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[nasa]

Welcome to the Far Side of the Moon

A crescent Earth sets behind the Moon.

On April 6, 2026, the Artemis II astronauts flew around the Moon, observing the far side – which we never see on Earth thanks to tidal locking – with their own eyes and with cameras.

See more of the Moon:

A crescent Earth setting behind the Moon’s horizon.

Earth setting behind the Moon as seen by the Artemis II crew. Over half the left side of the image is filled by the gray lunar surface, pocked with craters.

A close view of the Moon. Jagged circles of craters dot the gray surface, fading to dark on the left side of the image.

A close view of the edge of the Moon. Jagged circles of craters dot the dark gray lunar surface, which arcs across the image.

A close-up view of the Moon, filling most of the frame. Along the left side of the image, the terminator divides the illuminated and darkened sides of the Moon.

A close-up view of the Moon, filling most of the frame. Along the left side of the image, the terminator divides the illuminated and darkened sides of the Moon.

Earth just as it set behind the Moon, as seen by the Artemis II crew. The dark gray surface of the Moon, pocked with craters, arcs from the bottom left corner of the image to the top right.

Check out more photos from the lunar flyby, including astronaut selfies and the solar eclipse only they experienced.

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[natti-ice]

[miawasthere]

tumblr angels do not support ICE btw 🩷🪽

[savannahcore27]

[alltoowsll]

GOD BLESS AMERICA. AND HE NAMED EVERY SINGLE AMERICAN COUNTRY

[elainiisms]

female protagonists will literally go through 30 life altering traumas at the age of 16 and you ppl still have the audacity to call them annoying bc they cry about it and act like teenage girls

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[cup1dsdiary]

Jonathan bottoming out inside of you

warning/contents : sub!jonathan x afab!reader, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie

wc - 435

A/N - omg first post and first smut?? 😓 please feel free to give me any advice and feedback! people need to write more Jonathan smut

Jonathan’s hand wrapped around the base of his cock, slowly guiding the tip into your dripping entrance. His face contorts into a display of pleasure as he slides inside of you- furrowed brows, eyes screwed shut, and his mouth slightly open as he lets out a whimper.

“Holy - fuck!” he moans as your pussy invites him in further. the scarlet walls show no mercy as he settles inside you. his knuckles flash a colorless pigment while grasping onto the sheets - ecstasy submerging through his whole body especially through his dick.

Your warm velvet walls fit snug around him. His mind went foggy and overwhelmed with euphoria - brain murky with the feeling of your profound pussy.

his arms weaken from the fierce blissfulness provided by your sex. Abruptly, Jonathan slightly collapses on top of you - catching himself before the sheer weight of him smothers you.

he dips his head into your neck - his breath hot and hips rolling as he slowly starts to thrust deeply into you. loud whines along with numerous curses escape his mouth. “f-fuck baby you feel so good. squeezing me so nice,”

“shit jonathan! keep going” you moan , the astonishing sound almost making him cum right there. Jonathan’s breath hitched before he bites down on his bottom lip ferociously.

your nails dig into his back leaving crescent shaped indents. jonathan grunts and cruses under his breath - trying his best not to blow his load inside of you just yet.

you can tell he’s close, evident by the way his thrusts are getting sloppier and his breath gets heavier. “g-gonna cum , please lemme cum inside of you!”

“yes! m’so close” his hips leave inconsistent plunges - digging deeper inside of you. Jonathans breath sharp against your throat, one strong arm braced beside your head. his other hand is trembling where it clutches at the sheets - fingers digging into the soft fabric - struggling to hold himself together.

the familiar sensation coils in your deep-rooted stomach. each lunge bringing you both to the highs the two of you have been chasing.

Jonathan’s thrusts instantly get faster; following his pursue to empty himself inside of you. His breath; shallow. Heart; racing . One final ram sends him over the edge.

Whimpers and broken moans fall from his mouth as he throws his head back. “cum– 'm cum— cumming—!!”. His cock twitched as hot ropes of his seed coats the inside of your velvet walls.

Shortly after, your own orgasm hits hard. Legs shaking, eyes rolling back, chocked sobs leaving your mouth as you rode out your orgasm.

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[strangelure]

Stooop i wanna kiss over jonathans sleepy eyes. Love a man who looks like hes been crying for hours

yessss oh my god, look at himm!!!!!

jonathan byers x reader

you're kissing over his eyelids, whispering "hey sleepyhead you gotta wake up-" while he's probably still dreaming

he's blinking away the sleep, confused at his surroundings, eyes even more puffy than usual because he was knocked out cold

Jonathan almost resembles a new born kitten when he looks at you beneath his heavy eyelids

"hey" he smiles crookedly, the side of his face smushed against your pillow "whatimeisit?" he slurs his words together, voice raspy and broken all over

a crack in his whispered voice reminds you of the wrecked and needy way he was crying (no, literally) your name the night before

the memory alone makes your heart race and insides heat up, your hands itch to touch him again so early in the fucking morning

when you answer he's stirring awake more alarmed "oh shit, shit shit-" he says, fumbling limbs moving clumsily to get up from bed and look for his clothes that got discarded on the bedroom floor at some point

you have to bite back a smile at the state of him: sleepy eyes, messy hair, red bruises on his neck, so clearly and evidently fucked out

an amused hum escapes your mouth at the image of him walking in to work late and looking like that

"think this is funny huh?" he nods at you with sheepish smile, pushing a hand through his hair to try to tame the strands that keep falling on his face

"maybe" you tease, raising to your feet to help fix his mop of hair and the collar of his shirt

but then- his proximity and his smitten stare makes you dizzy, his stupidly cute and handsome face too much to handle, too hard to resist

you kiss at his eyelids again, only this time around your lips instinctively trail down towards his cheek and then his jaw without ever separating from his skin

"baby, c'mon..." he drawls, like he's protesting, but its not even nearly convincing with how his hands are going up your sweatshirt, grabbing anything and everything he gets his grip on

your mouth glides against his face until you catch his needy and defeated sigh with your lips

he might as well call in sick for work at this point

[minoricutie]

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[sticklystag]

love how robin just drags will around that’s her new favorite gay boy

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𝐇olland 𝐑oden as 𝐋𝐘𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍 in Teen Wolf.

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[scarltzwitch]

Well, it's been a long time since I was last here. How have you been? Should I continue writing what I had planned last time? What do you say?

[itsnesss-deactivated20250811]

hello! could you write a hwang junho x reader where he finds out that they were asked to join the games? like he discovers the card and freaks out over it? 🫡

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 | hwang jun-ho × fem!reader

summary | the request

warnings | fluff, emotional content, themes of concern and vulnerability, soft romantic moments, mentions of risk and danger

word count | 1.7 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

The sound of the television is a distant murmur as you get lost in your thoughts. The card weighs on you, but something inside you urges you to ignore the warnings. The desire to change, to escape the monotony of your life, is stronger than any doubt. The opportunity is there, within your reach, and you know you could take it. But what if something goes wrong? The doubt consumes you.

Suddenly, you hear a noise coming from the kitchen. You know it’s him, Jun-ho.

You wonder what he's doing around here, but you don't have time to think too much about it. You’ve barely noticed him until now, but there's something strange about his presence in the last few days. He watches you constantly, as if he's waiting for something to happen.

You hear his footsteps approaching, and when he enters the room, his gaze goes directly to the coffee table where, unknowingly, the card has been left visible. The tension in the air is palpable. You don’t dare move it; you don’t want him to ask, but he does.

"What is this?" he says, his voice so low you can barely hear it. His eyes fix on the card, but his hands stay at his sides, as if he’s avoiding touching it.

"Where did you get this from? Who gave it to you?" His voice hardens, but there's also a kind of desperation you hadn’t noticed before.

Your heart skips a beat. You know you’ve left it in plain sight by mistake, but you didn’t expect him to react like this. Something’s not right, and his gaze makes that clear. The way his jaw tightens and the worry in his eyes makes you hesitate for a moment. You question if you really know what you’re about to do.

"You don’t have to worry about it," you respond, trying to downplay it, but your voice trembles. You don’t even believe yourself. You’re trying to act strong, but you know deep down that something feels vulnerable.

"Yes, yes, I have to worry," he responds firmly, stepping a little closer. The anxiety in his expression is palpable, as if he’s about to explode. "This is not a game. You don’t know what’s behind that card. You’re getting into something you can’t control."

You, however, can’t let him influence you. There’s something inside you telling you that this is your chance, that you can’t let it slip away so easily. Life has been dragging you through the same routine, and this could be the change you’ve been needing. Why not try it? If you could escape all this, maybe you could finally feel free, maybe you could be something else, something different.

"I don’t understand why you care so much," you say with a forced smile, trying to brush off the situation. You don’t want him to see how affected you are by his gaze, by his concern. You need to have control, at least a little. "I’m not a child, I can take care of myself."

The silence between the two of you grows dense. He looks at you as if he’s trying to read what’s going on in your mind, but finally, he steps toward you and, with a deep sigh, takes your hands in his. His fingers, warm and firm, make you feel a small knot in your stomach. It’s strange how such a simple physical touch can make your thoughts dissolve, how suddenly you feel so vulnerable.

"I’m just asking for myself," he says softly, his voice much gentler now, but full of an emotion you can’t quite identify. His expression is laden with sincerity, something you’ve never seen from him before. "Don’t do it. Promise me. I don’t want you to go into that, I don’t want to lose you."

His eyes lock with yours, and in that moment, you feel something change in the air. It’s as if, for an instant, the rest of the world disappears, and it’s just you and him, in that small bubble of silence. His plea resonates in your mind, and for the first time, you wonder if you’re making the right decision. His concern is palpable, and for a moment, you question if maybe he knows something you don’t understand yet. It’s so hard to comprehend why he cares so much, why now it seems like the only right option is to follow his advice.

And the worst part is that, for the first time, you doubt your own desires.

"If you need money, I’ll help you," he adds with an unexpected softness, as if he’s willing to do anything to keep you from making that decision. As if it’s not just an attempt to stop you from entering the game, but a genuine desire to protect you, to offer you something better than that risk. "Just promise me. Please."

He says it with such tenderness that you almost crumble. His words, so sincere, pierce you like a knife, and for a moment, you forget about the card, the game, everything that had drawn you to that decision. It’s just him, his gaze, and that glimmer of hope that seems to want to reach you.

It’s strange how, in that instant, everything that had been noise and chaos in your head becomes quiet. You feel the weight of his plea in the air, the vulnerability of his confession, as if he’s offering you his trust without reservation. Why does he care so much about what you think? Why is he so desperate to save you?

You remain silent for a moment, looking into his eyes. You feel the weight of the card in your pocket, but now, in his presence, it doesn’t seem as tempting as it did before. The game, the opportunity, all seem insignificant compared to what you’re feeling now, as you look at him. It’s not just that he’s asking you to stay away from danger; it’s as if, in some way, he’s asking you to believe in him, to believe in something beyond what you want. And the worst part is that it’s becoming hard not to believe.

Without thinking, you step a little closer to him, almost as if it were a reflex, and before you can process it, he kisses you. It’s a soft kiss, full of an unexpected tenderness, as if he’s putting all his hope into that gesture, as if he’s asking you to understand him without words. The kiss is short, but it speaks volumes, and when he pulls away, your hearts beat together, intertwined in a connection you didn’t expect, but somehow, you understand. He’s reached you in a way you didn’t know you needed.

"Promise me," he says softly, as if he already knows he’s gotten to your heart, as if he’s already gotten what he wanted.

You remain silent for a moment, struggling with your own thoughts. The card is still there, close to you, but now, in his presence, you can’t ignore what really matters. His concern, his sweetness, his sincerity... all of that makes you question what you once desired with such fervor.

Finally, you take a deep breath, as if letting go of everything you’ve been holding inside. You look Jun-ho in the eyes, and with a sigh, you feel the weight on your chest lighten.

"I promise," you respond finally, your voice barely audible, but full of certainty. And for the first time in a long time, you feel that the most important decision you’ve made is the right one.

[catchastarorten]

—Morning and breakfast.

Pairing: Hwang Jun-ho x wife!fem!reader

Summary: a peaceful, comfortable morning in bed with Jun-ho led to the two of you making breakfast together, though breakfast was soon forgotten when he decided to focus on you instead.

Content: pure fluff, Jun-ho being needy and affectionate, cuddles, kisses/bits of making out, english isn't my first language, mistakes should be present, not proofread, sorry!

Word count: ~ 1.2k

The mornings with Jun-ho were always your favorite. The sunlight shining through the curtains, the soft rustle of bedsheets, and the weight of Jun-ho beside you made everything feel whole. Complete.

His breathing was slow and steady, his arms draped over your waist. Peace was a luxury he had only learned to embrace after he met you. After everything he had endured—the disappearance of his brother, the island, the betrayals—you cherished seeing him like this, unguarded and calm.

You stirred slightly, stretching a bit beneath the blanket. It was enough to rouse him.

Without opening his eyes, his grip on you tightened, and he let out a content hum. The sound was warm, and so was the feeling of his body close to yours.

“Morning,” you murmured, your voice heavy with sleep.

Jun-ho responded with a groggy noise. “Morning,” he mumbled.

Before you could roll away, he shifted downward until he was under the covers. He rested his head on your stomach, his lips brushing lazy kisses over your skin. His breath was warm, and you heard a soft groan from him, drawing a soft laugh out of you despite your drowsy state.

“Jun-ho,” you said, your voice still tinged with sleep. “What are you doing?”

His answer was muffled beneath the blanket, his lips ghosted over your stomach as he spoke. “Staying right here.”

“Come out,” your hand instinctively found his hair, fingers threading through the soft strands.

“No,” he said simply, a smile in his voice as he nuzzled closer. His hands rested on your sides, holding you gently, as though you might slip away if he didn’t. “I like it here. Warm. Safe.”

You sighed, but there was no real frustration to it. How could there be? You’d seen him at his lowest, drowning in uncertainty and grief, haunted by questions that had no answers. You’d been there through the nights when the weight of his memories felt too heavy. Those moments when you were there for him had chipped away at his walls, slowly revealing the man underneath—vulnerable and loving.

“Alright, fine,” you relented. “But don’t blame me if you suffocate down there.”

“I’ll take my chances,” he let out a soft muffled laugh, shifted slightly underneath the blanket.

You couldn’t see his face, but you could picture it perfectly—the way his eyes would crinkle at the corners, the smile that made your heart flutter.

“You’re impossible,” you said, though you made no move to push him away.

“I’ve been told that before,” he admitted, his voice softer now. “But you married me anyway.”

Eventually, he surfaced, his head popping out from beneath the blanket. His hair was a mess, his eyes still heavy with sleep, and yet he’d never seemed more at peace when he looked at you—like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

Your fingers brushed a stray piece of his hair back and he leaned in to press a kiss to your lips, slow and unhurried, as though he had all the time in the world. And maybe he did.

Later, the two of you were in the kitchen, making breakfast together. You stood by the counter, absentmindedly slicing fruit, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself at the sight of him walking over to the fridge, then the cabinets, wearing that faded t-shirt you loved seeing him in.

As Jun-ho turned to bring the plates over to the counter, he caught your eyes and paused. His expression shifted, a smile spreading across his lips as he took you in.

He set the plates down and padded over to you, then you felt his arms wrap around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder, the warmth that radiated from him, and the quiet hum of his happiness filling the space.

Just as you turned around to reach for a bowl, you felt his hands on your waist. With one smooth motion, he lifted you onto the counter. Your eyes widened in surprise, and before you could say a word, he stepped between your legs, fitting himself there like he belonged, his body against yours like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Jun-ho," you started, your voice carrying both exasperation and fondness, your hands instinctively resting on his shoulders to steady yourself.

You fell silent when his eyes held yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch, his head tilting slightly, and for a moment, it felt like the rest of the world had fallen away.

His hands rested gently on your thighs, fingers tracing lazy patterns over the fabric of your pajamas. You could feel his breath against your lips. He paused there, his smile deepening as his gaze lingered on your face.

“I was just thinking,” he murmured, his voice low with amusement. “Breakfast can wait.”

“Yeah?” you asked, raising an eyebrow,

“Mm-hmm,” he hummed.

Jun-ho tilted his head slightly, and he leaned in, brushing his nose against yours before angling his lips to meet yours.

It started soft and slow, his lips brushing over yours with an almost reverent tenderness. His hands slid up to rest on your hips, pulling you closer.

When he pulled back just enough to break the kiss, he let his lips trail along the curve of your jaw, then down to your neck, leaving sweet kisses along your skin. The sensation sent shivers down your spine.

“What are you doing?” you asked, though your voice had softened.

He didn’t stop, his lips pressing against the curve of your neck before he murmured against your skin. “Having breakfast.”

You smacked his shoulder lightly. “Alright, enough. Get off of me now.” you said half-heartedly.

He buried his face deeper into your neck, nuzzling into you like an overgrown puppy, letting out a noise of complaint as if your half-hearted smack had actually hurt.

You slipped your fingers under his chin, gently tilting his head up so he had no choice but to look at you. There was a softness in his eyes that made your heart ache in the best way.

“If you’re going to kiss me,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “Then you should do it right.”

You didn’t give Jun-ho a chance to respond. Closing the small distance between the two of you, you brought your lips to his in a kiss that made him melt against you. It was slow and deliberate, your fingers threading through his hair as you deepened the kiss, his hands went to rest on your waist as if he was anchoring himself to the moment.

Your fingers buried in his hair, tangling in the soft strands. When you gently tugged, his reaction was immediate. A soft sound escaped him, somewhere between a gasp and a groan, and you felt the shiver that ran through his body. It was such a raw, unguarded sound, and it made you smile. His lips faltered against yours for a fraction of a second, and then he responded with renewed fervor.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead resting against yours, his disheveled hair, his slightly kiss-swollen lips, and the faint blush on his face. His eyes searched yours with a vulnerability that made your heart warm.

“I love you,” he murmured.