What happens when a tree branch falls onto a powerline?
Answer: Dramatic Annihilation
Only 17 seconds long - stick to the end.
Submitted by: nonniebyrd
THAT IS BEAUTIFUL.
Did that shit…just explode rainbows?!
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idk why but I burst out laughing every time I see this video
gapes at screen with open mouth
“No,” the wire whispered. “You can’t—you’ll burn—”
The branch smiled sadly, looking up at the tree that had protected her for so many years. But, the branch needed to know for herself the heat and passion of the wires. “I would rather burn a hundred times over,” she said softly, “than live an eternity away from you.”
“But, I’m right here! You can see me every day!” The wire pleaded desperately. “You don’t have to do this!”
“Actually, I do,” the branch replied. “I’m falling and it’s only a matter of time. Please…tell me you’ll catch me. Even if I’ll burn, tell me you’ll catch me.”
The wire was silent before swaying in affirmation, gazing up at the branch that had always been so far above him. Always out of reach, always kept away, protected jealously by the tree.
The wind was picking up, and with each blow, the branch swung ever closer to the wires until finally, she was ripped from the tree and fell down into the waiting arms of her beloved.
“Hello,” she whispered, feeling that dreadful heat creeping up from her base. It wouldn’t be long now. The sparks were already starting and she was starting to glow. The wire tried to prevent the inevitable, desperately trying to contain the power he knew would lead to her violent destruction, but all he could do was watch her burn as they swayed in the wind.
It was over within a few seconds. There was a sudden burst of colorful flames and everything was still. Even the wind had died down, leaving the remnants of the branch…his branch…sprawled across him, nothing more than a charred memory.
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You know Shweta’s going to great lengths not to do her paper when she writes a tragic OTP for a telephone wire and a tree branch.
I’m going to now creep out as discreetly as possible and try to write my paper. Or something.
Tumblr…did you just give me a fanfiction…about a stick falling on a power line?
And people wonder why I spend so much time with you.
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People born in 1990 can legally drink alcohol.
Obama was sworn into office 3 years ago.
Michael Jackson died over 2.5 years ago.
2007 was HALF A FUCKING DECADE ago.
There are kids in middle school now that don’t even remember 9/11.
There are girls born in 1998 who are pregnant.
There are over 600 pokemon.
no no no no no no no no
(via pollyannaism)
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<3
[koff] should be a colon not a semicolon
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LMFAO OMG
XD
Why can I see this happening? o.O
<3
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If it actually started raining men I think I’d just start crying and be really terrified and not leave my house and just curl up into a ball and pretend I couldn’t hear the slamming of bodies falling upon my roof under no circumstances would I think “hallelujah”
(via queen-of-hearts92)
It’s a fucking Mona Lisa Frank.
oh my god I just facepalmed for the last two or three minutes.
just one facepalm
in slow-motion
made a raggedy UGGGGHHHHH sound when palm touched face
not sure what to say other than “thank you, I think”
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“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.
“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”
“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”
“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
— from The Velveteen Rabbit (or How Toys Become Real) by Margery Williams, 1922
This book makes me cry.
Reblogging for my stuffed dog blob, Ripple, who’s as old as I am, and had any remaining resemblance to a Shar Pei loved away years ago.
Also, for all other stuffed buddies who (in Toy Story terms) are basically Highlanders.
Reblog with your theme song.
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“The Cleaner” by Randy Newman, Toy Story 2 OST.
A song that plays when an eccentric little man is obsessively cleaning a toy of any proof it had ever been touched by a child’s hands. Minor key, yet somehow so cheery. Also, English horns.
Yeah. That’ll do.
OMG
They have their own soundtrack. I always wanted that superpower.
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