#astice

[cucinaconmimiesasa]

Paccheri all'astice

[scienza-magia]

I decapodi non invecchiano sono immortali

Nei mari esiste una specie vivente che è immortale, anche gli scienziati ammettono che non è in grado neanche di invecchiare. Una specie che conosciamo tutti non è in grado di invecchiare e ha sorpreso gli scienziati. Il desiderio di eterna giovinezza è un tema che ha affascinato l’umanità fin dagli albori della civiltà. Leggende e miti di diverse culture raccontano di elisir di lunga vita e di fonti miracolose capaci di fermare il tempo. Gli esseri umani hanno sempre sognato di mantenere il vigore e la bellezza della gioventù. La scienza e la medicina moderne hanno fatto passi da gigante nel tentativo di comprendere e rallentare il processo di invecchiamento. Le ricerche sul DNA, sui telomeri e sulla biologia cellulare hanno aperto nuove prospettive, facendo intravedere la possibilità di prolungare la giovinezza. L’industria cosmetica e farmaceutica è da sempre alla ricerca di rimedi contro l’invecchiamento. Tuttavia, questi rimedi, pur efficaci nel breve termine, non riescono a fermare il naturale processo di invecchiamento. Il desiderio di eterna giovinezza si manifesta anche attraverso le pratiche di medicina estetica e chirurgia plastica. Interventi di lifting, botox e filler sono sempre più comuni e accettati nella società moderna. L’immortalità nel regno animale Nel mondo animale, esistono esempi sorprendenti di longevità che ci fanno riflettere sulla possibilità di sfuggire all’invecchiamento. Alcune specie, come le tartarughe giganti delle Galapagos e le balene della Groenlandia, vivono per più di cento anni.

La ricerca scientifica è sempre più interessata a comprendere i segreti della longevità animale per applicarli alla medicina umana. Studiare il DNA, i processi cellulari e i fattori ambientali che contribuiscono alla lunga vita di queste specie potrebbe offrire nuove prospettive su come prolungare la giovinezza e migliorare la qualità della vita. La straordinaria longevità di queste specie Un recente caso ha attirato l’attenzione: un ristoratore ha rilasciato in mare un astice dopo averlo allevato per 20 anni nel suo acquario. Questo astice, con un peso di ben 10 kg e un’età stimata di 130 anni, ha sollevato interrogativi sulla sua capacità di sopravvivere in natura dopo tanto tempo in cattività. Le aragoste e gli astici, infatti, non invecchiano come gli altri esseri viventi. La telomerasi è un enzima che protegge le estremità dei cromosomi, impedendo loro di accorciarsi durante la divisione cellulare. Negli esseri umani, essi si accorciano ad ogni divisione cellulare portandole inevitabilmente alla morte. Le aragoste, invece, riescono a mantenere queste estremità intatte. La loro crescita continua per tutta la vita cambiando regolarmente il loro esoscheletro. Questo processo diventa sempre più difficile man mano che crescono e, alla fine, muoiono non di vecchiaia, ma perché non riescono più a completare la muta. Read the full article

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Al @mediterraneosalerno_ristorante Ci prepariamo all'asporto di #Natale e #capodanno ‼️ Con #crostaceiagogo ↕️↕️↕️↕️↕️↕️ #aragosta #astice #gamberi #granchio #scampi #catalana @chefdanielegreco quante cose buone che ci preparerai? (presso Ristorante Mediterraneo Salerno) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmJk0ltMswf/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[giblopn]

Sooo zing-astic except they are the pilot designs

I drew this bc of a hc of my friend who said that Randy tries to flirt (clearly failing) but Bucky still blushes and falls in love for him (mostly bc he blushes at anything lol)

[triple-to-stag]

Gabby’s petition to do all around at nationals was allegedly denied 😶

[dragonfoxstardesigns]

Art Fight Attack #4 featuring @asticou 's OC named Tryp!

[idaafk]

I am Ida, and I ask all of you to please read this and remember it when you talk to kids about their weight.

I have never gotten as many compliments, praise and admiration as the first time I lost half a grown human in kilograms.

It did not matter that I had grown fanatic in my persuit of fitting into beauty standards and skinny jeans. It did not matter that while I was finally fit and slender, my perception of food was still obsessive and wrong. It did not matter that I cried and hated myself if I ate one potato. And when finding the courage to swim in my new bikini, showing off my flat tummy, all eyes were still on it because of the excess skin left from the weightloss, and the comments and attention was somehow still on that - the imperfections.

It was never enough. The double standards and hypocrisy revolving around weight loss is astounding. There is an all or nothing mentality to it, so that when you cannot live up to those fanatic standards you set for yourself anymore, you punish yourself and eat for the heck of it - like saying "fuck it" and grabbing a cigarette, a bottle of jack D or a line of coke. The fact is, that I should have gotten more praise when finishing school, writing a poem, stopping a fight or having a great idea, than what I got when I tried to fit into that bikini.

I should have been taught as a girl that obsessing about weight is unhealthy, both when losing and gaining kilos. I should have gotten reprimanded for shoving my sister or holding a grudge, not for having a cute baby fat belly at twelve years old. I should have worried about holding my head high in crazy circumstances, not about shaving my legs and putting on makeup when going for a bottle of milk at the grocery store.

As a woman who has fought battles with herself and her appearance all her life - because that was the most important thing, is what she was told, growing up - I implore you all: Please give credit where credit is due. But as long as we help make appearances seem more important than the values and ideas inside, we help create more suffering and fighting. I have suffered and fought and obsessed enough, and I look forward to the day I can give myself credit for the interesting conversations, the creative work and the innovation in my life - instead of the potato I chose to leave on the plate. Because that will be the day things and kilos fall into place by themselves - and not a minute before. #bodyimage #thinkbeforeyouspeak #beautystandards #fat-tastic

[u2hearts]

Crazy Spasm

For anyone that has pain with your multiple sclerosis or pain with any other disorder, I honestly have a lot of sympathy for you. I experienced a spasm that caused so much pain I couldn’t even move. It started as what I call an indigestion bubble. You ever get that gas bubble that travels trough your body and it can be painful. I always have to try to move or stretch for it to go away. Lately it…

[nonginglife]

[travelella]

Asticou Azalea Garden, Mount Desert, Maine, USA

James Morden

[torelli-ltd]

Ristorante di lungo tradizione

[jeff-foliage]

Beyond the Lighthouses: Discovering Fall Foliage Along Maine's Coastal Trails

[blueaubrey]

64 for the Spotify Wrapped ask game!!

Box by The Wldlfe!

[topsyturvy-turtely]

HELLO PEOPLE!!!

so some of you may have noticed that it was my birthday on January the 5th. and my absolute amazing new friends got me a

GIANT ELEPHANT PLUSHIE!!! look!

her name is Ellie Phant Astic, just as Rosie's elephant in the story. i fucking LOVE HER. the fic was inspired purely by my very grown-up *cough* desire to have a giant elephant plushie. and now i do! you have no idea how happy that makes me.

i looked through the story and corrected all errors i found and if you haven't read it... well ao3 claims it is my most kudo-ed work. i would love for you to read it! thank you, babes!

feedback/constructive criticism is always welcome!

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(Rosie's) Elephant in the Room

Fandom: Sherlock (TV)

Words: 4491 (on ao3)

Summary: John Watson loves Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock Holmes loves John Watson. John Watson’s daughter loves her giant elephant plushie.

This is the story how the two men finally jump over their shadows and confess their feelings. All because of an elephant plushie.

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Rosamund Mary Watson owned one thing she was incredibly proud of: her gigantic elephant plushie.

Name: Ellie Phant Astic

Gender: female

Age: 1 year 24 weeks and 5 days

Material: very soft fabric

Strengths: very good at hugging and listening. The best plushie in the whole wide world.

Weaknesses: shy, not talkative (only talks to Rosie Watson).

“Hi, Rosie, sweetie. What are you writing down?”, her dad (John Watson) asked, as he dropped his bag to the floor after he came home from work.

“Key data of Ellie Phant Astic. Look!”, proudly the girl showed off her scrawly handwriting to her dad, who squated down to kiss his daughter’s top of the head and review her professional plush toy data. Seven years old, exceedingly smart and good at social interactions as long as it only includes herself, her way too big elephant plushie and family, Rosie reminded John more of Sherlock than of himself. Writing down key data of a plush toy? Definitely a thing Sherlock did as a kid!

“Wow, that’s truly elephant-astic”, John joked and winked. Rosie giggled.

“I believe you call that a dad-joke, John”, Sherlock said leaning in the door frame, dressing gown over his sweatpants and a white T-shirt and a cup of coffee in his hand.

“Well,” John stood up and his spine made a clicking noise. “I am a dad, so I am allowed to make those.” John smiles. “How was your day with the little one?”

“Oh, it was quite ‘elephant-astic’, wouldn’t you agree, Watson?”, he said, making air-quotes when saying the really not that funny word.

Enthusiastically Rosie nodded her head. “Yessss! Phantie and Lock and me went to the pond in the park and fed the ducks and then we came home and played Cluedo and then I had to go down to Granny, because Lock was angry, because he wasn’t playing according to the rules but that’s okay because Phantie, Granny and I made cookies and they were delicious and I ate soooo much!”

“That sounds like quite a busy day, Rosie. But, I suggest you don’t play Cluedo with Lock anymore, he is extremely bad at it.”, the doctor said with a smirk directed at his flatmate.

Rosie laughed, looked at the tall detective, then at the 3 foot stuffed animal and finally whispered into John’s ear, “Phantie agrees.”

Knowing full well his Watsons were whispering and giggling over him, Sherlock countered, “I am not bad at Cluedo. This game is simply illogical.”

“Yeah, sure it is, Sherlock.”, John said and Rosie fell into a giggling fit. With a pout, Sherlock turned around and walked back into the kitchen.

Still smiling, John turned to Rosie. “I’ll be taking a shower and be right down. Will you be alright with Mr. Pouty-Face over there?”

Giggling, Rosie nodded and pointed at the giant elephant next to her, “Phantie and I can handle him.”

“Probably even better than I can, sweetheart.”, John said, gave Rosie another kiss and left to take a shower.

Upstairs John was overwhelmed by the chaotic mess of a room screaming at him. He used to have a very tidy room, apart from the occasional pants or jumper laying one day too long on the floor. That had changed when Rosie came and Mary had died. John had moved back in with Sherlock and was since then sharing his room with a little girl: Plushies everywhere, pirate costumes over his bed, a magnifying glass with a bunch of sheets with a kid’s colourful handwriting, on and around the desk. The closet door wide open, half of the clothes falling out.

This room was getting definitely too small for a little girl living her wildest dreams. Let alone a little girl and her father. Said girl wasn’t even that little anymore. They had two small singles now, instead of the queen sized bed, because Rosie was kicking like crazy in her sleep. John’s nightmares had gotten better with her close to him, but on bad nights he had to sleep on the couch downstairs, as to not disturb her. Or blankly stare onto the ceiling hoping sleep would make John its slave at some point. Thankfully Rosie slept like a stone most days.

And as much as it pained him and would for sure pain his daughter: John would have to move out soon, if he ever wanted to live like a grown man again. If he ever wanted Rosie to become not dependent on her father. They both needed their own space. For their own sakes.

John sighed, grabbed some fresh clothes and left the messy room to take a shower. Tomorrow. He would tell Sherlock they’d move out tomorrow.

Continue on Ao3 ;)

[giblopn]

DOES ANYONE KNOW THE ARTIST OF THIS FANART???? I NEED TO KNOW I'M BEGGING YOU

[storm-ismyusername]

Power Outage #87 Cat-astic!