i know its creepy

PSA

the new snapchat update lets any of your snapchat friends see where you are on a map!!! apart from being really creepy,, this is unsafe especially if you don’t want people you’re snapchat friends with knowing where you are down to the EXACT location (ppl dealing w/ abusive ex’s, sex workers, etc)

I can see myself in my kitchen and my friend at work on the map its v accurate make sure you set your status to ghost mode

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our tiny smol has arrived at the jungle 😣💓💓💓

Lance Headcanon #439

Since selfies are no longer a thing lance just screams until someone hears him and comes rushing in to help only to find lance posing and saying “check me out in this lighting i look fantastic”

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pretty odd + subtitles

anonymous asked:

Helloooo. 1. Do you run the ScientificPokedex blog? and 2. Do you think there could be an actual scientific explanation for Zoroark's illusion ability?

 Hellooo! Number 1, No I do not run the @scientificpokedex blog but they do an amazing job, big props to them!

Number 2. Hmm that’s tricky, so we want a real life example of an animal convincing another animal that it is something it’s not, so not clever camouflage and accurate visual mimicry, as with a stick insect for example, but rather where one animal has been tricked, it is under the illusion that another animal is something it is blatantly not. Well then, we need to talk about

  p h e r o m o n e s 

alrighty, so pheromones are defined as a chemical secreted by an organism that triggers a social/behavioural response in another organism, usually of the same species. They are used everywhere in nature, from tiny single celled prokaryotes up to big lumbering mammals such as ourselves. Uses of pheromones include territory marking, avoidance of inbreeding with close relatives, alarm signals, and advertising sexual availability and fertility. Specialised pheromones called ‘necromones’, released by the decomposing bodies of certain animals, repel living animals of the same species so that they don’t go near the bodies and potentially catch the disease that killed the dead dude. 

Those are just a few of the uses nifty chemicals, but as usual insects one up other animal groups in the diversity of ways in which they use them. The highly sophisticated and complex societies of eusocial hymenoptera (bees, ants, and wasps) are only possible through the use of pheromones, for example from coordinating colony activities e.g. defending the colony from predators, to exchanging information,  allocating tasks to different castes, social policing, regulating reproduction, and the use of trail pheromones, e.g. when ants lay a path of pheromones towards a food source, and then lay over a repellant pheromone over that trail, cancelling the message once the food source is gone. 

Because these social insects are so reliant on pheromones, they are ripe for abuse from other animals who can exploit their chemical society, and this is how I am going to lead it back to Zoroark. 

Meet Phengaris alcon, or the Alcon Large Blue butterfly

 Yes a very pretty looking butterfly, but don’t let appearances fool you. It’s caterpillars hatch on leaves like regular caterpillars, and stay there for a few weeks, munching away and growing, but after a certain point, they just drop off the leaves and onto the ground. There they release a pheromone which smells exactly like the pheromone released by the larvae of certain ant species. When these ants come across the caterpillars, they are fooled into thinking that these caterpillars are indeed their own larvae, despite being a different colour and much bigger than the ant larvae, i.e. they look completely different. 

The ants bring the caterpillars back to their nest, where they clean, feed, look after and protect the caterpillars, sometimes even at the expense of their own larvae when food is short. The caterpillars feed and grow in a safe environment, eventually metamorphosing into a chrysalis, then into an adult butterfly, where they then crawl out of the nest scot-free and begin life in the skies, having had a great start in life all down to some smelly trickery and illusion. 

(see below, Phenagris chrysalises next to ant larvae, with the ants none the wiser!)

Other Phenagris species will mimic the Queen ant rather than the larvae, and thus get a more royal treatment (though the true queen is never convinced so this is a more risky strategy), or some instead of just getting fed by the ants like a cuckoo will ravage and eat all the ant larvae when it gets in the nest, without retribution by the ants. 

(this video is fantastic and shows the whole lifecycle, plus a bonus pheromone related plot twist near the end!)

Basically using pheromones in this manner is a way of mimicking something you’re not despite looking nothing like your subject. The ants are under the complete illusion that these huge caterpillars are their own tiny young, despite input from other senses. So… what I am saying is that perhaps Zorua and Zoruark are very proficient chemical mimics and can emit strong pheromones that convince you that you are seeing a different pokémon than what’s standing in front of you. Maybe that, mixed with a hallucinogenic compound, neurotoxin, or other mind altering druggy substance (heck even laughing gas lol) to make you more suggestive. I dunno, it’s a huge stretch, but it’s an excuse to talk about Phenagris lol

Originally posted by axew

Welp. We went to see Wonder Woman. I cried during the sad parts and some of the other parts. They were the same kind of tears I had on and off through Ghostbusters. Movies with strong women who are fully realized people who are allowed to be sexual but are not sexualized and can also kick ass just make me cry randomly. Though TBH I also cry in LotR when anyone picks up their sword and runs into battle screaming the name of their home. I didn’t even realize how ravenous I was for a female version of that.

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nine in the afternoon // panic! at the disco

You were late.

It was beginning to weigh heavily on Optimus’ processor.  He pulled up his internal HUD and saw that it was already past midnight.  Your movie should have ended by now.  That’s what the running time had said when he googled it anyway.  He let out a small huff of frustration, as he continued to wait in the parking lot in his alt mode.

He didn’t have to wait long before he watched you walk out of the brightly lit theater surrounded by a group of people your age - all laughing at some joke he was too far away to catch.  Optimus felt something dark and jealous flare up inside him.  He had no idea who these people were.  Why hadn’t you mentioned any of them to him before?  And more importantly, what gave them the right to touch you like they were doing now?  He watched as one of the people in your group draped an arm around your shoulder, resisting the urge to transform and squash the little brazen pest then and there.

“Hey, y/n,” one of them called, snapping Optimus out of his murderous reveries.  “You want us to give you a ride home?”

“No thanks!  I can walk.  It’s not that far,” you replied cheerfully, waving to them as you made your way along the well lit side walk.  

Optimus turned his engine on as silently as he could and followed.  It wasn’t an easy feat to remain unnoticed, given his immense size, but then again, he had had a lot of practice following you around these past few weeks.  He tried to tell himself it was merely out of concern for your safety, but he knew himself too well.  He followed your every movement with his gaze, reveling in your unconsciously graceful movements, the soft bounce of your hair as you walked, the seductive sway of your hips…

He was so lost in his fantasies, that he didn’t notice the garbage can in his way until it was too late.  He swore violently under his breath as the cursed metal can toppled over, producing a large, cacophonous bang, and causing you to turn around with a start.  Your expression changed to one of confusion as you took in the sight of the familiar red and blue semi.

“Optimus?” you asked hesitantly.

He paused for a moment before letting out a mumbled “Hello,y/n…”

“What are you doing here?” you asked bewildered.  Your eyes suddenly narrowed as you shot him a somewhat wary glance.  “Were you… were you following me?”

Optimus hesitated as he ran over his options in his mind.  He silently cursed the fact that he had never been a good liar.  He was good at hiding things, certainly.  Well, maybe not now, but he wagered there were a good many things he did that you were still blissfully unaware of.  

“I came out here to find you,” he said finally.  Technically it wasn’t a lie.  “Agent Fowler just dropped some things off for you to sign that I think you ought to take a look at.”  Also technically not a lie, but not necessarily urgent enough to warrant a late night visit.

“Well, do you have them with you?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.  Your only answer was an awkward silence and the sound of his idling engine.  You groaned.  “Optimus, it’s twelve thirty at night on a Friday!  I want to go to bed.”

“You could always sleep at the base,” Optimus offered in what he hoped was a casual tone of voice.  “Your room is still all made up from the last time.”  He could sense your hesitation as you thought it over.  “It’ll be like a sleepover,” he prodded.  “I’ll even hook up that star projector that you’re so fond of.”

He watched in triumph as your face slowly bloomed into a smile.  “Okay, deal,” you replied.

“Excellent,” he purred, opening his passenger side door for you to slide in.

“Mmmm, I’m pretty sleepy already,” you muttered weakly as you pressed your body against his seats, lulled by the movement of his cab as he trailed along the dusty road towards base, and the soft, gentle music drifting through his speakers.

“Why don’t you go ahead and sleep then?” he said in a low, hypnotic rumble.  “I’ll look after you.”

“But the papers…” you whispered even as the sudden influx of warm air through his AC unit pulled you farther away from consciousness.

“They’ll still be there when you wake up,” he said with a soft smile in his voice.  There was a soft sounding click as his locks clicked into place.  “But for now, sleep,” he purred as your eyes finally fluttered closed.  

He arrived at the base only a few short minutes later, pulling around back to the large empty hangar area.  You were still sleeping peacefully inside his cab, preventing him from shifting out of alt mode.  Not that he minded, however.  You were there, and that was all that mattered.  

Optimus switched his optical output to inside his cab, allowing himself to see you for the first time since you had entered.  Primus, but you were a lovely sight when you were asleep.  So peaceful and innocent, with your hair swept gently across your forehead.  He had a sudden, overwhelming urge to touch you.  To brush the hair from your eyes.  To place soft, open mouthed kisses along your delicate neck.  To cradle you in his hands as he stroked over every inch of skin until you were a whimpering, writhing mess.

His cooling fans kicked in, reminding him of his current predicament.  He forced himself to calm down, to push those sorts of thoughts from his mind.  The last thing he wanted was for you to wake up, not when he was enjoying watching you so much.  He settled for turning up his air units slightly, causing the hair covering your forehead to be swept back.  You shifted and mumbled something incoherent in your sleep.  Optimus smiled inwardly.

“Sleep well, my dearest,” he purred affectionately through his speakers.

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anonymous asked:

not to sound creepy but i like it when you mention your mom bc even though i've never met her, based on the small things you tell us about her, she holds a warm place in my mind. like a very caring and supportive figure who's joy bring you joy. she seems like a one in a million person you'd be lucky to run into

my mom’s the strongest person i know and i’m extremely grateful i can call her my mom. she’s someone who has taught—and continues to teach—me how to overcome my fears and struggles, to realize that i am more than enough just the way i am, to be kind and open-minded about everything and everyone, to have faith and believe in the purity and goodness of humanity, and most importantly to take care of and love myself.

my mom has always been so patient with me and genuinely loves me no matter what, from my hellish worst days to the days i cook and bake for her birthday. she’s kept all of my kindergarten clay pots, first grade drawings, middle school letters, high school bracelets solely bc i made them with her in mind. she kakao talks me every morning so i can start off the day brightly, in-between sporadically to check if i’ve eaten, and every night to make sure i’ve gotten home safe.

my mom’s my inspiration and drive to do well and live happily in life. she’s been my support system since day one. and she’s probably subconsciously the reason why i could never hurt myself enough mentally and emotionally or contemplate suicide any further bc i could never leave her to deal with that kind of pain. she’s already lived through so much from such an early age and she had to conquer all those obstacles alone. but she did. and that’s all that truly matters in the end.

i only wish i could be a better daughter, someone who treats her a lot better than i do. my mom knows i love her and she knows i care, but i want to try harder everyday to show my appreciation bc i don’t think i could ever repay her for all of the things she so selflessly has and continues to do for me and our family.

something that always struck me as odd about the prequels is how palpatine was able to forge a relationship with anakin in the first place.

this is definitely my biggest problem with the jedi, in relation to anakin: they let palpatine, a middle aged man, get anakin, a child, alone. the fact that palpatine’s even insistent on it at all should be ringing alarm bells. there should be Stranger Danger warnings going off, people! you’re dropping the ball, men!

and i understand that, according to the comics, palpatine threw his political weight around, saying that the senate has total control over the jedi. that you can’t deny the chancellor. but that’s incorrect - the republic is corrupt, but it’s not a dictatorship yet. as anakin’s legal guardians, the council has the full right to refuse palpatine access to anakin - it doesn’t matter who’s knocking at your door, you’re supposed to protect your charge. 

but the jedi handed him over. the second palpatine pressed, they folded; and no one tried to curb anakin’s interaction with palpatine, even though it should be clear that an old man wanting to talk with a minor day after day after day is suspicious. especially since the jedi were suspicious of palpatine anyway

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What a thought, though. What if it had been just Sam? Is it so weird that he might ‘pop out of Hell wrong’, after his stint in the Cage? (6x06)