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Ideas for future or current fics in progress
AO3 profile with Cressi fics (all my Cressi fics are locked, you need an ao3 account to read them)
Sugar baby! Cris
Dom/Sub world
Alpha/Alpha omegaverse (In a Bind universe)
Hanahaki AU (You made flowers grow in my lungs)
Journalist AU
Barcelona!Cris AU
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Which Cressi fic should I update
Sugar baby! Cris AU - Pienso en las cosas que pudieran ser e no foran
hanahaki AU - You amde flowers grow in my lungs
bitchingStudding AU - Remember the pact of our youth
Merman! Leo AU - Deus ao mar o perigo e o abismo deu
All of my fics are available in AO3, but they are locked (you need an account to read): Silphid_Caerulea
In a Bind was the last to be updated, so it's out of his pool.
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POV : when your enemy got hit by a free kick, he definitely got a screw loose and thought you're married
A friend wanted to see this meme so I drew it :)
The original meme 👇
"born in the wrong era" but there's no particular time period i'd rather be living in, I'm just pissed af at having to live through the global resurgence of fascism
woke up in the wrong timeline
Growth capitalism is a deranged fantasy for lunatics.
Year 1, your business makes a million dollars in profit. Great start!
Year 2, you make another million. Oh no! Your business is failing because you didn't make more than last year!
Okay, say year 2 you make $2 mil. Now you're profitable!
Then year 3 you make $3 mil. Oh no! Your business is failing! But wait, you made more money than last year right? Sure, but you didn't make ENOUGH more than last year so actually your business is actively tanking! Time to sell off shares and dismantle it for parts! You should have made $4 mil in profit to be profitable, you fool!
If you're not making more money every year by an ever-increasing exponent, the business is failing!
Absolute degenerate LUNACY
#we loooooove the methodology of a cancer cell
#constant expansion at all costs!! go go go go go!! what do you mean the body has died
^^^^^^^^^^^
Let me preface this by saying that mother llamas are supposed to be able to delay birthing for at least a day if the weather conditions aren’t ideal. Last week was mild and sunny. The day after the baby was born was mild and sunny. And this was the day Pampérigouste decided was ideal:
I know, I know, it was her first and she didn't really know what was happening. Neither did I, at first, but I became worried as the morning went on and Pampe was still in her pasture. She hadn't tried to escape once and I wasn't sure how to handle this situation. I started following her around, hoping she wasn't planning on having a child today because it was pouring with icy rain and just, Pampe, no.
She looked distracted and melancholy and had zero patience for baby Pyrgus. Around 1pm I saw her pawing at the ground, like horses do when they feel colicky. I resigned myself to the fact that she had indeed decided to give birth in the icy rain, and went to get some straw and a shovel to prepare the shelter—Pirlouit had been in there all morning so there was a bit of dung.
Speaking of—I mentioned yesterday that llamas like to poop in the same place, on a communal dung pile; when I returned to Pampe, she had positioned herself above the dung pile, having decided she probably just needed to poop. I pushed her away to a cleaner spot like no, sweetheart, come on, use your brain. Have you NO instinct at all?
I went to lock Pandolf in the barn so he wouldn't bother her, and brought back more straw for the shelter, then saw that Pampe had chosen a new spot to give birth: literally the steepest slope in her pasture. She was going to drop her baby there and watch it tumble down the slope all the way to the torrent. I sighed and pushed her to a better spot once again.
Walking around seemed to hasten the process a bit, and when she resumed her birthing position (standing up, legs open) there were tiny little hooves poking out. I crouched down a few metres away and watched, with the rain getting worse and colder by the minute. By the time the baby's head and legs were out, Pampe was very bored and wanted to give up. She came to join me and started nosing at my coat, plucking little bits of straw.
I thought the baby couldn't be comfortable with its head hanging out like that, so I went and helped a bit, gently pulling on its feet, and Pampe started pushing again, and I pulled a bit more every time she pushed and then it was over in a few minutes. Since mother llamas give birth standing up, the last part looks pretty brutal, with the poor baby's first experience of the outside world consisting (from its point of view) in being unceremoniously dropped from a first-story window.
By then Pampe had definitely lost interest and she started to graze. I'd read somewhere that this was normal, that she would figure out what had just happened when the baby got up and started nursing. I wiped some bits of amniotic sac off the baby's nose and mouth and made sure it was breathing, then moved away and waited to see if it would try to get up. It did not. It looked confused and absolutely miserable and the rain had started to turn into snow.
I had planned on waiting until it could walk then lead Pampe to the shelter with the baby following along, but it looked so cold and shivery I ended up taking this little slimy thing in my arms and carrying it to the shelter, with Pampe following curiously. She didn't look offended about the kidnapping, just "not sure what this thing is, I guess I'll stay with you and find out."
Baby's first blep! I started rubbing her baby giraffe dry while Pampe delivered the placenta—she accidentally stepped on it immediately afterwards. She watched the amniotic fluid pool around her feet with baffled disgust, then stared at me like what is this. Why would you bring my baby to this unhygienic place.
I went to fetch my shovel again, and some clean straw, and some hay; the hay then attracted more llamas. Pirlouit was trying to fight them for his share of the hay and was annoying Pampe, so I evicted him from the shelter and penned him (right next to us so he wouldn't feel excluded.) (I always feel like I'm trying to kill a Sim when I trap my donkey by building a small pen around him)
Baby finally tried to get up! I was starting to worry that it still hadn't suckled. I went to get Pandolf (who wants to feel included too) and by the time I returned baby was up and nursing energetically :)
Pyrgus looked so intrigued! And I think quite happy to meet another llama child like him.
In the evening Pampe tried to leave the shelter several times (despite Pirlouit still being penned and her having it all to herself) and I carried her baby back in every time, stubbornly, because I really wanted this poor spindly thing to spend its first night on a bed of dry straw and not out in the elements. It was snowing hard by then and my clothes had been soaking wet all day and I desperately wanted to be home drying up in front of a fire—and I bet your baby felt the same! why must you always make things difficult for everyone Pampe.
^ Me complaining about Pampérigouste being an obstinate and contrary camelid as always. But when it got dark she finally relented and accepted to lie down next to her baby in the shelter, and they were still in there in the early morning when I checked on them.
Here's Baby the next morning, all dry and warm and having an 11am nap after nursing <3
It's a girl :) and a heavy sleeper...!
Epilogue: Pampe is now a very attentive mother and talks to her daughter constantly (with gentle llama hums). Pirlouit has been freed and has inspected every centimetre of his shelter suspiciously (the llamas hardly ever use it, Pirlouit definitely considers it his, and must have wondered why Pampe decided to rent it for one night.) Baby doesn't have a name yet, I'm working on it... She looks like she is wearing a turtleneck onesie and a cute little cap at the back of her head.
I hope this wasn't too boring! Welcome to the world little girl <3
Happy first birthday to Pampoldine! I brought her hay in the shelter this morning so she could revisit the place where she was born should have been born if her mother had listened to my advice.
HAPPT BIRTHDAY TO BOTH ME AMD LAMMA <3
Happy birthday! Everyone born in March gets a kiss from Poldine 💕
I fundamentally disagree with Thomas Jefferson and Mark Twain. "Never use two words when one will do," "don't use a five-dollar word when a fifty-cent word will do," I'm going to turn a single sentence into an essay and it's going to cost five hundred dollars per word because those are the right words to get across what I mean without ambiguity and misunderstanding, thankyouverymuch
Rude
On top of that, a lot of (foreign) names for tribal groups or communities boil down to:
"Those Guys Who Aren't Us".
This happened for the same reason, explorers talking with a group they had contact with and asking them about their neighbours. These names are known as exonyms because they've been applied from outside the group.
One famous example is Eskimo - the etymology is disputed but the most accepted meaning is "The Guys Who Wear Snowshoes", as named by tribes who did not wear snowshoes. That's why the word has been phased out for Inuit - lit. "The People" (or, essentially "Us").
Or my favourite one - we don't know what the Celts called themselves. Celt comes from the Greek keltoi, meaning "Foreigner". The Romans referred to the Celtic peoples of modern-day France as gauls, meaning... "Foreigner". The French refer to the Welsh as gallois, meaning... "Foreigner"!
Even "Welsh" essentially means "Foreigner"! It's derived from a generic Old German word for people living in Gaul. But the Welsh call themselves Cymry, which means "fellow countrymen".
In short: scratch the surface and many names mean either "us" or "them", and no one in human history has had any imagination.
You can't complain about people being called 'The People' when you live on a planet called 'The Ground'.
i can’t believe this is real
not the source for the screen cap but here's a WSJ article (sans paywall)
Per previous tags--
In this model of Tesla, apparently—get this—according to the Tesla manual, you do it on a touchscreen.
Did a human being just die because of swiping the wrong way?
...And then, when you're in the water and the car's power systems (which operate the doors, because of course they do) have all gone down, how do you get out?
You partially disassemble the door and pull out one specific wire. The image via Warren Terra at Bluesky.)
...I don't know about the rest of you, but I am never getting into one of these alleged vehicles. Ever.
...you know, we've been saying that these things are deathtraps, but holy SHIT
I have a very rough idea in my head that I don't think I can clearly articulate beyond "And that concludes tonight's reports on German air forc—WHAT'S THIS? IT'S KING ARTHUR WITH A STEEL CHAIR"
IDK what this is about, but I want to know more.
This isn't exactly the same idea but it could be but there is more rattling around in here so:
The Blitz here manages to qualify as Britain's Darkest Hour, thus triggering the return of Arthur from the Realm Avalon.
He does not speak a lick of modern English. He speaks an unholy mishmash of Brittonic and Late Classical Latin.
(Honestly I can see the latter becoming a plot point if they manage to get their hands on a Roman Catholic priest to act as a translator. It wouldn't be a perfect arrangement, but probably better than anything else.)
Truthfully he probably gets mistaken for a madman.
Somehow manages to steal a Spitfire out from under the RAF's nose, proceeds to use it to bring down like half an enemy squadron on his own, then lands in a field in the middle of nowhere.
Police and RAF converge on his location on account of the whole "stealing a plane" thing. They eventually overwhelm him with sheer numbers, but he manages to knock out an impressive number of them in the process. I mean, come on. It's Arthur.
"a catholic priest" i mean yeah sure why not but JRRTOLKIEN himself was alive and a teacher at the time so go big or go home.
You know what sure why not let's just make literal real-life JRRT himself a character in this Arthurian return story, he deserves it.
@seajr DUDE
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fuck it let's try this again
which of these would you be more surprised to see on your doorstep
an earth animal that exists on earth for certain
a magical or mythical thing that you were previously 100% certain did not exist
This misses the point. It's not whether walruses exists. It's whether walruses leave the arctic regions, pass through a climate that would kill them because they're evolved to nap on ice blocks, somehow make their way to my yard, come up the stairs, and KNOCK. Even without the knocking, that's a lot of impossible.
A squirrel? No shock. Possum? It's happened. Corvid? Perfectly rational. Bear-- well, okay, but I'm gonna scream and run. Deer-- now we're getting into weird territory, because they may be around all the time, they don't do THAT. Kangaroo? Now we're moving into "this is impossible", despite the fact that Kangaroos definitely exist.
It's not "earth animal that exists vs. mythical creature that doesn't" and never has been. It's "an earth animal what cannot possibly be there vs. a creature that you may or may not have believed existed previously."
This is definitely a push poll by the way. This is how politicians gets results that say "85% of my constituents want this passed!"
Because they do not word the answers in a neutral manner, in a DELIBERATE attempt to skew the results the way they want. They ignore the real reason people answered the way they do (I know walruses are not in my area, I do not know the territorial range of a mythical creature) in order the force their own personal reasoning onto the poll answers.
Which is fine for a dumb little poll but you need to understand it's deceptive.
....you know, that's actually a valuable addition.
the usa shouldn’t be the political and economic focal point of the entire fucking planet, actually
I just learned that my medication is out of stock COUNTRYWIDE because America is restricting how much ADHD medication Australia is allowed to make... and they're just flat out ignoring Australia's request to meet to negotiate more.
America's Federal Trade Commission is taking public comments on this exact situation right now.
If you've been affected by the actions of US-based regulation in regards to accessing your ADHD medication, please submit a comment! Even if you're outside of the United States. The fact this has such far-reaching consequences is something that needs to be known!
You have until April 15th, 2024 to submit a comment. Please make your voice heard!
The world's longest-running lab experiment
The Pitch Drop Experiment
The experiment demonstrates the fluidity and high viscosity of pitch, a derivative of tar that is the world's thickest known fluid and was once used for waterproofing boats.
Thomas Parnell, UQ's first Professor of Physics, created the experiment in 1927 to illustrate that everyday materials can exhibit quite surprising properties.
At room temperature pitch feels solid - even brittle - and can easily be shattered with a hammer. But, in fact, at room temperature the substance - which is 100 billion times more viscous than water - is actually fluid.
In 1927 Professor Parnell heated a sample of pitch and poured it into a glass funnel with a sealed stem. He allowed the pitch to cool and settle for three years, and then in 1930 he cut the funnel's stem.
Since then, the pitch has slowly dripped out of the funnel - so slowly that it took eight years for the first drop to fall, and more than 40 years for another five to follow.
Now, 87 years after the funnel was cut, only nine drops have fallen - the last drop fell in April 2014 and we expect the next one to fall sometime in the 2020s.
The experiment was set up as a demonstration and is not kept under special environmental conditions - it's kept in a display cabinet - so the rate of flow of the pitch varies with seasonal changes in temperature.
The late Professor John Mainstone became the experiment's second custodian in 1961. He looked after the experiment for 52 years but, like his predecessor Professor Parnell, he passed away before seeing a drop fall.
In the 86 years that the pitch has been dripping, various glitches have prevented anyone from seeing a drop fall.
- University of Queensland, Australia
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AKFJEKJD my god
a watched pot never boils, and a watched pitch says “fuck you”
My mom made a snuilt (snail quilt) for my partner
don't mind me i'm just getting emotional about the eradication of smallpox again
was just reading about how the Qianlong emperor’s first son died of smallpox and then his second son died of smallpox and then the empress died and then the second empress died and I’m like huh I kind of get the whole harem thing now.
it killed so many people! and then we as a species put it in the fucking ground! that rules so much
