Tyrannosaurus was not the most dangerous animal in the park. Having imprinted on its handler since infancy, the creature maintained a docile temperament all the way to adulthood, and indeed seemed to prefer feeding from its designated trough to pursuing prey. Its interactions with staff and guests showed at most a mild curiosity, and the only real terror the beast inspired was when it snuck up on trainers to sniff their hats.
The raptors were not the most dangerous animals in the park. Hollywood had greatly exaggerated their size, first of all, and while they had a mischievous streak (one individual in particular was fond of stealin zookeepers’ wallets), they were far from the hyper-intelligent murder lizards everyone expected. Their intelligence was less of the predatory sort and more the comical intelligence of a corvid, devoted mostly to play and caring for their fellow flock members.
The mosasaur was not the most dangerous animal in the park. Though it held no loyalty to the zookeepers, it had taken to training well enough, and would dutifully move to a specific section of the tank when signaled, giving the keepers space to carry out any business they needed to accomplish in its tank without fear of harm.
No, by far the most dangerous animal in the park was the Struthiomimus. Everyone expected it to be easy – what were these animals in pop culture beyond being fodder for the carnivores? Surely the bird-mimics couldn’t be much of a hassle. Sadly, they weren’t just any bird mimics.
No, in temperament, the Struthiomimus mimicked a swan.
Highly territorial and vicious to the bone, more keepers had suffering brutal beatings by the struthis than had been hurt by the rest of the park’s fauna combined. And when they learned to chew through the fences…
Well, let’s just say the Tyrannosaurus never experienced a more terrifying day in her life.
vote for the one most likely to remove a republican.
it’s that simple.
Vote them out.
Vote for the candidate that sees every person as a human being.
not if they can’t win, buddy. i’m serious. LISTEN. VOTE OUT THE REPUBLICANS. EVEN IF THAT MEANS VOTING IN SOME REGULAR ASSHOLES.
if the candidate who sees every person as a human being is green party, then you vote for the democrat who sees every person as a stepping stone, because unless we get rid of the republican who sees every person as a target a lot of us are going to goddamn die. people are dying already. like, not to guilt you, but if we don’t get a democratic majority in the house and senate ASAP we’re screwed.
it doesn’t fucking matter if you voted for Jesus Actual Christ if he was running on a penny ante party ticket. we need you to vote for Joe Slick Bastard Democrat instead, because there is no such thing as a green party majority in the senate, do you understand? there will not be a green party speaker of the house. green party will not get to put up supreme court nominees.
if you vote for the Good People instead of the democrats, we’re gonna end up back in this toilet bowl again, only deeper this time because the republicans will take it as a mandate to do whatever they want.
take a deep breath, put on rubber gloves, and touch the poop. don’t be precious.
ideological purity is a god. damn. myth.
We are LITERALLY DYING HERE. I will die if I don’t get put on hormones. I will die if I don’t manage surgery. I WILL dieif people continue to see people like me as targets or a group they can hand-wave away as if we don’t exist and TRY TO LEGISLATE US OUT OF EXISTENCE.
We have to WALK THIS SHIT BACK. That means voting Democrat, and then in the next election and the next midterms, doing our best to set up the people who see us as humans to win, and IF THEY DO NOT STAND A CHANCE, to VOTE IN BETTER DEMOCRATS.
This is how politics work, now help us fucking fix it.
Dude, if I’d known you were coming down here I would have told you not to go… this city’s cons are fuckin bullshit on a stick. Especially for their ticket prices. I’m sorry
This meme has always made me uncomfortable, because it actually sends such a horrible message about body image and media.
That lovely rhino is aiming for a goal that is literally impossible for it to achieve. Unicorns don’t exist. They’re a figure in fantasy, created by creative marketers. Especially in an age of image manipulation and Photoshop, even the horse who modeled for that photo doesn’t look like a unicorn in real life – It’s an unreachable ideal.
Even if unicorns did exist, that little rhino is still a rhino. It can’t change it’s species or become a different creature. No matter how hard it works, no matter how hard it tries, it’s still going to be a rhino. Dedication won’t change its DNA.
You know what a better message would be? Become the best version of yourself. That little rhino can certainly be stronger, faster and happier over time. But it needs to set realistic goals and start to appreciate the body that it has, as opposed to lusting after something as unattainable as a unicorn. If it continues aiming for the image on that poster and is only ever deriving inspiration from such a narrow ideal? Poor little rhino is always going to be disappointed, no matter how far it goes.
I’ll be happy if I never see this image again.
Couldn’t agree more. I read something the other day with made me feel uneasy. Someone called Meghan a heffer, now I know this girl and she’s a huge fan of Meghan so she explained to someone confronting her, that it’s actually a term of endearment where she’s from. And I believe her of course. That was not my point though. The blogger confronting that lovely girl asked how is Meghan a heffer. When things were settled between them, she said it’s such a bad word and usually used for people who are larger, bigger. And I wondered, then why would you say how’s Meghan a heffer. Why not ask someone to explain what makes it right to use that word on anyone. Big or not big. Because it isn’t. My friend’s daughter came home one day crying, apparently some girl had called her a heffer (in Dutch of course). The little bully’s parents response was oh she’s not a big girl so you can’t say that. Thus implying to the their little girl that it would be okay to call someone heffer if they are bigger than some of the others. Now I know the blogger who confronted the girl here on Tumblr as well and I know she didn’t mean it like that at all, she’s a lovely person actually, but for a moment it brought me back to that little girl and those big sad tears.
I’ve been lucky, I’ve never been bullied at all about looks or weight. Nowadays kids feel bullied from day one, simply because of social media and the media, for painting such an unrealistic picture. For setting standards which can’t be met. I’m very happy I’m not a child at this day and age.
See… I’ve always liked that picture, for very similar reasons to the ones why y’all hate it.
If you’re mentally ill/chronically ill, especially if you’re depressed, your ‘best self’ can seem just as unattainable as the photoshopped unrealistic narrow ideal of that unicorn. It’s something other people get to be, but you don’t. Because you’re ‘worthless’/’stupid’/’ugly’, what have you. And if you’re disabled, there’s parts of your dream you’re not gonna be able to have, plain and simple.
But you keep going anyway. Because even if you’re not going to be able to be a unicorn, the things that will maybe, possibly get you there are also the things that will make you a happy, healthy rhino.
I agree that making it specifically about exercise is kinda fuck’t, but… yeah.
As a metaphor for aiming at your goals despite disability, it’s not shit. It’s crap as fitspo, obviously, because unhealthy obsession with an unrealistic image is not good, but… yeah, what @earlgraytay said. Maybe you can’t be a unicorn, but sometimes aiming to get as close as you can still gets you to be a happier and healthier rhino than you would be if you didn’t even make an attempt to hit the goal. Maybe your Aspirational Life is unattainable, but maybe you can keep sneaking closer and closer to it even if you can’t get all the things. Maybe you can’t be a martha-stewart-pinterest-queen but you can… learn to cook a few nice dishes that don’t take TOO much effort, to maintain your living space at a tidiness level somewhere above “total pigsty” even if you’re never gonna hit “magazine-ready”, and learn to crochet and make a nice doily to put a little centerpiece up on your kitchen table that you like. Maybe you can’t be a big-shot author but you can write some short stories and get published in a magazine or two. Maybe you can’t be a rockstar but you can make music anyway and enjoy the creative process nonetheless.
And heck, maybe if you try for the closest you can get, you get stupid lucky and a genie comes along and turns your rhino-ass self into a real goddamn unicorn. Maybe your home-decor instagram really takes off and you actually make it to martha-stewart levels of fame. Maybe you DO land a damn good book deal. Maybe your little home-produced record gets into the hands of the right person with the right connections to turn you into a rockstar and they like it enough to use that power on you.
Probably not. Luck is a huge factor. But it’s still probably better to try to get as close as possible to living your ideal life and fall short of The Aspirational Pinnacle of the goal, than to wallow around in self-pity about the fact that you didn’t get lucky enough to be born in circumstances that make it easy. Just don’t obsess about it and make yourself miserable about not being there, and don’t push yourself so hard that you do damage.
The rhino is obviously just getting into better shape as part of their quest to bang that unicorn.
Geeze.
and there’s yet another possible perspective to take!
I uhhhh… I’m with @nuclearspaceheater on this one guys.
Also yes a rhino will never be a unicorn, granted. But EMULATING your ideal is never a bad thing when it’s done in healthy ways. I love the look of runner’s bodies but I’m never going to be a runner. My bad knee and joint issues make sure I won’t. But I CAN get on the elliptical, which is MUCH better for my joints, and go a couple miles in the gym when I’m there. I CAN eat like a runner and focus on lean protein and healthy foods and train my body to get CLOSER to their build.
I’ll never be a twiggy person, I know that. My body shape is wrong for it and my bones don’t work that way… but I CAN change my body to look MORE that way by focusing on lengthening and toning my muscles and losing weight in key places and gaining muscle mass in others so I’m more BALANCED and LEAN LOOKING.
It’s not automatically a negative thing to have someone with a vastly different body type as your goal. Not as long as you’re realistic and healthy in your approach. Also, it’s kind of disconcerting how many people are focusing in on real-world negativity on what was probably a throwaway joke image. Because telling me when I was 170+ post-op that “you’ll never be skinny” wouldn’t have done anything but increase my dysphoria and depression past the suicidal ideation I was already experiencing.
Yanno what DID work? Finding a sport that I LOVE; cycling; and GETTING MY BUTT OUT OF THE HOUSE AND OUT OF MY CHAIR. You know what worked? setting REALISTIC GOALS for myself to bring my weight down, eat better, and then start MAINTAINING that progress. Yeah, the scale is climbing back up again because this medication is throwing me for a loop. But hey, I’ll take 140, or even 145, over being MEDICALLY OBESE and having NO energy and a multitude of issues like joint pain, back aches, and worse.
peter, who can lift up to 10 tons in canon, carrying an elephant in his arms: this is my new pet
tony, losing all color in his face: okay okay cool cool okay cool oka
peter: *drops his backpack on the floor*
concrete: *cracks*
tony, whispering: what the fuck.
tony: you can lift up to 10 thousand kilograms? thats like-
peter, thinking about his abandoned nintendogs: almost enough to lift the weight of my sins, yes
tony:??????
thor: what is this child doing on the battlefield
peter: *picks up the hulk, yeets him 700mph at a flock of aliens* ANGERY SHREK ATTACK
thor: …….nvm
The mental image of the Hulk being yeeten’d by (Tom Holland) Spiderman makes me happy
Peter at the top of some building, holding Hulk above his head with both hands while Hulk extends himself in a Superman pose seconds before being YEET’d at Galactus
Galactus, getting hit in the face by a flying Hulk flung by the world’s smarmiest twink:
Made yet another new coat for Tahli… I wish this cotton was drape-y-er, but it is Unfortunately Stiff. Oh well, it’s meant to go over a cotton gauze Gothic Heroine nightgown anyway, and THAT; I’m quite sure; will be very drape-y indeed.
unless the material sticks to bunny-butts. With my luck, it will.
House Of Crows 