Hotblood!returns September 15, and this week’s guest art is by Kaeti, illustrator and author of the stunning, lush, and serene fantasy comic Call of the Sentinel! As you can see here, her palettes and landscapes are to die for!!
The crowded heart of the Hercules globular cluster
This image, taken by the Advanced Camera for Surveys on the Hubble
Space Telescope, shows the core of the great globular cluster Messier 13
and provides an extraordinarily clear view of the hundreds of thousands
of stars in the cluster, one of the brightest and best known in the
sky. Just 25 000 light-years away and about 145 light-years in diameter,
Messier 13 has drawn the eye since its discovery by Edmund Halley, the
noted British astronomer, in 1714. The cluster lies in the constellation
of Hercules and is so bright that under the right conditions it is even
visible to the unaided eye. As Halley wrote: “This is but a little Patch, but it shews it self to the naked Eye, when the Sky is serene and the Moon absent.”
Messier 13 was the target of a symbolic Arecibo radio telescope message
that was sent in 1974, communicating humanity’s existence to possible
extraterrestrial intelligences. However, more recent studies suggest
that planets are very rare in the dense environments of globular
Messier 13 has also appeared in literature. In his 1959 novel, The Sirens of Titan, Kurt Vonnegut wrote “Every
passing hour brings the Solar System forty-three thousand miles closer
to Globular Cluster M13 in Hercules — and still there are some misfits
who insist that there is no such thing as progress.” The step from
Halley’s early telescopic view to this Hubble image indicates some
measure of the progress in astronomy in the last three hundred years.
picture was created from images taken with the Wide Field Channel of
the Advanced Camera for Surveys on the Hubble Space Telescope. Data
through a blue filter (F435W) are coloured blue, data through a red
filter (F625W) are coloured green and near-infrared data (through the
F814W filter) are coloured red. The exposure times are 1480 s, 380 s and
567 s respectively and the field of view is about 2.5 arcminutes
AKB48 Watanabe Mayu receives a love confession on UTAGE!
“In this week’s UTAGE!, Pokota appeared as a surprise guest much to the shock of AKB48 Watanabe Mayu. Pokota has guested on UTAGE! in the past and his serenation of Mayuyu(and her aversion to him) is a running gag in the show.
This week, Sashihara Rino reveals that Mayuyu seems excited whenever Pokota appears.
Sasshi: She’s been like that for a long time. Actually after meeting him for the 1st time, she’d send me videos of Pokota. When he’s scheduled to appear, she’d say ‘Sasshi, Pokota san is coming!’ like she’s very happy.
Mayu of course furiously denies.
Pokota is grinning from ear to ear and moves over to Mayu’s side.
He serenades Mayuyu again with a GACKT song and gets his standard whack from Nakai.
After settling down again, Mayu comments “Definitely impossible, THAT”
Nakai: Can you guys (for the sake of UTAGE) get papp-ed for once?
Mayu: It’ll be easier for me to die.
Pokota: Actually i asked my agency if i could go directly to her handshake event.
Nakai: You had already bought the CD?
Pokota: Yes, but they stopped me and said i’m already old enough so i shouldn’t make things difficult for her. On this occasion, let me express my thoughts.(He stands up and everyone goes into a state of disbelief.)
Mayu: This is my first time getting confessed to. I don’t want it to be him!
Pokota: It was partially an act at first, but when i realised it…..I LIKE YOU!
Nakai: You love her?
Pokota: Well i’d have to know her better first.. (Everyone comments ‘he’s serious!’)
Mayu couldn’t believe what she’d heard. Kisumai Senga: He’s probably serious. Nakai to Mayu: If he’s not lying, are you happy? Mayu: Ye….Ye…..s. Of cos to receive feelings like that, i’m happy.
Nakai to Sashihara: What is Watanabe thinking? Sashihara: I think she doesn’t really care about it.“
On the outskirts of the city, just slightly beyond the grasp of the neon lights, overgrown malls, and broken highways, there is an old white house with a little picket fence. “The girl who lives there is a witch,” the locals say, and stay away from the house, despite its welcoming gardens and never closed doors. “The girl there can see into your past.”
The guests from the city, survivors of many lives, predictably laugh at such old-age fears. “What kind of a gift is that?” they say with a scoff. “If she could see into my future, now that would be something to discuss.” But the villagers only shake their heads in reply, until someone starts explaining, patiently, quietly, as if to a child. “She sees the ghosts. Some are dragged on chains behind those who cruelly refused to let them find the serenity of death. Others, they are wandering side by side with those who did not notice they were gone. And then there is the third kind, the most desired, yet almost unnoticeable; far ahead, they are paving the way for those who could not move on. Luna sees them all. She does not speak with them; ghosts do not talk; she says they’ve said enough. They do not listen; they’ve heard enough. And they never, ever leave; they have nowhere else to go.”
Then a silence falls over the dining table, and the guests shift uncomfortably in their chairs, stealing glances into the windows, trying to catch Luna’s reflection on the frozen glass. Someone shivers, and someone else throws wood into the fireplace, to keep away the sudden cold.
The next day the guests from the city too avoid the old white house with a little picket fence, just to be safe, and shamefully lower their eyes passing Luna in the street, hoping she would not look at them, hoping she would not see. They leave abruptly in the middle of the night, never to come back, and, like thunder after lightning, their ghosts follow.
Untouched by the city’s esurient hands, the town stays still.
This was one of the hardest decisions of your life. With the prom around the corner and your infatuation with the guys, it was difficult to even focus on anything.
The thing was, you fell for the guys. For different reasons, you were able to see yourself with them.
Castiel was like a little puppy. He was intrigued with everything you did. He wanted to know you, understand you in a way no one has. He loved to try new things with you and that was what you loved about him. Being with Castiel was like experiencing life for the first time.
Sam was more on the calming side. Studying with you for hours on end. Taking you to the book stores and experiencing life in the simplest way. It wasn’t much but it was more than enough. It’s the littlest things that matter the most, right? With Sam, you always felt safe, secure. He gave you peace, and serenity. You were so comfortable with that guy.
But then there was Dean. The sarcastic asshat you somehow fell for. He was mysterious, and crazy. Always getting you in trouble. Whether it was keeping you late from class, or making you sneak out of your house and take you somewhere different. Being with him was a constant roller coaster.
They were your best friends. The reason you got up and went to school everyday. They all meant the world to you in their own little way.
But looking at them. Loosing yourself in Castiel’s beautiful blue eyes, feigning to feel Deans plump lips, craving to caress Sam’s body. You didn’t know what to do.
♋️ I love you because you endure. You are the daisies bending in the wind and rain but always surviving to see the sunshine and serenity. There is calmness in the way you carry yourself and care in the way you treat others. Your heart can heal any wound.
♒️ I love you because you’re complex. You let your thoughts roam free and unrestricted and your mind has taken you places other people can’t even imagine. You are an elusive wanderer and there is so much intrigue in your words, your mannerisms, and your sideways glances.
My brother wanted to make a fusion with gems based on our gemstones. So I revived my emerald concepts and tweaked them a little. I wouldn’t quite call it finished. I’m still debating on stuff like deer tail or cow tail ( my zodiac is taurus)
Emerald is a very small gem with a big heart. While they are very relaxed to the point of laziness sometimes, the serenity around them tends to encourage others to take a deep breath and enjoy the peace and quiet.
They enjoy nurturing others. Whether it be helping them with personal problems or providing them with more practical needs Emerald just likes to help people and things grow and become the best they can be.
While Emerald can be active they tends to only be so with things they like or enjoy otherwise its very difficult to motivate them. They do enjoy traveling for a short amount of time but afterwards they will want to return back home.
Finally they are an extreme romantic. They love love and seeing it in any shape or form, whether it is friendship, familial love, romance, or even sexual love ( * wiggles eyebrows*)In matters of love they’ll do just about anything to see it flourish.
Location: Farm/Forest/Field : They live on a small abandoned farm next to the forest. They rarely receive visitors and tend to hang out with the local wildlife and farm animals.
Gem: Heart Facet located on the chest.
Weapon: Watering Can: Holds a special elixir that when sprinkled on something can help it grow. The drawback is that too much can cause the growth to go out of control and turn monstrous.
gems: Boosts their power temporarily
plants: Helps plants to grow and bloom.
people: Havent tested it yet and hopefully never will.
Music: “Waltz of the Flowers” by Tchaikovsky or “Merry Go Round” by Joe Hisaishi
Fusion: Only with very close and trusted companions.
Harriet left Miss Twitterton tucked up on the nuptial couch with a hot-water bottle and an aspirin and, passing softly into the next room, discovered her lord in the act of pulling his shirt over his head. She waited for his face to reappear and then said, “Hullo!”
“Hullo! All serene?”
“Yes. Better now. What’s happening downstairs?”
“Sellon’s telephoned from the post-office and the Super’s coming over from Broxford with the police-surgeon. So I came up to put on a collar and tie.”
Of course, thought Harriet, secretly entertained. Someone has died in our house, so we put on a collar and tie. Nothing could be more obvious. How absurd men are! And how clever in devising protective armour for themselves! What kind of tie will it be? Black would surely be excessive. Dull purple or an unobtrusive spot? No. A regimental tie. Nothing could be more proper. Purely official and committing one to nothing. Completely silly and charming.
She smoothed the smile from her lips and watched the solemn transference of personal property from blazer pockets to appropriate situations about a coat and waistcoat.
–Dorothy L. Sayers, Busman’s Honeymoon, Chapter VII. “Lotos and Cactus,” 1937.
Image: The regimental tie of the Rifle Brigade, which, according to Paul Austin Delagardie’s biographical note preceding Unnatural Death, was Lord Peter’s regiment for at least part of the Great War. (x)
hi! im atlas. i like video games (rpgs mostly) and dumb jokes and obscure fandoms. if your fave is unpopular they’re probably my fave too.
i need new blogs to follow and want to make more mutuals bc i like making friends but mostly im interested in seeing /more/ on my dash period so if you could please rec, reblog or like this post and let me know if there’s anyone out there interested in the following that’d be great:
fallout franchise/elder scrolls/fable franche
serenity rose graphic novels
mental illness/neurodivergence activism
metas in these fandoms
pro Death With Dignity act
not a terf
lastly, if youre a dragon age blog: i’m not interested in following people who are anti seb, carver, vivienne, oghren, isabela, fenris or merrill. anders positive is fine (and in some cases encouraged) but i don’t need that kind of negativity in my life im unfortunately hypersensitive to some things and people who are anti those characters make me feel unsafe