had forgotten about this

can we talk abt mingyu: how he did the first logo design for seventeen, forgot but found out the combination for his luggage after trying multiple times (there are literally thousands of possible possible variations), said he’d pursue design or architecture if he wasnt in svt, and who is basically mcgyver 2.0 when hes put in these survivalist situations ????

silly, ditzy mingyu is fine, but lets also not forget smart and resourceful mingyu???

eireniart  asked:

Hello! Do you have any information on ancient jellyfish? many thanks (:

Hey! Yes I do, although I had kinda forgotten about them up until now (so thanks for reminding me). 

Jellyfish first appear back in the fossil record back in the Mid-Cambrian, 505 million years ago. On one hand, this is to be expected, as most major animal groups appear at this time. But on the other hand, jellyfish are soft and squiggy - soft and squiggy things don’t tend to get preserved in the fossil record. For ease, I am going to take “jellyfish” to mean all members of the Medusozoa clade, which includes true jellyfish, box jellyfish, blue bottles, stalked jellyfish - even though most people probably would associate all members as “jellyfish”, e.g. hydra

Cartwright et al. (2007), wrote a cool paper describing the oldest known jellyfish fossils. The fossils have a lot in common with modern jellyfish, suggesting that he Medusozoa clade diversified in the Cambrian, and then remained relatively the same ever since. 

Scale bar = 5mm. The tentacles around the hood/bell/“jelly” bit is a trait common in Hydrozoa (e.g. Portuguese man o’ war). 

Scale bar = 5mm. The square shape of this jellyfish suggests it may have been an early Cubozoa (i.e. box jellyfish), further supported by the thickening at the tops of the tentacles (lebelled “ped”), which are interpreted to be early pedalia

Scale bar = 5mm. This fossil is just the top of the jellyfish (i.e. the hood/bell/“jelly” bit), and shows the muscles that enable the jellyfish to swim around and are characteristic of Scyphozoa (i.e. true jellyfish). 

Boi, can you believe it’s already been a whole year since Horikoshi saved my life

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Cities & Moods: Tübingen, Germany 

Es blüht das fernste, tiefste Tal:  Nun, armes Herz, vergiß der Qual!
Even the deepest, most distant valley is in flower. Now, poor heart, forget your torment. (Ludwig Uhland, Frühlingsglaube) 

inspired by the wonderful moodboards by lovely @expatesque:) 

A Yuuri Katsuki #Relatable Anxiety Feel:

Viktor, as they’re loading the groceries into the trunk, says, “Oh, we forgot sour cream.”

“Oh well,” says Yuuri, who is already planning how to work around the absence of sour cream in their fridge for the next week.

“Let’s go back in and get it,” says Viktor, closing the trunk with a decisive bang. 

“Um…no, that’s okay,” Yuuri says. “We don’t–do we need sour cream? I don’t think we need sour cream.” Half of Viktor’s recipes require sour cream. It’s a Russian thing. Yuuri has a What I don’t know can’t hurt me policy with regards to how much sour cream the typical Russian consumes in a week.

“Yuuri,” Viktor laughs, taking Yuuri’s hand, “Come on. The store is right there–it’ll take two minutes. It’s not like we’re in a hurry.”

“We’ve left the store,” Yuuri says. “We have to live with the purchase we’ve made. At least until another shift. We can come back in a few hours?”

“But we’re here now,” Viktor says, utterly perplexed.

“But the same person who just checked us out will probably check us out again,” says Yuuri, “and the only thing we’ll have to buy is two family-sized cartons of sour cream. They’ll know that we were just in there. And that we forgot something. And that our family eats a ridiculous amount of sour cream. Viktor, they’ll want to ask us about it.”

“Okay,” Viktor says. “Would it be better if…I went in and got it myself?”

“No. We go to this store every week. They know we’re married. The next time I’m here they’ll ask me Why did your husband buy all that sour cream.”

Viktor, gently, laughs and says, “Darling, I really don’t think cashiers pay that much attention to what people buy.”

“I know,” Yuuri groans. “But what if they do?”

“It’ll be fine,” Viktor says, and starts towards the store. “I’ll buy something other than the sour cream. I’ll be back in two minutes.”

When Viktor settles into the car, passing the single shopping bag with two huge containers of sour cream and one singular pack of gum in it, Yuuri releases a mournful bleat and says with the gravity normally reserved for funerals, “We can never come back to this store”

Friendly reminder

That our favourite commander scrubs up real nice!

“He was out of his fighting clothes and armour, sporting a black tunic cut to show off that warrior’s body. His black hair had been brushed and smoothed, and even his wings looked cleaner. His siphons remained - a metal, fingerless gauntlet that stretched beneath the tailored sleeves of his jacket.”

Originally posted by damnyouqueen

New a-hole in a peaceful neighborhood learns his lesson.

So I live in a quiet little town in the Midwestern United States. My house is the last house at the end of a sleepy little dead-end road. New guy moves in next door, let’s call him “D*ck”. D*ck was probably one of those guys who was so popular in high school that he thought he had it made without doing any work and tried to spend the rest of his life living off being the “cool guy”. Type of guy who drives a lifted truck and a motorcycle. (Don’t get me wrong, I ride motorcycles myself. What I don’t do, is sit in my driveway at 2 AM and rev my engine.)

There’s a bit of a downhill slope from the middle of the street to our houses at the end, and D*ck likes to race down this hill, then lock his brakes and “drift” into his driveway. The first winter after he moved in, I notice that my mailbox has been crushed and there’s fresh tire tracks in the snow leading down the street, over my mailbox, and into his driveway. A few days later I see D*ck standing outside and ask about this. He denies the entire thing says he doesn’t know what happened to my mailbox and that it must’ve been a delivery guy or something. I figure whatever and fix my mailbox. A few months later the same thing happens again. I fixed my mailbox and move on. Sometime later, this happens yet again. This time, I’m pretty pissed.

So, I talked to my cousin who’s a commercial welder and had him make me a mailbox out of some scrap quarter-inch steel plate which was mounted on a length of old railroad track for its post. A little bit of glue and some cedar shingles and you’d never know it wasn’t a typical wooden mailbox. Also, the railroad track “post” was sunk in concrete four feet into the ground. For the next several weeks I waited with anticipation every time I heard his truck roaring down the street, but nothing. Until, about five months later when I heard his truck, then a crash.

By this time I had forgotten about my mailbox and thought for sure he’d struck another car. I ran out to the street to see if anyone needed help, and there was his truck broadside against my mailbox all smashed up. He saw me walk up and started yelling about how I had destroyed his truck and he’d make me pay, and he called the cops. A cop showed up to take his report and D*ck pointed out how my mailbox had been specifically designed to destroy his truck. I gotta admit, I got nervous at this point. The cop looked around at the truck and the construction of the mailbox then turned back to us and asked me if I’d had trouble with my mailbox before. I explained how it has been smashed several times in the past year. The cop then said “It’s pretty clear what happened here. This is an obvious case of wanton destruction of property.” My heart sunk to the ground and D*ck got a smug look on his face, but then cop turns to D*CK and says “I’m going to issue a citation for this, as well as reckless driving”. You should have seen D*cks face at this point. He was boiling with rage as the cop wrote him two tickets AND told him he needed to pay for the repair of the damaged wood on my mailbox. (The metal was fine, hadn’t even tilted it, but the wood camouflage had broken off)

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