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Meet August, officially the oldest living Golden Retriever! She turned 20 years old!Â
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just made the worst pizza ever
this is the closest pic Iâm willing to take
This has Chernobyl energy lmao like this is the closest they can get without their skin sloughing off
jokes aside i think itâs amazing and heartwarming to see like 4chan incel bros perform the miracle of crawling out of that hole and becoming real human beings and chronicling their journey to realizing that they can be well adjusted happy normal dudes
Whereâs the post about the guy who turned his life around bc of his shrimp? Bc thatâs very relevant here
This guy. This makes me so happy
WHO IS THAT
the energy in this video is more than i experience collectively in an entire day
A recent cartoon for New Scientist
The best of cartoons.
why is doctor hoffstein wearing nothing but a hat
Cause hes freaky next question
| ThatâsâŠ. not how that works
This woman deserves an oscar
same energy
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What if we kissed in the fridge and weâre both cats?
rocked to my core. these cats are kiss a
Hedgehog mama and her hoglet
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If you eat a raw dead rat in 2019 you deserve the bubonic plague
weâve all thought about eating a pigeon but it doesnât mean you just pick one off the street and bite into it
this post is⊠not great.
the people who died were an ethnic Kazakh couple in a small Mongolian town. they didnât eat a dead rat, they ate raw organs from a marmot they had hunted.
the plague is an endemic disease in Mongolia, spread largely through contact with marmots (largely as a result of their fleas). unfortunately, due to a lack of information, some people in Mongolia subscribe to the folk belief that eating raw marmot will lead to good health.
this couple contracted the diseaseâwhich is very treatable with antibioticsâbut did not receive adequate care in time and, as a result, suffered horrifically before dying. they left behind four children, ranging in age from 14-years-old to 9 months. they did not deserve to die.
BuT eAtInG aNiMaLs Is NaTuRaL
hey uh i usually try not to be this rude but⊠fuck you.
how dare you try to twist a tragedy into an unrelated conversation about veganism/vegetarianism? how dare you shame two people who just died painfully for their diets?
this is not a fucking discussion about eating meat. this is specifically about eating the raw meat of an animal that can carry the disease.
i hate to break it to you, but eating meat IS natural. humans are naturally omnivoresâjust look at our teeth. choosing to eat only plants is FINE but it is not what we were biologically designed to do, which is why extra effort must be made to ensure youâre getting the necessary nutrients. i say all of this as someone who also doesnât eat meat.
veganism isnât fucking possible in much of the world. we are privileged with our ability to make such specific dietary choicesâpeople in remote locations in developing countries often do not have the luxury of a choosing such a tailored diet. they eat whatâs available to them, which is often animal products.
you are not morally superior to people who are not vegan.
eating meat in general will not give you the fucking bubonic plague. no one will get the plague if they eat a burger. you are why we get made fun of.
I legit stopped reading after your second point because of how dumb you sound
âŠâŠâŠâŠâŠi literally studied biology and am sharing basic scientific information.
Apparently not hard enough! Humans are actually frugivores! I cannot take anyone seriously who says âlook at our mouthsâ (what a fucking joke!)
1 of the 5 things you stated is factual, the rest are your opinion, whether you like that or not
âŠ..what?
humans have canines and incisors for tearing meat and molars for eating plant matter.
we donât have cellulases or cellulosic symbionts, which many herbivorous species have in order to facilitate a solely plant-based diet. we, do, however have proteases, which are enzymes designed to break down proteins and peptides, like many carnivores and omnivores.
at the same time, we have things like sucrase, which facilitates the breaking down of fruits, and salivary mylase, which helps break down starches. this shows we didnât evolve as strictly carnivores.
also, like many carnivores and omnivores, we require vitamin B12, which doesnât have a common plant source, hence why non-meat eaters must take supplements or eat B12 fortified foods.
all of this indicates that we evolved to eat meat and plant matter. Homo sapiens were never frugivores.
i am praying you are a troll, because otherwise youâre just a very rude and generally unpleasant person.
Did you copy this from your bio textbook? Your arguments are utter bullshit and I wish I had the energy to continue this. Block me⊠go have a problem with some other shit
tumblr user iwilleatyourenglish, someone who very easily said they personally do not eat meat in their second post: very basic biology facts that anyone with common sense can research tumblr user veganvyper: I donât have an argument for this so BLOCK MEEEEEEEÂ
why didnât these stupid idiots from rural Mongolia just go to Whole Foods to buy some Morning Star veggie burgersâŠâŠwhy didnât they just acknowledge veganvyperâs superior worldview and cultural beliefsâŠâŠsmh
o GOD NO
It makes sense though⊠Think of the Dust Bowl
So none of you were gonna tell me this is about a fuckin marvel movie? You were just gonna let me think there was some kind of volcanic humanitarian disaster in new york?
Rest in peace, little Jor
(This post is from my old account, which I deleted. It happened a year ago, but the message is still the same, so I will reblog it again in his memory. If this can help anyone, It will be worth it)
For everyone that didnât know me before hand, this little cuddle thing here is my boy, Jormundgandr.
Jor perished two days ago. Thereâs nothing that we could do to help him, Iâm not asking for âlikesâ or âfollowsâ, but I want to explain his story. I adopted him when he was barely 30cm long. He was a Python Regius, a specie around 165cm in his adulthood. He was a baby, but even then most people considered him dangerous. Because he was a snake. Because snakes have no feelings. Because pythons are stressed easily. Almost everybody told me to keep him in his terrarium almost constantly, but it seemed unfair to me. Instead of keeping the terrarium in the humidity and heat necessary to him, I heated the entire room, so Jor could roam all over the place. His favorite spots were in my lap when I was reading or around my headbed when we were sleeping.Â
The first time I put him in the bureau to sleep, he grabbed a plushie and threw it to the ground. Hearing the noise, I went to see what happened, and immediately he leaped right into my arms, so I had to put him in my headrest. It being summer in my city, the temperature was adequate to him, so I promptly began to go everywhere with him, as he wouldnât let go of my hair or clothes.
I travelled with him in the subway, went to the bank, to the supermarket, to take a drink⊠He usually went around my neck like a necklace or entangled himself in my hair or around my ponytail.
While I sat, he would cuddle with me. Most people were curious about a snake in the subway or in a cafĂ©, but instead of becoming stressed, as he had been in the streets since a baby, he let everyone pet and grab him, sometimes even prompting himself strangers to initiate the contact. His behaviour towards me was very expressive. He recognized me out of everyone. When he was sleepy, he came to me. When he was thirsty, he told me. Sometimes he didnât want people to pet him and he literally jumped into my arms. Jor didnât like people touching his head, but let me kiss him on the mouth every time I was very happy or a bit nostalgic. He promptly began to sense my mood-swings and came over to me when I was a bit sad. But the most surprising was the time he sneaked on my (pun intended) friendâs cat. He saw him and wanted to play. Of course, the feline scratched him, playfully. But he didnât bite, he didnât attack, only curled himself up very scared. We went running to the vet, and he was fine, only a bit scratched. Only then the man noticed a little bite in his neck, from the mice that he was supposed to eat. He was so fucking docile that his own food attacked him instead of the opposite! But his scales were very bright, sign of healthy and happiness, the wounds cured quickly. But that wasnât the surprise. When I entered the room where jor was being examined, he was curled in a little ball of misery, and then I approached him, crying. When the snake sensed my touch, uncurled, stretched his neck and deposited his little mouth to my lips, as he ever did when he felt my sadness. Jor made this same movement every time he saw me cry⊠And not only this. He ate with me, bathed with me, and even slept with me. Three different vets said to me that jormundgander was convinced I was his mom. In the last comic convention in my city, where I had a little shop, he came and stayed with me all day.
He was on the table, playing with the merchandise, cuddling with people and letting us dress him in little cosplays.
When tired he would simply hide in my mobile case for an hour or so and then came out again (unless there was a cat, he was terrified of them after the incident).
That day he decided that it wasnât worth the trouble to drink from a bottle cap and began to drink directly from my lips. But a few days ago, he couldnât breathe. Only then we found out that the little bite in his neck had healed, but let a minor infection inside him that expanded to his lungs. He was so happy all the time that his scales never faded as it happens with sick serpents and none suspected anything. And even when he was dying, with me crying as I held him in my arms, even when he was barely moving and didnât let anyone touch him (when capable of moving), he cuddled in my lap, searching with his head to touch my skin and made little movements as if to say that he was fine. So for all the dickhead people outta here that think those animals are dangerous by birth, that they had no feelings nor are they capable of getting attached. What about all the cuddling, the baths, the shiny scales? The kisses when I was sad? Am I supposed to believe that this all was a misinterpretation? That what all the fucking people around me saw was an illusion? So I will only say one thing to everyone that says and thinks that snakes have no sentiments: Thatâs BULLSHIT! Maybe his feelings are way more primitive than ours, or that of dogs, but those are feelings nonetheless, and they matter. So this is the story of Jormurgander, the evidence that if you show your love to them since youth, they will return your feelings, and will be as loyal and lovely as any other pet.
Rest in peace, little Jor. Iâm sure noone that has met you in your life will forget you.
First off, Iâm so sorry that youâve lost your snake. Normally I wouldnât do this. Normally I wouldnât invade somebodyâs grief with an agenda, but whatâs gone on here is very much a cautionary tale and Iâd be frankly remiss if this gets traction with so much misinformation about snakes. I donât want somebody to see this post and do what you did. This post poses a danger to other first-time snake owners. Everything you did, everything you did for your snake was dangerous. The sad fact is that this wouldnât have happened if you had followed the care sheets and paid attention to the natural history and lifestyle of the species you chose to own. Instead, you treated him like an animal he is not- a human. I donât doubt for one instant the love you had for your snake, but thereâs a reason he died young and that reason was totally avoidable errors in husbandry. You literally loved your snake to death. Everything in your story is dangerous to snakes. Everything. I was hoping that much of it was exaggerated because had you really seen three vets who knew anything about reptiles, they would have told you that what you were doing was dangerous.
Letâs start with your basic husbandry. Ball pythons are from tropical Africa. They need high humidity and warm ambient temperatures. I really donât think your room could support that. The warm end of his thermogradient needed to be a constant 95 degrees Fahrenheit. Can you honestly tell me you maintained 60% humidity and 95 degree temperatures in your bedroom? Thereâs a reason we keep ball pythons in terraria. Itâs so we can provide safe and healthy microclimates for them. Itâs so that we can control their world so that they are healthy. By forcing your snake to sleep with you and interact with you so constantly, you were taking away his ability to choose what part of a regulated microclimate he was existing in; you were forcing him to exist in this strange, uncomfortably dry world. I donât know if you ever kept him in his terrarium- you didnât say- but I do know that forcing him to sleep with you (instead of letting him roam around a nice big terrarium as a nocturnal animal would like to do) was extremely unhealthy. Iâm going to guess that even though you say it was summer where you were he was chilly most of the time. And uncomfortable. Most of the time ball pythons like to climb, but you say he was constantly on you, cuddling. The cuddling? Thatâs not cuddling. When humans touch, it triggers a wave of oxytocin, the âbonding hormone.â It makes us feel good and happy.
Snakes donât produce oxytocin.
What was happening was that you were warm. Your body temperature is 98.6 degrees, which is very cosy for a ball python. He wasnât hugging you, he was leaching your body heat.
You taking him out in public was dangerous as well. What if some cafĂ© owner had seen him and panicked and called Animal Control? Even if heâs an emotional support animal (which you did not mention him being), you donât actually have the legally protected right to take him anywhere except on an airplane. He could have gotten sick from all the public contact. You say he wasnât stressed, but how do you know? What do you think the stress behaviors of a ball python are?
It was also dangerous to ever allow him around a cat. Cats have gram-negative bacteria in their saliva. This gets under their claws and multiplies as they groom. Gram-negative bacteria have a protective layer that makes it harder for the immune system to fight off. As for his mice biting him⊠Why werenât you feeding him frozen prey? Did you try? Let me guess, he refused to eat the frozen mice. He wasnât not eating because he was docile, he wasnât eating because he was constantly stressed. Snakes donât eat when theyâre scared or uncomfortable with their environment.
The shiny scales? Your snake had stuck shed. Itâs not healthy for a snake to have a stuck shed. Stuck sheds are a sign of improper humidity or temperatures.
The baths were also a mistake. Snakes canât thermoregulate like we do, so whatever temperature the water is at is what theyâre stuck with. And we humans tend to run water much hotter than a snake is comfortable with. In general, you shouldnât run the water for a snakeâs bath (which should only happen rarely and when necessary- like if they have a stuck shed or crawled through their poop) any warmer than lukewarm- it should only feel mildly warm on the inside of your wrist. Tub cleaning chemicals and the chemicals in soap are also toxic to snakes, and if he consumed any of the water, even by accident, he could have fallen ill- which could have contributed to his demise.
And now I need to tell you about anthropomorphism, which is the primary reason Iâm reblogging this post. Bad husbandry is correctible, but whatâs really dangerous here is this mindset that your snake is as emotionally sophisticated as you think he is. Snakes donât feel love. They canât. Theyâre physically incapable of feeling love. They have emotions- aggression, curiosity, comfort- but they donât love. You have attributed distinctly human emotions to an animal that literally does not have the brain structure or hormonal presence to feel these things. Even a mammal wouldnât display many of the behaviors you attribute to this snakeâs conscious decisions. Snakes canât read your mind. They can maybe pick up on some body language- if youâre big and threatening, the snake will be scared, for instance, but he wasnât picking up on your mood swings. He was just a snake doing snakey things. But by reading into his behavior with these human emotions, you created this image of a snake in your mind thatâs more akin to the behavior of a snake in a fantasy novel. Snakes have emotions, but not the ones attributed in this post.
That snake didnât think you were his mum. Ball pythons have no interactions with their parents post-hatching and thereâs no evidence that they even recognize their parents. Snakes scatter pretty quickly because adult snakes of many species will eat baby snakes. I donât actually believe that three vets told you in earnest that you were his mum- and if they did, Iâd like their names so that the reptile community can know that these vets support dangerous anthropomorphism and make their veterinary choices accordingly. Responsible vets would never tell you that itâs ok to free-roam a ball python in a bedroom.
The kisses? Werenât kisses. They were just your snake booping you with his face. My snake does that too and itâs not because he loves me, itâs because my mouth smells interesting and heâs curious. Snakes are gloriously curious and thatâs part of the charm of owning one- to see how their natural behaviors allow them to thrive in our care. Thatâs if we provide what they need for their existence. There are millions of happy, healthy pet ball pythons in this world and none of them are sleeping with their owners. Instead, theyâre living in terraria. Theyâre not jumping into their ownersâ arms or kissing them on the lips; theyâre engaging in natural behaviors in an unnatural environment and exploring things to satisfy their own curiosity, not your emotional needs.
So, yes. This was a misinterpretation. This was you placing human emotions on a snake. Everybody makes mistakes, but I just feel that had you read a single care sheet and thought for a moment about why the widely-accepted care practices are so widely accepted, this tragedy would not have happened. I hope you take this into consideration before buying another animal because keeping a snake this way will only end in the same emotionally devastating results. I know this hurts to hear- I know you really, truly loved your snake and you did what you thought was best for him. But sometimes what we think is the best because of our emotions isnât the best for their care. Their physical well being depends on us. They canât make choices about their care- they are pets. They donât have that agency. Itâs up to us as pet owners to do whatâs right, and sometimes that means putting our emotions and desires aside for the sake of their physical health. Trust me, nobody knows that better than me. I lived this.
This is Kaiju. The love of my life. The best thing thatâs ever happened to me.
Sheâs an Argentine black and white tegu, and I thought that I could free-roam her safely and happily. I set things up so that she had humid hides, hot spots, everything. This decision was made with what I thought was her best interest in mind- I thought that because sheâs a big, active lizard that free-roaming would be good for her.
And then I saw this.
And I almost threw up when I did. This is an x-ray of Rex, a tegu who had been free-roamed for much longer than Kaiju. His owners treated him like a king- they gave him what he wanted to eat and let him roam and live with them like part of the family. But this took a toll on Rex, a price paid by his arthritic joints and digestive system and kinked spine. A price he could have paid with his life. I knew then that even though I was trying so hard to take good care of my baby, she was going to suffer if I kept things up. So I went out and got an enclosure and got honest with myself about what she really needed and got over my own ego and ideas to provide what was best for her, not me.
Iâm so sorry to be the bearer of this bad news, but itâs the truth. We choose to bring these animals into our home; we take them and we make them ours, and providing the proper environment for them to thrive is the least we can do. This is truly the danger of anthropomorphism; when you start attributing these impossible emotions to your pets, you run the risk of forgetting who and what they really are.
REBLOGGING strictly for the response
You know what Iâm never gonna forget
is how this person sent me a bunch of messages before they deleted
screaming at me for ruining their cosplay hobby
that was their takeaway from this whole situation.Â
Op dead ass thought they lived in a fantasy world or that their life was a movie to have their snake defy the laws of nature. Proof that ignorance fucking kills man.
today is the only day you can reblog this ever