Long Term Exposure of Mating Gold Fireflies
Japanese photographer Yuki Karo goes to various places around Maniwa and Okayama Prefectures in Japan and uses long exposure to capture some stunning shots of mating gold fireflies.
Long Term Exposure of Mating Gold Fireflies
Japanese photographer Yuki Karo goes to various places around Maniwa and Okayama Prefectures in Japan and uses long exposure to capture some stunning shots of mating gold fireflies.
I need a fic where Keith looks at Lance one day and thinks: “he is pretty hot….since when is he hot? I mean, he was beautiful before but since when is he hot? Did he get hotter over night? Does he use some strange hotness-increase cream? Wth Keith, pull yourself together, there’s no way you rlly think he’s hot….Right?” And Lance notices that Keith is staring at him and jokingly says: “see sth something u like?” to which Keith replies: “Unfortunately yes” causing Lance to nearly choke on air
Wow! So magical. Where I wanna be
is this real!!!!!!!!
totes real. the lawns and fields around northfield looked like that this june. fireflies are making a rebound as pesticide use goes down!
what would you do if you went to a party and they was playing owl city fireflies
Go hard
Planet earth might turn slowly but this ass don’t
its a fucking banger
no like i love the song but where did it suddenly come from again
its because it’s a goddamn absolute banger
you would not believe your
fireflies
If ten million
eyes
fell asleep
its weird to think horses were ever ‘prey animals’ because what fucking predator looks at a 8 foot tall ENORMOUS beast with pitch black devils eyes, terrifying teeth and extremely powerful legs and think ‘yeah lets go attack that one’
well moose are still prey animals so
thats fucked up, a moose is like a horse with extra weapons
Would you rather they be predators
SHIT SHIT SHIT IM SO SORRY
Your professor will not be happy with you if he says the Stanford Prison Experiment shows human nature and you say it shows the nature of white middle class college-aged boys.
Like he will not be happy at all.
For real though. That experiment. Scary shit.
This reminds me of a discussion that I read once which said Lord of the Flies would have turned out a hell of a lot differently if it was a private school of young girls (who are expected to be responsible and selfless instead), or a public school where the children weren’t all from an inherently entitled, emotionally stunted social class (studies have shown that people in lower socioeconomic classes show more compassion for others).
Or that the same premise with children raised in a different culture than the toxic and opressive British Empire and it’s emphasis on social hierarchy and personal wealth and status.
And that what we perceive as the unchangable truth deep inside humanity because of things like Lord of the Flies and the Stanford Prison Experiment, is just the base truths about what happens when you remove any accountabilty controlling one social group with an overwhelming sense of entitlement and an inability to feel compassion.
I will always reblog this.
I just wanna say that the Lord of the Flies was explicitly written about high-class private school boys to make this exact point. Golding wrote Lord of the Flies partially to refute an earlier novel about this same subject: The Coral Island by R.M. Ballantyne. Golding thought it was absolutely absurd that a bunch of privileged little shits would set up some sort of utopia, so his book shows them NOT doing that.
This is also generally true about most psychological experiments.
There’s an experiment called “The Ultimatum Game”. It goes something like this.
The most common result was believed to be that people favored 50/50 splits. Anything too low was rejected; people wanted fairness. This was believed to be universal.
And then a researcher went to Peru to do the experiment with members of the indigenous Machiguenga population, and was baffled to find that the results were totally different.
Because, to the Machiguenga, refusing any amount of free money (even an unfair amount) was considered crazy.
So the researcher took his work on the road (to 14 other ‘small scale’ societies and tribes) , and to his shock found the results varied wildly depending on where the test was done.
In fact, the “universal” result? Was an outlier.
And that’s the problem. 96% percent of test subjects for psychological research come from 12% of the population. Stuff that we consider to be universal facts of human nature… even things like optical illusions, just… aren’t.
You can read an article about it here. But the crux of it is that psychology is plagued with confirmation bias, and people are shaped more by their environment than we realize.
I am so tired of being told that i am too old for the things i like. No cartoons. No toys. No fantasy animals. No bright colors. Are adults supposed to live monotonous, bleak lives ? I can be an adult and still love childish things. I can be intelligent and educated and informed and i can love stuffed animals and unicorns. These things are not mutually exclusive. Please stop making me feel bad for loving the things that make me happy.
When my gramma was in her early twenties (this was early 1950’s), she dated this guy named Larry and he was like SUPER FINE. One night after dinner Larry took my gramma to this bar where there was gonna be kind of a burlesque show type thing. She thought it was kinda strange that a guy she was dating would take her to something like that but whatever, she’s an adventurous lady.
So this blonde dancer comes out and starts her routine and she was super good and really gorgeous. Gramma’s impressed. But then Blondie comes over to Gramma and Larry and ruffles Larry’s hair like she knows him really well or something, so Gramma’s like ???????
Anyway the dancer ended her routine by taking off her bra and revealing that she was a drag queen. Gram says to Larry, “Okay that was cool and stuff but why did you show me this?”
Larry says, “That’s my brother.”
My gramma’s boyfriend brought her to see his brother’s drag show for like their third date.
Boys and girls of every age
Wouldn’t you like to see something strange?
Come with us and you will see
This, our town of Halloween
This is Halloween
This is Halloween
Pumpkins scream in the dead of night 🎃
This is Halloween
Everybody make a scene
Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright
It’s our town
Everybody scream
In this town of Halloween
I am the one hiding under your bed 🛌
Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red
I am the one hiding under your stairs
Fingers like snakes 🐍 and spiders 🕷 in my hair
This is Halloween
Halloween
Halloween
Halloween
Halloween
In this town
We call home
Everyone hail to the pumpkin song
In this town
Don’t we love it now?
Everybody’s waiting for the next surprise
’Round that corner, man hiding in the trash can 🗑
Something’s waiting, no, to pounce,
And
How
You’ll
Scream!
This is Halloween
Red ‘n’ black, and slimy green
Aren’t you scared?
Well, that’s just fine
Say it once, say it twice
Take a chance and roll the dice 🎲🎲
Ride with the moon in the dead of night 🌕
Everybody scream
Everybody scream
In our town of Halloween!
I am the clown with the tear-away face 🤡
Here in a flash and gone without a trace
I am the “who” when you call, “Who’s there?”
I am the wind blowing through your hair 🌬
I am the shadow on the moon at night 🌑
Filling your dreams to the brim with fright
This is Halloween
Halloween
Halloween
Halloween
Halloween
Halloween
Halloween
Tender lumplings everywhere
Life’s no fun without a good scare
That’s our job, but we’re not mean
In our town of Halloween
In this town
Don’t we love it now?
Everybody’s waiting for the next surprise
Skeleton Jack might catch you in the back 💀
And scream like a banshee
Make you
Jump
Out
Of
Your
Skin! ☠️
This is Halloween
Everybody scream
Won’t ya please make way for a very special guy?
Our man Jack is King of the Pumpkin patch
Everyone hail to the Pumpkin King, now!
This is Halloween
Halloween
Halloween
Halloween
Halloween
In this town we call home
Everyone hail to the pumpkin song
