2016.12.21 00:46 rndaxs ... and I saw an angel coming down from Heaven, holding in his hand a great "e-mail chain."
2024.05.27 18:29 Thundersmite876 Who owns alastors soul? Hazbin hotel theory
2024.05.27 12:12 realmrpipe Countries Have Collaborated To Develop A Credit Card That Tracks Your Carbon Footprint
Indeed, it’s quite the topic. Let’s dissect it gradually and consider the likely implementation methods.
Indeed, it reduces their expenses and further:
We are now approaching a deeper understanding of its functionality. It’s not limited to travel; it will encompass all aspects of life.
It’s remarkable that they highlight the capability for users to monitor everything. This, they assure, will not be exploited for malicious intents, such as banks and governments tracking all activities. Certainly not. Additionally, Mastercard is a partner with the WEF.
Picture yourself shopping with a “carbon calculator” and discovering you have only 10 points left. You can’t purchase jeans that cost 21.45 CO2 points; instead, you must choose jeans priced at 8.98 CO2 points. Ultimately, you cannot surpass your quota; if you do, your card will be disabled, and your digital payment will be rejected.
Guess who’s collaborating with them? Doconomy. It will be implemented as an app so you can check your carbon footprint, which will determine what you can buy and what you can’t.
Indeed, it’s quite the topic. Let’s dissect it gradually and consider the likely implementation methods.
2024.05.27 08:31 Thundersmite876 Who owns alastors soul? Hazbin Hotel
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2024.05.23 08:12 seliskar Truly Tough TinyTennis Balls?
For the past year we've been buying Maple Kong SqueakAir and Kong Signature Sport (red, black and white) tennis balls. We've also tried Outward Hound (garbage with external squeakers), PetSport Tuff and Hyper Pet tennis balls. The latter 2 brands are much harder, heavier, don't squish,squeak, or bounce well, and seem bigger than her 1.8" Kong balls. She has zero interest in them. We've also tried plain & squeaky latex balls, TPR balls, silicone and foam balls, but they sit untouched in her toy box. Her favorites have always been the Kong SqueakAir ones. She'll ALWAYS choose the standard Optic Yellow/Electric Lime first, followed by Neon Orange, Bright Green, Red and lastly Royal Blue, Pink, Multi colored or patterned balls (in that order). She's very particular! We've yet to find electric blue or bright turquoise balls that fit the bill, but we're guessing she'd like that color too. Colors visible to dogs - which shade of blue DO they see best? submitted by seliskar to Pomsky [link] [comments] Recently, she's been chewing them until she snaps the internal squeakers in half (you can hear her crack them, and then they rattle around inside the balls), then splits the balls internally along the rubber seams, and finishes them by stretching out of warping the fuzzy felt coating. She chews them like gum! She hasn't chewed any chunks off them (yet), but we throw them away as soon as we see she's split them or when the felt separates from the ball. Her saliva seems to melt the glue/adhesive, and the felt will start peeling off like a solid soggy sticker! She will sulk, frantically search for the balls, or find other mischief if she doesn't have a Kong SqueakAir within reach. She's absolutely obsessed! The other balls she either won't touch at all, or will only play with them briefly (out of desperation). She does have other toys she plays with - mainly her BarkBox Stingray, BarkBox Betta Fish and latex grunting toys (lamb, bear, chicken) - but those darned tiny tennis balls are always her #1 choice. Are there any actual tough tennis balls in existence that are 1.5 to 1.8 inches in diameter? It doesn't matter if they squeak or not, but she definitely likes to squeeze them! I don't think she's a huge fan of squeaky toys, seeing that she never really squeaked anything unless by accident, and she clearly has the bite power to squeak anything she can fit in her mouth! I don't need them to be "indestructible", but if they'd last a week or more, we'd be tickled pink! Lately we've been throwing away 2 to 3 balls per day, which just isn't feasible financially! We get them from Target mostly, but our store only has the multi color 5 packs. They never have 5 packs of just yellow in the XS size. We know she prefers the 1.5 inch tennis balls, but she breaks the 1.75 - 1.8 inch balls slower or less easily than the 1.5 inch ones, and will happily play with them if she can't find the smaller ones. Anything bigger than 1.8 inch she can't fit in her mouth. She's 9 lbs, 1 year & 10 months old, spayed female. She's not destroyed any of the Kong Signature Sport (non-squeaky) balls yet, but they're not her favorite because they don't have that important "squish" factor! I wish pet toy companies would make a TPR, silicone or solid rubbelatex tennis ball covered in felt, but I've yet to see anything like that! She's never damaged any of her Orbee Tuff toys, even when stuffed with treats or food that don't come out easily. But they're not her go-to toys. She plays fetch very well, and tennis balls are her obsession. We have to keep them in a gallon size Ziploc bag in a drawer to keep her from taking, breaking or losing them all! Someone on the Pekingese sub posted some tiny tennis balls that were tough, but they were from an Australian pet store and they wouldn't ship them here (I tried). PetSpot or PetStop was the brand of ball... they look nearly identical to to PetSport Tuff! Of course, they could be the same quality as the Kong ones or Pekes are just less destructive with them. My own Peke never wrecks toys, including the Kong SqueakAir tennis balls. photo of Twinkie the Peke with the white Kong Signature ball included I'd definitely consider Maple to be a "Super Chewer", because she destroys normal dog toys very quickly... my poor Peke's toy collection has decreased by 30% since we got Maple. Any suggestions or recommendations? Thank you in advance! 🙌🏻 |
2024.05.22 11:37 Nyxie27 Do I need a wrap with fitted diapers?
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2024.05.20 18:07 chaos_knight_xy Boruto Boudicans Ch. 37 part 5
At once, William was at the Uchiha household, making dinner, a nice fatty dinner, one his aunt would enjoy. submitted by chaos_knight_xy to u/chaos_knight_xy [link] [comments] Sakura was tired from pregnancy, and Sarada was unavailable. Sakura sat at the couch reading a book, leaning on her husband Sasuke, who was resting. Sarada was not there for she was still returning from a mission. William was cooking a Boudican feast. Sakura smelled the food. "Mmm, the smell, when did you learn how to cook." Said William. "Back in Boudica, when my parents were alive, I've been fostered as a servant to learn skills a many different times by different types of Boudican people, farmers, traders, craftsmen, you name it, so obviously chef is one of them." William started mixing a sauce to put on the cut up Boudican lamb. "Care to try the sauce, before I put it on the lamb?" asked William. "Oh, yes please." Said Sakura with joy. William put some in a bowl with a spoon, and walked in the living room carefully. Sakura anxiosly tried the sauce. "Mmm, you're a good cook, I think I'll have you cook more than usual." Said Sakura, taking another spoon full. "You said that last time, Auntie." Said William. "But ok." Sasuke opened his eyes, from the smell of the sauce. "Sasuke, want to try this savory sauce, William will put on the lamb?" asked Sasuke. "No, I'm fine, love." Said Sasuke. "I'll have it only when it is actually on the lamb." William sat down with a serious form. "I have a question." said William. "Anything." Said Sakura, playfully. "It is a serious one." said William, firmly with eyes slit like a snake. Sasuke was already in attention. Sakura was shocked as well, but stood up. William upon seeing that, took a deep breath, than spoke. "Does Sarada know about the Uchiha Massacre?" asked William. At once, Sakura dropped the spoon to her feat, and Sasuke eyes lit up in Shock. Sakura at once looked at the spoon she dropped, shivering at once, realizing the question, William asked. Sasuke immiedietly forgot his shock, and then looked at Sakura, Sakura was shivering, very similarly in Sasuke's view, to the first time he left the village all those years back. Sasuke put his hand on Sakura's shoulder to comfort her. William showed no emotion to the reactions of his aunt and uncle. "William." Said Sakura. "Back then, when we were a lot younger, the world was completely different." She then looked William, green eyes to green eyes. "Our past, both Sasuke and I, it was full of much suffering." Said Sakura. "So much pain! William, we respect your past." The tears evaporated in her eyes at that moment. 'Respect ours, Sarada need not be burdened with such a harsh and sufferable past." Said Sakura. "Leave the past in the past." William's expression remained unchanged, but after all the Uchiha was now used to William being emotionless. "Very well, so long as you don't fully know mine." Said William. Sakura gave a weak smile. "Thank you, William." She said. "I knew you would understand." William's expression still remained unchanged. Sarada arrived home at that moment. "Mom, Dad, I'm home." Said Sarada. Sakura eyes lit up. "Sarada, you should try this sauce, William made." Said Sarada. "Speaking of sauce, I should get back to making dinner." Said William. "Need help?" asked Sarada. "If you wish, get the milk, for me, while I mix the sauce and lamb." Ordered William. William eventually finished dinner, and then everyone sat down and ate. Meanwhile, Ehou was heading home. He wanted to build up to tell his mother the truth, so he wore his normal jacket over his chain male shirt. Ehou finally got home, then opened the door. "Mom, I'm home." Said Ehou. Ehou found his mother at the table, with cold food, pouring a third glass of wine. "Mom, I'm home..." said Ehou awkwardly. Hana looked at Ehou. Ehou saw his mother's cheeks were wet from tears Ehou could not tell how long she was crying for, or why. "Are-are you alright?" asked Ehou. Hana stared at Ehou with teary and dead eyes. "What have you've been doing with the Boudican?" Asked Hana. "Training." Replied Ehou. "He is not only a great shinobi, but his aunt on his mother's side is Mrs. Sakura Uchiha." "What kind of training?" said Hana slamming the table. Ehou knew this moment would come, so he took off his coat. Revealing the metal rings of his chainmail tunic. "Mother, I'm a Boudican." Said Ehou. "Just like my father before me." "NO!" yelled Hana, taking her glass, and throwing it to the wall, glass scattered everywhere. Ehou remained unflinched, he loved his mother, yet because of his near death experience, the walking on plane of existence between life and death in Boudican battle, he did not show fear. "He was a Shinobi." Protested Hana. "So were you to be, yes, in this time of peace, you would save a cat from a tree, help old people cross the street, and..." "Mother, I am both." Said Ehou. "I am Shinobi for the Leaf, but I also swore an Oath to Lord Macduff of Fife. Father was a Boudican! My strength is proof of that." Han still remained silent. "Mother." Said Ehou. "I am powerful because of my Boudican blood and training, I saved villagers from being drowned by bandits on my own, with my own sword in one hand, and shield in the other, armor on my body." Hana looked at him with eyes teary and shocked at the same time. "You-you killed them!?" She said. Ehou couldn't lie to his mother, not anymore. "Yes." Said Ehou, with hesitation. "No, I don't believe you." Said Hana angerly. "I did Mom!" claimed Ehou. "And I feal no shame, I have done a good thing, I saved people, those bandits were evil, they were taking pleasure in harming the villagers, it was my duty to put them down, Mom, I am a true hero." Hana grinded her teeth in rage, they could crack at any moment. "Whoever my father was, he must have trained me, because before I trained with Wallace, I realized my body was trained in certain muscle areas in order to support Boudican chainmale." Said Ehou. "Yet I have no memory of him or anything younger than six." A realization had come upon his face. Ehou's expression changed from one of worry to one of sadness. "Mother." Said Ehou. Hana looked at Ehou, her rage gone, once she saw her boy's teary eyes. "Mom?" cried Ehou. "Did you wipe my memory of my father?" Hana lost it. "Go to your room!" she ordered with renewed fury. Ehou was shocked, but he now already had gotten his answer. His face was now both angry and sad at the same time. "I wasn't even hungry anyway." He said. As he approached his room, opened the door, got inside and closed it. He did his best to restrain his strength from destroying the door, when he easily could have. He heard his mother sob, all the way from the kitchen by putting his ear to his door. But Ehou didn't care. He just felt like sleeping all the stress that has occurred in his long adventurous, yet arduous day. Meanwhile, at the Uchiha house hold, William was with Sasuke in his shadow hokage office. "That is the summary of it, Uncle." Said William. "First it was black bands, who I slaid, now it was blue bands, which my partner took care of." Sasuke had his hand on his chin. "So there a pattern of bandit attacks in the Daimyo's lands, seems lik he has a huge bandit problem." Said Sasuke. "Yet he has forbade anyone including me or Naruto or any other Leaf personal from interfering, let alone told us of it.?" "Perhaps he wishes to be his own man." Said William. "Perhaps, but this is out of character, in the past, he has had a bunch of meetings with Naruto regarding politics and economy, especially discussing all the papers Naruto has lying around. But now, he rarely has these meetings set up?" explained Sasuke. "Its like he has now received new help, now the nobles in the north don't complain as much." "Do you know anything for certain, Uncle?" asked William. "Plus why did you ask me to bring you a Boudican book on fairy tales. Are you sure you could even read Latin yet." "Its part of my job, but an informant in the North has given me a Latin to the shinobi language book, and it has been of great help." Said Sasuke. "Plus I need your books, for a certain investigation I am doing." "Well, ok, Uncle." Replied William. "Is there anything else, before I go home?" "Just one, thing, you gave assumptions." Said Sasuke. "But why do you personally think the reason the Daimyo is relying on Boudicans to do his bandit problem?" William thought for a second. "Well, with what you and Auntie had told me on suffering in regards to the past." Said William. "I hypothesize because of previous Shinobi Wars, he is frightened to deal with the major loss of life for people of Shinobi blood, so his solution is to use foreign mercenary Boudicans like the band of Macduff, so he can sacrifice foreign aliens, rather than his own people to deal with his problems, maybe that is why he does not tell you guy's of the problem, because he does not wish to put more of his people in danger." Sasuke thought about what he said. "If Sakura heard you say that, she may break your bones in order you not deal with these huge bandit operations." Remarked Sasuke. "Don't worry, Uncle, no Boudicans on my team have died, but we have had a few casualties in regards to very few wounded." Replied William. "Very good, I shall take what you said into consideration." Said Sasuke. "And nephew, I will call on you, when I need more info." "Good night, Uncle Sasuke." Said William/ 'William went home, and into bed. He was sleeping relatively fine, Until a boulder fell on him. "WILLIAM!! WILLIAM!!!" shouted Sarada with joy like a girl on Christmas. "Wake up!" Sarada was on top of William on his bed. "Did you really have to jump on me?" ask William, collecting himself. "It was the quickest way to wake you up." Argued Sarada. "Come on! Mom is going into labor!" William at once followed her. In just few moments, William found himself and Sarada sitting in chairs, waiting for the operation to be done. Sarada had taken the blanket off William's bed and was now asleep with it, using William's shoulder as a cushion. She had taken her glasses off, and put them on William's face. Sasuke was with Sakura and the doctors, helping her give birth. https://preview.redd.it/qdyfkyrsul1d1.png?width=780&format=png&auto=webp&s=445144f7a27514265386bd56e43de19aceaa1f9e "God Dammit." Thought William. "If you were going to fall asleep, you should have just taken my pillow as well." As for staying awake, it was no issue for William. He was well trained Boudican squire, a soldier, he knew how to stay awake. He did not wish to fall asleep, because he did not wish to use Sarada's head as a pillow. In his eyes, it would be unchivalrous of him to do so. For a couple of hours till morning, William stayed vigilant. At once, Shizune came out of the operating room. William woke up Sarada. "Children, Sakura has now given birth." Announced Shizune. "Let's go, oh your blanket was very soft, thank you Willy." said Sarada "Oh my glasses!" William gave back his cousin her glasses, then she entered the room first. William laid behind to fold his blanket to carry it with him back home. He then entered the room. He found the whole Uchiha family surrounding their newest member. Sasuke stood leaning over the bed, while the infant held his finger. Sarada was on the bed eyeing her newest sibling. Sarada smiled wholeheartedly at her new baby, who was her second child. William just stood there as still as stone and as quiet as one. He just watched from the edge the bedside. He saw the baby was small and had pink hair and green eyes. "What's his name?" asked Sarada. "Itachi." Smiled Sasuke. "Itachi Jr." "Welcome to the world, Itachi Jr." said Sakura with tears of joy in her eyes. Sakura finally looked at William way. "Oh, William, what do you think?" asked Sakura. William thought. "He looks like my brother, David." Said William. Sakura smiled. "You should hold him." Said Sakura "I don't think..." said William. Before he could finish, Sakura had handed over Itachi Jr. to Sarada, who then in turn handed him over William's arms. Itachi started screaming and crying, pushing at William's face. Both Sakura and Sarada gasped. "Déjà vu." Said Sasuke to himself. "Now why does this seem so familiar?" "EH, he doesn't like me." Remarked William. https://preview.redd.it/0nnd7t0vul1d1.png?width=506&format=png&auto=webp&s=f2b990906b5b8a5f8e1a03e01366421747ffdeb9 William handed Itachi over to Sasuke. "He-he'll get used to you, William, he's just shy." Said Sakura in a comforting tone. While all this happened, Ehou had finally awoken from his long sleep. He had not eaten dinner last night, for was sent to bed without any. Ehou was hungry, He was hungry for truth, more than food. "Devil in the details." Ehou thought. "There is much truth to analyze from argument last night." Ehou thought more: "Devil in the details, Devil in the details! Devil....in...the...details." At once, something in his room caught his eye, it was something in the corner of his ceiling, a weirdly shaped-X. Ehou remembered the Boudican flag, the X was the same shape as the X on the Boudican flag. How has he never noticed that before? He got out a chair and couple of books, to use as steps to reach the ceiling. He felt the marks, they were very familiar, like a block in a castle building, he would have placed as baby. He pushed on it, and it led to an attic. He reached in and found his hand on a box. He pulled out the box. He was surprised. The box had the Boudican flag on it. "Did I do this, before my memory was wiped?" asked Ehou to himself. "Should I tell Wallace? No, not right away, at least not until I get something concrete, and do a little more research." He opened the box and was shocked. He took the mysterious and weird object out. It was a strand of pink hair. "What is this?" asked Ehou. He then waved the pink hair around as if it were a flail, trying to see if it was real hair or not. It was real hair. Ehou was at a loss for words. https://preview.redd.it/tgm53a3xul1d1.png?width=447&format=png&auto=webp&s=e673b892b5185e8308e909c43a21bb451557de73 "Is this his?" thought Ehou. "Is this my father's hair!?" |
2024.05.20 07:57 Significant-Tower146 Best Chanel Earmuffs
submitted by Significant-Tower146 to u/Significant-Tower146 [link] [comments] https://preview.redd.it/yl4y2a9uti1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=886de7c702a74d214a0d9e0e0fcb4cf12bb37007 Get ready to dive into the world of luxury with our Chanel Earmuffs roundup! In this article, we've handpicked some of the most stylish and comfortable earmuffs available today, all infused with the iconic Chanel touch. From sleek leather designs to bold, statement-making colors, our selection is sure to impress even the most discerning fashion enthusiasts. Come explore the perfect blend of warmth, style, and sophistication that Chanel Earmuffs have to offer. The Top 9 Best Chanel Earmuffs
Reviews🔗Luxurious Coach Shearling Earmuffs - Raccoon Colorhttps://preview.redd.it/0gucxgouti1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=5c62ebcbdc6c28c688f2e414655ce02134a3077f I recently got my hands on these stylish earmuffs and let me tell you, they did not disappoint. The Coach raccoon earmuffs in black and white are made of high-quality sheep shearling fur and are perfect for those chilly winter days. One size fits all, making them a convenient purchase for people of all ages. The off-white leather trim on the silver balls adds a touch of luxury, giving them an overall premium look. The earmuffs measure 4 inches in diameter or 12 inches in circumference, providing a comfy fit for everyone. The most impressive part is the soft 100% Merino wool body, which not only looks great but also feels incredibly cozy. They come with the original Coach box and are in excellent condition with no flaws or issues. Overall, these earmuffs are a perfect blend of style and warmth, making them a must-have accessory for your winter wardrobe. I paid $140 after tax for mine, but I'd happily recommend them to anyone looking for a high-quality earmuff. 🔗Luxurious Leather Earmuffs - Brown Shearlinghttps://preview.redd.it/hhbpx4zuti1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=808e2cf0fd544598806b69994e875c74738f085c I recently tried the Surell earmuffs, and let me tell you, they've become a staple in my daily life. Made of rich, genuine 100% lamb shearling, these earmuffs not only kept my ears warm during the cold winter months but also added a touch of style to my outfits. Plus, their dry clean-only feature makes them perfect for those who value simplicity when it comes to taking care of their belongings. Despite the high price tag, I believe these earmuffs are worth every penny – a perfect luxury accessory for the fashion-focused individual. 🔗Comfy Chanel-inspired Faux Fur Earmuffshttps://preview.redd.it/vjr864avti1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=83a52c1854910b1e4535b43009815b2b24d3703d In my quest for stylish and comfortable earmuffs, I stumbled upon the Surell Surrell Rex Rabbit Faux Fur Earmuff - Black. I was instantly drawn to their sleek design and the thought of cozying up with a touch of luxury. The earmuffs are crafted from fluffy faux beaver fur, making them not only attractive but also warm and comfortable. One of the features that stood out to me was the well-thought-out construction. The headband is sturdy and solid, ensuring a snug and comfortable fit, and it doesn't dig into my head. The acrylic and polyester blend used in the fur provides the perfect balance of softness and warmth, keeping my ears toasty even on biting cold days. However, there is one downside - the sizing can be a bit tricky. Some customers reported that the fit was a little too tight, leading to discomfort. But overall, the Surell Surrell Rex Rabbit Faux Fur Earmuffs are a practical and chic choice for anyone looking for a touch of luxury in their winter wardrobe. 🔗Black Tonal Shearling Earmuffs by Burberryhttps://preview.redd.it/qb5or4mvti1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=b44319202a0406bbd924b99fa561db10135d8260 The Burberry Tonal Shearling Earmuffs in Black might just be the perfect addition to your winter wardrobe. I've been using them for the past few weeks, and I must say, they've become my go-to accessory. The first thing that struck me about them was the quality of the materials. The earmuffs are made from a blend of sheepskin and shearling, which not only look great, but also feel incredibly cozy and warm on your ears. This high-quality combination ensures they're perfect for those chilly winter days. One of the features I appreciate the most is the adjustable fit. They come with a slider, which allows you to easily customize the size to fit your head comfortably. It's a small detail, but it makes a huge difference when you're trying to stay warm and comfortable outside. However, there have been a couple of minor drawbacks. The earmuffs can be a bit tricky to slip on and off due to the adjustable fit mechanism. It might take a little getting used to, but once you've got it down, it shouldn't be an issue. Overall, the Burberry Tonal Shearling Earmuffs in Black are a fantastic choice for anyone looking for a stylish and practical way to keep their ears toasty this winter. Despite the minor inconvenience of slipping them on and off, the quality and warmth they offer make up for it. 🔗Burberry Kids' Check Fleece Earmuffs with Teddy Fleece Comforthttps://preview.redd.it/8anwwbxvti1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=de6c01483e07e67270ad01147373c3bb1394a2d8 I have been an avid fan of Burberry for years, and when I saw their iconic check pattern on these Burberry Kid's Check Fleece Earmuffs, I knew I had to try them out. These earmuffs provided the perfect balance of style and comfort for my kids. The quality of the earmuffs had me sold right away, as they are lined with soft fleece that feels fantastic against their little ears. I also love how versatile they are; they can be worn by both boys and girls, making them suitable for the whole family. The flexible headband is a game-changer, as it ensures a perfect fit without feeling constricting or uncomfortable. My kids never complain about wearing these earmuffs, which is a definite bonus. However, one drawback I noticed was that the earmuffs do not come in many different colors, limiting the range of options for discerning customers. But overall, these Burberry Earmuffs are a great addition to our winter wardrobe, offering both fashion and protection from the cold. 🔗Fashionable CC Sherpa Fur Earmuffs in Ivoryhttps://preview.redd.it/4xdu83ewti1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=9f7c819a5610868ef6ea067e6ae54f4841617234 I recently had the chance to try out the CC Beanie Sherpa Fur Earmuffs in Ivory color, and I must say, they're an essential addition to my winter wardrobe. The earmuffs are incredibly cozy, thanks to their luxuriously soft faux fur lining that feels like a warm embrace in these chilly months. What really stood out for me was how adjustable they are for a perfect fit, making them suitable for both adults and kids alike. I appreciate the fact that they're versatile - I've been wearing them when running errands, at playdates, and even when just lounging around the house. However, there are a couple of things I noticed. Firstly, because they're hand-dyed, the color might vary slightly from one pair to another. Secondly, the dimensions might differ slightly due to the manual measurement process, so it's worth bearing these things in mind when you're purchasing them. All in all, the CC Beanie Sherpa Fur Earmuffs provide fantastic warmth and style combined. You can rest assured knowing they're made from authentic CC brand quality and are relatively easy to care for – just remember to hand wash and lay flat to dry. 🔗Warm Ear Chenille Earmuffs in Eye-catching Wine by Inchttps://preview.redd.it/rovhg3vwti1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=7106bacac42dcb6dc8ee71de5c43c2fdd15c783a My first impression of the Inc International Concepts Chenille Earmuffs in Wine was the softness of the material. The faux fur and shell were comfortable on my ears, and I loved the filling made of polyester that added to the warmth. I appreciated how these chenille earmuffs could fit most people, making them a great investment for anyone who wants to stay toasty. Using them has been a cozy experience, and I don't mind at all that they're named after the prestigious fashion house Chanel. Overall, the comfort they provide and the warmth they bring make them an excellent choice for keeping ears warm during colder days. 🔗Stylish Cable Knit Earmuffs for Warmth and Comforthttps://preview.redd.it/vbz1l45xti1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=353ff0ec5de5d8c5d551e5a95533a751ff59e1a8 When I first tried the CC Cable Knit Earmuffs, I was struck by the softness of the Sherpa lining and the coziness it provided. The adjustable fit made it easy to wear, and the flattering design meant I felt good while wearing them. 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2024.05.14 18:08 Mophandel Archaeotherium, the King of the White River Badlands
Art by Bob Nicholls submitted by Mophandel to badassanimals [link] [comments] Nowadays, when we envision the words “prey,” among modern mammalian fauna, few taxa come to mind as quickly as the hoofed mammals, better known as the ungulates. Indeed, for the better part of their entire evolutionary history, the ungulates have become entirely indistinguishable from the term “prey.” Across their two major modern branches, the artiodactyls (the “even-toed ungulates,” such as bovids, pigs, deer, hippos and giraffes) and the perissodactyls (the “odd-toed ungulates,” including horses, rhinos and tapir), the ungulates too have created an empire spanning nearly every continent, establishing themselves as the the dominant herbivores throughout their entire range. However, as a price for such success, their lot as herbivores have forced them into an unenviable position: being the food for the predators. Indeed, throughout the diets of most modern predators, ungulates make up the majority, if not the entirety, of their diet, becoming their counterparts in this evolutionary dance of theirs. They have become the lamb to their wolf, the zebra to their lion, the stag to their tiger. If there is a predator in need of lunch, chances are that there is an ungulate there to provide it. Of course, such a dynamic is not necessarily a recent innovation. For the last 15-20 million years, across much of the world, both new and old, the ungulates have served as prey for these predators through it all. Over the course of whole epochs, these two groups have played into these roles for millions of years, coevolving with each other in an eons-long game of cat-and-mouse. The shoes they fill are not new, but have existed for ages, and within their niches they have cultivated their roles to perfection. Indeed, with such a tenured history, it seems hardly surprising the ungulates are wholly inseparable from the terms “prey,” itself. However, while this is the case now, as it has been for the last 15-20 million years, go back far enough, and we see that this dynamic is not as set in stone as we would think. Indeed, back during the Eocene and Oligocene, during the very earliest days of age of mammals, things were very different for the ungulates. While today they are considered little more than food for modern predators, during these olden days, the ungulates weren’t quite so benign. In fact, far from being fodder for top predators, the ungulates had turned the tables, instead becoming top predators themselves. Indeed, though nearly unheard of today, throughout much of the Eocene and Oligocene, carnivorous ungulates thrived in abundance, developing specializations for catching large prey and establishing themselves as top predators that competed alongside the more traditional carnivores, and even dominating them in some instances. Given such success, it’s no wonder that multiple such clades had arisen during this time. Such predators included the arctocyonids, a lineage of (ironically) hoof-less ungulates with large jaws and sharp teeth for capturing large prey. There were also the mesonychians, a lineage of dog-like ungulates with massive skulls and jaws that allowed them to reign as the top predator across much of the Eocene. However, among these various lineages, one stands stands out among the rest, by far. Arising during the Eocene, this lineage, though superficially resembling modern pigs, hailed from one an ancient lineage of artiodactyls far removed from swine or most other ungulates in general, with few close relatives alive today. Through perhaps not the most predatory of the bunch, it was among the most formidable, as their superficially pig-like appearance came with giant predatory jaws and teeth unlike anything from the modern era. And of course, as if all of that wasn’t enough, this lineage also went on to earn arguably one of the most badass nicknames of any lineage of mammals, period. These predators, of course, were the entelodonts, a.k.a the “hell-pigs.” More so than any other predatory ungulate lineage, these formidable ungulates were the ones to turn the current paradigm upside down, becoming some of the largest and most dominant carnivores in their landscape, even with (and often in spite of) the presence of more traditional predators. Through impressive size, fearsome teeth and sheer tenacity, these animals became the top dogs of their time, ruling as behemoth-kings of their Paleogene kingdoms, domineering all comers, and throughout the ranks, one entelodont in particular demonstrated such dominance the best. Though not the largest or most powerful of their kind, it is one of the most iconic, being among the most well-known members of its lineage to date. Moreover, this enteledont also has some of the most complete life histories ever seen out of this clade, with its brutality and predatory prowess being displayed in the fossil record in a way seen in no other member of its kind. More than anything else, however, it was this predator that best turned the notion of “ungulates being prey” on its head, living in an environment that bore some of the largest carnivoran hypercarnivores to date and still reigning as the undisputed top predator of its domain. This fearsome beast was none other than Archaeotherium, icon of the entelodonts, terror of the Oligocene American west and undisputed king of the White River badlands. The rise of Archaeotherium (and of entelodonts in general) is closely tied to the ascendancy of carnivorous ungulates as a whole, one of the earliest evolutionary success stories of the entire Cenozoic. Having become their own derived clade since the late Cretaceous, the ungulates were remarkably successful during the early Paleogene, as they were among the first mammalian clades to reach large sizes during those early days after the non-avian dinosaurs had gone extinct. As such, it was with incredible swiftness that, as the Paleogene progressed, the ungulates swooped upon the various niches left empty by the K-Pg mass extinction that killed the dinosaurs. This of course included the herbivorous niches we would know them for today, but this also included other, much more carnivore roles. Indeed, early on during the Paleogene, it was the ungulates that first seized the roles of large mammalian predators, becoming some the earliest large mammalian carnivores to ever live, well before even the carnivorans. Such predators included the arctocyonids, a lineage of vaguely dog-like, hoof-less ungulates with robust jaws and sharpened teeth that acted as some of earliest large carnivores of the Paleocene, with genera such as Arctocyon mumak getting up to the size of big cats. Even more prolific were the mesonychids. More so than what pretty much any other lineage of predator, it was the mesonychids that would stand out as the earliest dominant predators of the early Cenozoic. Growing up to the size of bears and with enormous, bone-crushing jaws, the mesonychids were among the most powerful and successful predators on the market at that time, with a near-global range and being capable of subjugating just about any other predator in their environments. Indeed, they, along with other carnivorous ungulates (as well as ungulates in general), were experiencing a golden age during this time, easily being the most prolific predators of the age. Given such prevalence, it should be no surprise that there would be yet another lineage of predatory ungulates would throw their hat into the ring, and by early Eocene, that contender would none other than the entelodonts. The very first entelodonts had arisen from artiodactyl ancestors during the Eocene epoch, at a time when artiodactyls were far more diverse and bizarre than they are now. Through today known from their modern herbivorous representatives such as bovines, deer, and antelope, during the Paleocene and Eocene, the artiodacyls, as with most ungulates of that time, were stronger and far more predaceous, particularly when it came to one such clade of artiodactyls, the cetacodontamorphs. Only known today from hippos and another group of artiodactyls (one which will become relevant later), the cetacodantomorphs emerged out of Asia around 55 million years ago, at around the same time that artiodactyls themselves had made their debut. These animals included the first truly predatory artiodactyls, with many of them possessing large skulls with powerful jaws and sharp, predatory teeth. Among their ranks included animals as puny as Indohyus, a piscivorous artiodactyl the size of a cat, to as formidable as Andrewsarchus, a giant, bison-sized predator often touted as one of the largest predatory mammals to ever live. Given such a predatory disposition, it wouldn’t be long until this clade produced a lineage of truly diverse, truly successful predators, and by around 40 million years ago, that is exactly what they did, as it was at that time that the entelodonts themselves first emerged. From their Asian homeland, the entelodonts spread across the world, spreading through not only most of Eurasia but also colonizing North America as well, with genera such as Brachyhyops being found across both continents. Here, in this North American frontier, the entelodonts began to diversify further, turning into their most successful and formidable forms yet, and it was around the late Eocene and early Oligocene that Archaeotherium itself had entered the scene. Just from a passing glance at Archaeotherium, it is clear how exactly it (as well as the other entelodonts) earned the nickname of “hell-pigs.” It was a bruiser for starters; its body bore a robust, pig-like physique, with prominent neural spines and their associated musculature forming a hump around the shoulder region, similar to the hump of a bison. With such a bulky physique came with it impressive size; the average A. mortoni had a head-body length of roughly 1.6-2.0 m (5.3-6.6 ft), a shoulder height of 1.2 m (4 ft) and a body mass of around 180 kg (396 lb) in weight (Boardman & Secord, 2013; Joeckel, 1990). At such sizes, an adult Archaeotherium the size of a large male black bear. However, they had the potential to get even bigger. While most Archaeotherium specimens were around the size described above, a select few specimens, labeled under the synonymous genus “Megachoerus,” are found to be much larger, with skulls getting up to 66% longer than average A. mortoni specimens (Foss, 2001; Joeckel, 1990). At such sizes and using isometric scaling, such massive Archaeotherium specimens would attained body lengths over 2.5 m (8.2 ft) and would have reached weighs well over 500 kg (1100 lb), or as big as a mature male polar bear. Indeed, at such sizes, it is already abundantly evident that Archaeotherium is a force to be recorded with. However, there was more to these formidable animals than sheer size alone. Behind all that bulk was an astoundingly swift and graceful predator, especially in terms of locomotion. Indeed, the hoofed feet of Archaeotherium, along with other entelodonts, sported several adaptations that gave it incredible locomotive efficiency, essentially turning it into a speed demon of the badlands. Such adaptations include longer distal leg elements (e.g. the radius and tibia) than their proximal counterparts (e.g. the humerus and femur), fusion of the radius and ulna for increased running efficiency, the loss of the clavicle (collar-bone) to allow for greater leg length, the loss of the acromion to enhance leg movement along the fore-and-aft plane, the loss of digits to reduce the mass of the forelimb, the fusion of the ectocuneiform and the mesocuneiform wrist-bones, among many other such traits (Theodore, 1996) . Perhaps most significant of these adaptations is the evolution of the “double-pulley astragalus (ankle-bone),” a specialized modification of the ankle that, while restricting rotation and side-to-side movement at the ankle-joint, allows for greater rotation in the fore-and-aft direction, thus allowing for more more powerful propulsion from the limbs, faster extension and retraction of the limbs and overall greater locomotive efficiency (Foss, 2001). Of course, such a trait was not only found in entelodonts but in artiodactyls as a whole, likely being a response to predatory pressures from incumbent predatory clades arising at the same time as the artiodactyls (Foss, 2001). However, in the case of the entelodonts, such adaptations were not used for merely escaping predators. Rather, they were used to for another, much more lethal effect… Such notions are further reinforced by the entelodonts most formidable aspect, none either than their fearsome jaws, and in this respect, Archaeotherium excelled. Both for its size and in general, the head of Archaeotherium was massive, measuring 40-50 cm (1.3-1.6 ft) in length among average A. mortoni specimens, to up to 78 cm (~2.6 ft) in the larger “Megachoerus” specimens (Joeckel, 1990). Such massive skulls were supported and supplemented by equally massive neck muscles and ligaments, which attached to massive neural spines on the anterior thoracic vertebrae akin to a bisons hump as well as to the sternum, allowing Archaeotherium to keep its head aloft despite the skulls massive size (Effinger, 1998). Of course, with such a massive skull, it should come as no surprise that such skulls housed exceptionally formidable jaws as well, and indeed, the bite of Archaeotherium was an especially deadly one. Its zygomatic arches (cheek-bones) and its temporal fossa were enlarged and expanded, indicative of massive temporalis muscles that afforded Archaeotherium astoundingly powerful bites (Joeckel, 1990). This is further augmented by Archaeotherium’s massive jugal flanges (bony projections of the cheek), which supported powerful masseter muscles which enhanced chewing and mastication, as well as an enlarged postorbital bar that reinforced the skull against torsional stresses (Foss, 2001). Last but not least, powerful jaws are supplemented by an enlarged gape, facilitated by a low coronoid process and enlarged posterior mandibular tubercles (bony projections originating from the lower jaw), which provided an insertion site for sternum-to-mandible jaw abduction muscles, allowing for a more forceful opening of the jaw (Foss, 2001). All together, such traits suggest a massive and incredibly fearsome bite, perhaps the most formidable of any animal in its environment. Of course, none of such traits are especially indicative of a predatory lifestyle. Indeed, many modern non-predatory ungulates, like hippos, pigs and peccaries, also possess large, formidable skulls and jaws. However, in peeling back the layers, it is found there was more to the skull of Archaeotherium that lies in store. Indeed, when inspecting the animal closely, a unique mosaic of features is revealed; traits that make it out to be much more lethal than the average artiodactyl. On one hand, Archaeotherium possessed many traits similar to those of herbivores animals, as is expected of ungulates. For instance, its jaw musculature that allowed the lower jaw of Archaeotherium a full side-to-side chewing motion as in herbivores (whereas most carnivores can only move their lower jaw up and down)(Effinger, 1998). On the other hand, Archaeotherium wielded many other traits far more lethal in their morphology, less akin to a herbivore and far more akin to a bonafide predator. For instance, the aforementioned enlarged gape of Archaeotherium is a bizarre trait on a supposed herbivore, as such animals do not need large gapes to eat vegetation and thus have smaller, more restricted gapes. Conversely, many predatory lineages have comparatively large gapes, as larger gapes allow for the the jaws to grab on to more effectively larger objects, namely large prey animals (Joeckel, 1990). Such a juxtaposition, however, is most evident when discussing the real killing instruments of Archaeotherium — the teeth. More so than any facet of this animal, the teeth of Archaeotherium are the real stars of the show, showing both how alike it was compared to its herbivores counterparts and more importantly, how it couldn’t be more different. For instance, the molars of Archaeotherium were quite similar to modern herbivores ungulates, in that they were robust, bunodont, and were designed for crushing and grinding, similar in form and function to modern ungulates like peccaries (Joeckel, 1990). However, while the molars give the impression that Archaeotherium was a herbivore, the other teeth tell a very different story. The incisors, for example, were enlarged, sharpened, and fully interlocked (as opposed to the flat-topped incisors seen in herbivores ungulates), creating an incisor array that was seemingly ill-suited for cropping vegetation and much more adept at for gripping, puncturing and cutting (Joeckel, 1990). Even more formidable were the canines. Like the modern pigs from which entelodonts derived their nicknames, the canines of Archaeotherium were sharp and enlarged to form prominent tusk-like teeth, but unlike pigs, they were rounded in cross-section (similar to modern carnivores like big cats, indicating more durable canines that can absorb and resist torsional forces, such as those from struggling prey) and were serrated to form a distinct cutting edge (Effinger, 1998; Joeckel, 1990; Ruff & Van Valkenburgh, 1987). These canines, along with the incisors, interlock to stabilize the jaws while biting and dismantling in a carnivore-like fashion. More strikingly, the canines also seem to act as “occlusal guides,” wherein the canines help align the movement and position of the rear teeth as they come together, allowing for a more efficient shearing action by the rear teeth. This function is seen most prevalently modern carnivorous mammals, and is evidenced by the canine tooth-wear, which is also analogous to modern predators like bears and canids (Joeckel, 1990). Indeed, going off such teeth alone, it is clear that Archaeotherium is far more predatory than expected of an ungulate. However, the real stars of the show, the teeth that truly betray the predatory nature of these ungulates, are the premolars. Perhaps the most carnivore-like teeth in the entelodont’s entire tooth row, the premolars of Archaeotherium, particularly the anterior premolars, are laterally compressed, somewhat conical in shape, and are weakly serrated to bear a cutting edge, giving them a somewhat carnivorous form and function of shearing and slicing (Effinger, 1998). Most strikingly of all, the premolars of Archaeotherium bear unique features similar not to modern herbivores, but to durophagous carnivores like hyenas, particularly apical wear patterns, highly thickened enamel, “zigzag-shaped” enamel prism layers (Hunter-Schraeger bands) on the premolars which is also seen in osteophagous animals like hyenas, and an interlocking premolar interface wherein linear objects (such as bones) inserted into jaws from the side would be pinned between the premolars and crushed (Foss, 2001). Taken together, these features do not suggest a diet of grass or vegetation like other ungulates. Rather, they suggest a far more violent diet, one including flesh as well as hard, durable foods, particularly bone. All in all, the evidence is clear. Archaeotherium and other entelodonts, unlike the rest of their artiodactyl kin, were not the passive herbivores as we envision ungulates today. Rather, they were willing, unrepentant meat-eaters that had a taste for flesh as well as foliage. Of course, even with such lines of evidence, its hard to conclude that Archaeotherium was a true predator. After all, its wide gape and durophagous teeth could have just as easily been used for scavenging or even to eat tough plant matter such as seeds or nuts, as in peccaries and pigs, which themselves share many of the same adaptations as Archaeotherium, include the more carnivorous ones (e.g. the wide gape, using the canines as an occlusal guide, etc.). How exactly do we know that these things were veritable predators and not pretenders to the title. To this end, there is yet one last piece of evidence, one that puts on full display the predatory prowess of Archaeotherium —evidence of a kill itself. Found within oligocene-aged sediment in what is now Wyoming, a collection of various fossil remains was found, each belonging to the ancient sheep-sized camel Poebrotherium, with many of the skeletal remains being disarticulated and even missing whole hindlimbs or even entire rear halves of their body. Tellingly, many of the remains bear extensive bite marks and puncture wounds across their surface. Upon close examination, the spacing and size of the punctures leave only one culprit: Archaeotherium. Of course, such an event could still have been scavenging; the entelodonts were consuming the remains of already dead, decomposed camels, explaining the bite marks. What was far more telling, however, was where the bite marks were found. In addition bite marks being found on the torso and lumbar regions of the camels, various puncture wounds were found on the skull and neck, which were otherwise uneaten. Scavengers rarely feast on the head to begin with; there is very little worthwhile meat on it besides the brain, cheek-muscles and eyes, and even if they did feed on the skull and neck, they would still eat it wholesale, not merely bite it and then leave it otherwise untouched. Indeed, it was clear that this was no mere scavenging event. Rather than merely consuming these camels, Archaeotherium was actively preying upon and killing them, dispatching them via a crushing bite to the skull or neck before dismembering and even bisecting the hapless camels with their powerful jaws to preferentially feast on their hindquarters (likely by swallowing the hindquarters whole, as the pelvis of Poebrotherium was coincidentally the perfect width for Archaeotherium to devour whole), eventually discarding the leftovers in meat caches for later consumption (Sundell, 1999). With this finding, such a feat of brutality leaves no doubt in ones mind as to what the true nature of Archaeotherium was. This was no herbivore, nor was it a simple scavenger. This was an active, rapacious predator, the most powerful in its entire ecosystem. Indeed, with such brutal evidence of predation frozen in time, combined with various dental, cranial, and post cranial adaptations of this formidable animal, it’s possible to paint a picture of how this formidable creature lived. Though an omnivore by trade, willing and able to feast on plant matter such as grass, roots and tubers, Archaeotherium was also a wanton predator that took just about any prey it wanted. Upon detecting its prey, it approached its vicim from ambush before launching itself at blazing speed. From there, its cursorial, hoofed legs, used by other ungulates for escape predation, were here employed to capture prey, carrying it at great speeds as it caught up to its quarry. Having closed the distance with its target, it was then that the entelodont brought its jaws to bear, grabbing hold of the victim with powerful jaws and gripping teeth to bring it to a screeching halt. If the victim is lucky, Archaeotherium will then kill it quickly with a crushing bite to the skull or neck, puncturing the brain or spinal cord and killing its target instantly. If not, the victim is eaten alive, torn apart while it’s still kicking, as modern boars will do today. In any case, incapacitated prey are subsequently dismantled, with the entelodont using its entire head and heavily-muscled necks to bite into and pull apart its victim in devastating “puncture-and pull’ bites (Foss, 2001). Prey would then finally be consumed starting at the hindquarters, with not even the bones of its prey being spared. Such brutality, though far from clean, drove home a singular truth: that during this time, ungulates were not just prey, that they were not the mere “predator-fodder” we know them as today. rather, they themselves were the predators themselves, dominating as superb hunters within their domain and even suppressing clades we know as predators today, least of all the carnivorans. Indeed, during this point in time, the age of the carnivorous ungulates had hit their stride, and more specifically, the age of entelodonts had begun. Of course, more so than any other entelodont, Archaeotherium took to this new age with gusto. Archaeotherium lived from 35-28 million years ago during the late Eocene and early Oligocene in a locality known today as the White River Badlands, a fossil locality nestled along the Great Plains and Rocky Mountains. Though a chalky, barren landscape today, during the time of Archaeotherium, the White River Badlands was a swamp-like floodplain crisscrossed with rivers and interspersed with by a mosaic of forests concentrated around waterways, open woodlands and open plains. As with most ecosystems with such a lush disposition, this locale teemed with life, with ancient hornless rhinos, small horse-like hyracodonts and early camels roaming the open habitats while giant brontotheres, small early horses and strange, sheep-like ungulates called merycoidodonts (also known as “oreodonts”) dwelled within the dense forests. Within this locale, Archaeotherium stalked the open woodlands and riparian forests of its domain. Here, it acted as a dominant predator and scavenger across is territory, filling a niche similar to modern grizzly bears but far more predatory. Among its preferred food items would be plant matter such as roots, foliage and nuts, but also meat in the form of carrion or freshly caught prey. In this respect, smaller ungulates such as the fleet-footed camel Poebrotherium, a known prey item of Archaeotherium, would have made a for choice prey, as its small size would make it easy for Archaeotherium to dispatch with its powerful jaws, while the entelodonts swift legs gave it the speed necessary to keep pace with its agile prey. However, the entelodont didn’t have such a feast all to itself. Just as the badlands teemed with herbivores, so too did it teem with rival predators. Among their ranks included fearsome predators such as Hyaenodon, a powerful, vaguely dog-like predator up to the size of wolves (as in H. horridus) or even lions (as in the Eocene-aged H. megaloides, which was replaced by H. horridus during the Oligocene). Armed with a massive head, fierce jaws and a set of knife-like teeth that could cut down even large prey in seconds, these were some of the most formidable predators on the landscape. There were also the nimravids, cat-like carnivorans that bore saber-teeth to kill large prey in seconds, and included the likes of the lynx-sized Dinictis, the leopard-sized Hoplophoneus and even the jaguar-sized Eusmilus. Furthermore, there were amphicyonids, better known as the bear-dogs. Though known from much larger forms later on in their existence, during the late Eocene and Oligocene, they were much smaller and acted as the “canid-analogues” of the ecosystem, filling a role similar to wolves or coyotes. Last but not least, there were the bathornithid birds, huge cariamiform birds related to modern seriemas but much larger, which filled a niche similar to modern seriemas or secretary birds, albeit on a much larger scale. Given such competition, it would seem that Archaeotherium would have its hands full. However, things are not as they appear. For starters, habitat differences would mitigate high amounts of competition, as both Hyaenodon and the various nimravids occupy more specialized ecological roles (being a plains-specialist and forest-specialist, respectively) than did Archaeotherium, providing a buffer to stave off competition: More importantly, however, none of the aforementioned predators were simply big enough to take Archaeotherium on. During the roughly 7 million years existence of Archaeotherium, the only carnivore that matched it in size was H. megaloides, and even that would have an only applied to average A. mortoni individuals, not to the much larger, bison-sized “Megachoerus” individuals. The next largest predator at that point would be the jaguars-sized Eusmilus (specifically E. adelos) which would have only been a bit more than half the size of even an average A. mortoni. Besides that, virtually every other predator on the landscape was simply outclassed by the much larger entelodont in terms of size and brute strength. As such, within its domain, Archaeotherium had total, unquestioned authority, dominating the other predators in the landscape and likely stealing their kills as well. In fact, just about the only threat Archaeotherium had was other Archaeotherium, as fossil bite marks suggest that this animal regularly and fraglantly engaged in intraspecific combat, usually through face-biting and possibly even jaw-wrestling (Effinger, 1998; Tanke & Currie, 1998). Nevertheless, it was clear that Archaeotherium was the undisputed king of the badlands; in a landscape of hyaenodonts and carnivorans galore, it was a hoofed ungulate that reigned supreme. However, such a reign would not last. As the Eocene transitioned into the Eocene, the planet underwent an abrupt cooling and drying phase known as Eocene-Oligocene Transition or more simply the Grande Coupure. This change in climate would eliminate the sprawling wetlands and river systems that Archaeotherium had been depending on, gradually replacing it with drier and more open habitats. To its credit, Archaeotherium did manage to hang on, persisting well after the Grand-Coupure had taken place, but in the end the damage had been done; Archaeotherium was a dead-man-walking. Eventually, by around 28 million years ago, Archaeotherium would go extinct, perishing due to this change in global climate (Gillham, 2019). Entelodonts as a whole would persist into the Miocene, producing some of their largest forms ever known in the form of the bison-sized Daeodon (which was itself even more carnivorous than Archaeotherium), however they too would meet the same fate as their earlier cousins. By around 15-20 million years ago, entelodonts as a whole would go extinct. However, while the entelodonts may have perished, this was not the end of carnivorous ungulates as a whole. Recall that the cetacodontamorphs, the lineage of artiodactyls that produced the entelodonts, left behind two living descendants. The first among them were the hippos, themselves fairly frequent herbivores. The second of such lineage, however, was a different story. Emerging out of South Asia, this lineage of piscivorous cetacodontamorphs, in a an attempt to further specialize for the fish-hunting lifestyle, began to delve further and further into the water, becoming more and more aquatic and the millennia passed by. At a certain point, these carnivorous artiodactlys had become something completely unrecognizable from their original hoofed forms. Their skin became hairless and their bodies became streamlined for life in water. Their hoofed limbs grew into giant flippers for steering in the water and their previously tiny tails became massive and sported giant tail flukes for aquatic propulsion. Their noses even moved to the tip of their head, becoming a blowhole that would be signature to this clade as a whole. Indeed, this clade was none other than the modern whales, themselves derived, carnivorous ungulates that had specialized for a life in the water, and in doing so, became the some of the most dominant aquatic predators across the globe for millions of years. Indeed, though long gone, the legacy of the entelodonts and of predatory ungulates as a whole, a legacy Archaeotherium itself had helped foster, lives on in these paragons of predatory prowess, showing that the ungulates are more than just the mere “prey” that they are often made out to be. Moreover, given the success that carnivorous ungulates had enjoyed in the past and given how modern omnivorous ungulates like boar dabble in predation themselves, perhaps, in the distant future, this planet may see the rise of carnivorous ungulates once again, following in the footsteps left behind by Archaeotherium and the other predatory ungulates all those millions of years ago. |
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2024.05.14 16:25 Mophandel Archaeotherium, the King of the White River Badlands
Art by Bob Nicholls submitted by Mophandel to Naturewasmetal [link] [comments] Nowadays, when we envision the words “prey,” among modern mammalian fauna, few taxa come to mind as quickly as the hoofed mammals, better known as the ungulates. Indeed, for the better part of their entire evolutionary history, the ungulates have become entirely indistinguishable from the term “prey.” Across their two major modern branches, the artiodactyls (the “even-toed ungulates,” such as bovids, pigs, deer, hippos and giraffes) and the perissodactyls (the “odd-toed ungulates,” including horses, rhinos and tapir), the ungulates too have created an empire spanning nearly every continent, establishing themselves as the the dominant herbivores throughout their entire range. However, as a price for such success, their lot as herbivores have forced them into an unenviable position: being the food for the predators. Indeed, throughout the diets of most modern predators, ungulates make up the majority, if not the entirety, of their diet, becoming their counterparts in this evolutionary dance of theirs. They have become the lamb to their wolf, the zebra to their lion, the stag to their tiger. If there is a predator in need of lunch, chances are that there is an ungulate there to provide it. Of course, such a dynamic is not necessarily a recent innovation. For the last 15-20 million years, across much of the world, both new and old, the ungulates have served as prey for these predators through it all. Over the course of whole epochs, these two groups have played into these roles for millions of years, coevolving with each other in an eons-long game of cat-and-mouse. The shoes they fill are not new, but have existed for ages, and within their niches they have cultivated their roles to perfection. Indeed, with such a tenured history, it seems hardly surprising the ungulates are wholly inseparable from the terms “prey,” itself. However, while this is the case now, as it has been for the last 15-20 million years, go back far enough, and we see that this dynamic is not as set in stone as we would think. Indeed, back during the Eocene and Oligocene, during the very earliest days of age of mammals, things were very different for the ungulates. While today they are considered little more than food for modern predators, during these olden days, the ungulates weren’t quite so benign. In fact, far from being fodder for top predators, the ungulates had turned the tables, instead becoming top predators themselves. Indeed, though nearly unheard of today, throughout much of the Eocene and Oligocene, carnivorous ungulates thrived in abundance, developing specializations for catching large prey and establishing themselves as top predators that competed alongside the more traditional carnivores, and even dominating them in some instances. Given such success, it’s no wonder that multiple such clades had arisen during this time. Such predators included the arctocyonids, a lineage of (ironically) hoof-less ungulates with large jaws and sharp teeth for capturing large prey. There were also the mesonychians, a lineage of dog-like ungulates with massive skulls and jaws that allowed them to reign as the top predator across much of the Eocene. However, among these various lineages, one stands stands out among the rest, by far. Arising during the Eocene, this lineage, though superficially resembling modern pigs, hailed from one an ancient lineage of artiodactyls far removed from swine or most other ungulates in general, with few close relatives alive today. Through perhaps not the most predatory of the bunch, it was among the most formidable, as their superficially pig-like appearance came with giant predatory jaws and teeth unlike anything from the modern era. And of course, as if all of that wasn’t enough, this lineage also went on to earn arguably one of the most badass nicknames of any lineage of mammals, period. These predators, of course, were the entelodonts, a.k.a the “hell-pigs.” More so than any other predatory ungulate lineage, these formidable ungulates were the ones to turn the current paradigm upside down, becoming some of the largest and most dominant carnivores in their landscape, even with (and often in spite of) the presence of more traditional predators. Through impressive size, fearsome teeth and sheer tenacity, these animals became the top dogs of their time, ruling as behemoth-kings of their Paleogene kingdoms, domineering all comers, and throughout the ranks, one entelodont in particular demonstrated such dominance the best. Though not the largest or most powerful of their kind, it is one of the most iconic, being among the most well-known members of its lineage to date. Moreover, this enteledont also has some of the most complete life histories ever seen out of this clade, with its brutality and predatory prowess being displayed in the fossil record in a way seen in no other member of its kind. More than anything else, however, it was this predator that best turned the notion of “ungulates being prey” on its head, living in an environment that bore some of the largest carnivoran hypercarnivores to date and still reigning as the undisputed top predator of its domain. This fearsome beast was none other than Archaeotherium, icon of the entelodonts, terror of the Oligocene American west and undisputed king of the White River badlands. The rise of Archaeotherium (and of entelodonts in general) is closely tied to the ascendancy of carnivorous ungulates as a whole, one of the earliest evolutionary success stories of the entire Cenozoic. Having become their own derived clade since the late Cretaceous, the ungulates were remarkably successful during the early Paleogene, as they were among the first mammalian clades to reach large sizes during those early days after the non-avian dinosaurs had gone extinct. As such, it was with incredible swiftness that, as the Paleogene progressed, the ungulates swooped upon the various niches left empty by the K-Pg mass extinction that killed the dinosaurs. This of course included the herbivorous niches we would know them for today, but this also included other, much more carnivore roles. Indeed, early on during the Paleogene, it was the ungulates that first seized the roles of large mammalian predators, becoming some the earliest large mammalian carnivores to ever live, well before even the carnivorans. Such predators included the arctocyonids, a lineage of vaguely dog-like, hoof-less ungulates with robust jaws and sharpened teeth that acted as some of earliest large carnivores of the Paleocene, with genera such as Arctocyon mumak getting up to the size of big cats. Even more prolific were the mesonychids. More so than what pretty much any other lineage of predator, it was the mesonychids that would stand out as the earliest dominant predators of the early Cenozoic. Growing up to the size of bears and with enormous, bone-crushing jaws, the mesonychids were among the most powerful and successful predators on the market at that time, with a near-global range and being capable of subjugating just about any other predator in their environments. Indeed, they, along with other carnivorous ungulates (as well as ungulates in general), were experiencing a golden age during this time, easily being the most prolific predators of the age. Given such prevalence, it should be no surprise that there would be yet another lineage of predatory ungulates would throw their hat into the ring, and by early Eocene, that contender would none other than the entelodonts. The very first entelodonts had arisen from artiodactyl ancestors during the Eocene epoch, at a time when artiodactyls were far more diverse and bizarre than they are now. Through today known from their modern herbivorous representatives such as bovines, deer, and antelope, during the Paleocene and Eocene, the artiodacyls, as with most ungulates of that time, were stronger and far more predaceous, particularly when it came to one such clade of artiodactyls, the cetacodontamorphs. Only known today from hippos and another group of artiodactyls (one which will become relevant later), the cetacodantomorphs emerged out of Asia around 55 million years ago, at around the same time that artiodactyls themselves had made their debut. These animals included the first truly predatory artiodactyls, with many of them possessing large skulls with powerful jaws and sharp, predatory teeth. Among their ranks included animals as puny as Indohyus, a piscivorous artiodactyl the size of a cat, to as formidable as Andrewsarchus, a giant, bison-sized predator often touted as one of the largest predatory mammals to ever live. Given such a predatory disposition, it wouldn’t be long until this clade produced a lineage of truly diverse, truly successful predators, and by around 40 million years ago, that is exactly what they did, as it was at that time that the entelodonts themselves first emerged. From their Asian homeland, the entelodonts spread across the world, spreading through not only most of Eurasia but also colonizing North America as well, with genera such as Brachyhyops being found across both continents. Here, in this North American frontier, the entelodonts began to diversify further, turning into their most successful and formidable forms yet, and it was around the late Eocene and early Oligocene that Archaeotherium itself had entered the scene. Just from a passing glance at Archaeotherium, it is clear how exactly it (as well as the other entelodonts) earned the nickname of “hell-pigs.” It was a bruiser for starters; its body bore a robust, pig-like physique, with prominent neural spines and their associated musculature forming a hump around the shoulder region, similar to the hump of a bison. With such a bulky physique came with it impressive size; the average A. mortoni had a head-body length of roughly 1.6-2.0 m (5.3-6.6 ft), a shoulder height of 1.2 m (4 ft) and a body mass of around 180 kg (396 lb) in weight (Boardman & Secord, 2013; Joeckel, 1990). At such sizes, an adult Archaeotherium the size of a large male black bear. However, they had the potential to get even bigger. While most Archaeotherium specimens were around the size described above, a select few specimens, labeled under the synonymous genus “Megachoerus,” are found to be much larger, with skulls getting up to 66% longer than average A. mortoni specimens (Foss, 2001; Joeckel, 1990). At such sizes and using isometric scaling, such massive Archaeotherium specimens would attained body lengths over 2.5 m (8.2 ft) and would have reached weighs well over 500 kg (1100 lb), or as big as a mature male polar bear. Indeed, at such sizes, it is already abundantly evident that Archaeotherium is a force to be recorded with. However, there was more to these formidable animals than sheer size alone. Behind all that bulk was an astoundingly swift and graceful predator, especially in terms of locomotion. Indeed, the hoofed feet of Archaeotherium, along with other entelodonts, sported several adaptations that gave it incredible locomotive efficiency, essentially turning it into a speed demon of the badlands. Such adaptations include longer distal leg elements (e.g. the radius and tibia) than their proximal counterparts (e.g. the humerus and femur), fusion of the radius and ulna for increased running efficiency, the loss of the clavicle (collar-bone) to allow for greater leg length, the loss of the acromion to enhance leg movement along the fore-and-aft plane, the loss of digits to reduce the mass of the forelimb, the fusion of the ectocuneiform and the mesocuneiform wrist-bones, among many other such traits (Theodore, 1996) . Perhaps most significant of these adaptations is the evolution of the “double-pulley astragalus (ankle-bone),” a specialized modification of the ankle that, while restricting rotation and side-to-side movement at the ankle-joint, allows for greater rotation in the fore-and-aft direction, thus allowing for more more powerful propulsion from the limbs, faster extension and retraction of the limbs and overall greater locomotive efficiency (Foss, 2001). Of course, such a trait was not only found in entelodonts but in artiodactyls as a whole, likely being a response to predatory pressures from incumbent predatory clades arising at the same time as the artiodactyls (Foss, 2001). However, in the case of the entelodonts, such adaptations were not used for merely escaping predators. Rather, they were used to for another, much more lethal effect… Such notions are further reinforced by the entelodonts most formidable aspect, none either than their fearsome jaws, and in this respect, Archaeotherium excelled. Both for its size and in general, the head of Archaeotherium was massive, measuring 40-50 cm (1.3-1.6 ft) in length among average A. mortoni specimens, to up to 78 cm (~2.6 ft) in the larger “Megachoerus” specimens (Joeckel, 1990). Such massive skulls were supported and supplemented by equally massive neck muscles and ligaments, which attached to massive neural spines on the anterior thoracic vertebrae akin to a bisons hump as well as to the sternum, allowing Archaeotherium to keep its head aloft despite the skulls massive size (Effinger, 1998). Of course, with such a massive skull, it should come as no surprise that such skulls housed exceptionally formidable jaws as well, and indeed, the bite of Archaeotherium was an especially deadly one. Its zygomatic arches (cheek-bones) and its temporal fossa were enlarged and expanded, indicative of massive temporalis muscles that afforded Archaeotherium astoundingly powerful bites (Joeckel, 1990). This is further augmented by Archaeotherium’s massive jugal flanges (bony projections of the cheek), which supported powerful masseter muscles which enhanced chewing and mastication, as well as an enlarged postorbital bar that reinforced the skull against torsional stresses (Foss, 2001). Last but not least, powerful jaws are supplemented by an enlarged gape, facilitated by a low coronoid process and enlarged posterior mandibular tubercles (bony projections originating from the lower jaw), which provided an insertion site for sternum-to-mandible jaw abduction muscles, allowing for a more forceful opening of the jaw (Foss, 2001). All together, such traits suggest a massive and incredibly fearsome bite, perhaps the most formidable of any animal in its environment. Of course, none of such traits are especially indicative of a predatory lifestyle. Indeed, many modern non-predatory ungulates, like hippos, pigs and peccaries, also possess large, formidable skulls and jaws. However, in peeling back the layers, it is found there was more to the skull of Archaeotherium that lies in store. Indeed, when inspecting the animal closely, a unique mosaic of features is revealed; traits that make it out to be much more lethal than the average artiodactyl. On one hand, Archaeotherium possessed many traits similar to those of herbivores animals, as is expected of ungulates. For instance, its jaw musculature that allowed the lower jaw of Archaeotherium a full side-to-side chewing motion as in herbivores (whereas most carnivores can only move their lower jaw up and down)(Effinger, 1998). On the other hand, Archaeotherium wielded many other traits far more lethal in their morphology, less akin to a herbivore and far more akin to a bonafide predator. For instance, the aforementioned enlarged gape of Archaeotherium is a bizarre trait on a supposed herbivore, as such animals do not need large gapes to eat vegetation and thus have smaller, more restricted gapes. Conversely, many predatory lineages have comparatively large gapes, as larger gapes allow for the the jaws to grab on to more effectively larger objects, namely large prey animals (Joeckel, 1990). Such a juxtaposition, however, is most evident when discussing the real killing instruments of Archaeotherium — the teeth. More so than any facet of this animal, the teeth of Archaeotherium are the real stars of the show, showing both how alike it was compared to its herbivores counterparts and more importantly, how it couldn’t be more different. For instance, the molars of Archaeotherium were quite similar to modern herbivores ungulates, in that they were robust, bunodont, and were designed for crushing and grinding, similar in form and function to modern ungulates like peccaries (Joeckel, 1990). However, while the molars give the impression that Archaeotherium was a herbivore, the other teeth tell a very different story. The incisors, for example, were enlarged, sharpened, and fully interlocked (as opposed to the flat-topped incisors seen in herbivores ungulates), creating an incisor array that was seemingly ill-suited for cropping vegetation and much more adept at for gripping, puncturing and cutting (Joeckel, 1990). Even more formidable were the canines. Like the modern pigs from which entelodonts derived their nicknames, the canines of Archaeotherium were sharp and enlarged to form prominent tusk-like teeth, but unlike pigs, they were rounded in cross-section (similar to modern carnivores like big cats, indicating more durable canines that can absorb and resist torsional forces, such as those from struggling prey) and were serrated to form a distinct cutting edge (Effinger, 1998; Joeckel, 1990; Ruff & Van Valkenburgh, 1987). These canines, along with the incisors, interlock to stabilize the jaws while biting and dismantling in a carnivore-like fashion. More strikingly, the canines also seem to act as “occlusal guides,” wherein the canines help align the movement and position of the rear teeth as they come together, allowing for a more efficient shearing action by the rear teeth. This function is seen most prevalently modern carnivores mammals, and is evidenced by the canine tooth-wear, which is also analogous to modern predators like bears and canids (Joeckel, 1990). Indeed, going off such teeth alone, it is clear that Archaeotherium is far more predatory than expected of an ungulate. However, the real stars of the show, the teeth that truly betray the predatory nature of these ungulates, are the premolars. Perhaps the most carnivore-like teeth in the entelodont’s entire tooth row, the premolars of Archaeotherium, particularly the anterior premolars, are laterally compressed, somewhat conical in shape, and are weakly serrated to bear a cutting edge, giving them a somewhat carnivorous form and function of shearing and slicing (Effinger, 1998). Most strikingly of all, the premolars of Archaeotherium bear unique features similar not to modern herbivores, but to durophagous carnivores like hyenas, particularly apical wear patterns, highly thickened enamel, “zigzag-shaped” enamel prism layers (Hunter-Schraeger bands) on the premolars which is also seen in osteophagous animals like hyenas, and an interlocking premolar interface wherein linear objects (such as bones) inserted into jaws from the side would be pinned between the premolars and crushed (Foss, 2001). Taken together, these features do not suggest a diet of grass or vegetation like other ungulates. Rather, they suggest a far more violent diet, one including flesh as well as hard, durable foods, particularly bone. All in all, the evidence is clear. Archaeotherium and other entelodonts, unlike the rest of their artiodactyl kin, were not the passive herbivores as we envision ungulates today. Rather, they were willing, unrepentant meat-eaters that had a taste for flesh as well as foliage. Of course, even with such lines of evidence, its hard to conclude that Archaeotherium was a true predator. After all, its wide gape and durophagous teeth could have just as easily been used for scavenging or even to eat tough plant matter such as seeds or nuts, as in peccaries and pigs, which themselves share many of the same adaptations as Archaeotherium, include the more carnivorous ones (e.g. the wide gape, using the canines as an occlusal guide, etc.). How exactly do we know that these things were veritable predators and not pretenders to the title. To this end, there is yet one last piece of evidence, one that puts on full display the predatory prowess of Archaeotherium —evidence of a kill itself. Found within oligocene-aged sediment in what is now Wyoming, a collection of various fossil remains was found, each belonging to the ancient sheep-sized camel Poebrotherium, with many of the skeletal remains being disarticulated and even missing whole hindlimbs or even entire rear halves of their body. Tellingly, many of the remains bear extensive bite marks and puncture wounds across their surface. Upon close examination, the spacing and size of the punctures leave only one culprit: Archaeotherium. Of course, such an event could still have been scavenging; the entelodonts were consuming the remains of already dead, decomposed camels, explaining the bite marks. What was far more telling, however, was where the bite marks were found. In addition bite marks being found on the torso and lumbar regions of the camels, various puncture wounds were found on the skull and neck, which were otherwise uneaten. Scavengers rarely feast on the head to begin with; there is very little worthwhile meat on it besides the brain, cheek-muscles and eyes, and even if they did feed on the skull and neck, they would still eat it wholesale, not merely bite it and then leave it otherwise untouched. Indeed, it was clear that this was no mere scavenging event. Rather than merely consuming these camels, Archaeotherium was actively preying upon and killing them, dispatching them via a crushing bite to the skull or neck before dismembering and even bisecting the hapless camels with their powerful jaws to preferentially feast on their hindquarters (likely by swallowing the hindquarters whole, as the pelvis of Poebrotherium was coincidentally the perfect width for Archaeotherium to devour whole), eventually discarding the leftovers in meat caches for later consumption (Sundell, 1999). With this finding, such a feat of brutality leaves no doubt in ones mind as to what the true nature of Archaeotherium was. This was no herbivore, nor was it a simple scavenger. This was an active, rapacious predator, the most powerful in its entire ecosystem. Indeed, with such brutal evidence of predation frozen in time, combined with various dental, cranial, and post cranial adaptations of this formidable animal, it’s possible to paint a picture of how this formidable creature lived. Though an omnivore by trade, willing and able to feast on plant matter such as grass, roots and tubers, Archaeotherium was also a wanton predator that took just about any prey it wanted. Upon detecting its prey, it approached its vicim from ambush before launching itself at blazing speed. From there, its cursorial, hoofed legs, used by other ungulates for escape predation, were here employed to capture prey, carrying it at great speeds as it caught up to its quarry. Having closed the distance with its target, it was then that the entelodont brought its jaws to bear, grabbing hold of the victim with powerful jaws and gripping teeth to bring it to a screeching halt. If the victim is lucky, Archaeotherium will then kill it quickly with a crushing bite to the skull or neck, puncturing the brain or spinal cord and killing its target instantly. If not, the victim is eaten alive, torn apart while it’s still kicking, as modern boars will do today. In any case, incapacitated prey are subsequently dismantled, with the entelodont using its entire head and heavily-muscled necks to bite into and pull apart its victim in devastating “puncture-and pull’ bites (Foss, 2001). Prey would then finally be consumed starting at the hindquarters, with not even the bones of its prey being spared. Such brutality, though far from clean, drove home a singular truth: that during this time, ungulates were not just prey, that they were not the mere “predator-fodder” we know them as today. rather, they themselves were the predators themselves, dominating as superb hunters within their domain and even suppressing clades we know as predators today, least of all the carnivorans. Indeed, during this point in time, the age of the carnivorous ungulates had hit their stride, and more specifically, the age of entelodonts had begun. Of course, more so than any other ettelodont, Archaeotherium took to this new age with gusto. Archaeotherium lived from 35-28 million years ago during the late Eocene and early Oligocene in a locality known today as the White River Badlands, a fossil locality nestled along the Great Plains and Rocky Mountains. Though a chalky, barren landscape today, during the time of Archaeotherium, the White River Badlands was a swamp-like floodplain crisscrossed with rivers and interspersed with by a mosaic of forests concentrated around waterways, open woodlands and open plains. As with most ecosystems with such a lush disposition, this locale teemed with life, with ancient hornless rhinos, small horse-like hyracodonts and early camels roaming the open habitats while giant brontotheres, small early horses and strange, sheep-like ungulates called merycoidodonts (also known as “oreodonts”) dwelled within the dense forests. Within this locale, Archaeotherium stalked the open woodlands and riparian forests of its domain. Here, it acted as a dominant predator and scavenger across is territory, filling a niche similar to modern grizzly bears but far more predatory. Among its preferred food items would be plant matter such as roots, foliage and nuts, but also meat in the form of carrion or freshly caught prey. In this respect, smaller ungulates such as the fleet-footed camel Poebrotherium, a known prey item of Archaeotherium, would have made a for choice prey, as its small size would make it easy for Archaeotherium to dispatch with its powerful jaws, while the entelodonts swift legs gave it the speed necessary to keep pace with its agile prey. However, the entelodont didn’t have such a feast all to itself. Just as the badlands teemed with herbivores, so too did it teem with rival predators. Among their ranks included fearsome predators such as Hyaenodon, a powerful, vaguely dog-like predator up to the size of wolves (as in H. horridus) or even lions (as in the Eocene-aged H. megaloides, which was replaced by H. horridus during the Oligocene). Armed with a massive head, fierce jaws and a set of knife-like teeth that could cut down even large prey in seconds, these were some of the most formidable predators on the landscape. There were also the nimravids, cat-like carnivorans that bore saber-teeth to kill large prey in seconds, and included the likes of the lynx-sized Dinictis, the leopard-sized Hoplophoneus and even the jaguar-sized Eusmilus. Furthermore, there were amphicyonids, better known as the bear-dogs. Though known from much larger forms later on in their existence, during the late Eocene and Oligocene, they were much smaller and acted as the “canid-analogues” of the ecosystem, filling a role similar to wolves or coyotes. Last but not least, there were the bathornithid birds, huge cariamiform birds related to modern seriemas but much larger, which filled a niche similar to modern seriemas or secretary birds, albeit on a much larger scale. Given such competition, it would seem that Archaeotherium would have its hands full. However, things are not as they appear. For starters, habitat differences would mitigate high amounts of competition, as both Hyaenodon and the various nimravids occupy more specialized ecological roles (being a plains-specialist and forest-specialist, respectively) than did Archaeotherium, providing a buffer to stave off competition: More importantly, however, none of the aforementioned predators were simply big enough to take Archaeotherium on. During the roughly 7 million years existence of Archaeotherium, the only carnivore that matched it in size was H. megaloides, and even that would have an only applied to average A. mortoni individuals, not to the much larger, bison-sized “Megachoerus” individuals. The next largest predator at that point would be the jaguars-sized Eusmilus (specifically E. adelos) which would have only been a bit more than half the size of even an average A. mortoni. Besides that, virtually every other predator on the landscape was simply outclassed by the much larger entelodont in terms of size and brute strength. As such, within its domain, Archaeotherium had total, unquestioned authority, dominating the other predators in the landscape and likely stealing their kills as well. In fact, just about the only threat Archaeotherium had was other Archaeotherium, as fossil bite marks suggest that this animal regularly and fraglantly engaged in intraspecific combat, usually through face-biting and possibly even jaw-wrestling (Effinger, 1998; Tanke & Currie, 1998). Nevertheless, it was clear that Archaeotherium was the undisputed king of the badlands; in a landscape of hyaenodonts and carnivorans galore, it was a hoofed ungulate that reigned supreme. However, such a reign would not last. As the Eocene transitioned into the Eocene, the planet underwent an abrupt cooling and drying phase known as Eocene-Oligocene Transition or more simply the Grande Coupure. This change in climate would eliminate the sprawling wetlands and river systems that Archaeotherium had been depending on, gradually replacing it with drier and more open habitats. To its credit, Archaeotherium did manage to hang on, persisting well after the Grand-Coupure had taken place, but in the end the damage had been done; Archaeotherium was a dead-man-walking. Eventually, by around 28 million years ago, Archaeotherium would go extinct, perishing due to this change in global climate (Gillham, 2019). Entelodonts as a whole would persist into the Miocene, producing some of their largest forms ever known in the form of the bison-sized Daeodon (which was itself even more carnivorous than Archaeotherium), however they too would meet the same fate as their earlier cousins. By around 15-20 million years ago, entelodonts as a whole would go extinct. However, while the entelodonts may have perished, this was not the end of carnivorous ungulates as a whole. Recall that the cetacodontamorphs, the lineage of artiodactyls that produced the entelodonts, left behind two living descendants. The first among them were the hippos, themselves fairly frequent herbivores. The second of such lineage, however, was a different story. Emerging out of South Asia, this lineage of piscivorous cetacodontamorphs, in a an attempt to further specialize for the fish-hunting lifestyle, began to delve further and further into the water, becoming more and more aquatic and the millennia passed by. At a certain point, these carnivorous artiodactlys had become something completely unrecognizable from their original hoofed forms. Their skin became hairless and their bodies became streamlined for life in water. Their hoofed limbs grew into giant flippers for steering in the water and their previously tiny tails became massive and sported giant tail flukes for aquatic propulsion. Their noses even moved to the tip of their head, becoming a blowhole that would be signature to this clade as a whole. Indeed, this clade was none other than the modern whales, themselves derived, carnivorous ungulates that had specialized for a life in the water, and in doing so, became the some of the most dominant aquatic predators across the globe for millions of years. Indeed, though long gone, the legacy of the entelodonts and of predatory ungulates as a whole, a legacy Archaeotherium itself had helped foster, lives on in these paragons of predatory prowess, showing that the ungulates are more than just the mere “prey” that they are often made out to be. Moreover, given the success that carnivorous ungulates had enjoyed in the past and given how modern omnivorous ungulates like boar dabble in predation themselves, perhaps, in the distant future, this planet may see the rise of carnivorous ungulates once again, following in the footsteps left behind by Archaeotherium and the other predatory ungulates all those millions of years ago. |
2024.05.13 22:44 C3PH4L0SP0R1N "A Shadow on the Soul"
"Only death can pay for life, my lord. A great gift requires a great sacrifice.”Davos, ASOS
Oh, to be sure, there is much we do not understand. The years pass in their hundreds and their thousands, and what does any man see of life but a few summers, a few winters? We look at mountains and call them eternal, and so they seem… but in the course of time, mountains rise and fall, rivers change their courses, stars fall from the sky, and great cities sink beneath the sea. Even gods die, we think. Everything changes.Bran, AGOT
The white world turned and fell away. For a moment it was as if he were inside the weirwood, gazing out through carved red eyes as a dying man twitched feebly on the ground and a madwoman danced blind and bloody underneath the moon, weeping red tears and ripping at her clothes. Then both were gone and he was rising, melting, his spirit borne on some cold wind. He was in the snow and in the clouds, he was a sparrow, a squirrel, an oak. A horned owl flew silently between his trees, hunting a hare; Varamyr was inside the owl, inside the hare, inside the trees. Deep below the frozen ground, earthworms burrowed blindly in the dark, and he was them as well. I am the wood, and everything that’s in it, he thought, exulting.Prologue, ADWD
“Someone else was in the raven,” he told Lord Brynden, once he had returned to his own skin. “Some girl. I felt her.”Bran, ADWD
“A woman, of those who sing the song of earth,” his teacher said. “Long dead, yet a part of her remains, just as a part of you would remain in Summer if your boy’s flesh were to die upon the morrow. A shadow on the soul. She will not harm you.”
"Do all the birds have singers in them?"
“All,” Lord Brynden said.
"The wolf is part of you from that day on, and you’re part of him. Both of you will change.”Prologue, ADWD
Other beasts were best left alone, the hunter had declared. Cats were vain and cruel, always ready to turn on you. Elk and deer were prey; wear their skins too long, and even the bravest man became a coward. Bears, boars, badgers, weasels … Haggon did not hold with such. “Some skins you never want to wear, boy. You won’t like what you’d become.” Birds were the worst, to hear him tell it. “Men were not meant to leave the earth. Spend too much time in the clouds and you never want to come back down again.
...
"They say you forget," Haggon had told him, a few weeks before his own death.
"When the man's flesh dies, his spirit lives on inside the beast, but every day his memory fades, and the beast becomes a little less a warg, a little more a wolf, until nothing of the man is left and only the beast remains."
Shadows only live when given birth by light, and the king's fires burn so low I dare not draw off any more to make another son. It might well kill him."Davos, ASOS
Melisandre moved closer.
"With another man, though... a man whose flames still burn hot and high... if you truly wish to serve your king's cause, come to my chamber one night. I could give you pleasure such as you have never known, and with your life-fire I could make..."
A woman was his downfall; a woman glimpsed from atop the Wall, with skin as white as the moon and eyes like blue stars. Fearing nothing, he chased her and caught her and loved her, though her skin was cold as ice, and when he gave his seed to her he gave his soul as well. (Credit to u/DigLost5791 for this reference.)Bran, ASOS
The look of him was a shock. He seemed ten years older than the man that Davos had left at Storm’s End when he set sail for the Blackwater and the battle that would be their undoing. The king’s close-cropped beard was spiderwebbed with grey hairs, and he had dropped two stone or more of weight. He had never been a fleshy man, but now the bones moved beneath his skin like spears, fighting to cut free. Even his crown seemed too large for his head. His eyes were blue pits lost in deep hollows, and the shape of a skull could be seen beneath his face.Davos, ASOS
What little flesh he’d carried on his tall, spare frame at Deepwood Motte had melted away during the march. The shape of his skull could be seen under his skin, and his jaw was clenched so hard Asha feared his teeth might shatter.Asha, ADWD
“I know the cost! Last night, gazing into that hearth, I saw things in the flames as well. I saw a king, a crown of fire on his brows, burning… burning, Davos. His own crown consumed his flesh and turned him into ash. Do you think I need Melisandre to tell me what that means? Or you?” The king moved, so his shadow fell upon King’s Landing.Davos, ASOS
"…what is the life of one bastard boy against a kingdom?”
“Everything,” said Davos, softly.
“Give me the boy, Your Grace. It is the surer way. The better way. Give me the boy and I shall wake the stone dragon.”Davos, ASOS
...
Melisandre bowed her head stiffly, and said, “As my king commands.” Reaching up her left sleeve with her right hand, she flung a handful of powder into the brazier. The coals roared. As pale flames writhed atop them, the red woman retrieved the silver dish and brought it to the king. Davos watched her lift the lid. Beneath were three large black leeches, fat with blood. The boy’s blood, Davos knew. A king’s blood. Stannis stretched forth a hand, and his fingers closed around one of the leeches.
“Say the name,” Melisandre commanded.
“Shadow?" Davos felt his flesh prickling. "A shadow is a thing of darkness."Davos, ACOK
”You are more ignorant than a child, ser knight. There are no shadows in the dark. Shadows are the servants of light, the children of fire. The brightest flame casts the darkest shadows."
The tent was aglow with the light of braziers within. Through the blood-spattered sandsilk, she glimpsed shadows moving.Daenerys, AGOT
Mirri Maz Duur was dancing, and not alone.
...
No, Dany wanted to say, no, not that, you mustn’t, but when she opened her mouth, a long wail of pain escaped, and the sweat broke over her skin. What was wrong with them, couldn’t they see?
Inside the tent the shapes were dancing, circling the brazier and the bloody bath, dark against the sandsilk, and some did not look human. She glimpsed the shadow of a great wolf, and another like a man wreathed in flames.
“The Lamb Woman knows the secrets of the birthing bed,” Irri said. “She said so, I heard her.”
“Yes,” Doreah agreed, “I heard her too.”
No, she shouted, or perhaps she only thought it, for no whisper of sound escaped her lips. She was being carried. Her eyes opened to gaze up at a flat dead sky, black and bleak and starless. Please, no. The sound of Mirri Maz Duur’s voice grew louder, until it filled the world. The shapes! She screamed. The dancers!
Ser Jorah carried her inside the tent.
"He seems to like the warmth, Princess," Ser Jorah said. "His eyes follow the sun, though he does not see it. He can walk after a fashion. He will go where you lead him, but no farther. He will eat if you put food in his mouth, drink if you dribble water on his lips."Daenerys, AGOT
“The stallion who mounts the world will burn no cities now. His khalasar shall trample no nations into dust."Daenerys, AGOT
“Thoros, how many times have you brought me back now?”There is no immediately identifiable magical cost for these "kisses of life," at least at first glance. Thoros later tells us that he breathed part of his "flames" or soul into Beric:
The red priest bowed his head. “It is R’hllor who brings you back, my lord. The Lord of Light. I am only his instrument.”
“How many times?” Lord Beric insisted.
“Six,” Thoros said reluctantly.
“And each time is harder. You have grown reckless, my lord. Is death so very sweet?”
Arya, ASOS
“That first time, his lordship had a hole right through him and blood in his mouth, I knew there was no hope. So when his poor torn chest stopped moving, I gave him the good god's own kiss to send him on his way. I filled my mouth with fire and breathed the flames inside him, down his throat to lungs and heart and soul. The last kiss it is called, and many a time I saw the old priests bestow it on the Lord's servants as they died." (Credit to u/watchersontheweb for providing this quote in the initial thread.)Arya, ASOS
“Here’s the wizard, skinny squirrel. You’ll get your answers now.”Arya, ASOS
He pointed toward the fire, where Tom Sevenstrings stood talking to a tall thin man with oddments of old armor buckled on over his ratty pink robes. That can’t be Thoros of Myr. Arya remembered the red priest as fat, with a smooth face and a shiny bald head. This man had a droopy face and a full head of shaggy grey hair.
...
“Thoros of Myr. You used to shave your head.”
“To betoken a humble heart, but in truth my heart was vain. Besides, I lost my razor in the woods.” The priest slapped his belly. “I am less than I was, but more. A year in the wild will melt the flesh off a man. Would that I could find a tailor to take in my skin. I might look young again, and pretty maids would shower me with kisses.”
“The Freys slashed her throat from ear to ear. When we found her by the river she was three days dead. Harwin begged me to give her the kiss of life, but it had been too long. I would not do it, so Lord Beric put his lips to hers instead, and the flame of life passed from him to her. And… she rose. May the Lord of Light protect us. She rose.”Brienne, AFFC
The Others made no sound.Prologue, AGOT
Will saw movement from the corner of his eye. Pale shapes gliding through the wood. He turned his head, glimpsed a white shadow in the darkness. Then it was gone. Branches stirred gently in the wind, scratching at one another with wooden fingers. Will opened his mouth to call down a warning, and the words seemed to freeze in his throat. Perhaps he was wrong. Perhaps it had only been a bird, a reflection on the snow, some trick of the moonlight. What had he seen, after all?
“Will, where are you?” Ser Waymar called up. “Can you see anything?” He was turning in a slow circle, suddenly wary, his sword in hand. He must have felt them, as Will felt them. There was nothing to see. “Answer me! Why is it so cold?” It was cold.
Shivering, Will clung more tightly to his perch. His face pressed hard against the trunk of the sentinel. He could feel the sweet, sticky sap on his cheek. A shadow emerged from the dark of the wood. It stood in front of Royce. Tall, it was, and gaunt and hard as old bones, with flesh pale as milk. Its armor seemed to change color as it moved; here it was white as new-fallen snow, there black as shadow, everywhere dappled with the deep grey-green of the trees. The patterns ran like moonlight on water with every step it took. Will heard the breath go out of Ser Waymar Royce in a long hiss. ...
The Other slid forward on silent feet. In its hand was a longsword like none that Will had ever seen. No human metal had gone into the forging of that blade. It was alive with moonlight, translucent, a shard of crystal so thin that it seemed almost to vanish when seen edge-on. There was a faint blue shimmer to the thing, a ghost-light that played around its edges, and somehow Will knew it was sharper than any razor.
“Tormund,” Jon said, as they watched four old women pull a cartful of children toward the gate, “tell me of our foe. I would know all there is to know of the Others.”Jon, ADWD
The wildling rubbed his mouth. “Not here,” he mumbled, “not this side o’ your Wall.” The old man glanced uneasily toward the trees in their white mantles. “They’re never far, you know. They won’t come out by day, not when that old sun’s shining, but don’t think that means they went away. Shadows never go away. Might be you don’t see them, but they’re always clinging to your heels.”
...
Tormund turned back.
"You know nothing. You killed a dead man, aye, I heard. Mance killed a hundred. A man can fight the dead, but when their masters come, when the white mists rise up… how do you fight a mist, crow? Shadows with teeth … air so cold it hurts to breathe, like a knife inside your chest … you do not know, you cannot know … can your sword cut cold?"
“The white walkers go lightly on the snow,” the ranger said. “You’ll find no prints to mark their passage.”Samwell, ASOS
2024.05.13 22:37 C3PH4L0SP0R1N (spoilers extended) "A Shadow on the Soul"
"Only death can pay for life, my lord. A great gift requires a great sacrifice.”Davos, ASOS
Oh, to be sure, there is much we do not understand. The years pass in their hundreds and their thousands, and what does any man see of life but a few summers, a few winters? We look at mountains and call them eternal, and so they seem… but in the course of time, mountains rise and fall, rivers change their courses, stars fall from the sky, and great cities sink beneath the sea. Even gods die, we think. Everything changes.Bran, AGOT
The white world turned and fell away. For a moment it was as if he were inside the weirwood, gazing out through carved red eyes as a dying man twitched feebly on the ground and a madwoman danced blind and bloody underneath the moon, weeping red tears and ripping at her clothes. Then both were gone and he was rising, melting, his spirit borne on some cold wind. He was in the snow and in the clouds, he was a sparrow, a squirrel, an oak. A horned owl flew silently between his trees, hunting a hare; Varamyr was inside the owl, inside the hare, inside the trees. Deep below the frozen ground, earthworms burrowed blindly in the dark, and he was them as well. I am the wood, and everything that’s in it, he thought, exulting.Prologue, ADWD
“Someone else was in the raven,” he told Lord Brynden, once he had returned to his own skin. “Some girl. I felt her.”Bran, ADWD
“A woman, of those who sing the song of earth,” his teacher said. “Long dead, yet a part of her remains, just as a part of you would remain in Summer if your boy’s flesh were to die upon the morrow. A shadow on the soul. She will not harm you.”
"Do all the birds have singers in them?"
“All,” Lord Brynden said.
"The wolf is part of you from that day on, and you’re part of him. Both of you will change.”Prologue, ADWD
Other beasts were best left alone, the hunter had declared. Cats were vain and cruel, always ready to turn on you. Elk and deer were prey; wear their skins too long, and even the bravest man became a coward. Bears, boars, badgers, weasels … Haggon did not hold with such. “Some skins you never want to wear, boy. You won’t like what you’d become.” Birds were the worst, to hear him tell it. “Men were not meant to leave the earth. Spend too much time in the clouds and you never want to come back down again.
...
"They say you forget," Haggon had told him, a few weeks before his own death.
"When the man's flesh dies, his spirit lives on inside the beast, but every day his memory fades, and the beast becomes a little less a warg, a little more a wolf, until nothing of the man is left and only the beast remains."
Shadows only live when given birth by light, and the king's fires burn so low I dare not draw off any more to make another son. It might well kill him."Davos, ASOS
Melisandre moved closer.
"With another man, though... a man whose flames still burn hot and high... if you truly wish to serve your king's cause, come to my chamber one night. I could give you pleasure such as you have never known, and with your life-fire I could make..."
A woman was his downfall; a woman glimpsed from atop the Wall, with skin as white as the moon and eyes like blue stars. Fearing nothing, he chased her and caught her and loved her, though her skin was cold as ice, and when he gave his seed to her he gave his soul as well. (Credit to u/DigLost5791 for this reference.)Bran, ASOS
The look of him was a shock. He seemed ten years older than the man that Davos had left at Storm’s End when he set sail for the Blackwater and the battle that would be their undoing. The king’s close-cropped beard was spiderwebbed with grey hairs, and he had dropped two stone or more of weight. He had never been a fleshy man, but now the bones moved beneath his skin like spears, fighting to cut free. Even his crown seemed too large for his head. His eyes were blue pits lost in deep hollows, and the shape of a skull could be seen beneath his face.Davos, ASOS
What little flesh he’d carried on his tall, spare frame at Deepwood Motte had melted away during the march. The shape of his skull could be seen under his skin, and his jaw was clenched so hard Asha feared his teeth might shatter.Asha, ADWD
“I know the cost! Last night, gazing into that hearth, I saw things in the flames as well. I saw a king, a crown of fire on his brows, burning… burning, Davos. His own crown consumed his flesh and turned him into ash. Do you think I need Melisandre to tell me what that means? Or you?” The king moved, so his shadow fell upon King’s Landing.Davos, ASOS
"…what is the life of one bastard boy against a kingdom?”
“Everything,” said Davos, softly.
“Give me the boy, Your Grace. It is the surer way. The better way. Give me the boy and I shall wake the stone dragon.”Davos, ASOS
...
Melisandre bowed her head stiffly, and said, “As my king commands.” Reaching up her left sleeve with her right hand, she flung a handful of powder into the brazier. The coals roared. As pale flames writhed atop them, the red woman retrieved the silver dish and brought it to the king. Davos watched her lift the lid. Beneath were three large black leeches, fat with blood. The boy’s blood, Davos knew. A king’s blood. Stannis stretched forth a hand, and his fingers closed around one of the leeches.
“Say the name,” Melisandre commanded.
“Shadow?" Davos felt his flesh prickling. "A shadow is a thing of darkness."Davos, ACOK
”You are more ignorant than a child, ser knight. There are no shadows in the dark. Shadows are the servants of light, the children of fire. The brightest flame casts the darkest shadows."
The tent was aglow with the light of braziers within. Through the blood-spattered sandsilk, she glimpsed shadows moving.Daenerys, AGOT
Mirri Maz Duur was dancing, and not alone.
...
No, Dany wanted to say, no, not that, you mustn’t, but when she opened her mouth, a long wail of pain escaped, and the sweat broke over her skin. What was wrong with them, couldn’t they see?
Inside the tent the shapes were dancing, circling the brazier and the bloody bath, dark against the sandsilk, and some did not look human. She glimpsed the shadow of a great wolf, and another like a man wreathed in flames.
“The Lamb Woman knows the secrets of the birthing bed,” Irri said. “She said so, I heard her.”
“Yes,” Doreah agreed, “I heard her too.”
No, she shouted, or perhaps she only thought it, for no whisper of sound escaped her lips. She was being carried. Her eyes opened to gaze up at a flat dead sky, black and bleak and starless. Please, no. The sound of Mirri Maz Duur’s voice grew louder, until it filled the world. The shapes! She screamed. The dancers!
Ser Jorah carried her inside the tent.
"He seems to like the warmth, Princess," Ser Jorah said. "His eyes follow the sun, though he does not see it. He can walk after a fashion. He will go where you lead him, but no farther. He will eat if you put food in his mouth, drink if you dribble water on his lips."Daenerys, AGOT
“The stallion who mounts the world will burn no cities now. His khalasar shall trample no nations into dust."Daenerys, AGOT
“Thoros, how many times have you brought me back now?”There is no immediately identifiable magical cost for these "kisses of life," at least at first glance. Thoros later tells us that he breathed part of his "flames" or soul into Beric:
The red priest bowed his head. “It is R’hllor who brings you back, my lord. The Lord of Light. I am only his instrument.”
“How many times?” Lord Beric insisted.
“Six,” Thoros said reluctantly.
“And each time is harder. You have grown reckless, my lord. Is death so very sweet?”
Arya, ASOS
“That first time, his lordship had a hole right through him and blood in his mouth, I knew there was no hope. So when his poor torn chest stopped moving, I gave him the good god's own kiss to send him on his way. I filled my mouth with fire and breathed the flames inside him, down his throat to lungs and heart and soul. The last kiss it is called, and many a time I saw the old priests bestow it on the Lord's servants as they died." (Credit to u/watchersontheweb for providing this quote in the initial thread.)Arya, ASOS
“Here’s the wizard, skinny squirrel. You’ll get your answers now.”Arya, ASOS
He pointed toward the fire, where Tom Sevenstrings stood talking to a tall thin man with oddments of old armor buckled on over his ratty pink robes. That can’t be Thoros of Myr. Arya remembered the red priest as fat, with a smooth face and a shiny bald head. This man had a droopy face and a full head of shaggy grey hair.
...
“Thoros of Myr. You used to shave your head.”
“To betoken a humble heart, but in truth my heart was vain. Besides, I lost my razor in the woods.” The priest slapped his belly. “I am less than I was, but more. A year in the wild will melt the flesh off a man. Would that I could find a tailor to take in my skin. I might look young again, and pretty maids would shower me with kisses.”
“The Freys slashed her throat from ear to ear. When we found her by the river she was three days dead. Harwin begged me to give her the kiss of life, but it had been too long. I would not do it, so Lord Beric put his lips to hers instead, and the flame of life passed from him to her. And… she rose. May the Lord of Light protect us. She rose.”Brienne, AFFC
The Others made no sound.Prologue, AGOT
Will saw movement from the corner of his eye. Pale shapes gliding through the wood. He turned his head, glimpsed a white shadow in the darkness. Then it was gone. Branches stirred gently in the wind, scratching at one another with wooden fingers. Will opened his mouth to call down a warning, and the words seemed to freeze in his throat. Perhaps he was wrong. Perhaps it had only been a bird, a reflection on the snow, some trick of the moonlight. What had he seen, after all?
“Will, where are you?” Ser Waymar called up. “Can you see anything?” He was turning in a slow circle, suddenly wary, his sword in hand. He must have felt them, as Will felt them. There was nothing to see. “Answer me! Why is it so cold?” It was cold.
Shivering, Will clung more tightly to his perch. His face pressed hard against the trunk of the sentinel. He could feel the sweet, sticky sap on his cheek. A shadow emerged from the dark of the wood. It stood in front of Royce. Tall, it was, and gaunt and hard as old bones, with flesh pale as milk. Its armor seemed to change color as it moved; here it was white as new-fallen snow, there black as shadow, everywhere dappled with the deep grey-green of the trees. The patterns ran like moonlight on water with every step it took. Will heard the breath go out of Ser Waymar Royce in a long hiss. ...
The Other slid forward on silent feet. In its hand was a longsword like none that Will had ever seen. No human metal had gone into the forging of that blade. It was alive with moonlight, translucent, a shard of crystal so thin that it seemed almost to vanish when seen edge-on. There was a faint blue shimmer to the thing, a ghost-light that played around its edges, and somehow Will knew it was sharper than any razor.
“Tormund,” Jon said, as they watched four old women pull a cartful of children toward the gate, “tell me of our foe. I would know all there is to know of the Others.”Jon, ADWD
The wildling rubbed his mouth. “Not here,” he mumbled, “not this side o’ your Wall.” The old man glanced uneasily toward the trees in their white mantles. “They’re never far, you know. They won’t come out by day, not when that old sun’s shining, but don’t think that means they went away. Shadows never go away. Might be you don’t see them, but they’re always clinging to your heels.”
...
Tormund turned back.
"You know nothing. You killed a dead man, aye, I heard. Mance killed a hundred. A man can fight the dead, but when their masters come, when the white mists rise up… how do you fight a mist, crow? Shadows with teeth … air so cold it hurts to breathe, like a knife inside your chest … you do not know, you cannot know … can your sword cut cold?"
“The white walkers go lightly on the snow,” the ranger said. “You’ll find no prints to mark their passage.”Samwell, ASOS
2024.05.12 22:30 kitkat9515 Any tips on how to make really short lamb horns?
I'm trying to make horns for a cult of the lamb cosplay but I haven't been able to find any tutorials or anything on how to make short horns. Only thing I can find is stuff on longer horns. I tried following those tips by crafting a little aluminum foil mock up and making a pattern with ducktape but everytime I transfer it to eva foam and put it together it just ends up coming unglued at the seams. Not sure if it's bc they're so short or if I'm doing something wrong. Any tips are alternatives to eva foam are most appreciated. Thanks submitted by kitkat9515 to CosplayHelp [link] [comments] |
2024.05.12 15:55 Cobra-q-Fuma What if English evolve more like the West-Germanic languages
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2024.05.12 12:50 Party_Ad227 Serious/sad post. Mother’s Day reflections
2024.05.11 20:12 AlecMaiz0 Article: Gender Disappointment in 2024 is Almost Always About Boys "A shameful secret kept from the public eye but omnipresent in online mom spaces"
"Recently, a Slate article came out about the parents who are seeking IVF—not because of fertility struggles or even genetic diseases, but strictly for the purpose of having a daughter instead of a son. Selfishly, as an IVF mom, I don’t love articles like these. The vast majority of people who choose IVF do it for infertility reasons, and a much smaller percentage to it to avoid serious familial diseases. The people doing IVF solely for gender selection (let alone absurd things like height or eye color- nearly impossible to do anyway) are few and far between, so rare in fact that articles like these almost seem like hate-bait, describing a rare phenomenon as if it’s a growing trend because almost everyone reading about it will disapprove. This is especially prescient with extreme right-wing disapproval of IVF. We’re dealing with that already, and now you’re gonna try to get everyone else on their side because you’ve painted IVF parents as vain, self-absorbed, baby-designers. Okay. submitted by AlecMaiz0 to MensRights [link] [comments] What is a common trend, however, is gender disappointment—a strong feeling of sadness or anxiety that happens when parents discover the sex of their child isn’t what they hoped. Technically it should be “Sex Disappointment,” not to be confused with how I’d describe losing my virginity. Gender disappointment isn’t new. For most of human history, parents have wanted sons instead of daughters. During the one-child policy era in China, baby girls were aborted, killed after birth, abandoned, or adopted out. Other cultures around the world still practice infanticide, mostly targeted at baby girls. If we resurrected everyone who has ever lived, and told them that people in modern-day America often feel gender disappointment, they would naturally assume people were disappointed about having girls. But that’s not the case. Modern-day gender disappointment is primarily an online phenomenon (mom groups, Reddit, etc.) because people don’t want to be judged. It’s not acceptable to want anything other than a “healthy baby.” In fact, when I was pregnant and I jokingly mentioned that I hoped our first born would have my husband’s beautiful eyes, a relative chided “all you should care about is that the baby is healthy.” Even a minor, innocuous preference for one gender is met with judgment—every mom must insist they don’t care. So naturally, online mom spaces are where moms go to voice their fears and sadness around gender disappointment. And 99% of the time, they’re disappointed to be having a boy. The disappointment when popping a balloon filled with blue confetti or simply opening a Sneak Peak test at 8 weeks and discovering XY chromosomes can be boiled down to multiple things. Let’s start with the most simple and harmless reason. I think almost every parent has a slight preference toward having a child of the same sex as themselves, not because they find their own sex superior, but rather because one of the fun things about being a parent is getting to introduce your child to all your favorite things from childhood (and if you’re a feminine woman, there’s a lot of fun in dressing up your daughter—dressing up your son can be fun too, but the options for boy clothes aren’t as cute.) In 2024, we have to pay lip service to the idea that “of course my son might like dolls and my daughter might like monster trucks,” but I do think boys are generally, on average, more likely to gravitate toward some things and the same goes with girls. Even in my super-progressive circle, where everyone says they raise their kids gender-neutral, I’ve noticed that all the girls in my son’s class love the movie Frozen, even if they also like dinosuars, and almost all the boys in his class love superheroes, even if they also play with baby dolls. When we found out we were having a boy, my husband was excited to introduce him to basketball, and when I found out I was having a girl, I got excited to gift her my old dollhouse which I designed with my mother over years of attending dollhouse trade shows and shopping at antique dollhouse stores. That doesn’t mean we’d love our children any less if they weren’t gender conforming, or that we wouldn’t adjust our plans if we turned out to have a son who loved dolls and a girl who loved basketball, just that it’s fairly reasonable to assume your average girl is going to get some enjoyment from a dollhouse, and your average boy will get some enjoyment from sports. They may not, and that’s okay too! But it’s reasonable to fantasize about it, as long as you aren’t strongly tied to that fantasy. But maybe it’s deeper than a sadness about Carter’s only offering camo-pattern cargo shorts after age two, or about never getting to use Felicity the American Girl Doll’s pet lamb Posey again. I can’t help but notice that all the positive traits that used to be associated with boys are now considered gender neutral (strong, capable, intelligent, ambitious), while most of the positive traits that used to be associated with girls are still associated with girls (nurturing, empathetic, detail-oriented, polite). Meanwhile, boys have been assigned plenty of negative traits: they will embody “toxic masculinity.” They will be difficult. They won’t be kind. They’ll grow up to be obnoxious frat bros. They’ll be violent. Many of the women who express these concerns, paradoxically, are progressives who claim to believe that there are no innate differences between men and women. Perhaps they’re concerned that the negative traits associated with boys will emerge because of “society,” but to be honest, I’m not really buying it. I think they do believe in some differences, and there’s cognitive dissonance when belief in those differences collides with paying lip service to the idea that men and women are interchangeable and the insistence that all gender preferences are morally repugnant. Perhaps, most terrifying even to women who don’t believe in the other gendered stereotypes: boys apparently won’t visit you when they’re older, provided they are heterosexual. They will become absorbed by their wives’ families, and pay more attention to their mother-in-laws than to you. “Boy moms” across social media post short videos joking about their fears of becoming “the paternal grandmother” or “the mother of the groom.” My mother-in-law has two sons and I asked her if she ever wished she had a daughter. She emphatically said no, and I believed her, mostly because she’s not a big girly-girl herself, and she never felt overly sentimental about her kids being dependent on her. She happily worked when they were younger and valued her career, and notably, looked forward to her kids getting older and becoming more independent instead of looking misty-eyed at their old baby clothes. My guess is, women like this are not the ones expressing gender disappointment. I didn’t think I was capable of gender disappointment. I did IVF and I knew before I even got pregnant that my first child was a boy. I happily decorated a boy nursery, bought boy clothes (I did have to get creative to avoid the onslaught of construction vehicles and dingy gray, but I managed!) and happily referred to myself as “Team Blue” on my mom group polls. But crucially, I planned on having more than one child. I knew we had a chance for a girl next. I knew I would love my kids the same, but on some level I think I’d have been disappointed if I knew having a daughter was completely off the table in the future. Unfortunately, I got a mini-taste of that reality when I got pregnant again. My embryo was a girl, and I miscarried. It was early, but because I knew the sex, and had a name and nursery plan picked out, I reacted more strongly than one would expect for such an early loss. While I never felt gender disappointment with my son, I did feel some during my miscarriage. Losing my pregnancy—even as early as it was—felt like losing the idea of a daughter. I had built up eighteen years of mother-daughter bonding in my head, and for the first time since our infertility diagnosis, I felt deep dread that I might never get to experience that. Yes, I would experience bonding with my son and perhaps another son, but unless one of them expressed extremely feminine interests, what if I never had many hobbies in common with them? What if my future was spent at soccer tournaments, wrestling matches, and Little League games, while my old dollhouse my mother and I designed together collected dust until it got auctioned off in my mom’s estate sale someday? I would still be happy—certainly much happier than if I never had children—but would I always carry a tiny nugget of sadness that I never got to do “girl things” with my kids? Of course, I didn’t want to express that feeling because every time I did, people would insist that my kids might turn out to be trans or nonbinary (true! and I would accept them and love them!) or for all I knew, my son would grow up to love Barbies. It felt unhelpful. Of course, if my son loved Barbies, I would get him Barbies, but it seemed like an odd thing to place my hopes on. I did not want to find myself subconsciously pushing my son or sons into girl-coded activities with the hope of relinquishing some fragment of a mother-daughter dream I once had. That, to me, felt more toxic than the assumption that all boys like trucks and dinosaurs. Another reason I didn’t want to express this feeling to anyone other than my closest family members was the inevitable guilt tripping—what about women who can’t have children? Why should I be so selfish as to care about gender when some women can’t conceive at all? This felt especially hurtful because I was one of those women! Well, technically we did IVF for male factor infertility, but we struggled nonetheless. This guilt-trip didn’t make me feel better about the prospect of never having a daughter, but it did make me feel worse about myself as a parent and a person overall. Many infertility moms (myself included) struggle with feeling like we don’t deserve our kids, and that we certainly don’t deserve to ever complain or experience anything other than gratitude. So anyway: not helpful! I did wind up having a daughter next, and unsurprisingly, gender had no bearing on my bonding with my kids. I truly love them equally, and would continue to feel that way regardless of how much they adhered to gender roles. And I promise I’m not just saying that! There’s no real fix here, because this type of gender disappointment is largely tied in with the progressive ideals of gender equality, while holding onto some benevolent sexism. If boys are no longer important for the purpose of continuing the family lineage, serving as capable family farm workers, being the heirs to family businesses or being responsible for providing, then what’s special about them? While we extoll the virtues of girls on a regular basis, we’re afraid to do the same with boys, just in case we fall back on harmful antiquated stereotypes. And even as a card-carrying liberal, I think this creates a pretty toxic dynamic. You don’t have to be a Tucker Carlson viewer to admit something bad is happening with boys, who often don’t feel like there is anything just for them, while there are multiple things just for girls. A six-year-old boy isn’t going to “check his privilege” and acknowledge he benefits from a legacy of male privilege so it’s the girls’ turn. That’s not to say that we are living in some kind of matriarchy, or that men are oppressed in some kind of systemic way. Just that, at least during childhood, we talk about what’s great about girls but are afraid to talk about what’s great about boys, while paradoxically, insisting there are no differences between girls and boys. And as the mom of a boy: boys are pretty great too! I think most moms who never have daughters, even those who were initially upset about it, turn out fine. Most of the posts I see about gender disappointment are met with a multitude of comments saying “I felt the same way, and now I can’t imagine ever feeling that way again, because my son is awesome.” I believe them. A hypothetical baby isn’t the same as a real baby, and often the love for a real baby will vanquish any previous feelings of gender disappointment. I know many women who initially felt gender disappointment during a pregnancy but none who fail to bond with their sons. So all things considered, this is a temporary state. But it’s causing distress even if not permanent distress, and that’s bad for everyone." |
2024.05.11 20:06 AlecMaiz0 Gender Disappointment in 2024 is Almost Always About Boys. "A shameful secret kept from the public eye but omnipresent in online mom spaces"
"Recently, a Slate article came out about the parents who are seeking IVF—not because of fertility struggles or even genetic diseases, but strictly for the purpose of having a daughter instead of a son. Selfishly, as an IVF mom, I don’t love articles like these. The vast majority of people who choose IVF do it for infertility reasons, and a much smaller percentage to it to avoid serious familial diseases. The people doing IVF solely for gender selection (let alone absurd things like height or eye color- nearly impossible to do anyway) are few and far between, so rare in fact that articles like these almost seem like hate-bait, describing a rare phenomenon as if it’s a growing trend because almost everyone reading about it will disapprove. This is especially prescient with extreme right-wing disapproval of IVF. We’re dealing with that already, and now you’re gonna try to get everyone else on their side because you’ve painted IVF parents as vain, self-absorbed, baby-designers. Okay. submitted by AlecMaiz0 to LeftWingMaleAdvocates [link] [comments] What is a common trend, however, is gender disappointment—a strong feeling of sadness or anxiety that happens when parents discover the sex of their child isn’t what they hoped. Technically it should be “Sex Disappointment,” not to be confused with how I’d describe losing my virginity. Gender disappointment isn’t new. For most of human history, parents have wanted sons instead of daughters. During the one-child policy era in China, baby girls were aborted, killed after birth, abandoned, or adopted out. Other cultures around the world still practice infanticide, mostly targeted at baby girls. If we resurrected everyone who has ever lived, and told them that people in modern-day America often feel gender disappointment, they would naturally assume people were disappointed about having girls. But that’s not the case. Modern-day gender disappointment is primarily an online phenomenon (mom groups, Reddit, etc.) because people don’t want to be judged. It’s not acceptable to want anything other than a “healthy baby.” In fact, when I was pregnant and I jokingly mentioned that I hoped our first born would have my husband’s beautiful eyes, a relative chided “all you should care about is that the baby is healthy.” Even a minor, innocuous preference for one gender is met with judgment—every mom must insist they don’t care. So naturally, online mom spaces are where moms go to voice their fears and sadness around gender disappointment. And 99% of the time, they’re disappointed to be having a boy. The disappointment when popping a balloon filled with blue confetti or simply opening a Sneak Peak test at 8 weeks and discovering XY chromosomes can be boiled down to multiple things. Let’s start with the most simple and harmless reason. I think almost every parent has a slight preference toward having a child of the same sex as themselves, not because they find their own sex superior, but rather because one of the fun things about being a parent is getting to introduce your child to all your favorite things from childhood (and if you’re a feminine woman, there’s a lot of fun in dressing up your daughter—dressing up your son can be fun too, but the options for boy clothes aren’t as cute.) In 2024, we have to pay lip service to the idea that “of course my son might like dolls and my daughter might like monster trucks,” but I do think boys are generally, on average, more likely to gravitate toward some things and the same goes with girls. Even in my super-progressive circle, where everyone says they raise their kids gender-neutral, I’ve noticed that all the girls in my son’s class love the movie Frozen, even if they also like dinosuars, and almost all the boys in his class love superheroes, even if they also play with baby dolls. When we found out we were having a boy, my husband was excited to introduce him to basketball, and when I found out I was having a girl, I got excited to gift her my old dollhouse which I designed with my mother over years of attending dollhouse trade shows and shopping at antique dollhouse stores. That doesn’t mean we’d love our children any less if they weren’t gender conforming, or that we wouldn’t adjust our plans if we turned out to have a son who loved dolls and a girl who loved basketball, just that it’s fairly reasonable to assume your average girl is going to get some enjoyment from a dollhouse, and your average boy will get some enjoyment from sports. They may not, and that’s okay too! But it’s reasonable to fantasize about it, as long as you aren’t strongly tied to that fantasy. But maybe it’s deeper than a sadness about Carter’s only offering camo-pattern cargo shorts after age two, or about never getting to use Felicity the American Girl Doll’s pet lamb Posey again. I can’t help but notice that all the positive traits that used to be associated with boys are now considered gender neutral (strong, capable, intelligent, ambitious), while most of the positive traits that used to be associated with girls are still associated with girls (nurturing, empathetic, detail-oriented, polite). Meanwhile, boys have been assigned plenty of negative traits: they will embody “toxic masculinity.” They will be difficult. They won’t be kind. They’ll grow up to be obnoxious frat bros. They’ll be violent. Many of the women who express these concerns, paradoxically, are progressives who claim to believe that there are no innate differences between men and women. Perhaps they’re concerned that the negative traits associated with boys will emerge because of “society,” but to be honest, I’m not really buying it. I think they do believe in some differences, and there’s cognitive dissonance when belief in those differences collides with paying lip service to the idea that men and women are interchangeable and the insistence that all gender preferences are morally repugnant. Perhaps, most terrifying even to women who don’t believe in the other gendered stereotypes: boys apparently won’t visit you when they’re older, provided they are heterosexual. They will become absorbed by their wives’ families, and pay more attention to their mother-in-laws than to you. “Boy moms” across social media post short videos joking about their fears of becoming “the paternal grandmother” or “the mother of the groom.” My mother-in-law has two sons and I asked her if she ever wished she had a daughter. She emphatically said no, and I believed her, mostly because she’s not a big girly-girl herself, and she never felt overly sentimental about her kids being dependent on her. She happily worked when they were younger and valued her career, and notably, looked forward to her kids getting older and becoming more independent instead of looking misty-eyed at their old baby clothes. My guess is, women like this are not the ones expressing gender disappointment. I didn’t think I was capable of gender disappointment. I did IVF and I knew before I even got pregnant that my first child was a boy. I happily decorated a boy nursery, bought boy clothes (I did have to get creative to avoid the onslaught of construction vehicles and dingy gray, but I managed!) and happily referred to myself as “Team Blue” on my mom group polls. But crucially, I planned on having more than one child. I knew we had a chance for a girl next. I knew I would love my kids the same, but on some level I think I’d have been disappointed if I knew having a daughter was completely off the table in the future. Unfortunately, I got a mini-taste of that reality when I got pregnant again. My embryo was a girl, and I miscarried. It was early, but because I knew the sex, and had a name and nursery plan picked out, I reacted more strongly than one would expect for such an early loss. While I never felt gender disappointment with my son, I did feel some during my miscarriage. Losing my pregnancy—even as early as it was—felt like losing the idea of a daughter. I had built up eighteen years of mother-daughter bonding in my head, and for the first time since our infertility diagnosis, I felt deep dread that I might never get to experience that. Yes, I would experience bonding with my son and perhaps another son, but unless one of them expressed extremely feminine interests, what if I never had many hobbies in common with them? What if my future was spent at soccer tournaments, wrestling matches, and Little League games, while my old dollhouse my mother and I designed together collected dust until it got auctioned off in my mom’s estate sale someday? I would still be happy—certainly much happier than if I never had children—but would I always carry a tiny nugget of sadness that I never got to do “girl things” with my kids? Of course, I didn’t want to express that feeling because every time I did, people would insist that my kids might turn out to be trans or nonbinary (true! and I would accept them and love them!) or for all I knew, my son would grow up to love Barbies. It felt unhelpful. Of course, if my son loved Barbies, I would get him Barbies, but it seemed like an odd thing to place my hopes on. I did not want to find myself subconsciously pushing my son or sons into girl-coded activities with the hope of relinquishing some fragment of a mother-daughter dream I once had. That, to me, felt more toxic than the assumption that all boys like trucks and dinosaurs. Another reason I didn’t want to express this feeling to anyone other than my closest family members was the inevitable guilt tripping—what about women who can’t have children? Why should I be so selfish as to care about gender when some women can’t conceive at all? This felt especially hurtful because I was one of those women! Well, technically we did IVF for male factor infertility, but we struggled nonetheless. This guilt-trip didn’t make me feel better about the prospect of never having a daughter, but it did make me feel worse about myself as a parent and a person overall. Many infertility moms (myself included) struggle with feeling like we don’t deserve our kids, and that we certainly don’t deserve to ever complain or experience anything other than gratitude. So anyway: not helpful! I did wind up having a daughter next, and unsurprisingly, gender had no bearing on my bonding with my kids. I truly love them equally, and would continue to feel that way regardless of how much they adhered to gender roles. And I promise I’m not just saying that! There’s no real fix here, because this type of gender disappointment is largely tied in with the progressive ideals of gender equality, while holding onto some benevolent sexism. If boys are no longer important for the purpose of continuing the family lineage, serving as capable family farm workers, being the heirs to family businesses or being responsible for providing, then what’s special about them? While we extoll the virtues of girls on a regular basis, we’re afraid to do the same with boys, just in case we fall back on harmful antiquated stereotypes. And even as a card-carrying liberal, I think this creates a pretty toxic dynamic. You don’t have to be a Tucker Carlson viewer to admit something bad is happening with boys, who often don’t feel like there is anything just for them, while there are multiple things just for girls. A six-year-old boy isn’t going to “check his privilege” and acknowledge he benefits from a legacy of male privilege so it’s the girls’ turn. That’s not to say that we are living in some kind of matriarchy, or that men are oppressed in some kind of systemic way. Just that, at least during childhood, we talk about what’s great about girls but are afraid to talk about what’s great about boys, while paradoxically, insisting there are no differences between girls and boys. And as the mom of a boy: boys are pretty great too! I think most moms who never have daughters, even those who were initially upset about it, turn out fine. Most of the posts I see about gender disappointment are met with a multitude of comments saying “I felt the same way, and now I can’t imagine ever feeling that way again, because my son is awesome.” I believe them. A hypothetical baby isn’t the same as a real baby, and often the love for a real baby will vanquish any previous feelings of gender disappointment. I know many women who initially felt gender disappointment during a pregnancy but none who fail to bond with their sons. So all things considered, this is a temporary state. But it’s causing distress even if not permanent distress, and that’s bad for everyone." |
2024.05.10 06:02 jessi011891 🚨SOS🚨 can blocking fix this??
🚨 SOS!!! Can blocking fix this?? 🚨 submitted by jessi011891 to CrochetHelp [link] [comments] Can this be fixed?? I started working on The Iron Lamb’s low rider cardigan pattern on a whim for my moms Mother’s Day gift and I make have taken some erm….liberties with the yarn size for the granny squares 😬😬 (forgive me, I’m still learning!! 🙏😅) kind of hard to tell from the pic, but as you can imagine this didn’t work out for me and I learned a nice new “ruffled” effect that while, is nice, isn’t the vibe I’m going for here 🤣 obviously, in an ideal world where I don’t procrastinate, I would redo the squares — but in a pinch such as I find myself, will blocking the cardigan to kind of stretch it out help?? At this point, what do I have to lose I guess? 😅 idk but that’s why I’m asking you all! 😁 thanks in advance for any help!! Sincerely, Lesson Learned 😜 |