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The Great Carina Nebula : A jewel of the southern sky, the Great Carina Nebula, also known as NGC 3372, spans over 300 light-years, one of our galaxys largest star forming regions. Like the smaller, more northerly Great Orion Nebula, the Carina Nebula is easily visible to the unaided eye, though at a distance of 7,500 light-years it is some 5 times farther away. This gorgeous telescopic close-up reveals remarkable details of the regions central glowing filaments of interstellar gas and obscuring cosmic dust clouds. The field of view is over 50 light-years across. The Carina Nebula is home to young, extremely massive stars, including the stars of open cluster Trumpler 14 . While Eta Carinae itself maybe on the verge of a supernova explosion, X-ray images indicate that the Great Carina Nebula has been a veritable supernova factory. via NASA

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Here’s information about sexual/romantic orientations and gender identities that I put together! I..I don’t do graphic design, so this isn’t that great. Also, I’m very sorry if I missed your orientation or identity or got some information wrong. Sources: (1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(6) Flags: (1) Top photo: (1)

No Grave to Visit

It’s the boy’s first Father’s Day without their Father around.

John point blank refuses to come down from Five. He locks his jaw, grits his teeth and forces himself to stay, stationary and floating, his muscles tense and trembling without his consent, at his station. He’s going to be ready in case a rescue call comes in, in case he’s needed. It’s what their Father would have wanted John, tired and trembling, tells himself. International Rescue is Jeff’s organization and today of all days John is not going to let him down.

Later though, his resolve slowly crumbles. It cracks away, peeling like flaky paint, and it leaves John feeling very small; a tiny dot adrift in the nothingness of space, and he starts to wonder if he should have perhaps named a star for his Father by now, like he had for his Mother, when she…

John ends up curled on his own in his room in the gravity ring, pushed against his headboard and blocking out both EOS’ and his brother’s calls. He’s got his space-print duvet over his head and his hands pressed to his ears and he’s shaking in the silence when all he needs is his Dad’s hand on his shoulder and the sharp spice of whisky and cinnamon and cigarette smoke breathed into his hair.

John doesn’t look at the protocols, running permanent searches for Jefferson Tracy, at all. He can’t bring himself to look at empty results today.

Scott passively straight up ignores the significance of the date. Everything is quiet and tense and Scott doesn’t mention anything at all. He tries his best to go on like it’s just another day, but beneath his awkward, forced routine, he just knows. It’s just there and raw and an empty space at their table.

He calls John six times and gets irrationally angry when his brother doesn’t pick up. As the day wears on, Scott gets increasingly and increasingly more edgy and irritated and he finally snaps at Virgil and Gordon, who are easy targets because they were just there, shouting that the whole day is stupid and that they shouldn’t be grieving him, because Jefferson Tracy is not dead. He can’t be dead. Scott’s brothers understand though, and Virgil just silently loops his fingers around Scott’s wrist, guiding him to the sofa and pushing his head down between his knees, talking their eldest through breaths.

Virgil has still got the gift that he’d been planning to give his Father. Two’s Pilot has been prepared for months; he’d made it long before Jeff had even disappeared. It’s a watch. One Virgil made himself from scratch; all fine, elegant lines and some really beautiful engineering. He spent ages on it, and now it’s just sat wrapped up under his bed because Virgil has no one to give it to anymore. He takes it out and stares at it, trailing his fingers over silver, stylish wrapping paper and ribbon. Eventually, Virgil makes himself put the gift away, trying his best to be positive and to think that maybe he can just give it to Jeff next year.

Once they’ve found him.

Gordon is in the pool almost as soon as he wakes. He’s doing rapid, angry, frustrated lengths; refusing to come out for anything because that’s just how he deals with grief. He pushes it away and looses himself in the repetitive, constant motion of the waves and the water and his own body gliding professionally through it. But today each tumble turn just twists the knot ever tighter in his stomach. Today swimming does not help at all.

Gordon drags himself out of the pool, leaving a damp, splotchy trail of water all over the flagstones as he shakes his head like a dog before burying it in a towel. He dresses and lumbers up to the kitchen, slumping at the breakfast bar. His hair is still dripping wetly into the back of his shirt collar… which, in yet another attempt to distract himself, gives Gordon a great idea for a prank…

Little Alan doesn’t even realize what day it is. Until that is, his preordained mainland-led lesson plan gives him the arts and crafts guide on how to make a Father’s Day card. Glumly, Alan sneaks into Virgil’s craft supply and he numbly makes the card anyway; because his home school lessons had told him too. He stares at the card, the inside left blank, and ends up setting it on Jeff’s desk, next to the bunch of flowers that Grandma Tracy has put there and Alan just sits under it, like he’s a child again, and watches the way the light catches the red, sparkly glitter glue he’s splodged onto a crude picture he’d drawn of Thunderbird Three. Art has never really been his forte.

The evening wears on and Alan finds himself tense and bored and not even his computer games can take his mind off things, and so he gets up and, following the lesson guide again, he makes another card.

This one he gives to Scott. His big brother has fallen asleep on the sofa, worn out by his earlier ranting, and Alan snakes the thing, more glitter glue and plastic hearts and space ship stickers than actual card, under Scott’s fingers, where they rest limply on the couch cushion.

Inside he’s written a explanation that while Scott is not at all his Father, he’s been the next best thing while Jeff is gone, and that Alan wanted to show he understands everything that their big brother is doing for them, and that is so, so grateful and that he loves him very much.

A sleepy, half awake Scott finds Alan half an hour later and throws his arms around his baby brother and cries into his shoulder.

In the evening, with no grave to visit, the four Earthbound Tracy boys end up cuddled together on the sofa, a movie playing away in the background, and their bodies heaped together as one big Tracy puppy pile. They hear nothing at all from John in space.

I wrote this last night to emote properly. In honour of Anyon Yelchin… You will be deeply missed. Thank you for everything.

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James T Kirk paced the bridge as he awaited a sign from Bones. Each minute he waited seem to not only heighten his anxiety, but it made everyone on the bridge antsy.

Pavel Checkov had been involved in a explosion during an away mission, and no one dared to think the worst… until Kirk’s com-badge beeped.

“Sickbay to bridge…” McCoy’s voice was tired. That much was obvious. “I couldn’t save him… Th-the kids gone…”

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We’re just like everyone else.

STOP KILLING US

Azarath Metrion Zinthos…

Australian comedian Jim Jefferies points out the ridiculousness of American pro-gun arguments. x x

*at the time of this performance, the Port Arthur massacre that resulted in 35 killed and 23 wounded was the worst mass shooting in history.

“Beam me up, Scotty” was never actually said in any of the episodes. The closest they ever got was “Scotty, beam us up.” in "The Gamesters of Triskelion" and "The Savage Curtain" episodes.

Beam me up Scotty!

“Don’t let Johnny hear you say that.” Scott advises mischievously. “It makes him pull a special kind of face when his favorite shows get misquoted.”

“Live long and proper, anon.”

A Positive Impact

A person who’s had a positive impact on my life is my mama, Denise. I know it may seem like I’m saying it because she gave birth to me, but I’m not.

She’s been with me all my life (obviously), but she has been with me through everything I’ve been through; including self-harm, depression, suicidal thoughts, anxiety, panic attacks, mild agoraphobia and many other things.

She got me out of an abusive household, and has been supporting me in all my pursuits; no matter how stupid they are.

My mama is a single parent, and we don’t have a lot of money (due to me not being medically fit to work, and my father not paying anything towards me) but she doesn’t push me into doing things I’m not ready to do.

She puts my heath and happiness above her own, and she excepts me for who I am.

This is why she has a positive impact on my life.

This is my first published fan fiction, for any who are interested in reading it. It may cause triggers in people, but warnings are in there.

It was updated today.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11922787/1/So-Long-and-Goodnight

reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

The Witch Head Nebula

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Rory’s Wish To Walk

If any of you can, it would be AMAZING of you to. The bands are only 10 euro, and it’s for an amazing cause. The story is in the link.

I bought my band a couple days ago. 

http://www.rorygallagherswishtowalk.com

“This is all your fault Scott, first you get me arrested and now Penelope’s gonna be pissed at me!”

NASAs Solar Dynamics Observatory captured this image of a significant solar flare as seen in the bright flash on the right on Dec. 19, 2014. The image shows a subset of extreme ultraviolet light that highlights the extremely hot material in flares

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Handy guide to writing asexual characters:

1. Have them have friends! The lonely asexual story is getting really old.

2. Introverted asexuals are cool, but why not have extroverted asexuals?

3. Asexual and Aromantic are not the same thing. Try giving your character a sexless romance.

4. Or have them have sex, that’s cool too! Remember. Asexuality is the lack of sexual attraction, and does not mean the character is opposed to sex.

5. Asexuality varies. If you want your character to be a victim of sexual assault that’s fine, but don’t make this true about every asexual character. Some people don’t want sex and it has nothing to do with past sexual experiences.

6. No more sociopathic asexuals, okay?

7. Don’t paint your asexual character to be the essence of innocence. You can have your asexual swear. They can be rude, like to dance dirty, have crude humour, literally! Anything! Any! Other! Character! Can! Be!

8. Your ace character can be sex repulsed, but do not have that be the defining characteristic of your character. Give them personality.

9. Do not write an ace character just to have your protagonist *suffer* because they love them, but won’t satisfy them sexually. That’s gross.

10. If your whole point of having an asexual character is to have them meet “the one” and “cure” them of Asexuality, DO NOT WRITE AN ASEXUAL CHARACTER.

Welp 

Constellations.

The Perseus Cluster, 240 million light-years away, which plays a B, 57 octaves below middle C. Two days ago, it was announced that a mysterious X-ray signal emanating from the galactic cluster could be a sign of a dark matter candidate, a sterile neutrino.

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To any suicidal followers I may have: This is a sign to not kill yourself. You are loved and the world is special because you are in it. Keep holding on.

Reblog this when it’s on your dash. You will save someone’s life.

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Gather round children, whilst I tell you a little story.

So I was watching Fullmetal Alchemist with my roommate, when I got thirsty and decided what the hell, Ima get myself a Coke. So I went down to the vending machine on our floor and swiped my card and pressed the button to vend the Coke. Well, TWO cokes popped out.

Weird right?

I looked around, wondering if I was on one of those punk’d shows, and grabbed both bottles. Suddenly, a loud thrumming came from the machine, and lo and behold, 6 MORE COKES CAME OUT.

After checking my debit card statement, I found that I was only charged for ONE coke. Feeling giddy but slightly guilty, I nabbed all 8 bottles of coke and went back to my room. After telling my roommate what happened, she decided to go back to the coke machine with me and see if only the Cokes are affected.

She bought two Sprites, and what the fuck do ya know, she got those damn Sprites, AS WELL AS 11 FREE COKES. 

This of course jammed the machine, and before I knew it, I was on my knees with my arm up the Coke machine, practically birthing these little fuckers. I even read off their names on their bottles as I handed them to my roommate. We also found a random Cherry Coke had popped out as well.

Behold our finished family. 19 cokes, 2 Sprites, and a Cherry Coke, all the result of a very overworked and confused Coke machine.

Caerbinesi; So they sing of the song, the song of our legends: 

The Reign of the Four Never Five:

Blue and gold, the brave and the bold.  Five of four, speaks the brothers of old. Broken and lost, death for recovery. Never complete, the blood of reverie.

This is one of my idea, but I haven’t got round to writing it and don’t know if I will.

I called it Silent and my idea was that John doesn’t talk or is deaf, but I guess it could be used for any character or have any other name.

Hope this helps.

Has anyone got any ideas or suggestions for a short story? I need to submit a proposal tomorrow for my assessment piece which involves me writing a maximum of 750 words in a story telling form. I’ve been too busy revising for my first exam to be able to spend some time thinking about it and now that my first exam is over I’m stuck for ideas! I’d love to write some TAG fanfiction but I think it’s got to be something original :P

Reblog if you support romantic same sex relationship themes and gay characters in childrens entertainment!

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