I love spoon-billed sandpipers because their beaks are just so different from what you typically think of in a shorebird/wader
Wrybills always have a bill that bends to one side. No one is sure why, but it may allow them to watch the sky for predators while foraging
Long-billed curlews have such absurdly long bills in order to reach buried food that other birds can’t reach.
Ruffs have extravagant breeding plumage, which comes in a huge variety of colours. I’ve always meant to check out the social implications and effects of this – is it speciating?
Ruffs are lek breeders and actually have three different types of male! The dark-colored ones are the dominant males strut around and display their plumage to attract females. The lighter colored ones are called satellite males, and they hang out around the edges of the dominant male’s displaying ground and mate with females while the dominant male is distracted (usually by a rivaldominant male). There is a rare third type of male called a “faeder” which has no display feathers and looks like a female ruff, though it is larger. It appears to be a mimic of the females that uses its appearance to sneak past the other males and even mating with them to gain access to the females to mate, but this might not actually be the case, since half the time the faeder is the one doing the mounting when mating with other males, indicating that the more typical males probably know it isn’t a female. Long story short, ruffs are weird and also apparently bisexual.
Oh I ADORE how ruffs do Gender Roles. They’ve got an entire system worked out that is just so obscure for humans; it clearly makes perfect sense to them, and all we can do is try to falteringly, helplessly try to put it in our own language. I believe they’re the only species to use “faeder” in that way, although males all over the animal kingdom practice variations of territorial/satellite strategy.
I had written down what I wanted to do for the op on a post it note to avoid confusion with the loud music/time crunch. I had written, “Can we hug Misha?” Jensen responded, “Yes, but I’m not gonna smile.” To which I took the post it from his hand, turned it over, and handed it back: “But you can’t make that grumpy Old Man Jensen I’m-too-manly-to-be-doing-this face.” He looks back up at me and says, “It’s not grumpy. He smells.” Misha interjects, “Nope. Not true.” Then Jensen and I have a stare down for at least 10 seconds. I mean, ten seconds of direct eye contact. I’m surprised I’m still here, quite frankly. But, as you can see…he caved first. 🙂 He even asked me if it turned out alright at autos later.
I apologize for lashing out. One of my players threw themselves in acid after they were fully aware it was in fact acid. I did not and still do not know how to deal with that.
In the very first D&D game that I ever played, our party was standing right outside the entrance to a dungeon. Part of the area was covered in a red energy field. Inside the red energy field, all of the grass was dead, and right on the border between the area inside the energy field and outside of it, there was a collection of dead animals, insects, and other forest creatures. As we watched, a little bunny came hopping up, hopped into the red energy field, and, the moment that it entered the field, instantly dropped dead.
Guess what one of our players decided to do next. Take a wild fuckin guess.
if any of you are bored you could try taking this color oracle assessment. it’s interesting
this shit dragged my ass within the first two lines of text, I’m done!
me as well
How did it know I have been maticulously watching my finances? How did it know that I hate my roommate and am in a stressful situation because she is the dirtiest person I’ve ever met? How did it know that I’m a year into a long distance relationship/ have constant feelings of loneliness??
ok but in all honesty, if your dash is making you feel like shit, then you need to go through your following and curate that shit with scissors, snip snip go the blogs that go around putting out hateful shit, you don’t need that in your life, love yourself
I saw this on Facebook and went to check my registration status, sure it was fine because I voted recently, but I put in the info and it said I’m not registered
PLEASE, especially if you’re a Black voter, check your registration status at vote.org
The first thing, which is a law that must be remembered at all times, is that wings do not make sense on this show. It has taken me many hours of frustration to accept this law, yet it remains true.
If we are trying to be reasonable about angel wings on Supernatural, about how the wings interact with light vs how the light interacts with the vessel that is right there, we must in the end come to the following conclusion: angel wings are a manifestation of a nonphysical characteristic of a nonhuman entity within the mind of the viewer, which is brought to the attention other characters (and us, the viewer) via an expression of power or grace best defined as “glory”.
In other words, angel wings don’t fucking obey the laws of physics when it comes to light and they aren’t about to start now.
Let’s take a random dick pic. (Image heavy below cut).
I love everything about this, you freakin’ nerd. *smooch* Thank you for a very, very thorough breakdown. You’re awesome.
Side note: I figure if anybody’s wing-flashing is gonna be all special and extra it’s gonna be our fashion conscious Dean being possessed by a version of Michael who doesn’t bother with stairs, but instead floats down from landings to make an entrance, like he’s read too many comic books and has totally bought his own press. Also, there’s no way Dean is gonna suddenly have wings and not give Cas a run for his money in the ‘fabulous entrances’ category.
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