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Red Silky Anteater Cyclopes rufus
This species is endemic to eastern Brazil, where it occurs in the western Amazon basin, between the Rio Madeira and Rio Aripuanã. It is probably affected by deforestation of its habitat.
image by Vincent A. Vos
What a beautiful smeel
random but here is a recipe for cold peanut noodles that you can make during hot weather because i just ate this and had a fantastic time
2tbsp of peanut butter. a splash of rice vinegar, soy sauce, sesame oil, maple syrup. some chili flakes, some sesame seeds. a splash of water to thin it out. now you put in your noodles (cooled!!!! boiled and rinsed so they’re cold!!) and then some chopped up cucumber or carrot or avocado or cabbage or any crunchy vegetable. i just used cucumber
you can also put in lime juice or herbs or sriracha or grated garlic/ginger or anything like that; tofu/tempe/meat for more protein etc. noodle wise this can be ramen soba udon whatever, i used soba. enjoy homies
do u ever think about corn sweat; and the fact that a large percent of corn grown in Illinois, iowa, etc is grown for ethanol and biofuel; and how solar power would be so many times more effective per acre than this; and how like 90+% of so many rare ecosystems in those states was drained for farm and suburbs (in many cases previously farms).
AND you could still have native plants around and even under the solar panels.
When you see what they did to the Midwest you'll want to fucking kill the corn lobbyists with your bare hands
And the carbon stored by the prairies they dug up to grow extra corn being released basically negates the fuel emissions they prevented anyway
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did you see they made jane prentiss from the magnus archives real
this is the correct way to feel about having a wasp's nest in your house.
oh fuck you were not kidding
#Two months on‚ Rothney is in a co-working arrangement with the nest‚#which is now more than a metre tall and swallows an entire bookshelf of ring binders.#owns. of course they feel safe around her bc she is a queen
I'm curious are there any herps/avians/fish/inverts you've seen that have just made you go "wow you really take things to the extreme" or "whoa that's crazy"? Like just shocking to you in colours or adornments or behaviours etc.
Okay, one of these i show a lot but i remember cackling and gasping the first time i saw the first one...
Secret Toadhead Agama (Phrynocephalus mystaceus), defensive display, family Agamidae, found in found in Iran, North Afghanistan, Eastern Caucasus, Kazakhstan, Uzbekistan
photograph by Milan Zygmunt & Antoshin Konstantin
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Also, the chicks of the Cinereous Mourner, which has a chick that mimics venomous puss moth caterpillars…
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Have you seen this motherfucker?!?!
Golden-tailed Gecko, Strophurus taenicauda, family Diplodactylidae, SE Queensland, Australia
photograph by Rob Valentic
Check out the Golden-tailed Gecko’s (Strophurus taenicauda) Threat display in slow motion. When under attack this Gecko has an incredible way of deterring predators. They open their mouths to show a blacky blue lining as a warning to stay back, just as the black mamba does. As you can see the beautiful golden tail is lifted like a scorpion and is able to squirt out a foul smelling and sticky liquid if the predator comes any closer making this one of the coolest geckos on the planet!
Life is like a buffet: you can't get the full experience without trying everything.
If you know what you like, you know what you like, and that's great. But everyone who genuinely loves having just one or two seemingly random things and doesn't care for any other options probably either got really lucky on their first try, or tried everything once and found the things they like most. You can't just decide to be one of these people, and announce "I love shrimp and shrimp exclusively, I've never wanted to even try anything else", and assume that the truth will follow. It's not a competition, nobody else can tell if you're lying, and there's no reward for going out of your way to have a bad time.
There's no obligation to branch out if you don't want to, but everyone with an odd and unique plate that they genuinely enjoy and want to get every time got there by trying all of the things, even if this or that looks weird. Even if just to double-check that yup, that tastes just as bad as it looks and smells. But you wouldn't have known if you haven't tried it.
Who knows. Maybe you're the freak that comes in every week just to eat napkins with hot sauce, and loves it enough to be willing to fight the staff over it every single time.
Curious lil girls.
If you’ve been wondering why getting a dragon as your wizardly familiar is so often discouraged, please understand that it isn’t so much that alchemical experiments and curious dragons don’t mix, it’s that they WANT to mix SO badly.
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Night in the Red Room by Esther Sarto, 2017
by march of 2025, it was official. i had been dangerously suicidal for an entire 3 straight years. no hotline was going to help me. i had no money for inpatient care or therapy. i spent most of my days so numb it was terrifying, became a void of a person. suicide was no longer a choice so much as an inevitability to me: it all made a terrible, dark kind of sense. it was as if i was writing a very long equation and kept arriving at the exact same answer. it was a twisted but peaceful kind of self-forgiveness - my dog would be happier with my brother, my family would have less to worry about.
i had tried everything. everything on earth i could think of to try. distractions and burnout and medication and all of it. i integrated with my community and practiced my hobbies and tried to make smart choices and exercised regularly and kept putting it off until tomorrow. i would wake up and think - what if i am just like this, forever? three years into the worst depressive spiral of your adult life, the sensation of it becomes almost smooth, like a worrystone. nothing matters. it is almost a bone that never healed correctly. i was never quite mentally healthy, this was just the crystallization process.
i genuinely thought i was never going to recover, ever. that it would just be an eon of that experience, forever and ever.
my happiness did not come back like a bolt of light. i saw one very-small flicker and i snatched that moth out of the sky with my teeth, held her pinned against me. i worked so hard it felt stupid; i faltered; i continued.
on saturday, i had the best day of my life. it didn't start out that way. it just unrolled into one beautiful moment after another, even though i expected nothing from it. i spent the entire ride home grinning so widely that my cheeks hurt. i watched the sunset in silence. all i could think was holy fuck i'm glad i didn't kill myself.
in the bad place, i couldn't see the happiness coming for me. it wasn't like i wasn't aware good things could theoretically happen (and did sometimes happen even to me), it was that i just genuinely believed joy was no longer a possibility. i had tried to fix joy against my ceiling, after all, and it had bled down and spoiled in the air above me. i assumed that i had simply run out of the opportunity - that if i did experience joy, it would be difficult to parse, muted. a mumble instead of a shout.
the shout i am feeling is still echoing inside of me. i am joyful when i touch moss and i am joyful when i stand in the sun and i am joyful when i make my dinner. i am joyful when i text my friends and when i skinny dip and when i sing off-key to my girlfriend. i am joyful and i dance in the rain like a stupid lesbian manic pixie dream girl and i build little forts for mice to hide in and i hug trees without warning and i am joyful about the cringe of it all, about the silly abandon i feel.
i have bad days, but the good outshines them. i cannot fathom that. last year at this time, the bad days were still outnumbering the good by a margin so wide it was the difference between a pond and the ocean.
but the good days were there, which was new. and if they were there, it meant they could exist, and i could multiply them, and i could get out and get through. if the good days were there, laid out in white stars along the black beach of my life - i could pick them up gently and carry them, one at a time. each new one so blisteringly precious.
i can't tell you when i became overwhelmed with happiness. i think it snuck up on me, a blade in the night. i just woke up one day, and i was so intimately, wildly glad for it. for the gift of my one and only life.
stepped on a plum (overripe plum) (barefoot) it was on the driveway got out of the car and accidentally (didn't know it was there) stepped on the plum (warm) (on the ground) (it had fallen from the tree) barefoot (no shoes) wearing long pants (too long) (need to hem them) plum viscera got on them (the pants) unexpected plum on the driveway (hot plum) (97 degrees out) already super hungover (throwing up all morning) (should not have been driving at all) and I stepped out of the car (black car) (97 degrees out) and onto the plum (unexpected) (didn't know the plum was there) and it burst (plum nightmare on my only good pair of sweatpants) still we find ways to keep ourselves going from day to day
guess what post just got read aloud in poetry club tonite by an unknowing club member as I watched on in terror
kind of embarrasing when your life is actually going pretty well but you still have mental health problems. it's like when you drink water but still have a headache like what the hell. you're telling me this isn't because of the Situations i'm actually just like this. i want a refund.
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Duck on his back in the water flapping his feets
Teller mit fünf Libellen (Plate with Five #Dragonflies), designed by Karl Ducke, Vienna, c.1900 white metal, painted enamel; dia. 27.5 cm MAK - Museum of Applied Arts EM 504-4
tomorrow I'll do the possible
