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adults: record numbers of teens are depressed, we must find out why
teens: school is more stressful than ever, our parents screwed over the economy, the earth is on a path to total environmental destruction, and now we have to deal with actual fuckin nazis
adults: it’s the iphones isn’t it
One day I wanna be rich enough that I can just like. Give away hundreds of thousands of dollars every year in like scholarships or grants or whatever. That when I see someone make a post like “hey can I get $50 for groceries” I can just donate $1000. Or tip my server their rent money. Like that’s the dream
i actually think about this all the time
I just wanna be rich enough to do this, and also keep some cool hobbies up and sometimes buy neat things and donate them to museums and such.
I /really/ want to be rich enough to buy a reptile/bug wing for a zoo and use it to dispel as many myths as possible.
It’s a Ben, also that looks like it might be hurting it ,do not grab the snoot.
yeah I’m just going to go trim some weeds with my new Weed Whacker ™
For those feeling bad for the beetle I highly doubt holding onto the horn is causing it serious harm or stress. They are pretty clumsy fliers and will head-on body slam into obstacles at top speed. It would probably hurt itself worse if allowed to fly freely. They also use their horns for combat with other males, sometimes locking together, so something holding the horn is not so different from what it would experience in nature.
I mean the beetle probably doesn’t LOVE it but it’s not ruining his day either.
Hercules beetles are such adorable goofs.
They have really strong bodies, and the snoot is stiff and made of exoskeleton material. This is the best way to show it off in ‘flight’ without trying to film it careening around a room, and that definitely won’t hurt it. The legs out aren’t a sign of distress, that’s just how they fly.
that it’s time to stop pretending that “insane asylums” are such a distant concept and the abuse that mentally ill ppl endured in the past happened so long ago that they’re pretty much fair game to use for basic horror fodder.
Deinstitutionalization occurred barely fifty years ago, if that.
Lobotomies were not medieval procedures. The transorbital (icepick) lobotomy was not INVENTED until 1945. The last one in the U.S. was performed in 1967.
This is not ancient history. There are thousands of people alive to this day who were directly involved in these things.
A mental patient is not a scary costume. An asylum is not a spooky haunted house theme. Stop exploiting the suffering of mentally ill ppl for your entertainment and stop supporting media that does so.
We went down to the park, where the lake drains under a footbridge into a stone-lined gully that someone generous might call a creek. Usually it’s a trickle at best, but it poured last night, and the water was still moving pretty briskly.
As we got closer, I heard kids yelling, so we went over to have a look. I was nervous, because earlier this summer we’d seen a mother cat and her kittens hanging out a few times in the (then bone dry) spillway. We hadn’t seen them in over a month, but I didn’t want to think of them being there when the water started coming down.
Instead, when I looked over the side of the bridge, I saw a skinny kid (maybe 8-10 years old) carrying an enormous catfish clasped in both arms.
The catfish had to be the length of this kid’s torso, and it was flopping around trying to escape, but the kid doggedly kept climbing over mud and slippery rocks until he reached the lake and chucked the fish in. And behind him came… another kid, holding a fish.
When the lake flooded, it must’ve washed a bunch of these catfish downstream, where they collected in pools. Now the water levels are starting to go down, and the fish are trapped, doomed to dry up and die. Not on these kids’ watch. As we watched, they rescued four fish, and one of the adults present said there were at least six left. The kids showed no sign of stopping. This is the kind of thing you love as a kid, a life or death mission you can throw your heart and soul into while getting gleefully covered in muck and slime. I was tempted to offer my assistance, but this was their Quest, and I did not want to impose.
When we continued on, the Great Fish Rescue was still going strong. Godspeed, kids. In a time of such great discord and meanspirited behavior, you will live on in my memory as a beacon of goodwill.
Some lovely, sticky fans of yours at Repticon Atlanta say hello to the stickyfrogs while doing their best Sideways Hovercar impressions! (with lovely butt-pixels of a third friend at the top!)
Hello Glorious Hovering Friends with Superb Orange Feeties!
The Stickyfrogs are most impressed with your beautiful boots! 😀🐸😀
Tiny wishes to learn how to hover so magnificently! He hopes you all found happy homes and he sends you an enormous Tiny smile! 😊🐸
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