yay spiral

Joining a fandom that is new to you but well-established is like going to a restaurant with a sign outside that just says “Food served here” and asking for the chef’s special without looking at the menu.

Fifteen minutes later a waiter just comes out like “Uh, who ordered the middle-aged man shrieking ecstatically in German while being pounded in the ass by an enormous Russian?”

And you just have to put your hand up like, “I guess that was me. I, apparently, ordered that.”

(Meanwhile, the cook’s in the back throwing another plate on the counter like “A Red Oni trashcan and a Blue Oni trashcan in a hopeless Foe-Yay spiral, pick it up!”)

behind closed doors, your hands in mind [jyn/cassian, rogue one, rated explicit, 4k]

It keeps happening—his hands on her body, his lips on her skin. It’s strange, and rather wonderful, but they never talk about it. Jyn kind of wishes they would.

(Welp, I challenged myself to write some smut, and here we are. The biggest kudos to @ladytharen​ for patiently answering my every question about the Star Wars universe.)

The first time it happens, it only barely happens.

They’re pressed together in a darkened corner of an Imperial mining facility, waiting for an unexpected flood of stormtroopers to pass. Cassian had spotted them first and yanked her back into the shadows; caught off guard, she’d spun against him, stumbled forward and pressed him up against the cold metal wall.

His hand—instinctively reaching out to catch her—lands lower than he’d probably planned, curving dangerously across her lower back. She feels him swallow against her cheek.

Neither moves. The sound of boots on the floor grow louder.

There’s an abrupt noise—someone dropping their weapon, or maybe a door opening—and Jyn shifts closer to the wall on instinct, so that her nose is pressed against Cassian’s neck. Cassian, equally surprised, shifts too. His hand slips even lower, and Jyn can’t stop herself from gasping into his skin.

His arms tense around her. His pulse, already fast from the adrenaline of the mission, begins to gallop against her lips.

If this were any other situation, Jyn would pull back. She would turn away and forget this ever happened, and Cassian would know to never bring it up again, and they would continue on as normal. But until those stormtroopers leave, Jyn can’t move.

She’s running through an exhaustive list of mental curses when Cassian’s hand twitches. And then slowly, very slowly, he begins to draw a soft, experimental line along the curve of her back. His fingers dip beneath the hem of her shirt—whether on purpose or by coincidence, she’s not sure—and Jyn sucks in a breath.

Cassian stills immediately.

Through the pounding in her ears, Jyn recognizes the sticky crossroads they’ve suddenly come upon. That if she wants to peel back, now’s the time. The choice is hers.

Jyn should peel back. She knows she should.

Instead, she parts her lips ever so slightly against his neck, presses her tongue ever so gently to his throat.

[More on AO3]

Kartal ve Kuğu

Bu engin yıldız manzarasını, Sagittarius (Yay) spiral koluna ve Samanyolu galaksimizin merkezine doğru teleskobik bir görüntüyü Kartal Nebulası ve Kuğu Nebulası kaplıyor. M16 olarak da bilinen Kartal, kozmik bulutları parlak aktif yıldız oluşum bölgeleri olarak gösteren karenin tepesinde ve M17, Kuğu da alt tarafında görülüyor. Atomik hidrojen gazının karakteristik kırmızımsı emisyonu ve tozlu karanlık nebulalarla dolu spiral kol üzerinde yer alıyorlar. Omega Nebulası olarak da anılan M17 yaklaşık 5500 ışık yılı mesafedeyken M16 yaklaşık 6500 ışık yılı uzakta bulunuyor. Her iki nebulanın da merkezi, Hubble Uzay Teleskobu’nun iyi bilinen yakın yıldız oluşum fotoğraflarının elde edildiği bölgeler. Gökyüzü boyunca 3 derece uzanan bu mozaik görselde Kartal’ın ve Kuğu’nun merkez bölgelerini iyileştirmek için dar bant, yüksek çözünürlüklü fotoğraflar kullanılmış. Kartal Nebulası’nın geniş kanatları neredeyse 120 ışık yılı boyunca yayılıyor. Kuğu ise 30 ışık yılından daha geniş.

Görsel & Telif: Josep Drudis