thankyoucorndog:

went too fuckin hard

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fuckyeahpaganism:

In Irish mythology, the Púca is a mischievous, shapeshifting faerie who would assume a disguise in many forms, including a horse, rabbit, goat, goblin, dog, calf, or donkey. Most commonly, the Púca is disguised as a sleek, black horse, with burning yellow eyes and an untamed, wild mane. It is among the most frightening Faeries is some parts of Ireland, and is said to scatter livestock, break fences, and cause damage to property as well as harm humans. Although It seems to have a bad reputation, If they acquire a liking to a certain human, they will often offer advice and be a generally kind faerie. The origins of the Púca is unknown, but there is some speculation that the name could have origins in Scandinavia, the name being related to “pook” or “puke” meaning “nature spirit”. 

fuckyeahpaganism:

In Irish mythology, the Púca is a mischievous, shapeshifting faerie who would assume a disguise in many forms, including a horse, rabbit, goat, goblin, dog, calf, or donkey. Most commonly, the Púca is disguised as a sleek, black horse, with burning yellow eyes and an untamed, wild mane. It is among the most frightening Faeries is some parts of Ireland, and is said to scatter livestock, break fences, and cause damage to property as well as harm humans. Although It seems to have a bad reputation, If they acquire a liking to a certain human, they will often offer advice and be a generally kind faerie. The origins of the Púca is unknown, but there is some speculation that the name could have origins in Scandinavia, the name being related to “pook” or “puke” meaning “nature spirit”. 

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siphersaysstuff:

siphersaysstuff:

Some sketchies I did mulling over Starbound.

June is not fond of Big Ape and his cronies.

Reblogging for the day crowd. Enjoy a decapitated Apex.

Decapextated.

jedavu:

A Sea of 4.5 Million Baby Blue Eye Flowers in Japan’s Hitachi Seaside Park

ddemotivators:

Marry Poppins
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ddemotivators:

Marry Poppins

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“As Arnold points out, there is an otherwise inexplicable shift in direction in the Piccadilly line passing east out of South Kensington. “In fact,” she writes, “the tunnel curves between Knightsbridge and South Kensington stations because it was impossible to drill through the mass of skeletal remains buried in Hyde Park.” I will admit that I think she means “between Knightsbridge and Hyde Park Corner”—although there is apparently a “small plague pit dating from around 1664” beneath Knightsbridge Green—but I will defer to Arnold’s research.

But to put that another way, the ground was so solidly packed with the interlocked skeletons of 17th-century victims of the Great Plague that the Tube’s 19th-century excavation teams couldn’t even hack their way through them all. The Tube thus had to swerve to the side along a subterranean detour in order to avoid this huge congested knot of skulls, ribs, legs, and arms tangled in the soil—an artificial geology made of people, caught in the throat of greater London.”

London and Its Dead

i read shit like this and think what could my imagination possibly have to add

like how do i write something about london that’s weirder than london already is?

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I am taking the Piccadilly line to the airport tomorrow and wow, do I have something to think about now.

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I love how this post is like “Oh, clean up some of the nastiest, hard to clean shit with coke!” but doesn’t mention “Hey, you actually ingest this stuff that can clean CORRODED CAR BATTERIES.”

Uhg.

Heyyy this is because when you put carbon dioxide to make the carbonated water, you get carbonic acid. Carbonic acid varies in how much the pH is, especially in the different coke products. Strong enough to dissolve rust but not steel or any of the metals mentioned here.

But here’s the thing, carbonic acid is not one of the 6 strong acids. You know what is one of those? Hydrocholric acid. You know where you naturally secrete hydrocholric acid? Your stomach. Hydrochloric acid is some nasty stuff and WILL eat away at a screw if allowed to soak long enough. If you ever got just drop of a diluted solution on your skin in chem lab, then you can see where that would happen very easily.

The stronger acid wins. Your tummy is fine when you drink coke. Your tummy makes acid strong enough to fuck that corroded battery up. It can handle a can of coke. Please don’t swallow a screw or something to test this tho, please.

thank you science side of tumblr <3

Seriously. You could probably do all of these with lemon juice (citric acid) or vinegar (ethanoic, or acetic, acid) just because acids work in pretty similar ways. Actually, when you see people recommending vinegar as a household cleaner? This is what it’s doing!

Also, as someone who has accidentally inhaled hydrochloric acid fumes, TRUST ME, THE CARBONIC ACID IS MUCH BETTER.

Every time I see a hysterical post on modern food I just kinda point and laugh

Because dude. Dude.  You know what you breathe in and out every fucking second to survive? Oxygen. An incredibly corrosive gas that is probably responsible for more deaths across the history of the planet than anything else. Not only that, it’s a biproduct of photosynthesis. You literally rely on plant excretions to survive

Do you know what most of your body is made up of? Water. Which, given enough time, will destroy anything.

That morning coffee you like? Well shit, caffeine - lifeblood to many - is actually an incredibly potent nerve toxin (If you’re an insect). Plants actually produce that shit as an insecticide.

That refreshing zing from citrus?  Acid.  That juicy smack of a tomato? Acid and cadmium.  That tart in an apple? Arsenic.  That seasoning you put all over your fish and chips? Acid strong enough to destroy seashells - life that has evolved to survive living in a salt-drenched sea.

Stop being a tit and drink your damned coke.

EVERYTHING. IS. CHEMICALS.

It IS safe to say though that drinking/eating too many acidic foods CAN damage some things such as the esophagus or teeth - but it does require QUITE a lot of acid.

SCIENCE, BITCH

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falconsandhawks:

our lovely female kestrel laying on the ground

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“So, Lykronis, what do your orc eyes see?”

The Paladin to the Barbarian, who was the only one in the party with dark vision. (via outofcontextdnd)
syringesin:

…AND THEN I REALIZED THAT, WHEN THESE STORM GIANTS ARE OUT SHEPHERDING THUNDERSTORMS AND OTHER VIOLENT NATURAL PHENOMENA ACROSS THE LAND, THEY WOULD PROBABLY BRING SHIT ALONG THAT THEY DON’T REALLY NEED BUT THEY DO ANYWAY FOR COMFORT’S SAKE, AND WOULD BE DROPPING PHENOMENALLY CYCLOPEAN GAME TOKENS ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF VILLAGES AND LOSING LIKE ONE GIGANTIC SANDAL OVER THE SILVER LINING WITHOUT GIVING IT A SECOND THOUGHT OR MAYBE CASTING AWAY A HELMET THE SIZE OF A VOLKSWAGEN BECAUSE THE STRAP IS BUSTED AND WHO CARES THEY CAN FORGE A NEW ONE IN THEIR LIGHTNING-POWERED SMELTER WHEN THEY GET HOME, AND THEN I MADE THE LEAP IN UNDERSTANDING THAT THIS EVENT, THIS BIZARRE JOYRIDE-LIKE MIGRATION, OCCURS ANNUALLY, WHICH MEANS THAT ONCE A YEAR (MAYBE EVERY TWO OR THREE, TO ACCOUNT FOR DROUGHT YEARS) THERE ARE A NUMBER OF STORM GIANTS CRUISING OVERHEAD, DROPPING NOT ONLY THE REQUISITE LIGHTNING AND TORRENTIAL RAINS BUT ALSO THE SAME SORTS OF HOUSEHOLD JUNK AND LOOSE CHANGE AND OCCASIONALLY THINGS WE TRULY PRIZE (LIKE THAT 300 POUND GOLD RING ENGRAVED WITH SEVERAL NAKED DANCING LADIES), UNKNOWINGLY, INTO THE LIVES OF THOSE WHO LIVE—IN WHATEVER SENSE—BELOW US…

syringesin:

…AND THEN I REALIZED THAT, WHEN THESE STORM GIANTS ARE OUT SHEPHERDING THUNDERSTORMS AND OTHER VIOLENT NATURAL PHENOMENA ACROSS THE LAND, THEY WOULD PROBABLY BRING SHIT ALONG THAT THEY DON’T REALLY NEED BUT THEY DO ANYWAY FOR COMFORT’S SAKE, AND WOULD BE DROPPING PHENOMENALLY CYCLOPEAN GAME TOKENS ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF VILLAGES AND LOSING LIKE ONE GIGANTIC SANDAL OVER THE SILVER LINING WITHOUT GIVING IT A SECOND THOUGHT OR MAYBE CASTING AWAY A HELMET THE SIZE OF A VOLKSWAGEN BECAUSE THE STRAP IS BUSTED AND WHO CARES THEY CAN FORGE A NEW ONE IN THEIR LIGHTNING-POWERED SMELTER WHEN THEY GET HOME, AND THEN I MADE THE LEAP IN UNDERSTANDING THAT THIS EVENT, THIS BIZARRE JOYRIDE-LIKE MIGRATION, OCCURS ANNUALLY, WHICH MEANS THAT ONCE A YEAR (MAYBE EVERY TWO OR THREE, TO ACCOUNT FOR DROUGHT YEARS) THERE ARE A NUMBER OF STORM GIANTS CRUISING OVERHEAD, DROPPING NOT ONLY THE REQUISITE LIGHTNING AND TORRENTIAL RAINS BUT ALSO THE SAME SORTS OF HOUSEHOLD JUNK AND LOOSE CHANGE AND OCCASIONALLY THINGS WE TRULY PRIZE (LIKE THAT 300 POUND GOLD RING ENGRAVED WITH SEVERAL NAKED DANCING LADIES), UNKNOWINGLY, INTO THE LIVES OF THOSE WHO LIVE—IN WHATEVER SENSE—BELOW US…