wtfevolution:

“I miss dinosaurs.”

“Evolution, we’ve talked about this.”

“But I miss them.”

“You turned them into birds, remember? It was the best you could do, given the circumstances.”

“It’s not the same.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“Can I at least make these cassowaries 50 feet tall?”

“Come on, you know that size didn’t work out so well before.”

“Six feet, then? And over 100 pounds?”

“Yeah, that sounds better.”

“And can I put weird prehistoric crests on their heads?”

“I don’t see why not.”

“And can they slash people’s throats with their dagger claws?”

“Sure, pal, if that would make you feel better.”

“I think it would. Thanks for understanding.”

“You got it, evolution. Anytime.”

Source: Wikimedia Commons / Bjørn Christian Tørrissen


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#bird #dinosaur

Prosopagnosia Dream

dhalim:

The dream itself was kinda ridiculous. I was among a group of magicians who was having to battle an invading magician army from taking over this labyrinth-like town, and battle was supposed to happen outside the city gates which were at least 30 feet tall. However, the gates were set up on an incomplete grid just outside the town, and in my dream, it made complete sense that if someone was having trouble defending one side, we just moved it further back and defended it there (??? I don’t get it either). Anyway, we took our positions on top of the gate, balancing on what was ultimately this fence only a couple inches across, and somehow expecting to throw magic down at the invaders? Except the invaders wound up coming up to us, and I was forced down to ground-level where the invading force was closing in.

I ran off to the side, to this little shack and on my way, I nearly ran into a woman who had bleach blond dread locks, who I didn’t recognise. Looking at her, I couldn’t decide if she was friend or foe, but when I didn’t attack, she kept running. The battle was hardly fierce, mostly just people running around, and I can’t be sure if I actually saw a face, or just dread locks and told myself a face was somewhere in there because it was supposed to be. Either way, in the dream itself, I suddenly felt overwhelmed because I literally couldn’t tell if anyone running around me as I went into the shack to hide was on my side or the invading side, and I didn’t want to attack anyone in case I guessed wrong. What if someone attacked me and they just couldn’t tell if we were on the same side or not, and I defended myself and killed them?

Worst of all, when I entered the shack, the man inside told me to get back out there and defend the town, but I couldn’t because I no longer knew who I was defending, and had to try to explain my perceived cowardice. I wound up waking up half way through my crap explanation, but I tried for several minutes to go back to sleep so I could finish telling him why. Sometimes dreams really suck.

And that is why we invented military uniforms.


Tags:

#after a while of population growth battles get to be large enough that even non-prosos can’t keep track of who’s on their side #prosopagnosia #tales from the prosopagnosia tag #reply via reblog #embarrassment squick

manjolras:

f-rea-k:

manjolras:

“i was in the sherlock fandom once” is the new embarrassing twilight phase

DON’T YOU DARE COMPARE SHERLOCK TO TWILIGHT

apologies to all twilight fans

Having recently read the post highlighted in yellow on this page*, this actually sounds about right. They’re both situations where the canon is pretty mediocre, but its existence is still worthwhile because it’s inspired other people to write stuff that’s actually good. (And also Fifty Shades, but that’s not my point here.)

Mind you, it sounds less right when you consider the OP said specifically being in the Sherlock fandom. The fandom’s pretty good, in my experience (though I do seem to have a knack for avoiding the bad parts of fandoms). It’s just the canon that’s bad.

*Sorry, person who linked to this on their Tumblr a few days ago. I’d link you if I could remember who you were.


Tags:

#Sherlock #Twilight #fandom #’Invisible Bonds’ and ‘Not Yet Dead’ got me through the Stomach Bug from Hell #I pretty much only ever see the crappy parts of fandoms second-hand through the complaining of people in the good parts #and I wonder how come they know when shit is going down and I don’t #but I suppose I’m probably better off