Trying to get people to realize birds are full on actual no holds barred dinosaurs on the internet is like playing a constant game of whack-a-mole

The game never ends there's just another mole to whack

whack whack whack

I understand that you guys aren't being totally serious, but birds are categorically NOT dinosaurs. They're BIRDS. Being descended from and very similar to an animal does not make them literally the same.

Bats are mammals. If every mammal except for bats went extinct, bats would still be mammals. This is what happened with birds. They're a type of dinosaur that evolved within the dinosaur evolutionary tree, and existed alongside other types of dinosaurs until all those other types of dinosaurs were wiped out. Surviving when the other dinosaurs went extinct doesn't mean they stopped being dinosaurs at any point.

@arctic-nimbus I am not joking, I am being serious. Birds are living dinosaurs.

Dinosaurs are defined as the most recent common ancestor of [Theropods] + [Sauropodomorphs] + [Ornithischians], and ALL OF THAT ANCESTOR'S DESCENDANTS

hence, because birds descend from that ancestor, ALL BIRDS ARE DINOSAURS THE END.

I am a paleontologist and this has been known since 1996 please stop making me play whack a mole. this is googleable. this is on wikipedia. this is in most paleontological sources. this is in the literature. this is in books. this is in jurassic park. this is on this blog in many places. this is on other people's blogs in many places.

this is, or should be, common. knowledge.

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Okay, your condescending reply aside, you haven't addressed the elephant in the room which is what I brought up in the other thread. I'm descended from a fish. That doesn't mean I am a fish. You telling me that birds are living dinosaurs doesn't make any difference to me because you haven't made a convincing argument why I should categorize them that way as oppose to another way.

Where do you draw the line between them being living dinosaurs and them being something else?

there ISNT A LINE

and YES, WE ARE SARCOPTERYGIIANS AKA LOBE FINNED FISH

I don't care that I'm being condescending. This is like telling an astronomer that pluto is a planet.

stop.

So if there isn't a line, then what you're saying is gibberish because there's no actual definition of anything. We miswell call birds lobe finned fish as well. So why doesn't your post say that?

yeah, they are!

it's a description of family groups!

relationships!

the end!

Welcome to biology...

Happy to be praised.

Zepotha will never be Goncharov because when it comes down to it, tumblr culture is collaborative, while tiktok culture is merely iterative, and those are not the same thing.

Op I refuse to let your tags stay in the tags cause THIS!!!!!

still thinking about wolf 21

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Twenty-one was “remarkably gentle” with the members of his pack, says Rick. Immediately after making a kill, he would often walk away to urinate or lie down and nap, allowing family members who’d had nothing to do with the hunt to eat their fill. 

One of Twenty-one’s favorite things was to wrestle with little pups. “And what he really loved to do,” Rick adds, “was to pretend to lose. He just got a huge kick out of it.” Here was this great big male wolf. And he’d let some little wolf jump on him and bite his fur. “He’d just fall on his back with his paws in the air,” Rick half-mimes. “And the triumphant-looking little one would be standing over him with his tail wagging.”

“The ability to pretend,” Rick adds, “shows that you understand how your actions are perceived by others. It indicates high intelligence. I’m sure the pups knew what was going on, but it was a way for them to learn how it feels to conquer something much bigger than you. And that kind of confidence is what wolves need every day of their hunting lives.”

In Twenty-one’s life, there was a particular male, a sort of roving Casanova, a continual annoyance. He was strikingly good-looking, had a big personality, and was always doing something interesting. “The single best word is ‘charisma,’” says Rick. “Female wolves were happy to mate with him. People loved him. His irresponsibility and infidelity – it didn’t matter.”

One day, Twenty-one discovered this Casanova among his daughters. Twenty-one ran in, caught him, and began biting and pinning him to the ground. Various pack members piled in, beating Casanova up.

“Casanova was also big,” Rick says, “but he was a bad fighter. Now he was totally overwhelmed and the pack was finally killing him. Suddenly Twenty-one steps back. Everything stops. The pack members are looking at Twenty-one as if saying, ‘Why has Dad stopped?’” The Casanova wolf jumped up and — as always in such situations — ran away. 

But Casanova kept causing problems for Twenty-one. Why didn’t Twenty-one just kill him so he wouldn’t have to deal with him anymore? It didn’t make sense — until years later.

Fast-forward to after Twenty-one’s death. Casanova briefly became the Druid pack’s alpha male. But he wasn’t effective, Rick recalls. He didn’t know what to do, “just not a leader personality.” and although it’s very rare for a younger brother to depose an older one, that’s what happened to him. Casanova didn’t mind; it meant he was free to wander and meet other females.

Eventually Casanova, along with several Druid males, met some females, and they all formed another pack. “With them,” Rick remembers, “he finally became the model of a responsible alpha male and a great father.” Meanwhile, the mighty Druids were ravaged and weakened by mange and diminished by interpack fighting; the last Druid was shot near Butte, Montana, in 2010. Casanova, though he’d been averse to fighting, died in a fight with a rival pack. But everyone in his pack remained uninjured — including grandchildren and great-grandchildren of Twenty-one.

Wolves can’t foresee such plot twists any more than people can. But evolution does. I’s calculus integrates long averages. By sparing the Casanova wolf, Twenty-one actually helped assure himself more surviving descendants. And in evolution, surviving descendants are the only currency that matters.

So in strictly survivalist terms, “should” a wolf let his rival go free? Is restraint an effective strategy for accumulating benefits? I think the answer is yes, if you can afford it, because sometimes your enemy today becomes, tomorrow, a vehicle for your legacy. What Rick saw play out over those years might be just the kinds of events that are the basis for magnanimity in wolves, and at the heart of mercy in men.

Early on, when Twenty-one was young and still living with his mother and adoptive father, one of their new pups was not acting normal. The other pups were a bit afraid of him and wouldn’t play with him. One day, Twenty-one brought back some food for the small pups, and after feeding them, he just stood there, looking around for something. Soon he started wagging his tail. “He’d been looking for the sickly little pup,” Rick says, “and finding him, he just went over to hang out with him for a while.”

Rick suddenly seems to be searching inside himself for something deeper he wants to express. Then he looks at me, saying simply, “Of all the stories I have about Twenty-one, that’s my favorite.” Strength impresses us. But what we remember is kindness.

The majority of wolves die violently. Despite a violent, eventful life even by wolf standards, Twenty-one distinguished himself to the very end: He was a black wolf who grayed with the years and became one of the few Yellowstone wolves to die of old age.

One June day when Twenty-one was 9 years old, his family was lying bedded down when an elk came by. Everyone jumped up to give chase. He jumped up, too, but just stood watching the action and then lay down again. Later, when the pack headed up toward the den site, Twenty-one crossed the valley in the opposite direction, traveling purposefully somewhere, alone.

Sometime later, a visitor who’d been way up high in the backcountry reported having seen something very unusual: a dead wolf. Rick got a horse and rode up to investigate.

The last day, it seems, Twenty-one knew his time had come. He used the last of his energy to go up to the top of a high mountain. In a favorite family rendezvous site, where he’d been with his pups year after year, amid high summer grass and mountain wildflowers, Twenty-one curled up in the shade of a big tree. And on his own terms, he went to sleep for the last time.

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the story above was taken from this article, and the whole thing is really worth a read.

https://theweek.com/articles/577618/what-animals-think

Only og Undertale fans remember

Also these two this was the most obvious group of trolls I have ever seen and everyone (my lil 11 year old self included) were PISSED

That’s the only pic of a Nyan Kitten vid I could find on google images :p

Common Dinosaur Mistakes

• you know the "bunny hands" pose everyone does to indicate t. rex? with the hands folded down, palms facing the chest? yeah. almost no dinosaurs could do that. it would break their wrists. only one unique group evolved to do that, which doesn't include any of the Jurassic Park dinosaurs. the term for this is "pronation" and actually the vast majority of land vertebrates can't do it. mammals can. mammals are weird.
• not a single dinosaur has claws on their fourth or fifth fingers. not a single one. not even if they're quadrupedal.
• most dinosaurs have very stiff tails and can't wiggle them around like a lizard tail. the tails were stiff for balance.
• the "tongue flick" thing that lizards do is a lizard thing. dinosaurs wouldn't have done that. they don't do that today (birds, birds don't do that)
• "nonavian" dinosaurs with feathered wings had them like birds. they covered the hands. and attached to the hands. stop giving Velociraptor hands. it had wings. and very big ones, too, based on Zhenyuanlong.
• dinosaurs with scales don't have lizard scales. lizard scales are a derived trait found only in lizards. they had scutes similar to those of living birds, but much smaller compared to body size, and often in crazy shapes and patterns. dinosaur scales are super weird tbh
• sauropods don't have elephant feet. they handled the problem of size in a much weirder way: instead of spreading out the weight, they turned their feet into columns. like pillars. some of the biggest species didn't have any fingers, their front limbs just. end. for maximum column support.
• dinosaurs were chonky. you could not see the bones like a silhouette under the skin. some might have been skinnier and some of the features of the bones would be somewhat like with skinny bird legs, but most of the time? no. so stop making the holes in their skulls visible on the outside like damn. jurassic park/world is the biggest offender for this one.
• the whole unique feature of dinosaurs is having their legs DIRECTLY under their bodies. they do not sprawl. I can't believe I have to say that, but I do.
• hadrosaur (duck-billed dinosaur) front feet were hooves. like, seriously, hooves. not little flippers. not three fingered hands. hooves.

I reserve the right to add more to this post as I think of things.

other people can too, but just research before you do.

where did the myth that "tumblr live steals all your data" even come from

it seems like part of it is that when it launched it was only available in the US, but as of now it's also available in the EU, along with brazil, canada, japan, malaysia, mexico, south korea, turkey, and the UK

the other part is the privacy policy, which is not as bad as other people make it out to be. if you don't like tumblr live's terms of use (regarding things like them collecting advertising data), you should probably stop using tumblr entirely because tumblr is collecting that anyways

additionally, i think that parts of the policy can look scary at first glance, but isn't as scary when you realize how it's used. yes, tumblr live collects your phone and email address. this is because you use your phone and email address to sign in to tumblr. yes, tumblr live uses your ip address. this is because every website on the internet needs to use your ip address to work. yes, tumblr live can see which pages you visit, but it's the pages you're visiting while you're inside the app, and the app needs to know about those pages in order to show them to you (etc etc). just because an app is using your data to function doesn't mean it's automatically selling that data to other parties

if you're still unconvinced, i suggest looking at the privacy policies for other social media platforms you use and comparing them if you want to gauge how comfortable you are with tumblr live's policy

i do think tumblr live is virtually useless in its current state because it was implemented in an incredibly dumb way (i hate the snooze button. give us an off button) but it isn't actively malicious either

also i should clarify that i could be wrong about this... please tell me if i am! the reason i made this post is because i think most people come to the conclusion that "tumblr live steals your data" because they heard it from someone else rather than doing their own research. if there's something about this i missed or that i don't understand please let me know 😀

Ha I wonder how many strokes the most complex Chinese character has like maybe eightee-

Has a Chinese son, names him bèng-dá, and he hates me

My beloved son 䨻龘 just trying to write his name in kindergarten

Paella

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