clusters in the air

This enhanced color view of Jupiter’s south pole was created by citizen scientist Gabriel Fiset using data from the JunoCam instrument on NASA’s Juno spacecraft.  Oval storms dot the cloudscape. Approaching the pole, the organized turbulence of Jupiter’s belts and zones transitions into clusters of unorganized filamentary structures, streams of air that resemble giant tangled strings. 

The image was taken on Dec. 11, 2016 at 9:44 a.m. PST (12:44 p.m. EST), from an altitude of about 32,400 miles (52,200 kilometers) above the planet’s beautiful cloud tops

Credits: NASA/JPL-Caltech/SwRI/MSSS/Gabriel Fiset

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First Look: The Ferrari 812 Superfast

Ferrari has selected the 87th edition of the Geneva International Motor Show for the world premiere of the new 12-cylinder berlinetta, the 812 Superfast, the most powerful and fastest Ferrari in the marque’s history.

This new car not only introduces a plethora of innovative features but is also particularly significant as the V12 series marked the official start of the glorious Prancing Horse story in 1947, 70 years ago this year.

The 812 Superfast thus ushers in a new era in Ferrari 12-cylinder history, in doing so building on the invaluable legacies of the F12berlinetta and F12tdf. It is aimed at clients demanding the most powerful and exclusive Ferrari in the range: an uncompromising sports car that will deliver exhilarating driving both on road and track yet also be comfortable enough to allow its owners to enjoy it as an all-round experience.

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Feeble’s Ultimate D&D DM World-building and Improvising Golden Rule #1

(hmm maybe that title is a little long… nah it’s fine)

Whenever I home-brew or create anything for my D&D games I follow one simple rule:

EVERYTHING STARTS WITH THE DC (Difficulty Challenge)

This is literally my starting point for EVERYTHING I make as a GM. In 4e & 5e D&D the DC rules that I use can be summed up like so:

  • 0 = Effortless. Even a no-name NPC will be able to do this, players won’t even have to roll.
  • 5 = Easy! Everyone should be able to do this unless they’re having a terrible day.
  • 10 = Medium. This will be challenging to some people but most PCs should be OK.
  • 15 = Challenging. This is going to be difficult for anyone without specialised skills but still achievable.
  • 20 = Difficult. Only specialists will be able to achieve this, unless someone’s having a very good day.
  • 25 = Demanding. Even specialists will struggle with this.
  • 26-29 = Legendary. A feat of epic proportions would be needed to succeed.
  • 30+ = Impossible. Only the truly foolhardy and extremely lucky would ever attempt this.

The good thing about these DC rules are that they scale with the adventuring party. A Level 1 party might never attempt anything Difficult but a Level 15 party, where some of the players could have a +10 (or more if they have enchanted items/special feats) to certain rolls, might be attempting Demanding tasks regularly and even try tackling Legendary ones.

The second good thing about this is that it applies to pretty much anything… (see under the cut for some rad examples)

Golden Rule #2


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Warning: this is gonna be total Star vs the Forces of Evil nerdery, so if you’re not interested in that, feel free to skip this post. There’s a borealis post coming up later you’ll like better!

This set is officially Chessex jade scarab, but I call it my Toffee set. The color of it, that deep ominous green-black, reminds me of his sea of corrupted magic. I have a few extra pieces to the set–they keep coming to me in random lots–but one really stands out: this flawed d10 with a cluster of air bubbles right in the center. With almost none of the opaque color swirls and that huge yellow bubble right in the center, it’s a dead ringer for the orb of untainted magic Star dipped out of the soup to save the day! Uncanny, no?

Him - Chapter Two

Originally posted by averagecandycorn

Oh how unfortunate it should be to love an older man. Unless, he was to love you back. 

Prologue / Chapter One


“Why can’t you just use a typewriter to write all that down?” Michael questioned as he placed the nimble cup on the table beside Rose, steaming with freshly brewed tea. She lifted her eyes from her journal momentarily with a glare before continuing to write, Michael lifting his hands up to her defensively without another word.

“Well I’m obviously not very good at using one am I Michael? Or else I would have passed my exam.” Michael spluttered back his tea in between laughter while Rose stared at him in disbelief, stifling a sarcastic laugh herself, not finding her failure at all amusing. “Besides, I prefer to write in pen, it’s more personal. The words come to me and I can put them straight onto the paper.”

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How and why? Thermoregulation.

Most bees and wasps hibernate during the colder months. In many species, only the queen survives the winter, emerging in spring to reestablish a colony. But honey bees remain active all winter long, despite the freezing temperatures and lack of flowers on which to forage. Winter is when they reap the benefits of their hard work, by living off the honey they’ve made and stored.

Winter Is Why Bees Make Honey

The honey bee colony’s ability to survive the winter depends on their food stores.

Keeping warm takes energy in the form of honey. If the colony runs short of honey, it will freeze to death before spring. The worker bees force the now useless drone bees from the hive, letting them starve. It’s a harsh sentence, but one that’s necessary for the colony’s survival. Drones would eat too much of the precious honey, and put the hive in peril.

Once sources of forage disappear, the honey bees settle in for the winter. As temperatures fall below 57° F, the workers hunker down near their cache of honey. The queen stops laying eggs in late fall and early winter, since food stores are limited and the workers must focus on insulating the colony.

The Honey Bee Huddle

The honey bee workers form a cluster around the queen and brood to keep them warm. They keep their heads pointed inward. Bees on the inside of the cluster can feed on the stored honey. The outer layer of workers insulates their sisters inside the sphere of honey bees.

As ambient temperatures rise, the bees on the outside of the group separate a bit, to allow more air flow. As temperatures fall, the cluster tightens, and the outer workers pull together.

As the ambient temperature drops, the worker bees actively generate heat within the hive. First, they feed on honey for energy.

Then, the honey bees shiver. They vibrate their flight muscles but keep their wings still, raising their body temperatures. With thousands of bees shivering constantly, the temperature at the center of the cluster will warm up considerably, to about 93° F! When the workers on the outer edge of the cluster get cold, they push to the center of the group, and other bees take a turn shielding the group from the winter weather.

During warmer spells, the entire sphere of bees will move within the hive, positioning themselves around fresh honey stores. During long spells of extreme cold, the bees may be unable to move within the hive. If they run out of honey within the cluster, the bees can starve to death just inches from additional honey reserves.

What Happens to the Bees When We Take Their Honey?

An average colony of honey bees can produce 25 lbs. of honey during the foraging season. That’s 2-3 times more honey than they typically need to survive the winter. During a good foraging season, a healthy colony of honey bees can produce as much as 60 lbs. of honey. So the industrious worker bees make much more honey than the colony requires to survive the winter. Beekeepers harvest the surplus honey, but always make sure they leave a sufficient supply for the bees to sustain themselves through the winter months.

Luster [Part 12]

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There is no worse feeling in the world than knowing you belong in a box. The Wonderland Liches could have made Cam suffer so much more if they’d just taken the poor guy’s head and shoved it in a perfectly black space.

He can’t cry. Taako has no tears, no ability to shed them. You don’t realize how important tears actually are until they’re taken from you. There’s a catharsis that comes from screaming into a pillow, from tearing paper into smaller and smaller pieces, from being able to pace, to rage, to scream. By becoming angry, you can let yourself work through it. Taako might not be the most emotionally healthy person in the world, but he never really appreciated the ability to display emotion until right now: when he can’t.

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The shed of leaves became a cascade of red and gold and after a time the trees stood skeletal against a sky of weathered tin. The land lay bled of its colours. The nights lengthened, went darker, brightened in their clustered stars. The chilled air smelled of woodsmoke, of distances and passing time. Frost glimmered on the morning fields. Crows called across the pewter afternoon
—  James Carlos Blake - Wildwood Boys

I almost can’t believe it, but I’m actually posting two fics within the space of a few days!! This week has been crazy productive. 

So this fic is not a Christmas fic, but it is kinda Christmas-y, because I wrote this while listening to copious amounts of Christmas music. It has a very different feel from the last fic I posted, but I hope you guys like it~ 

Sterek, ~6k words, rated T

It happens on a Monday. Derek stayed up stupidly late the night before, reading a weird German serial killer novel Erica lent him, and overslept. He’s running late, out of breath and a little sweaty from jogging all the way from the subway, and when he yells, “Hold the elevator!” an arm obligingly snakes out between the doors and he slips inside.

The guy who held the door for him doesn’t even look up. He’s slouching back against the wall, scrolling disinterestedly through his phone, his other hand curled around a bouquet of flowers wrapped in crinkly paper. He’s got messy brown hair and a mole right by his mouth, four more in a cluster along his jaw, and, under the scent of cold air and wet pavement that’s clinging to his jacket, he smells—good. Really good. Warm and a little gingery.

The elevator doors slide shut. Derek’s so focused on trying to look at him without letting the guy know he’s looking that it takes him an embarrassingly long time to realize the guy just said something. To Derek.

Derek blinks. “What?”

The guy smirks. “Running a little low on caffeine? I asked what floor you want.” He nods at the elevator buttons, and Derek flushes. Right.

“Ninth.”

The guy leans forward to press the button, and Derek leans in a little after him, trying to subtly smell him again.

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Houses

Originally posted by my-harry-potter-generation

Summary: Veronica suddenly take an interest in the Harry Potter series, and slowly the interest overcomes everyone. Their passion towers above all, and they can’t help but try and captivate you too.

A/N: Yes, yes. I am back, and I’ll try harder. Vacation is turning me into an anxious mess. But I’ve also fallen into a hole of HP and needed this.

Pairing: Platonic!Core x Reader

Warnings: Nerds, lowkey house stereotypes, swear


The smell of Betty’s sweet perfume infiltrated the air around the room, and the spritz coming from her glass bottle send spurts flying around. It was soft, subtle, crisp and warm. Betty was misting herself in the aroma and you sat on her bed, fiddling with your bed shorts.

“Where is Veronica? I thought we were having a sleepover?”

Betty gazed back at you, eyes clicking on the mirror.

“Don’t know. The guys are downstairs though, do you wanna lead me down?”

You let out a light scoff and stood from the bed. Glancing back over your shoulder, you opened her white door and sauntered down the yellow hallway. The stripes on the paint were slightly peeling, but the flakes were barely noticeable.

The carpet on the stairs was a light cream color and you both skipped down the stairs. Betty ran past you and threw herself over the couch, instantly cuddling into Jughead’s side. Archie came out from the kitchen, holding boxes of food coming from Betty’s cupboards. Kevin was setting up his sleeping bag where the coffee table used to remain. He looked up over the couch and gave you a slight wave. As you walked over to the armchair, you threw yourself down and looked at Jughead.

“So, what’s on the movie agenda tonight?”

He grabbed a box of cookies from Archie and looked over to you.

“I was imagining a night of Flash, then Lord of the Rings, and finishing up with-”

“Alohomora!”

Veronica bursts through the door, wearing all green and black. She had a green scarf, a crisp, white button up shirt, a green tie and a black skirt. She slammed the door shut with her black heeled foot and sauntered in front of the TV.

A wooden stick painted black and all chipped purposely was in her extended hand and she pointed around the room.

“Gryffindor.” Veronica pointed to Archie.

“Slytherin… Hufflepuff.” Jughead and Betty.

“Ravenclaw.” Kevin.

“And… oh shit, I don’t know.”

You squinted your eyes and shook your head. Kevin perked up on the floor and jumped up from the floor.

“Girl, you did not just bring Hogwarts into this!”

Veronica nodded her head and Kevin gave her a hug. Jughead groaned, Betty smirked at his reaction and Archie walked over to the back of your chair.

“Anyone wanna explain what the hell is happening?”

Archie’s loud voice echoed through the room. You nodded vigorously. Veronica and Kevin brought their hands to their hearts and Betty stood up from the couch. Jughead stuffed his head into a pillow. Betty sprinted up the stairs and left you and Archie in confused thoughts.

“Harry Potter is the best book series that’s known to man.”

Betty barreled back down the stairs and threw boxes onto the floor. She shoved Veronica and Kevin away to put in a disk.

“We are educating you two the proper way.”


The Monday bell rang down the halls and you were at your locker. The bustle of passing students was filling the heavy air and last second students ran in the halls, bobbing and weaving through the clusters of kids. A gust of cold air came from your left, and you turned to see your friends walk in. They all matched in a white dress shirt and black slacks, with black shoes to match. Archie wore a red tie, Veronica and Jughead in green, Betty with yellow and Kevin in blue. They walked up to you and stood around your locker. As you closed the door, you spun around on your foot.

“Thanks for letting me know we were matching, guys. Cutest couple award isn’t going to us.”

They all stayed silent, looking you up and down.

“I’ve been saying it all along, (Y/N) is a Hufflepuff.”

“No way, totally a Gryffindor!”

You scoffed and pushed through Kevin and Archie, walking towards Chemistry.


The whole week was full of the name game, trying to label you and put you in private places you wanted to steer clear of.

Lunch was loaded with compliment sandwiches.

“Listen, (Y/N) doesn’t have an ounce of wisdom in their being, Kevin. (Y/N) is patient and loyal. Not some filthy ambitious snake.”

“No, Betty, hear me out. (Y/N) would never be a Ravenclaw, they’re too smart. They are clearly brave, and yes, loyal. But never in a million years would (Y/N) be a pathetic, dedicated Hufflepuff.”

The list continues and the days got bleaker. Weekend sleepovers turned into geek sessions and movie nights. Time went on longer and after months of pointless fights, it was finally time for a long overdue end. Monday of mid January came, and everyone’s tensions were high. You told them you’d found your house, and you would surprise them walking in.

They waited at your locker, fiddling with the lock. The door to the school opened, and you walked in, (Color) tie swaying in the wind.

“I was right! HA!”

100 Days of R/Hr: Day 13

Prompt: homework

Prompted by: giulialuna90

Hope you enjoy! x


They were sequestered at their usual table at the library, the one that sat halfway submerged in a cluster of shelves, so that the smell of old, dusty texts permeated the air. He knew it was her favourite spot, because not only did they basically have the whole back right corner of the library to themselves, but she could get lost in the books and not have to speak to another soul for hours at a time if she didn’t want to. Today, however, she evidently wanted to… at least to him, because Harry had left over an hour ago, and she was currently in the midst of an overly detailed explanation of how to properly store potions that required temperature adjustments during long brewing cycles.

He had gotten scary good at being both completely invested in staring at her and simultaneously hearing and at least partially comprehending every word she said. He reckoned he should probably get started on his essay, while she was in the middle of rattling off far more than enough material to cobble together for a passing grade, but, if he was being honest, he just really didn’t want to look down at his parchment and miss the way her frustrated fingers tucked frizzy curls behind her ears, the way her tongue darted out to the corner of her mouth when she paused between monologues-

“Ron, are you even listening?”

“‘Course.”

“Then what was I just saying?” She narrowed her eyes at him, and he was far too cocky about being able to supply the answer he knew she sincerely doubted he could give.

“You’d just finished explaining how bulbadox juice has got to be stored in a cool place to keep from spoiling.”

She blinked at him, and he felt a bubble of delighted satisfaction rise up, trying not to smirk.

“Alright, fine,” she said. “That was lucky.”

“Not lucky. I was paying attention.”

“Well.” She cleared her throat. “Good,” and she resumed with a list of ingredients that could withstand heat for an extended period without breaking down.

What he couldn’t do, however, was both comprehend her discourse and simultaneously remind himself that he’d had to snog Lavender and get himself poisoned to grow up. At least that second part had ended in Hermione speaking to him again, though his mind immediately drifted to the nasty words he’d said to her and how he was nearly certain he’d made her cry on more than one occasion since mid-autumn.

He forced himself to focus back on the present, the smooth curve of her neck, soft pink of her lips… listening intently again. His eyes drifted to the way she brushed her hair back over her shoulder, lingering on her partially exposed collarbone where her jumper had slid to the side-

“There’s no way you heard the last thing I said, but you’ve got to include it in your essay or it’ll be incomplete.”

His eyes snapped to hers.

“Why d’you keep thinking I’m not listening?”

She licked her bottom lip, and he forced himself not to glance down.

“Because you're…” she sighed, “thinking.”

“How can you tell?”

“You were staring.”

He couldn’t stop his eyes from widening, and his temperature jumped up a noticeable number of degrees.

“Huh?” All he could do was play dumb, he reckoned. Hopefully she’d buy it, because he was so not ready to face-

“You were looking at something over my shoulder, seemed like.”

Relief flooded him, but he was surprised to realise it was mingled with unmistakeable disappointment. Maybe a part of him actually did want her to catch him… bloody hell.

“Oh,” he said, realising she was still waiting for him to answer her. “Well, I swear I heard you. Go on.”

She glanced suspiciously over her own shoulder, anyway. But, finding nothing there aside from the edge of the nearest shelf, she cleared her throat, eyed him cryptically, and returned to her lecture.

He tried, for a few moments, to focus only on her words, but he slowly gave it up. What could he do about the fact that he found it utterly adorable the way she wrinkled her nose when she was trying hard to recall something, or the fact that he often intentionally sat closer to her than necessary on the common room sofa under the pretense of reading something off the book that was resting across her lap? It had gone just about as far as it could, by now, and the next step, though really only a marginal shift of his hand into hers, was possibly going to strangle him before he got around to it…

“Am I forcing you to study?” she questioned softly, quite abruptly interrupting her own commentary on why the transparency of various potion vials was often overlooked, yet very important…

She’d never, in his clear memories, at least, asked something like this, so it threw him off. Of course she was forcing him to study - she nearly always was, if he was doing it in the first place - but (maybe somewhat surprisingly) he couldn’t think of a single place he’d rather be at the moment, as long as she was still sitting next to him.

“I won’t be offended if you want to stop,” she added, looking like she might actually feel quite guilty for keeping him here.

“No, it’s uh… nice to have the help. Let’s keep going. This thing’s due in a week, yeah? So, we’d better hurry…” He grinned at her, delighted when she twitched her lips into a small smile back.

“Just because you like to do everything last minute…” she muttered, but she was still smiling as she flipped a few pages forward in the book closest to her.

He waited for her review of the past two months of Potions material to resume, but she didn’t speak for a good long while, and he was beginning to finally feel too self-conscious not to busy himself with some other activity when she finally looked back up at him.

“Would you like to go back to the common room and play chess?”

“Nah, I’ll stay here with you and finish-”

“I meant with me,” she clarified, and he was quite sure her cheeks had flushed a few shades deeper pink. “I’ll go back with you.”

Surprised, he considered how long it had been since they’d last done something just for fun, together. He wished he could recall the exact day, what they’d been doing, but it was too far back…

“I know I’m not very good at chess,” she continued, clearly shy all of a sudden and backtracking, “but maybe you could explain what I’m doing wrong and how to be better-

“Yeah,” he interrupted, sensing her hesitation growing, “sounds brilliant.”

She studied him for a second before smiling.

“But we can work on the essay again later, if you want,” he concluded, pausing before completely abandoning his blank parchment to make sure she knew he was sincere.

She smiled a bit wider and nodded.

“Tomorrow?” She swallowed and didn’t give him time to answer, embarrassment further colouring her cheeks. “I mean… if you aren’t doing something else-”

“I’m not. Tomorrow’s great.”

And the next day was hers, too, he thought. And also the next day… How had he gone for months without her? Well, he’d just have to make up for that, starting right now.

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theme thursday: metal home accents

nesting triangles brass air plant holders by hemleva (fka handmadesammade)

this trio of pyramid-shaped air plant holders would look supercute nested together or arranged in a unique cluster. hemleva’s got air plants for sale, too, plus the cutest pins and so much more!!

First Words - Yeo One (Pentagon) Scenario

Author: Ellie
Word count: 1171
Prompt: hello~ could u please do a really fluffy changgu soulmate au?? the kind where ur first words to each other are tattooed on each others wrists if u know what i mean,, thank u!!! ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶
Notes: I don’t have a damn clue what the streets of Seoul smell like. I just know that there’s street food and shitty air.


You’d never been to South Korea before. It was an entirely new and disorientating place to be, with almost everything in a foreign language. The air was different, filled with the smell of street vendors’ food and car smoke, and the world was awash with neon signs, tall grey buildings and bustling clusters of people, a far cry from the crisp air and clear streets of your hometown.

Here, you stood in the middle of Seoul, completely alone. You were supposed to meet your old school friend Yeonjung at her apartment, where you would stay for your two-week holiday. She’d moved back to Korea three years ago, though you’d stayed in touch, and she offered to be your guide when you came over.

Yeonjung was supposed to meet you here, but had cancelled via text just as you’d arrived, due to an emergency she hadn’t explained. She’d then given you her address and told you which train to take, but had forgotten to give you actual instructions on how to get there. And so now you were stuck in the middle of nothing familiar, with only 12,000 won in your pocket, an English/Korean guidebook and no idea how to pronounce anything. Steeling your nerves, you flipped through the guidebook and prepared to ask complete strangers for directions.

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Turkish F-4 Phantom Terminator 2020

The Terminators are a batch of Turkish Air Force F-4Es, modernized by Israel. they received AGM-142 Popeye/Have Nap integration, Litening-II targeting pods, and the capability to launch AGM-65D/G Maverick, AGM-88 HARM, GBU-8 HOBOS, GBU-10/12 Paveway II LGBs, general purpose and cluster bombs for air-to-ground missions, while retaining the capability to launch AIM-7 Sparrow and AIM-9 Sidewinder air-to-air missiles