You’re gonna love this! A dash of perchloric acid, a smidgen of cobalt, a hint of hydrogen peroxide, SUPER HEATED TO FIVE HUNDRED KELVIN, and…TADAAA! It’s pretty great, huh?
Okay so I know that there are probably a bunch of people who saw this scene and we’re just like “Oh so she turned a giant ball of metal pink and it exploded. Cool. And quirky.” But no. Let me explain you a thing. The phrase she says when wiping off her glasses is “chemical metal embrittlement” which is a fancy way of saying “I put chemicals on this thing and it became super weak.” Tungsten carbide is an EXTREMELY strong substance used a lot in industry for its strength and resistance to heat. It is so hard it has to be polished with goddamn diamond dust. Honey has effectively taken 400 pounds of that and, in a few short seconds, using chemistry knowledge, a few drops (literally) of a few choice chemicals, and an electrical current, changed it into something that falls apart like a dried-out sand castle at the touch of a finger.
Basically what I’m getting at is that Honey Lemon is fucking scary smart and amazing and that this isn’t just quirky and funny and pointless, this is INCREDIBLE. The applications for this, for breaking down a hard substance into a much softer or weaker one in just a few seconds, are endless. Especially if you can do it in a way that is, apparently, not toxic to people.
“News has emerged actor Sebastian Stan will have more screen time in “Captain America: Civil War” with his Winter Soldier character said to play a part in widening the rift between Steve Rogers and Tony Stark.”
“15 years. I’ve been in Boston 8 months. Before that I was in Washington, Virginia, New York, Philadelphia, Louisiana, Florida…”
“Why didn’t you stay in Florida? It’s so much warmer.”
“I wanted to see my family. But they don’t want to see me. They don’t understand depression. They treat me like dirt. Homeless people treat me better than my family.”
“And what happened 15 years ago? How did you end up on the streets?”
“I tried to burn myself twice. I had 30 surgeries. I was dead two times, but God brought me back. I don’t know why.”
“And why did you do it?”
“I was depressed. Why you crying?”
“Because you are a beautiful person, and my family is really messed up, and I’ve been very depressed. I think I can understand you.”
“Yes, I am a good person. And when you take people’s pictures, don’t disrespect them.”
“No, man, I won’t. I like people. That’s why I take their pictures.”
“And when you make your portfolio, don’t denigrate people. Let the pictures speak for themselves.”
“I will. Are you safe on the streets?”
“Yes, I am…And now I have $8 to buy me some food.”
“That’s all I have. Next time I see you, I will give you more.”
“No, man. It ain’t all about money. Give me a hug. And next time you see me, give me a hug again. And thanks for taking my picture.”
One of my favorite posts.
Reblogging for all the Black folks dealing with depression and mental illness. We have so little understanding and tolerance for it as a community. It can be very hard living as a depressed person in a community that doesn’t believe it exists.
With the right group of people I would play this way…
I think it needs the right group and alcohol.
Wait, what do you barter with?
Snacks, cash, sexual favors?
Or bartered with like performing a truth or dare. This has been printed out and placed with my deck. Because this is the best set of rules I’ve ever seen.
