Always remember your kid’s name. Always remember where you put your kid. Don’t let your kid drive until their feet can reach the pedals. Use the right size diapers… for yourself. And when in doubt, make funny faces.
Likes: Sherlock, LOTR, Space & Doctor Who Dislikes: Spiders, Furries, & Winona Ryder.
The photo above is the closest humanity has ever come to creating Medusa.
If you were to look at this, you would die instantly. End of story.
The image is of a reactor core lava formation in the basement of the Chernobyl nuclear plant. It’s called the Elephant’s Foot and weighs hundreds of tons, but is only a couple meters across.
Oh, and regarding the Medusa thing? This picture was taken through a mirror around the corner of the hallway. Because the wheeled camera they sent up to take pictures of it was destroyed by the radiation.
I wonder if they could get pictures in colour now or maybe get an accurate heat reading off of that thing, if it’s still all there.
It’s crazy to think that something can be that strong that it would kill you by just looking at it. Though it’s understandable. I’d like a heat reading off of it.
Oh my god
I have such a science boner right now
Do you know how fucking dense that must be to weigh hundreds of tons?
Pretty fucking dense.
I found this video for anyone who wants to see a video of the thing (although it’s not the best quality). This thing is a serious monster. I have a little trouble deciphering this Wikipedia article, but from what I gather, this thing weighs 1,200 tons (2,400,000 pounds - a number I cannot even begin to fathom) and is only losing about 22 pounds of uranium per year. It resists its environment and if the shelter is improved, that loss is expected to drop.
I am simply astounded by the sheer power and properties of radiation and nuclear power plants. This is seriously scary stuff. Not to mention its effects on humans. i find deformed humans very, very unnerving. The mutations that radiation cause are the worst, in my opinion, than say, genetic mutations. This video shows some of the mutations from the Chernobyl meltdown (warning: these are very disturbing images, so view at your own risk).
Here’s another website with a collection of Chernobyl pictures, mostly of the building itself (no mutation pictures, so unless you’re upset by major destruction, this is a really cool look-through). This is my favorite picture because it really shows the dripping of the radioactive fuel/debris lava out of the valve. I just find it so absolutely terrifying that something like this could ever happen. Radiation is seriously scary stuff. What I want to know is how they took that picture.
Oh holy shit this is terrifying. The color just makes it worse. It’s like a volcano erupted indoors. Which is probably a pretty accurate analogy, plus tons of radiation to go with it. “”Corium” is only formed during a reactor meltdown as a product of the solid fuel fissioning uncontrollably. This super-hot fuel turns into a liquid and melts its way through steel, concrete, and whatever else that might be in contact with it. So it’s a mixture of fuel and various building materials,” the admin says in the comments.
This article says that Chernobyl will stay radioactive for 100,000 years.
Radiation is just unfathomably scary stuff.
Okay I just remembered this and I regretted not tagging it so I found it again through google and yeah wow I still can’t get over this… It’s so horrible yet at the same time it’s astoundingly intriguing? It’s like a real-life eldritch abomination.
this is some real life scp shit right here
(that video. the helicopter just fucking melts out of the sky. it was terrifying and I wish I hadn’t watched it.)
I’m watching the videos on it now. The whole ordeal is just unnerving and eerie.
In order to celebrate the newest installment of The Hobbit trilogy movies: The Desolation of Smaug, we present to you, the labor of love and dedication from some wonderful talents of The Hobbit fandom.
The love which took shape in massive compilation of fanfics and fancomics into a massive anthology fanbook!
MIZIMEL: hobbit anthology fanbook
is currently open for pre-order between 5th - 26th March 2014
to pre-order, please place your order through THIS LINK.
Books will be shipped starting from 5th April 2014. We ship worldwide.
NOTE: this is a non-profit project with limited prints, we will only print it as much as the amount of pre-orders that we receive, with maybe a few copy more to be sold at Singapore Toy Game and Comic Convention 2014 (table not confirmed yet). Also, no reprint.
Prize: USD16 (shipping fee excluded)
Size: 12.8 x 18 cm
Pages: 195 (approx)
Physical: soft cover + matte laminated jacket cover.
Contains: Any genre you might need, but please keep in mind that there are some stories in the anthology fanbook which contain homosexual and heterosexual relationship undertones, though not anything bombastically explicit, hence the rating PG-13.
THE LOVELY CONTRIBUTORS
Check them out to have a taste of how these amazing people put their mind and energy in churning out beautiful works of art.
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Girl composing a poem under the cherry blossoms in the night, end of the 18th middle of the 19th century, Menard Art Museum
From wiki: “Katsushika Ôi was the daughter of ukiyo-e artist Katsushika Hokusai by his second wife, and an accomplished painter in her own right. She is one of a very few prominent women artists in pre-modern or early modern Japanese history.
Ôi is not known to have designed any single-sheet woodblock prints, but at least two books name her as the illustrator.”
This fucking photo ruined my life whenever I think about it I burst out laughing I have gotten so many detentions cause of this fucking cat duckface monster
that is a fucking ewok
i love how they didn’t even say any thing. they just all stood there…
No, they literally formed an unlikely line
The Muggle Studies classroom is always locked. In fact, there are few rooms in the castle with as much magical protection. There’s a special password needed to enter that’s distributed carefully to the year’s students on the first day of classes. They are sworn to secrecy and, to date, no one has broken that trust.
There’s more to this security than just fear of vandalism, though there has been that. Charity Burbage spent more than her fair share of time scrubbing nasty messages off her office door when she first started teaching. For a while it was a point of pride that she used her own effort to remove the hateful words. Then came the morning when she fell asleep next to a bucket of soapy water and was nearly late for her first lesson of the day. After that, she cast a Repelling Charm on her office and tried not to feel guilty about it.
The real reason for the layers of charms wrapped around the classroom is what goes on after hours. If you were to stroll by on any given night. you may see a tearful first year or a stressed out fifth year or even a cool and confident prefect strolling up to the door. You’d see them execute a complex set of wand patterns, whisper a word, and look around furtively before they enter.
If you were to follow them in (and I would not suggest this, for the room has its own way of dealing with intruders), you’d see students of all Houses and years, talking and studying and reading. But you may miss what they have in common: they’re all Muggle born. This classroom is the after-hours refuge of those who feel as if they don’t belong, those who find themselves trapped between the magical and the mundane, their parents and their classmates. Here there are shelves of magazines whose covers don’t move; there are stacks of textbooks on science and math, heavy tomes of Shakespeare and thin volumes of poetry.
In the corner you may see Justin Finch-Fletchley studying for his A-levels. He had promised his mum that he would at least try for them, even if he wasn’t sure he would ever leave the magical world. Sometimes Hermione Granger joins him, and they teach each other calculus and world history and pore over the periodic table.
By the fireplace you could find that tearful first year sitting with the calm prefect, their heads bent close. You might hear the first year pour out his heart, outline his fears, confess his insecurities. The prefect could respond in kind, admitting to the knot of confusion that lies underneath her placid exterior. They might then take out their wands and practice a spell, or pull out a child’s fairy tale collection and read aloud.
If you were a Muggle-born, this might be your sanctuary. It might be the place you miss most when you go home for the summer and try to fit your square peg into a world of round holes. It might be what you defend at the Battle of Hogwarts, fighting for your right to be confused and not fit in. It might be why you come back as the new Muggle Studies professor, why you create an after-hours class to help others get their A-levels and apply to university.
But then again, it might be just another classroom.
(written and submitted by the lovely ppyajunebug. There’s a tremendous sweetness to this that I find very appealing, something comforting about knowing that the Muggle-borns have their own space. This blog often explores the horrifying and strange, but sometimes it’s nice to consider good things, as well.)
just a couple of hipsters