealthier people will afford it. Which is why I’m asking for your help. I need funds so that it can become cheaper.”

Jekyll’s gaze met a wall of unreadable expressions again. His voice cracking from frustration, he launched out on his last desperate attempt.

“I just think everyone deserves to have hair, not just millionaires and billionaires.”

The governors were trying to catch each other’s eyes now, as if to make sure that everyone was on the same page. After a brief moment, it was Sir Archibald that encapsulated all of their thoughts into two concise words.

“Who cares?”

After a devastating silence that Jekyll felt stretched beyond both time and space, the secretary spoke up:

“So, distinguished colleagues. Your verdict, please.”

“Nay.”

“Sir Danvers?”

“Abstain.”

“By six votes to none – with one abstention – this proposition is rejected. Thank you for your time, Mr. Jekyll.”

~

Rushing out of the boardroom at a furious pace, Jekyll almost crashed into Utterson. His friend had been waiting for him in the corridor, eavesdropping on every word.

Giving a look at Jekyll’s receding hairline and running a hand through his own head of thick curls, he spoke up, his nonchalant comment destroying what little was left of Jekyll’s composure.

“Well, that went pretty much as well as can be expected, don’t you think?”

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Note: 90% of the dialogue in this fic is made up of quotes from either episode #156 The Cure for Everything of Reply All, or the script of Jekyll & Hyde the musical.

#I have no idea if this is funny to anyone else but myself... but to me it's pretty hilarious #Jekyll and Hyde #Jekyll & Hyde #Jekyll and Hyde musical #Reply All #my stories.

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gravitycoill · 7 months

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lil comic i’ve had in my head for a bit

#digital art #cons art #adventure time #fionna and cake #fionna and cake fanart #marshall lee #fionna and cake marshall lee #fionna and cake gary #fionna and cake garry #gary prince #prince gumball #ice queen #fionna and cake ice queen #gumlee #also i’ve had this idea in my head but i just used the designs n stuff from ep 9 #uurrghhh i’m also such a lil nerd like erm ice queen has a dif story from simon 🤓☝️ but IDC RN….#like most the times i geek out about ice queen being different from ice king and how she might not be simone but whatever

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ato-dato · 8 months

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One mans barber can be another mans nemesis.

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deep-space-netwerk · 7 months

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So Venus is my favorite planet in the solar system - everything about it is just so weird.

It has this extraordinarily dense atmosphere that by all accounts shouldn't exist - Venus is close enough to the sun (and therefore hot enough) that the atmosphere should have literally evaporated away, just like Mercury's. We think Earth manages to keep its atmosphere by virtue of our magnetic field, but Venus doesn't even have that going for it. While Venus is probably volcanically active, it definitely doesn't have an internal magnetic dynamo, so whatever form of volcanism it has going on is very different from ours. And, it spins backwards! For some reason!!

But, for as many mysteries as Venus has, the United States really hasn't spent much time investigating it. The Soviet Union, on the other hand, sent no less than 16 probes to Venus between 1961 and 1984 as part of the Venera program - most of them looked like this!

The Soviet Union had a very different approach to space than the United States. NASA missions are typically extremely risk averse, and the spacecraft we launch are generally very expensive one-offs that have only one chance to succeed or fail.

It's lead to some really amazing science, but to put it into perspective, the Mars Opportunity rover only had to survive on Mars for 90 days for the mission to be declared a complete success. That thing lasted 15 years. I love the Opportunity rover as much as any self-respecting NASA engineer, but how much extra time and money did we spend that we didn't technically "need" to for it to last 60x longer than required?

Anyway, all to say, the Soviet Union took a more incremental approach, where failures were far less devastating. The Venera 9 through 14 probes were designed to land on the surface of Venus, and survive long enough to take a picture with two cameras - not an easy task, but a fairly straightforward goal compared to NASA standards. They had…mixed results.

Venera 9 managed to take a picture with one camera, but the other one's lens cap didn't deploy.

Venera 10 also managed to take a picture with one camera, but again the other lens cap didn't deploy.

Venera 11 took no pictures - neither lens cap deployed this time.

Venera 12 also took no pictures - because again, neither lens cap deployed.

Lotta problems with lens caps.

For Venera 13 and 14, in addition to the cameras they sent a device to sample the Venusian "soil". Upon landing, the arm was supposed to swing down and analyze the surface it touched - it was a simple mechanism that couldn't be re-deployed or adjusted after the first go.

This time, both lens caps FINALLY ejected perfectly, and we were treated to these marvelous, eerie pictures of the Venus landscape:

However, when the Venera 14 soil sampler arm deployed, instead of sampling the Venus surface, it managed to swing down and land perfectly on….an ejected lens cap.

#space #space history #venus #NASA #Venera #spost #I will talk all day about venus #ask me about venus floating sky cities #unpopular opinion venus > mars #this is probably my favorite space history story #the surface of venus is made of lens caps #don't try to tell me the universe doesn't have a sense of humor #well #I guess its more that people have a sense of humor and we happen to live in the universe

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saints-who-never-existed · 7 months

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“In the war film, a soldier can hold his buddy—as long as his buddy is dying on the battlefield. In the western, Butch Cassidy can wash the Sundance Kid’s naked flesh—as long as it is wounded. In the boxing film, a trainer can rub the well-developed torso and sinewy back of his protege—as long as it is bruised. In the crime film, a mob lieutenant can embrace his boss like a lover—as long as he is riddled with bullets.

Violence makes the homo-eroticism of many “male” genres invisible; it is a structural mechanism of plausible deniability.”

–Tarantino’s Incarnational Theology: Reservoir Dogs, Crucifixions, and Spectacular Violence. Kent L. Brintnall.

#Another day another quote that's been rattling around in my head for an age #Which again sums things up better than I ever could #And of course it's not just about the physical deterioration at the end of the story allowing for intimacy #The idea permeates the whole show #Tozer holding Heather as his exposed brain freezes on the deck #Crozier and Hickey reaching a state of psychological intimacy but only through the violence of the lash #You could argue a link between Hickey and Goodsir too through the intimacy and violence inflicted on Irving #Both his killing and his autopsy #The Terror #The Terror AMC #Meta

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quibbs · 17 days

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just had SO much fun with the fallout tv show... i love you missus okey dokey

#fallout #fallout tv show #my art #lucy maclean #i was not expecting it to be so good but it was!! delightful #i think i like video game adaptations better when they do their own thing with it lol #such a relief to instead of seeing something regurgitated mindlessly for profit #its actually just a completely fresh story but in a familiar setting. cool balm on my skin #i guess that's where i'm at in the remake hell we all live in rn #ella purnell has the sweetest biggest eyes i've ever god damn seen

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perplexingly · 3 months

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I took the text from Frankenstein: A New Musical

#Frankenstein is such a good story because after Victor declined to make another wretch like the Creature #the Creature decided to make a wretch out of Victor #it simply doesn’t get better than this #my art #frankenstein #Frankenstein a new musical

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