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This is amazing, just don’t read the username first.: jelloapocalypse S eternal-savvy-blog Follow sixpenceee These swimming pools with black tiles are my aesthetic. gabriel-patches-titanfeather Make the black tiles out of that black material that absorbs all light and swim over the void. ract facts-i-just-made-up Fun fact about Vantablack- Because it absorbs all light, it heats up very fast. If exposed to direct sunlight, it takes in all the UV and heat and contains them, and can reach heats well over 212°F, the boiling point of water. So if you did coat the pool in that material, the water would boil as soon as the sun touched it, killing everyone swimming in it. But that's not all. The flash boiling of an entire pool of chlorinated water would release the chlorine as gas, which would kill everyone within a 200ft radius of the pool. And it doesn't end there. The release of chlorine gas combined with the heat of the black tiles would be more than sufficient to fuse the boiled hydrogen ions with the chlorine, creating an explosive reaction with the nitrogen in the air. So shortly after everyone in the pool boils and everyone around the pool dies of chlorine gas poisoning, the region would explode with the force of a small atomic bomb (8kt for a pool like those pictured above), leveling about 50 city blocks. You'd think that would be bad enough, but get this- Such chemical explosions expel gamma rays. Gamma rays ionize hematite, which is the mineral from which the black material mentioned is made. This creates Scopohyoscpnol, a compound known as "The Zombie Drug" because it essentially erases the brain and induces cannibalistic tendencies in its victim. It can be transmitted through saliva, infecting all who are bitten within hours. So basically, if you did have Vantablack tiles in your pool, you would boil your friends, poison your neighbors, nuke your city, and condemn the globe to a zombie plague. But to be fair, it would look pretty cool. - meltinggoldanddippingthingsinit This is really well-done. I skipped over the username and kept believing even as it got ridiculous. Source: sixpenceee 260,387 notes ifunny.ce This is amazing, just don’t read the username first.

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lolzandtrollz: Psychologist Writes The Most Perfect Letter To His Daughter: A psychologist goes to Target and after visiting the make-up aisle, he decides to write this letter to his young daughter: Dear Little One, As I write this, I'm sitting in the makeup aisle of our local Target store. A friend recently texted me froma different makeup aisle and told me it felt like one of the most oppressive places in the world. I wanted to find out what he meant. Flat OOOKS HAN UR LAF And now that I'm sitting here, I'm beginning to agree with him. Words have power, and the words on display in this aisle have a deep power. Words and phrases like: Affordably gorgeous, Infallible, Flawless finish, Brilliant strength, Liquid power, Go nude, Age defying, Instant age rewind, Choose your dream, Nearly naked, and Natural beauty. When you have a daughter you start to realize she's just as strong as everyone else in the house-a force to be reckoned with, a soul on fire with the same life and gifts and passions as any man. But sitting in this store aisle, you also begin to realize most people won't see her that way. Theyll see her as a pretty face and a body to enjoy. And they'll tell her she has to look a certain way to have any worth or influence. But words do have power and maybe, just maybe, the words of a father can begin to compete with the words of the world. Maybe a father's words can deliver his daughter through this gauntlet of institutionalized shame and into a deep, unshakeable sense of her own worthiness and beauty. A father's words aren't different words, but they are words with a radically different meaning: BRILLIANT STRENGTH: May your strength be not in your fingernails but in your heat. May you discem in your center who you are, and then may you fearfully but tenaciously live it out in the world. CHOOSE YOUR DREAM: But not from a department store shelf. Find the still-quiet place within you. A real dream has been planted there. Discover what you want to do in the world. And when you have chosen, may you faithfully pursue it, with integrity and with hope. NAKED: The world wants you to take your clothes off. Please keep them on. But take your gloves off. Pull no punches. Say what is in your heart. Be vulnerable. Embrace risk. Love a world that barely knows what it means to love itself. Do so nakedly. Openly. With abandon. INFALLIBLE: May you be constantly, infallibly aware that infallibility doesn't exist. It's an illusion created by people interested in your wallet. If you choose to seek perfection, may it be in an infallible grace-for yourself, and for everyone around you. AGE DEFYING: Your skin will wrinkle and your youth will fade, but your soul is ageless. It will always know how to play and how to enjoy and how to revel in this one-chance life. May you always defiantly resist the aging of your spirit. FLAWLESS FINISH: Your finish has nothing to do with how your face looks today and everything to do with how your life looks on your last day. May your years be a preparation for that day. May you be aged by grace, may you grow in wisdom, and may your love become big enough to embrace all people. May your flawiess finish be a peaceful embrace of the end and the unknown that follows, and may it thus be a gift to everyone who cherishes you. Little One, you love everything pink and frilly and I wll surely understand if someday makeup is important to you. But I pray three words will remain more important to you-the last three words you say every night, when I ask the question: "Where are you the most beautiful?" Three words so bright no concealer can cover them. Where are you the most beautiful? On the inside. From my heart to yours, Daddy you should probably go to TheMetaPicture.com lolzandtrollz: Psychologist Writes The Most Perfect Letter To His Daughter

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What if?omg-humor.tumblr.com: cthuhubringerofoookins themid.. Source: ness-and-ins O003 03na4am 24 demigods-in-the-tards mootiness: delicatness checkmyshon123 gratuitousabs: a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know? One minute, 37 seconds. My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None. One minute, 29 secods I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross. overcrowded cateteria One minute, six seconds. Somewhere within these four wals, someone has the exact same countdown on their wrist. They're going through the exact same pressure as me. 54 seconds. Mom said I shouid be excited, not nervous. Yet still find myset wiping my sweaty pams on my dress. I can't beleve she talked me into wearing a dress I mean, shouldn't my Soul Mate meet me as I normaly am? All plain jeans, blah shirts, and wild brown curis? 30 seconds Something deep within me tels me to stand up. I do, drawing the attention of my tablemates. They all know too, They smle encouragingly up at me. chew my Ip nervously. 25 seconds That same feeling puls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away trom me as take a step in that direction. 20 seconds. Icontinue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up. 19. Faster 18. Quicker. 17, More rapid 16. It's racing. Oh my god this is it. The moment my afe changes forever My eyes search franticaly around the cafeteria searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someane who's heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me. 10 seconds. The teeling directs me sightly to the let. I turn to accomodate. 5. My heart has ghven up entrely 4.1 stop walking 3. Just wating left 2. Everything is about to change 1. Deep breath 0000 d 00 h 00 m 00s Someone bumps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones "Hello there, love. It appears as though we're- Soul Mates then, eh?" As my words fal me, the only thing1 can think is Tm so glad I shaved this morning. I'm sitting outside a cafe when it happens, sipping some cheap drink, pretending to enjoy the sunshine. The counter runs to zero, and there is an audible click the tab deactivates, fals off. The cink of polyurethane to cobblestone fioor is echoed a few feet ahead of me. I shake a proffed hand, look up at a dsdaintul face This is al I get? It's just a couple more weeks, now. I've been watching closely as the numbers tick steadily down. Just a couple more weeks, I keep telling myself. Out of my group of triends, I'm on what they like to cal the "fast track" people whose numbers start much lower than others. Two weeks, six days, fiteen hours. The clock keeps ticking. Two weeks, one day, four hours The days are getting so close now Fm pretty sure my uncontrolable excitement is starting to seriously annoy everyone around me. My friends tease me incessantly about who they imagine my soul mate wil be. Tal, short. tat dmples, nail biter, foot tapper At one week, three days, and seven hours, the clock stops Instead of a soul mate I get condolences, a therapist, and a broken clock he had atways tried to cover up his clock, it made him teel uneasy and he preferred not to know. He want the moment to be right because it feel right, not because the numbers on his wrist however accurate they might be) said so. Even so, He knew it is soon, the exact time slipped his mind but he knew that there were only hours left when he showered that morning. He had casually wondered what happens to the clock when it reaches zero... And so, on this day, the most important day of his life, Sean made no unusual etfort, the red scart around his wrist stopped the nerves. And the board under his feet distracted his mind. Where was he going? Sean wasn't sure. Fate knew Grinding to a stop at a busy road, his eyes were drawn to a boy in a bright blue sweatshirt, caretuly unnwrapping a bright red scarf from his right wrist He had his eyes closed, and appeared to be holding his breath Suddenly he opened his eyes, but before he looked at his wrist he giance upwards. Sean felt the thump of his heart stopping as their eyes met. The boy in blue began to run to Sean, his face full of happiness and uncertainty. forgetting to watch tramc. Sean was too late. A he could do was shout Bue was becoming stained with red as Sean ran to the fallen boy, He Iitted his right wrist to find the clock stopped at Od 0h Dm 1s and with a haunting feeling he began to unwrap his own wrist, he ddn't know what to hope for Sean's clock had stopped at Od 0h Om 1s There's a minute or so left. I am stil in my room, doodling on my laptop. The numbers bink to zero andi gasp. Ive drawn the most anatomically correct and dynamic figure I've ever been able to draw. "You excited? he asked. 1 can hardly stay soIl she replied. She could hear him chucking on the other side of the phone. His volce was deep when he spoke and she wondered if 1that's what he sounded ike in real life. She looked back down at her watch. One minute, forty seconds. She bounced in her place. She could hear the honking of cars on the other end. "Where are you? she asked Taking a wak he said. Then he gasped. "What? she asked, worried. Even though they had never officially met and had never seen a phato of the other, she had come to care for this voice on the other end of the phone. They had began e-mailing and soon they had grown very antached to each other see her. he said, in hushed tones. "On, my God, I see her. She knew who he was referring to. His clock counted down only a few seconds before hers. She felt her hopes falter, though she should have known trom the beginning that they could never have been together. "On, good!" she said, feigning happiness. She stepped off the curb and made to cross the road. A loud honk made her head snap around to see a truck racing towards her at ful speed.A hand grabbed her trozen body and puled her back. She clutched the stranger tightly, shivering. The clock on her wrist beeped as she looked up into green eyes. The boy put his phone to his ear. "Helo, he said, and his voice echoed from the speaker of her phone. s05 855 notes What if?omg-humor.tumblr.com

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