#Parsec unit of measurement

[lowkeyasolo]

obsessed with idea that a parsec is just a very outdated unit of measurement that no one uses so the majority of people assume it just means very fast when han solo says it but cassian "lover of niche knowledge" andor would see right through it

Han "cocky asshole who never checks his info" Solo - I made the Kessel Run in 12 parsecs!

Cassian "12hr rant on the most niche topics available" Andor - you mean the unit of measurement used 25,000 years ago?

[camillechillin]

True Story: Okay, so before homeroom, I was just getting my Algebra textbooks out of my locker when a jock came up to me and knocked them out of my hands with a football. He greeted me with an unintelligent "what's up, four-eyes?" *sigh* Dear readers, I would be lying if I said that a non-zero fraction of me wasn't peeved off. (Haha, sorry for the double negative... 😏) Anywho, I replied with a succinct "I ask that you 'cut out' this feeble attempt to belittle me because I am strong... up here," and then I tapped my temple with my index and middle finger, but my ultra-wrinkly brain meant nothing to a neanderthal like him. Heh, it was like I was trying to open an executable on Mac because it just wasn't working! I got pummelled with a basketball trying to pick up my Calculus textbook, and in WAY less than 12 parsecs (which I know is a unit of measuring distance, but, well, if you know, then you know). He grabbed me by my Reddit shirt (which I wore way before The Big Bang Theory made it cool), and slammed me into my locker, knocking my Neil deGrasse Tyson "we got a bad*** over here" magnet from off the locker door's interior (which is the perfect coincidence seeing as I'm really quite a bad*** in this interaction). This is where things get interesting: He grabbed a soccer ball (which is a "foot"-ball for any British people who read this blogpost), and was about to "chuck it" at my glasses, but before he could I told him "well, you're just jealous because I'm going to work for Tesla and SpaceX in the future!" And, like I imagine most people of lesser minds would, he ran away crying! I must've rolled a Nat 20 because I've never passed a charisma check that easily before. So, I say hurrah! I humbly submit this as a victory for nerds everywhere! Reblog if you relate!

[twocubes]

the "americans will measure with anything but the metric system" joke but it's about astronomers and astronomical units, parsecs, and the masses of the earth, jupiter, and the sun

[papa-poutine]

I know everyone dunks on George Lucas for writing parsecs as a unit of time when they're actually a unit of measurement but have we considered the more interesting and more fun option (han solo was talking out his ass and doesn't know what a parsec is)

[patronsaintofmistakenidentity]

its 3 am on Christmas day. im tired as fuck. here's a nerd ass thought. even if we throw out Solo for a minute its not that weird for han to have bragged about the millenium falcon making the kessel run in 12 parsecs. we didn't know shit about what the kessel run was when eps 4 5 and 6 came out aside from the fact that its a run, and one could brag about making it in under [insert unit of measurement here.] and since we're talking on a scale of parsecs we know its a long fucken run.

neat thing about racing, probably more so in time (or distance in this case) trials is racing lines - the route you take through curves in the track/course. grip, acceleration, and consequently turning radius at a given speed affect what the optimal racing lines are so your best aren't gonna fully cut the distance of a course down to the minimum if you're going for time but we're in space so we can throw out grip. we've still got acceleration and a less variable turning radius but those are gonna affect our racing lines less than if we were in a car.

so even from the sentence “It’s the ship that made the Kessel Run in less than twelve parsecs!" we could conclude that han had some mad impressive racing lines on that run and wasn't just talking out of his ass

goodnight love y'all Merry Christmas etc

[schattenhonig]

"Women didn't grow up on Star Wars the way men did."

Yes, that's right. Because when I was a very young Padawan (back in the 90s) and tried to talk to any of the other younglings about our mutual special interest and hyperfixation, I was shunned. Because I was a girl. I knew most of the facts about the Millenium Falcon, my mother (a programmer by trade, even if it was electronic merchant back then 🤨) even explained to me that parsec is a unit to measure distance, not time, but it sounded way cooler, I could quote most of the lines... You get where I'm going with this. It wasn't the fact that I wasn't prepared well enough and equipped with knowledge that made me get excluded from the fandom, which basically existed in back alleys and playgrounds back then. Big Name Fan and leader of the local fan unit was who had the biggest Star Wars toy, or the most. And was a boy obviously, because girls could only be Princess Leia, and still they ignored how badass she is. This was long before I even knew that there was something called the Bechdel Test, and that more female characters could have helped with this view.

So, yeah, I didn't exist in the little world related to Star Wars around my block. Which was as far as I could reach out. So I felt more like Luke being stuck on Tatooine, wanting to escape, be free and cool like Han while I could only navigate social situations like C3PO and the other girls made me feel like I looked like Chewbacca.

[antti-nannimus]

Megaparsec Just like the parsec (an abbreviation for Parallax of one arcsecond) and kiloparsec (equivalent to 1,000 parsecs, or KPC for short), the megaparsec (or MPC) is a measurement unit that is used in astronomy to measure the great, vast distance between galaxies in intergalactic space. It is said that one parsec is equal to about 3.3 light years. So if one megaparsec is equal to one million parsecs, then that’s about 3.3 million light years away. The mega parsec was said to have been first used by the international scientific and astronomical community in the year 1920. In reality, astronomers cannot use the normal units of measurements such as meters and square meters as the measurements would be too big a number. For convenience, astrologists looked for a way to emphasize a great distinction in measurements, especially if you’re talking about measuring galaxies or clusters in space. Using earth-land measurements for distances in space is simply mind-boggling, to say the least. Let’s say that a parsec is about 30 trillion kilometers. Roughly converted to miles would give us an approximate value of 19 million trillion (is there such a thing?) miles. Though unimaginable, it gives us the idea that the earth may be big, but the distance in space is definitely immense.

What is a MegaParsec - Measurement in Astronomy Between Galaxies

[arasunews]

Fundamental Unit - Length

Length is the extent of something between two points. The SI unit of length is metre. Read more.....

Length Length is the extent of something between two points. The SI unit of length is metre. One metre is the distance travelled by light through vacuum in 1/29,97,92,458 second. In order to measure very large distance (distance of astronomical objects) we use the following units. Astronomical unit Light year Parsec Astronomical unit (AU): It is the mean distance of the centre of the Sun…

[the-voice-of-night-vale]

My first thought is what kind of radiation? (I assume you mean the ionizing kind, but there is also alpha, beta, and gamma particles)

(it's been a hot minute since i've been in a chemistry class and i'm doing some supplementary internet research)

Alpha particles don't penetrate most matter, but they can be very harmful if directly ingested/inhaled/etc. Basically same w Beta, though they can penetrate thin materials like skin and paper, but can be blocked by thin sheets of metal. Gamma particles are more hazards outwardly, because they have the higher penetration power (the kind you need lead, iron, etc. to block)

A curie (which is equal to one thousand millicuries) measures the rate at which a radioactive element emits energy as it decays. 1 curie is equal to 37 billion disintegrations / second (1 gram of radium has a value of 1 curie).

Curies (which i think is an outdated unit and we now use becquerels) are measures of the numbers of atoms disintegrating, but don't tell you a lot about the absorbed dose (which is usually measured in rads (which is apparently ALSO outdated, apparently now they use grays))

Rem is the effective dose, or the potential for damage based on tissue type.

All this to say, 1k millicuries (or 1 curie) of radiation doesn't really tell you how fucked someone might be; it's not measuring for that (sort of like the star wars quote about parsecs as if it's a measurement of time when a parsec is a measurement of distance). It only tells you about the decay rate of the substance, and nothing about the type of radiation it produces, how much of that is absorbed by the drinker, and what effects that might have. some extremely dangerous ionized elements half short half-lives and a high curie count (i.e. they degrade really really fast and lose radioactivity) and some have half-lives of thousands of years (meaning they will stay dangerously radioactive for a long time since the radioactive isotopes take forever to break down into not-scary elements)

tumblrites who know anything about radiation, how dangerous is 1,000 Millicuries in terms easy to understand with almost no knowledge of radiation measurements?

I found this website which does a bunch of conversions but IDK how to read any of the results lol.

[To be clear, this is research for an old book not real life emergency lol.]

pretty much, the question is ,how fucked is someone if they drink 1000 millicuries of radiation ?

[engineeringtrust]

Parsec unit of measurement

#PARSEC UNIT OF MEASUREMENT FULL#

If we have a right angled triangle, then the ratio between the opposite side and the adjacent side of an angle is a function of that angle, which we call the tangent. From this fact we find how similar shapes are defined, because the ratios of their sides are always exactly the same for both shapes no matter what different sizes they are, as long as they have the same number of sides and values for angles). It’s used today in respect to the distances of stars from the solar system, using the Earth’s orbit and the apparent shift in the star’s positions throughout the year.īasic trigonometry states that the ratios of the sides of triangles are a function of the angles of the triangle (in fact, this is true of all shapes, and can be called one of the most basic laws of shapes – as it pretty much defines what “shape” means. It is simply a RATIO that relates apparent motion to distance using trigonometry. Something should stand out to anyone who isn’t geometrically illiterate or desperately trying to save the integrity of their favourite film franchise – that the distance is dependent on the amount you or the object moves, and hence is not really a standard unit of distance (or rather, wouldn’t be used as one by a space-faring civilization or galactic empire). It’s basically a measure of parallax and how it relates to distance. In short, it is the distance an object is from you when it appears to shift its position by 1 arc second over half an arbitrary distance you or the object travel. The word is an abbreviation, which comes from “parallax arc second”. So, let’s first explain what a parsec ACTUALLY is. Yet again, this may sound good to lay people with no real knowledge of astronomy or astrophysics, but to anyone who ACTUALLY knows what a parsec is, this is just as idiotic as the idea that a parsec is a unit of time, and the fan boys who use it only prove that they have no idea what a parsec even is. Therefore, the Millenium Falcon was fast enough to fight against the gravity in this region in order to allow it to take a shorter route that was less than 12 parsecs (or about 39 light years) long.

#PARSEC UNIT OF MEASUREMENT FULL#

Unable to accept a major cock-up in the script of their favourite film, the fan boys went into full mental gymnastic overdrive, trying to come up with why this line could still make sense – talking about a region of black holes that you had to pass through, and that only a fast ship could go a shorter route through this region of space. ( A Parsec is an obscure unit of distance in Astrophysics, equal to 3.26 Light Years. Well, it wasn’t long before people explained that it isn’t a unit of time but a measure of distance, and even Neil DeGrasse Tyson weighed in. Now, it is absolutely obvious that originally George Lucas heard the word “Parsec”, and thought that because it involves the word “sec” (which he correctly thought was short for “second”) then this is a spacey/sciencey sounding unit of time that would be appropriate to drop into a sci-fi film. OK, it’s time to bury this nonsense once and for all.Įver since Star Wars: A New Hope originally came out, there has been a minor scandal surrounding the scene where Han Solo declares that he did the Kessel Run in the Millennium Falcon in “less than 12 parsecs”. Expect heated comments from angry fans who lack the ability to understand reality, or have a sense of humour, below 😉 Find out whether there is any grammatical error in below sentence.In spite of the difficulties / on the way / they enjoyed their / trip to Gangothri.ĩ.Trigger warning: This article explains basic geometry and science, with the unfortunate downside of demonstrating that Star Wars is wrong about something, and that the fan boys don’t know what they’re on about. Find out whether there is any grammatical error in below sentence.There is just not enough / timing in my job to sit around / talking about how we feel / about each other.Ĩ. Find out whether there is any grammatical error in below sentence.Hardly had the / sad news reached her / ears when she / broke into tears.ħ. Find out whether there is any grammatical error in below sentence.We can not handle / this complicated case today / unless full details are not given / to us by now.Ħ. Find out whether there is any grammatical error in below sentence.The customer scarcely had / enough money to pay / to the cashier / at the cash counter.ĥ. Which of the planets is nearest to the earth?Ĥ. Which of the following is the brightest planet?ģ. Which planet is known as 'Morning Star'?Ģ.

[oflgtfol]

thinking about stupid star wars world building again

so what exactly is their system of measurement? the only unit i can recall hearing is a parsec, which is a real unit irl. but like, what about smaller units, like. do they use feet? meters? some fucked up fictional unit? do they use miles or kilometers? what

[noyzinerd]

Stiles: Derek just said that a parsec measures a unit of distance, not time. What was I supposed to do, NOT blow him??

[sinisterexaggerator]

Warnings: Kissing, flirting, sexual innuendos, humor, blowjobs, male receiving oral. Smut / fluff / mildly dubious consent but not really? Dry-humping, self-esteem issues, self-degradation, self-doubt, mild feelings of worthlessness and slight depression.

Word count: 4.8k+

Summary: Shriv Suurgav is overworked - he sits alone, or tries to, in his office. You’ve come to bother him, or better yet, help him find a way to relieve his stress. This “Duros under duress” must relax.

Notes: I write Shriv Suurgav entirely different from the way I write Cad Bane, so be prepared for a more “ stream of consciousness” type style. I love getting inside this neurotic Duros’ head. Inspired by me eating a lollipop on the way home from work. “A blowjob a day keeps the melancholy away.” - @amiquinn99​ 

Half a parsec. No. Maybe a whole parsec.

Two parsecs?

Perhaps a parsec was not the right unit of measurement to use in this situation, but Shriv absolutely felt that was how far away he was from finishing this list of menial tasks that was supposed to get done by the end of the day.

It was too much for just one day. Or any day. It was never ending; just a nearly insurmountable heap of red tape and bureaucracy, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Well, almost nothing.

He supposed he could launch himself out of an airlock, but death might be just a little bit worse than having to answer to Lando about this one particular report that was due two standard hours from now.

Who was keeping track of this stuff, anyway? Would they know if he hadn’t submitted it on time? Was Lando really that interested in learning about the finer points of the Pathfinder’s last ground assault? The fact the 61st mobile infantry had lost so many soldiers on Haidoral Prime that they were organizing a recruitment event to try and persuade locals to join their cause?

Not to mention the dangers of Imperial espionage – you never knew who was going to show up to these things. That’s why he stayed away from them. He was too skeptical – they said he would only hinder the process. It was fine by Shriv. He had better things to do.

Let them deal with the repercussions. They couldn’t say he hadn’t warned them.

Of course, the stress of those better things alone was enough to give anyone a stroke; but Shriv did what he did best in these scenarios: he sucked it up. Only today it wasn’t going so well. He had too much on his mind.

When did he not have too much on his mind?

Shriv couldn’t remember the last time his head was absent of thought, negative or otherwise, though negative seemed to be predominant. For a moment, Shriv felt like he had forgotten what it was like to relax, and that made him frown to himself because no one else was around to see it.

He was thankful no one else was around to see it.

For one, they might ask questions, and two, he wasn’t in the mood to explain his… mood.

He tried keeping up appearances with the cadets. They already thought he was a curmudgeon. They called him a killjoy behind his back.

He had heard about it second hand from Luke – he wanted Shriv to be nicer to the new blood, as he called them. He said he came off as “scary” and “mean,” and that he should be trying to instill a sense of camaraderie, giving inspirational speeches, not the opposite.

Shriv wasn’t trying to instill anything. He was just telling it like it is. If they couldn’t handle his authenticity, well …

Sooo sorry I don’t find fighting wars and nearly dying everyday to be the pinnacle of excitement. I apologize for warning them about the risks and dangers involved in going up against an evil, despotic Empire who rather kill them than use them as slave labor just for wearing this damn uniform.

That was what he had wanted to say. Instead, he said: “Yeah, sure, OK.”

Then he had coughed on purpose, followed by a terse: “Commander.”

The terseness had also been on purpose.

Oh, but Shriv wasn’t considered to be his equal even though he was not only a member of the Special Forces, but a Commander in the Alliance Navy, a Marksman, and a damn good pilot.

Far from it.

Luke Skywalker was a Jedi with magical force wieldy powers that could make people smack into walls, or he could slice them in half with his glowy laser sword-thing.

He won medals and made girls smile.

Shriv only made girls give disgusted faces.

He supposed he should be thankful he was on their side, not annoyed one bit that he had told him how to do his job he had been doing since before Luke had even bothered to show up.

Yeah, OK, so he had blown up a Death Star.

Even Shriv had to admit that was impressive, but he didn’t want to.

Besides, he had help, but everyone seemed to forget that little tidbit of information.

Han Solo didn’t forget that tidbit of information.

In fact, he talked about it daily.

Ten minutes went by before Shriv realized his datapad had gone idle and he was staring at a blank screen with his stylus pinched between two fingers and his teeth.

Well, they were more like fangs, but he called them teeth. He didn’t want to draw any attention to them unnecessarily. He already got weird enough looks as is. Being one of the only Duros on this particular ship had its ups and downs.

For one thing, he didn’t have to worry about anyone getting territorial on him, and for another, he felt like he couldn’t relate to anyone.

Everyone had such … small heads. Skin instead of scales. Tiny eyes instead of big red or yellow ones. Hair.

Hair …

He would be loath to admit it, but he liked the stuff. It was … interesting.

Shriv stared at his reflection gazing back at him for a moment in the blackened screen realizing he looked … tired. He had the thought to get a cup of caf at the same moment you cleared your throat.

Shriv jumped almost imperceptibly right before he pretended to look like he was doing something important, his eyes darting up just enough to get a full view of your kneecaps before they shot back down to look at nothing in particular.

“That door there, it was closed, I think?” It wasn’t a question, more like a statement given with a little bit too much attitude, his inflection rising at the tail end of the last word so as to impart just how much your appearance had annoyed him.

He refused to give you any more of his attention, assuming maybe you would do him the favor of leaving him alone when he so clearly didn’t want to be bothered, but the Galaxy was an unforgiving place. Instead of doing that, you stepped inside the room.

“No,” your feminine voice rang out, haughty yet somehow flirtatious at the same time, “It was wide open.”

Shriv’s lips, or the lips he had, settled into a scowl, not letting you get the best of him. He thought he recognized you, but he was trying very hard not to focus on anything but his façade of busyness. If he pretended to be busy long enough maybe you would leave. Then maybe he would also get some work done.

“Well, would you mind shutting it?” he asked, trying to keep the irritation from his words but it was not at all working.

You coyly did what he had requested.

He should have been more specific. “With you on the other side,” he said dryly.

At this point you took a step closer and Shriv got an eyeful of your thick thighs as you strolled forward. Then you had the nerve to sit down in the only other chair left available; the one right across from him.

That’s when he was forced to look at you face-to-face. Shriv cleared his throat this time. You were one of the newer recruits; one of the ones he had recently yelled at for not knowing how to hold a blaster steady. You had caught on eventually, faster than some of the others in your cohort.

But … why were you in his office? And why had you closed the door?

Well, he had asked you to, that’s why.

“I’m busy,” he stated, shifting his eyes to look down at his darkened datapad.

“I can see that,” you smirked, kicking your legs out over the arm of your chair.

“Look, can I help you?” he grouchily questioned you. He almost felt bad the minute it left him. It was just so hard not to be so rude all the time when you were constantly under duress.

Duros.

A Duros under duress.

Shriv hadn’t liked the tone you were using. It sounded like you were mocking him.

He couldn’t blame you, really. He had been caught red handed doing nothing and he already felt guilty enough, as it were.

The guilt. It always there. The nagging sensation that he should be doing something twenty-four hours a day lest someone die or lose a limb.

But he thought he heard something else, too. Like you were eating something in his presence. It was the strangest thing. So strange in fact he bothered to look at you.

You had a piece of candy in your mouth, the end of which was attached to a stick. Shriv shook his head at you as you pulled it from between your lips, sucking ever so gently as you grinned at him.

“Gods, you’re hot-” you started off.

“-what?”

“-headed. Hotheaded.”

He blinked. He didn’t know what else to do or say for that matter. It took him a second to recuperate. His eyes were focused on your mouth he noticed; the Duros was suddenly lost for words.

That didn’t last long however as he managed to make a come back from this suddenly not at all awkward situation.

“Wh-what is that? Is that a… lollipop?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed casually, sucking on the red orb again that was shiny with your spit. You swirled the sweet tasting sugary substance with your tongue. It was also kind of tart.

Sour and sweet. Just like your commanding officer, you mused.

Shriv stared at you. You stood out in his mind as one of the recruits who might turn out to be a handful. You tend to talk back to your superiors, but you seem to mean well.

You were fierce, something the Rebellion needed, and your heart was in the right place – but your mouth.

Your mouth was currently wrapped around something that was threatening to burn Shriv’s cheeks red-hot; hotter than the Lava back on Sullust would have been had he not of managed to escape - no thanks to Lando.

He suddenly remembered helping you of all things. It had been a few weeks now. He so rarely did that. Helped people directly, that is. He did his job and kept his head down, but he had … wanted to.

Hells, up close you had been … cuter than he thought. It was the wrong thought. He wasn’t allowed to think like that.

He did what he had set out to do; adjust your stance. He had tried not to touch you too much. He nudged your foot with his boot then kept going down the line.

He was pretty sure you had stared after him. He remembered ignoring it and then forgetting about you entirely. He hated to admit it to himself, but you would probably be dead in a few months, anyway - just another soul taken down by the occasional well-placed aim of a Stormtrooper or someone another.

But here you were. And you had asked him something.

“Want one?” You dug into your pocket and retrieved another lollipop, waving it in the air at him. This one was still sealed off from the outside elements – and blue. Like him.

Figuratively and literally.

Shriv balked, wrinkling up his forehead at you. “What?!” he asked heatedly. “N-no!”

He paused, frowning a little more than he already had been. “Where’d you even get that-”

He stopped himself, redirecting his curiosity to something he was more comfortable with – ambivalence. “You know what, it doesn’t matt-”

“Brought them from home,” you answered quickly, not letting him finish his sentence. “I like candy. It brings a little joy to your day, don’t you think?”

Shriv’s eyes narrowed even though he hadn’t meant for them to. “Candy’s for … kids. It’s what parents give their younglings to either placate or silence them.”

“I always thought it was a bit of a reward for being good.”

“Well, either way – it’s … inappropriate.”

“Oh,” you lazily retorted. Then you smiled again.

You gave a quick lick to your lollipop.

Shriv tried not to look directly at you.

“Do that. Just keep doing… that - scolding me,”  you teased. His temper did not bother you at all, even though you bothered Shriv a lot.

Shriv sighed. His voice lowered as he attempted to give off his best impression of authority, though it was lacking… somehow. He wasn’t a natural when it came to this. He had to try. Hard.

“Look, either tell me what you want or get out of-”

You sat up quickly. “You,” you shot back. “I want you.”

Your hand had moved. One was… touching yourself. Shriv didn’t bat an eye or move as you palmed your crotch through your jumpsuit, the other hand still holding onto that damn lollipop as your soft, wet, pink…

No.

“I-I’m-I’m-I’m sorry?” Shriv stammered.

You kicked your legs around and stood. That … wasn’t a good sign.

Was it?

Shriv knew he didn’t hear you right. He knew you weren’t walking towards him. This was all… some kind of dream. Some kind of … nightmare? Fantasy? Lucky break?

He didn’t think to budge. He might of. He just… couldn’t seem to feel his legs anymore. He had gone numb from head to foot. He suddenly wondered if he was having that stroke after all.

“Why don’t you relax, sir…”

Shriv did the exact opposite in that moment. His shoulders stiffened. He forgot how to breathe suddenly.

Sir?

Did you say it that way on purpose? It wasn’t a normal “sir” like you would expect a cadet to address a superior officer. No, it had sounded like you were …

Shriv began to panic as you continued your slow advance towards him. It was almost as if you were dragging it out on purpose just to torture him. His green blood was rushing in his ears; he couldn’t hear anything but the thrum inside his head as you had the audacity to come behind his desk.

“Uhh-uhh…” Shriv said.

That was … articulate.

Someone somewhere must be having a good laugh at his expense, he gathered. The only problem was he didn’t know whether that person was corporeal, or ethereal. He was unwilling to call it a God, though Gods were known for their less than fair treatment of their subjects.

Jokes on you God, I don’t believe in you.

Though, maybe it was a particularly cruel God who had it out for Shriv just because he denied their existence.

No. Wait.                                                                        

This was karma, wasn’t it? This was the way the universe was going to get back at him for all those snarky, underhanded comments that everyone most assuredly deserved at some point or another and that Shriv did not regret in the least bit for saying.

Whatever was happening, he wasn’t sure he was going to like it.

That, or he would like it too much.

Shriv held his breath as you did the unthinkable. He hoped to all Sith hells the door was locked and that Lando or some other person of rank, or any person at all for that matter, wouldn’t come marching in and see him like this; with a woman straddling his lap.

Shriv did the only thing he could do. He put his hands up. He wouldn’t be caught dead touching you. He didn’t have permission for that. But, you didn’t have permission to sit on his lap, either, yet here you were.

Shriv could smell the cherry flavor on your breath, and then he could see the lollipop itself as you plucked it out of your mouth with an audible pop. You had thrown it behind you to some unknown location – he wondered who was going to have to clean that up.

Shriv suddenly felt… sad. That was the only way to describe it.

You were beautiful, too beautiful to be doing this with the likes of him – in the human way, that is. Maybe he needed to take you … somewhere.

Definitely not his quarters, though he was a Duros in his prime. He had thought about it for a fleeting instant, but it was replaced by the idea that you sorely needed to see a medic.

Shriv’s heart jumped to his throat as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You were grinding your pelvis into his … his …

He opened his mouth to speak and all that came out was a rattled breath of air. He felt faint for a moment. He overcame every insensible thing he wanted to do to you and instead meekly stuttered out a few sparse words.

“Pl-lease d-don’t …don’t … this isn’t… I don’t wanna… It’s cruel to…”

He couldn’t seem to complete a thought, or a sentence, until it came out all at once in a rush, Shriv barely able to contain his flustered, nervous, excitable energy.

“Don’t treat me like this. I know I’m an ass, but whoever put you up to-”

“Kiss me,” you whispered.

Shriv caught himself. He had craned his neck just a fraction of an inch, like that kind of thing could actually be possible for someone like him. This had gone on for long enough and it had barely even started.

He regained his courage, or more like, tried to hold onto what little dignity he had left.

“You shouldn’t-”

You sealed his lips shut with that kiss you had so wanted.

…toy with people’s emotions.

You rode against him as you pressed your tongue into his mouth. You moaned into him, taking Shriv’s raised hands and grasping them so you could place them firmly against your breasts.

You couldn’t stop. He smelled; tasted; felt wonderful beneath you. He was sizeable. His cock had risen just as you had expected it to.

It was the only thing you wanted out of him.

Shriv groaned until it transformed into a low whimper against your hot and hungry mouth. His dick was threshing against the confines of his trousers, and he was embarrassed of himself – of his own neediness.

What is she … she…

A more merciful God, if that was what this was all about, would have ended his life quickly back on Sullust. What he wouldn’t have given to have drowned in lava right about now.

Well, not drowned. More like, incinerated. Melted. That thing his willpower was doing currently.

Ughhh, and you tasted like candy … sickening …ly sweet.

Shriv fought himself internally as he was stricken with an intense bout of instincts. He wanted to devour you – in the good way, but … he didn’t even know your name.

Not that he would have done that, anyway.

“Swee-sweetheart…” he mumbled out against your lips.

You pressed his hands tighter around your perky tits as you ended the kiss with such force that he nearly gasped as he was pushed away from you.

Your pelvis undulated across his lap as you stroked the curved shape of his head with both hands, practically humping him through your clothes until you couldn’t stand it anymore.

You stood, leaving Shriv a mess as he was trembling in his chair, looking up at you with two pitiful, beautiful red eyes.

But, he had expected this.

You had kissed him, and now you didn’t want to anymore.

That wasn’t exactly a surprise, and he was glad that he had mentally prepared himself for this, otherwise …

His hands remained open in the air, cupped, yet empty.

Shriv jerked as you unexpectantly fell to your knees before him.

The color drained from his face; he was a ghost, a specter of his former self as you unzipped his pants.

This wasn’t really happening. He should stop you – degrading yourself like this.

It was…

How far is she …

Shriv gripped the arms of his chair the minute your warm human hand found his hardened cock. He wondered if you even knew what you were doing – not in that sense, but had you ever …?

The twinkle in your eye made him… anxious. Perhaps you’d never seen a Duros’ … and he had never seen …

Duros were drastically different than humans as far as Shriv was aware, though the parts could still match up he’d heard. Some of Shriv’s friends back home had decidedly more luck with this kind of thing.

He tried to control himself as his knee wanted to involuntarily twitch. He was much too jittery.

This girl’s going to think you’ve never gotten a…

Well, you haven’t.

He didn’t have much more time to bicker with himself at this point because you had planted your soft, plush lips around the girth of his member, your tongue beginning to wind and encircle him like it had that lollipop.

It took more than self-control to try and stop himself from cumming that very minute – it was a damn miracle was what it was.

Shriv saw stars; constellations, entire galaxies expand and contract as he closed his eyes. His ragged breath hitched in his throat as he pressed his body backward into his office chair.

His gloved fingers dug in harder to the armrests, Shriv unable to keep himself from biting down on his lower lip with his fangs – teeth.

A volley of Durese curse words escaped him, followed by an apology. He hadn’t meant to speak such foul language, but he could hardly help it.

Holy karkin’ hells, she’s really going for it – what is this girl on – maybe she’s mentally…

All coherent thought flew away in that moment, your thickset muscle making waves along his pliant spines and ridges. The sensation tickled the roof of your mouth, and his slick was pure saccharine - you couldn’t get enough.

It was better than candy.

Shriv did something that made you ache with longing as your cheeks hollowed out; you slowed your pace, moaning purely out of an indescribable feeling of total gratification as he had finally given in – the fingers of one hand had moved to run through your hair.

It only encouraged you.

Shriv didn’t know why he did it – it just seemed like the right thing to do. The fact that you hummed against his cock like a well-tuned ion engine made him think it was the right choice.

You were slurping; sucking on him like he was the best damn thing you had ever tasted – his eyelids fluttered as his eyes nearly rolled towards the back of his head.

He thought he should say something, but what would it have been? It had been hard enough before this to enunciate properly. Now he was just going to sound plain laserbrained.

Shriv kept his mouth shut, or at least he tried to.

Something… happened. He had not meant to do this, but a low rumble escaped him. It was a sound demarcating pleasure from a Duros who was … experiencing something quite pleasant … sexually. Usually.

There were different noises that signified different things, and this one had definitely been a … purr. Or a kind of purr. Duros didn’t purr … they just…

OK, it was a purr.

You sat up on your knees to get better leverage at the agreeable way Shriv had announced his affection for you. This was going better than you had expected.

You nuzzled your head into Shriv’s palm to let him know you liked what he was doing, and he responded by making the cutest “mmm” you had ever heard.

You took the time to glance up from your work and his face was contorted in a visually pleasing show of ecstasy. You were so very happy with yourself – he was finally relaxing.

Now for the finale.

Shriv rasped for air as you took him to the hilt, fully imbibing his blue-green shaft down the bottomless pit of your throat. Your head bobbed slow and steady, almost devious in your ministrations, taking your time to feel every inch of his unique shape.

You freed your hands, though your mouth still had a firm grasp on his cock. You pinched either side of his hips as you practically swallowed his entire phallus. You had no gag reflex. Shriv retaliated by giving your cheek the most loving, gentle caress you had ever experienced.

Shriv didn’t know what he was doing – where he was - there was only one thing. The pull of his abdominal muscles as he was slowly being coaxed to the brink of an orgasm. He was honestly surprised he had lasted this long, and he felt it was something to be proud of.

“I’m gonna – gonna- you better-” was all he could manage to say as a warning, but that did not stop you. You persisted more readily.

A supernova exploded inside Shriv’s brain at the same time his seed discharged from the slit at the top of his cock like an errant bolt of blaster fire, though thankfully it hadn’t been as quick.

It was more of a slow torrent; a sea of… semen. It was cold, slightly sticky, and it reminded you of another kind of candy – only this one was sour. That didn’t keep you from guzzling every drop.

A brilliant burst of light had enveloped Shriv and permeated throughout his entire being. His body felt like it broke atmo and someone had forgotten to turn on the artificial gravity.

Shriv’s mind, on the other hand, felt like it had been overtaken by a nebulous cloud of fog and vapor, caught in a swirling haze of thoughts, feelings, and emotions that coalesced together to make him cry out a pathetic sound of long overdue bliss.

He went blank.

Something had short-circuited. It must have –

His eyelids flitted until he was able to fully open them to gaze at one of the most beautiful sights his sore eyes had ever seen.

You.

And you were wiping your mouth off on the back of your hand.

Shriv blushed full flush in the face; bluer than Bantha Milk, though he was already blue to begin with.

You rose slowly to the full extent sitting on your knees would give you. You rubbed your belly as you licked your lips seductively. You could not deny this could easily become addicting – his flavor – the expression on his face – the way his fangs peeked out of his half open mouth as he had trouble looking into your eyes.

You smiled, you gave a little “mn” and watched him turn an even darker shade as he hassled in his chair, trying to slow his oxygen intake.

You reached out and gently caressed his face right down the length of his intriguing scar, asking him a simple question, your voice soft.

“Do you feel better now?”

He responded with a small nod, his brow ridge knitting inward. He seemed honestly, genuinely confused.

“Why’d you  - what was -”

Shriv didn’t mean for it to come out sounding ungrateful, he was admittedly just curious. Nothing had ever happened to him like this before, or at all, if he was being truthful.

“You know what they say …” you offered idly, standing to your feet. Shriv watched after you, not bothering to get up as he was glued to his chair and didn’t know if he would ever be able to peel himself out of it again.

The Duros shook his head, answering with a small “nuh-uh,” as that was all he could manage to muster in his current state. He wanted to say something more profound, or maybe appreciative, but his tongue and his brain weren’t communicating like he thought they should be.

It was probably for the best, he surmised.

“A blowjob a day keeps the melancholy away.”

His eyes went wide at the concept. A blowjob … a day?

Were you serious?

Is she…

That’s gotta be…  

A joke?!

She’s gonna… do this… everyday??!

Shriv was either terribly frightened, or terribly turned on in that moment. Maybe a little of both, though he did not have time to speak or react besides the shocked and somewhat appalled look on his face that only made you giggle as you turned towards the exit of his office.

You sauntered towards the door - Shriv immediately fumbled with his pants, putting himself back into place, hoping that no one saw you enter, nor would they see you leave.

He watched as you vanished from his sight. You closed the door with yourself on the other side this time.

Shriv did nothing, even though that report was still due – and now within the next hour or less.

He didn’t know how he felt about any of this, only that he was … relaxed.

But there was one thing he did know - and that was that he still didn’t know your name.

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Masterlist

[reborn-suravi]

”Palace of Celestial Empress“

(Astrophysics & Astronomy)

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🌠ASTRONOMICAL DISTANCE🌌

Units of measurement of astronomical distances.............

🚀Astronomical Unit :

1 Astronomical Unit (AU) is the mean distance between the Sun and the Earth.

1 AU = 1.496×10^11 m.

Distances in the solar system are measured in this unit.

Another unit is Light year, use for measuring distances between Stars and Galaxies.

🚀Light Year:

1 Light Year (ly) is the distance travelled by light by one year.

1 ly = 9.460×10^15 m. = 6240 AU.

Another unit of the length measurement in astronomy is Parsec.

🚀Parsec :

1 Parsec (pc) is defined as the distance at which the radius of Earth's orbit substend an angle of 1" .

1 pc = 3.262 ly = 2.060×10^5 AU = 3.084×10^16 m.

★*Note that :

1° = 60' and 1' = 60".

Thus, 1" = 1/3600 degree. ★

_Infinity ASTRONOMERICA💫

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In Switzerland, it is illegal to own just one guinea pig.

Thank you for the random fact, anonymous person! I will add it to my collection of random facts. And also that's good, so they won't be lonely! Everyone should have a friend.

Here, have a random fact back:

In various Star Wars movies, Han Solo boasts that he did the Kessel Run in "less than twelve parsecs." Generally if you say you did X Route in less than Y, then Y would be some unit of time (for example, saying you did the Boston Marathon in less than four hours).

However, a "parsec" is a measure of distance, not time! It's equivalent to 3.26 light years, or 30,856,780,000,000 (30.9 trillion) kilometers. This required a ridiculous amount of in-universe explanation and retconning to have it even remotely make sense.

[knight-of-heart-and-art]

i get. SO mad when people complain about parsecs being used as a unit of measurement for the kessel run in star wars. yes that is a unit of spacial measurement. no that is not an improper way to measure it. kessel is between like four black holes and either you use the proper route (longer than twelve parsecs) or you do it wrong and you die, or you're han solo and you do a route you found yourself because you're an idiot and you do it in less than twelve parsecs. the real world equivalent is "tractor trailer driver got from point a to point b with 200 miles on his odemeter instead of 250 because he took side roads that you're not supposed to take a semi on," not "man breaks the speed limit all the way from point A to point B and makes it in 2 hours instead of 3."