Science side of Tumblr: how can dragons breathe fire?
There are three variants of dragons.
One of them possesses a gland that produces a liquid, which spontaneously combusts when coming into contact with oxygen. Some phosphorus compounds could do that for example.The second one possesses two glands instead, which produce so-called hypergolic propellants, fluids that ignite when they come into contact with one another.
The third kind stores the methane bacteria in their stomach produce, and expells it when breathing fire. In their mouth there’s a piezoelectric crystal, which is a substance that produces a spark when placed under mechanical stress and could thus serve to ignite the methane gas.
Or it’s magic.
Tag: fantasy
work is stupid. when am i going to get a letter in the mail from a mysterious relative i never met before and inherit a rustic castle somewhere in europe?
Not gonna lie, one of my favorite parts about writing urban fantasy is determining how and where the fantasy meshes in with reality.
Like, I’m not saying Freddie Mercury WAS a siren, but have you ever heard anyone NOT sing along to Bohemian Rhapsody?
I rest my case.
It is a six-minute song with incomprehensible lyrics that seem to have something to do with murder and demons, with five sections that are completely different stylistically but no chorus.
It was number one on the the UK singles charts twice, 15 years apart, and is by many measures one of the most popular, or the most popular, single of all time.
Yeah, there’s magic involved.
And an absurdly broad swathe of people know it. I have no memory of learning it, do you?
It’s so weird that last comment. Like. You’re right. I knew bohemian rhapsody before I even knew what the name of the song was… I just. Knew it. The knowledge was there. It was “that song with the Galileighos”
Finally, I’ve found my calling
Well I’ve got my weekend planned.
“A Centaur in Disguise” by Michelle Tolo
This is the most precious Centaur art I’ve ever seen.
What really makes it is the fact that the dude and the horse are both going “something here ain’t right…”
And I could see any hard core horse riding enthusiast going “What are you doing!? That’s not how you ride!”
I guess he’s trying to blend in and not be the
centaur of attention
concept: it’s summer morning, me and my love are eating breakfast on terrace with beautiful view on the sea and radiant sunrise, everything is calm, only thing we can hear it’s beautiful sound of the sea and birds singing
The Princess Finds Horns on her Head.
European Folk & Fairy Tales
Joseph Jacobs
New York: G.P. Putnam’s Sons, 1916.My favourite part is her expression/body language.
This is not a princess recoiling in horror at a terrible curse.
This is not a princess smashing the mirrors & locking herself away in a tower, because who could ever love a monster.
This is a princess who woke up one morning with big horns on her head, had a brief moment of surprise, then thought “Dannggggg. I look GOOD.”
I just want to sleep forever in a bed of rose petals wearing lacey pink lingerie and holding a bottle of champagne