Middle Aged Men Can Have Pink Sparkles If They Want Them

I did a bit of looking up to check your theories. Yes. The lips are the nectary. Those red bits with yellow at the end are most likely stamens, with pollen. You can see some dispersed pollen granules dusted about if you really take a moment too, though yes the stamens are dying back in this photo.

That does look to be a gynoecium. It was also called a cup or a cyathia.

Flowers are in fact, fucking weird.

I say this from personal experience, but just because there’s an entirely male flower doesn’t mean the female flower is incapable of also having stamens. It be like that.

Yes it does appear that different parts emerge at different times, as the style isn’t even in present in one photo but the stamens have already fully emerged.

I knew poinsettias "faked" having big flowers by just turning some leaves red but I didn't know the real tiny flowers in the middle looked like such idiots

You’re forgetting the part where they lived on land for a while, and then some of em said “naw fuck this I’m going back”

And then RE-EVOLVED AQUATIC ADAPTATIONS.

The fact that I’m 90% sure I know what game this is from and might be currently on THAT QUEST is proof I may need to slow down on the video games.

When your friend tells you something good, but utterly incomprehensible

uUUUUHHHHHHH LISTEN I GOT MUSCLES BUT NOT ENOUGH MUSCLE TO DUAL WIELD BLADES AND TAKE DOWN MONSTERS MANY TIMES MY OWN SIZE. YEAH I’M A LITTLE FUCKED.

Isn’t it like physically impossible to dual blade in real life unless you’re using light swords/daggers/axes? Unless there’s like mega magical protein In my food I’m cooked. The gravios is gonna see me and fuck my shit uppppppp…

Not to mention my old soft tissue injuries- I sprained my ankles real bad and it still aches- it’s been almost two years. My shit still clicks when I roll it in a circle. My shoulder too. Dislocated that in January. That clicks too now.

I could probably handle desert heat though. Florida is a mix of desert and swamp, so at least the exposure won’t do me in.

Oh these guys are hilarious I love them to bits

So there are several species of frogs that have evolved to be so small that their vestibular balance system doesn't work well and I'm sorry but it's the funniest thing to watch them try to jump.

Yknow you really don’t know how much your mental health impacts your physical health until you start seeing it fall apart under serious mental strain.

Just noticed the gums on a few of my teeth receding- like I’m pretty sure the bone is exposed (I’ve always had like, really little gum and giant ass teeth, part of why I do my best to take care of them), which doesn’t make sense because I kinda obsess over brushing and cleaning in-between them whenever I can remember to take time for myself (pretty much every morning and most nights because thank you ADHD and depression you really don’t need to get worse after a long day, but for some reason you do, but I do my best to maintain healthy habits so I don’t experience long term consequences from y’all’s shit, so suck my dick)

I don’t have cavities- haven’t in years, and my gums normally don’t bleed much if at all, but I guess I didn’t pay attention to my spit until this morning cause it was bloody as hell. So I took a look. And one of my lower teeth is just. The gum used to be there not long ago. It’s not there now!

So I panicked. Obviously. I spent too much money fixing my shit teeth genetics so that I could smile without breaking mirrors and I DID NOT go through hell with mouth devices in middle school to have my bottom teeth fall out under mysterious circumstances.

So I did a quick little read up on it online. Apparently stress is REALLY BAD for your gums. And teeth. And the bone surrounding your teeth. It can make you prone to infections and periodontitis, if not make you more vulnerable to developing it.

And for several months I have been under, like, some of the most SEVERE stress of my life ever because thank you shitty chemistry teacher and thank you gifted student complex that makes me judge my self worth through my grade point average, you’re both bastards and I hate you both for this.

My diet hasn’t changed too much, I’m too broke to be eating absurd amounts of junk food when my mom still insists on cooking for me. And my home-cooked meals still include vegetables and starches and meats, so pretty wholesome meals all in all. My oral hygiene, while sometimes spotty because mental health, hasn’t been consistently neglectful because I recently decided I wanted my teeth to not be stained Brit yellow as a tea drinker, so I bought an expensive whitening tooth paste (with fluoride of course), and in order for it to work and continue working I need to brush consistently obviously, so that’s been motivating me to brush and I’ve seen it help. My gums are a healthy pale pink, not bloody red or swollen.

I even have one of those pick and mirror kits you can buy at the store that I use to check my teeth out and for missed or suspicious spots. Listen, ok, I had one of those telescoping rods installed in my mouth in middle school, a power chain, wedges, and rubber bands. My mouth was torn to fucking hell to fix my teeth and not have them fall out because they were fighting for space (because they were massive and I also had to have them shaved down just to fit in my mouth. By like a lot. A lot a lot). And I’m not doing that shit ever again. Like NEVER EVER. I had a permanent retainer installed on my lower teeth (haven’t broken it yet) and I wear my upper retainer at least once a week (again forgetfulness is worse when I’m exhausted and I wear it at night. Still trying to build that healthy habit, and it still fits even if a little snug sometimes. It’s still Better than never wearing it.)

But they’re receding on a few of my teeth and that’s a recent development because during my last dentist appointment my dentist said I was looking great, just to keep an eye on a potential problem area we’ve been watching over the years, but I’ve had no issues with it so far. That problem area WAS NOT my gums, or my gums attempting to evacuate existence. And I have had a little sensitivity to temperature but I assumed “well whitening toothpaste duh”. Now I’m starting to suspect it’s because my stress levels are causing my body to not function correctly and that’s affecting me physically. I’ve had more evidence for this theory but I’ve been dismissing it aside from this, including heart palpitations, trouble sleeping, a grey hair (I’m deadly serious unfortunately), stomach issues, menstrual irregularity even on BC, consistently elevated heart rate, and other issues. Mostly because honestly I don’t know of ways to manage this kind of stress in the context of adult life when nobody has time for themselves anymore between working and school.

This is the stuff people don’t talk about when it comes to stress. It’s always this intangible concept when talked about; but it’s not. It’s a physical manifestation and process in your body. You experience it, and it’s real even when you can’t feel or see it. And its impacts are really terrible for people’s health. But we don’t talk about those far reaching physical effects. We only talk about the emotional aspect of it, but it has an extremely physical impact on the body, and it can fucking kill you if not cause long-term harm.

I wish I knew how the fuck to make time for myself and fix this but I cannot manifest extra time for myself out of thin air, so I’ll just have to wait till things chill again and remember to do life at my own pace again.

I now know how to describe my dog when he sprints inside the house because the grass is wet and he doesn’t like having wet feet

Ploop ploop ploop

I wish I could just turn off my existence for the next few days and turn it on again when my first week of exams are over so I have no memory of the even, my eye hasn’t stopped fucking TWITCHING in weeks.

Why couldn’t great apes evolve the ability to go into torpor on command. (don’t answer this I know that wouldn’t be very effective.)

Why couldn’t I have been an opossum, and just conk the fuck out when I’m stressed so people think I’m dead until I wake up an hour later and I’m just fine.

THERE IS NO GREATER DOPAMINE HIT THEN PEOPLE COMMENTING PRAISES ON YOUR FIC I SWEAR I’M SO STUPID GIDDY WITH JOY

Antidepressants who? Comments praising my writing are all I need to cure my depression!

I’m writing an Ace attorney Nrmt fic where Phoenix gets turned into a Werewolf in the stupidest way possible

If you want to read it, Here:

Leaving things where I will always, like clockwork, know I will look for them first.

When I lose things and CANT find them, it’s because either I or someone else broke the routine.

If I can see it immediately I need to feel that it is there. Can’t feel it or see it? Need to hear it. My vision is already and always has been shit.

Keys? If they’re not in my pants pockets, they’re in my hands. If they’re not in my hands, I have them in my teeth. Not In my teeth? Check my bag pocket. Not in bag pocket? They then are only ever going to be in my car cupholder.

I can’t forget my work shoes if they are already on my feet or literally beneath or on my work bag. Even if this annoys the piss out of other people, it. works.

If something is within arms reach, the compulsion of: I might as well! Kicks in and I can actually manage at least taking care of my basic needs

The problem with this method is if I get stuck in a depressive spiral and don’t look at a specific spot by the mirror in the bathroom that I look at 90% of the time like three self care tasks are being forgotten that day.

If the cleaning supplies are sitting on the bathroom counter, eventually I will remember to do the task. Usually when looking at the thing annoys me enough.