Better Than Everyone Since 1643
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sixpenceee:

Here is something phenomenal, I have to share with you all: 
A mother cichlid keeps her babies in her mouth to protect them. Sometimes she let’s them out as shown above. Her mouth serves as a nest and nursery. 
It may seem like a good system, but it’s not exactly.
Let me introduce these guys: 

These catfish are notorious parasites. The catfish try and pick up a few of cichlid eggs. The mother defends her station, while the catfish drop a few of their own eggs. They know the cichlid mother will pick them up and think of it as her own egg.

So the cichlid become a surrogate mother for the offspring of their enemy. The catfish take off soon, not knowing what’s becomes of their young. The cichlid mother does her job, letting her brood grow in her mouth. 

Like in a horror movie, the catfish eggs hatch first. The baby catfish gobbles up every single one of the cichlid babies.

The cichlid mother releases, not her own babies, but the killer catfish baby that ate of all her own children.

The cichlid mom doesn’t realize the switch and treats the catfish baby as if it were her own.

A morbid, ironic twist. Here’s the video for this
Another interesting science post: How the Mokin Children Are Able to See Crystal Clear Underwater

sixpenceee:

Here is something phenomenal, I have to share with you all: 

A mother cichlid keeps her babies in her mouth to protect them. Sometimes she let’s them out as shown above. Her mouth serves as a nest and nursery. 

It may seem like a good system, but it’s not exactly.

Let me introduce these guys: 

These catfish are notorious parasites. The catfish try and pick up a few of cichlid eggs. The mother defends her station, while the catfish drop a few of their own eggs. They know the cichlid mother will pick them up and think of it as her own egg.

So the cichlid become a surrogate mother for the offspring of their enemy. The catfish take off soon, not knowing what’s becomes of their young. The cichlid mother does her job, letting her brood grow in her mouth. 

Like in a horror movie, the catfish eggs hatch first. The baby catfish gobbles up every single one of the cichlid babies.

The cichlid mother releases, not her own babies, but the killer catfish baby that ate of all her own children.

The cichlid mom doesn’t realize the switch and treats the catfish baby as if it were her own.

A morbid, ironic twist. Here’s the video for this

Another interesting science post: How the Mokin Children Are Able to See Crystal Clear Underwater

actual-zackry:

aphamurrica:

dierwolf:

2014 was one of those years that started out like “THIS IS GOING TO BE GREAT!!!” and its halfway through and we have a war going on, a deadly disease has been spread, countless shootings have happened, racism is alive, more people have been leaving living things inside of hot cars, and robin williams is fucking dead

That’s true, but you know what else is true?

Over 60 girls and women captured in Nigeria have escaped. We are so much closer to curing HIV and AIDS. Uganda has decriminalized homosexuality (which was punishable by death). Two US states have legalized gay marriage this year (making it 19 states with marriage equality in total), and 12 have struck down their bans and are awaiting approval.  We’re fighting racism and sexism as hard as ever, and more and more representation is available for us in the media. More young people are becoming aware of the great injustice in this world. This war is gonna end soon. An 8-year-old girl has become the first to beat brain cancer. Robin Williams is dead, but he left nothing but laughter and happiness and truth as his legacy. More and more soldiers are coming home to their families. More children are going to go college this year than ever, and that rate is only ever increasing. More girls in the Middle East are going to school, and standing up for their rights, thanks to Malala. Young girls are inventing more and more things that are fucking revolutionizing our world, from everywhere- even in places you don’t expect them to come from.

Today, millions of people will have babies, and kiss the loves of their lives, and get married, and hold hands, and sing in the shower, and have sex, and read books, and laugh (billions of people will laugh today), and tell secrets, and dance, and dream, and get promotions, and write, and draw, and fall in love. 

I know it doesn’t seem like it. I know that you’re tired of this. But have faith. Things are getting better. Believe in humanity. We have come this far. We’re not gonna give up yet. 

YOU ARE AMAZING THANK YOU

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wonnderr-lusttt:

looow-tus:

undftdaniel:

defend-sissy-boy-emo:

jadelyn:

holypuckingcow:

abbysetcetera:

Adulthood doesn’t mean you stop drinking juice pouches and eating fruit snacks. It means buying your own. 

and mixing them with vodka

At 3 in the morning while marathoning your favorite show because nobody can tell you to go to bed.

And then regretting your decisions the next morning.

Because you have to work.

and make more money to buy fruit snacks and juice pouches.

and vodka
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shatteredchrystal:

runaon:

a-little-bi-furious:

asherehsa:

samjoonyuh:

Perspective. 

"Looting? I thought these were supposed to be nonviolent protests"

I know it’s incredible! People are literally coming out of the woodwork to comment on this photoset to focus on the looting headline with “well yes it is nice they were helping people hit with the tear gas, but stealing is still wrong uwu” as if they’re back to kindergarten morality.

Like everyone who’s gone to boot camp I’ve been tear gassed. They put about 50+ of you in a gas chamber and toss it in. You have to stay there until your rank is allowed to exit. Before that though, you have to say your name, rank, and social security number. You then exit and file into ranks (again) outside and are not allowed at any point to rinse your face or eyes for the entire day.

That right there? Easily the worst part of boot camp. My eyes were literally swollen shut. I was blinded for a good 30 minutes and my chest hurt for days.

I have zero problem and not and ounce of judgement for people raiding a mcdonalds that can easily afford to repair damage for ANYTHING to help ease the shittiness that is being tear gassed. Esp because every one of us in boot were medically sound to deal with tear gas. Children, asthmatics, people prone to panic and anxiety attacks, the elderly as sooo many more are NOT going to handle tear gas well at ALL.

Or that smoke the police use either.

It’s easy to sit there and judge someone from the safety of your home and say things like “it’s just tear gas” or “it can’t be that bad”.

Fuck you. As someone who HAS been gassed, you need to stfu.

I remember all the preparation they did to get us ready for the gas chamber in boot camp. We were taught how to handle ourselves, how to control our breathing, not to touch anything, how to avoid the worst of the gas. But it still didn’t matter. I remember taking in that first breath and feeling like I had just been kicked in the chest. I remember a few guys in my platoon falling down and vomiting. We knew the gas wasn’t as bad on the floor but we were the fifth platoon through and the vomit kept us from bending over more than absolutely necessary. I remember a few guys, guys in peak health training to be infantrymen, breaking ranks and running for the door only to be dragged back in kicking and screaming until they said name, rank and serial. They were expecting it, trained for it, bragging about how it wouldn’t bother them.
I remember standing there with all of the mucus from my nasal cavity on the front of my ACUs and thinking to myself “This is the nonviolent option?”
Covered head to toe and my skin still itching I looked down at the silver wedding band hanging next to my dog tags and realized that the gas had eaten little pits into its surface.
I stood there and thought of all the news reports I had seen over the years. The uprisings and revolutionaries being gassed, the crowds running from men in masks.
That’s the moment I got it, staring at my ruined wedding band, that’s the moment I realized terrorism isn’t about bombs or who is using them. It’s about controlling people through fear. It’s about removing their ability to act reasonably, to make them seem like the monsters. Terrorism is about triggering people to fight or flight then blaming them for not being rational. It’s about power. Remove someone’s power to act with reason, and you remove their humanity.