Some day I want to see a show that does the “no filler episodes” thing from the opposite direction. Just a whole season worth of low-stakes character pieces that seem to move the overall story absolutely nowhere, then episode 26 pulls all the triggers at once and this massive Rube Goldberg machine of a plot the show’s been quietly setting up in the background the whole time hits you like a truck.
Anonymous asked:
So in honor of the new genes, what blurred facts are there about the Ribbon Eel?
bunjywunjy answered:
statistically speaking, just about every ribbon eel you’ve ever seen, either in real life or a photograph, is male!
I probably should have guessed, these things have “himbo” written all over them
this is because, unlike most animals, ribbon eels locked sex determination into a level-based system, so every ribbon eel on the planet starts life as a male!
they live almost their whole lives this way, up to about 20 years, at which point they rapidly and abruptly transition to female!
unfortunately though this is the last thing the eel does, because ribbon eel females only live for a few months, during which time they turn bright yellow, lay a couple million eggs, and die tragically like a love interest in a DC comic.
OH YEAH, I WENT THERE.
but don’t mourn her too hard! in a few weeks, those eggs will hatch into thousands and thousands of bouncing baby boy ribbon eels, and the cycle restarts!
its of utmost importance you have sound on while watching this
Imagine showing up to work one day and people are like “jesus fucking christ there’s a corpse in here”, herd you to the back room and everyone who sees you also agrees that there is now a dead body where you are sitting, with the appropriate amount of shock and disgust about it. You figure it’s some kind of a prank that they’re pulling, but also the people that you know aren’t into pranks, or aren’t very good actors, are treating you like a corpse. They go weirdly back and forth between talking about you as if you’re not there, and politely asking you to stay still while they figure out who you’re supposed to call in case of a dead body randomly appearing.
Paramedics show up, study you thoroughly and agree that while they can’t see any apparent sign of death, you are, indeed, dead, and ask you to climb aboard the ambulance. You’re taken to the temporary corpse storage that hospitals have.
On the way there you ask them whether this kind of shit happens often, and while they won’t look at you, the paramedics agree that they’ve never had a talking corpse before, though they won’t question the fact that you’re moving on your own.
You’re eventually led to a morgue, where you’re shown a slab to lay on, and at this point you don’t really even question it, you just climb onto the Corpse Shelf and lay down, maybe have a little nap, with no idea what’s going to happen next.
Then you wake up to someone walking into the morgue, who has the shit scared out of them when you move, and they’re like “dude what the fuck, you’re not supposed to be here, this place is for storing dead bodies” and when you’re like “aw man sorry I thought I was a dead body” they have no idea whether you’re joking and they don’t care, you’re just chased out of there.
And you just kinda go home and take a shower, show up to work normally the next day and nobody questions it.
And basically that’s probably how those ants feel when scientists spray them with the Pheromone That Dead Ants Smell Like, and just hang out at the dead-ant-pile until the smell wears off.
I was waiting to find out what social issue this was going to be a metaphor for, so that ending really punched me in the face.
I just like the story behind this.
On one hand, one piece of misinformation can easily be accepted as fact if it looks appealing enough.
Raccoon skulls look more like what you would expect of an animal skull. Instead of the reality where wolf skulls are actually kind of ugly from the front.
But this design is made unintentionally far greater because of this.
These tattoos were all found under the #wolfskulltattoo tag on instagram
horror story in which the narrator has a breakdown over the unspeakable otherworldly evil they witnessed but the reader slowly realizes they just saw a porcupine or something and didn’t know what it was
“what I saw that night will haunt me to my grave…”
“and in that pale mask of a face were black eyes that glittered with malice beyond the ken of man’s understanding”
“a rictus grin of jagged teeth that split his face like a silent scream”
“…his clutching corpse-hands, and behind him trailed a wretched, twitching worm, as though he had dragged it from the grave”
“and when I thought the thing was dead at last, it twisted its grinning skull-face to watch me flee and laughed in a croaking, rattling hiss that will haunt me for as long as I live”
the eldritch abomination menacing the narrator:
Jurassic Park except they provide proper enrichment for the animals and they therefor don’t feel the need to hunt slow, small humans.
“We stuffed this pumpkin full of live goats for the T. rex watch him try to get them out with his little fingers.”
“Turns out the raptors are cage breakers, so we’ve gotten them a series of door handles to manipulate. Little guys just love it.”
"The Rexes are incredibly affectionate pack animals, so we were careful to breed multiples. Be sure to come during spring time to watch them go broody over anything even vaguely egg-shaped."
"We put the Raptors through target training and now if they are bored, hungry, or just want a scratch under the chin they go to spot near the bars and ring a little bell for attention."
"Imprinting after hatching was so common that we now have keepers under contract to care for the animals well into adulthood to prevent them from pining."
"The Gallimimus turned out to be just giant Canada Geese, and so fear nothing. Their keeper regularly has to stop them from trying to attack fences, guests, feeding buckets, and the now traumatised pack of Ceratosaurs in the next paddock."