|—||― Agatha Christie (via psych-quotes)|
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I apologise for any ovary explosions this post may have caused.
Oh god, they know….
Omfg, I just saw this on Twitter. dksfjdslkj
ABORT THE MISSION!
a lake in montana whose water is so clear it appears shallow, when really its over 100 feet deep!
this is actually kinda terrifying because what if someone doesn’t know how deep it is, so they go diving and try to swim to the bottom, but they always seem just out of reach, so they just keep swimming… and when they realize something’s wrong it’s too late
Imagine seeing a body at the bottom….
tumblr has the ability to turn everything beautiful into something terrifying
What if you see a skeleton at the bottom of what appears to be a shallow part of the lake. As you dive down to check them out you notice the water is deeper than you originally thought. Much deeper. You come to realize that there is no way these remains could be human, you’re not even half-way down and already the skull already looks bigger than your car
This started so tranquil and then it turned into Friday the 13th
How’s that girl going back to the shore anyway
|—||― Allan Lokos (via psych-quotes)|
What happened when strangers saw a little boy shivering outside without a coat. See the full video here.
Ever think somebody you know might be a psychopath? Read this and see. It’s possible.
Can you roll your tongue like this?
If you CAN, then please REBLOG.
This is for serious science! because I have an assignment in my biology class to do a survey on how many people can or cannot roll their tongues.
If you CANNOT roll your tongue like that, then please FAVOURITE this post!
you can de-favourite the post or delete it from your blog in about two weeks if you desire to do so, but I plead you to take part in this survey of serious science! thanks
tigers in the snow at the milwaukee county zoo
*Note to reader: Names, characters, and themes of this work are highly influenced by major fandoms and scifi classics in my life; however, I do promise that the way in which it is presented is new, anyway enjoy. Feel free to message me to comment, criticize, praise, etc. my story.*
Looking down the window, Nikita saw the busy preparations being made for the upcoming celebration. Like diligent worker bees, everyone at the School and Preschool had jobs to fulfill to ensure everything went with minimal complications. Now looking up, the glare of the plasma orbs floating in the sky made her flinch momentarily until her eyes adjusted to the white-blue light emanating from the orbs. As if the orbs were large fireflies performing synchronized swimming, the City’s ceiling was as clear as a normal, sunny day, though none of them truly knew what that meant.
A beeping sound came from her hands and a small flashing reddish light glowed under her skin. Gently pressing the lightsource, a hologram projected itself a few centimeters from where her fingers touched her skin. It was a message from the Preschool; they were ready for inspection. Seeing the long day ahead of her, Nikita sighed then started to make her way to the Gestation Room.
Walking down the hallway, Soldiers guarded the entrance to her level. Half-organic and half-machine, these humanoid creations were meant to be the direct hand of Big Sister, intervening when seemed fit; though, to be honest, they have become nothing more than obsolete machines needing periodic maintenance for an unnecessary job. Reaching the ground level, she walked through the small straits connecting the School to to the rest of the City. The putrefying smells of the canal system that connected the whole City together filled the air with the smell described in books as “swamps and marshes”. If these ancient ecosystems’ scents were like this, Nikita did not even desire to know what other places’ aromas were like.
In front of her a huge, ceramic arch stood decorated with a mural to honor the ancients and their false gods. From the Greeks to the Han, a small pantheonic assembly placed all the ancient beliefs staring at the keystone of the arch where the word for Big Sister in the archaic tongue of the Romans stood, Primogenita. Walking through the Preschool’s halls, memories flooded Nikita’s mind as she approached her destination.
Her fondest memory was her trip to Mycaiga at the edge of the City. Giant, soft fungi stood nearly a hundred-feet high from the ground. The moisture of the air was so dense, Nikita felt it somewhat hard to breath, yet the scent of fresh, black soil filled the air. The glowing, pulsating colors around her made her feel as if she were hallucinating and entering into one of the Wonderland’s landscapes. The beating fluorescent-reds and electric blues patterned the trunks of the fungal trees, appearing as if the giant polyps were communicating with each other. To a point, everyone believed that these strange organisms were sentient, but no real efforts had been made to confirm nor deny this. Like Big Sister had said we do not own this earth, merely cohabit it with myriads of myriads of other living things, and as such, we must give them their space as they have given ours. As such, the City did not build in this place, but rather around it. The morels and other conical mushrooms were the most displayful of all, creating such a vibrant light show that strange geometric figures and patterns manifested themselves on their skins.
Curiously, Nikita touched one of them, and as if awakening a thousand small light, her palm made the fungal skin light a dime violet for a few seconds. Their skin was soft but slightly wet, Nikita loved that feeling. As she continued walking through the small path, a tree had fallen over, clearly already decomposing. Trying to step over it, her hand went straight through the mushy skin of the trunk. Inside the trunk lay a small family of isopods. Nearly a foot and a half long, these giant woodlice had fascinating bioluminescent swirling patterns on their purplish exoskeleton. Nikita could not resist and started to touch the backs of the critters. Upon contact, they instinctively chitter and dispersed, moving rather quickly for such large insects. The one that Nikita touched immediately curled up into a near-perfect sphere while secreting a stinky greenish substance in between the segments of its exoskeleton. When the scent reached Nikita’s nostrils, she jump away as the stench stung her nose and eyes. She backed into a nearby tree and bounced right off because of the trunks spongy property. Spooked by the whole incident, she ran further into the forest, straying from the path that kept her away from the dangers that lurked inward.
When she was finally out of breath, she leaned against the trunk of a giant, green puffball. She remembered reading in her “Biology of Mycaigian Organisms” that upon contact with the spherical portion of this fungus, it would disintegrate and release a dense cloud of spores that for many early explorers caused suffocation, pneumonia, and death. As she looked up the puffball, she began to slowly step away, but after a yard away she stepped into something hard and solid unlike the rest of the soft, fertile soil around her. Suddenly the ground beneath her began shifting and moving away from her. Footlong pincers crawled inside the earth and then Nikita realized what she had stepped on - a 10-foot centipede.
Happening upon this arthropodic titan, Nikita felt as if a boulder had landed within the pit of her stomach and as if a rope had wrapped itself around her neck, tightening her with every passing millisecond. As the rope grew into a full body suit progressively immobilizing her entire body, she knew she would only survive if she ran right now. She dashed with such acceleration, all shapes around her blurred into streams of monochromatic shapes. Unfortunately, the response of the segmented monster was faster than here and its tail segments knocked her feet off the ground, causing her to crash into the nearby puffball.
The trunk bounced her off in front of the centipede that was now staring over her with its obsidian black eyes. The puffball burst and a green miasma manifested where the the sphere once stood. The centipede looked up and it’s antennae began to glow red in the detention of a noxious gas. Upon the detection, the spiracles on the centipede’s abdomen instinctively shut, preventing from any air entering is tracheal breathing system. Nikita saw her chance and crawled a foot away never breaking eye contact with the beast’s location and placing her hand over her face to stop from breathing in the deadly spore cloud. The centipede stared back at Nikita and opens its jaw preparing to stoke. Nikita knew it was over and yet she clung to the hope that this was a mere dream. As if Big Sister was guarding over, a 6-foot dragonfly attacked the face of the centipede, piercing through the tough exoskeleton with its lower jaw. The cracking of its outer skin caused the centipede to screech in a deafening sound of its face being ripped apart and eaten. It swung its head towards the ground in a desperate attempt to hurt the odonate, but being more astute, the flying savior pushed its head to the ground with the aided momentum and pushed it down until its cephalic segment was completely crushed. The rest of the segments’ pincers twitched but Nikita could tell the body was lifeless.
Left breathless of the entire encounter, she realized the deadly gas was only arm-length away, she ran from the cloud vigorously, empowered by the whole experience. As she ran, she looked back for a moment and silently thanked her winged crusader.
From that moment on, Nikita knew she was meant to live to serve a higher purpose and had since worn a red dragonfly amulet made from clay.
|—||― John Brunner (via psych-quotes)|