Amazing resonance experiment with salt
Using a vibrating metal plate connected to tone generator, Scientist Bruss Pup performs scientific magic by seemingly controlling and manipulating grains of salt to dance in specific patterns.
GUYS I DONT BELIEVE YOU UNDERSTAND HOW AMAZING THIS IS FUCKING LOOK AT IT.
IF YOU DON’T THINK THAT’S THE TIGHTEST SHIT YOU CAN JUST GET RIGHT OUTTA MY FACE.
omg i remember doing this at school
sex is cool but have u ever had garlic bread
The former South African president died today at age 95. Remember him through his uplifting and revolutionary words.
Taxidermist’s humor. http://naturelab.risd.edu/ At RISD.
::stares at longingly::
((Unless you play an OC at which point you should either feel very impressed or scared that person knows your character’s mind that well))
((Apparently Brooke and Keorob’s muses have gone on vacation without warning with their bf’s X3 Not sure when they’ll be back but I’ll try luring them back with a variety of treats. Until then, this blog is on semi-rp hiatus.
Sorry for the inconvenience))
- Plot out a legitimate RP idea with your partner
- Start RP
- THE RP IS NOW PORN
✹ - I cannot stand you.
✰- I need advice.
❥- Put a photo?
♣ - I hate your tumblr.
● - I admire you very much.
♥ - Will you marry me?
✿ﾟ - I love you.
☺ - I’m too ashamed to talk to you.
ღ - Wish you were mine.
△ - You are ridiculous.
✾ - Your tumblr is one of my favorites!
₪ - Leave tumblr. You are weak.
♔ - Age?
★ - Sexual orientation?
❈ - Last song you listened?
▲ - Favorite Number?
✖ - Your perfect girl/boy?
She would actually look like *this*
And sound a lot like *this* :3
all women were bigger and stronger than you
and thought they were smarter
women were the ones who started wars
too many of your friends had been raped by women wielding giant dildos
and no K-Y Jelly
the state trooper
who pulled you over on the New Jersey Turnpike
was a woman
and carried a gun
the ability to menstruate
was the prerequisite for most high-paying jobs
your attractiveness to women depended
on the size of your penis
every time women saw you
they’d hoot and make jerking motions with their hands
women were always making jokes
about how ugly penises are
and how bad sperm tastes
you had to explain what’s wrong with your car
to big sweaty women with greasy hands
who stared at your crotch
in a garage where you are surrounded
by posters of naked men with hard-ons
men’s magazines featured cover photos
of 14-year-old boys
tucked into the front of their jeans
and articles like:
“How to tell if your wife is unfaithful”
“What your doctor won’t tell you about your prostate”
“The truth about impotence”
the doctor who examined your prostate
was a woman
and called you “Honey”
you had to inhale your boss’s stale cigar breath
as she insisted that sleeping with her
was part of the job
you couldn’t get away because
the company dress code required
you wear shoes
designed to keep you from running
And what if
after all that
women still wanted you
to love them.
For the Men Who Still Don’t Get It, written 20 years ago by Carol Diehl.
She wrote a post about the history of this poem that is worth reading.
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Sigmund crossed his arms, letting the gleam of the moon shine on the saw. Though his eyes were unforgiving, he nodded and a small smirk curled onto his lips. Of course I would, but I am a murderer and probably enjoyed it far more. His smirk faded away as the though dissipated, “Yes, really… Why wouldn’t I?” I have slaughtered men for hurting those close to me before. “I understand why you would do it. Stop feeling so sorry for yourself over something logical. Finding out a close friend was harmed by someone so close by, of course you want revenge. Especially after you personally saved their life when you could have just let them die.”
He blinked, his gaze narrowing as he looked at the other, ears pulled back.
"What was that?" he questioned, lifting his head up from Brooke’s grasp as he turned to look at the medic.
"Would you care to run that by me again, Sigmund?" he spoke, shifting back into human form, taking a step closer to the cannibal. His eyes glowed and intense sapphire in anger, though not nearly as intensely as it had been before in his rage.
Sigmund raised his brow, not expecting the sudden outburst, “My apologies, what part didn’t you understand? The part of my forgiveness for your attempt at murder? Because I could just not if you would rather me hold a grudge. But honestly I don’t see any point in that seeing as Brooke would rather NOT have us at each others throat.”
A low growl escaped him.
"What was that about me feeling sorry for myself. I will have you know that I was not feeling sorry for myself."
He took another step forward, fangs bared and electricity sparking about his arm.
"Do you not realize that I could have killed you had Brooke not stopped me? Or are you truly as stupid as I’m starting to think you are? Honestly, I thought you were smarter than that?"
"I do realize that." his eyes burnt a look into Yue’s face, and a light gleam hit the others eye. Sigmund was still holding onto the saw. It looked like he was ready to use it. The wrong words would bring the serrated edge up despite Brooke being there. He did not want to die. "I am not going to apologize to you when it was my life on the line. I meant that you have nothing to feel sorry for, so quit being so fucking mad. Would it make you feel better if I only felt hatred toward you, because you are making it very easy for me."
"HEY! Both of you cut it out!" Brooke shouted finally, standing firmly in place between the two as she gave both of them a low growl and a stern look.
"Sigmund, enough! Don’t provoke him any further." She turns her head sharply to Yue. "And you, no more violence, the two of you can talk this out like a pair of civilized men. No more fighting on my property, got it you two?"