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This beautiful, bright, spiral galaxy is Messier 64, often called the Black Eye Galaxy or the Sleeping Beauty Galaxy for its heavy-lidded appearance in telescopic views. M64 is about 17 million light-years distant in the otherwise well-groomed northern constellation Coma Berenices. In fact, the Red Eye Galaxy might also be an appropriate moniker in this colorful composition of narrow and wideband images. The enormous dust clouds obscuring the near-side of M64’s central region are laced with the telltale reddish glow of hydrogen associated with star forming regions. But they are not this galaxy’s only peculiar feature. Observations show that M64 is actually composed of two concentric, counter-rotating systems. While all the stars in M64 rotate in the same direction as the interstellar gas in the galaxy’s central region, gas in the outer regions, extending to about 40,000 light-years, rotates in the opposite direction. The dusty eye and bizarre rotation is likely the result of a billion year old merger of two different galaxies.

Credit: NASA, Hubble Heritage Team

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What Your Spirit Does When You Aren’t Sleeping

The fact of the matter is, you are entering a new world when you sleep. You descend the spiral stair case into the frequency that your pineal gland resonates on, and your DNA was birthed from.

Basically, when you are not sleeping your spirit is still there doing things that you would normally do as a human. You’re in two worlds! One world is a dream state induced by activation of the pineal gland, resonating on the highest frequency. The other world is the pineal gland Resonating on the lowest frequency. Both worlds are influenced by receptors. For the low frequency, the GABA receptor is the main frequency; which uses the CANNABINOID SYSTEM as a retrograde frequency. In other words, you have two main neurotransmitters that cause a frequency in the pineal gland! The GABA does the inhibiting effect while Cannabinoid system reverses it through retrograde signaling. The combined result is your consciousness while awake. The main system while sleeping is the Serotonin system. DMT AND MELATONIN being the main molecules which allow activation and resonating on the highest frequency.

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wow i feel terrible today.  like truly awful.  i know exactly what it is too which is surprisingly making it worse.  i feel like my brain is one of those quarter things you see at the mall and in the middle is the pit the quarter drops into but right now its just spinning around and around the rim, getting closer and closer.  

anonymous asked:

I just wrote a smutty scene where Carmilla gave Laura a hickey on the inside of her thigh to remember her because they both think they're having a ONS but they're really each other's new co-workers. ~Fox

PS: How’s your Sinday- I mean Sunday morning going? ~Fox

Oh that’s nice XD Can’t wait to read that!  And I woke up at 7pm bc my sleeping schedule has spiralled d:

Mansons - DP

He meant well, he really did, but there were only so many times he could ground and consequence the girl before coming to the end of his rope. The stress of not knowing where his daughter was and what she was doing lead to a lack of sleep, which spiraled into more stress. And after this latest misadventure resulted in Sam being brought home well after midnight by the police for the fifth time, Jeremy Manson lost it. 

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A little doodley of Rowan Guerrin because I have fallen for her hard and she is amazing and now I want more stories about herrr (Just finished The Stolen Throne ahah) The armor is just something I scribbled up b/c I love Cavalry warrior Rowan so much ^_^ Hopefully this’ll get her out of my system enough that I can get to sleep ahah

I just keep spiraling farther into Dragon Age hell, don’t I ^_^;;

This big, bright, beautiful spiral galaxy is Messier 64, often called the Black Eye Galaxy or the Sleeping Beauty Galaxy for its heavy-lidded appearance in telescopic views. M64 is about 17 million light-years distant in the northern constellation Coma Berenices. In fact, the Red Eye Galaxy might also be an appropriate moniker in this colorful composition. The enormous dust clouds obscuring the near-side of M64’s central region are laced with the telltale reddish glow of hydrogen associated with star forming regions. But they are not this galaxy’s only peculiar feature. Observations show that M64 is actually composed of two concentric, counter-rotating systems. While all the stars in M64 rotate in the same direction as the interstellar gas in the galaxy’s central region, gas in the outer regions, extending to about 40,000 light-years, rotates in the opposite direction. The dusty eye and bizarre rotation is likely the result of a billion year old merger of two different galaxies.

Image Credit & Copyright: Michael Miller, Jimmy Walker

Our Endless Numbered Days (1/1)

A/N: Modern AU with gratuitous fluff because we deserve that much. Title taken from Iron & Wine’s album.

Summary: FitzSimmons adopt a crippled mutt. Or: for four seasons he has loved her.

Rating: G.

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It is summer and everything about this city is fickle, from its weather to its heart.

The rain takes Fitz by surprise when he leaves the lab for lunch, a drizzle that’s not enough to drench but is mildly inconvenient to hollowed-out office workers in search of a meal and maybe some life purpose. Still, he opens up his umbrella as he walks.

The pitter-patter of rain thrums against the plastic canopy, louder, louder still. On the sidewalk is a girl half kneeling, half squatting, holding out a yellow umbrella that barely covers her, the back of her shirt soaking wet. Pedestrians hurry past in their nine-to-five carelessness. He’s about to do the same thing.

Except he sees this: a crippled mutt shivering at her feet, underneath her umbrella.

In two seconds he’s by her side. In three seconds she’s looking up to find his umbrella over her head.

He wipes the rain from his eyes, shakes it out of his hair, manages a lopsided grin full of crystallized raindrops and not enough grace. For a brief second he thinks that to her, he must look as pitiful as this dog.

The rain lets up. Sunlight avalanches out from behind dark clouds, and the damp air smells disgustingly of car exhaust and dusty streets.

No matter.

The girl scratches the dog behind its ears and stands up. “Thank you,” she smiles.

He blinks. Yellow umbrella. Sunlight. A concrete city softened by her smile. His heart itches like it’s demanding to be touched.

He doesn’t answer straight away; he takes her out for lunch instead.

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