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Star trails erupt over beach, Kauai, Hawaii

Volcán de Fuego and Perseid Meteors

Sergio: “This photo features Volcán de Fuego, in Guatemala, erupting with three conspicuous Perseid meteors streaking across the sky. It was taken on the night of August 13, 2017. I had to work quite hard to find a spot offering a view of both the night sky and the volcanoes that wasn’t cloud-covered. This entailed a night on the go and even a 30-minute trek through a river valley. At right is Acatenango, like Fuego, an active stratovolcano. Note the lamps of the climbers on its upper flank. The two bright stars above the volcanoes are Deneb at left and Alpha Cephei at right.”

Credit: Sergio Montúfar

Location: Volcán de Fuego, Guatemala

Coordinates: 14.482778, -90.882778

Image Date: August 13, 2017

Release Date: September 26, 2017

Technical details:

A 22 image composite; ISO 5000; f/5.6; 10 second exposure for each image.

#Earth #Astronomy #Science #Space #Meteors #Perseid #Stars #Volcano #Eruption #VolcánDeFuego #Stratovolcano #Geology #Geoscience #Astrophotography #Guatemala #CentralAmerica #Photography #STEM #Education #EPOD

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Mt. Etna has been erupting for hundreds of thousands of years. Located in Sicily, Italy, the volcano produces lava fountains over one kilometer high. Mt. Etna is not only one of the most active volcanoes on Earth, it is one of the largest, measuring over 50 kilometers at its base and rising nearly 3 kilometers high!! Pictured in mid-March, a spectacular lava plume erupts upwards, dangerous molten volcanic bombs fly off to the sides, while hot lava flows down the volcano’s exterior. The Earth’s rotation is discernable on this carefully time, moon-lit, long duration image as star trails. 

Image Credit & Copyright: Dario Giannobile

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This is what is happening in the sun when it is too bright to see details.

nasa The magnetic field lines between a pair of active regions formed a beautiful set of swaying arches, seen in this footage captured by our Solar Dynamics Observatory on April 24-26, 2017.
These arches, which form a connection between regions of opposite magnetic polarity, are visible in exquisite detail in this wavelength of extreme ultraviolet light. Extreme ultraviolet light is typically invisible to our eyes, but is colorized here in gold. This video covers almost two days of activity.
Credits: NASA/SDO 

Mångata part 1

MASTERLIST

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Pairing: Thor x plus size!reader. OC!daughter Stella, OC!twins Frey and Atlas.

Warnings: Fluff. Sexual references to male member in the downstairs department but nothing NSFW.

Word count: 2k

Summary: Born from a falling star erupting on Asgardian ground, her small body was covered in little marks that would grow into birth marks representing the constellations. Once of age, Y/N agreed to married Thor and become the future queen of Asgard. Now she is the goddess of the stars and accompanies Heimdall during his watch. However, as the universe exhibits a unique yet peculiar string of events, she is forced to seek shelter on Midgard from an enemy that might just be her own flesh and blood.

A/N: written for @supersoldierslover and my prompt was “showering together (non sexual)”.

Series masterlist can be found here

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◦ pairing: reader x namjoon

◦ rating: m

◦ word count: 1.3k

m a s t e r l i s t


Your hair clung annoyingly to your forehead as your hands scrambled frantically to find something –anything– to hold on to. The cold metal handle of the shower door was the only thing it found amidst your shallow, shaky breaths. His lips were soft, and slick under the running water. Namjoon’s hands stroked up and down your body, swiping bubbled layers of soapy water over you. The bar of soap pressed against your flesh, its subtle scent breathing through the plumes of steam growing in the shower. You could see the faint reflection of yourselves in the mirror through the thick coat of steam on the glass, and it was so fucking hot. His tall body stood behind yours, his long fingers lost in your cunt. He sighed with content and he brushed his thumb lightly over your already sensitive clit. “God, I love you so much,” he grunted, placing a kiss at the nape of your neck.

After spending over a year together, you had learned that the best way to some amazing sex was some highly provocative pictures while he was already sweaty at dance practice and a little audio recording right as he was on his way home. The result was always some exciting and very long-lasting sex trip through the rooms of your house. Needless to say, it never failed.

His lips travelled along your shoulder, leaving soft kisses as his hand grazed up and down your thigh. He was tracing your hip bones softly with the soap before he dropped it suddenly to the hard shower floor and slammed straight into you. “Namjoon, fuck!” You screamed out, the echo reverberating against the white porcelain and glass of the shower. “Shit, yes, yes, yes,” you sobbed, your chest trembling with the glorious sensation of his cock hitting your insides. It wasn’t the first time tonight.

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so what is she supposed to be? he asks, his gaze stalling on mine as he lights a cigarette in the bathroom stall of the city’s cheapest bar, his eyes like satellite discs, roaming the epicenter of a stretch of tidal wave girls, & me just happening to be a thorn in the midst of their saltwater hemmed limbs, their sugarplum lips, their laughs like molten gold.

she looks out of place, he adds. because it’s true. because i’m out of place wherever i go. i shrink into my coat. i pretend that i don’t see him, i gaze out at the crowd. a congregation of delirious devil-worshippers, boys & girls trading their merry-go-round brains for baits of ice, crystal, leaves. whatever’s taking souls on a sunday night. whatever kills the quickest. behind the chiseled bar, rows of wine glasses gleam like a selection of murder weapons. 

from somewhere, summoned like ghosts, an aggregate of disembodied voices reply: a woman, a god, an anthem of spokes. fine grains of desert sand. an endless alleyway. rain, rain, bloodshot sky. burnt roses littering funeral grounds.

the voices continue, even as his green eyes wander. lightning within the root. someone falling from the bannisters. poison ivy, seeping into a rotting mouth. trigger-happy hands, always going for the sharpest object within reach. bombs trickling off like- he loses interest.

i smile like, no worries, this isn’t embarrassing at all. i’ll create a story where you care. i’m a magician, didn’t you know? i can make things appear from out of my head! a story where you buy me flowers and we mouth off at the sunset. where you cook me eggs runnier than my thoughts, i wear something pink and we devour this town together.  


my mother used to say, loneliness is a bug, once you catch it, you can’t quite get rid of it. not without the hospital visits. not without the vaccinations. not without the nurses with sinister bobcat eyes stealing the blood from your body and storing it in little glass vials. not without losing bits of yourself. bits you never get to have back. bits you have to fight for to keep. 

as your sanity, that ever-slippery ice cap, floats farther & farther away from your burned, bludgeoned, berserk island of a body. 

ii. -

i miss gripping for power lines in my rain boots. finding solace in the neck of a stranger. three-hour long showers and gardening myself (here, chrysanthemums tucked into the ribs, and there, a daffodil beneath the knee) i miss what it’s all supposed to mean, back when everything still had a point & the world was somehow a kinder place, being human on a steady diet of dreams, creating a breach in a star-system, losing faith & pilfering it back from chapels. tumbling, always backwards, into the closest abyss. 

SING, VOLATILE CANARY, ERUPT! LEAVE STARS IN YOUR WAKE || j.r

Arranged Love Pt.18 | Jungkook

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 14.5 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Epilogue

Summary: When you and Jungkook are forced into an arranged marriage for publicity, you never expected to find yourself falling for him - even if you know it’s wrong.

Word Count: 4,093

Genre: Fluff/angst

A/N: Be warned that this is the second last chapter though I think I might write a small epilogue. :’) Also, if you really want to immerse yourself into these last few chapters, totally listen to Jungkook’s cover of Nothing Like Us and die softly with me. 

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In everything that has not yet been, I feel your skin.
I harbor a dangerous hope you will cast away the caution of heartbroken men when you look at me. I am a fickle woman made of fire- I am not fragile, only unsure, but loving the sound of your voice when you are falling asleep is the only promise I know how to keep. I swallow the damp earth to feel closer your skin, I weep to the stars for a chance to look into your eyes again, I stand at the shores of seas with no bottom and dive in, hoping to reach you. I have become restless in my love for you. In you I see all that could be, and the reason I have not given myself to you in the way the mad woman gives herself to solitude is because you have not yet casted away the fear of the past. I wish there was some way to show you, to prove to you, I would not hurt you like they hurt you- my bones are not so sharp, my grin not so cruel, my body not so remote in the way it lies next to you. We are both holding back from each other but the hesitation is killing me- I thank God that the stars erupted all of those billions of years ago when you look at me but neither of us will say we are more than friends. Do you see what that can do to someone? We both speak our minds on everything else but each other, we are brutally honest and burn with the flames of hidden emotion and the chase of something we’re still looking for. There is a sensation like we are lying to ourselves about how we truly feel when we look at each other. I want to pull that restless feeling off of my body and abandon all else but the marrow of my bones beside you. My pillow knows the sound of your name but the rhythm of your heartbeat is a foreign language to my fingertips. Come closer, I say in the hidden alcoves of my heart. Come closer and let me know you in the way the soul of the earth knows the heat that keeps it alive.
—  ap (8.28.17) I don’t want to forget you but you are held back by the memories of their fickle affection