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Continually filling your mutual's dash with your blorbo like some sort of missionary trying to convert them
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i think I’ve drawn this before
Coyotes trying their damndest to get domesticated
im having feelings about the uffington white horse again
so essentially there’s this cool horse drawn into the hills in england made out of chalk and it’s like 3,000 years old.
people carved trenches 3,000 years ago and filled them with chalk in the shape of a horse but what’s interesting is that if you fail to maintain the horse by adding new chalk regularly, it will disappear. for 3,000 years, we’ve been filling in chalk in this horse so it doesn’t disappear.
we’ll never know what the purpose of the horse was originally. we’ll never know if it had ritual or spiritual significance or if it was just art. but we do know that people maintained it then, and, even though the meaning of the horse has long been lost to time, we continue to maintain it now.
the people who made this horse are long dead, but they live through us still, don’t you think?
couldn’t agree more we’re best friends now
The Uffington White Horse is my favourite piece of art I think.
It’s worth adding that it’s pretty unique in being an (extant) chalk hill figure with bronze age origins. We’ve got a few chalk hill figures in England and some look clearly modern, like the white horse in Wiltshire, and some look old but only this one is REALLY REALLY old.
The other most famous hill figure that LOOKS ancient is the Cerne Abbas Giant (the lad with a wobbly club and a stiffie) down the road in Dorset. But despite its naive style that one might only be 17th century (no writings reference it before then) and is pretty certainly no more than 1000 years old. I mean that’s pretty old but it only serves to emphasise how much older the horse is. Three times as old as a really old thing.
We can assume this wasn’t the only hill figure the Bronze Age people of the chalk downs carved, but for those others at some point the continuity of scouting broke down and eventually only the horse remained. I can only surmise because it’s so damn good.
Let's get carried by papa!
The first couple of captain america movies were good. I know. I know. I hate the mcu too but the first couple of captain america movies were good I'm Sorry. I have to speak my truth
The mcu wasn't ALWAYS completely soulless. Like it was never high art or anything it's always been kinda silly action movies but the first couple of em were good. I'm not gonna let the first avenger + winter soldier get memory hole'd Never forget what we once had. Me & like three other people are left standing in the stucky trenches in 2023. I am cringe but I am right. Remember what we believed in
*turns my attention inwards* mmmmm. no *turns my attention back outwards* oh god
One thing that's bothering me a bit is how Jason is expected to swallow down his emotions regarding Two Face. I'm not good with words, but there's just something about how the killer of Bruce's parents got put away, the killer of Dick's parents got put away, but Jason still has to face his dad's killer every other week.
I started thinking about it because of these two panels. Bruce is (rightfully) chastizing Jason about not letting his anger control him, when Jason points out the hypocrisy of that. It's a fair point, considering Bruce just tried to kill the Joker a few issues ago due to a lost temper. This conversation seemed like a good opportunity to discuss their similarities, how Bruce deals with it, morality in general and etc.
But instead, Bruce just... deflects.
Later, they briefly talk about it in the cave. But it's framed more as Jason letting his pesky emotions about Two Face interrupt their crimefighting, rather than the complex grief that it is.
Not to mention that other than the confrontation when Jason discovered Bruce keeping his dad's death a secret, they really haven't talked about how Jason feels over his parents. We see it, like when Jason is crying in bed all day, but there's no real conversation, at least not that I've gotten to yet.
Maybe the writers just didn't care to mention it, since there weren't any thoughts or flashbacks about his parents when he got fear-gassed, nor the two times he nearly blew up, when B lost custody of him, when he got beat up by that mob--nothing. It just makes me sad.
Ah but you see, Bruce's parents were philanthropists, Dick's parents were world class famous acrobats. Jason's parents were a "low life thief" and a drug addict. Why would he be mourning such despicable people? Why would he miss them?
oh for sure
unauthorized fucking thing!!!!!!
(warning: loud chirping throughout)
source: hellgate osprey cam
More context:
the first osprey is the father, the one that comes later is the mother.
ospreys are not eagles, they're ospreys
ospreys only eat fish, that's why they don't register this starling as possible food
the starling got home safely
the starling was not trying to eat the eggs, it was mostly curious and you can see it trying to hop under the osprey every time the osprey tries to sit down again--this is because the starling is still a baby and has the instinct to get under an adult for warmth, even though it mostly has its feathers. this scares the osprey because that is a Foreign Creature near its eggs.
at the end of the video you can see the ospreys starting to turn the eggs. birds do this so the yolk and/or embryo don't stick to the shell of the egg, which is bad for the egg's health.
ospreys have eyes adapted to seeing beneath the surface of the water!
when the weird neighbour kid comes to bother you.
whenever I see archeological remains of a human who suffered from a terrible disease that couldn’t be treated in their lifetime but could be fixed now, this wave of sorrow and mourning washes over me. a woman in the 14th century who spent her 35 years of life bent at the waist because of congenital scoliosis. a man from the 18th century who died because of a non cancerous mass on his jaw that made eating progressively more difficult. remains of a woman from the Neolithic who died in childbirth having evidence of peri-mortem trepanation on her skull.
and yet she survived to 35. and yet the physicians in his time tried to strengthen his jaw. and yet someone 4,000 years ago tried to save someone they loved from dying of preeclampsia/increased cranial pressure. we tried. we tried and we tried and we tried. we failed and we learned but we tried. that’s what makes humans so beautiful.
My mom sometimes talks about a child in her neighborhood who was born with hydrocephaly and died of it. His parents strove to keep him alive for years, but he ultimately passed after a long decline. No treatment available. No hope at all, and the parents knew it from his birth.
Several decades later my sister had an MRI, as a long shot, to try to figure out why she was sick and deteriorating with a number of symptoms that were close to being written off as anxiety. She was sent straight to the hospital for adult onset hydrocephaly. Two days later she had brain surgery to put a shunt down her neck into her stomach and drain the fluid out. (No, you cannot usually get brain surgery that fast. Yes, it was that urgent.) Recovery was long and squiggly but it happened.
I think of that boy every once in a while. The one who died. I have no doubt that treatments developed for people like him, and tested on people like him, saved my sister's life.
He never knew he made the world better. His condition was severe, he never knew much of anything, I don't think. I think if I ever track down a God or something like one, that'll be somewhere on my List of Wishes. To make sure people like him know that they helped.
I think about this a lot.
I've been type 1 diabetic since I was about one and a half, and was incredibly sick. If my mother hadn't also been type 1 and recognized the signs I likely would have died.
I was born in 1982. Insulin was first given to a patient in 1922, and he survived. Before that, type 1 meant death, often very slow and agonizing. Before insulin, doctors advised a super strict "keto" diet to prolong life, and it could work for awhile - up to a year, I believe. But it was a miserable existence as the body was literally eating itself as the blood turned acidic until the patient eventually died.
60 years. Only 60 years before my birth did that procedure work for the first time. That's absolutely nothing given the span of human history and I think a lot about the people who died from it throughout time.
But yes, people tried. Healers and doctors of all sorts tried all manner of things to allow these (mostly!) kids to live. The fact that it was accomplished at all is nothing short of a miracle. The fact that I've been alive 42 years is fucking insane considering my body doesn't produce a hormone necessary for survival. If you think that doesn't blow me away on a regular basis you have another think coming. It's nothing short of a miracle.
Every medical advancement is. The amount of work that goes into it and the vast amount of luck necessary to get it right even when all the research and information is sound is just astonishing.
Thank you, humanity. Thank you ingenuity and determination to save lives and make them better. Thank you to every medical practitioner and medical researcher in existence now and through all of time. Thank you to all the people who died so I could live.
Diabetes is one of these illnesses that really throws medical history into perspective. It's so common, everyone knows someone who has it, people live pretty normal lives with it. And yet, a hundred years ago, it was an instant death sentence. And then we were able to treat people with insulin and yet - it was extremely disabling. The insulin was extracted from animal pancreas had severe side effects, even with how similar the hormones are, there is always an averse reaction to proteins from foreign species, especially during long-term treatment. Injections had to be given every few hours, at-home-tests were only available from the 70s onwards. Insulin pumps entered the market in the 80s. Genetically produced insulin - humanized insulin - was first available in the US in 1982, in many countries only around the year 2000.
In 1930, having diabetes type I would basically mean being hospital bound, being woken every few hours for regular injections.
In 1965, you'd be able to live at home and get by with a very strict diet and a few timed injections. You'd struggle with chronical side effects. Having children wasn't done - passing on your genes would be immoral, and it might not even be legal for you to marry.
In the year 2000, you'd have a device clipped to your belt that would measure your blood sugar and distribute insulin, you only need to change the needle a few times a day. You might even be allowed to join in P.E. class
In 2025, you stick on two patches that do the same thing. They're synchronized through your phone.
That wasn't fate. It's not natural development that made diabetes a common chronic illness. It was hundreds of people who cared. It was the people who created the keto diet. It was the people who came up with tests. The ones who went through different species, trying to figure out the closest analogon to human insulin. It was the people who fought in court to get genetically produced insulin approved for medical use. It was people who looked at a rare, incurable disease and said "but what if it wasn't?"
Back in the 1960s, my dad was one of the first 100 successful open-heart surgeries in the world. He needed it to fix a hole in his heart, a condition that up until then was basically "take him home and make him comfortable."
He's lived long enough that three of his grandkids have been born with the same condition, and he's been there to assist with the recovery after the laparoscopic version of the same surgery he had.
He has a scar from collarbone to waist that's as thick as my finger--thicker, in some places. My nieces and nephews have scars so tiny you could mistake them for being from a particularly bad cat scratch. And their recovery was measured in weeks, instead of months.
Medicine has improved so much, so fast, that he's lived to see the research done on him save his grandchildren.
Everyone talks about Dick being touchy/clingy and he is, don't get me wrong, but I raise you Jason Todd, professional clinger. Dick is like. Normal and well-adjusted and casual about touch. Jason will never be the first to let go in a hug. Jason would probably sell his soul for quality cuddles. Jason will collapse if given forehead kisses. I enjoy this aspect of his character
Star sapphire Bernard would use his constructs to build cryptids!!!!!! Hear me now!!!!! He would build cryptids and monsters and use them to attack his enemies!!!!!!!! If Batman is gonna be a boring human man and not a demon king hydra then Bernard is just going to make a demon king hydra to fight crime with him.
(this is specifically because I love when lanterns have a sort of signature construct. How Kyle's are so crazy and in-depth because he's an artist and Hal's are fairly simple and cartoony but effective.)
Could you imagine robbing a bank or something and suddenly pink mothman is after your ass. That's beautiful. Bernard would have the best time. Oh, you wanna sell drugs to teenagers? SWARM OF CHUPACABRAS 🫵🫵🫵