hubble bubbles

Blown by fast winds from a hot, massive star, this cosmic bubble is huge. Cataloged as Sharpless 2-308 it lies some 5,200 light-years away toward the constellation of the Big Dog (Canis Major) and covers slightly more of the sky than a full moon. That corresponds to a diameter of 60 light-years at its estimated distance. The massive star that created the bubble, a Wolf-Rayet star, is the bright one near the center of the nebula. Wolf-Rayet stars have over 20 times the mass of the Sun and are thought to be in a brief, pre-supernova phase of massive star evolution. Fast winds from this Wolf-Rayet star create the bubble-shaped nebula as they sweep up slower moving material from an earlier phase of evolution. The windblown nebula has an age of about 70,000 years. Relatively faint emission captured in the expansive image is dominated by the glow of ionized oxygen atoms mapped to a blue hue.

Credit: Anis Abdul (Via NASA APOD)

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Hubble dates black hole's last big meal

For the supermassive black hole at the center of our Milky Way galaxy, it’s been a long time between dinners. NASA’s Hubble Space Telescope has found that the black hole ate its last big meal about 6 million years ago, when it consumed a large clump of infalling gas. After the meal, the engorged black hole burped out a colossal bubble of gas weighing the equivalent of millions of suns, which now billows above and below our galaxy’s center.

The immense structures, dubbed the Fermi Bubbles, were first discovered in 2010 by NASA’s Fermi Gamma-ray Space Telescope. But recent Hubble observations of the northern bubble have helped astronomers determine a more accurate age for the bubbles and how they came to be.

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When you just remembered there’s still a full tub of peanut butter Ben & Jerry’s in the fridge….But then think of your hubble bubble explicitly telling you to leave half of it for him when he comes home…Life.

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Sherlock Holmes and His Inability to Go Trick-or-Treating. (One Part Halloween Special)

“Rosie, come here, honey”

“Yes Daddy-” she grinned as she toddled over to me, “What’s wrong, Daddy?”

“Oh, nothing, honey- I just think you look like the prettiest witch I’ve ever laid eyes on, that’s all.”

I pulled her close and she squirmed and giggled in the breadth of my goliath Frankenstein costume.

“Careful, Daddy, don’t elec- don’t eltrec- ezzec-”

“Electrocute.” Corrected Sherlock. “Say it phonetically Rosamund: ee-lec-tro-cute. Go on.”

“Ee-ee-eelectrocoo?”

“Not quite there, my dear Watson.”

Sherlock twirled around magnificently, his cape flouncing decadantly in the sweet exilhiration of youth, scooped Rosie up with two outstretched arms and held her from underneath her arms.

“Electrocuted. A difficult word to say. Especially for a two-and-three-quarters year-old child.” He teased, “Now, don’t you look magnificent!”

He gasped sharply in mock awe and cried, “But doesn’t Daddy over there look terrifying?!”

“Scary Daddy!” She laughed.

He gently put her down, went to walk away, but was stopped in his tracks by a little witch’s broomstick being jabbed in his shins.

“Hubble, bubble, toil and rubble!”

“Trouble, Rosie, trouble is the word.”

“You’re teaching her Shakespeare now?” I huffed in a disgruntled moan, “Come on Sherlock, she’s only three for Christ sake.”

“Wrong. She is not yet three. For a Frankenstein, your brain is very slow. You’d think your creator would have plucked a better one from the earth. Of all graves, he picked John Watson’s. He could have taken your arm,” he pulled my arm upwards, “Your leg”, he kicked my leg to the side, “Your fantastic, incredible pelvis”, he slid his hand from the bolts on my neck, down my tingling spine, to my lower back and gently pulled it forward- ever closer to his frontage.

“Perhaps your neck?” He leaned down to my painted countenance and stroked my cheek with his bladed face, fangs and all touching my jaw seductively.

He grazed my shaven face with his deathly pale undead smirk and looked into my eyes. My heart raced.

“Your lips…” I drew in my breath as he came nearer to my unquivering mouth.

“But no!” He spouted, causing me to be plucked from my dreamlike trance and thrust into grim reality. Or Grimm’s reality. I wasn’t really sure. All I new was that Count Dracula was staring me in the face, holding me tight, and that I had nowhere to run.

“He neglected all of your wonderful physical features and took your ordinary brain.”

“Is that an insult or dirty talk?!” I chuckled, “You’re not too good at these things, you know!”

“Oh, but I am. You see- you hadn’t allowed me to speak of your fantastic optimism. The benevolence and passion which resides in that relatively ordinary mind of yours.”

“Relatively?”

“Mmm. Yes indeed. For a mind such as yours is commonplace and ignored in the nonchalance of the social majority. The public. But here, in my vampire lair,” he joked, “It is a trophy. A gift. And I want to spend every single day with it in my keep. In my keep. In… my… keep. Rosie, that’s your cue!”

“Sorry Daddy!” She bounced across the floor and clicked a button on the millennium era stereo which I’d never bordered to upgrade. Upon which, a beautiful serenade began to play and the flat was filled with the pungent shrillness of a violin masterfully played.

Still in possession of my faculties, Sherlock raised my arms and lurched my hips deep into the depth of his. He lead and I followed his sensitive sway. We were dancing.

I embedded myself into his shoulder and inhaled the intoxicating fumes of the world’s only Consulting Detective. He smelt clean and sharp. The world’s only. One of a kind. I was locked into his posture and our two movements became one singular structure of motion.

As I sunk further into his breast, I felt my shoulders be pushed back, then my chest, my front and then my…

“Erm, Sherlock, you’re awfully close to my-”

“No words.”

He kept lowering himself down the straight of my body. Slowly, methodically, studying my every dimension, before slumping at the floor and unfurling from his leathery shawl.

He pulled something from the plumage of his collar.

“Sherlock…”

“No words!” He scolded. “Ah, erm, where was I?” He composed himself and took a full set of lungs. So full of oxygen, I thought he might combust.

“John Hamish Watson. We have known eachother for some time now. Throughout thick and thin, life and death, you have stood by me. You- ha, you- ahaha, you-”

He convulsed into a fenzy of uncontrollable laughter. Shaking with humour, he tried to stand, but then failed disgracefully. At this moment, I siezed with guffaws and clutched my stomach.

“Sherlock, you’re not meant to be laughing right now!” I giggled.

I helped him up and we leaned together, each stance entirely depending on the other’s.

I looked up and smiled- now at his dislodged fang- “I never thought I’d say ‘yes’ to Count Dracula himself.”

His grin dissolved and his brows closed together. His nostrils flared like a beast and his lips were pursed and bitten.

“You’re… saying… yes?”

I smiled at the idiot trying to propose to me and took the ring from his sweaty palm and placed it firmly on my finger.

“There, look- now we’re engaged.”

“We’re… engaged. We’re engaged!” He pulled me back in and spun me around innumerable times before planting me back on the floor and staring at my misty eyes with glee.

“We’re engaged!” He gasped, “We are engaged.”

“Yay! Daddy and Dad are en… enga… enrag?”

“Engaged, honey,” I corrected, “Daddy and Dad are engaged.”

“So… can we go trick-or-treating now?!” She bounded up and down with pure excitement.

“Yes!” Sherlock and I chanted in unison.

We marched downstairs, hand-in-hand, clad in our monstrous battlesuits and opened the door of 221b and stepped into London as an engaged couple.

There, to my suprise, stood a greeting party!

Fairy Molly Hooper! Werewolf Lestrade! Poorly-wrapped-toilet-roll-mummy Mrs Hudson, and last but not least… er… Mycroft?

He wasn’t dressed up.

He whipped his umbrella from behind him and put it up.

“I’m Mary Poppins.” He mocked.

“HAPPY ENGAGEMENT!” Roared our friends.

“You told them?!”

“Oh, deary, you couldn’t possibly think Sherlock Holmes could have made that beautiful proposal without consulting actual humans, do you?” Spoke a teary Mrs Hudson. “I’m just glad you finally realised-”

“I’m not gay!” I yelled

“Oh, yes dear, we know. You’re… bi-sex-ual.” She stammered, marvelling at this newfangled concept.

“I just meant that we’re glad you finally realised that you two were simply meant to be, that’s all.” She whimpered, before she and Molly hugged a very tearful embrace.

“Congratulations, boys. I do really hope you two will be happy together.” Said Mycroft with just a tinge of genuine happiness on his face.

“Lads!” Cried Lestrade as he rushed us with a brutush cuddle, “Lads I gotta tell ya, I am so happy for you. So happy!” He reiterated with a second hug.

“But”, questioned Molly, where are the balloons?“

"Balloons?” All but Sherlock queried in chorus-

“Yeah,” nodded Greg, “Or the race cars?”

“Race cars?!”

“Or the fireworks?” Asked Mrs Hudson.

We all turned to Sherlock.

“Although those ideas were… marvellous, I felt that I was really obligated to manifest my own proposal. I do hope you all understand.”

The group nodded sheepishly.

“However, I hope you are all ready for a fast paced, helium filled, dazzlingly bright wedding!”

We all rejoiced together. Our wedding was to be a ridiculous, high-octane, childish and extremely loud family affair. Mummy Holmes wasn’t going to be happy!

Rosie interjected; “Sweeties!”

“All right love, let’s go.” I said. Rosie slipped her hand into mine and Sherlock was hesitant, but did the same with her little talons.

“I want sugar!” She ran off and laughed with the girls. The lads hung at the back of the ghoulish procession,

“Tell her not to worry, John. Her father will be getting enough sugar for the both of them tonight, eh brother mine?” Tauted Mycroft.

“You bet.” He turned to me.

“I’m thinking we stay in costume?” He whispered to me sensually, “In character even? After all, vampires have incredible sucking powers don’t they?”

Bruce (@rabbruad1) wrote:

‘Elle was just sitting there blowing off steam. So I brought her a wand and a bottle of bubbles. Now, she’s forgotten her troubles, and is blowing off bubbles.’


I blew bubbles and flew them with grace to the Hubble Space telescope place, but there was trouble when a bubble embraced the face stubble of Dr Hubble, then the trouble redoubled when the bubbles laced the scope with a post-bubble paste rubble. In disgrace, I was chased back to earth’s airspace, and the case will be placed in a BBC special based on the Hubble Double Bubble Space Stubble Trouble.

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After Pippa is injured, Hecate rushes to her bedside. 
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Thank you to @tasha-vick​ who prompted: “okay,how about Hecate’s thoughts on Pippa after their reconciliation and then how she decides to finally confess her feelings via something dangerous happening to Pippa(i am a sucker for that trope:)))” I didn’t quite manage the first part but I hope you enjoy this fic all the same!

A shadow had settled across her all day. Uneasiness had formed in the pit of her stomach; a sense of dread crawled across her skin. Hecate had known something was wrong. Although she claimed no talent for divination, something on the wind told her trouble was coming. Yet Mildred Hubble was on her best behaviour. No inadequate transformations; no exploded potion labs. Agatha Cackle remained in her picture frame and the Grand Wizard was off doing what Grand Wizard’s did.

Hecate knew something was coming. But she had been wrong in thinking it would happen at Cackle’s.

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The Bubble Nebula is 7 light-years across — about one-and-a-half times the distance from our sun to its nearest stellar neighbor, Alpha Centauri — and resides 7,100 light-years from Earth in the constellation Cassiopeia.

The seething star forming this nebula is 45 times more massive than our sun. Gas on the star gets so hot that it escapes away into space as a “stellar wind” moving at over 4 million miles per hour. This outflow sweeps up the cold, interstellar gas in front of it, forming the outer edge of the bubble much like a snowplow piles up snow in front of it as it moves forward.

As the surface of the bubble’s shell expands outward, it slams into dense regions of cold gas on one side of the bubble. This asymmetry makes the star appear dramatically off-center from the bubble, with its location in the 10 o'clock position in the Hubble view.

Dense pillars of cool hydrogen gas laced with dust appear at the upper left of the picture, and more “fingers” can be seen nearly face-on, behind the translucent bubble.

The gases heated to varying temperatures emit different colors: oxygen is hot enough to emit blue light in the bubble near the star, while the cooler pillars are yellow from the combined light of hydrogen and nitrogen. The pillars are similar to the iconic columns in the “Pillars of Creation” in the Eagle Nebula. As seen with the structures in the Eagle Nebula, the Bubble Nebula pillars are being illuminated by the strong ultraviolet radiation from the brilliant star inside the bubble.

It is being formed by an O star, BD +60°2522, an extremely bright, massive, and short-lived star that has lost most of its outer hydrogen and is now fusing helium into heavier elements. The star is about 4 million years old, and in 10 million to 20 million years, it will likely detonate as a supernova.

Hubble’s Wide Field Camera 3 imaged the nebula in visible light with unprecedented clarity in February 2016. The colors correspond to blue for oxygen, green for hydrogen, and red for nitrogen. This information will help astronomers understand the geometry and dynamics of this complex system.

Object Names: Bubble Nebula, NGC 7635

Image Type: Astronomical

Credit: NASA, ESA, and the Hubble Heritage Team (STScI/AURA)

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Bubble Nebula (NGC 7635)

Twenty-six candles grace NASA’s Hubble Space Telescope’s birthday cake this year, and now one giant space “balloon” will add to the festivities. Just in time for the 26th anniversary of Hubble’s launch on April 24, 1990, the telescope has photographed an enormous, balloon-like bubble being blown into space by a super-hot, massive star. Astronomers trained the iconic telescope on this colorful feature, called the Bubble Nebula, or NGC 7635. The bubble is 7 light-years across — about one-and-a-half times the distance from our sun to its nearest stellar neighbor, Alpha Centauri. The Bubble Nebula lies 7,100 light-years from Earth in the constellation Cassiopeia.

Credit: NASA, ESA, and the Hubble Heritage Team (STScI/AURA)