sinsbymanka:

tigerdrop:

if you dont decouple your drive to create from your desire for attention you will go insane. simple as. you will never feel satisfied b/c you will always want more and you will feel perpetually bitter that you did not get what you are “owed”

It’s an unpopular opinion but it is absolutely and completely true. I’ve never seen someone who creates for engagement happy with the engagement they get. I posit they can’t ever be happy that way because it will NEVER be enough

calypsolemon:

ppl talk shit about catholics on this website but i think we need to give some hate to baptists. these bitches really looked at catholicism with its aesthetics and its statues and prayer beads and fancy baby baptism rituals and said “hmm… too Pagan for me” and literally traded it all for metal folding chairs in a building that looks like the backrooms

followthebluebell:

naamahdarling:

sixth-extinction:

A reconstruction of a female coastal moa (Euryapteryx curtus), also called the broad-billed or stout-legged moa, built for the Museum of New Zealand Te Papa Tongarewa in 2006. [x]

Adult females of this species could be over twice the size of adult males. Individuals from the southern part of the country were larger and more robust than those from the north.

This moa species also had an elongated windpipe similar to some modern-day swans and cranes, suggesting it could make loud, resonating calls: “The windpipe included a loop up to one metre long that ran downwards inside the left side of the body, and across to the other side before it doubled back on itself to the breast and into the lungs.” [x]

Simulated call of a coastal moa:

I know it isn’t a horrible, bloodcurdling scream or screech or wail, but that sound is fucking TERRIFYING. It reminds me of the synthesized T rex noise with infrasound. Imagine hearing that IRL and knowing it’s coming from this prehistoric-ass fuckin devil muppet.

Now I’m gonna REALLY ruin your day (or improve it, if you’re like me and love terrifying wildlife).

Zoobuilder21 on DeviantArt.

This gal, sixth to the right, was not the biggest these bad babes got. How about 12 feet and 550 pounds?

Can you IMAGINE the unholy noises the big ones made? You’d feel it in your BONES.

a fun fact!  c:  Moa were prey for the haast’s eagle, the largest known eagle.  Which sounds SUPER impressive until you realize that these guys topped out at like 30-ish pounds (15 kg).  Its wingspan was still pretty impressive, around 10 feet (3 meters), aka wider than a average human being is tall. 

And then you remember that a thirty pound raptor was still capable of taking down potentially 500 pound (230 kg) prey.  Its believed that they did this by essentially divebombing moa, seizing their skull in their talons, and piercing the skull.  This is backed up by the Maori oral history and studies done on the fossils of moa and haast’s eagles.  It’s also possible that their heads were bald or at least less feathered than their bodies.  They share a lot of morphological similarities with vultures and eagles.

Maori oral history also indicates that the eagles may have preyed on human children as well. 

(note that the painting is an inaccurate depiction of moa; at the time, it was believed they held their heads up in a swan-like posture.  Now it’s thought that they held them more like kiwis do)

I watched Where the Crawdads Sing and will probably read the book because I bet that handles the mystery aspects a lot better but one part of the movie really boiled my potato as it was meant to do and I gotta jot this down for later. (Rife with spoilers.)

When homeboy Chase (who we all know is an asshole in preparation for his downfall) just barges into Kya’s house and starts rifling through her stuff and drops her illustrations on the ground like it’s curious trash and then just continues moving her things around… I was ready to kick his ass to the swamp right there. Again, it’s all played to make us really loathe him because he’s invading Kya’s home and the home that we as the viewers hold sacred because we’re with her the whole time, but goddamn it really pushed every button.

I wonder if someone, somewhere sees that and thinks it’s just an assertive guy being a guy, no harm done. But that whole sequence was just one violation of personal space after another and I guess I really, really will not stand for it.

Now I need to see how the book’s going to handle that.