unidentifying

cheinsaw  asked:

i see you reblogging birds with tits ashley

important titties you may encounter:
bird titties
fish titties
oarfish titties (different)
drum titties
spider titties
flower titties
biwa titties
dragon titties
unidentified titties
perhaps others???

View of actor and comedian Flip Wilson with singer and actor Sammy Davis, Jr. performing in an unidentified skit. Both men are costumed as musicians; Wilson holds a trumpet and Davis holds a music case. Handwritten on back: “Wilson, Flip, comedian.”

  • Courtesy of the E. Azalia Hackley Collection of African Americans in the Performing Arts, Detroit Public Library

anonymous asked:

would you be willing to write a little something about Bones losing someone on the operating table and he's really beating himself up about it and Jim comforts him or something of the sorts?

  • Bones is a mess that night. Jim’s received the medical report from M'Benga, and he knows he’s gotta call the living family members of cadet Stewards to let them know their son suffered a fatal illness after coming in contact with unidentified alien flora. That kind of a call is rough, but Jim much prefers to do it himself over some admiral at Starfleet doing it for him. It just feels more personal; like someone actually cares about it. Jim actually cares. Though calling is rough, and Jim’s gonna feel pretty shitty for a while. But it’s not nearly as bad as Bones. Bones, who has spent three days trying to save Steward’s life. Three days without sleep; trying to find this man a cure, and then watching the sickness progress through the man’s body until it’s too late. Bones hasn’t said a word to Jim yet, but Jim knows he must be miserable.
  • Bones isn’t in sick bay. He’s not in his office, or the bar. He’s not working out his frustrations at the gym (– though, let’s be real, that’s not super surprising). He’s not in his room, or Jim’s, or in the rec room, and when Bones isn’t in the library either, Jim starts getting a little worried. There’s only so many places on a space ship one can be. Especially that someone being Bones. Who works long hours and exhausts himself so that he has no time to be bored and wander off. But on a whim, Jim finds himself down to the lower decks, and then he finds Bones just walking out of Cadet Steward’s quarters. “Bones,” Jim says, throwing him a sympathetic smile, “are you okay?” “Fine,” Bones says, “I need to go to work.” “No, Bones, hey,” Jim reaches out, grabbing Bones’ arm, “You’ve been working nonstop for the last three days. You need to catch some sleep.“ But rather than complying, Bones shakes his head. “I can’t sleep, there might be more people infected.” “Then we’ll see them show up in med bay.” “I’m working on-” “No, Bones,” Jim interrupts him. He sounds a lot more stern now, and he throws the other man a warning glare when he can just sense Bones is about to roll his eyes. “You are going to bed or I’m scheduling you offline for the next week.”
  • He expects Bones to be asleep by the time Jim comes and checks up on him, a few hours later. Instead, he finds Bones sitting on his couch, surrounded by actual paperwork and old college books. “What are you doing?” Jim asks, walking over to him, “I told you to go to bed.” “I couldn’t sleep,” Bones replies, and Jim sighs. “Did you even try?” he asks, ignoring the look Bones gives him afterwards. Jim sits down on the couch next to him. “Bones, I will hypo you in the neck with some sort of sleeping aid if you don’t lie down and rest. You’re going to collapse,” he says. “You wouldn’t,” Leonard says, “you’re not authorized. Thank God, too. Some sort of sleeping aid, glad you’re not a doctor.” “Okay, you’re tired, so I’m going to let that insult slide,” Jim says, “if I can’t do it, I’ll get Chapel to do it for me.” “You wouldn’t,” Leonard says, and Jim smiles only briefly. “Oh, but I would. C'mon, Bones, let’s just go to bed. I’m tired, too, let’s just go to your bed.“ 
  • Jim isn’t that tired at all. After all, he’s slept properly in the last three days or so. But he lies in bed next to Bones, just to make sure the other actually sleeps. But he isn’t sleeping. He finds Bones tossing and turning and Jim’s patience is pretty much nil. So he shifts closer, wrapping both his arms around the other man to keep him still. Bones does freeze, but maybe not the way Jim had hoped. “What… what are you doing?” Bones asks. “I’m holding you ‘til you fall asleep.” “Don’t.” “You told me that works on Joanna.” “Joanna is a child,” Bones counters, and Jim wisely keeps his mouth shut.
  • “I found an antidote,” Bones says eventually. Jim’s still holding on to him, and he looks at him curiously. “That’s good, Bones.” “I got it minutes too late,” Bones explains, “if only I hadn’t taken a coffee break, he would have lived.” “Stop,” Jim says, his arm tightening around Bones’ waist, “you and I both know it doesn’t work that way. You didn’t sleep for three days trying to save a man’s life. You did all you could, alright? Maybe you never would’ve gotten the breakthrough idea had it not been for that coffee. Don’t beat yourself up over this.” Bones just sighs, and Jim honestly doesn’t know what to do. He shares the same feeling as Bones when crew members die on violent away missions. Jim would feel guilty over those for months, and it still makes him uncomfortable.
  • Bones does fall asleep eventually, and when he does, he’s out for at least ten hours. Jim uses that time to have that antidote analyzed in med by Chapel and M'Benga. After they’ve given the all-clear, they use it on pretty much anyone who’s been in contact with Stewards and the planet in general, and anyone who shows even the slightest symptoms, just in case.
  • When he encounters Bones again, he still looks miserable -  but at least he looks rested. Jim throws him a sympathetic smile. “Morning, sunshine.” “Don’t,” Bones says. “We used your antidote,” Jim says, “it’ll save a lot of lives. Hey, you did good, Bones.” Bones throws Jim a small smile, though Jim’s fairly sure it’s not entirely genuine and it’s just to get Jim off his back. But Jim’s never given up easily. 
  • He sticks around Bones closely. He checks up on him in med bay, he sleeps in the same bed and they just talk about anything they want until they both fall asleep. He makes sure he appreciates Bones just slightly more than he usually already does. And he does notice that slowly but surely, Bones is growing into his old self again. Like he’s starting to realize that he can’t save everyone.
  • But he’s still saving as many people as he can. And Jim grows so accustomed to sleeping over in Bones’ quarters, he hasn’t seen his own quarters in weeks. He wakes up next to Bones, one arm lazily around Bones’ stomach. “How are you doing?” Jim asks Bones when the other wakes up, too. “Like I’ve been stared at,” Bones says, and Jim laughs. “You look cute when you sleep. Not angry.” “Shut your mouth.” “Oh, less cute now,” Jim says, and Bones snorts. “Seriously,” Jim says, “are you okay?” Bones glances in his direction, and Jim shivers when he feels Bones’ fingers run over his back. “I’m okay,” Bones says, “I’ve been okay for a while.” “Are you saying I’ve been sleeping in your bed while I didn’t have to?” Jim huffs, and Bones laughs softly. Jim reaches out, fingers brushing over Bones’ slightly unshaven cheeks. He leans in, lips brushing against the other man’s in a soft kiss. He doesn’t even really realize he’s kissing him until Bones is definitely kissing him back; Bones’ fingers running down his spine slowly. “You sure you mind sleeping in the same room as me?” He asks, and Jim grins, fingers still gently running over Bones’ cheeks, and he throws Bones a soft smile. “Not one bit.”

Fallstreak holes are natural phenomena that often get mistaken for UFOs. These ‘hole punch clouds’ occur when water droplets inside a cloud freeze and fall beneath it, creating a large gap that looks like a perfect hiding place for a flying saucer.

Aliens, obvi.

The rarity of fallstreak holes is what tends to throw people.

That paired with the tendency to look at anything in the sky and cry ‘UFO!’ is the perfect makings of a false alien alarm.

Sometimes these clouds have little rainbows inside.

They aren’t always circular, though…

They make all kinds of crazy shapes.

Including airplane/sword/cross/wieners.

Photos via: Rantplaces

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Benjaman Kyle, the man who has been without an identity for 11 years finally knows who he is. Found behind a dumpster outside of a Burger King and hospitalized, Benjaman woke up with no memory of who he was, and was diagnosed with retrograde amenesia.

Unable to work without I.D or a social security number Kyle was dependent on the support system that rallied around him in Jackson, Florida, where he’s lived for over a decade while searching for who he is.

Thanks to the help of genetic genealogist, CeCe Moore, he was able to determine his identity using the same process used in finding biological parents in adoption cases.

He made the following Facebook post:

“MY IDENTITY HAS BEEN FOUND! It is now the start of the eleventh year since this began and I never thought this day would come. A little over two months ago I was informed by CeCe Moore that that they had established my Identity using DNA. Many people had shared their DNA profiles so that they could be compared with mine.

Through a process of elimination they determined my ancestral bloodline and who my relatives were. A DNA test taken by a close relative has confirmed that we are related.

I have been in contact with them and plan on visiting them next week. I will soon have a Social Security card and a new Florida ID card. I am reserving my new name for now until I have met my new found relatives.”

Pokemon sun and moon confirmed!! Also some birb pokemon too, that we saw for like a few seconds barely - using screenshots n guessing how its face looks, i drew it!! It looks like a woodpecker, at least the feet~!

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Monster creature fished(by fished I mean, shot with an arrow) out of New Jersey’s waters.

This unidentified creature is thought to be a sea lamprey. It has thick bloody lips that sorround jagged sharp teeth. Sea Lamprey usually tend to up around 3ft long, so either this creature is a very large specimen or something different all together.

No matter what it is, nothing good comes from New Jersey.