Aries: LGQ; BIG AS SHIT. REALLY BIG. DEFIES THE LAWS OF STANDARD PHYSICS. SCIENTISTS ARE BAFFLED. ITS FUCKING STRANGE.
Taurus: Galactic Cannibalism; where galaxies literally devour each other. Those savages.
Gemini: Gliese 581 c; May be a candidate for future colonization. Only thing is that one side will melt your face off and the other will freeze you to death :). But there is a little strip in the middle that is a-okay.
Cancer: Universe’s largest water reservoir; contains 140 trillion times more water than Earth, makes a kick-ass water slide. Also a big ass black hole :/
Leo: The Diamond Planet; pretty self-explanatory, worth 29.2 nonillion dollars. Take that Bill Gates.
Virgo: The Cold Star; thinks its the shit, really aint. Our sun is hot af and this star is only 80 degrees. That’s a regular day in LA basically.
Libra: El Gordo Galaxy; Spanish for “the fat one”. Has a lot of galaxies in there.
Scorpio: The Planet of Burning Ice; its literally an ice ball that is literally on fire.
Sagittarius: Sagittarius B2; basically a fucking huge cloud that is “a giant river of raspberry-flavored rum”
Capricorn: Dark Energy; we don’t know what the fuck it is that’s why its called “dark” energy. it’s making the universe expand faster. how? we don’t know. just does its own thang.
Aquarius: White Holes; the opposite of black holes, may be the key to time travel. Only exists in theory.
Pisces: Pillars of Creation; makes little star babies (✿◠‿◠)
A graphic I decided to make in order to compile some of the most important chemicals responsible for the natural smell and taste of some fruits (among others such as butter, lavender, etc.). Feel free to share :)
The center of the Milky Way tastes like raspberries and smells like Captain Morgan. Astronomers researching the giant dust cloud in the middle of the galaxy found the chemical ethyl formate, which gives raspberries their flavor and smells like rum.
I remember walking into my first Dutch supermarket to buy some milk, and saw aisles and aisles of this stuff called vla. I initially thought it was some type of drinking yoghurt or milkshake; it was stacked next to the refrigerated drinks after all. I was always curious to try some as fellow shoppers were chucking them into their shopping baskets by the gallons. Het is lekker?
As Wikipedia puts it: Vla is a Dutch dairy product made from fresh milk.
Originally, the term “vla” was used to describe any custard-like substance that covered cakes in the 13th century. This brought about the term “vlaai” which is the umbrella term for a type of pie with a pastry base and an ooey gooey topping or filling.
Nowadays, vla refers to this custard-like product that is often eaten as a dessert - toetje - or a snack - tussendoortje - that is fondly recognised as a comforting dish enjoyed by most Nederlanders in their childhood.
It’s all very technical too. According to the Warenwetbesluit Zuivel (Product Law Decision Dairy), a dairy product my only be called vla if it contains the following:
zetmeel (cornstarch, though traditionally eggs were used)
at least 50% cow’s milk (milk fat to be at least 2.6%)
sugar or some kind of flavour (the most popular is vanilla, but this also includes chocolate, caramel, banana, orange, rum, blackcurrant, raspberry, strawberry, cinnamon, peach and apple)
As you can imagine, this makes the vla have an incredibly thick consistency. Many would place it between a thick custard and a pudding. Having tried it myself, I would agree with this comparison. It’s very smooth, and very sweet.
You can buy vla at pretty much every Dutch supermarket, as I mentioned at the beginning of this post. I hear that it’s pretty exclusive to the Netherlands, however I know that some places in Belgium and Germany have also started marketing the stuff.
So, if you’re feeling peckish and need that little hole in your tummy to be filled… get yourself some vla!
Heeft je geprobeerd vla? Je eet het op zijn eigen of je eet het met iets anders (zoals hagelslag)? Laat me weten wat je denkt!
FILL IN THE BELOW CATEGORIES WITH 3 - 5 THINGS THAT YOUR CHARACTER CAN BE IDENTIFIED BY. REPOST & TAG AWAY.
━━━★ EMOTIONS & FEELINGS.
resolute force engulfed in heavy metal melodrama.
the shadow of malaise.
chilling doom that swings from outer space and hits an asteroid.
feral instincts, cycles, rage, and love.
a siren’s mesmerizing call.
the maroon kiss of the sunset.
veins of red clay in the earth tangled with dark roots.
deep taupe with a hint of rose and hidden layers of sparkly dimension.
smoky, sultry grey.
ethyl formate:raspberry rum !!
fresh blood in soil
the ocean’s salty tang
ashes and embers
intricate gowns spun from shadows.
feathers, mesh, precious stones, and other scavenged materials slapped onto a gown.
translucent veils in black, white, and deep red.
spiky bone crowns adorned with shells, seed pearls, and other foraged sea materials.
whatever she can find on your floor.
vast expanses of silence
dark forests and even murkier oceans
ravenous flames and stellar explosions
sharpened, bloody claws
the impregnable, amniotic abyss
━━━★ VICES & BAD HABITS.
eternally torn between being on defense and the attack; tenderness and brutality.
rejects the myth of stability, stagnancy, & predictability. cue those romantic chaos & the void theories.
self-medicates with sex. codependency is inevitable. violently loves to the point that they are indirectly master of the universe.
draws your attention away from creation/reality and towards material that cannot be helmed. doors that should never be opened. shadows and depths that should be left unexplored.
overtly disconcerting and disturbing.
━━━★ BODY LANGUAGE.
constantly plucks, peels, and scratches her hands, which are either drenched in preternatural darkness or torn practically to shreds. she no longer bothers to glamour them. they sometimes seize up and lock into painful contortions.
crouched in a corner of tight white space, cloaked in darkness yet blatantly on the attack
her ‘eyes’ are glamoured supermassive black holes. she cannot blink. any ‘eyelids’ are a glamour – merciful for you, not her. they have an extremely strong gravitational field. they’re too heavy for her head so she sometimes nods off. must physically turn her head like an owl because haha she doesn’t have retinas or pupils. none of that.
prone to sudden twitches, glitches, and winces due to the entire universe being held together by her, the fabric of reality/dark matter/pick your title. space is violent as fuck. it does hurt even though she doesn’t technically have a ‘body’ or nerve endings so-say.
her gait is fluid, ethereal and spectral. you cannot hear her coming. her every movement is silent.
the universe in its entirety. any and all space imagery.
ominous forests and deathly quiet fields of snow in an unforgiving winter.
nocturnal phantasmagoria with slow-motion horror atmospherics and brutal static
wild winter oceans crowned with forbidding storm clouds.
Her intelligence had no place In a world indifferent to the mind; A cult for the admiration of the body And her beauty only rivaled her deceipt. She was like a spider living in a flower. Hungry. Waiting for the bees. But there was space between her sky and the faces turned toward it; animal tracks fossilized from prehistoric times.
Sipping generically passionate words and sniffing sweet cocaine. She said she collected knives “Because they’re sexual.” A parasite living in a host’s veins. And when she cried flowers wilted at her feet. She said: “It’s always better to be carried away with emotion than be completely unmoved.” But when she threw her knees In the air for me, she thought about how pretty words can’t explain The world that she’s seen; And she kind of hates people; A virus in a water filled cell. But they’re beautiful when they sleep. She wore death’s grin above her chin; Like the center of someone else’s galaxy. And, She smells like raspberries, but tastes like rum.
Could this pupper get some raspberry rum with some ginger ale?
why yes you may! *kags goes behind the counter and grabs bicardi raspberry and fills two shot glasses one to taste and the other for the drink. kags then pours one shot into your glass and adds ice then fills it with ginger ale. after he is finished he sets it in front of you with a shot a shot of the rum next to it* enjoy my friend!