fun fact my cat & i are both blind so we accidentally run into each other sometimes, but bc im much louder than he is, when we get close to each other he chirps to warn me he’s there
Thank u for sharing this is beautiful solidarity
I had a similar problem! My late cat was black and we had really dark wood floors in the house. At night it was impossible to see him and he loved to lay down in walkways. After getting his tail stepped on a few times, he learned to meow/chirp to warn us that he was there. (He would do it in the daytime too. I dont think he realized that it was only a problem at night.)
As he got older he lost his hearing. Since he couldnt hear himself his meows got….. a bit strange.
Just imagine walking to the kitchen at night and suddenly hearing a very shrill “hhMrrrrrrrrrWAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!” from the floor in front of you.
Bold aka Daring jumping spider in my room. Green fangs and a little emoticon on its back. I love these. Released unharmed, if a bit unnerved by me.
Chemera and Mosaic Insects Part 2-Butterflies and Moths
A chimera (also spelled chimaera) (from the creature Chimera in Greek mythology) is a single organism composed of cells from different zygotes. This can result in male and female organs, two blood types, or subtle variations in form. Animal chimeras are produced by the merger of multiple fertilized eggs. If the different cells have emerged from the same zygote, the organism is called a mosaic. Chimeras are formed from at least four parent cells (two fertilised eggs or early embryos fused together). Each population of cells keeps its own character and the resulting organism is a mixture of tissues. Chimeras can often breed, but the fertility and type of offspring depends on which cell line gave rise to the ovaries or testes; varying degrees of intersex differences may result if one set of cells is genetically female and another genetically male. A gynandromorph is an organism that contains both male and female characteristics, authorities say. The term gynandromorph, from Greek “gyne” female and “andro” male, is mainly used in the field of entomology, though it has also been observed in arthropods and birds as well. Another way that chimærism can occur in animals is by organ transplantation, giving one individual tissues that developed from two genomes. For example, a bone marrow transplant can change someone’s blood type. Normally, chimærism is not visible on casual inspection; however, it has been detected in the course of proving parentage and may be more common than was believed before the advent of DNA testing.
He-Man: I do not know, but I’m sure JKR does, and it’s possibly racist.
I reckon Dementors are what people become after a few centuriesnof immortality having drank Unicorn blood. I imagine it was all the rage when people first realised it made you immortal (hence unicorns being so rare to this day), but after a while the curse caught up with them. The light bled out of their lives, all the magic they attempted went wrong, caused damage that ultimately had them driven from their homes and lives, and they were miserable. Constantly.
The phenomenon was tested, and eventually it was discovered that the ingestion of even the smallest amount of unicorn blood caused the soul itself to erode. That was the curse, the half life. You lived forever, but you didn’t get to keep your soul.
The longer these people lived, the more twisted and less human they became. Soon the world wasn’t only colourless, but completely invisible. They’d gone blind, as well as deaf, but their lost senses were made up for in other ways. They could feel the emotions of people—real people, not what they’d become. Vicariously, they were begining to feel human emotions for the first time in hundreds of years. And they were hungry for it. In droves, these bare shells of humans would descend on towns and villages only to stand around people’s homes, black robes hanging over their impossibly skeletal frames, moaning and wailing, guttural perversions of voices that often drove the victims of their presence to madness.
Hence the name Dementors.
It was then that the first of them recalled how they’d come to be this way—the power of the consumption of blood. How pure and invincible that first gulp of unicorn blood had been. Of course, it had turned out to be a terrible, terrible idea, but but then they’d lost all sense of morality, of right and wrong. All they cared about was the possibility, the slimmest chance that they might get even the smallest taste of that again.
It was then that the first Dementor followed a young man on his way home into the darkest stretch of road and sank his teeth into his throat, drank his blood until the body was drained dry of it.
And it worked, in a way. Consuming the life-force of a human being was powerful, certainly, but emotions didn’t run in blood. It wasn’t where the feeling hid.
None the less, killings became more and more common after that, the new knowledge communicated without sight or sound between them. But they wondered how they could get a more powerful high still, and thoughts returned to the essence of their condition—the essence of themselves.
Their souls were rotten. Perhaps… perhaps if they could take the souls of the living…
So they sought means to do so. It was terrifyingly easy for them, to do something so terrible, warped as their magic was. And the more souls they consumed, the faster and faster their last vestiges of their humanity left them.
So many centuries after their fatal (or rather the opposite of fatal) errors, the Dementors were no longer recognisable as having ever been human at all. They no longer walked along the ground but drifted through the air, ominous like shadows caught in the wind. And souls became all that they fed on—particularly the happy memories that lay there. Because though they could no longer remember that they had once been people, that all they’d wanted was for light and colour and joy to return to their lives, some intrinsic part of them followed the instinct all the same—sought happiness even if only stolen, because they were no longer capable of feeling it themselves.
And that kids is why we do not drink the blood of unicorns.
Today at my school we had an assembly about internet predators and when I had said that most of my true friends are over the internet and they gave me a lecture about how “I don’t know who I’m talking to” blah blah. So please, if you aren’t a predator in any way, please reblog so i can prove a point.
If you don’t reblog this, then I am honestly very concerned.
everytime i see this im gonna reblog it and weed out my pedo followers
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