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“Hey Rogers, come check this out!”

Steve snapped his shield back into place at Barton’s voice. “What is it?”

“Clint’s made a new friend,” Romanoff said dryly. “You can relax, Cap. Probably.” She stood at Barton’s back, watching his six as he peered into the gap between two bits of debris.

“Stick your hand in here,” Barton said. “See if you can reach. My arm’s a little short.”

“What am I trying to get?” Steve asked, doing as Barton said anyway. “I - what the hell?” He pulled his arm out and stared at the scrappy bit of fluff attached to his glove.

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The Bestiary: Tunicates

Most of the creatures I review tend to be molluscs, cnidarians or crabs. This is because my utter adoration with these phyla. But every once in a while I wipe the nerdy fanboy-froth from my mouth and turn my attention towards other groups.

And boy howdy is it worth it.

Tunicates (subphylum Tunicata) are some of the most bizarre shit the tree of life features, and considering the bizarre shit I’ve seen since I started running the blog, that’s saying something. For starters, Polycarpa aurata looks like a goddamn heart, and it only looks weird, it’s not on the level of batshit insanity some other tunicates are.

Just look at that lovely thing. Did I mention that it’s a closer relative of ours than insects?

Yup, it is. For looking like a prehistoric sponge’s retarded cousin, these guys are pretty innovative in some ways. Namely, they are some of the first Chordata, which means they have a notochord; pretty much the ancestral version to our spinal columns, except made of fluid-inflated cells staying in place because of the pressure they have towards one another. Basically a balloon animal spine.

Too bad they looked on their dazzling new notochord, said “fuck that” and decided to lose it and become primitive sessile or drifting Cnidarian/Poriferan knockoffs. Out of the three tunicate classes, two lose their notochords upon reaching adulthood, which is absolute bullshit. Change apparently scares them.

The first class, the Thaliacea contain the salps (Salpidae), who are reknowned for looking like jellyfish and having the most efficient jet propulsion in the entire animal kingdom with which they can fuck an octopus twice over. Also, they have a tendency to quite literally stick together side to side and traverse the oceans in colonies not unlike meters-long translucent toilet chains.

They look like one of those segmented snakelike bosses from shoot-em-up games where you have to destroy each segment separately.

See? I ain’t kidding.

The other significant members of the class are the order Pyrosoma, colonial organisms somewhat resembling siphonophores. They range from bioluminescent little trinkets,

to friggin enormous ravening worm monsters that are pretty much the final boss of the entire ocean.

Roll for initiative, bitch

Next up are the  Ascidiacea, a class of pretty chill sessile tunicates, except for the predatory tunicate (Megalodicopia hians), an animal that could be best described as Pac-Man if Toru Iwatani designed him on a particularly disturbing LSD-induced bad trip.

This thing waits around all day until something swims into its mouthlike hood, at which point it will close its mouth and digest it alive. It’s not exactly special, but considering it belongs to an entire subphylum of wimpy-ass filter feeders, it still is sort of a big deal. And holy hell does it look ghastly as all fuck.

The final class is Larvacea, the only ones who have the good sense to not throw out one of the greatest evolutionary achievements out the window when they hit adulthood. These folks keep their notochords and even most other larval features, which ironically puts them miles before their more radically changing cousins in terms of complexity. And also they slightly resemble Chestbursters.

Larvaceans are free-floaters who employ some of the most creative usage of slime that would put Portal 2 to shame if these guys ever heard of Portal 2 or had hands to play it.

This is how it goes.

Every day, they secrete shitloads of a special, sticky mucus they use to build a “house” around themselves. While this house would probably worth fuck-all in the face of a wolf trying to acquire three talking pigs, it does a mighty fine job filtering food for its inhabitant. The larvaceans’ “mucus house” is one of the most efficient filtration devices known to man, cycling seawater through several ludicrously complex filters that would cause any fluid physicist of your choice jizz their pants on the spot.

You can’t even see the larvacean in there, but I can assure you, it’s definitely inside. It’s like those evil overlords who never leave their thrones.

Overnight the filters get completely jammed with debris, forcing the larvacean to leave the house (through an emergency exit made explicitly for this purpose, no less) and create a new one from scratch.

Let me remind you that this thing is made entirely out of mucus and yet it still works. I don’t know if you ever tried to make seawater filters out of Jell-O but I can assure you that it’s damn hard. And yet this guy does it daily despite having the brain capacity of a flatworm. Have you done something productive today? No? What’s your excuse?

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anonymous asked:

Have you ever done a paludarium? I want to set one up in the next year or so but I don't know where to begin. I know I want platys and some sort of bottom feeders, but I don't know what to do about the terrestrial plants and what animal would be a good fit.

I haven’t! Sorry :c 

Maybe my followers can help

Creepypasta #813: There Is A Drug Called PH4 In Circulation. Please Don’t Take It.

Length: Super long

When I was in college in 2010, I was pretty heavily involved with some serious drug trading. I had always kind of been a party animal, and usually if I wasn’t high off of one thing I was drunk off another. Drugs and alcohol consumed most of my life, so I figured that I’d make some money off of that bad habit of mine, and got into the business.

It’s sure as hell not easy or safe money, I’ll tell you that, but it was the best money a college kid with several criminal charges was going to get. I sold all sorts of shit; weed, crack, heroin, ecstasy, you name it. Nothing was off the table for me, and if there was a name for it I probably had it. I’m not proud of it, but a guy’s gotta make money, you know? And it saved me money being able to supply my own addictions.

It was easily one of the darkest times of my life. I’d lost most of my real friends I’d had since elementary school, and I was rolling with the worst crowd you could imagine. Fellow dealers, mostly, and I hung out with some of the people I dealt to as well. I was in and out of jail and rehab, and my parents had cut me off since I was using their money to fund my habits. I was failing most of my classes and about to be kicked out of school. I was hardly lucid half the time, but when I was, I felt like shit. I wanted out. So you can imagine that I’d take the first opportunity I had to build myself a new life, no matter what the cost.

I should’ve known right off the bat that there was something odd about Ben, but I wasn’t the brightest at the time. He was definitely unusual, though. I’d seen Ben in the shadier parts of town where most of my dealing took place multiple times, and the first few times I thought he was a cop or a private investigator or something else that meant bad news. He wasn’t, though, just looked it. Even in alleys and slums I never saw him without a freshly ironed clean suit on and his blond hair done up all fancy-like. He wasn’t old, exactly, but he definitely wasn’t young either, not by our standards. Maybe in his early to mid 30s. Can’t say for sure.

Ben was lurking around our crowds for a while, never buying, never making a move, not doing much of anything. Just observing, it seemed, which was threatening in itself. There was talk about ‘getting rid’ of him, and maybe he caught wind of it, because after he approached me with a job offer I never saw him again.

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In hindsight I probably should have posted these during Halloween, cause what you’re looking at is referred to as a Skeleton Shrimp!

Not actually a skeleton nor a shrimp, these marine amphipods are harmless algae grazers and plankton eaters. 

I found this one attached to some seaweed in an estuary in Mexico. She is pregnant and also has some sort of symbionts attached to her abdomen, which are most likely filter-feeders. Edit: those are actually reduced limbs that act as fins! 

rasec-wizzlbang  asked:

do you think any prehistoric creatures have been reconstructed totally incorrectly because the only fossil of a species found happened to be some kind of individual mutation?

It’s happened before - in a way.

Atopodentatus was a semi-aquatic reptile from the Middle Triassic of China that baffled its discoverers with its strangely shaped mouth.  The original specimen had a hooked snout with a vertical split down its middle, the sides of which were lined with tiny teeth.  Its bizarre dentition led researchers to believe that it was a filter-feeder of some sort, using its uniquely shaped mouth to suck up small invertebrates.

(Image by Julius T. Csotonyi.)

However, just this year, better-preserved specimens of Atopodentatus were found, revealing that the “zipper-mouth” displayed by the original specimen was simply an artifact of poor fossilization.  The skull had been crushed and forced into an unnatural shape.  In reality, Atopodentatus was a “hammerhead” that used its wide jaws to mow algae from the sea floor.  (This makes Atopodentatus the earliest known herbivorous marine reptile - one of only three known to science, including the Late Cretaceous tuatara relative Ankylosphenodon and the modern marine iguana.

However, Atopodentatus is by no means unique.  Numerous extinct species are known only from single, poorly preserved specimens, which may have lead to incorrect interpretations of how these creatures would have looked in life.  If additional fossils of these species are never discovered, our conceptions of them may stay incorrect forever.

Just because I’m a feeder that blogs about 400+ lb dudes and stuffing people until they can’t move, doesn’t mean anything less would be disappointing.

I suppose this is a PSA of sorts? A personal one though. I definitely can’t speak for all feeders with this one. Although I’m hoping some of them can relate.

I would never want my feedee (and therefore partner, since I wouldn’t want a feedee I wasn’t in a relationship with) to feel like they weren’t enough. Like they weren’t making me happy. Because my feedee would also be my partner, there is so SOOO much more that I look for outside of shared kinks. I would rather date someone that’s 230 lbs than someone who’s 350 lbs, if he was a better fit for me.

Perhaps some people have certain desires they consider ‘must-haves’, and I guess I have a few myself. I mean, there does have to be SOME kink compatibility. However a little communication can go a long way. I am well aware of the hesitations that come with gaining weight. I’m aware that people have limits for what they’re comfortable with. Having those hesitations or limits does not mean you’re a bad feedee. I am more than happy to sit down and talk about alternatives, fantasies, or different ways to incorporate what we like so that we’re both happy.

Feeding Frenzy

Humans were so amazing, they were prey, but also bounded to greatness. They could transform, into anything, given the proper guidance and mentor. Or given the proper bite, or spell, the perfect little doll, is what a good human could be. Some humans had greatness thrust upon them, others were born into it, and even some had it hidden, deep down, unknown of their greatness to the higher order, until it was too late, and they turned to ash.

Halflings had a timeline, when they turn twenty four, if they do not change to be a full fledged vampire, they will turn to dust. So if a hafling does not know it is a halfling, and no vampires have decided to help them. Poof..Dust. So Draco held these parties. Feeding parties, but also, it was a good way to find any halflings, and change them before they should expire. 

Bonds did happen, not everyone found a mate, similar to Draco. A vampire who has mated a lot, but has not found a mate. A person or creature, who’s blood drove him near to madness. He wasn’t looking though either, he said it was good for himself, he was a better leader, with nothing to care for other than his people. 

That was, until he got a wiff of someone who had came in, nostrils flare for a moment, and he turns his head slowly towards the hallway. Where a crowd of humans have walked in. Searching said crowed to try and follow the scent to the direct source. It lands on a young man with curly brown hair. Dressed in his best suit, which was good, feedings were always formal events. Even if the feeders didn’t know exactly what sort of party they have come too. 

Draco had been on a..Throne, that the vampires all recognized as his, and did not dare to sit on it. They were in his castle, and there was loud music playing. Many beautiful people made up, and dressed to the nines. Including Draco. The only difference, was Draco didn’t have a bow-tie or a tie on. His shirt was unbuttoned at the first two buttons. His shirt was black, and the jacket he wore, was a deep velvet crimson color. 

The older Vampire gets up from his seat to head towards the crowd of excited young people, who have various vampires leading various of them off to the festivities. Approaching Malcolm he gives a smooth smile and extends his hand. 

Welcome to my home. I am Draco Live Allevandra. I do hope my home was not too terribly hard to find.” Draco smiles, but his castle was rather well hidden like it or not. 

Pectinatella magnifica

…is a species of freshwater colonial Lophopidid bryozoan (Phylum Bryozoa) which is widely distributed throughout North America and parts of Europe. P. magnifica colonies can reach lengths of ~2 meters and are typically seen attached to some sort of hard object. Like other bryozoans P. magnifica is a suspension feeder, using a specialized feeding structure known as a lophophore to gather nutrients. 

Classification

Animalia-Bryozoa-Phylactolaemata-Plumatellida-Lophopodidae-Pectinatella-P. magnifica

Image: Triclops200

Daily Paleo Art Month #10: Henodus

Much like the not-a-rabbit from a couple of days ago, this creature wasn’t a turtle. It was actually a member of a Triassic marine reptile group known as placodonts, which were closer related to plesiosaurs than anything resembling a chelonian. Henodus here came from the Late Triassic of Germany, around 225 million years ago, and reached lengths of about 1m (3.3ft).

Henodus is the only placodont found in non-marine deposits, living in brackish lagoons or perhaps even freshwater. There’s also evidence for keratin structures in its mouth that resemble baleen, which suggest it was some sort of filter-feeder.