the1timelady:

jayjaysingh:

daveandjadeotp:

jetgreguar:

i’ve been comprimised 

i laughed for about 349583492547252 years

I’ve waited 2 years for this post to hit my dash again. Totes worth it

It get better this guy, he wanted to work for the police but they didnt want him because he was to “unfit” now he spends his freetime trolling and running from the police. he is by now a pretty famous comedian and just to show you

thats him dressed up as sonic and blocking real trafic photograph machines and stuff

thats him spraying a guy who smokes in a zone where its forbiden with a fire extungisher

blocking the street with a DIY railway

blind man driving

AND as a snail on a speedway

bogleech:

lampfaced:

sacculetta:

end0skeletal:

Read more about trilobite beetles and larva here!

Photos

by melvynyeo

I will never not reblog dainty deer-stepping beetle

wanna know the best thing about these trilobite beetles?

these are all ladies. 

males look like every other beetle out there, but are the same species. it was a huge mystery for the longest time what the hell a male even looked like, or if there even were males, until they issued a money reward and someone brought in a mating pair. and they couldn’t believe that they were even of the same species because of how different they look.

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we have an irl species of giant monstrous ladies and tiny dainty plain males

What’s also neat is that these have the same anatomy as firefly larva, but they’re a different family sharing a common ancestor.

And in some fireflies, the same thing has happened convergently where females remain “larviform” and only the males develop wings!

poetryandarete:

Hymn to Artemis of the Drowned Birches

Mistress of beasts,

Whether weighty and waddling

Loping and lean

In the darkness of the slow-rising dawn

I call to you

*

The bears enter town here

The trash bins have locked lids

When I walk to class the forest presses up against the breaking spear tops

Of the Canadian Shield

And it whispers about the onset of frost

*

Goddess, this weather makes beasts of us all

As the mushrooms grow plump on the leaf layer rot

We are on our knees foraging –

Like any animal when the chill sets in

The low hanging rosehips and staining sumac

Are warnings: gather now

Or regret

*

I have always seen the graceful birch and thought of you

But the beavers by the lake have devastated them

Teeth marks so fresh the wood is discoloured

The beasts have dragged them into the water which sits still

(Deceivingly so)

And some are left rotting, shore stranded

The gluttonous ruins of this slow-building season

*

Someone told me once that birches were called widowmakers

For the rot in the inside is long hidden by the outer paper bark

Goddess, you must smile

(Being a widowmaker yourself)

For you know too well that eventually the paper falls apart to reveal that ever creeping death

Your sister-cousin has taken her first steps below the earth – you know this because:

How things begin to rot around you, mistress! How even the living begin to stink!

Send out your beasts, your holy hunting dogs

Let your hurried hungry arrows miss the crowns of every baby I catch this year

Let the mothers rejoice or mourn as they will;

I am with you, goddess, whatever comes.

homopower:

khmacleod:

Ancient moon priestesses were called virgins. ‘Virgin’ meant not married, not belonging to a man – a woman who was ‘one-in-herself’. The very word derives from a Latin root meaning strength, force, skill; and was later applied to men: virle. Ishtar, Diana, Astarte, Isis were all all called virgin, which did not refer to sexual chastity, but sexual independence. And all great culture heroes of the past, mythic or historic, were said to be born of virgin mothers: Marduk, Gilgamesh, Buddha, Osiris, Dionysus, Genghis Khan, Jesus – they were all affirmed as sons of the Great Mother, of the Original One, their worldly power deriving from her. When the Hebrews used the word, and in the original Aramaic, it meant ‘maiden’ or ‘young woman’, with no connotations to sexual chastity. But later Christian translators could not conceive of the ‘Virgin Mary’ as a woman of independent sexuality, needless to say; they distorted the meaning into sexually pure, chaste, never touched. —Monica Sjoo

Casual reminder that “virgin” in the modern/Christian sense of the word is literally a complete bullshit, made-up social construct, arbitrarily given a negative connotation.