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Honestly? Today is Wednesday and tomorrow is Thursday ☕️💯

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observation: among a certain subset of tumblr users, the term “blorbo” has become unchic, but the concept it describes is still important; and so it has been replaced with “The Character”

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i don't care if "everybody" was kung-fu fighting, your father and i raised you better than this

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deeply grateful to DuckDuckGo both for autocorrecting this search and for having the grace to forego even mentioning it had been corrected

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The family Channichthyidae are more commonly known as icefish, and they are the only known vertebrates that lack hemoglobin in their blood as adults. As a result their blood is white and their skin appears translucent.

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Population per capita in each U.S.A. state.

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Anchovy Pear

(grias caulifora)

Also known as river pear

Found near rivers and marshes in Jamaica, Central America and Colombia, the anchovy pear is not actually a pear but a relative of the brazil nut (bertholletia excelsa). The practically branchless tree loves swampy soil and grows its flowers and fruits along its trunk, with its canopy consisting of leaves that can grow up to a meter in length, making it look somewhat like a palm. The fruit is eaten raw, but only when it is completely ripe. Immature fruits are used for pickling and they taste somewhat similar to mango. It is mainly eaten locally and sometimes cultivated to be sold at markets.

🍐 Reblog to share a fun fruit and to increase sample size! Check out even more interesting fruits here or in the list of all polled fruits. 🍐

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Ok i know it’s dumb as hell and means absolutely nothing, but one of my least favourite popular tumblr jokes is that one about a salmon getting all freaked out because we named the colour salmon after it’s flesh. It just hits my biology pet peeve so hard bc i hate it when people assign human morals and values to animals. I hate it even more if they’re INACCURATE ones. The majority of animals are opportunistic cannibals. Fish eat other fish. Toss some chum in the water and it looks like it’s in a rolling boil. A salmon would not be freaked out that we devour it’s flesh on a regular basis, because they would gladly eat each other if the opportunity presents itself. I went to a salmon farm on the south island once, and one of the gimmicks was you could catch your own fish (it was as fun as shooting fish in a barrel–or rather a large, enclosed pond, but you get the picture). You toss in a handful of feed pellets and nothing happens. Absolute silence. I dropped it right on top of a passing fish and it gave me the stink-eye. If i was prone to anthropomorphising i’d say one could almost sense their fishy disdain. Some guy gave us a piece of salmon to use as bait, and the instant that piece of flesh hit the water it was like a bomb had gone off. Every single fish in a ten meter radius converged on that single point and fought each other for the chance to devour their brethren. The hook was in the water for 3.5 seconds on average. If a salmon was cognisant enough to talk, it’s main beliefs would be DEVOUR. FEAST. FLESH. FLESH. FLESH.

Also while we’re on the topic, the life process of a salmon is so utterly alien and unthinkable to a human, the ‘being eaten’ part would rank so low on their list of Fucked Up Shit it’s not even worth talking about. you hatch in a river with no parents, no name, and no one to guide you or tell you who you are. You simply am. your mother laid up 10,000 eggs, but you are one of the 15% who hatched. You and your siblings were born to die, only a scant handful will reach maturity. When you’re big enough, an unknown force tells you GO TO THE OCEAN. You don’t know why. Hell, you don’t even know what the ocean is, but you don’t have a choice in the matter, your body has already changed so much that you can’t survive in freshwater any longer, if you don’t leave your nursery, you will die. You spend 1-7 years in the ocean, swimming the length of the continental united states of america (as far as alaska), until one day the unknown force tells you IT IS TIME and it tells you to retrace your steps (fins?) and return to the SAME STREAM YOU WERE BORN IN. you do this by smell in a way that baffles the apes studying you. Your body metamorphosizes into a SUPER SEXY version of yourself. Your entire body begins to slowly deteriorate, all energy goes to swimming and your reproductive organs. Getting eaten by a bear would be the kindest, cleanest death at this stage. You travel up rivers by swimming against the current, jumping small waterfalls, ect. If you’re one of the survivors who successfully mates, then your life ends here. You spend your last 15 days in the river you were born in, mating as much as possible if you’re male, or guarding your clutch of eggs if you're female, until your body slowly disintegrates. Maybe you find this horrific. Maybe you find this peaceful and satisfying. Getting named after a colour is low on your list of cares rn.

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It's difficult for me to take USAmerican high budget movies and serialized shows very seriously because of the weird standardization in the acting. I can't put a finger on it directly, it's just a way men all express anger or concern with almost identical mouth and eyebrow movements. Women all have the same head tilt and eyes wide plus mouth open "humorous shocked reaction" expression. Everyone has a different way to speak, but their voices follow the same stages, flatness here, rising pitch there.

It's not like I'm some kind of super empath feeling out every human interaction for sincerity, it's more like the more I watch high budget films from the USA with heavy producer involvement, the less performances stick out as unique to the actors. And I'm being really specific because I don't experience the same feeling with movies just a tiny step outside this bubble of conformity, or whatever it is. It doesnt come up much in films out of Ireland or Australia or the UK, or at all from anything subtitled. Like if you watched Supernatural a long time, eventually you start to notice how everyone delivers their lines with the same intonation, a macho growl that gets comical after awhile, but spread across a wider range. Standardized expressions of anger, sorrow, humor, love.

The instant you're outside that, the range of affect is shocking. Zero budget movies have bad acting, but also real sincerity. Shows without the need for mass marketability or especially end seasons when everyone knows its over, commonly have some of the most unique and true to life performances. And everyone is so used to the modern conformity of acting sees that stuff, the sincerity, and thinks it's just funny.

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the Wriothesler

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american puritan names have nothing on the first name of this 17th century dutch woman artist i just read about. my girl Tesselschade ('texel damage') named after the shipwrecking of her father's 44 trade ships on the coast of the island Texel in 1593.

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thinking fondly of this meme I made for a coworker years and years ago

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maaaaan if you put the youth of today into some kind of old style situation they would struggle but adapt over time much like those of the past.

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The thing about parrots is that they will fuck with you for fun. On the outside a parrot is a small flying dinosaur with bolt cutters on its face. On the inside a parrot is a toddler with a GED who you might have unwisely trapped in your house. Humans are usually the most entertaining thing in a parrot's environment (aside from other parrots).

My parrot knows all the words for his favorite foods: peanut, berry, carrot, and noodle are the most frequently requested. I often demonstrate how good he is at naming foods when I have guests over by saying, "Ripley, what is this?" And Ripley, seeing a roasted, unsalted peanut in my hand, will answer, "a peanut." He does this for many foods, multiple times a day, knowing that if he answers correctly I'll give him several of whatever he can name.

I also offer my houseguests a chance to participate, holding a treat about a foot away from Ripley and asking him what it is. Ripley is always very gentle when treats are involved. But for the past few months, when someone he doesn't know attempts this trick with him, he deliberately gets the answer wrong.

"What is this?" my friend asks Ripley as she holds out a peanut. He confidently answers, "a berry." We laugh. "No, what is it!" she tries again. "A berry." She laughs.

I hand her dried cranberry. "What's this?" she asks, holding it up. Without hesitation Ripley answers "a peanut." She holds up the peanut again. "What is it!!" "A berry," he answers. Both my friend and my parrot laugh. Apparently this joke is worth more to my bird than getting the treat.

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he just tickles her but it really looked like he was gonna let her sip the beer