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weaselle · 1 year

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i wanna do a thing where i lay out studies that show things in different primates that show us parts of ourselves as humans. Call it Primates: Through the Looking Glass or The Monkey in the Mirror or something

There are studies and documentaries that show things about Gorillas, Chimpanzees, Bonobos, Baboons, Macaques... that just make sense to me. That if shown right would make sense to a lot of people, i think.

like... they were studying this one group of gorillas --

okay wait. First of all, you know a silverback (the Big Male) of the group is not the leader or in charge or anything, right? He has a role, and it includes a certain amount of control, which i’ll explain briefly, but he’s not, like, in charge.

wait, you know all that Dominance/Alpha theory about wolves is all wrong, right?

wait wait wait, and also that like, the bull or the stag or whatever in a herd is not in charge of anything, right? right?

hold on. the wolves is it’s own post, the herd thing i might get back to, we’re on gorillas, okay. Silverback is basically just the male head of an extended family in which plenty of the leadership is handled by the women of the family.

There are often 2-4 silverbacks, but one, usually the largest, will clearly be senior to the others who are often his sons or brothers. Silverbacks have three main roles

1: defend the group from all physical threats aside from people, these threats are mostly random male gorillas, chimpanzee baby-snatching gangs, and the occasional leopard. Just his alert presence handles most scenarios, and then maybe a few times a year he has to risk his life fulfilling this responsibility. It is this role that provides most of whatever actual power he has over the group, namely this: while he isn’t necessarily the one deciding when and where the group goes on a daily basis, if the most powerful/capable silverback does decide to travel a direction, they pretty much have to go with him, the family isn’t safe without him.

2: make babies. And this is one area where the ladies of the group will sometimes sort of vote with their ovaries, and favor a silverback that isn’t the main one, like “yeah, Frank, you are the biggest, but honestly you’re a dick and we’re going to make sure the next generation of silverbacks isn’t another one of you.” When you see a main large silverback in a group of gorillas, it isn’t, like, his blindly loyal harem, they have to approve of him. Also gorilla females move between groups, and sometimes they take members with them or start new groups and stuff. Anyway i’m getting off track, one of the silverbacks jobs is making babies

3. keep the peace This functions a lot like being in the back seat with your siblings with your parents up front. Basically any disputes within the group have to be handled within a certain parameter of decorum, because if it gets too out of hand HE’s going to come over, and He’ll be upset, which is low-key terrifying because He’s huge, and there’s no telling who He’ll decide is at fault or what he’ll do about it, so letting a situation get out of hand is a losing scenario for everyone involved really. Tho typically he will favor senior females in disputes, in a “don’t you talk that way to your mom” kind of way.

one last thing, silverbacks don’t actually transfer power between silverbacks via battle every time.

Like i was just reading accounts from a multi-generational observational study of some wild gorillas that featured one big silverback just straight up taking over by performing the silverback duties better and becoming preferred by everyone else in the group. There was no fight, it just became, i do the job better, everyone likes me better, kicking my ass can’t change that, and boom, he was the primary silverback. And the other silverback might have been a bit dull, or a bit of a bully, but like us their species’ success is largely dependent on social intelligence; once he saw the writing on the wall, that other, slightly larger sivlerback didn’t even bother trying to change the situation with a physical fight, he understood what had happened.

okay so all that was just to tell you all this story. lol. Here’s what i saw in one documentary:

This very big, getting old silverback, who was hugely popular and successful, with a very large and tightly bonded family group, and a couple of his hulking adult sons backing him up. Everybody in his group seemed to love him a lot, he was particularly calm in that gentle giant sort of way, a safe, emotionally steady presence, happy to help raise his sons and daughters with kindness, and who could become a raging nightmare if pressed by a leopard ... exactly what a band of gorillas wants in a silverback.

But one of his adult sons had plenty of silver on his own back, and was getting itchier and itchier to be main man of the group, and this is where we start our little drama

It seems to be coming to a head, and the observers are nervous about a fight for the position. The silverback and his son are both are huge, probably approaching 400lbs, mostly muscle, with long thick fangs and skulls topped with jaw muscles as big as human biceps to wield those teeth, which nature has given them primarily to fight other gorillas with.

But then the next day, the old man leads the fam up the mountain.

it’s winter, which is why they have come down the mountain in the first place. But as we discussed, if he goes somewhere, they have to go, so they all follow behind.

up he goes, and then he sits. And waits. It’s cold and there is much less food up here at this time of year. There’s nothing to do but sit hungry in the cold. His size and metabolism makes him the most able to withstand the cold, but even he is pretty uncomfortable.

And so he sits. And his family, perhaps confused, but loyal, sits around him.

But his son, the other huge silverback, with years of training even as an adult under his wise father, is ready and able to go off on his own. Finally, he stands up, makes clear his intentions to leave this uncomfortable place. A small handful of the other gorillas stand with him -- if he goes down the mountain, then they can safely leave as well. He turns and heads down the mountain. After a moment, a few more gorillas leave the main group to follow. All in all it winds up being nearly half.

The wise older silverback thoughtfully watches his son leave with about half the group. He sits a while longer in the cold, in the company of those most loyal to him, and then takes them along a different path down the mountain

And those two groups still ran into each other sometimes, and were friendly. And sometimes a couple gorillas would change between the two groups. They were still close.

But i just thought that was such an elegant, meaningful way for that gorilla to handle that whole situation. And it makes a completely human sort of sense to me.

#science and nature #gorillas #primates

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thagomizersshow · 8 months

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Apes are a kind of monkey, and that's ok

This is a pet peeve of mine in sci comm ESPECIALLY because many well respected scientific institutions are insistent about apes and monkeys being separate things, despite how it's been established for nearly a century that apes are just a specific kind of monkey.

Nearly every zoo I've visited that houses apes has a sign somewhere like the one below that explains the supposed distinction between the two groups, focusing on anatomy instead of phylogeny.

(Every time I see a graphic like this I age ten years) Movies even do this, especially when they want to sound credible. Take this scene from Rise of the Planet of the Apes:

This guy Franklin is presented as the authority on apes in this scene, and he treats James Franco calling a chimpanzee a monkey like it's insulting.

But when you actually look at a primate family tree, you can see that apes are on the same branch as Old World monkeys, while New World monkeys branched off much earlier.

(I'm assuming bushbabies are included as "lorises" here?)

To put it simply, that means you and I are more closely related to a baboon than a baboon is to a capuchin.

Either the definition of monkey includes apes OR we can keep using an anatomical definition and Barbary macaques get to be an ape because they're tailless.

"I've got no tails on me!"

Why did all this happen? Why did we start insisting apes are monkeys, especially considering the two words were pretty much interchangeable for centuries? Well I've got one word for ya...

This the attitude that puts humans on a pedestal over other life on Earth. That there are intrinsically important features of humanity, and other living things are simply stepping stones in that direction.

At the dawn of evolutionary study, anthropocentrism was enforced by using a model called evolutionary grades. And boy howdy do I hate evolutionary grades.

Basically, a grade is a way of defining a group of animals by using anatomical "complexity". It's the idea that evolution has milestones of importance that, once reached, makes an organism into a new kind of thing. You can almost think of it like evolutionary levels. An animal "levels up" once it gains a certain trait deemed "complex".

You can probably see the issue here; that complexity is an ephemeral idea defined through subjectivity, rather than based off anything truly observable. What makes walking on 2 legs more complex than walking on four? How are tails less complex than no tails? "Complexity" in this context is unmeasurable, therefore it is unscientific. That's why evolutionary grades suck and I never want to look at one.

For primates, this meant once some of them lost their tails, grew bigger brains, and started brachiating instead of leaping, they simply "leveled up" and became apes. Despite the early recognition that apes were simply a branch of the Old World monkey family tree (1785!), the idea of grades took precedent over the phylogenetic link.

In the early years of primatology, humans were even seen as a grade "above" apes, related but separated by our upright stance and supposed far greater intelligence (this was before other apes were recognized tool users).

It wasn't until the goddamn 1970s that it was recognized all great apes should be included in the clade Hominidae alongside humanity. This was a major shift in thinking, and required not just science, but the public, to recognize just how close we are to other living species. It seems like this change has, thankfully, happened and most institutions and science respecting folks have accepted this fact. Those who don't accept it tend to have a lot more issues with science than only accepting humans as apes.

And now, we come to the current problem. Why is there a persistent idea that monkeys and apes are separate?

I want to make it clear I don't believe there was a conscious movement at play here. I think there's a lot of things going on, but there isn't some anti-monkey lobby that is hiding the truth. I think the problem is more complicated and deals with how human brains and human culture often struggle to do too many changes at once.

Now, I haven't seen any studies on this topic, so everything I say going forward is based on my own experience of how people react to learning apes (and therefore, humans) are monkeys.

First off, there is a lot of mental rearranging you have to do to accept humans as monkeys. First you, gotta accept humans as apes, then you have to stop thinking in grades and look at the family tree. Then you have to accept that apes are on the Old World monkey branch, separate from the New World monkeys.

That's a lot of steps, and I've seen science-minded zoo educators struggle with that much mental rearranging. And even while they accept this to an extent, they often find it even harder to communicate these ideas to the public.

I think this is a big reason why zoos and museums often push this idea the hardest. Convincing the public humans are apes is already a challenge, teaching them that all apes are monkeys at the same time might seem impossible.

I believe the other big reason people cling to the "apes-aren't-monkeys" idea is that it still allows for that extra bit of comforting anthropocentrism. Think of it this way; anthropocentrism puts humans on a pedestal. When you learn that humans are apes, you can either remove the pedestal and place humans with other animals, OR, you can place the apes up on the pedestal with humanity. For those that have an anthropocentric worldview, it can actually be easier to "uplift" the apes than ditch the pedestal.

Too make things worse, monkeys are such a symbol of a "primitive" animal nature that many can't accept raising them to the "level" of humanity, but removing the pedestal altogether is equally painful. So they hold tight to an outdated idea despite all the evidence. This is why there's often offense taken when an ape is called a monkey. It's tantamount to someone calling you a monkey, and that's too much of a challenge to anthropocentrism.

Personally, I think recognizing myself as a monkey is wonderful. Non-ape monkeys are as "complex" as any ape. They make tools, they have dynamic social groups, they're adapted to a wide range of environments, AND they have the best hair of all primates.

I think we should be honored to be considered one of them.

#primatology #primates #phylogeny #sci comm #monkeys #apes

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rudrjobdesk · 2 years

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मछलियों को खाना खिलाता दिखा चिंपैंजी, बड़ी फुरसत से पानी के ऊपर बैठ निभाता रहा ड्यूटी

जो कभी दुश्मन रहे हों वो कभी दोस्त नहीं बन सकते, ऐसा नहीं है. बस मन मिज़ाज बदलने की देर है फिर जानी दुश्मन जान बचाने के लिए मेहनत करता भी नज़र आ सकता है. सोशल मीडिया ऐसा ही प्लेयफॉर्म है जहां तेज़ी से बदलती दुनिया फटाफट नज़र आती है और फिर हर ओर छा जाती है. और लोग इसे पसंद भी करते हैं. सबसे ज्यादा पसंदीदा होता है जानवरों की दुनिया से जुड़ा वीडियो. Wildlife viral series में मिलिए ऐसे चिंपैंजी से जो…

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#ajab gajab news #animals life #Chimpanzee feeding on fish goes viral- मछलियों का खाना खिलाता चिंपैंजी वायरल #feeding the fish- फीडिंग द फिश #khabre jara hatke #The chimpanzee left all the work and started feeding the fish- सारा काम छोड़ मछलियों को दाना डालने के काम पर लग गया चिंपैंजी #The feeling of affection towards creatures smaller than ourselves is heart touching - खुद से छोटे जीवों के प्रति स्नेह की भावना दिल छू लेती #The fishes were seen swimming and then opening their mouths for grains- तैरकर आती फिर दाने के लिए मुंह खोलती दिखी मछलियां #The monkey won the trust of the fish swimming in the pond- तालाब में तैरती मछलियों का बंदर ने जीता भरोसा #Viral News #Viral Video #weird news #wildlife video #Wildlife Viral Series

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peony-flowerking7 · 14 days

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@keykittygirl

Ambience experimentation! LET'S GO CAT OC I have two favorite monkey ocs and cat ocs because I really like cats there like my number one, second being monkeys....except chimpanzees fuck no.

Anyhow, I'm going to finish as much ocs as I can I have much in my mind and my schedule looks awful, man I need a break before I start breaking.

I tried doing the ambience suspicious one because your OC was perfect for it! Thank you, I have gained new knowledge from filters. Won't respond to ask for now please wait patiently I am trying my best I see my past life!

#monkie kid #lego monkie kid #lmk #lego monkie kid oc #lmk oc #monkie kid oc #oc #monkie kid fandom #lmk fandom #lego monkie kid fandom #peony art #oc request #hehehhehe #cat oc #practice practice practice

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chipika · 3 months

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Monkeys Observation Diary

Gojo/reader/Geto

Beware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves.

——Matthew 7:15

01-Monkeys Observation Diary

From a young age, you have enjoyed observing others.

You always notice details that others wouldn't, such as someone subconsciously touching their nose when feeling uncomfortable, the slight upward turn of the corner of someone's mouth when lying, the lack of genuine laughter in someone's eyes, which appear stagnant like a still pool.

When you were a kid, you would often accompany your parents to various parties and gatherings. In these grand occasions with many distinguished guests, people seemed lively and immersed in an atmosphere of nobility and joy. However, most of the conversations revolved around trivial matters. Adults liked to showcase their wealth through subtle details, such as prestigious watches, lapel pins, and tie clips (truly wealthy individuals never flaunt their wealth ostentatiously; that's something only nouveau riche would do). Children, on the other hand, were more direct. They would babble about the new and exciting toys their parents bought for them, and then another child would claim that their new toy was more expensive than the one mentioned before, leading to a competition of whose parents purchased the pricier toy. Essentially, adults and children are the same at their core. One could even say that children are a reflection of their parents, as they unconsciously learn from their parents' behavior and replicate it when interacting with others, especially peers. Whether adults or children, they all find joy in showcasing their status, reputation, and wealth. Ultimately, they seek validation from others to establish their self-identity. Their entire belief system is built upon gaining recognition from others, and this is what we call vanity.

It's not just the wealthy; you notice that most people are this way.

People always believe that the image they present to the outside world is more important than their true selves. They place great emphasis on others' opinions and strive tirelessly to receive praise, even if the end result may not align with their expectations. Ultimately, this stems from their own self-doubt, which is rooted in human nature's ignorance. In reality, the majority of people in society are dirty, despicable, shameless, base, arrogant, greedy, and lazy, always seeking trouble where there is none. The remaining few pretend to be "untainted by the mud" but may secretly be even more base and arrogant. They create their own clique, characterized by hypocrisy.

Similar behavior can be observed among chimpanzees, although their behavior is more primitive. A group of chimpanzees is ruled by the most mature and powerful male individual, establishing a social hierarchy from the highest-ranking ("alpha male") to the lowest. The dominant male carefully establishes and maintains his position within the hierarchy, primarily through displays of power, such as baring his teeth, pounding tree trunks, shaking branches, and throwing large rocks. Lower-ranking males and females usually respond with submissive and appeasing gestures to confirm their position. Even the contests between males for dominance can be seen as displays of prowess, as both sides try to impress the other with their strength without resorting to physical combat, until one side concedes in a submissive posture. However, in rare cases, these struggles are decided through physical fights, where battles involve beating, kicking, and biting, often resulting in severe injuries or even death. From this, it is evident that humans and chimpanzees are fundamentally the same, although they display their behaviors differently.

You discover that everything people wholeheartedly, tirelessly, and against all odds strive to pursue ultimately boils down to seeking the praise and admiration of others. Positions, titles, wealth, and social status are all just means to gain more respect from others. In this aspect, humans are as foolish as chimpanzees. It is a weakness in human nature, perhaps a result of civilization and social evolution. After all, humans are social beings and naturally seek the approval of others within the group. This emotion can be considered a powerful tool for those who wish to control others. Among various methods of "shaping" individuals, maintaining and reinforcing a sense of honor hold significant positions.

To verify this idea, you once conducted an experiment. You chose a male classmate from the same primary school as you, similar in age but a few months older. He came from a comfortable middle-class family, with both parents working as white-collar professionals. Though not particularly wealthy, they lived a decent life. There was no specific reason for selecting him as the subject of your experiment, except that he had once lent you an eraser during an exam.

The experiment was straightforward. You continually showered him with unrealistic praises. For example, if he achieved good grades in a test, you would compliment him on how smart he was, even better than you. In reality, you deliberately performed poorly on the test and asked for his guidance, creating an illusion that he was superior to you. Slowly, he started to believe that he was indeed a genius, while you appeared to be dependent on him, incapable of anything.

When the actual exam came, you scored a perfect grade while his score was lower than yours. Seeing someone he considered inferior outperform him, he fell into self-doubt and frustration. At that moment, you consoled him, saying it was just a fluke and that he would surely do better next time. However, his performance remained consistently poor in subsequent exams.

After experiencing repeated failures, his confidence suffered severe blows. It was then that you told him, "Perhaps this is as far as your abilities go," completely negating the "genius" persona you had built for him. His entire belief system was destroyed by your words.

Later, he stopped coming to school, and you didn't know what happened to him. You only heard from his mother that he seemed to be facing mental issues, not speaking anymore, becoming a complete wreck.

After this, you made another friend, but you didn't conduct the same experiment on him because you had already successfully validated your idea, and there was no need for another experiment. This friend was naive and obedient in nature, while you, deep down, harbored a tyrannical streak. You wanted to control his soul without any restraint, to mold him into what you desired. However, as soon as he obediently followed your lead, you immediately began to resent him and pushed him away. You loved his compliance, but at the same time, you hated it. You wanted him to be subservient to you, yet you also wanted him to disobey you. Yes, the process of shaping him was interesting, but the outcome was utterly boring. If he had eventually bitten back at you, you would have been even more delighted.

However, later on, you encountered someone fascinating – someone more genuine than anyone you had met before. He never concealed his thoughts and was truly consistent in his words and actions. In fact, he saw through your facade the first time you met him. That person was Gojo Satoru, the pride of the Gojo Family, the wielder of the Six Eyes, and someone who had been worth billions on his head since birth.

You met Gojo Satoru at a gathering when you were both kids. Your initial impression of him was that, like you, he was a loner. He disregarded the flattery of adults and didn't play with children of his age. He sat alone, playing with his Game Boy, emanating an aura that set him apart from everyone else. In short, he was an outsider.

Throughout the entire event, the only outsiders were Gojo and you. However, unlike him, you didn't isolate yourself with an air of superiority. To maintain good interpersonal relationships, you still participated in necessary social activities. Whatever you were thinking, as long as you played the role assigned to you by society, you could peacefully see off each day.

When facing others, you would put on a smile, accompanied by appropriate body language, while suppressing your own emotions and feelings, compressing your own space entirely. This way, you could expand the other person's space until it enveloped yours. Only then could they accept you, trust you. Everyone wants to be seen, heard, and valued, and you used this to manipulate others, but it was difficult for them to perceive it.

On normal days, no matter who you talked to, you would wear a smile, but deep inside, there was no joy. Gojo saw through this the first time he spoke to you. Nobody else had seen through your act, but Gojo had. At that time, you speculated that maybe his Six Eyes could even see through people's hearts.

"Can you stop smiling? Your fake smile is disgusting."

Gojo suddenly approached you, his expression void of emotion as he spoke. You thought he must be mocking you internally, just like how you mocked others.

Since then, you two would occasionally exchange a few words. Although this can't even be called a "friendship," only when chatting with Gojo, you don't have to disguise your expression. If it were someone else, they would surely wonder why you have a poker face. But Gojo is different; in front of him, your expressionless face is forgiven.

Perhaps for the same reason, he chose you as his chat partner when he's bored.

You thought you might want to transform him into the image you desire, but you didn't. He is already perfect, exactly the way you want him to be – he despises his surroundings, proudly detaching himself from this environment entirely. Moreover, he is the first person to see through your mask, and he unhesitatingly tears it apart. He is the person you have been searching for, a perfect subject of your observation.

And his eyes, oh, you love his blue eyes, which resemble the sky stretching infinitely into the distance. If he ever chooses to leave you, there's no telling whether you would dig out his eyes and preserve them in a glass jar for your solitary admiration.

Gojo is someone who enjoys eating sweets, to the point of an abnormal obsession. Since he has no other chat buddies besides you, he often drags you along to eat desserts, sometimes even going to several places in a single day. In the end, he becomes the only one eating the sweets, while you serve as a mere companion. It doesn't bother you, though. For you, it's an opportunity to observe Gojo up close, and for him, it's having someone to accompany him. It's a win-win situation, and you don't see anything wrong with it. After all, in the end, you both are just utilizing each other to satisfy your own desires.

Towards the end of winter vacation, Gojo called you out again. You went to Shinjuku, where various shops lined the bustling streets. The clear sky, trimmed by the scenery and tree of the street, glowed with a mysterious and distinct radiance. You could feel the apricity on your head. But besides the sun, you could also sense two intense gazes. These gazes were not the casual glances of passersby but rather the kind that stuck to you like goldfish droppings, or rather, stuck to Gojo.

The thought of the subject you were observing being observed by others stirred up a muddy emotion deep within you. However, you still spoke in a cold and indifferent tone, saying, "Looks like someone has their eyes on you, Satoru." Since Gojo call you by your first name, you also referred to him as "Satoru" (Note: In Japan, it's customary to use someone's first name directly only when you have a close relationship).

"I know." Gojo responded nonchalantly. Then, he suddenly stopped walking, glanced at a building behind him, and turned back, clicking his tongue. "What are those small fry staring at?"

At that very moment, those gazes disappeared.

"They're probably assassins looking to claim a reward using your head." you said.

"From your tone, it seems like you're finding joy in someone else's misfortune?"

"Not at all," you replied, "If even someone like me can sense their presence, it just proves that they're nothing more than that level. I know you won't be killed by those kinds of people, without a doubt."

Gojo let out a disdainful snort. "Why are even you starting to flatter me?"

"It's not what you think," you shook your head. "I genuinely believe you're strong, a person who's perfect in everything except for your personality."

He pouted in dissatisfaction. "What do you mean by that last statement, you bastard?!"

"Am I wrong?" you tilted your head and asked, looking at him.

Your words left Gojo speechless. Seemingly aware of his own shortcomings, so hedidn't respond to you.

Then, the two of you fell silent for a while and slowly entered a café on the upper floor of a building. It was lunchtime, and the café was bustling with customers. The staff were busy, but they still managed to find you and Gojo a window seat. As soon as you sat down, Gojo didn't even glance at the menu and ordered a caramel banana waffle with Hokkaido milk ice cream.

"Do you come here often?" you curiously asked.

He chuckled. At this moment, the usually mature young man showed an expression befitting his age. "First time here, but I looked up information online beforehand. The caramel banana waffle with Hokkaido milk ice cream here is delicious."

"You really came prepared." you said as you picked up the menu and looked at it.

The menu was handwritten, and based on the handwriting, there was a good chance it was written by a girl. Moreover, the menu had a spray of lavender-scented perfume.

"I'll have a French apple pie with vanilla ice cream, please." you smiled slightly at the female waitress.

"Sure, please wait a moment." the waitress replied with a smile and then walked away.

Gojo looked at you, raising his eyebrows slightly, displaying a look of surprise. "Your fake smile has improved," he remarked.

You laughed. "Are you praising me or mocking me?"

"A bit of both." he said. "But I've always wondered why you always try to please others. Do you really want to fit in with them? Yet deep down, you clearly look down on them, don't you?"

So, look like I'm being observed, you thought. But you didn't feel offended at all; instead, you found it intriguing. You wanted to know what conclusions Gojo had drawn from observing you.

"Why do you think that?" you countered.

Gojo frowned impatiently. "I'm the one asking you questions! Didn't your teacher teach you not to answer a question with a question?"

"I'm emulating Socrates. Wasn't he fond of using questioning to guide students to find answers?" you replied.

"Stop babbling and answer my question."

"If you continue like this, no girl will ever like you, you know?"

"I don't care if anyone likes me," Gojo turned his head away, muttering, "I don't like anyone else either."

Although he said so, you still noticed a hint of melancholy on his face. While he may not be aware of it, deep inside, he desires to be liked and loved. After all, he's still just a child, at an age where he needs affection. The love he seeks is not the love given by his family, not the love that stems from being the Six Eyes' bearer; it's the love given because he is Gojo Satoru. This is the conclusion you've reached after months of observing Gojo Satoru and his family. It's the imperfection that inadvertently revealed itself after getting to know Gojo Satoru.

The atmosphere seemed to call for a good performance.

"To be honest, I quite like you." you said with a serious expression.

Upon hearing your words, Gojo expressed a look of disgust, his once handsome face wrinkling. "That's so gross."

You locked eyes for a moment, then burst into laughter simultaneously. The surrounding customers cast strange glances at you, but you paid no attention, laughing heartily in your chairs.

"To be honest," Gojo laughed so hard he couldn't catch his breath, tears streaming down his cheeks, "I can't imagine you liking anyone, even me. The person you would like must be a weirdo."

"So, this is how you perceive me? Truly disappointing." you shook your head. "I genuinely like you, you know."

"Who are you trying to fool?" Gojo said, wiping away his tears and winking at you. "Weren't you just asking me why I think you try to fit into other people's circles when deep down, you clearly look down on them? It's because I've seen the pain in your eyes when you talk to others."

"Pain?" you asked.

"That's right." he nodded. "The first time I saw you, I thought you were strange. You gave me a sense of disharmony."

"Hm. Is that so?" you said thoughtfully.

"Then tell me, why do you torment yourself like this? Are you a masochist?" he joked.

"Shut up." you laughed. "I'm not torturing myself, and I don't have any intention of fitting in with them. I simply believe that the smartest way to live is to disdain the trends of that era while still living within their boundaries."

Gojo silently gazed at you for a while, then dramatically sighed, spreading his hands and saying, "I really can't understand you."

You smiled and said nothing.

You had never thought of making Gojo understand you, nor had you ever thought of making anyone understand you. If one day the people around you found out that you were a cold, merciless person, how difficult would it be to continue living? In comparison to the present, which situation would be more lonely? You pondered, realizing that there probably wouldn't be much of a difference.

As you contemplated this question, the waiter brought your meals to the table.

#anime #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x you #geto suguru #geto x reader #lobotomy kaisen #i need a trepanation #SoundCloud

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I don't think I'll ever stop loving how much more cartoonishly chimplike they made Ryuji for Tactica. It's like with every new P5 game they release, they make sure to bring out his inner primate even more. First, it started with Morgana making brainless monkey comments in regular P5/R, then he was allowed to actually go apeshit and let loose with the gameplay style of Strikers, and now they're just straight-up styling his character design off of chimpanzees. He's just so emotive and animated. Every facial expression he makes and pose he's put it in makes him look like he's part wild animal. Look at this shit.

try and tell me that boy ain't monky coded

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basu-shokikita · 7 months

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Kloktober 2023 Day 13

Nightmares or Visions

I think this prompt was very fitting for Nathan, giving that he canonically has horrific nightmares and haunting visions.

However, it is my belief that Toki has recurring nightmares as well, given his whole character, you know? And I wanted to write a little about it for today so...have a little Toki nightmare for this lovely Friday the 13th <3

Toki entered the living room and saw Skwisgaar was already sitting there. He hadn’t been noticed, though, as Skwisgaar’s back was to him, probably busy with the guitar. He started walking towards him.

“Hey, Skwisgaar!”

Apparently not having heard, Skwisgaar didn’t turn to him. Nothing out of the ordinary, Skwisgaar could get lost with the instrument.

Toki tried again. “Skwisgaar!”

Still nothing. Okay, a bit weird, however…

“Skwisgaar?”

After the third time of being ignored, Toki grabbed Skwisgaar’s shoulder with exasperation. “Heys.”

When Skwisgaar finally turned to him, Toki realized he wasn’t alone. Beside him, there was…

A monkey?!

“Oh, heys, Toke.” Skwisgaar seemed almost bored by the sight of him. “Meets Mr. Giggle.” He pointed at the animal sitting by his side. “He ams our news rhythms guitarists.”

Toki did a double take, wondering if he had misheard. “Whats?!”

The monkey waved at him with a grin. He had a Gibson Flying V on his lap, the same guitar Toki used, and wore a black bowtie on his hairy neck.

“He ams much mores disciplined and responsibkles d’an yous.” Skwisgaar explained, impassive. “And he alsos very funnies.” As if to demonstrate, the animal put the guitar on his head and started juggling with red balls, while carefully maintaining his balance.

Sighing, Toki looked at Skwisgaar. “Looks, Skwisgaar, if dis ams some kinds of jokes, I gets it, okays? Alls do betters-”

“Jokes?” Skwisgaar raised an eyebrow, as if insulted. “Dis amsnt a joke, Toki. The bands has discussed dis and we agreeds that he ams da best for Dethklok’s futores.”

“You ams lying!” Toki yelled. He fucking hated when Skwisgaar tried to freak him out. “I bets dat monkeys can’t plays guitar!”

Skwisgaar shook his head like Toki had disappointed him. “Soes arrosgant, as always.” Then, he turned to the monkey. “Shows dis little dildos, Mr. Giggle.”

Immediately, the creature started shredding like a maniac, then went on to play a solo that sounded like the kind of stuff Skwisgaar came up with. The speed and agility of his fingers was terrifying, not even in his best days had Toki been that good.

Defeated, Toki fell to his knees. “Dis ams impossibles…”

“He ams a chimpanskees, by the ways.” Skwisgaar added, grimacing at Toki on the floor. “Comes here, you goofballs.”

Toki raised his eyes to see Mr. Giggles jump on Skwisgaar’s lap excitedly. Skwisgaar petted his head fondly. “Who ams da best rhythms guitarists in da worlds?” He cooed affectionately.

The chimpanzee barked, thumping his chest proudly.

“Oh, look, it’s Mr. Giggles!” Pickles walked into the room, joined by Nathan and Murderface. “Aw, dood, he has a lil’ bow!” He pointed out with a smile.

“You likes it?” Skwisgaar asked, elated. “I pickeds it especially for him.”

“It’s fucking brutal.” Nathan commented.

“That guy schure knowsch how to rock.” Even Murderface agreed. None of them spared a glance at Toki, like he wasn’t even there.

Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder. When he turned to see who it was, Charles was giving him his usual emotionless look. “We put all your stuff in boxes.” Two Klokateers holding several boxes were behind him. “And I, uh, took the liberty to call a cab for you.”

“Yous kicking me out?!” Toki screeched, standing up. The guys kept playing with Mr. Giggles next to him, completely unbothered by the commotion.

Charles gestured at some Klokateers by the door, moving furniture, clothes and decorations. “Mr. Giggles needs, uh, space for all his possessions. I’m afraid you no longer have a room.”

“Alls stay in de basements!” Toki clasped his hands together, pleading. “Please, don’ts kicks me out! I has nowheres to go!”

Moderately concerned, Charles put a hand on his chin. “I guess you could turn into a Klokateer. But, the…the conditions are gonna be harsh, Toki.” He stared at him with his cold robot eyes. “Are you sure you can take it? There are no second chances.”

Toki swallowed heavily. He imagined himself doing Pickles’ laundry, stained in vomit, pee and substances. Cleaning Skwisgaar’s room after a busy night, the smell of sex in the air, his monstrous seed all over the sheets and pungent underwear scattered across the floor. Washing Murderface’s disgusting feet and accidentally bursting its blisters, a mix of blood and pus dripping on his fingers. Throwing Nathan’s garbage after a night of spicy food and way too many chips. God, he didn’t want to work for these assholes.

He turned to look at Skwisgaar. The guy was playing with Mr. Giggles, tickling him and laughing. “Skwisgaar, please…” He got on his knees, ready to beg. “Alls do anythings, just let me stay in da bands, please!”

Skwisgaar side-eyed at Toki coldly, stopping the frolicking. The chimpanzee snarled at him while holding onto Skwisgaar possessively. “Why can’ts you accekpts dat it ams over, Toki?” He asked, stroking Mr. Giggles’ back while glancing at Toki like he was some pathetic creature or something.

“Because I don’ts wants to be replaced by a fucking monkeys!” Toki shouted, momentarily losing control. He winced at himself. “Sorries…”

“Gets up, Toki.” Skwisgaar said and he had no choice but to obey. Nathan, Pickles and Murderface were now paying attention to the exchange. An evil smirk spread across Skwisgaar’s face and Toki had a bad feeling in his gut. “I hereby perform citizens band-firing…” The chimpanzee nodded maniacally with his words. “Effective…..now!”

The walls of the house, of the universe even, cracked. “No!” Toki cried out in despair, losing his balance and falling backwards. The cracks were revealing black voids in between, slowly unraveling the fabric of Toki’s world. “No!” He cried out again.

Unbothered, Skwisgaar turned to his new pet lovingly. “Oh, and Mr. Giggle.” He said. “You can gets a solo.”

Toki himself felt his own body cracking in half. “Nooooo!!” He screamed, the last thing he saw being the ugly animal and Skwisgaar entangled in a passionate embrace.

“Ahh!!” He woke up, drenched in sweat and fear.

Startled by the noise, Skwisgaar and his guitar jolted next to him. “Da fucks, Toki?!” He asked, visibly annoyed.

It took Toki a few seconds to understand where he was. The living room again? “Wh-Where ams Mr. Giggle?!” He asked. “Don’t replaces me with a monkeys!” He grabbed Skwisgaar by the neckline of his shirt and shook him.

“L-Lets goes off me, idiots!” Skwisgaar tried to push him away to no avail.

“Don’t replaces me with a fucking monkeys!”

“What da fucks ams you saying?!”

“Alls does anythings, I swears!”

“Gets off me, Toki!”

#kloktober2023 #kloktober #metalocalypse #toki wartooth #skwisgaar skwigelf #dethklok #my writing #no beta we die like men etc

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primate-tournament · 1 year

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🦍The primate tournament list of candidates has been finalised! Polls will start going up soon!🦧

Thank you to everyone who submitted a species! Here is the full written list:

Basal primates (non-simian primates, including Strepsirrhini and Tarsiiformes)

†Notharctus (Notharctus tenebrosus)

Calabar angwantibo (Arctocebus calabarensis)

West African potto (Perodicticus potto)

Red slender loris (Loris tardigradus)

Bengal slow loris (Nycticebus bengalensis)

Pygmy slow loris (Xanthonycticebus pygmaeus)

Senegal bushbaby (Galago senegalensis)

Brown greater galago (Otolemur crassicaudatus)

Ring-tailed lemur (Lemur catta)

Verreaux’s sifaka (Propithecus verreauxi)

†Archaeoindris (Archaeoindris fontoynontii)

†Megaladapis (Megaladapis madagascariensis)

Madame berthe’s mouse lemur (Microcebus berthae)

Aye-aye (Daubentonia madagascariensis)

Philippine tarsier (Carlito syrichta)

Pygmy tarsier (Tarsius pumilus)

New world monkeys (Platyrrhini)

Wied’s marmoset (Callithrix kuhlii)

Goeldi’s marmoset (Callimico goeldii)

Bearded emperor tamarin (Saguinus imperator subgrisescens)

Golden-headed lion tamarin (Leontopithecus chrysomelas)

Panamanian white-faced capuchin (Cebus imitator)

Central American squirrel monkey (Saimiri oerstedii)

Gray-bellied night monkey (Aotus lemurinus)

Bald uakari (Cacajao calvus)

Madidi titi monkey (Plecturocebus aureipalatii)

Atlantic titi monkey (Callicebus personatus)

Black bearded saki (Chiropotes satanas)

White-faced saki (Pithecia pithecia)

Colombian red howler (Alouatta seniculus)

Brown spider monkey (Ateles hybridus)

Northern muriqui (Brachyteles hypoxanthus)

Yellow-tailed woolly monkey (Lagothrix flavicauda)

Old world monkeys (Cercopithecidae)

Mantled guereza (Colobus guereza)

Zanzibar red colobus (Piliocolobus kirkii)

Nepal gray langur (Semnopithecus schistaceus)

Silvery lutung (Trachypithecus cristatux)

Golden snub-nosed monkey (Rhinopithecus roxellana)

Proboscis monkey (Nasalis larvatus)

Red-shanked douc (Pygathrix nemaeus)

Collared mangabey (Cercocebus torquatus)

Japanese macaque (Macaca fuscata)

Rhesus macaque (Macaca mulatta)

Hamadryas baboon (Papio hamadryas)

Mandrill (Mandrillus sphinx)

Gelada (Theropithecus gelada)

Common patas monkey (Erythrocebus patas)

Bale mountains vervet (Chlorocebus djamdjamensis)

De brazza’s monkey (Cercopithecus neglectus)

Apes (Hominoidea)

Lar gibbon (Hylobates lar)

Pileated gibbon (Hylobates pileatus)

Kloss’s gibbon (Hylobates klossii)

Northern white-cheeked gibbon (Nomascus leucogenys)

Siamang (symphalangus syndactylus)

†Junzi (Junzi imperialis)

Bornean orangutan (Pongo pygmaeus)

†Gigantopithecus (Gigantopithecus blacki)

†Dryopithecus (Dryopithecus fontani)

Western lowland gorilla (Gorilla gorilla gorilla)

Chimpanzee (Pan troglodytes)

Bonobo (Pan paniscus)

†Australopithecus (Australopithecus afarensis)

†Panranthropus (Panranthropus boisei)

†Flores hobbit (Homo floresiensis)

†Neanderthal (Homo neanderthalensis)

The first set of polls will go up as soon as I have finished writing the descriptions! In the meantime, I would appreciate if you could share this tournament around- it won’t be much of a tournament if there aren’t that many people voting! In going down the research rabbit hole I’ve found so many interesting species and stories, and I promise learning about them here will be worth your time!

#primate bracket #tournament #tumblr tournament #poll #polls #primate #primates #extinct primates #biology #animals #zoology #please let me know if I made a mistake anywhere!

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bugeyedfreaks · 5 months

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rewatched the movie for the first time in ages after growing up having ppg be a crucial part of my childhood and even as mojo jojo was a shitty lab assistant and a very evil monkey before the girls or before he got hit with the chemical X it still pissed me off for the professor to just completely abandon him after the girls were born to where he’s forced out onto the streets?? not pissing me off in a narrative perspective to be clear, i just got mad at the professor for doing that. especially considering the chimp trade in the states is notoriously shady and like, of fucking course if you buy a chimpanzee for use as a “lab assistant” or test subject it’s going to be more than a little crazy because it’s a wild animal. he just left mojo jojo to fuck off and die like whoa??? forget the professor being arrested for his little girls destroying the city via tag, arrest him for ANIMAL ABUSE AND NEGLECT. he sucks fat eggs for that one

Yeah, it’s definitely weird that the Prof completely ignores Mojo after the girls are born. It’s different than in the show where he says that he ended up kicking Mojo out but completely forgot about it… which is still a little unbelievable because I would imagine it would be hard to forget about kicking Mojo frickin’ Jojo out of your house. 😆 Maybe the Prof just repressed the bad memories? Maybe the girls did too? What exactly did Mojo do after gaining sentience that made the Prof mad enough to toss him out on his own?

But since this is about the movie… for real, it’s messed up, and you kind of can’t blame Mojo for being pissed off about it. Okay, sure, before the accident, he was running around and messing up the laboratory, being a little bad boy, but he literally had no awareness at that point. It wasn’t like he knew he was being bad, he was just an animal. It was natural for him to jump around and swing on things and goof off. And it is super awful that the Professor had an animal in his lab, an animal he called his assistant of all things, and even after the initial shock of the Chemical X incident, doesn’t eventually check up on or worry about said animal after a chemical explosion? Like, bad boy or no, he could have been really hurt! There’s no questioning where he went? No side remark like, “Now where did Jojo, the chimpanzee and lab partner who was living in my home, go?” The Professor just totally forgets and automatically pivots to showering his new lab creations with gifts and attention? God. Poor Mojo. Imagine suddenly gaining sentience and no one cares that you could be hurt or dead or anything. That has to be an awful feeling. It’s no wonder he has a huge chip on his shoulder. 😢

So yeah, I agree, when you think about it, animal endangerment/abandonment, even if the animal was kind of a little jerk, is not much of a good look for the Professor. Ultimately though, it’s just one of those things that you can’t really overthink too much about, since at the end of the day, the movie can’t really have us sympathize much with Mojo ‘cause he’s gotta be the villain (luckily, I overthink things a lot, so I enjoy talking about stuff like this, especially about my problematic fave 😆).

Side note: I’ve wondered if Mojo’s origin story was added after the fact or if it was planned. I know he was, like, called Dr. Mojo in the Whoopass Girls, which you’d think might have hinted at him being a scientist and all that (with a degree, ooooh~) but I wonder if they’d even thought about the whole being a laboratory assistant to the Professor backstory even way back then. I dunno.

#powerpuff girls #ppg #mojo jojo #professor utonium #the powerpuff girls movie

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(not listed includes: Elephant 2020, Dolphin Reef 2020, Ghost of the Mountain 2017, Growing Up Wild 2016, Chimpanzee 2012)

#earth day #april 22 #disney #disneynature #yen sids poll #polar bear #monkey kingdom #earth #panda #penguins #african cats #butterfly #humming bird #flamingo #bear #ocean #tiger

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queenlucythevaliant · 10 months

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Guys. Guys. My sisters and brothers in Christ. There is no meaningful way to divide “micro” evolutions vs “macro” evolution. (Explanation got long and really emphatic, so see below the cut).

Some Christians like to use these words to distinguish current, directly observable processes of descent with modification from the cumulative sum of these processes ie “I can accept that dogs diversify into different breeds but not that all life shares a common ancestor.” This is. Really arbitrary.

Where are you drawing the line between “micro” and “macro”? Typically, people say that they don’t believe that one “kind” can evolve into another “kind.” So speciation? Because speciation is not only observable, but predictable and repeatable.

Okay, so there are a bunch of different species concepts, but for the sake of simplicity let’s use reproductive isolation because that’s what most people are familiar with. A new species emerges when a new population no longer interbreeds with an original population.

This can happen behaviorally (like if a new species of bird has a different mating dance and thus can’t court members of the original species), mechanically (genitals no longer compatible – right- and left-handed shellfish are a good example of this), or at cellular level (sperm and egg no longer compatible), or genetically (different numbers of chromosomes).

Guys. This happens all the darn time. We can watch it happen in real time and see the differences between species accumulate. We can even take a sample population, divide it in half, and subject the two subpopulations to different conditions causing them to diverge. It’s predictable and repeatable. I had a professor who did work like this in Alaskan fish capable of living in both fresh and salt water. His team was able to repeatedly create divergent fresh and saltwater exclusive populations which did not interbreed and had significant physiological differences. I had another prof who worked with cicadas and saw new species emerge because one year there was a big change in local climate and some of the five-year periodicals (I think) didn’t come out and breed for an extra year. They were reproductively isolated from the five-year periodicals that did emerge on time. Over the course of like fifty years they got more and more different from the original population and expanded to fill an empty niche and absolutely boomed in population, expanded geographical range, etc. There are journals full of this stuff.

Okay, so maybe you mean “kinds” more generally. Maybe you consider all fishes one “kind.” In that case, how do you account for the placement of whales? Or any crown group tetrapods, for that matter? Do you consider primates all one kind? In that case, what do you make of the changes in chromosome number between types of old- and new-world monkeys? If that’s within-”kind” variation in primates, is it also within “kind” variation when it divides chimpanzees from humans? This kind of taxonomy is just entirely untenable.

It gets even murkier when you look at microbes (my specialty), which don’t differentiate the same way that multicellular life does. Microbes reproduce asexually, and their main source of variation is horizontal gene transfer. As a result, there’s a lot of gray area between microbial species and even very different species are capable of swapping DNA under certain, not-that-unusual circumstances. So even if you want to say that all fishes, for example, are one “kind," then you basically have to group every prokaryotic species together the same way because they are way more reproductively compatible with one another than any broad group of animals you could think of.

And remember, microbes account for the overwhelming majority of life on earth—there are at least 100 million times more bacteria in the oceans than there are stars in the universe. Is this “micro” or “macro”? Mechanistically, it’s much less dramatic than so called “macroevolution” in animals, yet the scale, breadth, and timeframe involved would likely be considered “macro.” Not to mention, getting from the origin of life to the origins of multicellularity encompasses many more large evolutionary leaps that getting from multicellularity to modern man. If you’re willing to call microbial evolution “microevolution,” then you’re seventy-five percent of the way to just accepting that humans share a common ancestors with all other life on earth. If you’re not, well, there goes the entire “kinds” schema again.

Okay, so maybe the difference between “macro” and “micro” evolution isn’t speciation or “kinds”. Maybe you think that “macro” evolution refers to the greater processes by which very divergent species (say, humans and redwood trees) evolved from a single common ancestor long ago in deep time. Maybe the distinction between “macro” and “micro” evolution is essentially an historical one.

Apart from being very subjective, the big issue with this distinction is that it means that processes which observably occur in the present must have occurred either differently or not at all in the past. This is an absolutely wild claim, and I can’t think of any other subject about which people would say this.

This would be like saying—huh okay, now I gotta come up with an analogy—it would be like saying yes, I accept that fashion trends change season-to-season at present, but I’m not willing to accept claims that neckties could have come from cravats given enough time. It just defies logic.

Finally, it bears saying that “micro” and “macro” evolution are not scientific terms. I cannot state this emphatically enough. I have never once heard these terms from any professor, bio student, or serious publication. The only place I have ever seen them is in YE Creationist discourse. Christians made them up because some would like to hold two essentially incompatible positions.

#guys i really tried to resist writing this. i really did #i made the mistake of going into the notes in that evolution poll that's floating around these parts and it just made me crazy #this is just kind of a seat-of-my-pants infodump type post and i'm not sure if everything in it makes sense as written #i'm more than happy to entertain conversation around theistic evolution provided it's good faith #this is the best possible use of my bio degree isn't it??#i did write this kind of rant-style but i hope you know that i love my ye creationists brothers and sisters #just. i really really care about this stuff. i hope that comes through #all truth is God's truth #pontifications and creations

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