#fish brain

[triplethreat77]

Rain canceled our skate park plans Sunday, but fortunately the weather was perfect Monday, so I took off work. I skated the half pipe on quads and inlines - with my boyfriend swooning from the coping. The pink wax he got me smelled like candy, and we left after a good workout (and a few wipeouts). Ice cold tequila was a necessary cool down.

[honeyinapot]

Oh how I love my boyfailure who kisses me on the palm of my hand

[3x09x1]

If Angela was aa Fish shed be an Anglerfish becaus Angel.. Angle... I can eb yuor angle or Your devik*Gunshit*

[nistipata]

Stupid likes the red lighting

[kingyo-ningyo]

i am back on this website because apparently every 10 years - an anime must give me a hyperfixation where i end up on tumblr for crumbs of fandom content

[untitledgoosegay]

as funny as it is to say, "there's no such thing as a fish" is not actually true

"science doesn't know what a fish is" is really not true

"fish" is not a monophyletic category. there is no common ancestor of everything that we call a "fish," and none of the things that we don't

"fish" is a paraphyletic category -- and a useful one! marine biologists use it! "fish" describes a general body plan and lifestyle. it is useful to be able to talk about coelacanths and tuna in a shared category, though coelacanths are more closely related to us than to tuna.

where this bugs me is the repetition of the idea that "scientists" are hidebound and uncreative, unable to comprehend anything that doesn't conform to a specific idea of categorization -- when this is fundamentally untrue! we know perfectly well what a "fish" is. the fact that it's a paraphyletic group is only confounding to pop science, as a funny factoid, not to anyone who actually understands what a paraphyletic group is.

[voidwoods]

funnies

just some funnies i made

[yeyinde]

the morally questionable relationship between John Price and the darling little starlet he picks up off of the street during the golden age of Hollywood would be such a treat.

because producer!John Price is known as the best of the best in Hollywood. He has an eye for talent, they say, and a keen ability for spotting the diamonds amongst the rubble.

And of all the stars in the world, he sets his sights on you. Pretty little thing. Bright and blinding—Betelgeuse glimmering on the precipice of a supernova. All you need is a little push. A backer. A chance. And he gives it to you. Ushers you into stardom with a crooked grin around the butt of a cigar and a wicked gleam in his eyes that you—in all your artless, sheltered naivete—chalk up to pride.

The problem with sweet little darlings like you is that they all sing the same song. Yearn for the same thing. And it's so easy to mistake his interest as fatherly when the name on your birth certificate reads John Doe. And when he tells you his name is John Price, well—

It's fate, isn't it?

He told you he's been married once but had no children, and the longing in his eyes must be for the family he's never got a chance to have. So, you promise to give it to him.

Problem is: the devil lives in Hollywood and drinks his whiskey neat. You told him you'd be his family, giving him the one that left him behind. Signed your soul to blue eyes for the big screen.

Not that you'd know this, of course. To you, John is a sad widower with a heart of gold. Your overprotective bear who snarls at the directors and actors who get a little too handsy with you on set. His darling little star.

It's easy to wave everyone off when they express concern about these blurring lines between employee and employer. Boss and—

Father figure.

They just don't know him like you do.

And how funny, you tell him one evening with a wry twist to your lips, eyes swimming with sheltered mischief. They thought we were lovers, Mr Price. Isn't that just the damnedest thing?

This little quip has the opposite effect, and if only you looked a little bit closer at the gleam in his eye, the clench in his jaw, you might have seen the storm gathering on the horizon before it hit. Instead of laughing with you at the director's gall, this hilarious joke, John feels you slipping through his fingers just a little bit more. And that simply won't do.

You want a father figure? Then fine. That's what he'll be. Convenient, of course, because he's been thinking about fatherhood a lot lately, too. It's only natural that he decides to cash in on that promise you made all those years ago to make him a proud dad.

[dearlybeeloved]

When the song u and ur ex discovered like 6 years ago is trending on like EVERY POST ☠️☠️☠️

[fridgedeeznuts]

seascape mindscape

[casual--art]

Why are you so long man that's not allowed

[spicynectarines]

the two of us live in different worlds

[dumb-fuck27]

It’s currently 4:30 am and my fish brain just activated and I’m just guzzling water

[officialmiintee]

wind breaker time! Bofurin first years !!

[hinamie]

siren!megumi concept sheet i whipped up in a single-minded fever state fr @uriekukistan

[kingyo-ningyo]

this will hopefully be a place where i can create & produce independently productively

i whisper to myself hopefully