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When a woman who has high standards and doesn’t fall weak to the attention from men and knows how to give herself her place, what makes you think a woman like that will want to end up with a weak man who is a womanizer and finds satisfaction in being with multiple partners rather than one?? It’s funny how these boys expect to end up with a good woman but can’t even be a man of high value for her in return.
I know that even the curse-to-hideousness-for-sexual-harrasment idea of the Muscovy duck's appearance's origin is still slightly controversial, but has any study been done on how the ugliness of the Muscovy duck builds on itself? Specifically, is it because they continue sexual harassment, or is it worsening to keep pace with intensifying sexual harassment by Muscovy ducks?
It is purely a function of how many generations distant any particular duck is from the original curse!For a while the general hypothesis was as you suggest, that uglification depended upon action; this is known as the Depravity hypothesis and has since been debunked as longitudinal population studies became possible. The more researchers focussed on long-term familial behaviour, the clearer it became that the number of sexual assaults committed by these ducks had only a loose correlation to their resultant offspring’s attractiveness.
[image source]The key to this understanding was, ironically enough, in the outliers. While the bulk of the single-generation data fit the Depravity hypothesis, instances of ducks abstaining from non-consensual sexual contact producing malformed offspring kept popping up. Conversely, there were a couple of noted instances of a particularly predacious duck producing offspring that looked a couple of steps higher on the aesthetic scale than the more chaste outliers. As all studies until that point depended only on single generation parent-child data, they missed the greater implication presented by the outliers.
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When looked at longitudinally (i.e. tracing family lines) it became apparent that ducks whose lineage generally reproduced later in life strongly tended towards less-disturbing offspring regardless of how often or how seldom they committed sexual assault. By waiting a mere two years past the duck’s median reproductive age, families could be two full generations ‘behind’ every time six ‘average’ generations pass. Compound this over the centuries elapsed since the curse and you end up with familial lines fifty to even a hundred generations behind!
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So in summation: The uglier a Muscovy duck, the more generations have elapsed since the original curse. All of the ducks featured in this post are contemporary to each other, but separated by scores of generations. Thank you @kingofherrings for asking this question!
Gorgeous comic that I commissioned from @pepelinkri depicting Dany’s visit to the Astapori refugees. This is a very underrated book scene that encapsulates who Daenerys Targaryen is: a compassionate and selfless leader who is determined to go to any lengths to help her people (despite not receiving anything in return for it) and who inspires her allies to do better in the process.
Every day she sent them what she could, but every day there were more of them and less food to give them. It was growing harder to find drivers willing to deliver the food as well. Too many of the men they had sent into the camp had been stricken by the flux themselves. Others had been attacked on the way back to the city. Yesterday a wagon had been overturned and two of her soldiers killed, so today the queen had determined that she would bring the food herself. Every one of her advisors had argued fervently against it, from Reznak and the Shavepate to Ser Barristan, but Daenerys would not be moved. “I will not turn away from them,” she said stubbornly. “A queen must know the sufferings of her people.”
[…] What kind of mother has no milk to feed her children?
[…] “You should not linger here overlong, Your Grace. The Astapori are being fed, as you commanded. There’s no more we can do for the poor wretches. We should repair back to the city.”
“Go if you wish, ser. I will not detain you. I will not detain any of you.” Dany vaulted down from the horse. “I cannot heal them, but I can show them that their Mother cares.”
[…] There was an old man on the ground a few feet away, moaning and staring up at the grey belly of the clouds. She knelt beside him, wrinkling her nose at the smell, and pushed back his dirty grey hair to feel his brow. “His flesh is on fire. I need water to bathe him. Seawater will serve. Marselen, will you fetch some for me? I need oil as well, for the pyre. Who will help me burn the dead?” By the time Aggo returned with Grey Worm and fifty of the Unsullied loping behind his horse, Dany had shamed all of them into helping her. Symon Stripeback and his men were pulling the living from the dead and stacking up the corpses, while Jhogo and Rakharo and their Dothraki helped those who could still walk toward the shore to bathe and wash their clothes. […]
Before midday a dozen fires were burning. Columns of greasy black smoke rose up to stain a merciless blue sky. Dany’s riding clothes were stained and sooty as she stepped back from the pyres. (ADWD Daenerys VI)
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Take Time To Pay Attention
Today when I was reading something with my cell phone at my desk in my room, my brother suddenly came into my room and asked if I saw his watch or not. I was very focused on what I was doing that time that I didn’t pay attention to my surrounding and I just quickly answered “No” to him, when actually his watch was just there right in front of me at my desk. After looking at my desk, he found his watch and then took it from my desk and said “You don’t even pay attention. It’s just right in front of you.”, and I laughed because he was right, I didn’t pay attention because I was too busy with what I was doing at the time, that I didn’t see his watch right there in front of me.
When I think about what happened today I can say that it often happens to us. We are sometimes so focused on what we are doing that we forget and ignore about our surrounding that actually needs our attention; family, friends, unfinished business, even God, and sometimes our own self. That story above is just a very little example, but I am pretty sure that we all have been or are going through condition that is similar to the story in a much bigger scale.
So the message today is whatever we are so focused on doing right now, make sure we take time to pay attention to our surrounding that needs or demands our attention. So have a blessed day. God bless you all.
wrote a long post and then for some reason tumblr crashed :) very nice i really liked that
PEOPLE PLEASING WILL BE YOUR GRAVEST MISTAKE
Never worth it
I can’t trust woman with my heart anymore. I love and trust too easily which leaves me susceptible to heart break. I never want my heart broken again.
Be persistent, how many people learned to ride a bike on their first try? If you give up, you don’t learn. This is the same concept with stocks. Be patient and your persistence will pay off! Remember do your research and always be ready for the unexpected.
third time to make the same "regret(?)"
ottoke?! inatake na naman ako ng aking katangahan! i was too impulsive for sending the first two message. && now, i apologized through the same method. what was i thinking when i know that he'll either ignore it, get annoyed or maybe even laugh at it (worse he'll laugh at me and call me a crazy, dimwit girl). gosh! these mistakes are piling up and idk what to do anymore. i think i only make the matter worse. he'll hate me forever. i said i was sorry but somehow i did it partly because i want him to notice me even for just a few seconds. ahhh ano na lang pagkakaiba ko sa mga sasaeng fans nya?! i feel so pathetic for even telling him what i really feel. confession kung confession talaga?! ahhh i bet balewala lang sa kanya un. normal lang na may nagcoconfess sa kanya. I bet he's so used to having girls throwing themselves at him everyday. he'll never know how sincere i am. bakit kasi sya pa? bakit ngayon pa? bakit nangyari pa ito? ayaw ko ulit magdrama and mag-isip na i am hurting. di kasi tama ito. pero paano ko ba macocontrol feelings ko?? paano ko sya makakalimutan? ahh baliw na nga ata ako... EMJH, wala ba talagang pag-asa na mapansin mo ako??? Sana lang di dumating ung day na sasabihin ko sa sarili ko na... "mahal na ata kita..." sana magising na ako sa kalokohang ito para sa ikabubuti mo. sana matauhan agad ako para di na kita maistorbo. E, sorry talaga ha. One day, i hope you'll forgive me.
I have gotten so hyperfixated on cotl, that I have forgoten to personalize my profile and now a cool cotl artist have blocked me ;-;
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I don’t regret it. I took them and I did have a fun little buzzy afternoon. I took them because I had to make a decision otherwise it would have weighed heavily on my mind. But I knew that this was how it was going to play out, even before getting them. Like I said, I made plans instead of taking precautions.
I’m so indecisive because I think very deeply about outcomes, that often I make a big decision impulsively and just live with the consequences. In a way, I’m afraid to commit.
The difference from the past, is that I was aware and consciously made this choice.
To be honest - I wanted more in the moment. It wasn’t enough. I wanted to go higher, summit the peak. To dance on the line between life and not life. The exhilaration of standing at the precipice. But that’s the thing right? It’s never enough. It will never be enough.
I woke up the next morning & had no desire to do that again.
I’m still sober from alcohol and other drugs. I don’t count it as a relapse. Some might say otherwise, but this is MY recovery. Real, raw and authentic. No hiding here. I own my decision. I am still committed to the bigger picture.
I’m not sure it was worth it. I guess I knew deep down it wouldn’t be, but I still had to do it to prove it. I couldn’t let it go (it would be a waste!). Unfortunately, I am the learn-by-experience type. And sometimes, a few experiences before it really sinks in (lol).
And so we continue on, same as before.
I have more to live for these days. I enjoy my life and I feel excited at what’s to come. I love the people I have, fiercely and selflessly. I have faith in something greater than me. Most importantly, I have faith in myself. I know I have changed. I know I will continue to change. I have humility and an open mind. Those parts of me that were a collection of tiny fragments…well, they aren’t so broken anymore.
Drugs and alcohol will not bring me the validation I seek. They will not give me purpose or increase my value. I know that. I am not that version of myself any longer.
Each day, a little better and brighter.
"What are you doing?!" Jet sounded appalled.
Spike glanced from Lupin, sitting on the floor and playing with Spike's lighter, over to Jet who had fully entered the living room and was staring in horrified dismay at the toddler.
"Keeping an eye on the kid - what does it look like I'm doing?" Spike asked sarcastically.
"He's gonna get burnt!" Jet exclaimed with alarm.
Spike snickered. "That's the idea."
"What the *HELL* Spike!"
The lanky bounty hunter sighed. "Look, we got burn cream yeah? Aloe? A janky skin graft machine if need be?"
Warily Jet nodded in response to all of Spike's queries.
Spike shrugged. "We'll be fine then. It's not like I'm letting him play with the blow torch. Anyway Faye has been trying to get him to understand but I felt like a hard lesson would be the best way to learn."
Jet was gaping at his explanation. "Wha...?"
Spike sighed again. He gave his full attention to Lupin. "Hey, whatcha got there, buddy?"
The toddler grinned up at his dad. "Bird!"
"Yeah, burn. What about it?"
"Hod!" Lupin told him excitedly.
"Yeah, hot." Spike turned back to Jet. "See? He gets it but he doesn't get it. There's a lot in life he's gonna have to learn to take our word for - I don't want him getting shot just to see how taking a bullet feels - so if we can get him to realize what we're saying is important and that something is dangerous..." He trailed off.
"I can't believe I'm saying this..." Jet began slowly. "But that does make a lot of sense. Is Faye on board with this?"
"Mmhmm," Spike nodded, his focus back on the toddler toying with the lighter as he tried to figure out how to make it work the way his parents did. "She didn't want to watch him hurt himself though. Says she gets enough of that from me. Which, sure, was true enough before but I haven't gotten seriously hurt - at least not intentionally - in a long time!"
"Oh Spike-o," It was Jet's turn to sigh.
There was a click and then a shriek of joy from Lupin who fumbled the lighter when it unexpectedly worked and surprised him. The flame died as soon as he dropped the lighter on the ground in shock, but no sooner had it hit the floor than he was grabbing for it again with his pudgy baby hands. Jet and Spike exchanged a nervous look. Lupin was still far too curious about the device but then again he hadn't managed to touch the flame itself yet.
"Bet he doesn't cry when he finally gets burnt," Spike said casually.
Jet grunted. "You mean actual tears?"
Spike nodded. "He's never been much of a crier. Noisy, sure, but tears? Hardly ever."
"That's true. You both lucked out with this one - not that I'm too familiar with how babies operate but I expected more waterworks. Funny how happy he turned out when you're both such miserable assholes."
"Like hell we still are!"
Another click. And then... "Ahh! Dada! Hod! Hod!" Lupin had dropped the lighter again but he'd clearly managed to touch the flame first. He was wide eyed, no tears, staring back and forth between the device on the floor and one of his hands which didn't look badly burnt but had been lightly singed.
"Oh kiddo, c'mere," Spike held his arms out and Lupin got up to toddle to his father. "What'd you learn, little man? Your mom was right, hey? Dangerous."
The toddler nodded sadly and stuck his burnt fingers - actually, his entire little fist - into his mouth. He turned his sad eyes on Jet, whose heart broke at the sight.
"I'll go get the cream," Jet choked out, just to escape those puppy dog eyes.
"Thanks, Jet," Spike called after him. He looked at his son. "I should've bet he'd be the one to cry," He told the kid with a chuckle.
the sirens were fucking right
every time i myself be happy i feel like im flying way too close to the sun like my brain needs to shut the fuck up and let me enjoy this without imaginary sirens going off in my head any time i feel good
Uh. So they gave us (My cousin, bf, and I) the ability of using whiteboard on discord 💀
(⚠️‼️WARNING, SOME NSFW STUFF UNDER THE CUT‼️⚠️)
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Moral of the story..don’t give a bunch of trans teens the chance to use whiteboard. (Yes, that is a pizza with one side entirely meant for me.)
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