"Markiplier is now a Makeup channel"
that last gif will give me nightmares 5ever
photos of sakurajima, the most active volcano in japan, by (click pic) takehito miyatake (previously featured) and martin rietze. volcanic storms can rival the intensity of massive supercell thunderstorms, but the source of the charge responsible for this phenomenon remains hotly debated.
in the kind of storm clouds that generate conventional lightning, ice particles and soft hail collide, building up positive and negative charges, respectively. they separate into layers, and the charge builds up until the electric field is high enough to trigger lightning.
but the specific mechanism by which particles of differing charges are separated in the ash cloud is still unknown. lightning has been observed between the eruption plume and the volcano right at the start of an eruption, suggesting that there are processes that occur inside the volcano to lead to charge separation.
volcanic lightning could yield clues about the earth’s geological past, and could answer questions about the beginning of life on our planet. volcanic lightning could have been the essential spark that converted water, hydrogen, ammonia, and methane molecules present on a primeval earth into amino acids, the building blocks of life.
(see also: previous volcanology posts)
It’s a heartbreaking story told in just six pictures.
After a fire destroyed nine houses on one block of Garland Street in Detroit, the Detroit News looked back to tell the block’s story. While their reporting went back nearly a century, the images only need to go back seven years to make an impact.
Who the fuck named the Sahara Desert anyway
Sahara is just the Arabic word for “deserts”
You fucking named it the Desert Desert
way to fucking go
I’ll take “European Imperialists Who Never Bothered To Translate The Local Languages” for $200, Alex.
"Soviet" means "union"
The Union Union
We’re good at this.
the world is full of nothing but moon moons we are all moon moon all of us
give me the reasons not to reblog this.
they don’t exist
You don’t see many Mumford and Sons gifsets. This is really cool.
YOU DON’T SEE MANY MUMFORD AND SONS GIFSETS
It scares me that there’s only 1000 reblogs.
It scares me that there’s only 3000 reblogs.
how old is google?
google is 13 today
Google was founded September 4, 1998. Unfortunately I am younger than Google by a month and 21 days
Of course. Good lord.
its called The Storm Door. an its mostly true there have been events like this that have happened to me while living in this house/room. so i hope you enjoy :3
The Storm Door.
My room is basically a renovated porch not meant to be lived in. We moved to this house several years ago it needed a lot of work but hell it was damn near free. It took a few months to fix up the three bedrooms and the living room. The kitchen and bathrooms could wait a while. but seeing as there were five of us living here I needed a place to rest my head besides the nasty couch we had. My dad suggested the use of the inclosed porch said over time we’ll get it all fixed up like a real room. Well its been over three years an all that’s got done was the walls got painted. I still live like we could move any moment but I know were here for a while. Now when I first started sleeping on the porch I had made an area for my animals a guinea pig and a rabbit Pig pig and Ramsay are their names. They basically had free run of the room, but at night they would both huddle together under my glass table that my TV sat upon. The light outside had a slight short in it so it would come on randomly or when an animal would pass by. One night tho I couldn’t sleep I was up watching a movie my bunny on the bed with me. I notice his ears perk up and face away from the TV to the storm door that leads to the outside.
"Whats up Rams?" I ask him.
He thumps an the light comes on, we both look over frozen on the bed as we hear someone talking. I keep hunting knives in my room for when i go fishing an such I grabbed one off my side table. The voice is getting closer but I don’t see a shadow or hear any foot steps. I sit quietly awaiting to see someone or something appear at my door. Waiting a while the voice stops, I quietly get up walking to my door. Looking out I see nothing but darkness and what my porch light has lit up. I turn walking back to my bed when Pig Pig starts squealing like she had been hurt she bolts out from under my bed an to the door squeaking at the top of her lungs. That’s when I turned an looked back out my door between my dad’s truck and my car was a black figure with neon green eyes he stood about six foot ten. I was paralyzed with fear my rabbit thumping and my guinea pig still yelling finally awoke my dad. He came running in wondering what was going on. I simply pointed out the door into the darkness the porch light now off.
I didn’t talk the entire next day just got my animals out of that room while my dad installed a brand new front door. He walked out into the living room sitting down next to me putting his arm around me.
"Your safe now got your blackout curtains hung, new door in, and I even fixed that stupid light." He smiled. "Next week we finally get you some carpet in that room."
I smiled, but I still wonder what in the world that thing could have been.
now i know where all that bread came from thats just sitting around my house.
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