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The Anatomy of a mermaid

yes, thanks.

i hate when people draws mermaid’s tail like it was some sort of goddamn suit on normal human legs like this:

it just doesnt work

yeah we wouldnt want to make our mermaids too unrealistic

this asks more questions than it answers. they don’t really have vestigial legs, like those aren’t even motile fins, so why do they still have fully formed hips, why hasn’t the pelvic bone changed significantly? and where did the tail come from?

[proto whale]

[orca skelly]

whales as we know them evolved from land animals that went back out to sea, and it’s all spine all the way down to the tail fin. the pelvis is vestigial to the point of being tiny and unrecognizable, and the rear leg structure is //gone//. and by the time they evolved all that, their forelegs had turned into proper fins and they didn’t have hourglass figures, because they built up walls of insulating fat and blubber where it was needed most - around the vital organs.

[walrus skelly]

which brings us to the walrus. as you can see the skeletal structure and the external appearance are fairly ursiform - the rear legs are basically still in there forming the tail, and the pelvis is intact, and above that it may as well still be a land animal. if mermaids did exist, as hominids who went back out to sea, and if they hadn’t evolved into basically dolphins, then a walrus skeletal system, complete with vestigial thigh bones inside a kind of muscle skirt, and with significant fat and blubber deposits //on the main body// would be most likely. which is to say, mermaids with human torsos and seagoing lower bodies would waddle around on their tails, have clearly defined thigh structures, and would be a hell of a lot rounder above and about the waist than they’re usually depicted.

which begs the question, then, if you see a mermaid and it’s a skinny little thing with a slinky waist and an eel-like tail and a perfect bosom and a coy smile, //why does it look like that//? because whatever that is? it is not a land animal that readapted to the sea. it is not your distant kin. it is a sea creature that adapted //to get your attention//.

maybe it’s all an illusion, a frilly mane, an hourglass shape, and narrow antennae that mimic the shape of human arms, waving lonely sailors into the water, only to realize too late the bioluminescent patterns of lipstick and pert breasts are to distract from what lies behind them - viselike jaws and row after row of stiletto teeth.

or maybe it’s all soft tissue, the gelatinous bell of a jellyfish folded into a pleasing shape, luring the unwary down to be caught up in a tail that is nothing more than thousands of barbed lines of stinging neurotoxin cells.

or it could be that the tail goes deep into a shadowy well, and the beautiful woman is a mask for a single enormous jaw, the internal skeleton just the endless spine and ribs of a vast and hungry sea snake.

or, perhaps most terrifyingly, the face is real but not the face of the eyes looking out of it - a human mask for an intelligence both cold and calculating, wearing an inviting smile to bring you within reach of the dagger behind it’s back. waiting to slice the skin off of you because it needs a new disguise, because it is shaped like you but does not look like you, because it must pass as you so it can go among you, so that by starlight it may go on land and into town, where your kin are sleeping, unsuspecting.

Jesus Christ back up a minute buddy

I am 100% on board with eldritch horror mermaids.

Can I set up something to just reblog this every time I see it? Like automatically? Because this is perfect and I love this.

Some relevant images.

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mikerugnetta:

mediamattersforamerica:

[x]

This is messed up for all kinds of reasons but I mean, really: shouldn’t Bill O'Reilly be courting millennials, not insulting them? I’d imagine both of his viewers are gonna die soon.

the-misadventures-of-lele:

psychogemini:

deathtasteslikechicken:

abs-gabs:

SOMEONE FINALLY SAID IT

So if a teenager is at school for roughly 8 hours, and they are doing homework for 6+ hours, and they need AT LEAST 9 HOURS OF SLEEP FOR THEIR DEVELOPING BRAINS, then they may have 0-1 hours for other activities like eating, bathing, exercise, socializing (which is actually incredibly important for emotional, mental, and physical health, as well as the development of skills vital to their future career and having healthy romantic relationships among other things), religious activities, hobbies, extra curriculars, medical care of any kind, chores (also a skill/habit development thing and required by many parents), relaxation, and family time?  Not to mention that your parents may or may not pressure you to get a job, or you might need to get one for economic reasons.

I will never not reblog this

“…but teenagers have no reason to be stressed.”

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edwardspoonhands:

snacksandharts:

same

Also her favorite pizza topping!

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persephore:

“Your job — as students who are receiving an education — is to be aware of your privilege. And use this particular privilege called “education” to do your best to achieve great things, all the while advocating for those in the rows behind you.”

source

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gollums-new-best-friend:

stealthboy:

you guys see this? this is my favorite gift that ive ever given my mom. youre probably thinking “oh because its cute and heart shaped” guess again i got a story sit down

i made this thing in wood shop when i was in like 7th grade. you know how serious middle school wood shop is. memorizing the names of a hundred different tools from a study guide and then only using 3 of them because little johnny lost a finger in 1983 and the school board threw a fit. fuck you little johnny. but i digress

i made this thing for mothers day and i was all kinds of proud of it. i mean look at this shit its adorable. but i guess the incident with little johnny must have involved stickiness of some kind because it was absolutely unfathomable for my teacher to allow me to take this thing home before it was dry as the mojave. which wouldnt be a problem except for the fact that mothers day was on sunday and by friday he still wouldnt let me have the thing

that shit wasnt gonna fly. i made this thing for mothers day, not day after mothers day and my mom was going to get her damn present okay

so saturday night, 12 year old me makes a plan. you could have filmed this shit, slapped a jazz tune on the beginning and marketed it as the next james bond: i parked my bike by the back doors of the building, snuck in during a soccer game so that nobody would notice me, avoided every security camera along the way, got the door to the classroom open and with the flimsy light of my flip phone i tracked this thing down and made my great escape

of course i didnt tell my mom what i did until years later when i was safe from being grounded for it, but the reason i still love this damn thing and we keep it around is because of how frickin proud and impressed she was

apparently this sort of thing runs in the family

boy cant wait till i have my own kids one day

This may be the greatest thing I have ever read in my life

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