autisticeducator:

cerulean-beekeeper:

systlin:

thatweirdlittlegothgirl:

systlin:

systlin:

Incidentally, if you are fishing any stream or river in the Mississippi river watershed and catch any fuckers that look like this;

DO NOT THROW THEM BACK FOR FUCK’S SAKE. 

That’s an Asian Carp, and they ARE invasive. The Iowa DNR encourages people to catch, kill, and eat as many as possible. 

They’re also tasty as hell, even though they’ve got lots of bones. 

Also, yes, this fish has weird eyes that are set real low and look downwards. 

It does not have two eyes on the same side; it just has a mark there that looks sorta like one. 

Another pic;

They mostly eat plants, but sometimes will get snagged when line fishing. But, they also do THIS;

Midwesterners being who we are, we immediately knew what to do; BOWFISH THEM SHITS

And INVENT THE SPORT KNOWN AS ‘SCARPING’, which is just netting them out of the air/smacking them with baseball bats/spearing them with pitchforks/ect while waterskiing;

See…I’m good with a bow…but not that good.
I AM however much better with a net and having the prey come to me.

…Does anyone want to take me to go Scarping?

You can also use a shotgun

The DNR actively encourages all inventive ways of killing them off that people can come up with. There’s no limit on them, so you can fill up the boat. 

And they’re DANGED tasty. Nice mild firm white flesh. 

Only in American might you go shooting fish off the back of a moving boat.

New York has them listed as an invasive species and they are the only fish in New York that may be hunted with a bow.

my18thcenturysource:

fashionsfromhistory:

Explore behind the scenes at The Metropolitan Museum of Art’s Costume Institute Conservation Laboratory, where objects in the collection and exhibition loans are expertly conserved. In this video, Laura Mina, associate conservator in The Met’s Costume Institute, offers a close look at an 18th-century court suit.

OK, I shouted out loud a little bit.

anaisnein:

“I ask the impossible: love me forever.
Love me when all desire is gone.
Love me with the single mindedness of a monk.
When the world in its entirety,
and all that you hold sacred advise you
against it: love me still more.
When rage fills you and has no name: love me.
When each step from your door to our job tires you–
love me; and from job to home again, love me, love me.
Love me when you’re bored …”

— Ana Castillo, I Ask the Impossible: Poems. (via theburnthatkeepseverything)