This is called direct registering and it is super cool to watch in slow motion!
I had no idea what I just watched, so here’s why this is cool:
Cats are capable of walking very precisely because, like all felines, they directly register; that is, they place each hind paw (almost) directly in the print of the corresponding fore paw, minimizing noise and visible tracks. This also provides sure footing for their hind paws when they navigate rough terrain.
their front paws have whisker like hairs on them, a little bit behind the pad, so they have greater sensory input on their front paws and so can ensure a sure footing once, putting their hind paws on directly the same spot means that, for the same processing power and focus, they can ensure sure footing on all four paws with only two sets of foot whiskers.
[video id: a short-haired white cat walks in slow motion along the crest of a sand dune, placing her hind paws directly into the indents left by her front paws of the same side so she leaves only a single set of tracks. She then turns to walk down the side of the dune, slipping a bit in the loose sand and beginning to run, but still maintaining her direct registering. end id]
Every time I see this I’m not sure if its fandom content or just a summary of what being piss drunk with your best friend is like but either way it’s Perfect
I miss when everyone on my dash listened to Welcome to Night Vale so there’s be a good chance that on any ole day someone would reblog a quote that would grab me by the throat and forcibly ascend me to a higher plane where I understood myself and the universe better and with more kindness but also a little spook
“The past is gone, and cannot harm you anymore. And while the future is fast coming for you, it always flinches first and settles in as the gentle present” are you kidding me this quote has propelled me through at least three emotional crises
“The desert seems vast, even endless. And yet scientists tell us that somewhere, even now, there is snow.” That quote literally got me through grieving my brother like WTNV goes HARD
A List of Some of My Favorite Quotes From This Insane Podcast:
“You are beautiful when you do beautiful things.”
“The present tense of regret is indecision.”
“We understand so much, but the sky behind those lights– mostly void, partially stars– that sky reminds us we don’t understand even more.”
“Be proud of your place in the Cosmos. It is small and yet it is.”
“Believe in yourself. You are an ancient, absent god, discussed only rarely by literary scholars. So if you don’t believe, no one will.”
“Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you.”
“Whisper a dangerous secret to someone you care about. Now they have the power to destroy you, but they won’t. That’s what love is.”
“Are we living a life that is safe from harm? Of course not. We never are. But that’s not the right question. The question is are we living a life that is worth the harm?”
“When we talk about teenagers, we adults often talk with an air of scorn, of expectation for disappointment. And this can make people who are presently teenagers feel very defensive. But what everyone should understand is that none of us are talking to the teenagers that exist now, but talking back to the teenager we ourselves once were – all stupid mistakes and lack of fear, and bodies that hadn’t yet begun to slump into a lasting nothing. Any teenager who exists now is incidental to the potent mix of nostalgia and shame with which we speak to our younger selves.”
“We are not history yet. We are happening now. How miraculous is that?”
“Wednesday has been cancelled due to a scheduling error.”
“We have nothing to fear except ourselves. We are unholy, awful people.”
“A million dollars isn’t cool. You know what’s cool? A basilisk.”
“There’s nothing under your bed. There’s nothing in your closet. Nothing waits in every darkness. Nothing is the most terrifying thing of all.”
“The night sky is ten miles wide, eight miles deep, and floats three miles up. Its favourite food is grape jelly. It wants to be a drummer.”
“Look to the sky. You will not find answers there, but you will certainly see what everyone is screaming about.”
“Ignorance might not actually be bliss, but it is certainly less work.”
“And now, a special report. Crocodiles: Can they eat your children? *YES.*”
“Lie down and look up at the ceiling and breathe with those curiously fragile lungs of yours and remind yourself: Don’t worry. Don’t worry. All is as it was meant to be. It was meant to be lonely and terrifying and unfair and fleeting. Don’t worry.”
“As long as I’m reminding myself things, I’m a good person, worthy of love – both from myself and others.”
“Guns don’t kill people! It’s impossible to be killed by a gun. We are all invincible to bullets and it’s a miracle!”
“Everything is exciting! Particularly existence. Existence is the most thrilling fact of all.”
“There is a monster under your bed. A monster at your window. A monster any place you imagine one. You project your monsters on the world.”
“You miss 100% of the bank robberies you don’t commit.”
“I like my coffee like I like my nights. Dark, endless, and impossible to sleep through. ”
“A friendly desert community where the sun is hot, the moon is beautiful, and mysterious lights pass overhead while we all pretend to sleep. Welcome to Night Vale.”
“And now, the weather.”
I discovered this podcast at the beginning of high school, and let me tell you, it rewired my synapses.
Not only was it my first experience with positive LGBT representation, it was the show I clung to when everything else went to shit. Whatever was going on in my life, I knew I had this show in my corner, making me laugh, making me cry, making me feel okay about my place in the universe.
I owe the creators of this podcast more than I could express.
“the lights over the Arby’s” is such an intrinsically queer piece of writing that it hits me *hard* every time.
“"The universe is vast. You are also vast. So is an ant. There are different sizes of infinity.“
categories r growing + changing as i put more time into organizing these files and receive more stuff to add. also a lot of the new stuff i’ve received from other ppl i havent had time to look thru properly so i know i’ve miscategorised some stuff but w/e ill get to that in the summer.
if u have anything u’d like to add to this drive, please email me @ tevyefegeleh@gmail.com
It’s summer time, and that means I have a road trip on the horizon.
I’m planning to take the three books below with me! What are you reading
this summer?
Patron Saints of Nothing by Randy Ribay
Kokila
A powerful coming-of-age story about grief, guilt, and the risks a
Filipino-American teenager takes to uncover the truth about his cousin’s
murder.
Jay Reguero plans to spend the last semester of his senior year
playing video games before heading to the University of Michigan in the
fall. But when he discovers that his Filipino cousin Jun was murdered as
part of President Duterte’s war on drugs, and no one in the family
wants to talk about what happened, Jay travels to the Philippines to
find out the real story.
Hoping to uncover more about Jun and the events that led to his
death, Jay is forced to reckon with the many sides of his cousin before
he can face the whole horrible truth — and the part he played in it.
As gripping as it is lyrical, Patron Saints of Nothing is a
page-turning portrayal of the struggle to reconcile faith, family, and
immigrant identity.
The Grief Keeper by Alexandra Villasante
G.P. Putnam’s Sons Books for Young Readers
Seventeen-year-old Marisol Morales and her little sister Gabi are
detainees of the United States government. They were caught crossing the
U.S. border, to escape the gang violence in their country after their
brother was murdered. When Marisol learns that the old family friend who
had offered them refuge in America has died and they are going to be
sent home, they flee.
They hitchhike, snagging a ride with an unassuming woman who agrees
to drive them to New Jersey, but when Marisol wakes up in D.C. she
learns the woman is actually a government agent. Indranie Patel has a
proposal for Marisol: she wants Marisol to be a Grief Keeper, someone
who will take another’s grief into their body. It’s a dangerous
experimental study, but if Marisol agrees she and Gabi will be allowed
to stay in the United States. If the experiment fails the girls will be
sent home, which is a death sentence. Things become more complicated
when Marisol meets Rey, the wealthy daughter of a D.C. Senator, and the
girl she’s helping to heal. Marisol likes Rey’s short hair and sarcastic
attitude. But she didn’t expect the connection from their shared grief
to erupt into a powerful love.
Suddenly being forced from the United States isn’t just a matter of life and death, but a matter of the heart.
Spin the Dawn (The Blood of Stars #1) by Elizabeth Lim
Knopf
Project Runway meets Mulan in this sweeping YA fantasy about a young
girl who poses as a boy to compete for the role of imperial tailor and
embarks on an impossible journey to sew three magic dresses, from the
sun, the moon, and the stars.
Maia Tamarin dreams of becoming the greatest tailor in the land, but
as a girl, the best she can hope for is to marry well. When a royal
messenger summons her ailing father, once a tailor of renown, to court,
Maia poses as a boy and takes his place. She knows her life is forfeit
if her secret is discovered, but she’ll take that risk to achieve her
dream and save her family from ruin. There’s just one catch: Maia is one
of twelve tailors vying for the job.
Backstabbing and lies run rampant as the tailors compete in
challenges to prove their artistry and skill. Maia’s task is further
complicated when she draws the attention of the court magician, Edan,
whose piercing eyes seem to see straight through her disguise.
And nothing could have prepared her for the final challenge: to sew
three magic gowns for the emperor’s reluctant bride-to-be, from the
laughter of the sun, the tears of the moon, and the blood of stars. With
this impossible task before her, she embarks on a journey to the far
reaches of the kingdom, seeking the sun, the moon, and the stars, and
finding more than she ever could have imagined.
city people are cowards. YES the cows know the sins of man and YES the brook is speaking a tongue that existed long before the oldest ancestors of us both. what about it. smoke some wheat
