One Is Never Too Old For Harry Potter. I Think My Bookmark Explains It.

What's a quasar? Is it a science thingy?

“A quasar, or, uh, quasi-stellar radio source as they’re more properly called, are types of Active Galactic Nuclei.” John begins to explain with a smile, “The Tracy Quasar, that is, my quasar, is one of them. AGN’s are extremely luminous and so the first signs of it were an abnormally high redshift source of electromagnetic energy on my screens, that is, uh, a load of radio waves and visible light appeared. It’s something similar to what stars emit, but my readouts were showing very broad emission lines; unlike any known from actual stars, so I knew it was something special from the moment I first pointed my telescope at it.” He laughs.

“Quasar’s are normally caused by collisions of galaxies, with the galaxies’ central black holes merging to form either a supermassive black hole or a binary black hole system.” The spaceman goes on, flicking up a diagram and shifting the data around meaningfully. “So, here, look; the Tracy Quasar is essentially a really super compact region in the centre of a massive galaxy, that surrounds one of these central supermassive black holes. See? Its size is something like ten thousand times the radius of an ordinary enclosed black hole. The energy emitted from such a quasar derives from mass that’s falling onto what we call the accretion disc around the black hole.”

“The primary star of the Tracy Quasar, that is, the largest solar body in the galaxy, is the LucilleX10-37.” John’s expression changes; softening into warm and fond as he mentions his mother’s star. “She’s got a small cluster of satellites; asteroids and exo-planets that have been named after my brothers and Father.”

“I have books written on the subject,” He adds, “though the I’m not sure whether the eponymof the S-TracyX607 has ever used my book for anything but a doorstop…”

No idea if it’s freaky coincidence or what, but this is in exact time to the song I’m listening to.

Day 48.  The weekend just means more time for your Totorobics

Is that a FOB tattoo I see? You know the way to a girls heart

My snapchat is very important today.

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

I also love this song. I think it’s cause of the speed and beat.

I could finally afford it!!!

Virgil hesitated then gently slid his arm further around John’s shoulders, trying to coax his brother close. John didn’t really do affection very often, but tonight seemed like it might be one of those times when there was an exception to be made.

John, soft and pliable, lets himself be pulled into those arms far to easily. He’s too thin, too light and too willing. A jerky, shaky hand raises and fingers slowly begin to curl numbly into the  soft, moss-green fabric of Virgil’s sleep t-shirt. The fist begins to wind itself tighter and tighter and a tremor starts like a small earthquake between John’s shoulder blades; as if his world is shaking apart and taking him with it. He’s a man in need of rescue. The arms tighten and then, suddenly, the young astronaut is clinging fiercely to his brother, face buried at Virgil’s throat, limbs trembly and fingers painfully tight, over Virgil’s back as his sibling just holds him there like their Mother would have done.

And that’s what pulls at the thread of John’s consciousness and makes the dream begin to unravel; drawing strength and tension from his limbs and leaving him lax and quiet against his brother with a;

“I’m sorry…”

And just like that, a tension that has lingered since Jeff Tracy disappeared has gone. John had never cried and now he has… it’s like a floodgate has opened.

A part of this RP thread, in which John has a nightmare about their Father’s plane going down and Virgil’s hugs are excellent cures for sad brothers

UPS DOGS is quite possibly the best group on Facebook.