astronomy fail

ginny and luna as girlfriends & fwb at hogwarts because i just can’t help myself:

  • luna goes to all ginny’s quidditch teams, lion hat on her head, and makes it roar so loud every time ginny scores a goal. ginny blows kisses & winks to luna before every match, it makes her feel lucky
  • luna’s in all sorts of fringe clubs and organizations too. ginny goes to all of luna’s matches/premieres/etc and cheers as enthusiastically for her gf at this little club as any student does for a quidditch match
  • ginny even makes a little ravenclaw hat for luna’s games, though ginny’s not great at art and she gets really frustrated when her projects go wrong. it’s smaller than the lion hat but it has wings that flap and the eagle noise is super realistic, and luna appreciates the effort so much (she cried when she first saw it). everyone else is very much like, “…..what the fuck?” but who cares
  • luna spends her holidays running around the world searching for mythical creatures, she invites her father and her girl. ginny surpresses her percy-like inclination to denounce it all, and throws herself determinedly into the adventure - they never find a snorkack or humdinger but they do discover a few old artifacts………..luna’s convinced they have Powers. ginny humors her.
  • ginny winning quidditch matches and throwing herself, windswept and sweating and exhilarated, into her gf’s arms in front of everybody
  • luna sometimes cheers against ravenclaw in gryffindor/ravenclaw matches. her housemates are used to how doe-eyed ginny makes her by now though.
  • luna gets ginny, stubborn and set in her ways as she is, to try all sorts of concoctions in the kitchen when ginny visits her on holiday. most of them are pretty good, to everyone’s surprise.
  • speaking of them on holiday: endless sunny days strolling the streets/fields around the burrow and the rook, soaking up the nature, telling each other stories - some true, some fabricated…..ginny enchants the flower petals caught in the wind to dance around them; luna threads daisies into both their braids.
  • meeting the family!!!! some of the weasleys are confused about luna, but they think shes sweet and funny and lovely. xenophilius thinks ginny’s hard-headed but brave, and he loves how she dotes on luna and looks at her with stars in her eyes.
  • ginny sneaks out of the tower most nights, she and luna take moonlit walks around the dark grounds, hand in hand, talking about the stars (it doesnt matter that ginny’s failing astronomy and most of luna’s mythology is made up)

credit to @ginnnyweasleys for coming up with these with me :))) iconic sport gay and art gay girlfriends for life!

Tried to take pictures of the eclipse...FAIL.

My camera showed a blob whenever I put the eclipse glasses over the lens and tried to take pictures. You get to glimpse it when I’m moving the glasses into position. After the picture failed, I just goofed around outside by being my dorky self. I almost stepped in raccoon poop barefoot XD!!!

Oh well. Happy Eclipse Day 2017 from SoCal. We got over 50% of sun coverage here.


So this is my pretty late introduction, since I have my Studyblr since the beginning of April.
My name is Natalia (but call me Ryu), I’m 16 years old and I live in Germany. I’m going to the ninth grade of a “Gymnasium” (I don’t know what the equivalent of it is in America), so I’ll be part of the #ClassOf2019 !
I don’t really have a direction I want to go yet, but I’m very interested in Astronomy (but my grades fail to show it…). But I like art alot and I can see myself in an artsy future! I also like Anime/Cartoons and Manga/Comics alot, as you can see by my icon. (My fandom/aesthetic blog is @ryudoki666​)

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Jupiter a "failed star"

   astronomy has developed a lot.scientists have studied almost all planets.they are trying to figure out the formation of the doing so the came to know that the formation of  jupiter, “the king of all planets” was a little bit different. jupiter’s  formation initially, likely to be a star but a very different manner than stars form.thus it was called a “failed star”.

formation of stars

  Stars form directly from the collapse of dense clouds of interstellar gas and dust. Because of rotation, these clouds form flattened disks that surround the central, growing stars. After the star has nearly reached its final mass, by accreting gas from the disk, the leftover matter in the disk is free to form planets.  

a different jupiter

Jupiter is generally believed to have formed in a two-step process. First, a vast swarm of ice and rock ‘planetesimals’ formed. These comet-sized bodies collided and accumulated into ever-larger planetary embryos. Once an embryo became about as massive as ten Earths, its self-gravity became strong enough to pull in gas directly from the disk. During this second step, the proto-Jupiter gained most of its present mass (a total of 318 times the mass of the Earth). Soon thereafter, the disk gas was removed by the intense early solar wind, before Saturn could grow to a similar size.          

brown dwarf      

 brown dwarfs may look like planets but they form like stars–that is, they collapse directly from a gas cloud, rather than building up in the disk around a star. Brown dwarfs lack sufficient mass to shine, so they might more fairly be described as “failed stars.“   

why jupiter?

                jupiter is formed  of same elements such as hydrogen,helium as of the sun,but it is not massive enough pressure and temperature to fuse hydrogens to form helium ,which is the power source of stars. 

binary star system

if jupiter had become a star,our solar system would have become a binary star system.a binary star system is those systems having two stars.they both revolve around themselves in their own is interesting to note that most of the solar systems in the universe are binary,triple or higher multiple star systems but our sun is rather is the sun which grabbed most of the mass during the formation of solar system.this made jupiter a failed star while in other systems the masses are more equitably distributed
thus its still mysterious, scientists are trying to fathom these mysterious details of the birth process.

source:scientific american

pc :nasa,wikipedia


odense  asked:

Please oh please if you have time, can you tell us the stories of playing Machiavelli and the girl in your math class?

I posted about playing Machiavelli yesterday, but I suppose I could expand on the girl in my math class :D It’s not much of a narrative, more of a reminiscence, however. But it’s kind of violent and strange and there’s blood involved so this one’s going under a cut.

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when we were young OR that time lily got stoned and the mauraders help her out

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unbetaed and slightly cracky (sorry)

“The trees are going to grow,” Remus points our reasonably as they head back up to the castle in the moonlight, “and that’ll change the entire geography of the forest.”

“So? We have the staircases on the map and they move all the time,” James responds.

“So what?” Sirius asks, “We’re going to charm every fucking tree in the forest so we can satisfy your freakish need for perfection? Not bloody likely, that’d take all of next year and I have plans.”

“Really? Like what? Failing astronomy? I know that takes up a lot of your free time.”

“I know for a fact that the only constellation you can find is Orion, and lets not forget the time you saw the moon and thought it was Venus, so if I were you I’d bugger off.”

“Erm, isn’t the whole point of the Forbidden Forest to wander around without a map?” Peter interjects, failing to catch the attention of James and Sirius,

“That’s blatantly false mate, and it was you who thought the moon was Venus.”

“It was not, you great moron. And I take offence to that, I’ll have you know that I’m the paragon of honesty.”

Remus snorts in the background and Sirius elbows him.

“Out of the long list of ludicrous statements that you have made in your young life Padfoot, that is perhaps the most ridiculous. And I’ll prove that you’re wrong, name a constellation and I’ll find it.”

“Alright then, Scorpius." 

”“Do you know where Scorpius is?” Peter asks.

“The point isn’t for me to be able to find it,” Sirius says crossly, “The point is that Potter can’t.”

“Well yes,” Peter replies, “but if you can’t find it how are you going to prove that he’s wrong?”

“I can find it,” Remus sighs, “And it’s not as though I don’t referee everything else.” He’s trying to sound put out as he says it, but there’s an amused fondness that he can’t disguise.

They walk in silence for approximately ten seconds before Sirius interjects,

“Have trouble there, Potter?”

“I’ve only been at it a second, Black, don’t get your knickers in a twist,” he replies. Or starts to at any rate, about halfway through he trips over something on the dark ground. 

James is not a particularly graceful bloke, and his fall is no exception. All three of his friends are laughing by the time his flailing body hits the ground.

Familiar green eyes blink owlishly at him, 

“Hiya,” Lily giggles, “what'cha doing’ on the ground?”

“I tripped,” James says slowly, bemused, “over you.”

“Oh,” Lily says and giggles again, ripping chunks of grass from the ground and tossing it in the air.

There is no way this is happening.

“I swear Prongs, you’ve got all the grace of a fucking flobberworm…” Sirius says, trailing off as he sees James isn’t alone.

Lily is giggling again, thoughtfully nibbling on a long strand of grass, James sits of quickly and gently tugs her hand away from her mouth.

Above them Sirius, Remus and Peter have all come to a stop,

“Is she-?” Peter starts.

“I think so,” Remus concurs, amusement thick in his tone.

“Completely stoned,”  James ascents.

“High as a fucking kite,” Sirius adds as not to be left out.

All four of the marauders start to laugh, and Lily joins in.

“Hiya,” she repeats to James, “How’re you?”

“I’m fantastic,” James replies readily, a grin still tugging at the corner of his mouth, “and yourself?”

But Lily never gets a chance to reply, as she attempts to bring the grass to her mouth again and James lunges forward to intercept her hand. He pries the strand from her limp fingers and tosses it to the side, keeping a light grasp on her wrist.

“We don’t eat grass, Evans,” he tells her. She nods enthusiastically and starts rubbing her cheek lightly against the bark of the tree she’s leaning on. James deems it harmless and lets her go at it.

It is Remus who voices the obvious, as he usually does.

“Well we can’t leave her here, can we?” He says.

“What I want to know,” Peter responds as Sirius continues to laugh in the background and James focuses on stopping Lily from licking the tree, “is what she’s doing out her on her own.

This is immediately recognized as an important line of inquiry and three pairs of eyes focus on Lily’s face, in turn she crosses her eyes in an attempt to see the object of their attention.

Sirius continues to howl.

"Evans,” James begins gently, but is interrupted as she proceeds to lean forward on her knees so that her face is directly in front of his. Her breath warms his lips as she breathes.

It is the closest James has ever been to her, and in the very few times he has allowed himself to picture this contact in the past he had always assumed she would smell like something sweet. In actual fact she smells like a spliff.

“Hiya,” She says, her face so close that their lips brush as she says is, “How’re you?”

“About the same as I was a minute ago,” James replies, pushing her back at her shoulders so that she sits on her legs less than a meter away.

“But I was wondering why you’re out here all alone.” Lily blinks at this.

“I’m not, or I wasn’t anyway,” she says, she sounds confused. She reaches forward and pets James’s hair thoughtfully, and James doesn’t have the heart to pull her hand away, though the action sends Sirius into another raucous bout of laughter.

“I came out with Sev,” she explains, and then frowns again,“your hair is spiky,” she tells James solemnly. 

James sighs, “you came out here with Sniv-Sev?” He prompts. Lily nods,

“I dunno how long ago,” she says, “a few minutes ago maybe.”

James very much doubts that, but now probably isn’t the time to get into an argument about the passage of time.

He shares a concerned look with Remus, who’s kneeled down behind him. 

By the time he looks back Lily’s gotten distracted again, with one hand she’s batting at some leaves that have fallen from the tree in the slight breeze. Her nose crinkled in concentration.

Her other hand still rests on James’s head.

“Evans?” He asks cautiously. Lily looks up at him, startled, a leaf caught in her hand.

“Oh,” she says, “Hiya, how’re you?”

James ignores the question this time. And Remus leans over James’s shoulder to inquire,

“Why isn’t Snape with you now?”

Lily lets the leaf fall from her hand, biting her lip slightly,

“His friends needed him for something, I don’t know what, but he said he had to go, and, and, um, and that I should wait a bit to go back up to the castle. I don’t think his friends like me very much.” And then to the horror of all four male adolescents in attendance, she burst into tears. 

“Don’t cry, Evans,” James pleads, wiping a tear from her cheek with his thumb desperately. Lily lunges at him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and stuffing her face into his neck. 

James sits in shock for a second, glancing nervously downward at the tumble of dark red hair that’s tickling his chin. For lack of anything else to do he pats her back hesitantly, with one hand before glancing up at his friends.

Remus’s face is hard and blank like it always is when he’s furious. Peter is scuffing the ground with his toe, eyes dark. And Sirius has finally stopped laughing.

“Let me get this straight,” he says, “He takes her out here, gets her high, and then abandons her the second his racist fuckwad friends show up, knowing full well that best case scenario she gets caught and has detention for the rest of the term, and worst she sees something shiny and drowns in the lake.”

“The bastard,” Peter says, while Remus’s knuckles go white and James’s jaw ticks.

There is a beat of heavy silence before Remus says,

“We’re going to have to bring her up to the castle.” There is unanimous ascent among the other three and James pulls Lily upright. She stays clinging to him, looking up from her position nestled in his shoulder to glance at him with wet eyes.

“Hiya,” she says with a giggle, distress forgotten, “How are you?”

“I’m doing all right, Evans,” James replies, “But we’re going to have to go up to the castle now, okay?”

Lily nods, but doesn’t move. James takes a small step forward, letting go of her.

She immediately starts to fall over. 

James catches her and swears lightly. Remus comes up beside them and places her arm over his shoulder as James does the same on her other side and like that they proceed forward. Lily starts laughing again.

“I’m dizzy,” she sing songs, “dizzy like a bumble-bee.”

“What?” Peter asks, bewildered.

“She’s high,” Sirius points out, “of course she doesn’t make any sense.”

“Right,” Peter agrees, “but, don’t you think this is slightly out of character, for Evans I mean?”

There is another beat of silence as they study the girl.

“Well,” Remus points out, “she does like the Beatles an awful lot.”

Lily starts singing ‘I am the Walrus’ to prove his point, or possibly because she really did think she was a walrus, it was hard to tell at that point.

They don’t run into any problems until they hit the doors of the castle (unless Lily and Sirius getting into an argument about whether Paul or Ringo was cuter counted as a problem), at which point they’re forced to cast a silencing charm on Lily because they can’t get her to stop talking about Paul McCartney’s eyebrows.

She keeps chattering away silently as he pulls the cloak over both of them, taking her full weight from Remus as they can’t fit three people under the cloak anymore.

“Hiya,” she mouths at him, and James stifles another laugh. Evans, he decides, should get stoned more often.

They run into more problems when they reach the common room, the Fat Lady waves them in tiredly, she pretends to be irritated but James knows she adores them (he thinks this is mostly because is gives her something to chat to Violet about when they visit the drunk monks).

But it quickly occurs to them that they have yet to find a way of the girl’s staircase.

“It’s criminal, really,” James comments, as the four of them stand uselessly at the bottom of the stairs. Lily, who at some point during their walk had started to crash clung uselessly to him, mumbling some nonsense about a police box wearily into his shoulder.

“Have we really not been up there yet?” Sirius asks, incredulously.

“You normally bring girls back to ours,” Peter points out.

“Right,” Sirius says, though he still seems confused.

“Not even once?”

James shakes his head, an identical expression on his face.

“But what about, whatserface? With the face rash?” Sirius asks.

“They were freckles,” Peter interjects.

James shakes his head “Ravenclaw, their common rooms are different.”

“Jane,” Remus sighs.

“What?” Sirius asks.

“Her name was Jane.” Sirius flaps his hand at him, annoyed.

“The one with the afro?”

James shakes his head again.

“Heather,” Remus supplies.

“How about the girl with piercing,” he makes a gesture as to the approximate location of the piercing, Peter’s eyes go wide.

But James only shakes his head,

“That was only that one time on the train.”

“Addie,” Remus, bursts, “Addie, her name was Addie, you slept with her a week later, how do you not know this?”

Sirius shrugs, “I’m bad with names.” He says, which might be true considering he still calls their fifth roommate Chris.

James pinches the bridge of his nose, Lily pats his cheek consolingly. James grabs her wrist and guides her arm back down to her side, so she pats Remus’s face consolingly instead.

James decides it’s easier just to keep a hold of her.

“Hiya,” she giggles, peering up at him.

“She won’t make it up on her own.” Peter points out.

“We’re just going to have to bring her up to ours,” Remus agrees, so with a sigh they cross the common room and head up the boy’s staircase. Lily trips twice in five steps and so James picks her up.

“I feel like a princess,” she whispers, “but I can’t be a princess because I’m a feminist.”

Remus blinks slowly, looking troubled.

“That really isn’t true,” he points out. Peter shoots him a look that suggests that now might not be the best time for debates on the merits of the monarchy’s role in gender equality.

Or at least that’s how Remus interprets it, really Peter is just telling him to shut up.

Lily grabs onto Remus’s arm,

“It’s not your fault you’re Cinderella,” she consoles. After a sharp elbow to the ribs Remus decides not to comment.

James lays her down on his bed once they reach their room, and takes off her shoes. He considers for a moment taking off her jeans as well, but to be honest she’s too high to really care if they’re comfortable or not and he can’t see her thanking him in the morning for it. So instead he tucks her in and responds that he’s doing just fine as she greets him and asks after his well-being again.

“Shove over, Padfoot,” he says, climbing in beside his best mate. They talk for a bit, but Lily doesn’t hear it, she falls asleep the second her head hits the pillow.

When she wakes up the net morning the dorm is empty, and a piece of parchment rests on her face. She pulls it off and squints at it for a long moment before she can read it, groggy as all hell.

“Evans,” it says, “hope you’re feeling better (by which I mean slightly less completely stoned) I asked Dotti from the kitchens to bring you up some food. And though you couldn’t keep your greedy little hands off of me last night (you seem to have better taste in men when you’re high), you needn’t worry, your virtue is safe with me ('at least when you’ve smoked enough weed to make Filch giggle’ another set of handwriting has added, though it’s been crossed out). Remus wants to have a talk with you about gender equality, and Black maintains that Ringo is far more attractive, thought you should know,


P.S. How in Merlin’s great monstrosity of a beard is Remus Cinderella?

Lily groans.

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Silk crashed into the side of the building, groaning as she started to fall. "Alright, fisty. Let's Dance." She growled. It wasn't a very good day for her. She failed her astronomy exam, slept through calculus, missed lunch, and now was being thrown around by a guy who had two large sledgehammers for fists. There had been no time to put her comm in or tell Dues and Vic that she needed help, not to mention Hammer hands over here smashed it (her comm). She was on her own this time. "Great..."

Guy stumbled onto the fight a few minutes before, watching it unfold in front of him from a safe distance. He scrambled to do something quickly, seeing this as his chance to show off some of his skills. He shrunk a van, threw it at the sledgehammer guy, and threw one of his “growing spheres” at it. The van grew back to full size and crashed into the hammer guy, not knocking him out but at least distracting him. Guy, still in his hero suit, jumped in front of Silk, his back to her with his arms crossed.