The signs as Shakespearean insults

reallyshittyzodiacposts:

Aries: “I do desire we may be better strangers”

Taurus: “You scullion. You rampallian. You fustilarian. I’ll tickle your catastrophe.”

Gemini: “Thou art a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle in my corrupted blood.”

Cancer: “There’s no more faith in thee than a stewed prune.”

Leo: “Thou art as fat as butter.”

Virgo: “Peace, ye fat guts.”

Libra: “Thou cream-faced loon.”

Scorpio: “You, minion, are too saucy.”

Sagittarius: “A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen as you are toss’d with.”

Capricorn: “Thou art the son and heir of a mongrel bitch.”

Aquarius: “Your virginity breeds mites, much like a cheese.”

Pisces: “Thou leathern-jerken, crystal-button, knot-pated, agatering, puke-stocking, caddis-garter, smooth-tongue, Spanish pouch.”

syqitten:

auroralynches:

you know what i really want? a modern dudebro vampire. just a typical obnoxious straight boy in a neon tank top and cargo shorts who also happens to be a creature of the night.

“okay, dude, i’m only feeding on you ‘cause i’m starving and there aren’t any hot girls around. no homo.” “wait, you’re gonna suck my blood?” “no, i’m gonna drink your blood. i don’t suck, that’s gay. don’t make this weird, bro”

“ah, i see you’re staring pensively out the window, chad. ruminating on the curse of your newfound immortality?” “nah man, it’s just… i got, like, some flecks of blood on my adidas while i was feeding and they haven’t come out…”

“we do not drink… wine.” “okay but is beer cool? and can we still smoke weed?”

he joins a 24-hour gym because being undead and allergic to sunlight is no excuse for skipping leg day. tragic music swells as he looks over his “sun’s out guns out” tanks (he has seven of them). his coven is a fraternity. someone make this happen

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ask and ye shall recieve

orplid:

Virginia Woolf and her lover, the English poet Vita Sackville-West

“Look here Vita — throw over your man, and we’ll go to Hampton Court and dine on the river together and walk in the garden in the moonlight and come home late and have a bottle of wine and get tipsy, and I’ll tell you all the things I have in my head, millions, myriads — They won’t stir by day, only by dark on the river. Think of that. Throw over your man, I say, and come.”

– Virginia Woolf’s 1927 Love Letter to Vita Sackville-West

fuckyeahphysica:

Refractive index.

In optics the refractive index or index of refraction n of an optical medium is a dimensionless number that describes how light, or any other radiation, propagates through that medium. It is defined as

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where c is the speed of light in vacuum and v is the phase velocity of light in the medium. 

For example, the refractive index of water is 1.33, meaning that light travels 1.33 times faster in a vacuum than it does in water.

Physics of invisibility.

If you want to make something invisible,you have to ensure that the index of refraction of the object and the medium where you are hiding it remain the same and also that the object is transparent and colorless. 

Those are not mystical drops of water from heaven in the animation, but mere polymer balls. The reason why they turn invisible once dropped into water is because their index of refraction and that of water are the same and as you can see they are also colorless and transparent. Thus creating the illusion of invisibility.

What would happen if they were colored is a topic for another post.

Fun Fact.

If you would like to take a bite at something like this, then japan has the perfect dish for your palette.

mizu shingen mochi 

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( Extra:

 Learn to Cook your own Mizu Shingen Mochi- here 

Get your own polymer balls here)