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Illusions in the Cosmic Clouds: Pareidolia is the psychological phenomenon where people see recognizable shapes in clouds, rock formations, or otherwise unrelated objects or data. There are many examples of this phenomenon on Earth and in space.

When an image from NASAs Chandra X-ray Observatory of PSR B1509-58 a spinning neutron star surrounded by a cloud of energetic particles was released in 2009, it quickly gained attention because many saw a hand-like structure in the X-ray emission.

In a new image of the system, X-rays from Chandra in gold are seen along with infrared data from NASAs Wide-field Infrared Survey Explorer telescope in red, green and blue. Pareidolia may strike again as some people report seeing a shape of a face in WISEs infrared data. What do you see?

NASAs Nuclear Spectroscopic Telescope Array, or NuSTAR, also took a picture of the neutron star nebula in 2014, using higher-energy X-rays than Chandra.

PSR B1509-58 is about 17,000 light-years from Earth.

JPL, a division of the California Institute of Technology in Pasadena, manages the WISE mission for NASA. NASAs Marshall Space Flight Center in Huntsville, Alabama, manages the Chandra program for. The Smithsonian Astrophysical Observatory in Cambridge, Massachusetts, controls Chandras science and flight operations.

Image Credit: X-ray: NASA/CXC/SAO; Infrared: NASA/JPL-Caltech

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What is a Exoplanet?

Exoplanets are the planets orbiting around stars other than our Sun. There are 2000+ confirmed exoplanets found in the known Universe. According to astronomers there can be trillions of exoplanets in our Galaxy.

Following are some amazing facts about exoplanets:

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End Of Loop

I came to strapped to a chair. Another chair sat in front of me and their was a hole in the ground equidistant between them. A glance at my arm revealed my Quantum Permuter was active but in a weird stasis mode. I had spent uncountable years in ridiculous situations with this thing and I had never seen the code on the screen. A glance revealed my surrounding outside the structure were strangely familiar. I wasn’t sure (especially considering the amount of traveling I had been doing) but I felt like I should recognize them.

Then He walked into my field of Vision.

Slate.

We had never spoken, but since our first encounter he had been chasing me along the timelines. Interrupting my missions. Not allowing me to fix the past.

I hated him.

I had never felt such powerful enmity for a being I had so little meaningful contact with. With his containment suit I didn’t even know what he was. I was pretty certain he was one of Them.

A Kyrati.

The Kyrati were humanoid, and required the same basic conditions humans did for life. It’s ironic, towards the late 20th and early 21st century many stories compared Humanity to viruses. Our wanton destruction of our habitat, overworking of our natural systems, and rapid reproduction rates, irregardless of the reflexive effects, made this comparison troublingly on the nose. If that was a true comparison then the Kyrati were a Virulent Cancer, multiplying and destroying far more than our worse civilizations could ever have conceive of.

They arrived in 2035 after Dylam Enterprises had secured inter-dimensional trading rights with the phase they called 1xb12. Using the Banneker theorems they had successfully created a method of contacting, viewing, and traveling to alternate realities. 1xb12 seemed to have the best compatibility with what we needed, and could supply. So after years of negotiations the terms were set and the Quantum Permuter was utilized to open a doorway.

The greatest fears of the naysayers were almost immediately realized when it was revealed that the entirety of the presented data was falsified. 1xb12 was a seed world for the Kyrati Empire. It had been colonized Years ago and stripped of 90% of its life sustaining properties. What we had been looking at was a preserve and projections of the world before it had been stripped. The planet was currently much closer to Mars than earth.

As soon as the portal was open the Kyrati installed Phase Locks and their legions poured through. Our population was reduced by 70% inside of six months. That was 5.6 billion lives in half a year. Dylam Enterprises to those that still remembered it was an instant Pariah.

So the back up plan was enacted. Thing about the Quantum Permuter, it didn’t just allow for shifting between dimensions, but further investigation and modification could allow for movement along the time stream.

I was chosen to travel back in time and eliminate the conditions that allowed Dylam enterprises to obtain the technology and bring about the Catastrophe.

I had been traveling for untold years. I had committed acts of corporate espionage. I had committed acts of sabotage. I had committed acts of terrorism. I have killed. The things I had done were beyond rationalizing. I had become a monster to stop the monsters from coming. But above all the things I’d done… The thing I had become. I had failed. And this creature was the cause of it.

It walked in front of me and paused. It’s head cocked as it studied me. I sat their shaking with rage looking at the architect of my failures. It reached up to its neck and grabbed it’s helmet. A hissing sound was followed by a rush of steam and when it cleared what I saw was impossible. I looked into the eyes of Dr. Benjamin Banneker, creator of the Quantum Permuter. My mission parameters included potentially tracking and eliminating him but I was unable to find even a trace in my travels. I couldn’t rationalize what I saw. Why. How, could he be Slate.

“Why?” I whispered

He looked at me shook his head and let out a rueful chuckle.

“You really have no idea do you?”

He stared at me for a while. Then his expression hardened.

“I always knew the Permuter could potentially time slip, but I also knew the danger. Time is a stream, interrupting or altering the flow is always temporary. If you go back and change something to avoid an outcome you lock that outcome into place. The event becomes a constant because it Has to happen in order for the consequent event that is time travel to take place.”

“But there are alternate realities…”

“Yes, ones you will never fully experience because you have violated the time stream and Locked yourself Out of time into a loop. Had you Purmuted into a reality where the events that caused you to time shift never happened you could have theoretically stayed. The only way to even conceivably experience a permanent time alteration would be for you to double back on your first loop fix the problem, and convince the first you that he had to continue. You have shifted up and down the timeline so much that said outcome is now impossible.”

“Why, how… You could have told me this we could have..”

“By the time I locked onto your tachyon signature the greater damage was already irreparable. Haven’t you noticed that every time you shift the world you return to is Worse?”

“In some ways but I…”

“Have No clue what your actions have caused!”

He stared at me and in his eyes I saw a deeper pit of pain and rage than I though conceivable. Why couldn’t he understand? What could have happened that he looked with such vehemence towards me?

“It was pretty early on for you mission wise. You were not fully aware enough of the ramifications of your actions to realize, nor so far along in your path that you ceased to care. It was before you began searching for me. I assume your mission included potentially locating and sanctioning me?”

“But I didn’t, I never found a trace of you I couldn’t…”

“That’s because I blocked it. I thwarted your efforts before you even began them, you had already taken Everything from me before it even occurred to you to look for me. I wish you had found me before… I wish…”

He began pacing, galvanized by his emotions, containing himself from an outburst I could see would lead to my end.

“It was a normal day, as normal as days got after the occupation. I was moving my family to a new safe house. They were aware that my work was the foundation of their invasion and wanted me in custody to see what expansions they could coax out of me. I had my modified Permuter, it detected the vibrational differences of Them and their technology which also allowed me a heads up on potential encounters. You were in the area on one of your fools errands. Your tachyon signature and Permuter emissions interfered with my equipment. We never saw them coming.”

He stopped, locked in a memory I had no desire to share. With effort, he gathered himself and continued.

“They played nice at first, they provided for our basic needs in a shelter I knew to be far more comfortable than what was offered to most. At first they thought they had sold me on their propaganda. I smiled and played along with their claims of Manifest Destiny and Conquerers Preeminence. Till the day they realized I was stalling the process. Imagine if you will, what a race that was capable of wiping out 70% of a population without pause is capable of doing… To the child of a man that knowingly slowed their expansion.”

He stopped at this point, tears streaming down his face, still wracked by whatever horrors he had witnessed.

We sat in silence for some time. My imagination, that of a man who could not even remember the horrors I myself had perpetrated, travelled down uncanny valleys and left me paralyzed. I could not conceive of what this man had been through because of me and even more frightening what he had planned for me. Finally he turned.

“They didn’t give me much time before demanding I get back to work. Though I had been stalling on their goals. I had been aggressively pursuing my own. I was able to figure out your specific Permuters modifications, I could see the points of interference in my time stream and I could lock onto your tachyon stream. If I could stop you I could potentially reverse the causality that led to our capture. But first I had to escape my captors.

They were aware of your manipulations but their scientists had yet to replicate the equations that allowed travel along the stream. My Permuter had sophisticated quantum encryption layers. They had never even realized I had time stream alteration equations on my drive. For them I worked on expanding the Quantum Scryers vibrational wave margins. Based off my work they were marshaling for aggressive magnification of their empire. I built a null-time workshop and put it in a quasi permeable vibrational bubble, a pocket dimension if you will. I explained to them that the glitches in my workspace recordings were a result of my vibrational research. They took another of my children to insure I was being truthful. What they did…”

He paused again but briefly this time. Whatever their offenses, they had the exact opposite intended effect. His eyes met mine.

“I built this suit to reduce my agitation of the time stream. As it locked my physical form in temporal stasis , this is the first time I have removed it since I sealed it.”

He reached into a deceptively small opening on his backpack and pulled out a oblong cylinder with a point on one end and some type of tech box at the other end. He walked over to the seat opposite me and slid the cylinder into the hole. He sat down across from me. And though I saw no indication of how my restraints receded. He simply sat across from me looking at me. Waiting. The enormity of what I had just learned began to settle and I was at a loss.

“Do you recognize where we are? When we are?”

I looked around and with dawning horror realized why this place was so familiar. Across the street was the final operating lab of Dylam Ent. If my calculations were correct it was about to be destroyed in the explosion set off by my initial time jump. But why? Why here why now if he could not alter what I had done, what could his purpose be?

“This is an entropy spike. It took me many years and no small effort to create. Once I set it off the vibrational interference will cause your initial time jump to fail, the fallout waves will undo all the alterations we have created in the time stream… Well that is if my calculations are correct. My previous efforts at temporal repair all failed. Only the power generate by the initial causal rupture has a chance to effect a wave wide repair. And only with the presence of the original temporally displaced body. So, here we are. At the start of it all. And we can stop it. None of what we’ve done, what we felt we had to do to get here, will be.”

He paused and looked at me for a long beat.

“You can’t stop it this way. I doubt you even know how long you have been traveling or remember all that you have done. We activate this and the experiment fails. All the damage to the time line will be healed. We will never meet. My family, well I don’t know what will come, but I’m willing to face that over this.”

I looked at him, I looked across the street. I thought about the many times we had faced each other, his actions, our enmity.

“Why even tell me? I’m here you set the spike off and things go back to your normal, why bother to explain it.”

He stared at me with a combination of deep hatred and pity. Offering me no clue but his checked wrath.

“You need me to do something, you need me willing don’t you?”

He remained stoically silent.

“After all we have done, all of our encounters you expect me to believe you? To help you?”

I moved to stand but his hand quickly moved towards his wrist and I controlled my self.

“How do I even know this is real, that you, you are real? That you are who you say you are?”

He still gave me nothing, I studied him. I thought about everything. I shook my head.

“No, you are the reason I keep failing. You are the reason things are getting worse. I stop you here and I can still fix this, I can save everyone your family included. How can you not see this?”

He twitched, his face darkened as he realized my insolubility.

“I bear my soul to you, the cause of all my pain and you spit in my face?” He growled.

“You thing you are the only one who suffered loss?” I spit back. “You know what I have done, what I have become. I would sacrifice a million possible lives to save 5.6 billion actual ones. I am all that humanity has left!”

He stared at me. I saw the stillness come over him. The surrender.

“Then come stop me.”

He reached for the Spike, I lunged forward faster than humanly possible. All the shifting I had done had changed my relationship with time. I had my hand over the control panel of the spike before he could reach it. My other hand was around the handle of the knife I had rammed into his chest. His hand finally settled on mine and his body rocked back from the force of the attack.

I stared into his eyes. “All this time chasing me and you thought you could tell your little sob story and get me to give up on humanity?” I leaned in and grunted between gritted teeth. “Never.”

He coughed up blood, looked back at me and smiled. “I know.”

A automated feminine voice chimed out.

“Activation parameters accepted.”

And beneath our hands the Spike began to hum and glow.

As reality began to unravel he spoke his last words.

“I didn’t need you willing, I didn’t need you passive, I tried it myself and just created a feedback loop that reset back to the damaged timeline. I needed to balance my intentions towards the experiment on a quantum level, I needed you, and I needed you to fight.”

As I took in his words and his smile I could feel eternity pulling apart my existence and everything faded to nothing.

I see a modern person reaching out for something real, something untainted, wild, and pure. The entity he is reaching out for, preparing to embrace and dance with in the safety of the ring of trees, has never been transformed by our human social world into a force of greed, into a force of callous disregard, into a force of ignorance. By reaching out for him, the man will become like him, in ways.

This is the ultimate “yes” to the forces that are still free and “unfallen”- not dragged into slavery to the assumptions of things like human exceptionalism, the “myth of progress”, and the endless idealism and groundless, harmful moralizing that humans have accepted wholesale in the place of an authentic life of spiritual insight and relationship.

Look at how the wild thing leaps and darts- he still maintains the spontaneous, carefree vitality that we all should have, every day. The life-force in him is radiant. In him lurks no treachery of manipulation towards slavery. If he manipulates at all, he manipulates to freedom. In him is no pretension; in him is no will to control. There is no question of controlling Fateful forces, only dancing with them. Everyone who has ever danced with another knows the subtle “back and forth” that takes place- and what spontaneous steps may emerge.

Either way, when this corrupted social world becomes so dense and dark that we can no longer even breathe (pretty much how it’s been for a long time now) it is to the circle of trees, and the wild beings that have not been choked by it, that we must turn. You can take that in lots of ways- the most shallow interpretation is a call to run off back to the woods and live in cabins or tents. Of course, that’s not what I mean, nor what the image means. The circle of trees is also the hedge that separates the man’s interior soul and mind from what he perceives as the rest of the world. The wild being inside is that thing we hope lives inside us still, somewhere.

For most of us, he does. Finding him was my mission. Helping others to find his brethren inside themselves is my continuing mission. No wise person turns to the walls of mosques, churches, or synagogues for comfort; that only continues the problem in a thousand ways. The wise turn to strange mind-states and the invisible hands of dark, wild beings for comfort. It seems out of the question for most, and terrifying for a large portion more, and perhaps even counter-intuitive for many open to the idea. But It is the way to freedom.

Lots of “ways to freedom” have been proposed to deal with the enslavement we’ve all found ourselves in, on one level or another. None have yielded the glow of their hope or promise. So, as a wise person once said, “if we want something we’ve never had, we have to do something we’ve never done.” And how many of us have gone into the nighted woods, to shake the hoof of the Wild One?

Is it really so hard to believe that what we need most, and want most, might have been shunted off into a place that would seem completely unlikely?

If people could have found it before now, they would have. That tells me that there is a place- or a few places- that people aren’t looking, for a reason that might seem perfectly clear or reasonable. No one goes towards a place or a being that looks like a terrifying or uncertain nightmare waiting to happen. No one stoops down so low anymore to really examine the place that has been for ages declared forbidden. I say we start looking there more.

- Robin Artisson

Deadly Accident

Paring: Bucky x reader 

Characters: Tony stark, Bucky 

TW: Hospitals, swearing

A/N: THis request was awesome!!



Strange fruits appear out of the blue at the tower from time to time, its all Tony’s doing. You didn’t know what Guava’s were, or that you had a an extreme allergy to them.

You went on your daily business, and stopped by the kitchen on your way to the elevator. You saw the strange maroon fruit surrounded by others. You shrugged it off and, grabbed one popping it into the blender with the banana’s and strawberries that were next to it. You liked the way your newly made smoothie tasted and you poured it in a togo cup and headed down the elevator.

On the way down you decided that you actually really liked guavas and googled recipes on your phone.

You felt your throat tickle and your lips and face started to become numb. Everything was starting to get itchy, and the world was spinning. Your grip on the cup in your hand slipped as you collapsed.

JARVIS alerted Tony that you had passed out in the elevator. He ran to the elevator immediately. Tony picked you up and drove you to the nearest hospital. Bruce was on a mission, other wise he would have given you over to Bruce. 

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My Dad once told me, “If you ever go on a missions trip or visit a refugee camp, don’t take photos.

I was confused and asked him, "Why not?”

My Dad responds, “Most people who take pictures only want publicity. To show off to their friends. That means their heart isn’t in the right place. Also, if you were in their shoes, would you feel comfortable if someone took a photo of you and your home?”

Concussed (Avengers x Reader) Part 4

Your body felt stiff, and heavy, like your bones and muscle had been replaced with concrete. Your mouth felt chapped and dry, and as if it had been filled with cotton and wherever you were, you were surrounded by

total

utter

darkness.

Where the hell were you? And why the hell did your head feel so foggy?

You had vague memories of groggily opening your eyes a few times, it seemed like days between each time you managed to pry them open, and you remembered trying to focus on whoever sat beside you calling your name, before you were gone again, lulled back into the soft buzz of sleep.

To be quite honest, you didn’t want to open your eyes. You were fully aware of what had landed you-wherever you were, and if you did open your eyes? Well Steve was going to give you another concussion.

Groaning, you started to roll over and hissed, snapping your eyes open at the sudden pain in your leg-and hand…and head…and foot…man what the shit!

Grunting, you pulled your head up a bit and peered down at yourself, a noise of displeasure erupting from you when you noted the bandages around your thigh, foot and hand. Were there any-

Reaching up, you gingerly touched your head and sighed in relief when you only felt your own hair. Thank the Lord.

There was a sudden creak across the room and your head snapped up. The door was opening and your breath halted when you saw who entered the room.

A disheveled Steve, clad only in loose, grey track pants, which sat low enough on his hips that you could see his v line, came shuffling in, while sleepily rubbing his eyes and yawning. His hair was a mess, you were fairly certain-wait, did he only have one sock on?

“(Y/N)?”

The man’s sleepy voice could’ve made even Fury’s heart flutter.

“Hi,” You offered shyly, afraid of just how mad he might be that you a) didn’t listen to him and got out of bed all that while ago, b) got yourself hurt again, and c) closed your eyes and fell into unconsciousness when he very clearly told you not to.

“You’re awake.” He stood there at the foot of your bed, looking stupified for a few more seconds before he was rushing at you.

“What’re you doing?!” You shouted, panicked as you struggled to pull farther into the bed and away from the man who was now poking and prodding you.

“Checking your vitals,” He answered distractedly, warm fingers pressing against your neck.

You swatted his hand away in a huff, irritated with him already. You’d only been awake for a minute tops and he was already smothering you. “Get off of me you psycho!” You huffed, slapping his hands away with your good hand. “I’m fine! You’re making it worse!”

You shot him an indignant glare and he only raised his thick blonde eyebrow. “Picking fights with me already?”

“You don’t need to check my pulse, dummy,” You said, rolling your eyes. “I’m awake and alive and hungry as hell.”

“Well I suspect you’d be,” He answered, sitting down on the bed next to you. It dipped quite noticeably. “You’ve been asleep for four days.”

Your eyes bulged out of your head. Four days? Four. Days. Four days?!
“And nobody thought to put in a feeding tube? How did you hydrate me because I don’t see that tube either,” You said, casting a glance around the room. It was definitely emergency equipped, but there was nothing to imply you’d been kept coma ready. “Have I just been food and liquid deprived for four days?”

Steve only raised his eyebrows again. “You kept waking up and choking on them. I tried to get you to keep the tubes in but you’d keep pulling them out. It happened seven times before I gave up and waited for you to just stay awake on your own.”

Seven times? You woke up seven times and fell back asleep? Damn.

Staring down at your hands in your lap as you felt guilt rise like bile in you. “I’m sorry Steve…I really should have listened to you.”

“Yes, you should have,” He chastised, frowning at you. “You could have serious damage now because you’ve landed yourself two concussions in the span of two weeks. You’ll be out for the count, especially mission wise, for even longer.”

You gawked at him, disbelief widening your eyes. “That’s not fair! I was eating cereal! And Bucky’s the one who asked me t-” You froze when you remembered the poor man’s state.

Steve must have seen your emotional distress because he set a gentle hand on your knee. “He’s fine. He’s been awake since the morning after it all happened.”

You nodded, relief swelling in your chest. You didn’t know what you would have done if he’d been more hurt than you’d been. “And his leg?” You asked, looking up at Steve. “There was a piece of the counter I think through his calf when I got him out of there. Is his leg okay?”

“He’s on crutches,” The blonde answered, nodding all the while. “But he’s okay. He was worried about you too. Everyone is. They’ll be glad to hear you’re awake.”

You beamed at the idea of everyone wanting to see you. It was nice to feel loved and missed.


* * *

It was days before you were allowed to leave bed and begin to mosy around the tower again, or even go back to your own room. And it was a damn good thing too because you didn’t know how much longer you could’ve taken people bringing you food and trying to make you eat chocolate pudding as you stared at the wall because ‘no brain activity, think about things as little as you can!’ Your hand and thigh were still bandaged, although the wounds were healing nicely, and the cut on your foot was almost gone so no bandage was needed for that.

Bucky had come to see you plenty of times during your stay (as did Tony, although all your best friend did was whine and complain about how he was going to be alone for even longer now) and while the rest of the team had been visiting frequently, it seemed neither Bucky nor Steve left your side.

“It’s my fault this happened to you (Y/N),” Bucky had said, resting his crutches against the edge of the bed before sinking down onto it next to you. “If I hadn’t texted you-”

“It’s alright Bucky!” You’d insisted. “If you hadn’t texted me, maybe you would have gone on your own and been hurt and you would have had no one to help you.”

And then there was Steve.

“No TV, no reading, no cell phone, no-”

“Life,” You’d finished for him. “I get it Steve, no life.”

“I’m trying to help you here (Y/N),” He’d said, tidying up your nightstand. “The team’s not exactly the greatest with one of its soldiers missing.”

You’d been a little proud at that, but after murse Steve had left, you were stuck lying in bed, alone and bored. But the boredom didn’t end there.

While you were allowed to wander, you were allowed minimal TV privileges, small doses of reading, your phone every once in a while and there was zero excersizing involved whatsoever. Bruce and Tony said it was so your brain could fully recover, but you could feel yourself losing muscle and gaining fat.

“One match,” You’d begged Natasha. “You can even go easy on me. Please.”

But she’d only shake her head, and say no.

“I can feel myself wasting away,” You’d whine. “I won’t be as good when I come back to work and I’ll drag the team down! Please! It’s for your safety too!”

But 'no’ seemed to be everyone’s favorite word when it came to you.

ONCE you’d snuck into the training area at night to do some weight training, but Steve only hauled your ass back to bed. You got that concussions were really bad, and yes your short term memory was rusty and it freaked you out, and your time perception was off, but you really didn’t think sitting around was helping anyone.

Which is why you gladly welcomed the next mission that took everyone out of the tower. Pepper could only watch you for so long before she got tired, and Jarvis could only say no so many times.

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How astronomers see the Universe through our galaxy

“What we call “the Zone of Avoidance” isn’t, as we commonly present it, a nearby region with very few galaxies. Although we’ve seen very few galaxies, in reality it’s most probably a region with just as many galaxies as the rest of the Universe, that just happens to be hard to see from our vantage point!”

If you want to look out into the Universe, all you need to do is gather the light it gives off. Unless, of course, there’s something in the way. For about 20% of the sky, that’s exactly the story for our own Milky Way galaxy, where the neutral gas and dust block most of the visible light everywhere we look, preventing us from observing the Universe beyond. However, this doesn’t mean we have no options: the gas and dust might block visible light, but longer wavelengths like radio and infrared can pass right through. Recently NASA’s Wide-field Infrared Survey Explorer (WISE) mission mapped the entire sky in the infrared, including the entire galactic plane. It not only found many background galaxies, but it gave us a new window into what’s possible. Perhaps, with future missions, we’ll discover the cause of the “great attractor” phenomenon after all.

The real Maria

SHE ONCE admitted that she found Julie Andrews “too gentle” to portray her and it’s easy to see why.

The real Maria von Trapp was a robust matron with a domineering personality.

Even director Robert Wise found himself firmly rebuffing Maria’s attempts to become an advisor on a film based loosely on her life.

“She was bossy so I didn’t like that about her,” Wise admitted.

A peace-making mission took place on May 22, 1964, when Maria visited the set. In person, Wise found her so “charming” he cast her as an extra during the filming of I Have Confidence.

Never shy around handsome men, she was captivated by Christopher Plummer, “You’re much more handsome than my real husband. Ho, ho, ho,” she boomed.

For his part, he found her “buxom…bouncy, and bossy”. Years later they met at a party and Maria cried out: “My husband! My husband!” before they embraced. 

Surrender!

Pairing: PearlNet (Pearl x Garnet)

Rating: T / K+

Length: Around 4k words

One shot, canonverse

Summary: Garnet likes Pearl, whatever stupid things Pearl does. Pearl doesn’t think their mutual attraction is a good idea – just look at what happened with Sardonyx. The best defense (for the good them both) is to play it dumb, especially now that that they’re back on better terms.

Very special thanks to @redscarfterezi for the beta. (This wouldn’t have gone up without you!)



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{ Budapest, Closed }

Natasha breathed in the smell of her new surroundings. She was still a little tired from the trip but it left her feeling more zen than grumpy. She glanced at Clint who had just stepped out of the jet and stood beside her.
Lights and life whirred throughout the city and the even tempurature was more than welcoming. “I’ve had worse missions location-wise.” This…could actually be fun. There was a lot of culture about; an energy that made the whole thing all the more intriguing.

  • Interviewer: Obviously people loved Sebastian Stan as Winter Soldier. I know a lot of people loved his work in it. I mean, it's a no-brainer he's coming back. Can you comment if he'll have a bigger part?
  • JR: We've called it a two parter. Certainly it's a cliffhanger. I know a lot of people, some people didn't like the fact that he didn't have a lot of lines or that we didn't explore a lot of his personality in that film. That wasn't the point of that movie. The point of that movie was that a ghost from Cap's past comes back and punches him in the face. And how does he deal with that while, mission wise, also trying to save the world. So that character in that movie had a really specific job of basically being a killing machine. And Cap cracked the veneer of that well-formed HYDRA killing machine. So what's left to explore is the personality of the character, much the way Brubaker's run did after Winter Soldier regained a semblance of his past. So the question would be, you know, philosophical issues we'd want to deal with in Cap 3 would be, you know, is he redeemable? Is he the worst assassin we've ever seen or is he the longest suffering P.O.W.? You know, where does he live now? Does he ever regain his memories?
  • AR: He's a beautifully tragic character.
  • JR: If he doesn't regain his memories, can we call him Bucky Barnes? Or is he somebody new? So it's a really fascinating character to play with. Very rich. I remember when we met with Kevin and we found out they were doing the 'Winter Soldier', I said, 'we've got Star Wars on our hands' because it's such a rich, familial conflict. A hero and a villain who are basically brothers. And such a complex villain... I always say the hero's only as good as the villain. Bucky's so rich and so complex, that he makes Cap more interesting.

Illusions in the Cosmic Clouds : Pareidolia is the psychological phenomenon where people see recognizable shapes in clouds, rock formations, or otherwise unrelated objects or data. There are many examples of this phenomenon on Earth and in space.

When an image from NASA’s Chandra X-ray Observatory of PSR B1509-58 – a spinning neutron star surrounded by a cloud of energetic particles –was released in 2009, it quickly gained attention because many saw a hand-like structure in the X-ray emission.

In a new image of the system, X-rays from Chandra in gold are seen along with infrared data from NASA’s Wide-field Infrared Survey Explorer (WISE) telescope in red, green and blue. Pareidolia may strike again as some people report seeing a shape of a face in WISE’s infrared data. What do you see?

NASA’s Nuclear Spectroscopic Telescope Array, or NuSTAR, also took a picture of the neutron star nebula in 2014, using higher-energy X-rays than Chandra.

PSR B1509-58 is about 17,000 light-years from Earth.

JPL, a division of the California Institute of Technology in Pasadena, manages the WISE mission for NASA.  NASA’s Marshall Space Flight Center in Huntsville, Alabama, manages the Chandra program for. The Smithsonian Astrophysical Observatory in Cambridge, Massachusetts, controls Chandra’s science and flight operations.

Image Credit: X-ray: NASA/CXC/SAO; Infrared: NASA/JPL-Caltech (via NASA)

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When coming to he froze into his spot. He wasn’t even sure what to think when he seen Ken the way he looked in front of him. Shaking in shock he couldn’t believe he did that to Ken. Immediately hating what he did. “ K…Ken….oh…my - “ Stepping back a bit he couldn’t remember the last time he’d done a thing like this or if he ever done something like this. If so it would have to be back when he just started out right? Mission wise that is.

“I’m…..so..so so sorry! I…i’m going to call….th..the CCG they’ll h..help! “ Highly doubting the other would want him touching him after this. He could hardly remember what their argument was about either. But he was sure it wasn’t bad enough he..had to do this to him. When he ran to the nearest phone he kept saying sorry over and over again until he got a hold of someone.