Summary: Yoongi is a cursed man, having been vanished from society he lives his days howling to the moon, craving for something he knows he cannot have.Yoongi is alone and he’s more than sure that his destiny is live as the cursen forsaken creature he is. A lone wolf. He has no idea someone has also been yearning from him, until you come before him, like a light fallen from the sky.
He ran as fast as he could, getting out of his house at dusk, his legs going at full speed through the grass. But Yoongi knew he could do better. With a loud growl he jumped, and when he fell down to the grass again he was no longer a man running with his two legs.
Four paws hit the ground, the strong muscles impulsing him forward in a way he couldn’t have dreamed of if he was in his human form. Now this was speed, his limbs moving in a way it made him feel powerful, it was how he knew he could jump incredibly high, how he knew he could accelerate his pace and go even faster, how his senses were now magnified to an extent that was impossible to explain; his eyes, his nose, even feeling the flavor of the air in his mouth, it smelled of pure nature, the other animals in the forrest, wood and the fallen leaves of autumn; and how he could kill, with a simple bite he could kill almost anything.
The moon was already on the sky, although it wasn’t high enough or bright enough since it wasn’t completely night yet. Yoongi ran faster until he was at the top of a hill, the one he always went when it was full moon night. He liked the hill, it wasn’t that far from his cottage but it was far enough to feel like he was completely alone. Not that anyone else lived in the cottage, but just having it there made him think of people, and he didn’t like to think about anything else when the full moon rose in the sky, his attention was just for it and in his wolf form he felt even more bounded to be just with the moon, nothing else.
So he waited for the night to fall completely, sitting there looking at the sky; as it changed colors the moon went higher, as it got darker the moon gained light, and there, in the middle of nowhere with no sight of human life near him, the moon made a luminary scene that took his breath away. It always did, every month Yoongi felt overwhelmed by it, how that light hypnotized him, he couldn’t stare elsewhere, he couldn’t think of anything ese, just that bright and round light in the sky.
As the night grew even darker he felt his chest being oppressed. Before, years ago, Yoongi would’ve panicked a little thinking he was suffering of some disease; but he was used to it by now, he was indeed suffering of something, but not what he used to think.
It was the effect of the moon, how it made him feel like he was alone in this world, it made him feel like he should stay on that hill looking at the sky forever, he craved that light like nothing else in this world. Yoongi’s heart beat faster while staring at it, the moon, glistening in pure powerful energy that carved to his very bones.Yoongi felt like crying, and he knew that if he was in his human form he would be crying madly by now, but he was a wolf, and wolves didn’t cry.
Instead he propped his neck up and howled, strong and tearing, sharing with the moon his most secret afflictions, his desires and all his longing. Yoongi howled and howled, the intense feelings going out there in a torrent of cries that you could only be heard in the depth of the night.
He gazed at the moon, feeling watched by it, it reminded him how alone he was in this world, but it made his spirit soar at the same time because if the moon was in the sky then there was something that could listen to Yoongi’s laments; it reminded him of the damned creature he had become, he was no longer human.
In the evolution of mankind, the ass… became the boobs… When man walked on four legs… What lay before their eyes… Was the Ass. Ever since the day man began to walk on two legs, the ass… No longer remained in front of their eyes. And what replaced it were…. Boobs!! BUT THE TRUE ORIGIN OF LIFE IS THE ASS… WOMEN’S LARGE MOUNDS ARE A REPLACEMENT FOR THE ASS. BOOBS… ARE JUST A REPLACEMENT… SO… IN THE END, BOOBS ARE NOTHING MORE THAN FAKE ASSES. AND IF I HAD TO CHOOSE BETWEEN THE ORIGINAL AND THE IMITATION, OF COURSE I WOULD CHOOSE THE ORIGINAL!!AND THOUGH I COULD GO ON TO SAY THAT THE COURSE OF EVOLUTION HAS LED TO THE ASS BEING HIDDEN, BACK AND AWAY, IT IS THAT ITSELF- THAT MODESTY- THAT GIVES THE ASS EROS… AN EROS WHICH BOOBS, OUT IN THE OPEN, COULD NEVER HAVE…
Spirits from Salvadoran, Costa Rican, Guatemalan and south Mexican folklore, there are two different types of Cadejo, a good and a bad one. The good Cagejo normally has white fur and the evil Cadejo normally has black fur, though in some folklore their colours are swapped around. Both Cadejos appear in the form of a large shaggy dog that is about the size of a cow and they have deer-like hooves instead of paws. The black Cadejo has glowing red eyes, the scent of concentrated urine and sulphur, fur that glitters in the night and it moves in erratic twitching movements. Both of them move more like a deer than a normal dogs.
The black Cadejo is sometimes believed to be an incarnation of the devil. It lures people into make evil decisions. It eats newborn puppies and has the ability to stand on two legs like a man in order to throw punches at people to remind them that are dealing with no ordinary dog. The black Cadejo also eats humans. It will lurk in graveyards and dark alleys to pounce on passing victims and attack them savagely. Cadejos can also cause insanity. If you turn your back on a Cadejo or speak to it or you will go insane.
White Cadejos are peaceful and they eat flowers that only grow on volcanoes. The white Cadejo appears to travelers at night and it protects them from harm during their journey. It has been known to guard drunks and vagabonds from thieves or anyone else who would do them harm, and they protect anyone who has made bad choices under the influence of a black Cadejo.
Killing a Cadejo is notoriously difficult. A regular black Cadejo can only be killed by a white Cadejo. If the Cadejo is half normal dog then it is possible for a strong human to kill it. When a Cadejo dies its body will rot in a matter of seconds, it will smell terrible for several days and then the body will disappear. It will leave a stain of evil on the ground and grass or moss will never grow on that spot again. When a Cadejo is near it is said that you will smell a strong goat-like scent.
HUMANLEGSWERE lankier, longer than his fluffy ones made out of vinyl that he had gotten used to. so, it was easy to be clumsy with these fleshy things attached to his waist and hips. not to mention how fascinated baymax was; constantly looking down at them as he walked. not paying attention to where he was going or what was happening. “oh, man,” he mumbled, tripping over his own two legs. on his knees, he looked up at whomever he was blocking. “oh, sorry ––” he paused, eyes widening, jaw opening. “are clones… common?”
Combeferre is known as the Resistance’s most brilliant strategist, but Enjolras has to wonder if the stress of the First Order’s advances and the disappearance of Poe Dameron has sent his friend’s famed reasoning over the edge.
The first glimpse of Combeferre’s plan in the flesh confirms his suspicion. Across the smoky, crowded cantina, a man sits alone, his chair tipped back on two legs, a half-drained bottle set on the table beside an empty bottle. His hair is a riot of loose dark curls, rough stubble on his cheek, shirt unbuttoned at the collar to show the line of his throat. He wears a blaster at each hip and another strapped to his ankle, enough exposed weaponry to suggest he shoots often and is often shot at.
“No,” says Enjolras, reading him from afar and disliking every line, “absolutely not. Have you gone mad, man?”
It is difficult to ELI5 because no one actually knows the answer for sure. Every answer presented as fact is really a hypothesis. More than that, they are just-so stories, because they are almost untestable and thus unfalsifiable. All of that being said, there are three major hypotheses, which are not mutually exclusive:
The running man hypothesis: Walking on two-legs helped us throw spears and see far, and also let us separate our breathing from our stride. When most four-legged animals sprint, their bodies expand and contract such that their breathing is forced to follow their stride; we can decouple those two motions, which is a luxury. Furthermore, hairlessness helps us to sweat, as hair would slow down evaporative cooling.
The aquatic ape hypothesis: Another idea holds that humans became bipedal because an elevated head helped them when wading and fishing. Aquatic mammals tend to either have very dense hair or no hair at all (whales, dolphins, pigs - kinda, etc.). This idea is not as crazy as it sounds, and some random observations support that we evolved to be in or near wet environments. For example, you know how your fingertips get wrinkly when they’re in water for a while? Well, that reaction is regulated by your nervous system, and is not a direct effect of wetness. Furthermore, those wrinkles have been demonstrated to aid your ability to grip wet rocks.
The filthy fur hypothesis: Fur is not as good as clothing, because you can remove and clean clothing. Fur, on the other hand, is always full of parasites. Consider the two hairiest parts of the body, the scalp and the crotch; both are subject to lice. This argument holds that we lost fur because of the terrible parasite load associated with dense fur. It also argues that the few remaining hairs can help you feel crawling parasites and impede their progress (I have a hairy back, and can attest to this. Good luck, ticks!) We either replaced fur with clothing gradually, or else picked it up later to cover our nakedness, especially as we went into colder climates, depending on the timeline (which I will admit isn’t known to me).
The remaining hair may serve a number of purposes, but it seems to help prevent sunburn, demonstrate sexual maturity, channel water flow, filter air, increase sensation and sensory range, and possibly trap aroma (while many probably no longer find this desirable, body odor was considered sexy even in historical times, and still is in some places). Some people here have asked if (or argued that) a trait must have been selected for if we see it today, but that’s not always the case. As hard as it is to accept, some things are the way they are purely by chance. Red hair is frequent in Ireland in spite of no known selective benefit. Eyebrow shapes could be in the same category. Again, no one knows.
According to reports by Russian newspapers, the mysterious skulls were
found in a cave on Mount Bolshoi Tjach nearly two years ago by a group
of explorers led by ethnographer Vladimir Melikov. According to Melikov,
the creature of one of the skulls was unlike anything known to man, and
it walked on two legs. Melikov states that among the most mysterious
features of the skulls is the absence of cranial vault and jaws. The eye
sockets are unusually large having facial features resembling humans.
Even when compared with the skull of a bear, it’s hard to think that you
do not have in your hands the remains of an alien creature, said
Melikov. Paleontologists in Moscow weren’t too excited when they
received photographs of the mysterious skulls, they merely acknowledged
that the skulls are unlike anything they had ever seen, suggesting that
the skulls could have been submerged and exposed to sand for long
periods of time, something that could have altered the shape of the
skulls, but, if this were the case, how can we explain the nearly
identical ‘deformations’ in both skulls which seem to follow similar
“The materialist theory of history, that all politics and ethics are the expression of economics, is a very simple fallacy indeed. It consists simply of confusing the necessary conditions of life with the normal preoccupations of life, that are quite a different thing. It is like saying that because a man can only walk about on two legs, therefore he never walks about except to buy shoes and stockings.”
It suddenly appeared to me that the Berlin S-Bahn system had the form of Da Vinci’s Man of Vitruvius: a circle (Ringbahn), two arms (Stadtbahn) and a head + legs (Nord-Südtunnel and the southern branches at Yorckstrasse), with Friedrichstrasse as the heart of the network. So I made a map. What do you think?
Transit Maps says:
Well, that’s certainly a creative and unusual way to interpret the Ringbahn! Of course, it’s a diagrammatic representation, so things can be tweaked to suit the designer’s vision – lining up Schöneberg with the Vitruvian Man’s left foot; raising the Stadtbahn’s horizontal axis up to mimic the arms, etc. The real Ringbahn is nowhere near so perfectly neat, taking a far more convoluted path through Berlin’s outer suburbs. According to Wikipedia, the distinctive shape formed by the Ringbahn earns it the the nickname “Hundekopf” (dog’s head)… which I can just about imagine if I squint long enough at the real map.
Still, full marks for creativity and the skill to turn that idea into something convincing!
He screamed, “YEAH” in a dead-on impersonation of pro wrestler “Macho Man” Randy Savage, grasping the folder chair by two legs. He swung again and flattened another of the beasts, screaming, “Have a seat, bitch!”
“Of course, one might with some justice claim that the Sphinx was the first philosopher and Oedipus the second. This would also have the merit of making philosophy begin with a woman and continuing with an incestuous parricide. The Sphinx asks her visitors a question, which is also a riddle, and perhaps even a joke: what goes on four legs in the morning, on two legs at noon, and on three legs in the evening? If they get the answer wrong, she kills them. Furthermore, when Oedipus guesses the right answer to the riddle—man crawls on all fours as a baby, walks on two legs as an adult and with a cane in old age—the Sphinx commits philosophical suicide by throwing herself to the ground from her high rock.”
what better way to start off a semi-art blog than with a 20 minute sloppy doodle of an edgy fusion gem huh
This is Azurite-Malachite, fusion of my gem Snow Quartz and @accursedasche‘s Fluorite.
I thought the two would fuse nicely, since they both have skate-y feet and the colours go great together lmao. Fluorite and Snow Quartz’s fusion dances both have something to do with skating, too, so wooOOO
Their weapon is just Fluorite’s blaster.
Even though they have similar physiques and ‘’jobs’’ (that job being scouting), making their fusion swift and well-coordinated, their clashing personalities came together to create the mind of an edgy 13 year old. They’re pretty much the gem version of that ‘i cant tell where Leto ends and the Joker begins’ meme lmAO