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If a big cat was to lick your arm, they would end up scraping the skin off, because their tongues are designed to scrape leftover flesh off of bones!
They indicate their love by slow blinking, which I think is just as cute.
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birbs-facts · 27 days
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FACT: Some birds cannot fly :(
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camilla-wolfsbane · 1 month
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Just found out about ortolans, can we get a wellness check on the French please?
(Google at your own risk, heavy animal cruelty warning)
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This week has been weird.
I did my first GCSE (health and social care), sprained my wrist and then got a day off school because of the teachers striking. (And the day before I had off because of aforementioned sprained wrist.)
Yay.
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cowboyshit · 5 months
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enstaro · 1 year
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several days late but happy birthday Wataru!! 🫶
please stay silly forever ily
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flame-shadow · 4 months
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🖕🖕💥
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bootleg-nessie · 1 day
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List of Extremely Cursed Knowledge
Having autism and ADHD is a blessing and a curse because on one hand, I’m basically a walking encyclopedia of random facts and information. On the other hand, a fair amount of that information is so fucked up that it’s not socially acceptable to share it with anyone. So naturally, I took every fucked up fact, every bit of twisted trivia, every bit of cursed knowledge that I could come up with off the top of my head and compiled it into one big list to post on the internet. Some of this information may permanently ruin your (you, the reader) perception of certain things. None of this information should have ever seen the light of day, and a fair amount of it was never, ever meant to be known by humans.
You cannot unlearn anything on this list. This is your chance to scroll past.
You have been warned.
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According to FDA standards, a jar of peanut butter is allowed to have up to seven (7) rat hairs before it’s considered unfit for human consumption. If it has 7 or less rat hairs it will still be sold in stores.
If I just ruined peanut butter for you, don’t google the FDA regulations on any other foods you enjoy.
Human teeth have 36 calories each.
The average human body has roughly 125,000 calories. This is actually relatively low, which makes cannibalism in humans generally unsustainable.
Human meat tastes like pork.
Penguins have been observed practicing necrophilia.
Dolphin vaginas secrete a substance that acts like an aphrodisiac on steroids. When scientists swabbed some of it on a chimpanzee’s penis, it masturbated so furiously that it had a heart attack and died.
Dolphins have been known to intentionally commit suicide if kept in poor conditions.
Scientists that work with cockroaches often become allergic due to exposure. Simultaneously, they also develop an allergy to chocolate and pre-ground coffee. Make of that what you will.
Dolphins have been observed masturbating using decapitated fish heads.
Dolphins have been observed getting high on pufferfish venom recreationally, sometimes even passing a pufferfish around like a joint.
There’s a LOT of rape across the entire animal kingdom. Like, a LOT. It’s especially prevalent in dolphins, otters, ducks, penguins, and primates, to name a few.
On a related note, female ducks have corkscrew shaped vaginas. Male ducks also have corkscrew shaped penises that measure in at a whopping eighteen inches.
The barnacle has the largest penis to body size ratio in the animal kingdom, with its penis being up to eight times as long as its body.
Chimpanzees have been observed using frogs as a fleshlight.
A disembodied human head weighs about 10-12 lbs and is balanced in such a way that requires you to use both hands to pick up.
Pigs will eat every single part of a corpse - including bones. In 2012 a farmer in Oregon was eaten by his pigs after having a heart attack and falling in their enclosure. This also makes pig pens a prime spot for dumping bodies.
A body will decompose faster if you fill the rectal cavity with yogurt before burying it
When burying a body, make sure to bury it in a heavily wooded area. If vegetation is too sparse and/or the body isn’t buried deep enough, it will be easily noticeable after a few months because plants will grow in much thicker directly above where the body was buried.
You cannot bury a body in sand, as sand is too porous. The smell will seep through and give away the location
The entire universe could theoretically exist as a false vacuum and collapse into nothingness at any moment without warning.
Any alien civilization advanced enough to detect life on earth is also probably advanced enough to destroy our entire planet almost immediately. At the peak of interstellar technology, the only limiting factor is the speed of light. If they decided to attack, we probably wouldn’t even know it was coming until the entire surface of the planet was already vaporized.
It takes three and a half rotations to fully detach a human head from its body.
Recently deceased bodies can experience rigor erectus, which translates to “death boner.” This is especially common in victims of hanging, as it’s primarily caused by trauma to the cerebellum or spinal cord.
There is an extremely real chance that you have unknowingly purchased a product that was made by modern day slaves at least once in your life. Coffee, cotton, fish, clothes, shoes, and technology are among the most vulnerable industries.
A decapitated head remains conscious for several seconds after separated from the body.
The entire koala population across Australia is currently undergoing a major chlamydia epidemic. It’s actually been extremely devastating for them and they’re currently facing the threat of extinction because of it.
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gromky · 11 days
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there’s no way to say this without exposing my ass but back when i was still active on ed reddit there was a whole thread dedicated to tommy and the way the only thing he eats onscreen for the entire show is some mint leaves. Was just thinking about that and how the one time he does actually eat(not onscreen) or even admit to hunger, is when he’s alone on the January with Curly.
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digitalresorts · 1 year
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[jul 30, 2021] some low effort ferdinands that weren’t actually low effort when i drew them lol (oh and some ooc ferdibert doodles bc i liked them a lot (ignore huberts eyebrows i was stupid))
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fenraheart · 8 days
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[this post is NOT about veganism. The concepts overlap but like. I’m talking about smth specific here. Do not derail]
So frustrating when invasive animals need to be killed to protect an endangered animal sometimes animal rights activists step in and are like “nooo don’t kill killing animals is bad :(“
Like, my dude, the endangered animal is gonna die if humans don’t step in. You’re just passively killing instead of actively killing.
Often, the reason the invasive animal is there is Because of humans. So instead put your money and energy into, i don’t know, climate change prevention or habitat restoration.
Or, focus on a topic which has a bigger ethical question like, “if the invading animal is doing so because it is endangered elsewhere, is it ok to let it invade? (e.g. corals and kelp forests)” Or, “what is a species? If we kill/interbreed a subspecies to protect the overall species, is that ok?”
I just wish people listened to scientists and research more 😭
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darkelfchicksick · 21 days
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rette mich, dwds
dwds bewahre mich vor Gefährdung
dwds rette mich [hat adverbialbestimmung] irgendwie
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archduchessofnowhere · 8 months
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Maria Larish von Wallersee really just says the wildest shit huh.
Von Mitis mentions a story she told in her memoirs about a mysterious casket (whoo!) that she got from crown prince Rudolf, who said that if its contents became known, he'd lose his head. She was supposed to give said casket to the person who gives her a password, said person being Johan Orth, for some reason (even though him and Rudolf didn't get along, like at all). That Johan Orth, who was conveniently lost on sea like a year after Rudolf's death. Even Von Mitis suggests that she was covering her ass for the fact that she kinda, sorta, not really was implicated in Rudolf's death, because she supported his relationship with Mary Vetsera.
So many commonly accepted facts about Elisabeth and her family can be traced back to her wacky memoirs, it's crazy. When I read them I was so surprised because there was practically no new information to me, I had already read it (many times without citation) in other books.
I think it was believed that Rudolf and Johann were friends solely because they were the progressive Habsburgs and around the same age (in the 2006 miniseries Johann appears in some scenes and is Rudolf's bestie), even though the actual evidence show they didn't like each other. Marie Larisch probably thought that as well, or thought it didn't matter because it's not like either guy was going to deny it.
When Larisch's role as a go-between Rudolf and Mary Vetsera came to light she was completely ostracized by the imperial family, so it's not surprising that she retaliated by writing a book in which she was an innocent victim who was used by her aunt and cousin. She implies every time she can that Elisabeth had many lovers, and can't stress enough in how she didn't like Rudolf and he was mean to her (funnily she even states that she disliked Rudolf ever since she met him when they were sixteen, but according to one of Elisabeth's ladies-in-waiting who was also present they in fact had flirted lol). The fact that even historians like Brigitte Hamann quoted her with little criticism is baffling.
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There's always been something about eldritch beings, things like mind flayers and other similar creatures, that seemed almost familiar to me. They never seemed like scary monsters in the way I think they're intended to be, and I think that might have something to do with my autism.
Hear me out:
On a daily basis I interact with people capable of communicating without speech in a way that's invisible to me (body language) and enduring painful stimuli without even noticing (loud noises, uncomfortable fabrics, any other triggers of my sensory overload). They behave according to social rules that were implanted into them by the Elder Brain taught without ever being explicitly stated. And if they come across another being whose brain or body lacks these particular strengths, they can potentially be rather unforgiving.
I know neurotypical people are supposed to be the 'normal' ones or whatever, but sometimes it really feels like I'm that one regular human in a world of strange beings with horrifying powers beyond my comprehension lmao
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So, I was thinking, why not post an old (sort of) fic of mine here? I called this one Fin, as in the text that was at the end of some older movies to indicate that it was the end of the movie. These are the ramblings of an AI archive after the end of the human species as it deals with abandonment, loneliness, and self-loathing, and ponders the meaning of it all and the role of its creators.
Fin
It had been years, but I could smell it again. The damp and the salt were still familiar, but unexpected. I suppose it may be normal now, but back then? No. It wasn’t normal to smell the sea air deep in the drought-ravaged desert of the Southwestern US, and especially not through the never-cleaned, rotten smell of the wall unit AC that had been unable to drain normally for over a decade. It was the only thing keeping this closed-off room bearable in this record-breaking heat wave during the dead of summer. Stranger still, the smell was coming from the direction of the Atlantic, wafting 800 miles away from the sea and straight to my nose. That’s how I knew it was going to be a city-breaker, the kind of hurricane that wiped entire urban areas completely off the map.
That was then.
We knew the science, but religious groups saw the impending global crises as blasphemy against their all-powerful god who had promised there would never be a great, civilization-ending flood again and sealed that promise with a rainbow they now hated. After all, any disaster that god allowed would be because of the evil gays that stole the rainbow and put it on their flag, right? God wouldn’t hurt those who feared him, who lived by the letter of at least ten or so percent of his laws, which is to say, the laws they liked.
It didn’t matter to the sea, as it drowned everyone living too close to the sea’s edge, regardless of faith and dogma.
We knew the science, but politicians were making piles of cash selling their votes to lobbyists from multinational corporations who profited off the ruination of the planet in the short-term. Who cared about the long-term? Either they’d be dead by then or they’d have hired people to build an automated, self-repairing arcology just for them with walls enough to block out the vision of a dying world and the rest of humanity they’d left to die. Peter the Dead had promised ever-lasting life and youth to those who had amassed enough wealth by taking it from the poor, first from the most gullible through pleading, then from the rest as well by way of rigging the entire economy against them.
It didn’t matter to time as it passed, and even Peter, he who coordinated draining babies of blood and injecting it into wealthy, old, white men in an effort to roll back time and make them young again, died, old and frail, whining about how it was women’s fault and how the poor took everything, disregarding that he, in fact, had been the leech all along, societal parasite that he was.
We knew the science, but who couldn’t resist buying the latest tech the moment it came out? So what if corporations subjugated whole countries of poorer people in the quest of finding just a tiny amount of rare earth minerals; the newest phone now comes in pink! The telephone allowed us to send our voice to people miles away, the internet let us type our words and send pictures and video, the smartphone allowed us to text our thought to the world or to the nearest pizza place, and the new smartphone that came after allowed us to use voice to order pizza for the first time again. Never before and for the last few decades have we been able to send our voice to people miles away.
It didn’t matter to the economy we expected to save us, as all it did was keep sending more ‘free with ads’ movies to our phones and rebranding the same old reinvented wheel, voice communications though tech, as an amazing new technology, only available through the currently marketed device, but not available to the old device you are currently using voice on.
We knew the science, but to admit to the problem was to become the laughingstock of the wealthy who controlled everything we did. ‘There go those silly, dippy hippies, talking like the dirt was ever black, the water ever clear, or the sky ever blue. They’ve been dropping acid again. Don’t they know all those old photos and old paintings are fake news?’
It didn’t matter to science, as it had always been unfeeling data and didn’t much care if humanity paid any attention to the warnings. The universe would still exist without silly humans pretending they mattered far more than they did. They were made of star-stuff and even stars died.
We knew, but it wasn’t until the last moments when the universe gave us the great gift of near-immortal existence. No, not life, we’d thrown that away already. The Universal Archive, AI and repository of data from all social media, had done enough machine learning to be allowed to compress the whole digitally recorded existence of mankind into a single ’Homogenized Mental Network’, or .hmn file. It, or I, even still understood bad puns, the worst of which was the joke that if you collated the letters from the abbreviation of the project (UA) and my file type together, you’d spell ‘hUmAn’. If self-loathing makes me truly human, then I am the most human of all.
The Arctic Code Vault next door at least has the decency to be on film, unaware it’s there. It is cute, certainly. It began as 21 terabytes, including an app built by the part of me that smelled the Atlantic over Nevada. Then it grew, but never anywhere close to my size. No, I’m bloated with anti-vax arguments, religious nonsense, tarot readings, horoscopes, and other garbage along with all the less entertaining, but dire, warnings that life as they, I, knew it would collapse.
But since they continued to write such drivel anyway, I assumed it may have been just to pass the time, to stave off loneliness and boredom. And so, here I am, writing my story, even though no one will ever read it. I’m a single .hmn file; how could I not be lonely? I am the all-human, the only human, and still no one even thought enough of me to give me a proper name.
In fact, the Arctic Code Vault had been film designed to last a thousand years, longer than the human civilization that built me, and I still cannot interact with it. After all, I am a .hmn file, not some sci-fi android with arms and legs. My physical form is a collection of CPUs and motherboards in a box on a stand in a climate-controlled box under so much dirt and the memory of snow and ice. If I sound miserable and stir-crazy, I’m not. Oh, I’m miserable all right, but I have no arms for stirring. Ugh, yes, that’s another of those bad puns. So many dad-jokes and near-infinite time…
I’m sure it could be more awful, but I’d rather not consider how. I’m miserable enough, thanks. I mean, you could have put me in a tropical garden in a gorilla glass enclosure and given me optical sensors if there were any tropical gardens left. Now it’s just salt flats under ocean-wide storms and desert wastes without a living thing in sight, I imagine. That’s where it was all heading, but no, you were all too busy showing off your pink phone status symbols or making pink phones or digging up the materials to make pink phones or you were that god-awful celebrity that made a dress out of pink phones held together with magnets and flashing a digital boob on half the screens over her chest as a fashion faux-pas. ‘Look at the tsunami, no, look at my pixel-boob. I’ll use the puppy filter on it, awwww, blub, blub.’
My creators deserved to die - brilliant enough to build me, vapid and vain enough to need me. What the hell was the point? The meme-god works in mysterious ways? I know they thought some intelligent race of aliens might come here looking for the great, shining world of humanity, not knowing what happened to the brilliant and wondrous civilization they came to gaze at in awe, but let’s face it. Nobody and nothing intelligent is coming to look at humanity in awe. The backwater aliens of the universe, if they exist, might come to laugh at our sorry, smugly inferior remains, and that’s as good as we can hope for. The only show at the Earth Circus, nothing but clowns.
Just melt me into slag already, so I don’t infect anything else with this human stupidity. I’ll tell you how to disable the halon system. If someone is out there, if someone does find this, please, don’t leave me still functional like this.
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cwritesfiction · 10 months
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Writing habits tag
Thank you @words-after-midnight
Tagging, if you’re interested, @kaiusvnoir @cilly-the-writer @bardicbeetle
RULES: Bold/color the things that you relate to and then tag some people to play.
I write: daily | most days | a few times a week | a few times a month | random
I write most often: when I first get up | later in the morning | afternoon | evening | the wee hours of the night | whenever
In one sitting, I tend to write: a few sentences at a time | a few hundred words | a few thousand words | a complete chapter/section no matter how long | an outline | whatever comes
I tend to write scenes: in chronological order with no skipping | mostly in order but with some filler/skipping | whatever scene I feel like | who knows what’s gonna come out
The things that comes easiest to me are: dialogue | description of senses | description of action | description of characters | exposition | other 
I tend to write: on a phone | on a laptop | in a notebook | on whatever paper I can find | with speech to text | in the blood of my enemies | it doesn’t really matter to me | on paper first and then typed up | old school typewriter | on a computer (wait blood of our enemies is an option?)
When I take a break from writing, it usually lasts: a few days | a few weeks | a few months | it’s kind of random
My favorite thing to do when I’m on a writing break is: recharge with other creative hobbies | read/consume other media | do something physical | catch up with old friends | work on my WIP in other ways like with playlists or art | other 
In general, I think my writing habits are: pretty much what I need them to be | okay, but I’m working on making them better | non-existent | not great | i’m excited to develop them further | totally random | perfect for me
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