University of Toronto paleontologist Cary Woodruff calls the fossil “Andrew.” The skull and first vertebra of the little giant were found among the roughly 150 million-year-old strata in a particular spot called the Mother’s Day Quarry where multiple young Diplodocus were entombed. The skull is special for two reasons. “While over one hundred Diplodocus specimens are known,” Woodruff says, “fewer than a dozen skulls exist, and of those, only a few are from immature animals.” Andrew adds to that list, and, on top of that, is the smallest Diplodocus skull yet known. The fossil is described today in Scientific Reports.
Andrew wasn’t just a pint-sized version of an adult Diplodocus, though. In addition to being much cuter—the large eyes and short snout adding to that puppy-dog look—the muzzle and teeth of this dinosaur may indicate that it was living very differently than the grown-up sauropods.
I painted the cast for this guy 🙂 will post pics once it’s revealed
Why do people have to be such sarcastic arseholes? Yeah, they should just instantly go the vet, or could just google how to treat their dog. But how hard is it to just, you know, be a human being and offer advice and comfort to a person who is clearly in distress and freaking about their dog and asking advice? Have you thought that maybe that person can’t afford to go to the vets or can’t get to one easily, or don’t know their local vets? Why are people such jerks? What does is cost to just be nice?
They have to be such sarcastic assholes because these asks keep getting sent to them even after Dr Ferox keeps telling people time and time again that she legally and physically cannot diagnose any animal over a 250-character message, let alone without a physical exam.
Are they worth the time and money to potentially save your pet’s life though? Because that’s basically what we’re looking at here. I get that you have to pay up the ass for emergency services and not everybody can afford it, and that sucks, but in what universe is demanding a diagnosis in fifty-eight characters, zero details, from a vet running a blog in their own spare time any less of a dick move from the asker? Are you willing to work for free in your own spare time when you’ve got like .01% of the things you need for it? No? Then why should she, or any of the other vets?
First I will hop of a plane and fly to Mexico! Because I do not know where in the world you are but at least Mexico must have Mexican chocolate, right? I will start there.
I will disembark the plane after a 20 hour flight, smelling of sweat and cheap airline food, and grab the nearest person on the ground, grasping their shirt front and insisting they tell me how to find the dog of an anonymous person on tumblr that ate some chocolate. And then when they shove me away, declaring me crazy or asking meekly “what’s a tumblr” I will move onto the next unhelpful local.
Questions like “what sort of dog is it” or “How big” or “how old” will go unanswered because I simply do not know. I am just trying to find this dog and anon to help!
Some will ask if I even know they are in Mexico! But I know no other place to start this quest, anon. I have only one clue. Some will wonder where in the world measures chocolate by the circle instead of by weight and we may ponder this together as I await the buss to take me to my next lead.
I am coming Anon. I will help your dog, because you asked.
Or, instead, you could call your local vet clinic and/or their after hours number.
I mean, “don’t be a dick” didn’t stop these messages from being asked over and over and over and over and over and over, so maybe being a dick will work this time.
Watch me be even more of a jerk.
It is in the FAQ not to ask me these time sensitive questions OR specific veterinary advice.
It is frankly a dumb thing to do.
I have been nice for 5 years. These highly inappropriate questions keep coming.
This question is I don’t know how many days old? If they are waiting for my response they are very stupid. And depending on how much this mysterious ‘circle’ is, I don’t know, the dog might even be dead? I should have to bare that, why?
As I have said a hundred times before, calling the vet clinic, phone calls, are pretty much free.
I am a feeling human being and I am tired
of people ignoring being told not to ask these questions, not reading
the FAQ, not using their own brain, throwing responsibility for whatever
happens onto me, thinking they deserve or will get an exception because
I must be willing to work for free in my precious little spare time and
meanwhile because they have ‘asked a vet’ on the internet they think
they’ve done enough? How unfair that they type off one sentence and
expect an answer which to be thorough enough to address all their
variables is going to be about a thousand words long.
Yeah, no.
Being
polite has not worked. So instead of boring readers with yet another
“call your vet” response, I spiced it up a little. I at least value my
time, even if you think I should be working 24/7 at the beck and call of
the entire internet.
I like making races as varied as humans come in. Though I understand that creating unique models for NPCs is a ridiculous time consuming undertaking, that shouldn’t stop our imagination and creativity to have fun with variations!
Cobras are cool, so why not other types of snakes! Vipers with their keen vision, giant constrictor sethraks that brute their way to victory with crushing holds, tree pythons that can scout on canopies of trees beyond the borders of Voldun, cunning lithe vine snakes that offer wisdom and guidance, quirky hognose that are expert rogues and ambushers in tight corners…! Humans come in all shapes and sizes and so should our scalie Azeroth friends!
OKAY SO PEOPLE WANTED TO KNOW SO I DID MY BEST TO REWRITE IT!
(I HOPE IT MAKES SENSE I AM VERY TIRED AND THIS IS A LOT OF TEXT.)
My HC for Dwarf Beards and Gender Presentation
So the first thing you need to know is the average dwarf will have a primary braid and a secondary pair of braids to either side of it. These two sets of braids denote different things so
Primary Braid
The Primary Braid is the large braid down the center of the beard. Traditionally there are three recognized genders in Dwarven Society, though they do acknowledge an individual’s desire to express themselves in new ways. A traditional 3-strand braid denotes male preferred pronouns, a 4-strand braid denotes female preferred pronouns, and a 2-strand twist denotes a non-binary dwarf with gender-neutral pronouns. These are entirely based on gender expression and not related to sex or genitalia of the dwarf, which is considered a private matter that matters to no one but the dwarf and their mate.
It is possible for a dwarf not to have a primary braid, but this style is considered a time of transition or change in a dwarf’s life, and gender-neutral pronouns should be used until otherwise stated. Some dwarves cut off their primary braid when moving away from their home so as to reevaluate and reinvent themselves in their new residence, but it is not something all dwarves do.
The majority of dwarves use he/him pronouns outside of all-dwarven societies due to gender stigma against female presenting dwarves by other species, but in an all-dwarven society the mix of genders will be fairly even.
To save timelines I put the rest under the cut, but I talk about more below!
One day, you get a knock on your door. When you open it, you see the protagonist from your favorite book standing there, wide-eyed. “I know you won’t believe me,” they say, “but you’re the main character of my favorite book. I know how it ends and I’m here to change it.”
“Oh thank god, my life is really spiraling out of control lately” you say, relieved
Harry Potter pulls out a handgun “I think you misunderstand the point of this visit”
Elphaba blinks, opens her mouth, closes it. She swallows and tries again. “You came.”
Glinda’s dress is torn and dirty, her pretty blonde curls matter with sweat, but she doesn’t look tired or hesitant; she looks defiant, one fist clutched in the material of her skirt to lift it up off her filthy bare feet, the other tight and white-knuckled around her wand.
“You asked me to come,” she reminds Elphaba haughtily. “I’m only a teensy, weensy, tiny bit late. It was a long walk. Would you mind if I freshen up?”
“Yes, no, of course – come in.”
Glinda seems to be all in, every ounce of propriety cast to the wind; she sashays past Elphaba into the tower, calling casually over her shoulder, “Any chance you’d want to join me in the tub? Or do you still have that ‘allergy’?”
The derisive way she says allergy tells Elphaba everything she needs to know. “You knew that was a lie?”
“I went to school with you, Elphie. If you’d been skipping the showers for all those years, I’d’ve noticed.” Glinda spins dramatically to smirk at her. “And before you start saying ‘oh, Glinda, how could you send a harmless girl here to get captured when you knew she couldn’t defeat me’ – I’ve seen you with baby animals, Elphaba Thropp. I knew you’d set her free.”
Elphaba’s heart clenches, a fist in her chest. “But the shoes, Glinda. Nessa’s shoes!”
“Oh. Yes. Right.” The smile slides off Glinda’s face. She shifts her weight to one foot, then the other. She lifts her wand delicately with two fingers and a thumb, her eyes taking on a faraway look; her lips move silently for a few moments, and then she flicks her wrist, and the ruby slippers clack to the floor in front of her.
For the first time, Glinda looks hesitant, sheepish even.
“I’m so sorry about Nessarose, Elphie,” she says softly. “I didn’t have anything to do with her death, I swear. And Dorothy… it was an accident. She’s just a little girl.” She makes a guilty face at the shoes glinting innocently on the floor. “Little Dotty needed a way home, and I wanted to help her, and… well, we’ve all made bad choices. But I wouldn’t have given away Nessa’s shoes for good. I always planned to bring them back to you.”
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