unavenged-robin:

No okay, but the more I think about it, the more I love the idea of Selina giving a ridiculous answer every time someone asks/implies that Damian is her son, especially if it happens in front of Damian.

Like:

“Oh my god, who’s this cutie?”

“I don’t know” *looks at Damian suspiciously* “Are you a thief? Did you come her to rob those poor, rich, completely clueless and annoying people of all their unnecessary, beautiful diamonds?”

(Damian is amused)

“Your son is so cute”

“He’s not my son, he’s my bodyguard and he’s dangerous, don’t come any closer to me, it’s for your own security.”

(Damian’s half offended and half pleased)

“Is this your son?”

“No, this is my cat. My son’s home, probably sleeping in his queen-size bed. No, wait, what is the difference between cats and children again? I forgot.”

(Damian is confused)

“Oh, you brought your son!”

“No, I brought my husband, what are you talking about” *turns to Damian* *screams* *falls to her knees to clutch Damian to her chest* “BRUCE WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU, YOU SHRUNK”

(Damian’s so done)

kyraneko:

poetfish:

dreamhouse777:

if i was a pirate captain i would get a movie projector and play a movie on the big sails every friday night for my boys to kick back and enjoy some time off unless we were under attack

Pirates legit did the 16-17th century equivalent of this. When things were slow, they would put on plays, act out dramas of stories they knew, or freestyle. The most preferred model of original productions was courtroom drama: “trying” each other for piracy. The “accused” would list off their many, dramatically and humorously embellished crimes, and be equally dramatically sentenced. Sometimes there was a daring escape, sometimes just a really maudlin death scene, but a good time was had by all.

So they kindasorta had roleplaying games crossed with LARPing?

hella-free-space:

theharleyqueenn:

Hello everyone gather round, I’d like to introduce you to another favorite fish of mine. Meet Tetraodon miurus, the potato puffer! 

The potato puffer, also called the congo puffer, is a freshwater puffer fish named for, well, looking like a potato with fins. Not to mention that the potato puffer is an ambush predator, unlike most other puffers, which are typically open water hunters. This means that our potato boy here is exceptionally lazy, spending much of it’s time with its awkward, clunk body buried in the substrate with only their eyes and mouth poking out. 

Here is an excellent video of one burrowing!

They also have extraordinarily smooshy faces that conceal some gnarly fused teeth, resembling a beak! If you wanna see one of these fellas in action, I highly recommend checking out one of my favorite instagram accounts, @jackthepotatopuffer! It has some excellent content and lots of videos of Jack in action, including inhaling eating, and burrowing! Thanks for coming to my TED talk I hope you appreciate the potato boy as much as I do

They bury themselves….like actual potates.

THEY’RE SO GOOD. SO COMMITTED. I LOVE THEM.

Have you ever performed operations on fish and if so what goes on to monitor the fish and do you use clove oil as a numbing agent?

drferox:

Nope, we would actually use proper anaesthetic agents, like alfaxalone, to anaesthetise the fish. you need to keep water running over their gills with the anaesthetic in it, and you switch to clean water once you’re done, which is functionally like keeping an air breather on anaesthetic gas.

We cannot use all our regular monitoring for mammals on a fish, either because the equipment isn’t waterproof, or the fish is just too small. There is a degree of trust and hope involved in anaesthetising a fish, because the technology is not as adapted to them.

And definitely no electrocautery is to be used on fish.

Clove oil is a sedative, not necessarily a numbing agent. Difficult to test how much it actually numbs anything on a fish.