apparently one whale years ago was observed doing this for hours and now more and more whales in the area are seen copying it so we think it’s a whole new behavior and it seems to be a response to shrinking food sources.

Instead of expending any energy actively hunting, the whale just holds its mouth open wherever fish are being hunted by birds. To escape the birds, the fish try to hide in the whale’s mouth because it’s a darker area that looks like shelter. …They’re turning into giant, sea-mammal pitcher plants.

https://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/epdf/10.1111/mms.12557?referrer_access_token=bXLTS5BeSw_vlIKHkM0bYIta6bR2k8jH0KrdpFOxC654HjreJ8D19K86UreR5JPsSRb0CuGhiJSV1L1ht-N1Gf_K_1a9MREFzQGU9oJDNctsKDin_HXcYEdsLg3EbcTl

"Pluto isn't a planet" Fine.

"Dinosaurs had feathers" Fine!

"Neptune isn't a beautiful oceanic blue, it's actually the same washed-out disappointing color as Uranus" I will kill you with my bare hands

Look how they massacred my boy

hearing about CEOs getting million dollar bonuses knowing my elderly coworker is having to save up $60 to get her daughter the gift she wants when she works full time makes me want to start killing rich people with my bare hands. like i'm sorry I can't sit around and act like this should be normal just because it is. the way corporations are run is fundamentally terrible. it's not even just wages, like the entire fucking thing is built to create as much suffering as possible, shareholders and all

(to the pope) so there’s this married couple and they’re enjoying a moment of conjugal intimacy in a manner that glorifies god by cleaving the husband to his wife so that they become one flesh and reflect the perfect union of christ and his church, without the use of any artificial contraception that contravenes natural law and perverts this holy act by severing it from procreation and thus reducing it to a mere outlet for the base lusts of the flesh, and it so happens that the husband reaches the peak of the mysterious and sacred experience of sexual and spiritual ecstasy before the wife is quite ready on this particular occasion, and in her love for him and for the lord she finds herself desirous of continuing a while longer that she too may experience the bliss that is the earthly reward for a holy and pious marriage, and while he is no longer the young man that he was when he gladly swore the vows to enter into the covenant of marriage with her, would it be right and proper for him to perhaps give her a hand, as it were? or perhaps to use the lips and tongue that the lord bestowed upon him so that she may lift her voice to the heavens in praise? and if he were late for work in this instance and his duty as a husband and provider required his prompt departure, would you say that if she gave herself a hand, perhaps with the assistance of an electromechanical device he thoughtfully purchased for her as a token of his love on the day of saint valentine – one of the new jobs with the suction for additional clitoral stimulation, I’m sure you’ve heard of them – would you say that they need have no doubt that this activity is simply a continuation of their blessed union that the lord smiles upon, and not a wanton act of self-abuse that inevitably leads to dissolution and–

(notices the waxy sheen of the decoy pope just as the first swiss guard grabs me from behind) oh fuck here we go again

okay so I have this idea for a new therapy thing. basically the idea is after an abusive relationship or a combat deployment or anything that might conceivably leave you with PTSD and a loss of ability to reasonably gauge how bad the shit that happened to you actually was, you sit there with a mental health professional for like, a solid 30 to 60 minutes, you tell them short vignettes of your experiences and they respond ONLY by rating how fucked up each one was on a scale from 1 to 10 and then you move on. the objective isn't to reflect deeply on specific experiences but to get a sustained series of reassurances that what you went through was, in fact, That Bad and gradually rebuild your trust in your own present and future ability to judge when what you're going through isn't okay.

currently calling it Rapid Fire Affirmation and Recalibration Therapy (RAP-FART). working title, open to feedback.

i think "it takes a village" shouldn't be just "to raise a child". we should understand it takes a village to do literally everything we do. all day every day. without our communities we would not have drinking water or electricity or clean streets or food or shelter or anything. we cannot do any thing alone. we just can't. and with that comes the fact that you are not alone. you already have a community, seek to be an active part of it, you will feel better. reach out and thank them, they're happy to have you too. i promise. it takes a village to live.

Jan Waldron, The Small Black Cat Meets Large Black Birds

“i think some people are basically coming around to this, like, greater comfort in owning up to being a pervert about something. shout out domino club “being sickos about X” sort of thing, where sickos is the meme of a pervert looking in on something that excites him. the author is sickos about a subject, and indulges himself; the audience are sickos about his indulgence, self recognition via the other - yeah haha sweat really IS that hot, thanks for putting it into disgustingly indulgent words so i can see what you see. i think when writers are afraid to be perverts that they make bad work. they make the work that can’t stand by itself, collapsing on interrorgation or challenge; or too many contrasting and unconfident voices have averaged out to a sort of perversion of the commons, indulging only the safest and most unoffensive fetishes to render on the screen. because when art displays the common fetishes of heterosexual matrimony, fast cars and big guns and big-but-not-gargantuan breasts, labouring under capitalism, even such apparently inoffensive things as such as sexless wholesome romanticism, perfect bodies that refuse to fuck, a prioritising of soft uwu safety over any kind of flavour - these absolutely are fetishes. every day you are smothered in the common perversions of so much of society, endless generic creators indulging their endless generic fetishes while denying that they are in any sort of way perverts.”

— —“Good Writers are Perverts,” typed up in a fugue by Average Urotsukidōji Enjoyer for Domino Club on itch.io

“Dunk”

Sometimes I forget my family and I live in completely different circles mentally

"you don't have to perform around me" sweetheart i have to perform in front of myself

Losing or Doing poorly in a video game is morally reprehensible

obsessed with this reddit thread 

You can 100% tell that the creators of Another Crab's Treasure read Homestuck

i love six o clock because the clock looks so stupid. "|" like get real

When people get a little too gung-ho about-

wait. cancel post. gung-ho cannot be English. where did that phrase come from? China?

ok, yes. gōnghé, which is…an abbreviation for “industrial cooperative”? Like it was just a term for a worker-run organization? A specific U.S. marine stationed in China interpreted it as a motivational slogan about teamwork, and as a commander he got his whole battalion using it, and other U.S. marines found those guys so exhausting that it migrated into English slang with the meaning “overly enthusiastic”.

That’s…wild. What was I talking about?