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[lord-allo]

Einsiedlerkrebs & Flunder // Flunder-Portrait |  Common hermit crab & European flounder // Flounder portrait

Pagurus bernhardus & Platichthys flesus

[Multimar Wattforum Tönning]

[troutfur]

I'm thinking of skipping the new arc when it releases and going back to read TBC and that second half of AVoS I never got the willpower to read,

[brbuttons]

The places that are, separate yet connected.

Like string that knows it's a web.

Our Atlas says I shouldn't need to make poetry to speak, that I'm typing like this to hide the embarrassment of Sharing My Thoughts Unasked.

But our Atlas is not of Wonderland, and just because he's invited me into his home- that is giving me an awful headache by-the-way- does not mean he Knows Me.

He has a lovely home though. There's ghosts of memories in the walls. It belonged to someone we knew as a child, a flat above a bar they owned. It was real then. Physical. Moira owns it now; not physical, inner world, introjected from a time we no longer remember. She has for the last 13 years.

But it's not meant for me.

I can feel the inner world trying to kick me out, even though they've invited me to stay.

How curious, is the mind, in mechanisms of defense.

What are you hiding?

[elle-smells]

on today´s episode of my birthday parties slayed:

my lil mermaid party at an arcade. BIG moment. BIG slay

[fruit-snacker]

I just did a perfect giganto run in the master king koco trial

[stars-and-sugarcubes]

Pluto, the Internet, a Night in the Woods.

I was going to repost thoughts I shared from watching a Night In the Woods video essay, but I have decided to expand on it and re-write it completely.

" During one of Rosa's sleepy reminiscences about her youth, she says, 'Back then there were places that brought us all together, the church and the union.' Both the union and the church were hubs for community building and shared values. You could trust that your fellows in these places would think about the world similarly to you, and if you think about how unions suffered near extinction when manufacturing moved out and the industries that these unions had formed in died, that on top of how with each generation we become more and more agnostic, thereby losing that common gathering place in the church. it kind of explains why young people are so atomized and miserable these days. The only common place that we can gather and delude ourselves in is the internet. "

- Flundering Chipper (minutes 30:44 to 31:27)

1971, Intel released the first microprocessor, and home computers entered the market in 1977, raising in popularity and accessibility through the 80s and 90s. Today, technology is known to have developed exponentially since then.

The video essayist, Flunderingchipper, spoke about the younger generation's lack of religious faith and physical spaces to commune, and it made the cogs turn in my head. GenZ, the Sagittarius Pluto generation (1995-2008), is considered both digitally fluent and dependent due to being the first generation to fully grow up with computers and abundant internet access. GenZ also marks a significant difference between the generations after and before them.

The timeline for micro computer and personal computer usage begins at the bookend of the late Summer sign of Virgo (1959-1971) and the beginning of the Autumn signs with Libra (1971-1983), planting the seeds for the transformation of social and worldly connectedness we see today with Pluto now in Aquarius (2023-2044). Computers and further advancements like smartphones cemented themselves in the US and the world through Pluto's transits in Scorpio (1983-1995) and Sagittarius, the generation of Sag. Pluto is gaining the reputation of being extremely different from older generations and being connected online and less so in person. That is, not to mention the Capricorn (2008-2023) and Aquarius generations. On the internet, the general impression American GenZ seems to be that they are absurd, politically minded, and socially aware, gregarious, zealous, and unwilling to participate in corporate and political struggles of older generations. At least, from what I understand.

Computers came in the autumn of Pluto's treck through the zodiac. A time when previous generations harvested their gifts and their young have less material gains in turn. It started with the Libra Pluto generation, but the Scorpio Pluto generation was likely the first to notice it. Millennials.

All this to say, Pluto, the planet of ordeals, transformations, and death, showed us a time when the internet grew in influence, taking the place of community with friends and colleagues. Less people go outside to have fun. More people turn to gaming, social media, art, and sharing their interests with each other. There are fewer free spaces to commune. The Church loses its grip as people grapple with religious dogma and share in their struggles with it. People learn more about the world and connect with others from further distances. The average person can share themselves with the world and create communities and gain influence on a wider scale, changing the culture around public figures. Mall walkways are emptier, and stores shut down and become desolate. Small shops and average people are threatened by growing corporate power. But that begins to bleed into Capricorn Pluto.

As an older GenZ person reflecting on life as we move forward, I just find this morbidly fascinating. We must endure Pluto's travel through winter.

[thekingbiscuit]

More than three people seemed to like the half drabble from my notes last time (insane but also thanks!) so here I shall give another.

It's a creature au where a loner mer legend finds a half dead bottled fae and reluctantly makes friends in his desperation to help the little guy out.

It's written like an outline and I don't have it I'm my soul to write a full on fic so consider this free and open source. (I'll also reblog with what I wrote about my creature headcannons so check that if it's confusing)

Legend is swimming around lazily in the sun, trying to get away from it all.

He's half asleep when a bottle knocks against him.

He's pretty far off and nothing should be able to get in or out of this water. But he decides it's not his problem.

He likes the bottle, and he's a bit of a hoarder, so he takes it. Back in his den he opens it to find a dead looking fairy.

He has no clue what to do, but feels kinda bad so he rests him on a ledge.

He covers it with a soft cloth, hoping it would die peacefully, but it clutches at his fingers, a gesture legend takes as wanting to live.

Legend is secretive but also a little lonely, so he decides to take on the task.

He flunders for a couple days. A first it's too hot, so he cools it with water, but then it suddenly starts to shiver, so he puts him in the sun under some blankets, that makes him get some kind of seizure. All the while he's accidentally getting attached.

It takes three days for the annoying human to come looking for him. It's warriors and he brought some fish. He's really after his flame rod for a bonfire.

Legend is stressed as it is and tries to get the intruder to leave, but wars finds out anyway.

Legend shields him protectively, but wars insists that the fae will die at this rate. Out of options, he accepts help.

Wars suggests time, who supposedly grew up with fae, but leg can't get that far into the island and is unwilling. He tells him to help him himself or don't help at all.

Wars does what he can, he's having a hard time with such a small patient. They have a breakthrough when his breathing is steady and he's no longer fitful, but he is still definitely going to die without any food.

Legend gives in and they go visit four, unfortunately that means including war's charge wind. Four has a forge near a river that legend is able to get near to, but he cannot go all the way. Wars leaves his scarf with legend as insurance and goes with the fae to get help.

Legend is beside himself despite himself and it shows so clearly that sky tries to cheer him up. Leg bites at him though. Sky says he wishes he'd hang out with them more, and he'd love to help him with whatever, but he needs to talk to them.

Sky flies off, and the trio returns with the patient. Legend tolerates four and vice versa, so four agrees to be a live in nurse in exchange for some sea minerals for his forge.

Legend is appalled at the idea of more people in his sea cave, but wars insists that the fae needs better care, so he agrees. Four moves in.

The fae child improves rapidly with someone his size to feed and look after him. He even wakes up one night. Legend alone talks to him, he's not very present, but he says he's lost and gives him his name. Leg is against it, but hyrule doesn't understand why, and learns that the fae boy is probably an orphan.

During Hyrule's recovery wild finds them, begging four for a new sword. He's mostly uninterested in the fairy. Four doesn't want to leave so soon, but hyrule is ok with it and legend is more than happy, like a liar.

Wild makes a meal for legend and crew as an apology for taking four away. Wars explains that wild is the only soul on the island who can cook a decent meal, and will constantly use this to bribe for his own way. It works too.

Legend has to coax hyrule into eating, and then learns that he enjoys watching his new little friend thrive.

Hyrule gets better on tall tales from Wind's seemingly imaginary time as a pirate and war's time in the army. Legend never knew the islanders had actual lives like that. Hyrule asks him about his own past.

He doesn't tell them all his trauma, but just that he was accused of kidnapping his own sister, the princess and was banished away. This was his second time washing up on an island.

Finally Hyrule tells his own story, he's a rare type of male great fairy nymph, with royal blood that can be used for premium dark magic, so he was being milked for his blood. He tells the story in an extremely innocent way.

His bottle fell out of a window, and he was at sea for a very long time. He thanks legend for all his help.

Later, hyrule worries about his wings. He's been trapped all his life and never learned to fly. Legend does not hesitate to enlist sky for help this time. Hyrule caught on quickly and they make a day of it, legend leaps as high up as he can to try to catch the airborne creatures.

The avian invites legend to a campfire. Legend hasn't been to one before, he avoids them, but this time he agrees. Hyrule is excited about the food. Sky warns him to introduce Hyrule to twilight first so there won't be any problems.

Legend does try, but hyrule falls into a panic attack at the scent of dark magic, and they learn that he isn't completely ok. Twilight is a little put off, but respects their space.

Time just pushes himself in at that point, wondering why he hasn't gotten to see the new islander yet. Time adores fae and is very good to hyrule, making legend jealous.

He leaves Hyrule in time's care to go hunt. When he returns hyrule tries to tell him about time teaching him that all dark magic isn't evil, and that he gave him something to show him, but legend brushes him off.

They're at sea when hyrule brings up the bonfire again, legend asks if he's sure, and hyrule isn't afraid of twili magic, only dark. He wants to show him the item time gave him, but legend has no time to react to the twili crystal and suddenly he's a drowning rabbit in the ocean.

Legend resigns himself to death, but the entire chain joins a rescue mission. Now legend is the sick one. He wants a moon pearl so he can grovel in his misfortune in his cave, but nobody will let him, in fact they take advantage of his situation and show him around the land bits of the island.

When he does turn back, he's just a dude with pink hair. He's forced to admit that he's cursed with legs if he gets beached, but he has to drown on air before it kicks in so he doesn't. The rabbit thing is a different curse. He's just really cursed.

They convince him to stay human just for the bonfire.

Finally they get to see what the bonfire thing is all about, and it's really just a good time with food and friends. Legend almost can't believe it deep down. Yet here it is.

[searsage]

Enemy Mine!AU

An AU where humans are at war with the precursor race, a fude that spured from a misunderstanding and culture shock. [We are going with 'the thing' primise in which they encountered mankind and immediately assumed it was okay to assimilate this unfortunate species into the network and due to the lack of understanding between them and humans this act is repelled with drastic and aggressive force, sparking a galactic wide war where both races fighting like they are five and the other just ate their chocolate twinky.

Many deaths and blood shed later Robin a pilot fighter and ex resercher looking to make her name on the boards ends up flundering on her first real air strike, a slip up that results in her teammates being shot out of the sky and the wing of her fighter jet being blown clean off, with literal seconds of power left in her jet the indignant researcher decides fuck it.

And attempts a suicide maneuver, colliding her jet head first into the enemy vessel, this irrational and unpredictable act earns her a collision but also destroys her jet sending her and the enemy space vessel down into the atmosphere below in a flurry of flames.

But unpredictably the crash landing on the planet below doesn't kill her and she wakes up on a cold alien world with rabidly dwindling oxygen.

Ill prepared and with few resources she's forced to pillage the surrounding crash site and enemy vessel or risk suffocating the planet's atmosphere before Alterra comes to retrieve her.

Unfortunately she quickly finds her nemesis isn't dead either, at least not completely yet, and what she assumes is a dead precursor ends up being far from dead and desperatly looking in need of a new vessel.

Said vessel being Robin.

Who finds out its pretty hard to avoid a centauric alien tank dying or not.

Hours later she wakes to find the architect has set up post in her head and demands she restore his vessel, of course this goes about as well as her suicide attempt..

His indignance is met with a big fat no.

Unfortunately the threat of rapidly dwindling oxygen and the potential yo die trapped within his expired host the two are forced to strike a truce, she'll farry him to a precursor sanctuary where he can rendezvous with his own and he will aid her in accessing the alien oxygen canisters littered throughout the planet's surface, thus providing her the means to survive until Alterra arrivals to survey for any human survivores.

It's convenient but not ideal o either party, however sharing a mind with the alien enemy comes with Its perks.

Assimilation.

And Robin quickly finds herself privy to the truth behind the war.

A truth that could undoubtedly put end to a century long conflict.

However not everyone wants such a profitable war to end, and from precursor warpers hellbent on extracting her brain and liberating the architect hostage trapped within, to Alterra marking her as a ran away turn coat corrupted by the enemy to be killed on sight..

Robin quickly realizes a testy head voice with a superiority complex is the least of her worries.

Inspirations : Enemy mine, enders game some other themes im too drunk to recall.

[frenchcurious]

Rudi Lins (Martini - Porsche 908!02 K ''Flunder'') 1000 km de Spa-Francorchamps 1970. - source Carros e Pilotos.

[lord-allo]

Flunder | European flounder

Platichthys flesus

[MuzeeAquarium Delfzijl, 04.09.2024]

[robotpussy]

ppl dont understand why live action remakes of disney movies where the characters r animals don't looked right. instead of being stylized with elements of realism, like detective pikachu, they just get the corpse of a animal and animate it. there is no life behind flunder's eyes, that is why he looks... uncanny (although i still think he is a little cute idk)

[einzilpik]

Schrei in den Wind

Auch ich war "ein Harung, jung und schlank".

Schwamm gern am Meeresboden lang.

Wegen der Liebe war mir nicht bang.

Ich fuhr ans Meer nur zum Baden.

Aus Spaß schrie ich in den Wind.

So kräftig war meine Waden.

Bald war ich Schmuck von starken Frauen.

Eine jede ist mir abgehauen.

Dann fing mein Magen an, bedenklich zu „flauen".

Ich fuhr ans Meer und schrie in den Wind.

Das half mir, meine Liebes-Abenteuer zu verdauen.

Ich fahre noch immer ans Meer im Norden.

Doch sind meine Haare weniger und meine Schreie leiser geworden.

Ich wandere einsam den Strand rauf und runter.

Bet um ein Wunder.

Dem stolzen "Harung" genügt heut' ne Flunder!

[waiting-on-mars]

RESISTING DISPOSABILITY

— Let marginalized people be flawed. Let them fuck up like the Real Humans who get to fuck up all the time.

— Fight criminal-justice thinking. Disposability runs on the innocence/guilt binary, another category that applies dynamically to certain bodies and not others. The mob trials used to run trans people out of communities are inherently abusive, favor predators, and must be rejected as a process unequivocally. There is no kind of justice that resembles hundreds of people ganging up on one person, or tangible lifelong damage being inflicted on someone for failing the rituals of purification that have no connection to real life.

— Pay attention when people disappear. Like drowning, it’s frequently silent. They might be blackmailed, threatened, and/or in shock.

— Even if the victim doesn’t want to fight (which is deeply understandable—often moving on is the only response), private support is huge. This is the time to make sure the wound doesn’t become infected, that the PTSD they acquire is as minimized as possible. This is the difference between a broken leg healing to the point where they can run again, or walking with a limp for the rest of their life. They’ve just been victim-blamed by a huge number of people, and as a social organism, their body is telling them to die. They need social reintegration, messages of support, and space to heal.

— Be extremely critical about what people say about trans people, especially things said in vagueness. The rumor mill that keeps trans people out of spaces isn’t even so much about people believing what is said, it’s about people choosing the safest option—a staining that plays on the average person’s risk aversion.

— Ask yourself if the same thing would be happening if they were white/cis/able-bodied.

— “Radical inclusivity recognizes harm done in the name of God.” —Yvette Flunder

Marginalized spaces can’t form healthy community purely from rejection of the mainstream. There has to be an acknowledgment of how people have been hurt by feminist spaces and their models.

— A common enemy isn’t the same as loving each other.

— Don’t be part of spaces that place an ideal or “community leader” above people.

[thetarttfuldickhead]

roy + fear

Roy might not originally have intended to use fear and intimidation to get his way, but there’s no denying that he does do that now, when he feels the situations calls for it. He would probably not admit to it if confronted with the fact (well, not until after a while in theraphy with Dr. Sharon at least) but he is very aware of how scary he can be, and will – when it suits him – wield the fear he instills as a tool to achieve his ends. He’s not going to waste time trying to talk some idiot into seeing sense; he’ll threaten to smash his teeth out if he doesn’t stop being a dickhead. Or he’ll just stare and grunt and trust that his reputation precedes him. When confronted with people*, such as Jamie and Ted, who will not be intimidated by him even when he tries to be scary, Roy flunders, because he’s quite used to this strategy working very nicely to him and has not bothered to develop too many other means of persuasion. (And he also hates himself for that, because this is Roy, and hoo boy is this man a mess.) He is getting better at it, though!

*People outside of his family. He would never try to intimidate his sister or Phoebe; he can be as gruff with them as he is with anyone else, but trusts that they’ll always know the real feelings behind his thousand fucks and what-not.

[claudi-is-fishing]

Dienstag, 07.05.2024

Was freu ich mich, wenn ich ab nächste Woche schon mal ganz früh rausfahren kann😊. Dennoch, so‘n Würfchen von der Terrasse geht immer. Besonders morgens gegen 05:00 Uhr ist das schön. Die Möwen trällern ihr Lied und die Fische springen aus dem Wasser, weil sie gejagt werden. Ich liebe es, dann zu angeln. Selbstverständlich möchte ich die Jäger fangen. Leider hat das noch nicht geklappt. Setti hatte am Nachmittag einen schönen 55er Pollack von der Terrasse aus. Gegen 16:00 Uhr sind wir rausgefahren und wollten die Tiefenlinien mit Naturköder abschnorcheln. Wir hatten perfektes Wetter, die perfekte Drift, perfekte Köderfetzen…nur leider kein Fisch. Ich möchte gerne mal wissen, was da unten am Grund immer rupft und zupft. Sind das Plattfische (Flunder, Scholle, Scharbe & co)? Oder sind das kleine Lengs? Man weiß es nicht und vermutlich wird es ein ewiges Geheimnis bleiben. Wir setzten zur letzten Drift an und waren an der 50m Kante, als sich ein Fisch einfach meinen Köder schnappte und davon schwimmen wollte. Es war ein schöner 75er Leng, der mit Sicherheit vorzüglich schmecken wird. Ach ja, wir haben so viel Spaß hier und lachen sehr viel, genießen und lassen es uns sehr gut gehen😊.

[threads-and-pages]

You know what is disheartening? When the cis women (very often queer) who parade themselves as trans inclusive feminists that uplift trans people and hate terfs never do the work to actually integrate trans experiences into their world view.

I follow a decent number of small time booktubers that tend to have pretty good takes on feminism and race and intersectionality, but they pathetically flunder on everything more complex than ‘fuck JKR’ regarding trans people.

Sometimes they are fine about trans women (sometimes being the key word because they still maintain simplistic, binaristic and cis-centric ideas of what a woman is), but they always fall flat on their face about trans men and nonbinary people, even on the most basic topics and language.

Aside from the usual use of ‘women and fems’ as a catch all term for all marginalized genders, which are - famously - also masc and neutral, there’s the absolute refusal to use cis when they are talking about cis people and cis specific gendered dynamics.

 They maintain a cissexist and binarist worldview, and impose cis dynamics of genders on trans people like it’s a perfect comparison.

I just wish that with the type of platforms they have and the frequency with which they talk about feminism they would seek out more information about transness beyond the 101 course that comes with the ‘I hate terfs, fuck JKR’ performative ally package.