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pearlina w/ lesbian colors 💗🧡

Had a hard time choosing between Gear, Grub and Fun. Good luck in Splatfest, everyone!

i used to work at a used bookstore and there was an insect anatomy book for sale that was over $8000 im not even kidding. and i just found it at my school library. its mine for the month.

It’s page after page of the most detailed illustration on insect morphology I’ve ever seen

External anatomy only I’m afraid, but an absolutely invaluable resource nonetheless

It’s called An Atlas of Insect Morphology by Steinmann and Zombori. Looks like there are some much cheaper options now than when I last looked. When I saw it in the bookstore’s system I thought it was a pricing error but I remember looking it up and seeing one for sale that was over $10,000 so I was like okay then. I could only find pdfs from university libraries I don’t have access too. So I’m glad my school has a physical copy.

Idk if I can describe how useful this book is. It’s all illustration. The only text is the labels. I have a really nice book on insect anatomy but it’s like your classic textbook

Like very useful but it is still a pain to flip through a thousand page book looking for images but it’s mostly text. There aren’t nearly as many diagrams. It doesn’t show you nearly as many angles. It doesn’t show or label even close to level of detail the one above does.

In case anyone hasn’t read my tags: I’m going to scan this whole book and make it into a pdf. You all can have it for free. It will take a while. Bear with me.

Here it is

I clicked fearing it would be Out Of Touch but, instead, it is perfectly splendid

ID: video of a lone frog on the edge of a patio facing a grass lawn in the dark of night while it rains heavily. Halo 3 ODST's track 'Deference for Darkness' plays over the video, giving a deep melancholic feel, as the frog jumps into the grass.

Spent a long time on this art resource/reference masterpost! Finally starting to edit to add more. This will be REGULARLY updated so it’s gonna get huge. If you have a request for resources for me to find OR have a resource you want me to add, just send me an ask :D

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entomologists are the most fucking wild people ive ever met

i pointed out a cool wasp to one and she just picked it up with her bare hands and started showing me different features she was using to identify the species

on a walk with another one he just paused, turned, violently shoved his hand into some rotting wood and offered me a tunnel web spider like oh okay i guess-

when i was in college i did larp shit and one of the guys in the group was an entomology student and i once watched him drop directly to a plank position in the middle of a swordfight to look at a moth on the ground

I know people on tumblr looove stories of underwater cave diving, but I haven't seen anyone talk about nitrogen narcosis aka "raptures of the deep"

basically when you want to get your advanced scuba certification (allowing you to go more than 60 feet deep) you have to undergo a very specific test: your instructor takes you down past the 60+ foot threshold, and she brings a little underwater white board with her.

she writes a very basic math problem on that board. 6 + 15. she shows it to you, and you have to solve it.

if you can solve it, you're good. that is the hardest part of the test.

because here's what happens: there is a subset of people, and we have no real idea why this happens only to them, who lose their minds at depth. they're not dying, they're not running out of oxygen, they just completely lose their sense of identity when deep in the sea.

a woman on a dive my instructor led once vanished during the course of the excursion. they were diving near this dropoff point, beyond which the depth exceeded 60 feet and he'd told them not to go down that way. the instructor made his way over to look for her and found a guy sitting at the edge of the dropoff (an underwater cliff situation) just staring down into the dark. the guy is okay, but he's at the threshold, spacing out, and mentally difficult to reach. they try to communicate, and finally the guy just points down into the dark, knowing he can't go down there, but he saw the woman go.

instructor is deep water certified and he goes down. he shines his light into the dark, down onto the seafloor which is at 90 feet below the surface. he sees the woman, her arms locked to her sides, moving like a fish, swimming furiously in circles in the pitch black.

she is hard to catch but he stops her and checks her remaining oxygen: she is almost out, on account of swimming a marathon for absolutely no reason. he is able to drag her back up, get her to a stable depth to decompress, and bring her to the surface safely.

when their masks are off and he finally asks her what happened, and why was she swimming like that, she says she fully, 100% believed she was a mermaid, had always been a mermaid, and something was hunting her in the dark 👍

hectically starting a new music career

LOVE WINS (it didn't win)

what I really liked as a little kid was that an old nice man would visit our neighbourhood every saturday in his little green fiat 126p, park on the edge of our old and ugly playground, and set up his cotton candy machine. 

it was a loud and horrible metal thing smelling of fuel and burnt sugar. it was the best cotton candy ever. the small cotton candy cost 50gr and the big one (so big you couldn’t eat it alone!) cost 1zł. he’d always wait as we stood under the balconies, each kid yelling MAMOOOOOOOOOOOOO DAAJ MI NA WATEEE

if you only had super small change like 20gr he’d still make one for you, just very small. and if you stayed until obiad time when he would start disassembling the whirring miracle machine, he’d let you scrub out the sticky bits of half-cottoned sugar with ice cream sticks.

cheesy songs would play on his little radio and a gaggle of other grandpas and uncles would gather around him if the day was sunny to talk about old times. we’d tease him all the time, monsters that we were, or try to sneak into his ugly-green maluch.

made a lot kids smile, especially if you didn’t really have much money. 

hope you’re alright, wherever you are.

and you know, it’s funny – each time that I see a green fiat like his or each time I see cotton candy, I think of this man. he’s probably gone now, none of us even ever knew his name, he was just pan od waty. but even a loose 50gr coin found in a pocket now makes me think, 20 years later:

oh, enough for a small cotton candy on saturday! 

Trying a new format to break my long squid science silence with ^^

[Comm] for @nonepizzaleftgirl ‘s fic which you should all go give a read right about now. please <3 

Lovely wonderful amazing art I commissioned from @jakearison for This Fanfiction about Lilac, a Very Normal Octoling that forcefully befriends Marie during Splatoon 2 (btw this is platonic cuddling, and for reasons it'd be really weird for it to be romantic, so please keep that in mind and don't say anything you'll prob regret knowing the context)

Peep the animation me and my sister worked on together she always thought this part in crush sounded like pikmin

Lets go TEAM MONEY! 💸