other side of the sun

some of my favourite absolutely SICK facts about the trappist-1 exoplanets:
- theyre all very close to one another and to their star, so the length of a year on them varies from 1 to 20 DAYS
- since they’re so close, the star appears a lot bigger than our sun from earth, and from one planet you could easily see the rest, some would even appear bigger than the moon from earth. you could literally see the surface of another planet with the naked eye!!!
- they’re probably tidally locked to their star like our moon is locked to earth, meaning only one side of a planet ever faces the star, and on the other side it’s always night. the sun never sets or rises on any of the planets
- the star is red, so the sunlight is red/orange, meaning if, for example, plants were to grow there, they could be black
and that’s just what we know now, imagine how much cool stuff we have yet to discover about the trappist-1 system

The Dark Side of Pluto : NASAs New Horizons spacecraft took this stunning image of Pluto only a few minutes after closest approach on July 14, 2015. The image was obtained at a high phase angle that is, with the sun on the other side of Pluto, as viewed by New Horizons. Seen here, sunlight filters through and illuminates Plutos complex atmospheric haze layers.

The sun was lonely. He searched everywhere for the Moon, but couldn’t find her. The Earth had her hidden, and the Sun was sad. So he made the clouds form, and cried a heavy rain onto the Earth, which the Earth needed. But, even with the tears of the Sun, the Earth kept the Moon all to herself. For she also loved her, and knew that when the Sun looked for her on the other side, she would get to see her love. And so it went. Day after day. One looking. One hiding. One loving. A tragedy that’s old as time…..
—  wordsbyt 

And anything I could think of was mine because it was there
                                                       in front of me, numinously everywhere,
Appearing and piling up …

So to have come to this,
                                      remembering what I did do, and what I didn’t do,
The gulls whimpering over the boathouse,
                                                                            the monarch butterflies
Cruising the flower beds,
And all the soft hairs of spring thrusting up through the wind,
And the sun, as it always does,
                                                 dropping into its slot without a click,
Is a short life of trouble.

Charles Wright, closing lines to “The Other Side of the River,” The Other Side of The River (Vintage, 1984)


by: @rosie-berber and @herpinkminkness

rating: explicit (for sexy times). also, be warned, lots of fluff.

read the whole darn thing on ao3

“Hola!” the friendly voice called from an adjoining room, hidden from view. “I’ll be right with you!”

“Thank you,” Castiel answered, walking up to the simple wooden counter, centerstage in the otherwise barren room. The hotel lobby lacks extravagance, sure, but the walls were painted a cheerful yellow, the color of the little faces in texts he sometimes received from Sam. A few pamphlets in Spanish sat in cubbies along on the wall, each promising a unique and beautiful experience of Costa Rica. But there was no pamphlet for the experience he’d planned.

“Thank you for waiting.” The voice belonged to a woman of effortless beauty, who had come sweeping out of the side room. She was dressed simply, her brown fuzzy hair pulled neatly into a poof of a braid, her dark eyes highlighted only by her long lashes. She let out a long breath as she flashed him a kind grin, before continuing. “How can I help you?”

“We need a room. Errr, a cabin.” Castiel struggled with remembering the right term - his Spanish was rusty. “For three nights. Do you have anything?”

“We?” The prod was good-natured, accompanied by a quirked eyebrow at his lack of company as she retrieved a dusty log book from under the counter. Yes, it seems they were quite off the beaten path. Perfect. Just what Dean needs.

“My, uh, companion is outside,” Castiel clarified and she nodded, taking a few minutes to detail the cabins she had available. He selected the furthermost one, lining the outside of the small area that comprised all the cabins, and facing the active volcano. It had been nearly dusk as they’d arrived at the offbeat site, and they could see trace amounts of smoke from it pressed against the orange sky. He’d left Dean outside to watch it. Just before passing the threshold to the lobby, Castiel turned to observe him, silently standing and watching it plume. Such a rare gift, to watch Dean taking a moment to just … be.

He found Dean in the same position in the barren area designated as a parking lot, eyes fixed towards the sky. Cas quietly moved towards him, juggling keys and a handful of pamphlets. The kind woman had insisted he take some, explaining that zip-lining and the sky bridges were some of the most beautiful in the world. They’d get to it - they had time. Now it was much more critical that they practice the near-unheard-of art of doing nothing.

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valentine’s day au

The issue with going somewhere with Auguste was that no matter where you went, who else you were with, why and when you were there, you would run into someone that he knew. It was Auguste’s blessing and Laurent’s curse that he was so popular. Somehow, without fail, the two of them would never be able to make it two steps before being pulled aside by Auguste’s college roommate, or his classmate from kindergarten, or the friend of the mother of the girl whose birthday party he once attended. It would have been insane if Laurent didn’t understand just how much people were drawn to his brother’s charisma. But he did understand, and he loved his brother, so he always stood by and chatted when the curse - inevitably - did its work.

Except for this time.

Because this time, Auguste’s curse had gone and apparated not someone that Auguste knew, but someone that Laurent knew. Someone that he never in his wildest dreams thought he would see again. Someone that made him duck and hide behind his brother like a schoolchild.

“Damen,” he breathed.

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trash-cactus  asked:

bc youre one of the few people i feel i can trust on this: are the 7 potentially habitable planets NASA found really that big of a deal and all the hype around them is justified? or are they just another 7 rocks that are vaguely the size and temperature of earth without actually being particularly special to us otherwise, let alone truly habitable? i wanna get excited about new planets but i often see people acting like a planet is "habitable" just bc it wont kill you in 2 seconds so i gotta ask

They’re just seven new rocks. They’re probably tidally locked to their star, too, which means that one side always faces the sun and the other side always faces away, which would make the planet completely unsuitable for anything more than microbial life. Until we know more–like getting atmospheric spectrometric data that indicates one or more of them has an atmosphere–I wouldn’t get too hype.

2am thoughts

(it’s not 2am but who cares)

do you know that in korean, the seven days of a week are named based on the five elements (ohaeng/wu xing), the sun and the moon?

monday is 월요일. 월 means “moon” and its hanja is 月 (the word “month” in korean is also “월” because one month equals one cycle of the moon). tuesday is 화요일. 화 means “fire” and its hanja is 火. wednesday is 수요일. 수 means “water” and its hanja is 水. thursday is 목요일. 목 means “tree” (wood) and its hanja is 木. friday is 금요일. 금 means “gold” (metal) and its hanja is 金. saturday is 토요일. 토 means “earth” and its hanja is 土. lastly, sunday is 일요일. 일 means “sun’ and its hanja is 阳.

목, 화, 토, 금, 수 are the five elements (“ohaeng” or “wu xing”) that have a “producing and restraining” relationship. one element can produce another and at the same time, it can also restrain another, like water can nourish wood but water can also extinguish fire. on the another hand, 월 and 일, the sun and the moon, are symbols of yin and yang. to put it simply, yin and yang represent two opposing sides of matters, objects, like up & down, in & out, boy & girl, or the sun & the moon. every object, every being is believed to have both the yin and the yang side, these 2 sides balance each other and form a complementary relation. the sun, the moom and the five elements, these 7 things are based on create 음양오행설, aka “yin-yang and the five elements theory”.

anyway the point of this post is to show that bts has 7 members for a reason. holy number right there, people.

S7EP12 Daryl x Reader


Warning: angst, smut! 

Originally posted by thewalkingwho

As you drove down the country lane you thought about how you had gotten so far. Your group was so strong, always taking out anyone who tried to hurt you, so why couldn’t you do that with Negan. He had the group wrapped around his finger but you had a plan. You were ready to go to war, you already had the Hilltop on your side. Now you just needed the Kingdom and the new group, the Scavengers, to join you. You were already half way there with the that group, you were out getting more guns for them right now, and Daryl knew the perfect place to find them.

“Take a left down there” he grumbled.

You did as he said and stopped the car as soon as you saw the walkers inside the abandoned school carnival. The best part was that they were military, meaning they were bound to have heavy machinery.

“Jackpot!” you said, smiling from how many weapons you could see. “Hopefully they’ll still have ammo”

“Let’s hope so, or else this is a damn waste of time” Daryl said, grabbing his crossbow from the backseat and getting out the car. You joined him and made sure not to slam the door after you.

You looked up at the small school in front of you. “We could climb over that to get to the other side” You said, raising your hand to your eyes to block out the sun.

“That’s what I was thinking”

“I thought it first” you teased, making him laugh, that was something you hadn’t heard in a while.

Daryl bent down on the floor and put his hands out like a platform. “I’ll boost you up” he said. You nodded and placed your foot in his hand before he stood up, lifting you higher and making you able to grab onto the side of the structure. You pulled your body up as far as your arms would allow you and you lifted one knee onto the roof, your other leg following. Now lying on your belly, you reached a hand down and grabbed Daryl’s crossbow from him, placing it beside you before grabbing his hand and helping him up.

You both took a minute to catch your breath and look across the area of land. Walkers were scattered across the place, all of them wearing a US Army uniform, guns were strapped to their backs and for the first time you were happy to see so many walkers.

“Come on” Daryl said, stepping forward. You followed behind him and then it all happened so fast. Daryl took a step forward and you did the same, making the whole roof collapse beneath you. You landed on your back next to Daryl. Both of you looked at each other in shock before looking around at where you had fallen. There were rows of shelves, all stacked with canned foods and MRE’s. You looked back at Daryl and you both started laughing. You had just found a shit ton of guns outside and now all this food. Either you were dreaming or today was your lucky day. Once your laughter had died down you looked down at the floor.

“I haven’t heard you laugh in so long” you said, your voice quiet.

“There aint been a funny situation like this in ages” he replied, his voice going back to its usual bluntness.

You nodded your head and started to stand. “Come on, lets clean this place up” you said. You helped Daryl from the ground and started to get to work.

Daryl had placed out two mattresses on the floor and you fell back on one. Your body ached from the fall earlier, and you and Daryl had raided the shelves, shoving all the food into your bags, the rest you had eaten.

“I don’t think I’ve felt this full in my whole life” Daryl said, sitting on the mattress next to you.

“Me too” you laughed.

You looked over at Daryl to see he was already staring at you. No words were exchanged but you both felt the connection building between you. He moved forward onto your mattress and placed his lips onto yours. Your hands slowly made their way to his hair and you stroked it gently. Your mouths worked together in unison and soon enough Daryl used his mouth to open yours, your tongues colliding together as the kiss became more intense. Daryl pressed his body against yours and you could feel his hard on pushing against you. You reached your hands down to the hem of his top and you pulled it off his body, your lips barely breaking away from each other. Daryl moved his kisses down to your neck, making sure to suck at your sensitive part as he knew you liked it. His hands roamed down to your shirt and you lifted your back up, your body touching his as he took your shirt off. You let out a small moan as you felt Daryl’s teeth graze against your skin. He started to move down your body, he left a trail of kisses down your chest and then your stomach, all the way to the start of your jeans. He slowly undid the buttons and you helped him take them off by lifting your butt up. When they came off Daryl sat up and franticly started to undo his belt, he wanted to feel you so badly, he didn’t want to wait any longer. You bit your lip as you watched him take it all off, revealing his hard on to you.

Your eyes connected and you smirked at him. He grinned and immediately his lips were back on yours. You hastily took your panties off and Daryl grabbed his cock. Slowly, he slid himself along your slit, collecting your juices and making you more wet. You moaned at the touch and Daryl continued kissing your neck. You felt his cock move lower and finally he entered inside you, pushing himself slowly all the way in. You both stayed silent at first, and when he was fully in you both let out a low moan. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers digging into his back as he thrusted at a fast but steady pace. This wasn’t the usual rough fuck you’d have with him at Alexandria, this was slow, meaningful and passionate. It was a side of Daryl that came out very rarely.

He moaned into the crook of your neck and his hands reached under your back, rolling over he pulled you on top of him. You laid down against his body as you kissed his neck, his warm hands exploring your back. Daryl was thrusting inside you at a different angle now, every thrust hit your sensitive spot and you could feel yourself getting closer to release.

“I’m close” you whispered placing a kiss on his lips.

“I know, me too”

He started moving faster and soon his thrusts became sloppy. You moaned out as your high washed over you and sent you into a pleasurable state. You enjoyed the feel of every movement inside of you, and soon Daryl came too, grunting at your walls closing around him. You collapsed on top of him and then rolled to the side. You both took a minute to come down from your highs before you spoke.

“Now I’m seriously tired” you laughed, draping a hand across his chest as he pulled the sheet up just enough to cover your lower bodies. He planted a kiss on your forehead and you both fell into a deep sleep.

You had taken out about six walkers on your side of the small carnival. You and Daryl had separated, you went to the funhouse whereas he decided to take out the ones near the Ferris wheel. You stabbed the last walker in the head and looked over at Daryl to see the walkers starting to push on his gate, it wouldn’t be able to hold for much longer. Before you could think, the gate broke and dropped to the floor. You watched Daryl sling his crossbow over his shoulder as he started to climb the big wheel.

“Hey! Over here!” You shouted, trying to get the walkers’ attention. “Fresh meat over here come on!”

They weren’t listening, they were too occupied with getting Daryl. You swore under your breath before jumping over your gate and running over to the Ferris wheel. You stabbed one walker in the back of the head, but it was useless as you watched Daryl lose his footing and drop to the ground.

“Daryl!” you screamed.

You heard the walkers moaning and start to crowd around him. You dropped your knife and stared at the view in shock. Your face was still as you watched them tear up his body. He was gone, that was it, no more Daryl. You tried to wrap your head around that idea, you took a step closer but you dropped to your knees, your legs were too weak from fear and shock. Tears were now streaming down your face but you didn’t feel sad. You didn’t feel angry, or destroyed or happy. You were just numb. You continued to watch the walkers when you heard a gunshot, and then one walker fell on its back, dead. You looked around for a second, not knowing where the bullet came from but you couldn’t see anyone. Another fired and you looked in the direction of the sound. Coming out from a few boxes was Daryl. Your heart skipped a beat and you quickly stood from the ground. He was shooting at the walkers one by one, and you joined him, grabbing your pistol and firing shots.

Once they were all taken out, you saw that what they were eating was a deer, not Daryl. You looked over to him and he was breathing heavy, sweat dripping down his face. You covered your mouth with your hand as you let out more tears, overwhelmed by the sight of him. You thought he was gone. You ran up to him and he picked you up in his arms, hugging you closer to his body as you both embraced each other. He thought that was the last time he would see you as well, he thought he was going to die until he saw the stack of boxes which hid him easily.

He set you back down on your feet but you both stayed locked together. “I thought you were dead” you cried into his shoulder.

“I aint leaving you, ever” he said, stroking the back of your head.

You brought yourself away from him and wiped at your tears. “Let’s get the guns and go” you said, going back to pick up your knife and working with Daryl to collect the guns for Jadis,


He reminded me of the wooden nesting dolls I’d played with as a child.

One Love (Alexander X Reader)

My longest story yet: 2051 words

Major Angst, tissues are recommended

Thanks to @gratitudejoyandsorrow and @hamilficsfordays for being your awesome selves and believing in me.

Tags: @yayhamletnonstop @iputmyselfintothenarrative @ruth-hamilton-delrio

You feel world weary and bone tired. The thought of your bed is comforting. You smile as you see your husband waiting on you to join him. You quickly get in and curl up next to him. He is cold to the touch, but it doesn’t bother you. You suddenly remember something that needed to be done and jump up to do it fast so you can get back to Alexander. “Just come back to bed.” He murmurs. His voice sounds a little off but it pulls you back to his side.

You lay in bed shrouded in darkness. You can see Alexander’s silhouette on the other side of the bed. Everything feels right in the world. The sun starts to rise and Alexander begins to fade away. You stretch your fingers out to touch his face but just as the sun reaches its zenith, he whispers that he loves you just before he disappears.

“Nooooo!” You scream, sitting bolt upright in your bed. You reach out to grab the hand that you know should be there but all you find is empty sheets. It all starts coming back to you. The duel with Aaron Burr. He shot and killed your Alexander. It had been three months ago. You bolt for the bathroom to deposit whatever was left in your stomach into the toilet. Even being sick reminds you of your beloved Alexander. The way he held your hair out of the way so you wouldn’t get anything in it. The slow, soothing circles he would rub on your back. You succumb to sobs after you can’t throw up any more.

Once you cry all you have left in you, you slowly make your way downstairs. All the children are gone already, off to school or play dates. Thanks to your sister, Angelica, your children have been taken care of while you were still mourning the loss of the love of your life. She had left you a small plate for your breakfast but knew you probably wouldn’t eat it, although she would beg you to. You decided to appease your sister by eating some of the food she had prepared for you. You knew you needed to move on, get on with your life. It was what you thought Alexander would want you to do.

After eating everything that you could manage to stomach, you made your way to Alexander’s study. You stand before the door. Taking a deep breath to steel your resolve, you open the door for the first time in months and you are almost bowled over with memories. The most prominent one, the last one is thrust to the front of your mind.

You open the door to Alexander’s study to find him writing, as usual. You slowly walk over to stand behind him in his desk chair. You place your hands on his shoulders to rub them. “Alexander, come back to sleep.”

He sets his pen down to caress your hand. “I have an early meeting out of town.”

You place your chin on his shoulder. “It’s still dark outside.”

He places his hand on your cheek, causing your heads to touch. “I know. I just need to write something down.”

You shake your head at his words. It was always his response when he was in his study. “Why do you write like you’re running out of time?” You move to wrap your arms around his neck from behind him, placing your head on top of his.

He tries to shush you but you continue. “Come back to bed. That would be enough.” A small smile spreads across his face as he tries to appease you.

“I’ll be back before you know I’m gone.”

“Come back to sleep” You whisper in his ear.

“This meeting’s at dawn.”

You sigh, finally feeling resigned that he is not going to join you. “Well, I’m going back to sleep.” You place a kiss to the top of his head and begin to leave.

He grabs your hand before you are out of reach and pulls you to look at him. “Hey, best of wives and best of women.” He places a chaste kiss on the top of your hand, just like he did on the day you met.

You collapse to your knees as the memory wrenches your heart. If you had only known what that meeting was, you would have tried harder to get him to stay. You sat inside the doorway of his study, sobbing into your hands. Once you felt like you had no more tears to cry again, you dried your face with your handkerchief. Well, it wasn’t yours, it was Alexander’s but you held onto it, a physical piece of him you could still hold. Bringing yourself up off the floor, you walk over to his desk, Alexander was still the last person to touch it. You expressly forbade anyone touching this room, so you would always have this room that was just Alexander’s. It was still a mess, like always. Your eyes caught a piece that didn’t have Alexander’s scribblings all over it. It only had your name in the most elegant script you had ever seen in the center with the Hamilton family seal in bright red wax just underneath, holding it closed. It was from your husband, you just knew it. As you carefully reached your hand towards the letter, you blinked and it almost looked as if it had faded from view, just like Alexander had done in your dreams over the past few weeks. But, your tired eyes were playing tricks on you, the letter coming back into focus. Grabbing it quickly before you thought it would disappear again, you held it close to your heart. After taking a moment, with shaky hands, you break the three month old piece of wax. You gently open the last piece of correspondence that your beloved husband had written you.

My dearest Y/N,

You are just leaving the room heading back to bed after trying to get me to join you. I can not tell you hard it was to deny you of your request, especially if I am not able to return to you, my darling.

If I don’t, please don’t waste your precious time mourning my passing. Even though I am gone, I will always be with you. When darkness comes and tries swallow your sweet, bright light, I will light the night with stars, hear me whisper to you in the dark to bring you back to the light where you belong. Please know that I am never far away, I am always in your heart to guide you. I know that the path after this, if I don’t make it, will feel lonely and ragged. But along with our children and our dearest sister, Angelica, my love with surround you like a crimson robe, filling you with warmth, giving you comfort and make you look like the queen you are. You are the queen of my heart. Even though, I had made mistakes and forsake you, my love for you will
always be an all-consuming fire. Yes, my love, I will always burn for you. I implore you one last time, my one and only true love, please, do not cry for me. It will cause my soul grief to have to watch.

Loving you for forever,

Yours and only yours,


You read the letter over and over again, crying, even though, beyond the grave, your one love begs you not to. As his words flow over you, your resolve begins to harden. He didn’t want this for you. He didn’t want you to be remembered as his weeping widow. Legacy. The one thing, besides you, that he had always wanted was to leave a legacy that would be remembered. You decide, here and now, that you would pick up your husband’s mantle. You would do everything in your power to protect his legacy, to tell his story. You gently fold the precious letter and place it in the locket that Alexander had given you.

“I saw it in the shop and I just had to get it for my darling Y/N.” He whispered in your ear as he clasped the locket around your neck. You turn round in in embrace so he can see it. The smile on his face grew wider. He lifts his hand to your face to caress your cheek, “It suits you.”

Another memory, this time a happy one, comes to mind. You find yourself smiling, really smiling, for the first time in months. You finally begin to feel alive again.

Hours later, you hear Angelica and the children start to come home for the day. You race downstairs to greet them. They all stop in shock when you come barreling towards them with a pep in your step and a smile on your face. You wrap your arms around your sister first. “Y/N, are you alright?” she asks, gently wrapping her arms around you like you were a porcelain doll, ready to crack at any moment. You pull back, smiling, then turn and start loving on each of your children. You look at each of them and you see the bits of Alexander in each of them. Alexander Junior had his eyes, John had his nose, James had his dimples, William had his chin, Little Angie had his mischievous grin, and Baby Philip, oh, he was spitting image of him.

After sending them to play, you are left alone with your sister. “Y/N, what happened? Don’t get me wrong, I am so happy that you aren’t mourning anymore. But, what changed?” She held both of your hands in hers. You gently pulled them away. “I finally realized that how I have been behaving is not what Alexander would have wanted for me. He would want to me to live my life, not waste my time on tears. I am ready to pick up where he left off.”

And you did. You spend hours going through all of his writing. You interview anyone who had been at his side, from soldiers that fought with him in the Revolutionary War to the other politicians who had been with him or against him. You rally and stand against slavery and support all of Alexander’s causes. Knowing that Alexander, not only wanted his story told but those he surrounded himself with, you petition for funds for a monument to be raised in George Washington’s honor. You spend the rest of your time on this earth trying to make sure that the name Alexander Hamilton and all he did for the great country he helped create would not be forgotten. You always felt like there was something more you could do but you always felt that if Alexander had survived, he would have done a much better job than you did.

50 years after Alexander’s death….

You are lying in bed, surrounded by your remaining children, Alexander Junior, James, John, Eliza, and Little Philip. You tell them that you loved them all dearly and to never forget you or their father and to always tell his story. “It’s almost finished, Mom. I promise to tell his story.” John told you, holding your hand. You smile, and as you look up from his eyes, off in the distance, you see an ethereal figure walking toward you. As it gets closer, you slowly begin to start noticing things. Dark, flowing hair, warm brown eyes, and the gentle smile of your beloved husband. “My Alexander.”

“Yes, Mom?” Alexander Junior asks but you don’t respond to him. Your eyes fixated just beyond the foot of your bed, past your children. Alexander stretched out his hand for you to come with him. You smile, sigh and close your eyes.

You open them and take his hand. As you look at your hand in his, yours is no longer the withered, fragile hand of an 97 year old woman. It looks like it did way back in 1804, the year Alexander passed. He looks exactly as he did that morning of the duel. “My one love, you told my story.” He grinned his small, shy smile that only you got to see. “No, I told our story.”

I really want to talk about the conclusion of the Lost Children arc, and Jill’s importance as a character.

One thing I see a lot of Berserk fans wish for is that the series could go back to the darker tones of arcs like Lost Children, the latter half of the Golden Age, and of course, the Black Swordsman arc. But the lighter mood is something that’s actually been developing since the manga’s beginning - it’s been gradual but it’s been consistent, and all the different characters Guts has encountered on his travels have been meeting better and kinder fates. Colette died horribly and had her corpse desecrated, then Vargas died cleanly and with hope of being avenged, then Theresia survived and carried physical and psychological scars as the price…and now Jill lives too; not undamaged, but she makes it out clean and strong and hopeful. And even though the Lost Children arc contains piles of dead children and shows Guts at one of his lowest points morally, this is the moment where the light breaks through at last.

And Jill is the character who brings this light into the story, and an incredible amount of hope too.

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