Silver Tongue

evilwizard:

lovecolibri:

Saw the Ides of March trending and was like “oh no, did I miss it?!” Nope! It’s not for another WEEK tumblr is just already preparing and getting ready. Love this for us.

it’s really important that we all prepare well in advance or else julius caesar might not get stabbed this year

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:
“SHE DOIN HER BEST
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thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

SHE DOIN HER BEST

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knafeh-zarafa:

exeggcute:

pandemic episode of malcolm in the middle: malcolm struggles to reconcile his commitment to quarantine safety measures with the fact that all the girls his age are so lonely and isolated that they’re suddenly willing to go on dates with HIM, of all people. reese discovers that egging neighbors’ houses still counts as a “socially-distanced” activity and has the time of his life. dewey does some mental calculus and realizes that he gets fewer wedgies per day from his brothers than he does from the school bully and decides he’ll keep these lockdowns in effect at all costs, so he starts calling in fake pandemic data to local health districts to bump the numbers up. lois gets in a physical altercation with a non-masker at the lucky aide and starts duct taping people’s mouths shut, which craig finds both alarming and oddly alluring. (craig then immediately gets infected from licking his hand to slick back his hair in a bid to impress her.) hal works from home but, after slacking off on the family computer all day, is driven to obsession by the thought of becoming the digital solitaire world champion.

Hal makes it to the finals of an online tournament and is moments away from winning the $100,000 prize but at the last second one of Reese’s wayward eggs causes a neighborhood wide power outage. The episode ends with Hal wailing with anguish in the pitch black house.

thirty thousand notes and this is the only good addition anyone has made. you understand malcolm in the middle.

kyraneko:

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headspace-hotel:

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bluwubewwy:

plantaffinity:

Please retire the “we are made of stardust” phrase I am so tired of it

Stars are made of flesh

I change my mind bring back the original phrase

If I remember correctly, elements heavier than iron are only created when a star dies.

This is interesting because 1) it places a lower bound on when life can evolve, and when life is most likely to evolve, assuming any of a number of certain chemical compositions are necessary and 2) it means that a significant portion of the matter around us was forged by the death of a star.

Stars, when they die, can create new elements and I think that’s cool as fuck.

I looked it up, actually it’s like this:

Helium and Hydrogen were created by the Big Bang.

Elements from Helium up to Iron are created by stars through nuclear fusion during their lifetimes (In a process called Stellar Nucleosynthesis)

And elements heavier than iron cannot be created except by Supernova Nucleosynthesis, by the collapse and death of a star, and elements from silicon through iron still are mainly created by Supernova Nucleosynthesis, since stars big enough to create them by fusion in life are pretty rare

The stardust makes you alive! It’s neat.

This! Yes!

Okay, so, this is a thing we actually know a bit about.

While what you’ve brought up is the leading theory, and has been for a good while, there are some inconsistencies – particularly with the far end of the stable elements and the radioactive elements. The amounts produced in Supernova Nucleosynthesis would be far too low to actually account for the amounts seen in the universe.

So, how were they created?

The best theory we have is collisions between neutron stars.

When two neutron stars collide, they produce a supernova with the required energy density to create those ultraheavy elements, which means that not only are you made of stardust, if this theory is correct, you are made of stardust that was released when two of the most violent, extreme objects in the universe collided, possibly billions of years ago, hundreds of millions of lightyears away.

You are the wreckage of a violent multi-star pileup

WE ARE MADE OF THE DEATH OF STARS

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here, have an extremely wholesome tiktok to detox your dash