#Messier 27

[quiltofstars]

The Dumbbell Nebula, M27 // Michael

[the-maddest-robot]

Picture of M27, the Dumbbell nebula (aka the Apple Core Nebula), I took at the end of last month. This is a planetary nebula, it's the result of a star similar to our sun, that had turned into a red giant at the end of its life, ejecting its outer layer of gas and plasma into space. A planetary nebula is probably a relatively ''short'' phenomena, lasting around 10 000 years. Once the central star has ejected most of its hydrogen/helium and that the nuclear fusion in it has stopped, the nebula will start to cool down and disappear while the star turns into a white dwarf. Planetary nebula have an important role in redistributing some of the matter from dead/dying stars in the interstellar medium.

I personally think that photo is good, but some of the more faint external structures are barely visible, might take another picture of it and/or more photos to stack later in the month.

[losst-stars]

[cosmicfocus]

Dumbbell Nebula

M27 in Vulpecula NGC 6853 Also known as the Apple Core Nebula In about five billion years, our Sun will run out of hydrogen fuel and begin burning helium. Swelling up to become a red giant, its surface will reach out as far as the Earth’s orbit. A further billion years will elapse before it runs out of helium and eject its outer layers of gas. These layers will expand outwards, forming what…

[brightestofcentaurus]

The Dumbbell Nebula

"The Dumbbell nebula, also known as Messier 27, pumps out infrared light in this image from NASA Spitzer Space Telescope. Planetary nebulae are now known to be the remains of stars that once looked a lot like our sun."

Image and information from NASA

[llycaons]

we already know tgcf is a fantastic and unrealistic romance but I love this scene bc it's so blatant about it hc is like 'hmmm nope! if you idealize the RIGHT person you're fine! living entirely for someone else is totally great!' and then he's vindicated by the narrative so yes DO idealize your romantic partner they CAN do no wrong you SHOULD literally worship them you WILL have a perfect happy ending l m a o

[rabbitcruiser]

Mark Messier’s #11 jersey was retired by the Edmonton Oilers on February 27, 2007.  

[the-wolf-and-moon]

Within Messier 27

[innerthighfest]

Final Stretch

The quiet hum of the fridge was all that filled the air. The blinds weren't drawn fully, letting soft sunlight filter in through the cracks, casting a warm glow over the room. It was peaceful, almost too peaceful. At 27, He never expected to find himself at this stage of his life; Yet here he was, living alone and 9 months pregnant—a round, swollen reminder of the life he was about to welcome into the world.

He sat on the edge of his bed for a moment, just staring at the floor, feeling the weight of his stomach pushing him forward. He rubbed his belly. The baby, as if responding to his touch, kicked—soft but insistent. The movement startled him, making his heart race so early in the morning. The baby had been kicking more frequently lately, more forcefully now. It was running out of room.

He exhaled, trying to push the discomfort aside. The ache in his lower back and the pressure in his pelvis were constant. But today, for some reason, it felt worse. Everything felt more difficult. The simple act of getting out of bed now took more effort than it used to.

With a grunt, he slowly pushed himself to his feet. His legs trembled, and he had to grab the edge of the bed to steady himself. Every step felt like an uphill battle. His body, stretched to its limits and protested with each movement. He proceeded forward, the weight of his belly causing him to lean slightly backward to counteract the weight, his back aching with each awkward step.

The bathroom seemed miles away. He shuffled toward it, holding his stomach as if it might collapse under its own weight. His belly, impossibly round, swayed with every movement, and his hips were sore. It had become a task in itself to walk from one room to the next with no support.

He made it to the bathroom. His reflection stared back at him: His shirt clung to his skin, tight over the curve of his abdomen. It was strange to look at himself like this—so different from who he had been just months ago. His face was a bit flushed, and his hair a little messier than usual.

His breath caught as he felt another sharp kick. He winced, his hand automatically pressing against his belly. The baby moved again, more persistently this time, as if reminding him it was there. He let out a small chuckle to himself, the sensation comforting, but also a little overwhelming. "Hsss, easy now,” he muttered, rubbing his belly in soothing circles.

His bathroom routine had become increasingly difficult. Even brushing his teeth now required him to lean against the counter for balance. His swollen belly rested atop the sink's ledge, providing relief for his back.

When he was done, he turned slowly, his feet sore from the minimal walking he’d done so far. He made his way to the kitchen, each step slow and deliberate. It was hard to ignore the weight pressing down on him, making everything seem like such a monumental task. Reaching up to grab a cereal bowl felt like a stretch—his whole midsection pushed forward, the skin taut as he reached higher.

As he poured cereal into the bowl, the baby kicked again, stronger this time, and He stumbled back, one hand instinctively going to his belly. He breathed through it, trying to focus on the sensation instead of the discomfort it caused, but it was hard to concentrate. He had so much on his mind, and the baby’s movements only seemed to distract him more. He rested his hands on the countertop, trying to compose himself.

Every time the baby moved it sent a wave of emotion through him. Excitement, fear, hope, all mixed together. He couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel when the baby was finally in his arms, when he wasn’t carrying this incredible weight all in his heavily pregnant belly. But for now, it was a constant, like a ticking clock—reminding him with every shift and nudge that it wouldn’t be long before the baby arrived.

After breakfast, He slowly made his way to his desk. The chair loomed in front of him, and the thought of sitting down was relieving. His belly felt in the way, the roundness of it pressing against the edge of the desk as he tried to adjust himself. He had to tilt slightly to the side to avoid having his stomach pressed up against the hard surface.

He pulled his chair forward, his belly wedged firmly between his legs and the desk. His legs felt stiff, and he had to readjust several times before he was comfortable. It was nearly impossible to maintain good posture. The curve of his belly made it hard to find a comfortable position. His back ached, and the pressure on his abdomen didn’t help. Every time he shifted, it felt like the baby was going to kick him out of his chair.

He groaned softly as he tried to focus on the documents in front of him, but it was difficult. Every few minutes, the baby moved again, making it hard to concentrate. He placed both hands on his belly, rubbing it absentmindedly, hoping the baby would settle down. But each time, there was a strong nudge and a tightening of his skin. He sighed and leaned back in the chair, closing his eyes for a moment.

It wasn’t just the baby’s movements that distracted him—it was the overwhelming physical toll of being this pregnant. The discomfort, the constant awareness of his own body, the soreness in his joints—it was exhausting. His big baby belly felt hot to the touch.

He continued to rub his belly, feeling the baby shift inside. It was a reminder that no matter how hard today was, it would soon be over. The thought brought some comfort, even if the physical strain felt impossible to push past.

For now, though, He had to keep going. One step at a time, he had to keep going to support his baby. Even if he felt like he couldn’t do it anymore. He would. Because the baby was coming and his life would change forever.

But for today it was enough to sit back and let his hands rest on his belly, awaiting the next kick.

[apod]

2024 October 5

M27: Not a Comet Image Credit & Copyright: Francesco Sferlazza, Franco Sgueglia

Explanation: While hunting for comets in the skies above 18th century France, astronomer Charles Messier diligently kept a list of the things encountered during his telescopic expeditions that were definitely not comets. This is number 27 on his now famous not-a-comet list. In fact, 21st century astronomers would identify it as a planetary nebula, but it's not a planet either, even though it may appear round and planet-like in a small telescope. Messier 27 (M27) is an excellent example of a gaseous emission nebula created as a sun-like star runs out of nuclear fuel in its core. The nebula forms as the star's outer layers are expelled into space, with a visible glow generated by atoms excited by the dying star's intense but invisible ultraviolet light. Known by the popular name of the Dumbbell Nebula, the beautifully symmetric interstellar gas cloud is over 2.5 light-years across and about 1,200 light-years away in the constellation Vulpecula. This impressive color image highlights details within the well-studied central region and fainter, seldom imaged features in the nebula's outer halo.

∞ Source: apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap241005.html

[ub4q]

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The Dumbbell Nebula, M27 // Christopher Stobie

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i can't stand it anymore i have to let myself speak abt how much the physical difference between 2r leon and 4r leon (and other leons) hurts me . i have to

this is extremely incoherent rambling but i hope it makes some sense, i'll also probably talk a bit abt his character in general

leon's eyes in 2r are so bright and full of life despite everything. he's still optimistic. he looks healthy, he doesn't look tired, his hair's rather neat and tidy.

and then six years pass after raccoon city, and leon's just exhausted. he looks exhausted. he has bags under his eyes, his eyes seem noticeably duller. they're especially dull in og re4, they look more greyish blue than his usual blue.. but leon's put on all this muscle in 4r especially because he had to essentially, his hair's messier. he's still not quite a mess but he's like. almost slowly getting there.

but seeing pictures of 2r and 4r leon next to each other kills me so much just bc of the fact that 4r leon is just.. so tired looking. he's been through so much shit in 6 years, and then he has to deal with all the shit that happens during 4r.

i do want to cherry pick when he gets injected with the plagas and also when he gets stung by the mosquito thing in death island because oh my god!!! it hurts me so bad!!!!

in death island, as soon as leon feels that sting, he almost immediately panics.

i mentioned it in the tags of my recent leon art but di leon is genuinely more playful seeming, his eyes are brighter, he's put on muscle again. he's healthy.

but as soon as that sting happens, its like hes 27 again. the sting happens on the same side of his neck as the plagas injection, and he's 27 again. he's that exhausted, not quite as bright eyed and bushy tailed 27 year old again.

i kind of got sidetracked considering this is supposed to be about the evolution of his physical appearance but when i think abt 4r leon i can't help but make the death island connection so consider it a bonus.

i'll get back on track but still on the topic of death island but now i'll compare di leon and vendetta leon and probably just talk abt vendetta leon for a bit.

vendetta leon is probably honestly the most exhausted leon's ever looked. while he's still a little silly, it doesn't feel quite as playful, if that makes sense? i feel like genuinely everyone can agree though when i say this is probably like. the peak of leon's depression. he's day drinking on his vacation, so his primary coping method seems to be alcohol. his eyes and the area surrounding his eyes looks darker, he's gotten leaner, he's a bit snippier, and he doesn't want to do this anymore. he's tired. he doesn't want to have to keep doing this anymore.

there is such a stark contrast between leon's appearance + attitude between vendetta and death island and while it makes me happy because he evidently has found some way to heal or a better way to cope, it also just makes me so viscerally sad. vendetta leon makes me so sad just bc of how he appears + how he acts at the end. the difference between him and di leon is night and day.

very quick warning for mentions of suicidal ideation in the next part, i'll try to keep it brief.

re6 leon is also just. extremely deeply sad to me. he also looks incredibly tired, and while he makes a lot of quips, he's not as playful as he usually is. there is a file from re6 where leon speaks about how he's thought numerous times about ending it, but only stayed because of claire and sherry. it's genuinely heart breaking, and not to kind of derail again, but it's kind of sad to me that he only found his anchor in staying alive bc of claire and sherry, and not necessarily for himself. leon very much focuses on others before he focuses on himself, and god that shit hurts!

i've kind of equated 6leon to being a sad wet cat bc of how wet his eyes look and honestly he just. is a sad wet cat. he's just sad. he's dealt with so much trauma that just keeps stacking up, he's gotten so visibly tired, and he just doesn't get to rest. i know it's somewhat of a joke that he wants a vacation or whatever, but like.

he really just deserves that vacation. he deserves time to relax. he deserves to be able to just not worry about things and other people as much for once. he deserves a nice breakfast, and he deserves to get better.

di leon does seem to have gotten better; much brighter and livelier. and that makes me happy. i wish he'd been able to be like this earlier, but i'm happy he's finally gotten there.

i'm happy that he's happy.

[senditcolton]

So Tragic and Rare

Feburary - March (pt. 2)

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keelyhalloran There are two sides to every story. This is mine. Without Me - single out 2/14.

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keeledover NEW MUSIC! Can't wait to hear it!

nickilass ON VALENTINES DAY!?!?!? I feel like she is about to say some things.

buttondutton that title? i can't get a vibe from it. sad? angry? happy?

alexisc I guess we'll find out soon!

evenkeeled Tweet Feb 14 this is the best shit ever!!!!

jensol_ Tweet Feb 14 not to be mean but... why? after that mutual Instagram about the break up - reply by ashleewalsh she deleted it!

gorgegabbi Tweet Feb 14 on repeat!!

tina_marsili Tweet Feb 16 seems a little stuck-up. saying that you made your ex famous? who in the relationship has awards? -reply by cassiemarshall yeah, golden globe winner Declan Conner and... her -reply to cassiemarshall from ab_leathers he just happened to be in the golden globe winning movie "Knockout" let's not pretend that's the same as an individual award - reply to ab_leathers from emmmmm plus Keely has been nominated plenty of times! it's crazy she hasn't won any critics awards! - reply from possepaige literally! like, girl, way to throw your ex under the bus

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FROM MUTE TO MESSY!! KEELY HALLORAN'S NEW SONG ATTACKS EX When the news broke of this dream relationships end, we were all shocked. Now, after listening to the brand-new track, "Without Me" by Keely Halloran, we are... confused. In her new song, which Halloran presented as her side of the story when she announced the release on Instagram, she takes shots at her ex-boyfriend, movie star Declan Connor, seemingly blaming him for the breakup and saying that she was responsible for his fame. But with talks of demons and thinly veiled accusations of cheating, people are left to wonder how much of it is true. If we look at Connor's Twitter account, we can see that he doesn't agree with "Keely's side of the story." Shortly after the single broke and quickly trended on social media, Connor went to his account to tell his side of the story, one where he was shocked that she would go out of her way to attack him after everything between them seemed to end amicably. It gets even messier when you realize that their previous mutual breakup statement has now been deleted from both of their accounts. While this story just got much juicier, us here at Daily Mail aren't taking sides at the moment. The only thing we have to say is... yikes.

decconone Tweet Feb. 19 y'all are just cowards to admit that Declan was right. he hasn't said anything bad about her and yet she releases this diss track. bitch move imho.

halloranhollerin Tweet Feb 20 Can someone tell me why it seems like every gossip mag is 100% against Keely but acts like they're not taking sides? Like, hello??? - reply by juleshamn seriously! just say it with your chest, Keely did #streamwithoutme

nclhmltn25 Tweet Feb 25 from pop princess to a snake #keelyskilledparty - reply by holden_38 🐍🐍🐍 let's trend this! #keelykilledparty

garretalvin Tweet Feb 27 Declan Connor they could never make me hate you #keelyskilledparty

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halloran1fan Tweet March 6 KEELY'S DELETED ALL HER INSTAGRAM POSTS!!! - reply from kellykiss her twitter and tiktok are empty too!

a/n: drama, drama, drama. what will Keely do next? guess you'll have to wait to find out!!

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[certified-bi]

Sam Brewer. Night Doorman/Guard

Perpetually not in the mood.

Her hair is way messier than shown(all love to Baydews and their picrew btw).

In my head the reason the doppelgangers go after the doorman instead of just killing everyone in the apartment first is because that office is basically a honeypot designed to catch them. As soon as blood is spilled in the office a sensor goes off and she's alerted and the office shuts off outside access. She then goes to every apartment to make sure all the residents are human after the D.D.D. arrive to take the doppelganger in.

I know in arcade mode the doppelgangers can answer the phone but this honestly doesn't make much sense to me. The main reason is how do they get a key? Most of the time the real version is also coming in or in their apartment. And given doppelgangers are well known I'd assume most residents would have some code to verify who their roommates are.

I also think bouncing off of this that the stair door is probably locked on all floors and the apartment keys only open the door on the floor the apartment that key goes to is on. The elevator would likely just have a door in front of it when you exit.

She is the only one in the building that has a weapon that can neutralize a doppelganger(Unless Afton is the same Afton as on that secret document but then again that wouldn't be official now would it). In this take you can't kill them with normal weapons and they usually don't stay down long.

She's gone through 27 day time guards in the past month and is over it.

Part of her shift is checking the exits for any signs of break in, taking exit forms from residents(which is how the day's list is made. Technically the forms can be turned in to the day guard after shift change but most are so new they dont know where to pick them up from), and other random duties that the day guards usually die before completing.

Took this job because it guaranteed she could move her sister out of the rural country and into a very secure boarding school. Her mother lives in apartment in a much safer area nearby to the school.

Saw a doppelganger kill her father and incapacitated said doppelganger while her mom watched frozen. This was not the last doppelganger she's taken out and they're the reason for her scars.

That's actually how she was seen and recruited by the D.D.D. Took the job as soon as she was 18.

Is aware and suspicious of Angus and Afton specifically. Once heard Afton speaking about his project and realized it didn't exactly sound like something a normal physicist would be doing. With Angus it's just because he's inherently suspicious. Really your job is business? No specification there? She of course keeps this all to herself. No reason to cause trouble when you can keep your head down.

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[nakachuchu]

──Kishibe! Throat fucking you

READER: female

INCLUDES: gagging, throat fucking, salvia, slobbery blowjob

WRITTEN: 12/27/2022

Kishibe loved the sight of you gagging on his cock, tears forming in your eyes as you went down on him.

You were determined, despite your gag reflex. Nothing could stop you from sucking on his cock like a lollipop.

He loved staring at you head on, urging you to look deep into his eyes with a knot in your eyebrows as you struggled to take him in your mouth.

Your nails dug into his thighs, creating crescents. He loved the mix of pain and pleasure, so it didn't bother him.

Your mouth was so full, you looked like a hamster hoarding food. His hand was placed on top of your head, moving your head.

He was wholeheartedly into a dominant, younger woman who would do whatever he demanded of them. At the same time, he liked a little brat in them, but not too much because then it was just exhausting.

The messier, the better. Droplets of saliva mixed with pre-cum pooled on the floor and your thighs. You could barely think.

He was throat fucking you, driving his hips back and forth. His cock was reaching to the back of your throat, and muffled noises would emit from you.

"Take it," he grunted. "Take it good."

You were wet to the brim, pussy aching to be filled with his fat cock, but you knew you had to be patient and let him have his way with your mouth.

You loved it though — sucking him off and letting him demolish your throat and leave bruises at the back of your throat.

There was nothing better than coming home from a long day of work to your lover’s bulge and sweet words of encouragement.

He killed Devils for a living, after all. He was making the world a safer place for you to live and thrive in. The least you could do was open your mouth and say “Ah.”