2007 eBird gem
omg i actually did one of these ages ago (not as part of a tumblr chain though)
i don't really have many Tumblr friends so uh @smewduck sorry
happy worm creation my friends
tagging @areyoudoingthis @cursed-coat-of-homosexuality @peanutbutterex @tfemteach @piratecaptainscaptainpirates (no pressure đź’›)
Red SeaWings are also plausible, mostly in deep sea areas!! Red is one of the darkest wavelengths, so to speak (it's not literally darker, just technically. colour theory stuff blah blah blah), so it blends in better than any other colour! Even blue! Many deep sea creatures are red because of this -- giant/colossal squids and scaly-foot gastropods, for example. They're both dark red.
And also, in super deep areas, if there are any SeaWings down there, they'd probably be white or very pale, because they don't need pigmentation to protect themselves from sunlight or to blend in.
I personally think leafwings and seawings should be allowed to be more colourful then they cannonically are because plants and underwater animals are very colourful 👍👍👍
I am a beleiver in Red LeafWings, whether that be their natural color or from changing seasons.
the fusiliform shark spins through the water like a drill
know the difference!
I’m a cis-gender man which basically means that, when I was born, the doctor went “It’s a boy!” and when I was old enough to understand I agreed with him.
The thing is, I don’t know why I feel like a man. I was teased and bullied for it a lot when I was little. I’ve never had stereotypically American male interests. I never cared about sports or cars or guns. I was more interested in music and cooking and the arts. I’ve always been emotionally in tune and sensitive, even when I did my best to suppress my emotions to survive a childhood of abuse from other children.
It’s not physical either. I don’t feel like a man because I have a penis or a beard. If you put my brain in a robot body or any other body, my essence would still feel male (I assume). I literally can’t imagine what being any other gender would feel like, since I feel so acutely male.
I think that’s why the concept of being transgender always made sense to me. I’m a man. I don’t have any bloody clue why I feel like a man, but I don’t feel that it’s tied to my body or my interests or the way that I’ve been treated. I feel like a man because of something beyond that. Something ephemeral. So, why couldn’t others feel the same? Why couldn’t a person who’s been misidentified as a girl feel like a boy for the exact same nebulous reasons that I do?
And, since gender really doesn’t make any sense to me anyway, why couldn’t there also be people who feel as if they don’t have one? Or who flow across genders like a ship on a map?
Are there people out there whose sense of their own gender is inseparable from their physical form? If you put those people into robot bodies or, simply, other physically different bodies, would their gender identity also swap? If so, why? Are they actually more lost in their gender identity than I am and they need to hone in on the physical in order to anchor themselves?
Why do people feel like they are the gender that they are?
[said very pleasantly] i see you have mischaracterised my blorbo. that's okay. that's fine. everyone interprets things differently. i'm exploding you in my mind with the power of 9754685 suns btw
guess i like my eggs holy and pure then.
eggs are most delicious when least touched by fire (so poached, sunny side up, etc declining in quality to over easy, hard boiled). this is because fire cleanses the egg of sin (primary source of flavor). this is also why the objectively most delicious egg is soft boiled (hardened purified exterior traps the delicious sin inside the soft gooey interior), and why scrambled eggs are morally ambiguous
Periodic reminder that you should never trust a chiropractor with your body under any circumstances
I used to use The Useless Web and The Bored Button all the time! Found some great web games on them :D
I can't stress enough how much I miss StumbleUpon
college professor: ba ba ba bo bo go… be bo be ba bo… bebo? bogos binted? ba be bo ba…
me: (sitting in complete furious silence arms crossed and frankly about ready to heap my fucking lid)
I reblog things here. Main blog is Aposterous (I post art there)
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