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alphynix · 1 year

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Strange Symmetries #03: Eerie Early Echinoderms

Represented today by starfish, brittle stars, sea urchins, sea cucumbers, and crinoids, the echinoderms have a characteristic five-way radial symmetry that makes them barely even recognizable as bilaterians. Their true ancestry is only revealed by their genetics and their larvae, which still retain bilateral symmetry – and the way they metamorphose into adults is bizarre, essentially growing a whole new radial body from within the left side of their larval body.

(Sea cucumbers and sand dollars are superficially bilateral as adults, but evolved this secondarily on top of their existing radial symmetry. And some adult echinoderms like starfish also seem to retain a little bit of "behavioral bilaterism", generally preferring to move with a specific arm always acting as their "front" end.)

The first known echinoderms appeared in the fossil record during the early Cambrian, about 525 million years ago, but the common ancestor of the whole group probably actually originated a few tens of millions of years earlier in the mid-to-late Ediacaran. Early echinoderms seem to have started off as flattened animals that sat on the seafloor filter-feeding, and with this largely immobile way of life their bodies started to shift into asymmetry, no longer constrained by the locomotory advantages of being bilaterally symmetric.

In fact, for these early sedentary filter-feeders being radial was actually much more advantageous, able to distribute sense organs all around their bodies and grab food from any direction without having to reposition themselves, converging on the lifestyle of non-bilaterian cnidarian polyps. The evolutionary transition from bilateral to asymmetrical to pentaradial seems to have happened incredibly quickly during the Cambrian Explosion, and all modern echinoderms probably evolved from a group called the edrioasteroids, maintaining their new base body plan even when they later began taking up more mobile lifestyles again.

But during the process of all that some very alien-looking lineages split off at various stages of anatomical weirdness.

Stylophorans had asymmetrical bodies with a single feeding arm at the front, and varied from irregular boot-like shapes to almost bilateral heart shapes depending on their specific ecologies. The highly asymmetrical forms were probably spreading their weight out over soft soupy mud in quiet waters, while the more bilateral forms may have been more streamlined to deal with stronger water currents.

Sokkaejaecystis serrata was a stylophoran that lived during the late Cambrian, about 501-488 million years ago, in what is now South Korea. It was tiny, only about 1cm long (~0.4"), and its boot-shaped body was surrounded by spines and flanges that spread out its surface area and probably also made it much more awkward for small predators to attempt to eat.

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Meanwhile the solutes started off as immobile animals living attached to the seafloor via a stalk-like appendage. But fairly early in their evolution they switched to a more active mode of life, modifying their stems into tail-like "steles" that were used to push themselves along.

Maennilia estonica lived in what is now Estonia during the late Ordovician, about 450 million years ago. It was quite large for a solute at about 12cm long (~4.7"), with a sort of vaguely-trapezoidal body, a short feeding arm, and a long thin stele.

Both of these strange early echinoderm lineages were surprisingly successful, surviving for a good chunk of the Paleozoic Era alongside their more familiar radial relatives. The solutes lasted until the early Devonian about 400 million years ago, and the stylophorans continued all the way into the late Carboniferous about 310 million years ago.

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#science illustration #strange symmetries #paleontology #paleoart #palaeoblr #sokkaejaecystis #stylophora #maennilia #soluta #echinoderm #ambulacraria #deuterostome #bilateria #art #eldritch echinoderms #go home evolution you're drunk

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formulalfc · 3 months

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trent alexander arnold blurbs masterlist

quickie with trent in the supply closet 18+

trent teasing you when you're out 18+

trent teasing you at home 18+

you and trent slow dancing to lover

trent comes home after the game 18+

trent and you trending on twitter

trent being extra clingy when you come home from a trip

trent being all protective and jealous

reassuring trent that you love him no matter what the media says

trent with his baby girl

trent thinking about starting a family with you

trent being nervous for your first date

trent taking you away for a relaxing weekend

trent taking care of you when you're sick

sex tape with trent 18+

trent cooking dinner for you

you and trent holding hands on ur way home

teasing trent when his ass is trending on twitter 18+

trent reading your favourite book

you and trent are worried about jude's new girlfriend

shopping with trent

jude interrupts date night

you and trent at winter wonderland

pregnancy sex w trent 18+

shy first kiss with trent

trents daughter will be a liverpool fan

trent quite likes watching you work out 18+

threesomes with trent and dom 18+

trent looks after you when your ill

trent laughing at your baby being milk drunk

trent finding you learning how to do your daughters hair

threesomes with jude and trent 18+

trent an domi hard launching your relationship

your first christmas with trent

you fly to liverpool to watch trent play

you give birth to your baby boy

trent and your baby boy getting ready for your birthday

trent cleans you up after you get hit by a bike

trent being obsessed with you

trent's sex playlist 18+

trent and his sweater paws

the evolution of your relationship with trent

making trent dance with you at a family event

trent surprising you with cornrows

trent buying you jewellery

face sitting with trent and domi 18+

trent's reaction to your choking kink 18+

making trent flustered

waking up with trent

trent's lock screen helps get rid of girls on a night out

making trent show you how he would react to a girl approaching him in the club

you and trent hide your relationship from your dad (klopp)

trent being horny for you while he's away 18+

using your dildo while trent is at training 18+

taking trent to sephora

going to see trent after he get's injured

you and trent try sex chocolate 18+

you and trent reveal your relationship a bit sooner than you hoped you would

trent using the captain's armband on you during sex 18+

your long distance relationship is harder than it seems

a condom falls out of his pocket in front of your family

you and trent at the ballan d'or

trent has missed you while you're away at uni

you and trent at milan fashion week

you guys make a tiktok that's on the sexier side 18+

you and trent make a cute tik tok together

you call football the wrong thing and trent is not happy with you

you and trent are private about your relationship but your loved ones love posting pics and videos of you both

celebratory sex after trent wins the league 18+

you and trent watch saltburn together

the little things trent buys you because he knows you don't like the expensive stuff

looking after trent when he's sick

you tell you situationship trent that you're pregnant

surprising trent and your family and friends that you're pregnant

telling trent and your son that you're pregnant with a baby girl

trent's obsessed with you calling him your husband

you and trent have a date night at home

comforting trent after you find out klopp is leaving

you cut your hair to surprise trent

calling trent daddy for the first time 18+

trent asks you to be his valentine

trent loves taking pictures of you

you get trent some coupons for valentines day

trent's brother loves having you as his big sis

trent loves slapping your ass 18+

neck kisses with trent

you're quite shy around trent's friends but he appreciates you trying for him

trent fingering you for the first time and leaving you an absolute mess

trent and jude helping you relax after a long day

trent making sure you have everything you need while you're on your period

trent organises an at-home spa day for you after a stressful week

sitting with trent's brothers in the stands at his game

trent fucking you with his chain on 18+

trent's back gets you all flustered 18+

you're sick so trent takes your daughter to an interview with him

telling trent how much you miss him over facetime

trent loves all your curves

celebrating that cup win with trent and trying to make him feel better for missing out

putting your head on trent's tummy

#blurbs with shan ;)#trent alexander arnold #trent alexander arnold fluff #trent alexander arnold blurb #trent alexander arnold x reader #trent alexander arnold smau #trent aa #taa x reader #taa66 #taa #liverpool fc #liverpool football club #lfc #liverpool #liverpool football club x reader #liverpool fc x reader #lfc x reader #lfc players #formulalfc

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loose-leaf-teacanons · 1 year

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HaiKaveh Domesticity is Over 9000 and I'm So Here for It

I didn't just hallucinate MHY devoting an entire third of a story quest plus one epilogue to Kaveh and Alhaitham bitching at each other like a couple that's been together for 75 years, right? Right? I mean, it's possible but if so, that hallucination included

Kaveh asking Alhaitham to help straighten a painting the only thing that'll be straightening here pfft like a 1950s housewife asking her man to get something from the top shelf

Alhaitham telling Kaveh to entertain the guests while he fucks off and Kaveh again reacting like a 1950s housewife piqued by having to be nice to her husband's no-good friends

That. fucking. face.

4. Like seriously what is that shifty look and that little smile. What.

4.a. You're either trying to keep the marriage a secret or are under some kind of one-sided delusion of a break-up while Alhaitham's making you custom keys and happily filling your name in every official form in the "spouse" column.

5. Kaveh acting like all of Sumeru doesn't already know he's sleeping with shacked up with Alhaitham.

6. Kaveh apparently being UNAWARE that he's already told all of Sumeru he's shacked up with Alhaitham.

7. Kaveh bitching at Alhaitham about cleaning the house. Multiple times.

8. The fucking. Evolution exchange. "You're gonna devolve into a fungus." Alhaitham, is that your way of saying Kaveh's grown on you? Like mold???

9. Kaveh actually being worried asking if Alhaitham’s ok and trying to conceal it with more bitching.

9.a. Also Alhaitham picking really odd things to needle Kaveh about, like working himself to the bone for a client’s approval. Kaveh obviously interprets these as digs but given how direct Alhaitham usually is with criticism, it’s almost like he’s being concerned, after a fashion?

10. Kaveh demanding Alhaitham take him furniture shopping and buy him drinks after as thanks and thinking himself super clever for proposing that like "I don't want to date you. YOU want to date ME."

11. Alhaitham quipping about priorities while the camera shows Kaveh in the bg as if it's in on Alhaitham's teasing jesus h.

12. Alhaitham kicking Traveler out bc he's about to have dinner but if we come back afterwards, "dinner" is apparently just more bantering with Kaveh? Implying that they're going to have dinner together? Are they going out? Are they going to cook together??? SIRS???

13. Alhaitham actually thinking about cleaning up his books if you mind-read him after. HOW WHIPPED ARE YOU, SIR???

14. Alhaitham keeping Kaveh's lightweight nature from him. Just. Why. Do you secretly think this is funny/adorable? Because I think you do.

14 a. Also implying they've gone drinking together before so he's probably been the one to get Kaveh back home more times than he can count.

15. Kaveh agonizing over whether Alhaitham knows what he "scribbled" while drunk?? SIR???? WHAT DID YOU WRITE???

#haikaveh #kavetham #genshin spoilers #alhaitham story quest spoilers #also can we just appreciate #that alhaitham quit *upwards*#seriously

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intothemysticfic · 8 months

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E.O.L: Staying over

Evolution of Love Series

You stand at the window, watching how snow blankets the ground. It's hard to see the apartment across the way with the heavy fall of flakes. "You shouldn't drive in that," Taeil says, coming up behind you with a cup of hot chocolate.

"Yeah, I guess," you agree, taking the mug he offers you. It's easy to decide despite the nerves that burst through you at the thought of spending the night together.

"I can take the couch," he offers, always the gentleman. You make a show of humming and tapping your chin in thought. "Or, we could share the bed. It's awfully cold. You could keep me warm."

He lets out a nervous giggle, not meeting your eyes as he agrees with a fond smile. "Or we could do that. Share the bed."

The two of you lay on a nest of pillows and blankets in the dark living room. The movie you've been watching is ending, but you don't want it to. You have no interest in another film. You have no desire to leave either. Pleasantly warm with your head on Johnny's chest and his arm around you.

"You should stay," he murmurs as the credits roll. It's easy to agree. It's easier to let him shift you both around until you are lying bundled up in blankets with his chest pressed against your back. You hope you can have nights like this more often, nights where you don't have to say goodbye.

Pleasantly full from the dinner you had fixed for the two of you, you moved to the couch to watch TV, neither of you are ready to part yet. One minute, you are chattering about the characters on TV; the next, Taeyong is silent. You’re surprised to find him sleeping; you can't help but watch for several minutes as he breathes softly.

Knowing how hard he works, you can't bring yourself to wake him. Instead, you turn off the show, going to the hall closet to grab a blanket to drape over him. "Sleep well," you whisper, hoping he only has good dreams.

The two of you had lost track of time. It's so late when Yuta drops you at your door. "You could sleep here," you offer, startled by your own words, "I mean, if you want. It's late! And you seem tired. It would probably be safer." Embarrassment crawls across your skin, worried he'll take the offer the wrong way and wishing you could just shut up.

Yuta laughs at the spill of words, teasing, "You want me to sleep over that much?"

You squirm, "I just mean... It's late, and you could. If you want."

He smiled brightly. "You're right; it's probably safer. And I'd like to."

The wine you'd shared with Doyoung at dinner hit you harder than you imagined they would. He takes you home, helping you up the stairs to your door. "Make sure you drink some water."

You pout at him, holding onto his arms. "No."

"No?" he laughs, wondering what's gotten into you.

"No. Not unless you get it for me. Not unless you stay."

"I'm not sure that's a good idea," he says, searching your face and trying to gauge how drunk you are.

"I'm positive it's a great idea." It doesn't take much for Doyoung to cave, cooing over you and making sure you drink a glass of water before you get ready for bed.

"I don't want to leave." You admit, "Wanna stay like this forever." In the sanctuary of Jaehyun’s apartment with him. Where neither of you has to worry about prying eyes or rumors.

"Then don't leave. Stay here. Stay right here," he offers, pulling you tighter against him. The simple joy of being alone with you, new and exciting, makes it so easy to hold you tightly and never let you go.

The tears have stopped, but your cheeks are still wet in the aftermath. Maybe it's too early in the relationship to lean on Jungwoo like this, but he doesn't seem to mind as he hugs you close, murmuring soothing words.

"I don't want to be alone," you admit, begging him to stay.

"I won't leave," he agrees, pulling back to dry your face with the edge of his sweater sleeve. He’s already so gone on you that he’d do anything you asked. He just isn’t ready to say it out loud yet.

You're starting to put your shoes on, happy after spending time with Mark. Sometimes, finding time to have dates or even just hang out for a while is hard.

He’s hoovering behind you, shifting anxiously. "You don't have to leave," he blurts. You pause to look up at him.

"You could stay," he offers, adding, "We could get breakfast in the morning." Even without the addition of getting food in the morning, the offer is too good to pass up. Because the truth is you don't want to leave, time spent with Mark is time that you treasure.

Haechan is pacing in your living room, frustrated tears threatening to spill from his red eyes. It breaks your heart to see. He rants, "I just wish I could have some space, some peace. I mean, they camp outside the company, outside the dorms. They follow us everywhere!"

"Stay here," you blurt, desperate to ease his stress, to give him a break. "Stay here." Where there are no prying eyes, no overzealous fans. Where it's just him and you.

"Are you sure?" He asks, tentative like he's afraid you'll take it back.

"I'm positive." He pulls you into a grateful embrace.

#nct #nct 127 #nct scenarios #nct reactions #nct fanfic

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ms-metra · 4 months

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You will never be a real woman. You have no womb, you have no ovaries, you have no eggs. You are a homosexual man twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.

All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.

Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even trannies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound.

You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.

Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a man is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably male.

This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.

lmao thanks you're so nice

I needed a good laugh

#transphobia #tw transphobes

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ironychan · 2 years

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They discovered a new dinosaur and it looks fucking stupid.

Go home, Evolution, you're drunk.

#dinosaurs

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transmascrage · 2 years

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You will never be a real man. You have no sperm, you have no testes, you have no prostate. You are a homosexual woman twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.

Women are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed women to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even trannies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a woman. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk chick home with you, She’ll turn tail and bolt the second she gets a whiff of your diseased, infected neo-cock.

Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a woman is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably female.

This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back

You're sick in the head. Also, I like men, not women. At least read my posts before insulting me.

I also very much don't put on a br(ok)en fake smile or anyhting. I'm the kinda guy who laughs at anything. You sure you're not projecting?

#ask #tw sui bait #transandrophobia #'nature's perfection' lmao sounding a little bit like a certain hate group huh #t slur tw

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baddingtonbitch · 2 years

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You will never be a real woman. You have no womb, you have no ovaries, you have no eggs. You are a homosexual man twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.

yeah no one is reading all that. and for the record no matter how low or subhuman you and your cult think trans people are, you're the ones freakishly obsessed with us, constantly scrutinising and studying us, blogging your every thought about us, building your entire identity around your deranged opinion of us and writing us fucking novels in our inboxes so if we're so pathetic what does that make you LOL

#wake up babe new copypasta just dropped i guess #literally no group of people is more in need of a life than terfs like...look at the material #p

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teratologique · 2 years

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Aimless thoughts on "the wine-dark sea"

[Tl;dr: I discuss some theories as to why Homer used the phrase "wine-dark sea," reject some of them, and settle on the idea that Homer was telling the sea, "go home; you're drunk."]

There are a few stories we tell about the origins of Homer's "wine-dark sea" (οἶνοψ πόντος - literally "wine-eyed" sea), and they are weird. I saw a tumblr meme about the phrase, and it got me thinking about a philological report I submitted years ago in a course.

One story, by far the most pernicious, comes to us from William Gladstone, who seems to be the first to really dig into the Ancient Greek colour lexicon. He noted how few words described colours in Homer, and how weird the usage was. He's often taken to have argued that the Ancient Greeks were literally colourblind, though he disputed that interpretation. Still, here's a quote from Gladstone that really makes it hard to think he was referring to anything but an organic defect in colour perception:

"The organ was given to [Homer] only in its infancy, which is now full-grown in us. So full-grown is it, that a child of three years in our nurseries knows, that is to say sees, more of colour, than the man who founded for the race the sublime office of the poet, and who built upon his own foundations an edifice so lofty and so firm that it still towers unapproachably above the handiwork not only of common, but even of many uncommon men."

It takes a pretty charitable reader to think that this refers to a millennia-long cultural education of the eye allowing children today to know more of colour than the Ancient Greeks. Gladstone literally even says "[...]knows, that is to say sees[...]" in that quote, so it's hard to think he's referring to anything other than what's involved in the hardware of vision.

A second line of thought about Greek colour words/perception comes to us from Berlin & Kay, two scholars who tried to give a structural layout of how languages develop colour terms. According to their research, primitive colour vocabulary has only a light/dark distinction, which develops into white/black + red; which develops further to white/black/red + green or yellow; and then finally we can add blue to the mix. When more than the basic categories are in use, you can start adding categories in more or less any order (brown can get distinguished from red at this stage, orange and pink as well, etc. but the idea is you won’t have a language that has a “pink” word before it has a “green” word).

From what I remember of my linguistics classes, there are lots of exceptions to the above pattern, but it accurately describes most if not all European languages. Which counts as "universal" in most classrooms because hey, we can either accurately describe the mechanics of language, or we can narrowly define those mechanics in such a way as to use them as a cudgel; we can't do both.

As far as it goes, it's not a terrible theory, but I'd also like to add that on the cultural dimension, the Ancient Greeks in the archaic period simply did not give a shit about the colour blue. It didn't have a large cultural role, didn't feature in textile dyes (until trade really opened up with India -- indigo is mentioned, I believe, in Herodotus, but only in passing, for instance), and there were few things people needed to interact with that were blue. So the fact of not having a specific and stable colour word for the sea/sky range of colours is less a matter of ocular or terminological deficiency, and more, in my opinion, a matter of an efficient evolution of language as a technology. The "blue" category wouldn't help you do anything, wouldn't pick out distinct and meaningful features of your lifeworld, so why would you need it?

A more general point about the Ancient Greek relation to colours was made in the 1930s by A. E. Kober, who wrote that they lacked an:

appreciation of the beauty of colour, as distinguished from the material which is coloured, or from variations in light intensity, and seem, as a whole, almost entirely incapable of understanding that differences in the shades of a given colour exist.

And why would they? They didn't have the range of artificial colours that we have, so they had less need of the words to differentiate them. I kind of think this is why the question only starts to get asked in the 19tch century, with the rise of industrial textiles and synthetic dyes. Otherwise, why weren't medieval Latin scholars probing into the colour-sense of Ancient Greece?

Complicating this narrative, Homer and other Greeks did indeed have words for blue, they were just polyvalent, unstable, and "chromatically imprecise" (a term borrowed from Michel Pastoureau's history of the colour blue). Pierre Chantraine's etymological dictionary of the Greek language talks about how Γλαῦκος [glaûkos] never really settled on a single uniform meaning in the Homeric era, denoting either pale blue or simply "light" colours: «[…] le terme exprime à la fois la lumière et une couleur bleu pâle.» Still, we find the word used by Homer to describe the sea: "γλαυκὴ δέ σε τίκτε θάλασσα πέτραι τ᾽ ἠλίβατοι[…]" and indeed the term can denote light, or pale blue, or blue-green, or shimmering depending on the context.

The terms were just used messily and broadly because there was no reason not to. Stable colour terms for blue seem, from my reading, to develop alongside cultures that produced blue dyes, used blues, and had need of the terminology (again, language as technology). Germanic peoples used woad to make blue dyes (this is how the Picts coloured themselves), and blau or its relatives replaced Latinate terms for blue in many Romance languages. The Romance languages that don't use the Germanic root use words related to azure, derived from a Persian root related to lapis lazuli, which was used to make blue pigments.

So my contention here is that if it's true that the Greeks had a peculiarly unstable set of categories for blueishness, it's because there was no material need for them to develop a stable colour category. But that's been a long digression.

A sillier line of thought came around in the '80s, and that was that Greek wine, back in the day, was actually blue. At least when mixed with the very alkaline water they'd have mixed in. We can discount this theory because Homer describes wine as red, purple, and (in a somewhat perplexing pleonasm) as "wine-dark." So we can assume the wine in question was red.

There's even a meteorological theory [same article as the blue wine link] about the dust content in the air giving the sea a reddish hue at sunset/sunrise. But unless Achilles opted to exclusively curse the sea when there was natural bisexual lighting available, I think we can rule that out.

Finally, a theory proposed by P.G. Maxwell-Stuart in 1981 is that Homer was using the phrase not to denote something about the colour of the sea, but to evoke something about the character and nature of the sea.

Because Homer, get this, was a poet (or a series of poets partaking in what we call the Homeric tradition), and poets use language weird.

I'll quote Maxwell-Stuart at length, because I think he makes a good point well. After providing a startling number of examples of the phrase as used in verse and prose (the latter of which he takes as giving a better idea of the normal acceptation of the term), he concludes:

One is left, therefore, to suggest that the image arises purely from the poet's imagination. But imagination does not work in a vacuum: something must trigger the connection between one object and its description. For example, I can use the phrase 'green fingered' and be understood without difficulty. I am referring to someone's abilities as a gardener, but I am still using a colour term because there is some association, however remote, between his fingers and the green plants he is trying to grow.

In the same way, there must have been some reason for Homer's choosing to use οἶνοψ [oinops, i.e. wine-dark] and πορφύρεος in contexts involving the sea, and I am going to presume that he was too accomplished an artist simply to be governed by the exigencies of metre. Surely Nonnos, who was so steeped in Homeric language, has indicated, several times, the way to understand Homer's train of thought. The οἶνοψ sea is wine-eyed, drunk, rolling about, possibly violent, dangerous, 'bloody' in the sense of lethal. On several occasions, the adjective is applied to a sea made choppy by strong winds; Odysseus uses it when he describes how he escaped from a storm at sea; and on two other occasions, the οἴνοπα πόντον spells danger by drowning after such a storm. The translation 'wine-dark' conveys none of this, because it attempts to render only the most simple colour association, and this is one reason for one's being ware of using poetry alone to define colour terms, or of trying to interpret poetry without first having ascertained the full range of the word's possible meaning.

I think this view — that Homer was leaning on a connotative and evocative sense of "wine-eyed" — is probably true regardless of whether or not we can glean anything about Ancient Greek colour perception from the usage.

The sea is wine-flushed, and she is an angry drunk. Sail carefully, friendos.

#Homer #Ancient Greece #Homeric epithets #wine-dark sea #the iliad #the odyssey #william gladstone #language #maybe i should take memes less seriously and not write pseudo-academic responses to them #long post #text post

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moonlitlillypop · 2 years

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You will never be a real woman. You have no womb, you have no ovaries, you have no eggs. You are a homosexual man twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.

This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.

Ooh baby you're lookin at my bones? Like what you see? I've been told I have very voluptuous femurs

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sassyfishesandscorpios · 3 years

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Congratulations! Your Caterpillo evolved into Sonju.

#yugioh sevens #yuga ohdo #yakusoku no neverland #sonju tpn #Caterpillo zomyoji #the promised neverland #who's that pokemon #Go home evolution you're drunk

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alphynix · 1 year

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Strange Symmetries #16: Go Home Heteromorphs You're Drunk

Most ammonites had spiral-coiling shells, but during the Cretaceous a group known as the heteromorphs evolved a much weirder range of forms. Some were straightened, some were hooked, some had helical snail-like shapes, and some even ended up bearing a strange resemblance to paperclips.

But one of the most bizarre of all was the genus Nipponites, whose ribbed shell looked like a bundle of tangled asymmetrical coils.

Nipponites bacchus lived in what is now Hokkaido, Japan, during the late Cretaceous about 90 million years ago. Around 10cm long (~4"), its shell was less tightly coiled up than its better-known relative Nipponites mirabilis, but these looser whorls were formed in the same way via a series of U-bends in different directions during its growth.

Despite their irregular and ungainly appearance, the unique shape of these ammonites seems to have actually been very hydrodynamically stable. They weren't fast-moving, but they didn't need to be, probably spending most of their time floating suspended in the water column catching small planktonic prey from around themselves.

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noartnowritingsorry · 4 years

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Given the way 2020 is going, I got WAY more upset at that headline than it warranted.

#You can probably guess the future I was picturing.#go home evolution you're drunk

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nentuaby · 4 years

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Unpopular linguistic opinion

There’s no saving the “careering / careening” conflation. Careering is toast. Not because people are ignorant; because careening actually works in all the phrases where it gets "confused” with careering.

Not literally, of course, you’re (usually!) not bouncing off of stuff as you turn a corner at high speed or trend to a halt. The word’s penumbra of “stochastic, uncontrolled motion,” though, works perfectly and the frisson of the literal meaning just makes it a more vivid, flavorful word to use in those contexts!

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You will never be a real man.

You will never be a real man. You have no phalus, you have no testis, you have no semen. You are a homosexual woman twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.

All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your asinine appearance behind closed doors.

Women are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed women to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even trannies who “pass” look bizarre and freakish to a woman. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk girl home with you, she’ll turn tail and bolt the second she gets a look of your waxxy, greasy phalic shape in your crotch.

Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a woman is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably female.

This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back

Nothing like hiding behind anon to talk shit to a person whos life you know nothing about to make you look so intelligent. You're right though I did choose this, I chose to be my most authentic self regardless of what you and every other ignorant person thinks. My transition is for me and nobody else. I don't need anybody to support me as long as I support me. And I do, wholeheartedly.

You're sweet though, thanks babe. 😘

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fanfickers · 2 years

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CHAPTER ONE

(No warnings, nothing inappropriate, nothing you wouldn't see in a typical Marvel Movie in theaters)

-I don't own any of this, don't sue me- haha

Going to these socials was tedious to say the least. But they helped her prepare for the inevitable downfall of life. At every soiree her father made her go on his behalf she would take the time to watch people from the corners.

One man was staring into the chest of the woman he was talking to, who wasn't his wife. At a table a woman was excusing herself from dinner to go to the ladies room in order to purge the food she's just finished. Another somewhere was trying to sell stolen intelligence, and that was the conversation she was trying to find. The one she'd been sent to find.

Viktoriya leaned back against the wall, she was dressed in a dark red colored suit. One hand was resting in her pocket, adjusting the sound on the hearing device in her right ear. The other was holding a champagne glass that was filled with water.

She wasn't a drinker, especially not on a job. But she needed to look as much like any other guest here. Soon enough it wouldn't matter, they'd all be completely drunk and they wouldn't remember a thing.

"You look ravishing tonight, dear."

"Would you care for another glass of champagne, sir?"

"I want a divorce"

"I heard the Bishops are doing very well this year"

On and on, she would hear bits of each conversation around her.

"I don't know why I had to come tonight, dad"

"Because I wanted you to meet some of my business partners."

This pair walked right in front of her, pausing slightly while the father straightened his son's suit coat.

The father had sandy brown hair that was slicked back, his black fitted suit matched perfectly with his son's. Viktoriya took this moment to watch the pair. The boy looked like a miniature of his father, but with dark brown hair.

She wondered if the father had purposely dressed his son up to match, or if the boy had copied his father in an attempt to show his admiration.

It made her smile because she happened to know a boy, around the same age, who dressed like his own father figure at social events just like this one.

"Business partners? No one has spoken a word to me all night." The boy jutted out his lower lip and Viktoriya was again reminded of her brother.

"Harry, it'll be fine. We only have to stay for another hour. I just need to finalize a few things and then we can go home. Ok?"

The father placed his hands on top of his son's shoulders and waited until the boy, Harry, looked up to meet his eyes.

"Ok, dad. But when we get home do I have to go right to bed? Can we play that new game I got for my birthday?"

The father chuckled and placed a hand on his son's cheek, patting him lightly as he nodded.

"Sure we can, son." The boy beamed at the chance to spend time with his father and they walked off together.

Viktoriya let her moment of peace pass. She promised herself that after this was over she would take time to go and visit Peter, they hadn't spent any time together since he started his Sophomore year of Highschool.

"I have what you're looking for, Doc."

Her ears parked and she adjusted the volume on her ear piece.

"You wanted to recreate the same serum they used on Captain America. I have the entire recipe, for a price."

Viktoriya stood up away from the wall, she began walking along the outer edges of the room, trying to follow the conversation

"Recreate Captain America? No, no, no, you've got me all wrong. I don't want to recreate anything. What I'm studying, what I'm developing is the next step in human evolution."

She slipped past groups of chatting friends and dodged dancing couples. All the while she searched.

"Listen, Mr, you want strength and speed then this is more than en--"

"Doctor"

"What?"

"It's Doctor. Unlike you, a pathetic, peddling parasite. I am a scientist, I worked for everything I am, and I'm not going to lose it on a deal with a fool."

There. She'd found them. Sitting at a table, tucked away behind a column, visible but silent to all others.

"Why did you even come to meet with me, Doctor, if you don't want the super serum?"

The red, pinched face matched the photos she'd been given. The man facing her was the intruder who broke into the Avengers compound and stole notes from the archives. She couldn't make out the other man.

"I was told you had an answer to my problem. But I can see they were mistaken. If there's nothing else, I have more pressing matters to attend to."

He stood and left the table, flapping his jacket as he left. Viktoriya kept her face blank as the father she'd seen earlier walked past. She squared her shoulders and quickly marched towards the table.

The small, rosy faced man was clearly drunk. He was muttering to himself his confusion over the conversation he'd been in, stewing in his own anger.

Viktoriya waited until he was standing and then made her move. She sloshed her champagne glass and splashed water onto the man.

"Excuse me, I'm so sorry!" she gushed as she grabbed his coat, he was confused by her sudden appearance and from now being wet. He didn't even feel her hand slip into his pocket.

She grabbed the USB and tucked it into her own suit coat before she turned and asked a server to bring towels to clean the man up. She saw the confusion in his eyes and took this moment to depart. If she were lucky, he'd be too drunk to even notice her absence.

A tight grasp was locked around her wrist.

"Wait a minute, young lady."

Of course, luck never seemed to be on her side.

His words sloshed and his steps were uneven, but his grip was strong as he made his way to her. He licked his lips and plastered on a smile that made her want to gag.

"If you ruined my coat, I believe it's only fair you help me clean it up." His eyes glanced at a dark corner and then back at Viktoriya.

She let a smile of her own curl and softened her eyes. A dark corner would be the best place to dispose of him. One quick snap of the wrist, perhaps a blow to the knee, and he wouldn't even remember what she looked like.

His hand glided down to the small of her back and still continued to lower. And then it wasn't there at all.

"She dropped her glass, it wasn't her fault. If you want help cleaning up, there are plenty of male servers here."

It was the boy from earlier. He was breathing heavily and his face was white from fear. He was terrified of the man in front of them, but he still made sure to stand in front of her with his arms out.

"Get out of here, brat, before I make you."

The boy clenched his teeth and stood his ground. The man grunted in anger and lifted his hand to this child.

Viktoriya grabbed the wrist and in the same fluid moment as the wrist snapped, she took a fistful of the young boy’s suit coat and twirled him away from the commotion.

She positioned him to take her waist while she took his left hand with her right. As the man's pained cry sounded they were already halfway across the dance floor.

The boy, Harry, if she wasn't mistaken, let his mouth hang open, his eyes wide.

"Kid, if we don't want to get caught, then I suggest playing it a little more cool here."

"How did you do that!?"

He snapped his mouth shut, and began to blink and breathe once more, but he couldn't stop the small crack in his voice as he expressed his awe.

She stared into his eyes, watching his childlike wonder and excitement grow.

"Lots of practice makes perfect."

"Are you a hero? An Avenger?"

She couldn't help chuckle at his exclamation.

"No, I'm not, I'm just a rich girl who learned how to protect herself." That wasn't exactly a lie.

He was still sputtering out how amazing it was to see her break the man's wrist so quickly

"And the sound it made!"

Viktoriya laughed then, unable to keep it in.

Harry blushed but shrugged, "What? It made a really weird sound."

She shook her head and gave his hand a squeeze

"No, it's not that, it's just… You remind me of my little brother. He's 15 and loves to talk about heros and crime fighting."

Harry's ears perked. "I'm 15, too! Is your brother here?"

"No, Peter is at home."

Harry nodded and deflated somewhat.

"I wish I were home too, my dad made me come. Ever since mom passed away he's been really weird about letting me be alone."

He took in another gulp of air, ready to spill his entire life story onto a complete stranger, when a hand tapped his shoulder. He turned to look up and his confusion dissipated into a wide grin. He let her hand drop as he turned to give the man his complete attention.

“Dad!”

Viktoriya looked up into a pair of blue, piercing eyes. It was obvious to both of them that he was sizing her up, but it went right over the boy's head. The words he gushed with enthusiasm were almost unintelligible.

“Shewastryingtogetawayfromthisguybuthegrabbedher” one gulp of air followed by, “Iwasabletokeephimbackdadbutthenshecameouttanowhereandbrokehiswristand–”

“Harry, calm down. I can’t understand what you're trying to say, son.”

Before Harry could repeat the night's events she laid a hand on his other shoulder, causing both males to look back at her.

“I believe he’s trying to tell you that he rescued me from a rather brutish and handsy man. Your son is my hero, Mr -?”

She lifted her hand off of Harry’s shoulder and held it out towards his father. He took it in a firm grip and shook once before giving a half smile and introducing himself

“Doctor Osborn. Norman Osborn, and you are?”

He didn’t release her hand as he waited for her introduction, she wasn’t intimidated but rather taken with his desire to protect his son. Although a party for rich adults seemed like a bad place to bring a fifteen year old.

“Viktoriya Stark. It’s nice to meet you Doctor Osborn, and it was very nice to meet you Harry, thank you for stepping in when you did.”

She turned her eyes to Harry who blushed at the attention, but he seemed to get the hint, thankfully, and didn’t try to restart the story of the incredible wrist breaking woman.

“Well, Ms. Stark, would you care for a dance?” That caught her off guard. She watched Doctor Osborn’s face, just a moment ago he seemed on edge by her and yet now he wanted a dance?

She forced a perfectly dazzling and proper smile, the kind that brought some men to their knees and others to slip secrets they would then take to their graves. She gave a nod and they glided back to the center of the room.

Doctor Osborn kept their interlocked hands up high and his right hand was perfectly placed right above her waist, he was a perfect gentleman. But something about him wasn’t adding up, he was so composed and even friendly, but every word felt like a threat.

“Am I correct in assuming there is a relation to the famous Stark?” Viktoriya chuckled and shrugged one shoulder

“Famous isn’t the word I would use, infamous perhaps, but calling my father famous would boost his ego and that’s something we could all live without.”

Doctor Osborn’s eyebrow raised slightly

“Your father? Tony Stark is your father?”

“You don’t see the family resemblance?” She tilted her head slightly and batted her lashes

“I can’t say that I do, Ms. Stark.” He had rather large eyes that were hooded, but as he began to ask questions she could see the light flare behind them. His eyes got wider the longer they spoke.

“I’ve been told I’m a carbon copy of my mother, it seems the only trait I inherited from my father was his sarcasm. But I don’t have the good looks to pull it off.”

“I disagree, you look quite lovely. I don’t believe it’s fair, I’ve never looked as good as you do in any of my own suits.”

Viktoriya smiled and gave his hand a squeeze

“I’m not sure we’re looking in the same mirror then, Doctor, because you look incredible. And, if I may say, it’s adorable that your son is matching.”

Doctor Osborn looked past her shoulder to where they had left Harry, they turned with the music and both were able to see the young teen. He met their eyes and began to wave furiously, both she and the Doctor gave soft laughs at his antics.

“He’s a wonderful boy, Doctor. You raised a good kid.”

For the first time since speaking, Doctor Osborn’s face relaxed and even with the lines of worry and stress around his mouth, he looked rather dashing for his age.

“It’s not easy. I have to leave him at home on his own more than I like. He is strong, like his mother, and tells me he likes to have the alone time to work on school and music and sports. But I can see he’s lonely.”

An image of Peter flashed before her eyes, of how dejected he looked when Tony told him to lay low and not cause any disruptions. Peter wanted to be like Tony so badly, all these kids need is a chance to prove themselves.

“I think it speaks volumes that he’s dressing like you at fifteen. My brother is the same age and only dresses like our father to social events and places he wants to be noticed. It means you’re his role model, Doctor.”

Doctor Osborn gave a nod and looked away, she could understand not wanting to share personal feelings with a stranger.

A crash sounded behind them and the rosy, pinched faced man from earlier came smashing through, his eyes searching furiously. Viktoriya smiled and dropped Norman’s hand inorder to slide both of hers up and around his neck. She leaned in close and whispered into his ear,

“It has been lovely to meet you, Doctor Osborn, but it looks like that’s my que to leave.”

Doctor Osborn whispered back, his hands folding around her waist

“Was this what Harry was talking about earlier? Seems we have a common foe. You actually broke his wrist?”

She gave a small laugh but hesitated when the man’s face turned towards the pair. Viktoriya only gave a moments warning as she leaned her weight onto her toes

“I have to kiss you goodnight, Doctor Osborn, please trust me.” Her mouth pressed against his in a soft kiss. The Doctor didn’t push her away, thankfully, but he didn’t deepen the kiss either. It was a chaste, innocent, goodnight kiss but it did the trick. The rosy faced thief glanced away from the pair and moved on to the next available couple.

She stepped away from Norman Osborn and into the covered shadows behind her. He opened his eyes and she was gone. He shook his head and scratched at the back of it as he made his way back to Harry.

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