I sadly am having trouble finding the exact species but they were a type of amphipods (a diverse group of crustaceans)
I actually got to see some today at a beach in the form of sandhoppers, which are the little shrimps guys you will sometimes find in the sand that tend to hop (as the name implies)
Guys. I have it. I know how I want Lance’s bisexuality to be revealed.
I want some super adorable but entirely androgynous alien to hit on him. And it lasts an entire episode. Like they have to use this alien as a guide or something to lead them to a secret Galra base and so the team is watching this alien flirt with Lance for like several hours. And Lance gives as good as he gets with pick-up lines and trading hair compliments. It’s not the POINT of the episode at all, but it’s happening in the background every so often.
And then at the end of the episode the alien leaves blowing Lance a kiss or something, and Lance is just standing there looking blushy and satisfied and grinning, and Keith leans over and asks, “Are you even sure that was a girl?”
And without skipping a single beat Lance just says, “Why would that matter?”
And this is how The End is stopped. Not by the gods or goddesses, the other races than man, no. It is Tumblr. As a mass running after a now confused and tail tucking Fenrir, whining softly as the crowd chants “PUPPER! PUPPER! PUPPER!”
Better yet: Fenrir escapes his chains and lopes forward to destroy the earth, and is met by a crowd of people. An army, Fenrir thinks, and bares his teeth in a ferocious snarl and charges toward them.
They cheer.
Wait … cheer?
Fenrir slows, confused. He smells no fear, senses no rage. This is … a very strange army.
The first hand—weaponless!—reaches for him; he tenses, ready to tear the offending limb to shreds, and lets out a high little yippy whine when it pats him about the ears.
Immediately the noise is reproduced by some four or five of the nearest humans; he smells excitement; more hands are patting him.
It’s nice.
The humans crowd around him, patting him and scritching him and shuffling around to give others a chance. Voices coo, and make puppy noises, and someone catches just the right spot and he cocks his leg and scratches himself, drawing a multitude of oohs and ahhs and cheers and squees.
At some point, his hunger awakens at the scent of burnt flesh; a human has brought him what he later learns is a hot dog; he swallows it in one bite, to more cheering, and looks around hopefully for more.
It is not long before more is bought: steaks and Big Macs and bacon; it seems like much of the group has brought him a snack of some kind and was hoping for a chance to give it to him.
The End of the World is supposed to be at hand, but Fenrir does not care. His hunger sated, his battle-lust swept away by a tide of gently petting hands, he rolls over, careful not to crush his many companions, and takes a nap.
“Who’s a good boy?” they ask him, over and over.
Is this some psychological warfare, he wonders, designed to undermine his confidence and remind him that he is nothing more than a monster who needs to be chained?
“Who’s a good boy, huh, huh?” “Who’s my good boy?” “
And then one of them answers the question for him.
“You are!”
‘Me?’ he thinks. But if there was any doubt, she confirms it.
“You are, yes you are.”
Fenrir’s tongue hangs out of his mouth as he grins. ‘I’m a good boy!’
This would work. Fenrir was betrayed by gods that he trusted; they feared his strength and tricked him into accepting being bound because he trusted Tyr, his friend. (Loki was not directly involved in selling out his own son; usually Loki is involved any time someone gets tricked by the Aesir, but it’s notable that he was not, here.) The deal was that Tyr would put his arm in Fenrir’s mouth to prove that the gods were acting in good faith when they tied Fenrir up to “let him prove he could break the chain”; when he couldn’t break the chain, the gods refused to free him, and Fenrir bit Tyr’s arm off, because that was the deal.
So Fenrir has a serious rageboner going on against the Aesir and all of creation; that’s why he wants to eat the sun and end existence. A huge number of humans validating him, praising him, petting him and giving him yummy treats might actually convince him that, while the Aesir are still assholes and would deserve it if he ate them, he should not eat the sun because Midgardians are totally cool and give him petties.
I know that lots of folks will assume that the bird will let go when they realize that they aren’t going to win in this tug-of-war where their body is the rope. So a lot of people when their bird is being exceptionally stubborn will try to pick them up and if a bird doesn’t want to go they will clamp their feet down hard as they can.
It’s often not just that they are being stubborn and don’t want to move, a lot of the time they are scared.
They see someone reaching in and grabbing them from their ‘nest’ and especially young ones will hold on to the bars for dear life against an intruder trying to abduct them. Because as far as they are concerned it could be a matter of life and death.
Not all birds will bite, some will just struggle to get away and others will end up freezing up completely, which only makes their grip stronger.
So you can’t assume if your bird isn’t biting that you are not hurting them.
I say all of this because that is what happened to a little Meyer’s a couple of weeks ago. You know those little babes I’ve posted pictures of once in awhile? Someone wanted to take them out of the cage but the baby was reluctant and the person decided to just keep pulling on the bird until they let go.
Unfortunately the only point the bird let go was when their toe broke.
There is absolutely no need to use that kind of force unless you are in a life or death situation (and even then care should be taken to try to prevent injury or further harm). If you just want your baby out of the cage because you want to do something with them, you need to find other methods of getting them out of the cage.
Grabbing and pulling while they desperately cling on is a recipe for disaster.
Remember they are so much more fragile than we are and we are so much stronger than them. Their bones are not dense and their muscles are comparatively small. But that doesn’t mean that they aren’t strong enough to hold onto something. Especially parrots are designed to be able to hold on for dear life and they are strong enough to pull their body.
You have to be very careful of the amount of force you apply to any interaction with them, and you certainly shouldn’t be trying to out muscle them.
Please, don’t pry birds off of things they are desperately clinging to. Find another way to get them off.
so basically when you have your period and your lower back hurts it is because your hips are contracting and spreading apart, only slightly, to make room for the release of the blood and linings of your uterus. so basically your body is going through a small and mild labor to push out the dead insides of your uterus. so basically I have gone through labor and basically I don’t want children.
why aren’t we taught this shit
…..this wasn’t obvious to anyone? What did you think your body was doing? Did you think the lining of your uterus just fell out of your vagina? And the cramps were what, for fun?
Considering how practically non-existent sexual education is and the fact some people with uteruses have so little knowledge available and actively shared about their body they don’t know where they pee from or that having large labias is normal, it’s probably safe to say, no, it wasn’t obvious. Nobody thinks you’re hot shit for pissing on people for not knowing something we’re rarely taught in-depth.
I hate it when people get all ‘wow wasn’t this obvious to you guys, you’re pretty dumb’ about shit like this. Shut the fuck up you’re not helping.
Try “Any pet is a lot of responsibility. A puppy would have to be fed, walked, and taken outside to use the bathroom several times a day and taken for regular check-ups and vaccinations at the vet. You can’t do all of that by yourself, and I/we don’t have the time or money either.”
When your teenager says “Why can’t I come home at 2:00 this Saturday?”
Instead of defaulting to “My house, my rules!”
Try “The time you come home is a matter of respect and consideration. I/We will not only be concerned for your safety, but we would either be disturbed in the middle of the night when you arrive or forced to stay up for several extra hours waiting.”
When your child says “Why am I not allowed to do this thing?”
Instead of defaulting to “My house, my rules!”
Try actually communicating a legitimate reason, because children pick up on subtlety and on context and on the unspoken messages, and it’s better to teach children lessons like “You should think really hard before taking on new responsibilities” and “It’s important to show consideration for the needs of the people with whom you share a living space” than lessons like “It’s okay for people to demand your absolute obedience so long as you’re dependent on them for survival.”
TRUTH
Also worth knowing: training your child to accept arbitrary ‘reasons’ for obedience like ‘because I said so’ and ‘my house my rules’ etc trains them to be more susceptible to peer pressure because in their mind, when someone who is at all an authority (older than them, bigger than them, more impressive than them, more confident than them) demands something, they should accept it and not think about it critically.
Let them ask why, and give them a real reason. If not, don’t be surprised when they fall for lots of bullshit when they are older. You’re the one that made them believe ‘BECAUSE’ was reason enough.
Every child wants a bandaid for every injury or complaint, even if it didn’t leave a mark. I could give a kid a bandaid for a headache and he’d be satisfied that appropriate medical care had been done for him.
MEDICAL FACT
My kiddo fell down and scraped her knee and I washed it and was about to put a bandaid on it it when she wailed “I want Grandpa to put on my bandaid. He’s a DOCTOR!” Fortunately Grandpa was right there, so he did it and my kid immediately stopped crying. Double super placebo effect!
My co-counselors started deferring first aid to me because they could tell the kids, “Don’t worry, Ship will take care of this one. He’s WFR certified!” as if that makes me more qualified to put a bandaid on your bruised knee. The kids did not know what this meant, but it sounded impressive enough to their ears that they’d stop crying and trust that I’d helped them.
“Lie close,” Laura said, Pricking up her golden head: “We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots?”
A wolf goes for a walk in the woods and meets a dog for the first time
So I promised my wife I would tell this story because she said she would pay me with a 1946 wheat penny if I did, and I was like “Sure, lady, if you can just conjure one out of thin air” and then she pulled one out of her bra. So like…. you do what baby asks when she delivers a 1946 wheat penny from her magic titties.
ANYWAY this morning she woke up at like 2 fucking a.m. and decided to just stay up. I, a lazy and exhausted sunnovagun, kept sleeping until about 4:30 when she woke me up for good.
Now, let me set this scene. I’m laying there dozing and comfortable and probably dreaming and suddenly a figure slips into bed beside me, curling her arm around me and giving me a very slight, very gentle shake. And when I crack open my eyes, the light filtering in from the open window is blue, cool and carrying that summer morning hue that lays like chiffon over everything it touches. She’s got herself propped up on an elbow and she’s looking at me like nothing else matters in the world. Like she’s been awake two hours without me and even that is too long and I think to myself that I missed her too, even if I didn’t realize it while I was asleep, because everything just feels right when she’s laying beside me.
And I feel tears start to well up because I love her so much and she looks almost pale in the light, unreal and completely angelic but for the fact that I can feel her pressed up against me, so human and familiar. And she’s quiet and beautiful and soft beside me under the covers and her hand is so gentle where it rests on my belly and this woman is my wife. I have the incredible and unfathomable fortune to wake up to her, blue in the morning light.
And outside the window, a clutch of leaves rustles– once, insistent. I hardly hear it, but baby… baby’s eyes widen and she stares at me with shock, maybe even fear, and in a whisper almost too quiet to hear, almost indecipherable to my tired mind, she takes one cautious glance out the window and says the first words she’s uttered all morning…
“Squirrels’re fucking.”
And this is honestly just one moment among many thousands of moments that has made me realize that she is, in fact, the most perfect human being, and I am honored to be allowed to spend my life with her.
Posted this before this blog existed. It definitely belongs here. Sometimes we still whisper “squirrels’re fucking” to each other.