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Massive, bright green meteor fireball lights up Midwestern sky

  • A bright green fireball was spotted in the sky early Monday morning at approximately 1:30 a.m. Central time.
  • The American Meteor Society received over 200 reports of the meteor from viewers, primarily concentrated in the Midwestern states of Wisconsin, Illinois and Michigan.
  • The sightings, as reported on AMS’s website, spanned as far east as upstate New York and as far south as Kentucky. Read more

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For Every Broken Dream

Chapter One (read on ao3) {4557 words}
At seventeen, James Potter’s only option is to work in service at the large Evans estate as a farmer. He can’t mess this up- he needs it more than ever. Shame things are never as easy as we want them to be.

Amidst a heavy blanket of snow there stands a shivering James Potter. His shoes are weak and frayed, multiple holes give the bone-chilling muddy snow access to his already numbed toes. He shivers, it’s unforgivably cold and the chill bites at his skin but still he marches on.

He fights against the harsh winter elements and pulls his tattered jacket closer around his shaking body. Then he stares up, mouth half open in amazement, at the house sitting on the hills.

The Evans manor looms over the horizon. It’s almost threatening.  

It’s the largest house he has ever laid eyes on; extravagant and massive. Bright lights shine out of every window and hot smoke curls out of the dozens of chimneys, boastful and mocking.

It’s taunting him.

The closer and closer he gets to it the more… breathtaking it becomes.

It’s elegant and his saving grace, providing him with shelter, warmth, food and coin. And yet he has a terrible feeling that in some ways it will be like a prison. That it will, ultimately, also be his downfall.

He lets out a deep, shaky breath.

He needs the money, he needs to escape the madness, he needs… hope . And this opportunity rose out of the ashes like a God-send; he’d be a fool to pass it up. He could not mess this up. 

This was everything to him.

Working for the Evans family, that’s his life now.

“Potter, I presume?” An old woman with striking blue eyes looks him up and down.

He feels her stare, at the state of his mud-splattered trousers and at the drenched jacket. He has half a mind to tell her that he can’t exactly control the weather now, can he? If it was sunny he’d be in a better appearance.

“Yes ma’am.”

But he remembers why he’s here. He remembers how important this is to him. That he can’t mess this up.

He looks at the woman straight and hard, like how he’s been told. Respectful, yielding. He’s in the working world now.

He gives her a clumsy bow, long legs buckle as his back bends. His cap slides off his head almost like it’s flying and lands, gracefully, into the puddle by his feet.  

It’s the woman’s look of wild alarm as he grabs for it and squeezes out as much excess water as he can before placing it back over his windswept hair. But it’s also the precarious shadow of someone in one of the large windows, watching as the woman addresses herself as McGonagall, the housekeeper.

James feels somewhat on edge, like he’s in a lions den.

It’s when McGonagall turns away from the house and he follows after begrudgingly that he can still feel that stare on his back.

He gulps; uncertainty and fear cripples him. But he marches on.

Past the house, up the gravel pathway, and into the never-ending wood where the trees are so numerous and dense that in summer time you probably wouldn’t even be able to see the sky through it.

It’s about a ten minute walk before he’s met with the farmer’s fields.

There’s a thick scattering of frost, but he can make out the allotments filled with seeds and growing vegetables, apple trees and bushes surrounding the large farm that’s to the side. A quaint looking, but relatively decent-sized, cottage smiles at him from across the lane. Animal noises and sounds fill the air, it’s almost refreshing.

A plump and excited looking man stands waiting for them, a dog wags his bottle brush like tail non-stop by his feet.

“Mr Slughorn,” McGonagall states when they finally halt to a stop. “This is the boy.”

Slughorn takes James’ hands and he’s swept up into the most uncomfortable and yet pleasant hug imaginable. Calloused and rough hands then shake him, gigantic smiles and well-spoken wishes fill the air, that James is most welcome and that they’re now family.

The big dog lets out a happy woof, far too excited now by the prospect of making a new friend, and runs towards the newcomer. Dirty paws jump at him and then James is on the floor, laughing for what seems the first time in years as a smelly, wet tongue licks his face.

Despite everything, James finds himself grinning. 

As long as he tries to forget about what happened… as long as tries to forget about the large house acres away and the rich family who reside inside it, he thinks he’ll enjoy it here.

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Artist’s impression of the fastest rotating star (artist’s impression)

This is an artist’s concept of the fastest rotating star found to date. The massive, bright young star, called VFTS 102 rotates at about two million kilometres per hour. Centrifugal force from this dizzying spin rate has flattened the star into an oblate shape, and spun off a disk of hot plasma, seen edge on in this view from a hypothetical planet. The star may have “spun up” by accreting material from a binary companion star. The rapidly evolving companion later exploded as a supernova. The whirling star lies 160 000 light-years away in the Large Magellanic cloud, a satellite galaxy of the Milky Way.

Credit: NASA/ESA and G. Bacon (STScI)

Hear me out, but like autistic Spot

okay okay, I know, it’s mostly Davey that’s headcanonned as autistic, but Spot could also be?

-He doesn’t tell anyone about any emotion other than anger, he struggles to identify them and even then, has no one he completely trusts through most of his life to talk to, to try and figure through them

-He taps his cane, when he’s thinking, he twirls it for fun and to show off. but like maybe that’s his stim thing, cause growing up in Brooklyn you sure as hell bet he had to keep that to a minimum as being known as the ‘weird’ kid could get him soaked a lot.

-He doesn’t like being touched by most people, especially when they don’t tell him first, so when he became King, he made it clear that people do not touch the King. He had to soak quite a few people, but they now understand the point

-However, pressure stimming is something I think Spot would 100% love, and that may be why he loves fighting so much, cause when he’s angry he needs the pressure to get through the anger, and the most acceptable way of doing that in Brooklyn, and especially when King, is to punch people. 

-When Spot gets overstimmulated, it affects his ears the most, and he can deal with any brightness but noise affects him massively. So when he is on the docks and getting overstimulated, he goes to the end, and makes, whoever his second is, shoo all the kids away. None of them know why, but they don’t wanna risk getting soaked for disobeying spot.

-Spot very rarely goes non-verbal. But it has happened a few times, it was the first few times he went into Manhattan, as he had never been there before he was King, there was no need. But he wanted to visit Racetrack (sue me I love sprace) however he started panicking as he’d never been there before and had no idea about where Race would be. 

[- Racetrack found Spot eventually, but by then Spot was sat in an alleyway rocking a little bit and tapping his cane on the floor very very quickly. Race didn’t really know what to do when he realised that spot couldnt talk at the point, and got him back to the Manhattan lodging house. Spot slept there for the night, then racetrack walked him all the way back to Brooklyn. 

-Spot tried going into Manhattan on his own one more time, to end up ust like he was last time, before realising he would need Race with him whenever he was in Manhattan (neither of them minded though, and spot had to write it in a note and drop it off to Race whilst he was selling at the tracks)

-Spot’s special interest is Brooklyn, try and stop me. He learnt every single street, alley and building. before he became King. Just cause he wanted to. He learnt it very quickly, and would always make sure he knew what was going on. Him having a SI on Brooklyn from young childhood really helped him fit in and learn what was socially acceptable there. Cause he would observe other people as well, and would have script after script of conversations and how they end remembered. 

Bonus Sprace

-When Race hugs Spot for the first time it’s a very light hug and Spot just pushes him away, cause it felt wrong being so light. However Spot went slightly non-verbal and could only then go up to race and squeeze his arm. Trying to show he wanted it to be a proper squeeze hug not just a light one. 

-Race did not really understand that Spot wanted to be hugged, so just grabbed his wrist and squeezed the same way Spot had done to him.  Even if it wasn’t the hug Spot had wanted, he still melted into it, and after about 2 minutes of Race squeezing his arm, Spot became verbal again. All he said was “that pressure just hug” 

-And there came Spot’s favourite new thing, and although he would still definitly soak someone when he was angry (got a rep to keep and he does like the pressure on his knuckles) but every time he saw race, and no one was around, he’d give race a pleading look and Race would just hug him tight and enjoy the feeling of Spot melting into him

anonymous asked:

I'm Deaf and started working at the bullseye and they're making me wear this massive bright yellow badge that says I'm 'hearing impaired'. Two things, I'm not hearing impaired. I'm Deaf. There is no hearing at all, and yes there is a difference (like if someone had no legs, but had to wear a badge that said 'have trouble walking'). Secondly, why do I need a big ass badge. This thing is nearly the size of my hand, is really heavy and no one reads it anyway

The Hamato Clan Company, Part Three.

Y/N L/N wasn’t surprised.
Her father was always sending her off to places so he wouldn’t have to deal with her. It was easier to send a child to summer camp in France or a teenager to a boarding school in England then to actually spend time with them.
No, she was not surprised at all. Just a bit bothered by it.
She was an adult now, she should get to make her own choices on where to go and what to do. What to wear and who to talk to. But her father insisted on it, ordering that she pack her things and get in the car. And Y/N couldn’t argue.
And no one ever argued.
No one ever told him no.
Mr. L/N didn’t believe in that word.
So her luggage was packed, Y/N was put into the car, her father gave her a brief and awkward goodbye, and then she was off.
She had expected to go to the airport, perhaps to another exotic location of some sort. University in Europe or a tour around Asia perhaps. But instead, they drove deeper into the city until they stopped at a skyscraper.
It had been rainging rather hard all the way there and as Y/N stepped out of the car, a flash of lightning struck brightly, illuminating the building. As if it needed any more of a nightmare vibe…
She swallowed her fear and confusion, L/N’s are never afraid she thought.
And then she took a step foward.
As she walked up the stairs, sleek with rain, she found herself wondering about the whole thing. Y/N never really stayed in the city and if she did, her father didn’t.
Was he going somewhere? And if so, why would he send her here? She has thought about asking earlier but had decided against it. It would have been more trouble then it would have been worth, in her own opinion…
Y/N opened the silver doors and stepped inside. The driver put her bags down and her trunks soon joined them. Then he left. And Y/N was alone in the seemingly empty building. Every step echoed, every clap of thunder shook her bones.
She looked around and saw many doors, several elevators, and another silver staircase. Everything was shiny and sleek and new, not a single smudge or stain to be found. Despite the shining silver, the place had a…dark look to it.
Menacing. Frightening.
One of the elevators suddenly dinged and Y/N jumped away from the painting she had been looking at.
Four mutants stepped into the dim light, all turtles but not quite the same. Different body shapes and hues of green gave them all a unique look. One was incredibly tall, towering over the others, another was much shorter (but still a giant compared to her). The third had a slighter build, but the fourth was absolutely massive. Each wore all black except for the colorful masks that donned their faces.
Blue, purple, red, and orange.
They stepped foward and Y/N looked at each of them in turn. The one with blue spoke up, his voice calm.
“You’re probably wondering what’s going on. We’ve been tasked with protecting you as your father deals with an issue. He didn’t say what but that isn’t our buisness. Our business is you. We’ll provide full protection at any time but one of us will be your personal bodyguard. Whoever that will be is up to you.”
Y/N looked at all of them, confused.
“I don’t even know your names.”
In turn, each brother introduced himself.
His face was cold, expressionless but his blue eyes glittered beautifully behind his mask, looking into her own.
He looked you up and down, carfully, curiously. As though he was studying her. He smiled slowly as though he’d had an idea.
The smallest one, the only one who seemed to be smiling genuinely at her. But his blue eyes seemed to hide something darker, a shadow behind the bright orbs.
The massive, muscular turtle who stated down at her with his arms crossed over his chest. Toothpick in his mouth, he smirked confidently at Y/N.
Each turtle looked at her as though he was planning something, it made her shiver. She wondered what kind of things they would do to her…
All of them we’re handsome but none of them looked particularly friendly. But if you had to choose, it would be…

Orion blazing bright in radio light

A team of astronomers has unveiled a striking new image of the Orion Molecular Cloud (OMC) – a bustling stellar nursery teeming with bright, young stars and dazzling regions of hot, glowing gas.

The researchers used the National Science Foundation’s (NSF) Green Bank Telescope (GBT) in West Virginia to study a 50 light-year long filament of star-forming gas that is wending its way through the northern portion of the OMC known as Orion A.

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Sad and Tragic Stories- Damian Wayne/Robin X Reader

You watched as the light faded away, casting a faint orange glow to the city you call home. Usually you would be finishing homework or reading a book, but you felt like watching the sun sink into the horizon. You snuggled closer into your knitted blanket and watched the sun finally disappear. One by one, the lights on the streets and the rooms in the buildings glimmered with pale lighting. You hated that the light pollution in Gotham prevented you from seeing the stars, and often pondered on booking a flight to the Atacama Desert in Chile to stargaze for hours. Even Dami- You shook your head. Of course you had to think about him, you scolded yourself. You sighed and returned your attention to the illuminated city. Why did he have to do it? You had no idea why, but a little voice in the back of your mind always says that it’s your fault. You knew you did nothing wrong, but what caused him to abandon you when you needed him the most? Your mother is in the hospital, your siblings are on the other side of the country with your father, and now you lost the love of your life. You felt warm tears fall down your cheeks and immediately wiped them off. You thought about the scene in The Outsiders and thought about its relatability. Nothing Gold Can Stay held an immense truth to you and there was nothing you could do about it. The doctors said that your mother only had a few months to live due to her wounds from the mugging and gave you many looks of pity and reassurance. You didn’t need anything from them, you needed your mom back, you needed your family back together, and you needed him. A faint knock from your apartment door interrupted your thoughts and echoed throughout your dark apartment. You stood up and abandoned the blanket at the window. When you reached the door you looked through the peep hole in the door and saw your elderly neighbor, Mary, holding what looked like her famous double chocolate chip cookies. You slightly smiled at her kindness and opened the door.

“Hi Mary. How’s the mint plant I gave you?” you asked.

Your smile faded when you saw blood dripping down her head.

“Mary, are you alright? You’re bleeding! Let me go get my medical supplies,” you stammered.

You were about to get the medical supplies but Mary collapsed onto the carpeted floor. You immediately rushed to her and tried to find the wound. There was bruising on the back of her head and a huge cut to go with it. Cackles could be heard to your left and caused shivers to travel up your spine. When you gained the courage to look up, the psychotic clown himself was munching on a cookie and staring at you with bloodshot eyes. You stood up and ran into your apartment, desperately searching for your phone. As you were running through your apartment, two gunshots taunted your ears. You collapsed and screamed. Excruciating pain erupted in your chest and abdomen. Tears clouded your vision and streamed down your face.

“Awwww. Don’t cry, girlie. Your neighbor over there is only knocked out and you are invited to my party!! There will be balloons, candy, cake, and a few other people I invited!! It’s gonna be a blast!!”

You screamed when he grabbed your wrist and dragged you across your carpet. He dragged you through the hall and into the elevator. You felt disoriented and nauseated, and the pain was becoming too unbearable. You felt your blood oozing out of your wounds and attempted to cover your free hand on the bullet wound in your chest, but your hand was too heavy. Everything was gaining a darker tone and soon you were too tired to keep your eyes open.

“Don’t worry, girlie! I’ll make sure Harley will fix you up for the party!”


You woke up on a table with leather straps wrapped around your torso and legs. The rough material dug into your skin, obviously bruising it the longer you remain trapped. Humming could be heard and music could be faintly heard off in the distance.

“Oh goodie ya awake!” a female voice squealed.

You moved your head to the right to see Harley Quinn in her usual red and black outfit with a matching psychotic smile on her face.

“Mistah J was wonderin’ when ya were gonna wake up. I’ll go tell him!!”

She happily bounced out of the room and slammed the metal door shut, leaving you alone in, what looked like to you, a torture chamber. Where do they get the frickin money for this?? You squirmed in the restraints until you got your right arm free. You felt around your torso for the bullet wound and came in contact with stitches. You frowned and put your hand near the bullet wound on your abdomen, which were also stitched. You heard footsteps coming from the opposite side of the door and fearfully slipped your hand back under the leather strap. The door bursts open and cackles flooded into the room.

“I hope you had a good nap, because the party is about to start!!” Joker exclaimed excitedly.

“I’ll get her chair, Puddin’!” Harley said while walking toward a decayed wooden door.

She pulled out a very colorful wheelchair that had matching leather straps with the table. While she was pulling out the wheelchair, Joker picked up a syringe from the metal table and plunged it into your neck. Your shout of pain was muted by his gloved hand. He pulled the syringe out and removed his hand.

“Just to make sure you don’t leave the party early.”

He then started to unbuckle the straps and drag your limp body onto the wheelchair. Harley fastened the straps on your arms, torso, and legs and started wheeling you through the dark hallway. Any attempt at moving a single centimeter went to waste and you were soon pushed into a room with faded bright colors and a massive broken window. She placed you in the empty spot in between black and yellow chairs and left you to join Joker across the room.

“You might be wondering why I brought you here! Well, I guess it all started when I saw a little bird frequently visit your window. You know what I thought? ‘Hey! The boy blunder either is a peeping tom, or cares about this girl!’ Your neighbor’s cookies were fantastic by the way,” he commented, “and now we’re waiting for my other party guests to arrive! But first, I wanted to give you a present for coming to my party!”

Harley handed him a small case and let a huge smile grow on her face. He opened the hatch and pulled out another syringe, but this time the liquid was green. Your eyes widened and your breathing rapidly increased. Your heart was pounding out of your chest and almost exploded when he was only inches away from your bruised neck. You felt the needle pierce your neck and soon its contents went into your bloodstream. Tears shed down your face and soon met the floor. He yanked out the needle and threw it onto the ground, the sound of glass breaking echoing throughout the room. He looked up to the ceiling and smiled.

“Hello, Batsy!! A little birdie showed me this wonderful flower!! Well, now she’s wilted, but that’s not the point,” he laughed.

“Let her go, Joker,” Batman’s deep voice demanded.

Joker tutted, “You always have a poor choice of words.”

He kicked your wheelchair towards the broken window and watched you drop. You couldn’t even let out a scream. You always thought that you were going to die happy, maybe have a few kids and a loving husband watching over you. You guessed the universe decided that was too kind.

“(Y/N)!” a familiar voice called out.

You felt the back of the wheelchair being grasped and you were suspended only a few yards away from the ground. You were slowly lowered to the ground and Robin quickly ran to your side to unfasten the straps. Once they were removed, he pulled you out of the chair and held you closely. After a couple of seconds, he readjusted you so he was carrying you bridal style. Just as he thought you were safe, you started laughing uncontrollably. His eyes widened and he ran as fast as he could to the Batmobile.

“Father! Please tell me you’re finished with the Joker, (Y/N) was injected with a newer version of Joker’s toxin.”

“I’m coming,” his father responded.

He looked back to you and hoped that it wasn’t too late to save you. Your face was stuck in a smile and tears were falling down your dirt covered face. Your face was getting paler and paler by the second and your body was seizing. He urged himself to go faster and finally met his father at the Batmobile. He handed your shaking body to his father and watched his father inject you with the antidote. You stopped laughing in a few minutes and faded out of consciousness.

“This will help, but not permanently. If this is a new toxin, then we need to have the proper antidote for her to recover.”

Damian nodded and glanced at you once again. This was the reason why he broke off your relationship: to make sure you were never involved and harmed. He had failed and you received the penalty. Bruce placed a hand on his son’s shoulder, hoping to provide him some comfort. Damian removed his father’s hand from his shoulder and made his way towards the passenger seat of the Batmobile. Bruce sighed and looked back at your unconscious form. He secured you into the gurney and walked to the driver’s seat. This was going to be a long night.


Once Bruce had taken your blood sample to made the antidote to the new toxin, Damian never left your side. Dick and Tim often came down to give Damian food and offer to watch you while he slept, but always refused to sleep. When Tim failed to persuade him, he left the room to help Bruce out with the antidote. After thirty minutes of arguing, Damian promised to sleep when it turned 9:00. That gave him ten more minutes to watch over your lifeless form and hope for the best.

“I know you’re the last person you would want to see right now,” Damian said, “but I never wished to hurt you, or put you into harm’s way. The reason why I ended our relationship was to protect you. Everyone I care about has been harmed in this type of life and now you have been too.”

Damian swallowed the lump in his throat before continuing.

“I have heard from many of my family’s experiences of either losing or having their loved ones harmed. I couldn’t imagine seeing you dead or harmed, so I did what I thought was best. I have read many tragedies, and I had to remind myself that they could become reality. They are sad and tragic stories, just like ours. I tried to prevent it, I have done everything I could to protect you, but it wasn’t enough. The reason why the Joker found you was because of me. I watched over you ever since I broke your heart, my cowardice led me to believe that you wouldn’t be safe, but I was the true reason why you were put in harm’s way. I am sorry for causing you this much pain. I wish that we didn’t live in this cruel and unjust world, but fate was not on our side. I hope that it will be on our side now.”

Damian grasped your hand and laid his head on the cot, finally letting sleep pull him into unconsciousness. Dick soon entered the room to tell Damian it was time, but was surprised to see him fast asleep with his hand holding yours. He slowly closed the door and walked toward the Bat Computer.

“Damian is asleep,” he told Bruce.

“Good,” he replied, “he needs his rest, especially after tonight.”

“He really loves her, doesn’t he?”

“More than you with your cereal.”

“That’s debatable.”


Thank you to everyone who follows me! Hope you’re all having a lovely day! To celebrate, I thought I’d try taking some headcanon requests! So, please send me either:
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Rainy Day - evana drabble

this is my first time writing some sana x eva and i was so excited and i hope u all like it!!

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“Sana?” Eva calls from across the flat, stirring her green tea in her mug, looking out the window.

Sana smiles as she approaches Eva and Eva smiles back, taking a small sip and nods her head towards the window. Sana raises an eyebrow, “Hm?”

“It’s raining,” Eva giggles, holding the tea cup gently in her cold, pale hands.

“Yeah, it is,” Sana replies, leaning against the wall beside the window. “It’s peaceful.”

Eva reaches out a hand towards Sana and Sana takes it, the warmth from the cup still lingering on Eva’s hand, making Sana’s heart swell with adoration. Eva pulls Sana close to her side, letting out a small sigh after taking another drink from the small cup. Sana stays still at Eva’s side as Eva places her head gently on Sana’s shoulder, still looking out the rain-drop covered window.

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dreaminatom  asked:

So what would happen if the sun got really REALLY angry? I had a dream today that basically had the sun arguing with Mars and i was still on earth. Lightyears away from earth offscreen, Sun grew so mad that he made the entire sky turn blazing bright red and his massive sun flares started slowly roasting everything around me. Could that technically happen?

Oh lolol no the worst sun can do is get so mad that he causes a solar flare big enough to put out a lot of electric stations and such on earth. He would never allow himself to lose control enough to hurt earth’s species.



Here are all the books that I picked up FOR FREE during my three week work experience placement at Penguin Random House.

There are THIRTY FIVE in total.

I have absolutely no self control whatsoever.

I’m so sorry. (But not really.)

Except where the fuck am I supposed to put all of them?!?!?

Shoes - Part 3

It was a half hour after the intruder alert went off that Toshinori found himself in front of the Class 1-A dorm. He wore his usual yellow striped suit, though it hung on him loosely. Many of his students were still getting accustomed to his True Form, and anything familiar seemed to help them, if only marginally. At the moment, the students’ reactions to him were the last thing on Toshinori’s mind. His thoughts were back in the room where he had left the intruder.  

Toshinori had been the third to report to the waiting area where those trying to break into the school were detained. It was where they were either allowed short interviews or held until police arrived to escort them away from U.A. property. Shouta Aizawa had been the first to arrive, naturally, to neutralize the intruder if he became violent. Principal Nedzu had been the second and was the one who called Toshinori. After a brief explanation of the intruder’s claims, Toshinori could understand why the principal wanted him to be the one to talk to the man.

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Park Ranger warning you to stay safe and leave your flashlights at home.

(warning: long story)

I’ve been a national park ranger for close to two decades. Protocols have changed a lot in that time. I write this just to try to keep people safe for the next time you venture to the big outdoors.

Let me tell you about the last park I worked. I can’t be too specific about the location for my job’s sake. Anyway we had clusters of campsites that we rotated annually. The idea was to prevent one group from getting overused and worn down, let nature regrow a little bit. The winter had just passed, and our big summer season was a few months away. I’m sent out to check the suitability of the campsites to decide which ones need time to recover, and which ones we can open up.

Winters here are cold. Not too many people camp during the winter aside from rugged masochists and Boy Scout troops lead by people who believe they are rugged masochists. I didn’t expect to find much out of the ordinary. The first site was clear and ready to go. As I’m trekking to the next site, I see what looks like some debris and junk down a ways in a river valley. Looks like some jackasses set up an unauthorized camp down there. Usually when that happens, they leave garbage and smoldering fires. This is going to be a pain to clear up.

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NGC 6888, also known as the Crescent Nebula, is a cosmic bubble about 25 light-years across, blown by winds from its central, bright, massive star. This sharp telescopic portrait uses narrow band image data that isolates light from hydrogen and oxygen atoms in the wind-blown nebula. The oxygen atoms produce the blue-green hue that seems to enshroud the detailed folds and filaments. Visible within the nebula, NGC 6888’s central star is classified as a Wolf-Rayet star (WR 136). The star is shedding its outer envelope in a strong stellar wind, ejecting the equivalent of the Sun’s mass every 10,000 years. The nebula’s complex structures are likely the result of this strong wind interacting with material ejected in an earlier phase. Burning fuel at a prodigious rate and near the end of its stellar life this star should ultimately go out with a bang in a spectacular supernova explosion. Found in the nebula rich constellation Cygnus, NGC 6888 is about 5,000 light-years away.

Object Names: NGC 6888, The Crescent Nebula

Image Type: Astronomical

Credit: Michael Miller, Jimmy Walker

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Garden and Lace, a fairy tail fanfic | FanFiction

Garden and Lace

30 Days of Writing Prompts

Day 15: Garden and Day 29: Lace

Fairy tail // NaLu

Rated: M

Words: 4,553

Synopsis:  Levy had enough of Natsu and Lucy’s argument by the end of their mission. She decided to solve her problems by trapping her partners’ in a little glass bottle that housed her precious secret garden. With lots of time to kill, Natsu and Lucy must make up, but Lucy has other sensual plans of revenge.

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