#messier 13

[quiltofstars]

The Great Hercules Cluster, M13 // Wolfgang Gehrling

[dame-de-pique]

Sternhaufen (Hercules), 1935-1945

[celestialdaily]

The celestial object of the day is M13 or Hercules globular cluster!

The Arecibo message targeted this cluster, conveying encoded details about humanity. Within it, "blue stragglers," massive old and blue stars resulting from collisions within the cluster, can be found.

[sonicziggy]

"Kevin" by Messier 13 https://ift.tt/cI2Ax4R

[valaquenta]

Messier 13 - 313

[johniac]

Attention-Worthy Links for November 27th, 2024

[rabbitcruiser]

Mighty Ducks won their 1st NHL game against Edmonton Oilers on October 13, 1993.

[messieral]

En la Piel

Yo, debajo con una canción que aún no es,tú, asomada al balcón de este viernes trece;compartimos la felicidad extraña del rocede dos mundos pendientes de encender… Y el cielo sabe demasiado bien que volversobre los pasos, algunas veces, sabe a perder;pero también que en ocasiones especialescualquier cosa que deseemos puede llegar a suceder. No tengo que recordarle a tu boca cuántas veces te…

[quiltofstars]

The Great Hercules Cluster, M13 // Lorand Fenyes

[colouredbyd]

♡ 1k celebration: rom-com coded !! ♡

thank you for 1k!! i’m so deeply grateful that these stories have found people who care. as a little celebration, i thought i’d bring together two of my favorite things: the marauders and a good old-fashioned rom-com <3

me before you ft. regulus black ✓

⤷ you take a job meant to be temporary—keeping company with regulus black, the closed-off heir tangled in a war he pretends not to care about. but behind sharp words and cold silences is a boy aching to be seen. and slowly, without meaning to, you become the one thing he didn’t plan for: hope.

🎞️ genre vibe: hurt/comfort · slow burn · wartime softness

♫: Can’t Help Falling In Love – Elvis Presely

pairing: regulus black x reader

format: long one-shot

how to lose a guy in 10 days ft. james potter

⤷ james potter was dared to make you fall for him in ten days. you were writing “how to lose a guy in ten days” and chose him as your test subject. he stayed smooth, you stayed catastrophically clingy—and yet, somehow, between sabotaged dates and enchanted love fern tragedies—you both started to fall for real.

🎞️ genre vibe: fake dating · mutual sabotage · crack-turned-soft

♫: You’re So Vain– Carly Simon

pairing: james potter x reader

format: one-shot

13 going on 30 ft. remus lupin

⤷ on your birthday, you wish to be older—to skip the awkwardness, and the feeling of never being enough. the next morning, you wake in the future: grown, successful, and surrounded by strangers. all that feels familiar is remus lupin—the boy you once pushed away, now somehow further than ever. the clock is ticking, and growing up isn’t everything you dreamed, not without him.

🎞️ genre vibe: time skip · second chances · friends to lovers

♫: Vienna- Billy Joel

pairing: remus lupin x reader

format: one-shot

10 things i hate about you ft. sirius black

⤷ sirius black was dared to date you—the one girl no one could charm, all sharp wit and rolled eyes. somewhere between the banter and the tension, something real sparked. but when you find out it started as a bet, everything unravels—because falling for him wasn’t part of your plan. and loving you? wasn’t part of his dare.

🎞️ genre vibe: enemies to lovers · secret bet · betrayal + yearning

♫: Can't Take My Eyes Off You- Frankie Valli

pairing: sirius black x reader

format: one-shot

mamma mia ft. jegulus

⤷ on the eve of your seaside engagement , you send letters to three boys from your past—only two arrive: james potter and regulus black. one was your sun, the other your moon, and both left scars. now, tangled in nostalgia and unfinished love, you’re left with one impossible question: who still holds your heart?

🎞️ genre vibe: second chances · summer love · seaside yearning

♫: Angeleyes – ABBA

pairing: james potter x reader x regulus black

format: one-shot

la la land ft. wolfstar

⤷ you fall for sirius black under stage lights and remus lupin between book pages—two artists chasing impossible dreams in a world that only applauds what it can profit from. love blooms in jazz bars and late-night kitchens, in stolen glances and almosts. but this isn’t a fairytale; it’s la la land, and sometimes, soulmates meet at the wrong time, with the right music playing.

🎞️ genre vibe: bittersweet romance · creative struggle · slow ache

♫: City of Stars– La La Land

pairing: sirius black x reader x remus lupin

format: one-shot

to all the boys i've loved before ft. the marauders

⤷ when your best friend accidentally sends out your old, unsent love letters, you think the world might actually end. but it doesn’t. instead, it turns into something even messier—because pretending not to care around james, sirius, and remus is suddenly impossible. what starts as damage control spirals into secret pacts, stolen glances, and maybe… falling in love for real.

🎞️ genre vibe: secret crushes · accidental chaos · pining

♫: Lovers – Anna Of The North

pairing: marauders x reader (poly)

format: one-shot or series opener

a/n: ahhh guys, here is the masterlist!!! ill be posting starting in 10 days <333 thank you so so so much for 1k, ive only been here for two months and i feel so loved 💌

[p0orbaby]

The Dog House

summary: leah misses date night, she tries to make it up to you

warnings: leah being leah i guess…

a/n: based off this request !

word count: 1.2k

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Leah’s been distracted lately. It’s not that you’re not important to her—you are—but there’s a lot going on. Training, media obligations, a sudden obsession with learning to bake sourdough bread for reasons you don’t quite understand. And her house is full of these massive jars of starter that she’s named things like “Gertrude” and “Stephen” and “Samantha.” Stephen’s the strongest one, apparently. Not that you care.

You’re trying to be supportive. Really, you are. But it’s getting weird.

So when you text her a gentle reminder about date night, you’re half-expecting a response that sounds like it’s written by one of those clunky bots—like, “Of course, darling! Can’t wait to see you tonight! ❤️❤️❤️” That’s what she’d usually do. Instead, you get nothing.

Hours pass. You start to get annoyed. Then you get anxious. Then you start wondering if maybe Leah’s planning some big surprise and that’s why she’s not responding. You imagine her secretly arranging a rooftop dinner with fairy lights and a string quartet, where she’ll confess she’s been so preoccupied because she’s actually writing a book about how incredible you are.

But then you come back to reality and grasp she probably just forgot.

By 7 PM, you’re pacing around the flat, wearing the outfit you picked out two days ago—a dress you specifically bought because Leah said you looked “so fucking sexy” in red, even though it’s so tight you can’t even breathe properly. Your makeup is perfect, your hair is styled, and you’re sitting on the couch, stewing in a potent cocktail of Chanel No. 5 and disappointment.

Finally, you text her again.

> Hey, you on your way?

Nothing.

Ten minutes later, still nothing.

By 8 PM, you’re starting to wonder what the protocol is for someone forgetting a date night. Do you call? Do you show up to their house with a “We need to talk” face? Do you… dump them? No, that’s too extreme, even though it would make a great story for your friends.

Finally, at 8:13, your phone buzzes.

> Shit. Be there in 20. Promise. Don’t hate me

You almost laugh, except you’re too irritated to find anything funny right now. Twenty minutes? Twenty minutes is nothing. She probably still smells like whatever alien protein shakes she drinks after training, which you pretend to like but secretly think taste like a mix of chalk and regret.

But you wait. Because you love her. Or because you’re a sucker. Or both.

Leah arrives at 8:42, disheveled and clearly not sorry enough. She’s holding a Tesco bag, which is never a good sign. Tesco bags mean last-minute attempts at forgiveness, and you don’t care how cute she looks in her sweats.

Okay, you care a little, but still.

“I’m so sorry,” she says as she bursts through the door, dropping the bag for life onto the floor like she’s just run a marathon. “I lost track of time”

You cross your arms and give her a look. The kind of look that says, Really?

“I know, I know,” she continues, talking at a speed that suggests she’s trying to cram a day’s worth of apologies into the next thirty seconds. “I’ve been so caught up with—”

“—Stephen?”

Leah blinks. “Stephen?”

“Your sourdough. Stephen”

“Oh. Right.” Leah runs a hand through her hair, which only makes it messier. “I might’ve forgotten to feed him, too”

“I’m sure he’s devastated,” you say, deadpan.

“I’m devastated,” Leah says, doing her best impression of someone who’s sincerely regretful. She takes a step closer, giving you that puppy-dog look that normally melts you but tonight just feels like she’s trying to disarm a bomb. “But I have a plan”

You raise an eyebrow. “A plan?”

“Yeah. A plan to make it up to you.” She’s bouncing on the balls of her feet like she’s about to reveal a new Tesla or something.

You stare at her, unimpressed. “Does it involve anything that’s not in that bag?”

She laughs, and you can’t help but soften a little. She’s got this laugh that makes you feel like everything is going to be okay, even when she’s screwed up royally.

“Come on,” she says, grabbing the bag and heading to the kitchen. “Trust me. You’ll love it”

You don’t follow her immediately. You want to see how this plays out before you commit to pretending everything is okay. So you stand there in the doorway, watching as she pulls out ingredients that don’t really go together.

“Leah, what exactly are you planning to do with pickles, chocolate syrup, and a single red onion?”

She grins at you like she’s just cracked the code to the universe. “It’s a surprise”

“I’m surprised you even made it here alive if that’s what you’ve been eating lately”

Leah’s grin doesn’t waver. She’s on a mission now, and there’s no stopping her. “Look, just sit down. I’ve got this”

You sit, but mostly because your feet hurt in the heels you’re wearing and the sofa is closer than the bedroom. Leah’s bustling around the kitchen, and you can’t tell if she’s actually cooking or just making noise to buy herself more time.

Minutes later, she emerges with a tray. The tray has candles on it, which is at least a step in the right direction. Then you see what she’s made.

Two plates of what can only be described as… nachos. But they’re not nachos. They’re a weird interpretation of nachos where the tortilla chips have been replaced with some kind of protein bar, the cheese is… okay, there’s no cheese, and the toppings are just random things she found in your fridge.

She sets the tray down in front of you with the pride of a five-star chef presenting their signature dish.

“Voilà!” she announces, beaming.

You stare at the concoction in front of you, then back at her. “Leah, what the hell is this?”

“It’s my way of saying sorry”

You look at her, then at the nachos again. “You could’ve just said ‘I’m sorry’ like a normal person”

“But this is better,” she insists, her enthusiasm unwavering. “It’s like, an experience”

“Yeah, I’m experiencing regret,” you say, eyeing the “nachos” with suspicion.

Leah laughs again, this time a little sheepishly. “Okay, so maybe the food’s not great. But it’s the thought that counts, right?”

“You’re seriously expecting me to eat this?” you ask, poking at one of the protein bars with your fork like it might bite back.

Leah’s face falls just a little, and suddenly, you realise that she’s actually trying. She’s terrible at this—so, so terrible—but she’s trying.

And that’s why you love her.

“Fine,” you say with a sigh. “But if I get food poisoning, you’re sleeping on the couch”

She grins, leaning in to kiss you on the cheek. “Deal”

You end up eating the nachos. They’re awful, but Leah’s so happy you’re eating them that you can’t help but smile. She’s sitting there, watching you like you’re the most fascinating thing in the world, and you can’t help but remember that this is her way of showing she cares.

After dinner, she pulls out a bottle of wine—an actual, normal bottle of wine—and the two of you sit on the sofa, talking and laughing until you’re both too tired to keep your eyes open.

She falls asleep first, her head on your shoulder, snoring softly. You’re still a little annoyed at her, but you know she’ll make it up to you in other ways. And tomorrow, you’ll probably laugh about this whole thing.

[blackbat05]

Great Saviour

Bob Reynolds x Librarian! Reader

Plot: It’s been a busy day at the office and just when you thought you’re about to make it through, Mother Nature decides to strike. Luckily, you seem to have someone looking out for you.

Genre: PG-13, Fluff

A/N: New character alert! Watched Thunderbolts* and I am so endeared by both Bob and Lewis Pullman! It’s been a while since I wrote a completely new character. I seem to also have been on a certain Library! Reader trope, fulfilling my fantasies. But also thanks to many of you who have been supporting my works and special shoutout to @randomnessfangirl for encouraging me to write more of these☺️

Today was a hectic day. On a scale of 1-10, you were probably operating on a “I won’t stop moving until the day is actually over”.

Not only did you have two reading sessions with the little ones, you had to conduct a session about AI and ethical use to the older kids (seriously, what were kids using in their classrooms these days?).

Then, when you thought you could have your lunch, your colleague begged if you could help with the library decorations because the actual person who was supposed to do it was nowhere to be found and the task had now fallen onto her. How could you say no?

The task was followed by shelving of the recently returned books and checking on that request for more money to get that new range of children’s encyclopedia (only to be disappointed again). You could only take a breather when you finally returned to your desk. That’s when your stomach started to feel funny.

It’s probably nothing.

Then, you see him. A man with brunette curls, dressed in a loose navy blue sweater and brown pants. He clutches a book with a striking cover and bold red words as the title. As you meet his eyes, you can’t help but to notice how they sparkle under the dim lights. Yet, there was something a little sorrowful about his gaze. The man is obviously embarrassed and he attempts to turn away to not much success.

Maybe it was the fact that you caught him in a children’s library? Apart from parents with young ones, many appeared to stay away from books that they deemed to be too childish or simple.

You put on your professionalism as a librarian, and walk out of from the comfort of your desk to assist him.

“Hello! Can I help you?”

The man is startled like a deer caught in headlights. He realizes that you’re addressing him and starts to form a response, though he struggles.

“Um…”

“Are you lost? I understand the library can be very confusing for first timers. Our library is very big and people always wander into the brightest section.”

“I- uh… there’s something on your skirt.”

You frown slightly before looking at where he was pointing only to be shocked at the bright red stain on your precious cream colored tiered skirt.

“Oh no…” You groaned. You shouldn’t have ignored how tired you were when you woke up for work this morning. How you had to dig deep to conduct those three sessions almost back-to-back. That feeling in your stomach! Ugh!

The man stands awkwardly beside you before removing his sweater and handing it to you. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to. I wasn’t following you. Well, I was but only because I saw that. I mean- now you think I’m weird.” He runs his fingers through his hair in exasperation, making his curls even messier.

If you weren’t in this situation right now, you would have hoped to prolong this conversation to other topics. You have seen him a couple of times in the library, always occupied with interesting picks.

That was all, you only wanted an intellectual conversation.

“I couldn’t.” You protest but the man gently puts his sweater in your hands.

“Please, I insist. Besides, it was getting warm.” He hesitates for a moment before seeking permission to tie his sweater around your waist. The close proximity making your knees falter. Satisfied with his handiwork, he turns to leave.

“Wait! How can I return this to you?”

***

After rolling around in your bed for almost the entire Saturday, fighting off nature’s worst gift, you’re out in the streets of New York, heading to a clear destination in mind.

You found out that his name’s Bob. He would come to the library every afternoon at exactly 3pm and leave before 7pm to head back to what was the New Avengers headquarters.

This piece of information made you very nervous as you entered the building to give your name…

***

“Hey Buck, come take a look at this.” John beckons Bucky over at the screen to find you nervously waiting at the lift lobby.

“Walker I hope you didn’t do anything stupid to scare her.”

John looks offended. “I didn’t do anything! She’s looking for Bob!”

“Bob?”

At his name, Bob pops out from his reading nook. “Someone’s looking for me?”

“Yeah, she says she has your sweater? What’s that all about huh?” John teases.

“So that’s why you didn’t have your sweater!” Yelena walks into the kitchen. “We were coming back from grocery shopping. I had to make a detour to get something and Bob waited for me at the library.” She explains to the rest.

With this newfound information, the rest of the Avengers swoop in on Bob, demanding to know more about his encounter with you.

“Alright, that’s enough.” Bucky admonishes. “He just helped someone in need. You did right?”

Bob shifts uneasily in his seat. “Um… well… I’ve actually been to the library before and I’ve seen her a few times…” He trails off, leaving the rest to fill the gaps by themselves. Yelena is the first to break into a smile.

“You like her.”

Bob nods meekly, picking at the scab behind his hand. He can’t put a finger to the feeling whenever he sees you at your element whenever he visits the library. He can’t forget how kind you were to that little girl who was waiting for the latest installment of her favorite book one time. Oh, and another time you were helping a little boy with his writing homework. Oh! And-

“Alright we get it already!” John groans much to Bob’s embarrassment at rattling away about you.

“I think it’s cute.” Ava says.

The light on the elevator blinks, signaling your arrival, leaving the team scrambling to act normal when you enter the premise awestruck at the sheer scale of the building. Bob has to remind himself to take a few deep breaths and not freak you out like he did at the library.

“Y/N!” He lifts a hand awkwardly, putting it down almost immediately.

“Bob!” You did a little wave yourself. “This place is amazing! So are your teammates of course.” You greeted everyone who gave you their little nods and hellos of acknowledgement. “Oh! This is your sweater before I forget. You really saved me that day.”

Bob tries to ignore Yelena’s raised eyebrows and John’s snickers.

“Nah, I didn’t do much.”

“Nonsense! Also,” You rummaged the contents inside the paper bag. “I figured you might have been looking for this series.”

Bob stares in awe at the battered copies of The Chronicles of Narnia, while you looked on beaming, unaware of the effect you had on him and how much it meant to him that you had went out of the way to get books that he deemed that he had longed outgrown.

“Thank you. This is great.” He grips the books tightly like a lifeline, anchoring himself to prepare for what he really wants to tell you.

“You’re great.”

If you were alarmed at his emotional reaction to receiving a simple gift of thanks, you didn’t show it. On the contrary, you were emotional yourself seeing the man’s great reverence to the books and his appreciation for your actions.

A strange fluttery feeling settles in your stomach, making you light headed at the man’s earnest declaration towards you.

“I have more of where those books came from.” You continued, feeling a little nervous yourself as to what you were about to suggest. “In fact, a new set of books are probably coming in tomorrow. Would you like to come to the library to take a look? I could save you the first copies.”

“Really?”

“Really.” You affirm. “We could swing by a Fish and Chips place for dinner? If you’re free?”

Before Bob utters a word, Yelena is by his side. “He would love too, he has nothing on for the entire evening tomorrow.”

“Yeah! I would love too!” Bob finally manages to find his voice.

“Cool! I’ll see you then. Have a great evening.” You bid Bob and the rest of the team goodbye.

As soon as the lift closes, the team scrambles towards Bob, with impish grins on their faces.

“So! We need a game plan people.”

“John stop being an ass!”

“Hey I’m just trying to help the man get some game!”

“He has more game than you!”

This was going to be a long evening. Bob sighs to himself.

Still, he couldn’t wait to see you tomorrow.

[time-slink]

a bunch of art i’m like mostly sure i haven’t shown before, and some thoughts on it under the cut vvv

recently i’ve been drawing both less (in general) and less (for any audience), and it’s given me a little bit of perspective; i’ve been posting my art online since i was ~10! and i’ve very carefully maintained all throughout my boundary between ‘art i draw for me’ and ‘art i post’, because i knew intellectually that All my art being seen by tens of thousands of people on twitter when i was 13 or so would lead to. complications.

—but i’m not sure i ever really though about the why, and it’s kinda hitting me now that it lead to me thinking most of my art just had too much of me in it to show to anybody? all the internet artists i’ve ever looked up to curate what they post too, of course, and i think that lodged itself in my brain as ‘there is something fundamentally messier about you, your creative progress, everything’ somewhere along the way (because i saw some of what other people drew and All of what i drew, it only made sense).

anyways, in the service of transparency, here is some art i drew (sometime in the past few years i’ve had this blog) for myself, or got frustrated with, or deemed too messy to show to people— because there are other artists following me, and maybe it can give you perspective too. with the acknowledgment that this doesnt even scratch the surface, and that i’ve drawn uglier things that you can imagine, not on purpose, and gotten incredibly frustrated with it all, just like i’m sure you all do

(im also posting these because i’ve gotten invested in other things and it feels like a little bit of a waste to not share the things i liked about being here— i’m honestly not sure if i’ll post art on this blog again? i’ve really enjoyed just scribbling and showing it to my dearest friends, a lot more than i think i’ve ever enjoyed posting to a wider but unknown audience)

[jujucomet]

Messier Bioshippingweek day 13

It must have felt so good to finally stand in front of a fire after thousands of years in the damp and dark as a Ta-Matoran.

[rabbitcruiser]

Mighty Ducks win their 1st NHL game against Edmonton Oilers on October 13, 1993.

[my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction]

L x Reader: The Billionaire and the Prostitute Chapter Guide

Synopsis - You're a prostitute, paid incredible sums by a small handful of wealthy clients. L is...L. Busy. Rich. In need of your services. And for ¥10,000,000 a session, you're happy to oblige him. But...what if things get messier? What if Love enters the scene?

Word count ~ 51k

Warnings/content tags - frequent smut, PinV, oral (giving and recieving), hand jobs, mostly vanilla, angst, slowburn, reader refuses to fall in love, L falls in love too quickly, sugar baby/daddy-esque relationship, drunk sex, L is a switch (slight sub lean), light bondage, alcohol usage, complex parental relationships, reader has mommy issues, L is bad at boundaries but is trying, family death

Last updated - June 18, 2025

chapter 0: the inspiring ficlet

Chapter 1: The Hook, the line, and the sinker

Chapter 2: do you think about him too?

Chapter 3: Euphonious

Chapter 4: Nails

Chapter 5: holiday

Chapter 6: comfort

Chapter 7: Worry

chapter 8: France

Chapter 9: gift-giving

Hiatus minis:

Mini 1- L's Daily notes

Mini 2- L's research

Mini 3- Reader's to-do

Chapter 10: company

Chapter 11: past

Chapter 12: Confession

Chapter 13: Boots

Chapter 14: Betoken

chapter 15: Rex

Chapter 16: Transaction

Chapter 17: Inebriation

chapter 18: Amnesia

Chapter 19: Bondage

Chapter 20: Funeral

Chapter 21: Ah-Choo!

Chapter 22: Soup

Chapter 23: Letter