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             Hel steals booze from Asgard’s distillery, pass it on.

You say that like I’m ashamed of it, Dad.

(Source: witnessprotectionwithwings)

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((*wiggles ears at the world in general* I’m not actually dead, if you were wondering - I’ve just not really been around much. I’m back now, though.))

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sidhebeingbrand:

Coming soon — from What If Productions 

After surviving an unseasonable hurricane, Admiral Hornblower and his wife Lady Barbara wish only to recover and find transport back to England. But the strange weather is worsening, and deadly icebergs that threaten all ocean commerce have formed as if by magic in the balmy Caribbean.

It doesn’t take a seasoned sailor to understand that something is very wrong— and what about the whispers of menacing reptilian monsters that accompany the cold-? 

Help is at hand— a strange blue box, and a very old friend… 

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She hid everything from me, the sentimental old girl. Hid away temporal physics so completely that I lost spherical trigonometry too. Hid all the languages I knew so deeply that I couldn’t even relearn them. She was keeping me safe, you see, letting me be just human. I’m so sorry. I’d have come back. I’d have come back straight away, but when I pulled myself out of the Seine, I remembered too much. The end of the war; the course of history; I could have shattered the web of time.

I had to wait until now. Until it was all over; until Bonaparte was dead; until your admiralty was over. 
But I’m back now. Admiral— Lady Barbara— please come with me. Please come with me, I’ve got so much to show you.” 

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Cover by toughbreaks

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teslac0iled:

superwholockey:

tanzanator:

bookworm-for-life:



Limits of the Human Body by Soda Pop Avenue


I am a writer I say as I reblog this

i am an a R TIST

FUCK THIS I’M A MURDERER

This is great but wHEN WILL AMERICA USE THE DAMN METRIC SYSTEM NOW I NEED TO USE GOOGLE TO CALCULATE HOW HOT 107.6 F IS

Right, for those of you who, like me, operate in Celsius:
Body heat: 107.6˚F = 42˚C



Cold water: 40˚F = 4.44˚C



Hot air: 300˚F = 148.89˚C (120˚F = 48.89˚C)
Also, if you don’t work in feet:
High altitude: 15000’ = 4572m
Diving deep: 282’ = 85.95m
Accounting for the fact that an adult weighing 160lb/11st 6lb/72.58kg has, according to the medical texts I’ve encountered, 4.7-5l of blood, 40% blood loss would give you about 1.88-2l of blood outside the body. To put things into perspective, that’s about a family-sized coke bottle of blood:

Yes, that is enough blood to make a serious mess. Smaller people are able to survive losing less blood than larger ones, so be sure to factor in body mass before you start trying to quantify the amount of blood sloshing around where it shouldn’t be.

teslac0iled:

superwholockey:

tanzanator:

bookworm-for-life:

Limits of the Human Body by Soda Pop Avenue

I am a writer I say as I reblog this

i am an a R TIST

FUCK THIS I’M A MURDERER

This is great but wHEN WILL AMERICA USE THE DAMN METRIC SYSTEM NOW I NEED TO USE GOOGLE TO CALCULATE HOW HOT 107.6 F IS

Right, for those of you who, like me, operate in Celsius:

  • Body heat: 107.6˚F = 42˚C

  • Cold water: 40˚F = 4.44˚C

  • Hot air: 300˚F = 148.89˚C (120˚F = 48.89˚C)

Also, if you don’t work in feet:

  • High altitude: 15000’ = 4572m
  • Diving deep: 282’ = 85.95m

Accounting for the fact that an adult weighing 160lb/11st 6lb/72.58kg has, according to the medical texts I’ve encountered, 4.7-5l of blood, 40% blood loss would give you about 1.88-2l of blood outside the body. To put things into perspective, that’s about a family-sized coke bottle of blood:

Yes, that is enough blood to make a serious mess. Smaller people are able to survive losing less blood than larger ones, so be sure to factor in body mass before you start trying to quantify the amount of blood sloshing around where it shouldn’t be.

(Source: macapan, via razzledazzledisback)

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 ”I know you’re there.” Hel says, not bothering to look at the figure on the Gjoll Bridge. ”I’m impressed. It’s not often anyone alive gets into my realm at all, never mind as far as Gjallarbru.”

She turns to face her visitor, and frowns a little.

"Why have you come?"

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((My ex is a star - he bought me a Star Trek mug for Christmas. And a book on TNG. I’ve also had some very lovely presents from my mates. And lots of books from the family. Books are good. I’m a happy bunny, even if I don’t technically celebrate Christmas.))

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((You know it’s properly getting into December when Prokofiev’s Troika is on classic fm. I’ve been humming it since they played it - about ten hours ago - and picturing actual troikas in the snow. Because nothing says midwinter like sleighs drawn by three horses abreast with a load of little tinkly bells hanging over the middle one.))

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One day, Hel will get out of the habit of using Garm as a pillow. Today is not that day. Anyway, it’s not as if Garm really minds her resting her head on him. And he’s warm, which makes a nice change - Hel’s so cold all the time, though whether it’s a physical thing or just loneliness, she’s not quite sure.

"You know, I reckon you’re about the only friend I’ve got who’ll stick around," she mutters into the hellhound’s shaggy coat, "everybody else is practically certain to die in battle or get nabbed by angels."

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"The joy of your company is overwhelming really. What is it you want?"

"Oh, nothing much. I don’t suppose you’ve seen my dog? About so high;" she waves a hand at about three feet to demonstrate, "black; hairy."

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((Going through all the stuff I’ve written on my computer because I have to send some of it to a uni, and I don’t actually remember writing half of this stuff…))