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NASA plans to fill the sky with colorful, artificial clouds

  • Later in June, people in the U.S. mid-Atlantic region will likely be treated to a unique early-morning sight: colorful artificial clouds, thanks to NASA.
  • The blue-green and red clouds will be produced by the launch of a Terrier Improved Malemute sounding rocket carrying 10 canisters, which will be deployed approximately five minutes after the launch.
  • These canisters will release the colorful vapor trail, which allow NASA’s scientists to track how particles move in space and learn more about upper atmospheric winds.
  • Though vapor tracers have been used by scientists in the past, the multi-canister ampoule ejection system onboard this mission will allow scientists to cover a much larger area than previous tests, the NASA website notes. Read more (6/5/17)

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#DateMeBuckyBarnes (Part 14)

Summary: When Hollywood’s heartthrob Bucky Barnes breaks up with his girlfriend, you jokingly tag him in a selfie on Instagram to express your desire to date him. What you don’t expect is a response from the man himself [Modern AU].

Word Count: 1,006

‘#DateMeBuckyBarnes’ Masterlist

A/N: Um…

Originally posted by imaginingbucky

“Gorgeous, wake up,” Bucky lightly nudged your arm as you let out a whine in protest, pushing his hand off of you. Chuckling, Bucky gently shook your shoulder, his voice thrumming quietly within the silence. “Wake up, we’re here,” he told you again. “Let’s go.”

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Baekhyun's Riffs and Runs
Baekhyun's Riffs and Runs

because Baekhyun deserves some recognition for this album

  1. Lucky One
  2. Artificial Love
  3. Cloud Nine
  4. Stronger
  5. White Noise
  6. One and Only
  7. They Never Know
  8. Monster
exo discography users.

all the users are free by the time im posting. if you take any of them in the intention to use, let me know!

mama album:

  • whtslov (what is love)
  • hsittory (history)
  • twomwns (two moons)

xoxo album:

  • bbydntcriy (baby don’t cry)
  • blackrpeal (black pearl)
  • letoulthebeast (let out the beast)

miracles in december album:

  • mirclsindcmbr (miracles in december)
  • chrstmasday (christmas day)
  • turntcry (my turn to cry)
  • frrstsnow (the first snow)

overdose album:

  • ovvrdose (overdose)
  • mnoIight (moonlight)

exo exology chapter 1: the lost planet album:

  • thelostplnet (the lost planet)
  • ifmlay (im lay)
  • delighst (delight)
  • upnrsing (up rising)
  • baektmaker (beat maker) im so trashed
  • tllmewhtislve (tell me what is love)
  • brkinmchine (breakin’ machine)
  • bwuitful (beautiful)
  • deepbrwth (deep breath)
  • grwoIf (growl + wolf)

exodus album:

  • callmebuby (call me baby)
  • tranfsormer (transformer)
  • eIdxorado (el dorado)
  • plwyboi (playboy) mess
  • ladulcky (lady luck)

sing for you album:

  • unvfair (unfair)
  • singrfyou (sing for you)
  • onthesniow (on the snow)
  • LlGTHSABER (lightsaber)

ex'act album:

  • luclkyone (lucky one)
  • artificialrve (artificial love)
  • clwud9 (cloud 9)
  • theyenvrknow (they never know)
  • whteinoise (white noise)
  • oneardonly (one and only)

for life album:

  • wivterheat (winter heat)
  • twentfyour (twenty four)
  • falIngforu (falling for you)

For most people a clear blue sky is a comforting sight. Of all the familiar sights in our life, the sky provides the reassurance all is right with the world. But as with all things with which we grow comfortable, we sometimes take the sky for granted. We have been used to our sky as clear, blue and limitless, or dotted with clouds.
But another sky has come into view over the past 13 years, a sky that has been strewn with an entirely new and unnatural form of vapor trails. We know about and have become accustomed to seeing trails of water vapor emitted from an airplane, an entirely natural and commonplace occurrence. But there are other trails which we may have observed that are manmade and come from planes; however this second type of trail lingers, spreads, and eventually covers the entire sky. Is there any difference between normal clouds, and the so-called clouds that are produced by the second type of trail? Perhaps you have noticed the differences in the two types of airplane trails, and the two types of clouds, but most people do not talk about these differences.
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accara-park  asked:

Not to be problematic or anything but all the songs on the Ex'Act album sucked except Lucky One, Monster, Artificial Love, Cloud 9, Heaven, White Noise, One and Only, They Never Know and Stronger :)))

but isn’t that……………….all of them i

- Admin Xiufairy

Adrien is excited to reveal his true identity, while Marinette is terrified. But Master Fu says they can’t afford to be distant any longer. Chat Noir and Ladybug are meant to work in tandem both in and out of uniform, their strength stemming from the bond created between them. Yet, teenagers are sometimes better at dancing blind than running with wide open eyes, even with the steps laid out before them.

Steps in the path of an expanding world. Apart, they’ll flounder. But together, they might just stand a chance.

Chapters 1 - 10
Word Count: 122,141

Chapters 11 - 22
Word Count: 172,956

Chapter 22: Fate - Part 2

The gathering darkness above their heads was worrisome, but Chat kept his focus on Volpina. Even as red streaks of lighting sparked and darted through the artificial black clouds, he had his eyes on her. She’d staggered up, chest laboring as she did, and stood, hunched, on the other side of the rooftop. To say there was something off about her would be a bit of an understatement, but Chat supposed he’d seen this coming. Not the instability itself, or the result, but the building variability in her behavior toward him and others.

Perhaps that was a side effect of being akumatized so long. She was so submerged in negative emotions—it’d make sense that she’d become unhinged. Unable to carry the burden without breaking.

It didn’t excuse what she’d done, however.

“You’re so predictable,” she spat, licking her lips. “Come to save the day, of course. So heroic.” Some of her loosened hair was plastered down her cheek, stuck there by sweat. The volatile lightning above their heads was hot enough to drop a heat wave over the city, so abrupt and so heavy that it was like walking into an oven.

“You say that as if your actions don’t justify my own,” he replied simply. One staff in hand and the other replaced on his hip, he pulled his wings in until they were folded along his back. The golden feathers—like hair on a cat’s back—felt light and alert with every static spark of lightning that burst overhead. Though they were seemingly silky, there was an iridescent sheen to their surface that reflected the red streaks, casting a warm, rainbow wave of colors across the gold. It shifted back and forth, rippling with each bit of light caught.

Like his suit, he couldn’t be sure what the feathers themselves were made from. While they were malleable and fanned like feathers, their shimmering, metallic appearance echoed more of stretched, paper-thin scales stacked one on top of another, shining and melding together until it was a wavering swell of gold.

Another harsh crack of red lightning flashed overhead, causing his wings, tail, and ears to twitch.

“If you’d simply handed over the miraculouses from the beginning, much of this could have been avoided,” Volpina reasoned. “You and Ladybug are the ones responsible.”

“Is that your opinion, or Hawkmoth’s?” Chat asked.

She narrowed her gaze, the white of her irises seeming to intensify. “Is there a difference?”

Chat supposed that was answer enough.

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Rising back to the world on a tide of gold...

Written by Elstine

Illusion upon illusion, Abigail was infamous among the Defectors and Cultist for obtuse use of the mind-warping magic; going blade to blade with the Director was no different. Skeptics often say that magic is just a bunch of smoke and mirrors, and in this case, it was mostly smoke. Within the exchange of blows, hidden by the thick drape of dark-gray, artificial clouds Abigail had cast a power and quick incantation with the assistance of pre-drawn runes along the cobble floor they had engaged their melee on.

Before Elstine could even blink, both he and Abigail burst out of a vicious white ball of energy; splurging out onto the soaking marshlands of the overhead lands known to Cultist and Defectors alike as the seedling Capital of Romska. Winded, Elstine scrambled to his feet - just as Abigail did the same, a mad dash to see who could get the advantage on the other.

Five yards apart, broadsword in both the Illusionist’s grip and the Director’s. Just like in the tales of old that Elstine had grown up hearing about around a summer-time campfires; the wind whipped around the two, the forest and graveyard like ruins of the military fort growing to a stomach churning silence. One would have to make a move before the other and put their limbs and life on the line; both building the confidence and strategy to take the offensive as they began to circle around one another in the sticky gray mud filled with the ash of the dead.

The ground rumbled below their boots, Elstine took the minor distraction and darted forward - splitting of a second giving him just the barest of cuts along Abigail’s chest; the triangulated steel tip of his blade ripping into the thin leathers and exposed marred flesh beneath, creating a sizable gash. Though the risk had some reward, like most things it was bitter sweet. In his advance Abigail to brought her broadsword to the Director’s side; burying the serrated edge into his ribs before providing a dismissive kick to his gut to put some distance between the two.

Wounded and winded, Elstine hurdled back - barely catching his footing in the slicked goop below. Another rumble of the earth quaked below them, and now Abigail made her move to finish the job. Raising her blade up and charging forward with an aggressive step, she’d begin bringing down her blade as she closed the distance. Fortunately - Elstine wasn’t here for honor or glory, to prove himself as a master Swordsmen or a better combatant… He was here to win; in all things.

As Abigail rushed forward, Elstine removed the holstered single-shot pistol from his hip, lined up the shot as the Illusionist pressured him and broke into sword-range, and finally pulled the trigger just as she began to lower her blade down. The rippling effect of the thunder-like snap, the breath of fire, and the final eruption of force slamming into Abigails midsection; met with a final rumbling of the earth below their feet as the caverns below began to give way. Large fissures began to form, pools of water suddenly being made into mile-high waterfalls; the ground was ripping apart.

With a final large quake, Elstine and Abigail were tossed off their feet and into the mud several yards apart - Elstine again struggling to his feet, only to watch as Abigail’s limp body was swallowed whole by the earth, disappearing into an underworld’s empire. Growling, Elstine gripped at his side and with a hurried limp and bountiful adrenaline he began his escape from the falling world and falling Empire.

From the ashes of mistakes and following death, the Harboson Family would rise back to the world on a tide of gold.


Prompt for The Great Sealand Takeover verse: “After the ending of the last chapter I have a sudden urge to read Protective!Geoff, Jack, Ryan, Michael, Ray over Gavin being a target. And maybe Gavin getting taken but he’s a lot better now because he keeps remembering in his head "They’ll come for me, they’ll come for me” Maybe he begins to doubt a little bit but the boys come for him and then he feels guilty but they all make up in the end!“

Set after Sealand but non-"canon” as all Sealand prompts are non-canon.

t/w: Distorted sense of time and reality.

Gavin woke up alone in a cold room.

He regained consciousness slowly and in stages; the first thing he noticed was that he felt sick, a churning nausea deep in his stomach, a fuzzing dizziness at the back of his head. For a while he was groggy, drifting in and out of it, but presently he became aware that he was lying on a hard surface, something cold and rough against one cheek. His arms hurt.

Slowly he forced his eyes open and then, as he realised he was somewhere completely unfamiliar, a jolt of panic ripped through him, snapping him awake.

Oh God, oh God, where the fuck am I-

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