saxifraga-x-urbium:

systlin:

Something I find incredibly cool is that they’ve found neandertal bone tools made from polished rib bones, and they couldn’t figure out what they were for for the life of them. 

Until, of course, they showed it to a traditional leatherworker and she took one look at it and said “Oh yeah sure that’s a leather burnisher, you use it to close the pores of leather and work oil into the hide to make it waterproof. Mine looks just the same.” 

“Wait you’re still using the exact same fucking thing 50,000 years later???”

“Well, yeah. We’ve tried other things. Metal scratches up and damages the hide. Wood splinters and wears out. Bone lasts forever and gives the best polish. There are new, cheaper plastic ones, but they crack and break after a couple years. A bone polisher is nearly indestructible, and only gets better with age. The more you use a bone polisher the better it works.”

It’s just. 

50,000 years. 50,000. And over that huge arc of time, we’ve been quietly using the exact same thing, unchanged, because we simply haven’t found anything better to do the job. 

i also like that this is a “ask craftspeople” thing, it reminds me of when art historians were all “the fuck” about someone’s ear “deformity” in a portrait and couldn’t work out what the symbolism was until someone who’d also worked as a piercer was like “uhm, he’s fucked up a piercing there”. interdisciplinary shit also needs to include non-academic approaches because crafts & trades people know shit ok

bitterbitchclubpresident:

scribble-star:

sadeyeslarry:

weavemama:

I can’t believe people still think women are “too emotional” when they become constant victims to fragile masculinity

ughHhHHH

with.fucking.concrete.

but sure women are always the fucking emotional ones

she was trying to win a contest the store was offering , they were giving a cash prize to anyone willing to change their last name to the store name (which apparently means Loyal) and the guy got upset by this

ran outside, took over a cement mixer doing construction nearby and dumped it into the car because she loved it and took extra good care of her car and kept it clean inside and out 🙃

mrdaxxonford:

fox-king-vincent:

You know what never made sense to me in zombie films and in other zombie media feature “classic” zombies, aka reanimated corpses, is why no one has thought of using insects against the hordes of undead.

There are countless species of insects who consume dead decaying flesh, and many of them that do so at a surprisingly fast rate.

The dermestid beetle for example. The dermestid beetle has been used to strip bones clean of their flesh,fur, hair, and feathers for a very very long time by museums and vulture culture enthusiasts. The beetles can pick clean a sparrow in only a few hours. Now imagine a mass quantity of these beetles in any area filled with corpses. While it may take a bit longer, say a few weeks, they would still take care of our problem very fast.

Another more abundant and readily available insect resource is your everyday ants. Ants love dead flesh and will carry bits and pieces of it back to their tunnels to feed their fungus farms.

So really with nature having so many carrion eaters both insect, mammal, bird, and reptile, it’s a wonder how a zombie apocalypse would really last all that long.

But if you have to speed things up a bit and use chemicals then look no further then lye. A rather common chemical that one can pick up at most hardware and cleaning supply stores, lye helps to break down the body faster, and a faster rotting corpse means a less mobile and eventually less effective corpse.

Zombies vs. Bugs?
I like it

kvotheunkvothe:

I was just remembering a D&D campaign I played a few years ago. I was playing a sneaky rogue. At one point before leaving on a quest, during some down-time, I’d had her pay a baker to make some bread chock-full of deadly nightshade berries. In the following quest, we were supposed to rescue this princess chick who’d been kidnapped by some evil sorcerer or something. And she was so fucking annoying, complaining about how slowly we’d been rescuing her, acting really shifty whenever we asked her any questions, making weird sexual promises to the Paladin, and whining about being hungry. So I offered her a chunk of my bread.

DM, who obviously had plans for this character: Is this the deadly nightshade bread? Yeah, she’s not gonna eat that.

Me: Why not? She said she was starving.

DM: Is that enough to kill her?

Me: I dunno. I think I read it takes 3 berries to kill a toddler. That chunk probably has, like, 20. If it doesn’t kill her, she’ll get terrible digestive issues, hallucinate like crazy, maybe convulse, and probably wish she was dead.

DM: Wouldn’t she taste something funny?

Me: Nope, the berries are supposedly pretty delicious.

DM: Well… she… she’s suspicious about why you’re giving it to her.

Me: Why the fuck is she suspicious? I’m rescuing her, and she said she’s hungry. I’m being nice. And she’s being rude.

DM: W-well… Paladin, aren’t you going to warn her about the nightshade?

Paladin: I wasn’t there when she paid the baker. I think it’s just bread.

Sorcerer: None of us knew. And she has no reason not to eat it.

DM *getting frustrated now*: Okay, fine! She takes it and… there’s a loud bang from further back in the cave, and she gets startled and drops it.

Me: What the hell. Here I am rescuing you, I give you my bread, and you insult me like this?

DM *playing as the princess*: Oh, uh, tee-hee? Sorry?

Me: Well don’t worry, princess. Of course I didn’t give you the whole loaf. Here, have another slice.

DM: She’s not hungry anymore.

Ranger: Bullshit. Eat up, princess.

DM: SUDDENLY THE EVIL SORCERER IS HERE, NO TIME FOR BREAD.

Haha, this one killed me

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

jumpingjacktrash:

howtocan:

Baby bird season is incoming and I’d like to remind everyone that birds do not have a significant sense of smell. Bird parents will not reject birdlets because you have handled them.

If you see smol birbs with few or no feathers on the ground, you can safely put them back into their nest, bird parents will still care for them.

If you see smol birbs with some or most feathers on the ground, please leave them there, as bird parents are probably nearby watching and feeding.

nakey bird = accidentally fell out, is cold and scared, put back in nest! if you can’t reach the nest, try to put it on a wide branch or fork so predators can’t get at it as easily.

scruffy feather bird = starting to try the fly thing, not very good at it. only put in nest/branch if predators abound, i.e. you have four outdoor cats and they’re licking their chops.

fluffy feather bird = smol fly guy! do nothing. can probably get away from predators and will flip its shit if you pick it up.

Reblogging this because I’d always heard the ‘Don’t touch a distressed bird its mom will reject it’ thing treated as fact before now, I didn’t realise it wasn’t true…

tenderhearthufflepuff:

silverhawk:

if ur not into warrior cats its okay but if u ask someone who has the potential to be ur significant other what their fave warrior cat is and they say ashfur u gotta run. like i dont care if u dont know what wc is. it doesnt matter if u dont know what an ash or fur is. run, get tf outta there. u will thank me later.

@wowformeow, @zulzstar, buckle up, this is gonna be a ride. So there’s one of our main characters, Squirrelflight, who is princess of the feral cat colony. She’s dating this hot son of the last arc’s villain who helped save everybody and find a new homeland with her, and they’re pretty together. 

Ashfur is the selfish asshole who feel’s he was entitled to Squirrelflight. Welp, Squirrelflight’s twin has a pregnancy she’s not supposed to have because she’s the Oracle, so Squirrelflight covers for her and takes the kits as her own. Her mate, Ashfur, and every cat in the forest believes that these kits are Squirrelflight’s. 

Ashfur attempts to murder her three children to get back at her for her rejection. One of the kids murders him. The end.

Holy FUCK