#Tides from Nebula

[amplifierworshipservice]

Tides from nebula

[sairceketli]

eskiler

[machazer]

@diegomachazer

Polish band. Post Rock. Made in Poland. 🇵🇱

[maquina-semiotica]

“ Shall We?”, Tides From Nebula

[rofirspam]

RHINO Tides From Nebula Album: Instant Rewards

[kiwibirdlafayette]

some dev doodles of etho for starborne AU, finaly decidin on a design for his face under the mask :D i love vhidean etho so much

au masterpost

[cadrenebula]

Vierapril Day 20 - Bunny

[apod]

2025 April 28

Gum 37 and the Southern Tadpoles Image Credit & Copyright: Francis Bozon & Cecil Navick (AstroA. R. O.)

Explanation: This cosmic skyscape features glowing gas and dark dust clouds alongside the young stars of NGC 3572. A beautiful emission nebula and star cluster, it sails far southern skies within the nautical constellation Carina. Stars from NGC 3572 are toward top center in the telescopic frame that would measure about 100 light-years across at the cluster's estimated distance of 9,000 light-years. The visible interstellar gas and dust, shown in colors of the Hubble palette, is part of the star cluster's natal molecular cloud, itself cataloged as Gum 37. Dense streamers of material within the nebula, eroded by stellar winds and radiation, clearly trail away from the energetic young stars. They are likely sites of ongoing star formation with shapes reminiscent of the Tadpoles of IC 410 -- better known to northern skygazers. In the coming tens to hundreds of millions of years, gas and stars in the cluster will be dispersed though, by gravitational tides and by violent supernova explosions that end the short lives of the massive cluster stars.

∞ Source: apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap250428.html

[kagiura-akira]

You know I GOTTA know about something called "Desperate Kisses"!

What kind of desperation?

Is there angst?

*grabs popcorn*

Are you familiar with @dirtbra1n 's "Kagi is made of love" heritage post?

Well. Kagi in ch 23b made it very clear to us that it does, in fact, hurt to hold back.

And I am close to exploding so I needed a one shot to write and I chose desperate kisses but I think the prompt doesn't quiteeee fit??? It's more like. An explosion. There's pain though not necessarily angst.

Anyway I opened this draft just yesterday and it's not a full length fic, but rather an essay.

I think I'll move it out of the "kghr kisses challenge" project into its own document titled, "Entropy"

Spoilers for Hirano to Kagiura chapter 30

At times, Kagi is plagued by a small list of impossibilities spinning around his head. It taunts him. Now, his senpai wouldn't agree that there are such things for him (“Nothing is impossible for you, Kagi-kun!”), but he knows it's true. For example, coming in first place in his class in the end of term exams, or getting Muroi to stop texting him in weird code.

But the winner of the top spot in the list of impossibilities he thinks about is keeping his self control in line.

What happens when you take galaxies worth of love and super compact it into a smaller form?

Why, Kagiura Akira is born, of course.

With the entropy of billions of star systems and nebulae, any reasonable person would find it hard to contain.

Kagi likes to think he's reasonable.

The issue is, unfortunately, the would-be recipient of his affections is also a reasonable person. He can't burden him with this love as big as the sun itself, let alone millions and billions of galaxies worth affection.

Kagi is made of love—a love so great is puts his physical pain tolerance to the test. It wrenches his heart, stabs him in the lungs, knocks him off his feet like a sucker punch from the gods themselves. Stranded alone in the vast sea of his love, the waves crash violently over his head. Sinking, suffocating, he reaches for the surface like a man who can’t swim.

Kagi is made of love, and it hurts.

In his daily life, it manifests itself as a physical energy, which is exhilarating when put to good use (thank you, basketball) but exhausting when it festers. Such an entropic force brews exponentially in the physical embodiment of love that is Kagiura Akira. It can't be contained in a mere 17 year old human boy’s brain, let alone his heart. When Hirano smiles at him, when he quietly works away at his own homework alongside him, when he touches him—it’s so overwhelming, his brain overclocks and his heart stutters for a second or (or 500) too long.

So now, as he’s standing here at their door, he can still feel the heat from the sports festival. The memory of ten seconds stolen in secret sends a flush up the back of his neck and his ears, quite possibly almost as vivid as Hirano’s scarlet hue which reaches from his head to his toes.

“After this, I want to give you my answer,” he mutters. His mouth is turned downward in an embarrassed frown that only he ever makes. (Bless the boy, only knowing how to express two emotions)

Wait, embarrassment? Why is he embarrassed? Kagi’s heart is the one doing backflips like a trained gymnast. So why is it that when he closes the door behind him and turns the lock, he looks like he’s about to be the most vulnerable he’s ever been in his entire life? A flood of imagery of recent moments rattle against Kagi’s skull like a pinball machine as he recognizes the signs. That is to say, the exact signs that plagued himself a mere three or four months ago.

Another surging tide sends a wave of emotion crashing over his head. It rattles him from the center-most part of his being all the way to his extremities. There are no words to adequately describe the enormous pressure building from within. It’s warm and light. Are his feet even touching the ground? Moreover, is he vibrating? The urge to reach out is overwhelming. After all, he hasn’t had his ten seconds today.

Not that it would be enough.

He’s certain that if he initiated his ten seconds now, he’d never be able to let go. His hand twitches, and he digs his fingernails into the skin of his palm for grounding. The way Hirano looks down and away showcases his neck, makes Kagi grit his teeth. The monster within has been tied down with a mere shoelace - the right words could very well strip him of his sanity, replacing Kagiura Akira with what Kagi will only refer to as the devil.

There’s no way he can let that happen.

His bottom lip quivers, and he tightens the grip so hard that his fingernails break his skin. The seams holding together his three ethereal souls together are made of paper, and this monster, his desire, demolishes it into confetti with a single glance from those beautiful, ocean blue eyes.

“Look, I—”

From the moment the words, “my answer” left Hirano’s lips, Kagi knew he was fighting a losing battle. The ache in his chest that started as a dull thud months ago has grown into a piercing, concentrated stabbing sensation, and he’s ignored it for far too long.

He takes a step forward.

For too long, he’s been ignoring the aching pain clawing away at his insides. It hurts, and if he has to go a moment longer living on like this, he doesn’t know that he can withstand the storm of emotions bubbling up at the back of his throat.

He catches Hirano’s hand and spins him to face him, cups his face, and dives in head-first into the wave. It’s sink or swim, and so he clings to Hirano’s lips like a life vest. It all happens so quickly that he doesn’t think about the force with which his head dives in for the kiss. Was he too rough? He doesn’t know. All he knows is that Hirano’s thin lips taste like a cherry sports drink, and he smells like sweat and the fresh outdoors.

Kagi doesn’t know how long the kiss is. All he knows is that the ache hasn’t gone and won’t go away, but the intensity of the pain is nothing next to the thought of being without him.

[amplifierworshipservice]

idę na linoryt a tam profesor w tym samym band merchu co ja. ale jazda

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: Ramming Speed

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The idea of ramming space ships into each other as a form of combat maneuver was beyond many galactic military minds comprehension.

A single spacecraft, let alone a military grade class vessel, would cost up in the billions of credits. Entire galactic economies had nearly bankrupted themselves trying to maintain a fleet large enough to secure their borders, so in turn each military ship became an asset not to be squandered lightly.

Perhaps it was this conservative mindset that nearly shattered when these powers first looked upon the Terran ship codenamed “The Ram”.

Unlike other modern vessels the ships of this new classification lacked all weapon emplacements. No energy cannons, missile launchers, rail guns; it was entirely free of weapons. What it did have was excessive amounts of armor plating, several separate shield generators, and a pair of overly powerful engines that could reach max speed in roughly five minutes.

The first time it was observed in combat was during the Terran/Crux war. Both powers had sizable fleets at their disposal and for the first couple months the two powers played cat and mouse games between each other; each trying to find a more advantageous position to commit their forces. Much to the dismay of both powers the first large scale battle was triggered by mere chance than a tactical decision.

A Crux patrol stumbled upon a Terran patrol emerging from a dense nebula in the Viper System. Both patrols requested reinforcements. Nearby patrols were soon diverted to the engagement and within short order what was a small skirmish ballooned into a full scale battle.

There were no battle lines or frontlines as ships opened fire at near point blank range with each other. Even when higher rank Admirals arrived to take charge both sides were too embroiled in the slugfest to make any more nuanced tactical moves without exposing themselves to the enemy.

It was here that the Ram emerged and showed its prowess.

Crux warship crews were not trained on how to handle enemy vessels rushing towards them. What’s more several gun crews became panicked when they saw the Ram ships rushing headlong towards them without diverting course.

With the extra armor and shielding the Terran ships not only struck head on into Crux ships but emerged from the attack relatively unscathed. In most cases the prow of the Ram ships punched clean through the entire hull of the Crux warship and emerged through the other side.

The Crux fleet desperately tried to regain order and form battle lines but each time they did so the Ram ships would plunge head first into their formation and take out the command ship coordinating the effort.

As more and more Terran ships arrived and formed their own battle lines the tide of battle soon drastically changed. After thirteen hours of intense fighting the last of the Crux fleet withdrew from the battle leaving the Terrans the victors.

A full fifth of the Crux navy was lost during the battle with the Ram ships having personally claimed 45% of the kills.

While the war itself would continue for another two years, the Ram ships and their unorthodox tactics had earned them a modicum of respect from the wider galaxy, and a great measure of fear from the Crux.

[machazer]

Lullaby for our blank minds.

[slytherin-princess-x]

Cherry

Theodore nott x reader

@starrysky1212

The need to chew was a relentless tide, a constant undertow pulling at my focus. Pens were its first victims, meeting their demise between my teeth, their plastic casings scarred battlefields. Then came the inside of my cheeks, perpetually tender, a raw map of my anxieties. Theo, bless his perceptive soul, had diagnosed it simply: oral fixation. He’d seen the hungry glint in my eyes at the sight of a Fizzing Whizbee, the subconscious twitch of my fingers towards a packet of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans.

Today, the tide was held back, momentarily subdued by a cherry lollipop, a recent acquisition from a Hogsmeade pilgrimage. I was sprawled across Theo’s bed, a chaotic nebula of limbs and textbooks, only half-listening as he droned on about the esoteric properties of powdered salamander scales. The lollipop was my anchor, its sugary sweetness a vibrant world swirling on my tongue. The flavor was a sharp, almost aggressive tang, a perfect, sticky distraction from the anxieties nipping at my heels.

Little did I know, I was the distraction. Unbeknownst to me, Theo's lecture on salamander scales had begun to stutter and stall, punctuated by agonizing pauses. His normally sharp, grey eyes kept darting towards me, abandoning the weighty tome resting on his lap. I was too absorbed in the satisfyingly smooth texture of the lollipop against my teeth, the subtle pop it made as I shifted it in my mouth, a small, private concert of sugary satisfaction.

Theo, however, was a man tethered. He watched the unconscious ballet of my lips, the delicate pursing as I navigated the candy, the occasional, fleeting glimpse of my tongue as it flicked out to snag a rogue droplet of crimson juice. He was captivated, utterly consumed by the innocent, almost childlike way I savored the simple treat. He found it unbearably, exquisitely alluring. It was a glimpse behind the carefully constructed facade of witty banter and sarcastic retorts, a peek into a vulnerable, unguarded space.

Finally, feeling the sweet hunger momentarily sated, I sat up, the lollipop a crimson beacon in my hand. "Want a lick?" I asked, completely oblivious to the tempest brewing within him. "It's really good. Like, actually cherry, not that fake flavoring."

The air in the room seemed to thicken, becoming heavy and charged, like the moments before a summer storm. Theo’s eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were now dark pools, swirling with an intensity I couldn't decipher. He swallowed hard, the motion visible in his throat, his gaze fixed on the cherry-stained lollipop offered to him like a forbidden fruit. He hesitated, a silent battle raging within him. Then, slowly, deliberately, he reached out.

But not for the candy.

His fingers brushed against mine, sending a jolt of unexpected electricity through my system. He gently closed his hand around my wrist, his touch surprisingly firm, his skin warm against mine. He eased the lollipop from my grasp, the small transaction feeling charged with unspoken meaning. He carefully placed it on the nightstand, the sound of plastic against wood echoing in the suddenly silent room.

Then, he leaned in. The air crackled with anticipation. His breath, warm and slightly minty, ghosted across my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine. "Maybe something a little sweeter," he murmured, his voice a low, husky rumble that resonated deep within me. It was a voice I hadn't heard before, a voice laced with something I couldn’t quite name.

Before I could even process his words, before my brain could catch up with the subtle shift in atmosphere, his lips were on mine.

The kiss was tentative at first, a soft, exploratory brush, a cautious dipping of toes into uncharted waters. He tasted of Theo, of course – of parchment and ink, of subtle spices and the faint, lingering aroma of amaretto, which he occasionally sneaked from the house elves' kitchens. But underneath, a new layer emerged, a faint, lingering sweetness that bloomed on my tongue. Cherry. He was tasting the cherry that had been on my lips, the cherry that had, unwittingly, driven him to the edge of something… something thrilling and terrifying.

Then, as if a dam had broken, the tentative exploration gave way to a torrent of raw emotion. The kiss deepened, becoming urgent, demanding, a silent plea for connection. His hands, which had been hovering tentatively around my waist, now framed my face, cradling my cheeks, holding me captive in the intensity of his gaze, even with my eyes closed. He tilted my head back slightly, deepening the angle, granting himself better access.

His grip tightened, not painfully, but possessively, as if he were staking a claim. He tasted of desperation and desire, of vulnerability and strength, a heady combination that sent my senses reeling. He slid his tongue along my lower lip, coaxing it open, inviting me in. And I, without hesitation, yielded.

The kiss was a revelation, a sensory explosion that eclipsed everything else. A rush of unfamiliar sensations flooded through me, pushing aside the constant hum of my oral fixation, silencing the restless anxiety that usually gnawed at my edges. I forgot about the lollipop, about the gnawing need, about the salamander scales and the looming deadlines. I forgot about everything except the feel of his lips on mine, the electric spark of his touch, the intoxicating scent of him filling my lungs.

He tasted the cherry on my tongue, drawing the sweetness between us, a shared secret. I tasted him back, tentatively at first, then with a growing confidence, mirroring his intensity. The world narrowed, focused solely on the sensation of his lips moving against mine, the soft rasp of his stubble against my skin, the frantic beat of his heart echoing in his chest.

After what felt like an eternity, a lifetime compressed into a breathless moment, he pulled back slightly, his breathing ragged, his eyes dark and intense, pupils dilated and consuming the grey. His thumbs gently traced the curve of my lower lip, lingering on the soft, still-tingling flesh.

"Cherry suits you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, his gaze unwavering.

I was speechless, my mind a complete and utter blank. The lollipop sat forgotten on the nightstand, a silent, sticky witness to the unexpected, earth-shattering turn of events. I had offered him a simple taste of candy, and he had given me something far more intoxicating, a sweet, cherry-flavored kiss that left me breathless, disoriented, and desperately, irrevocably wanting more. The need to chew was gone, replaced by a far more potent craving, a longing for the feel of his lips on mine, the heat of his gaze, the intoxicating taste of Theo.

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