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outoftheframework: outoftheframework: so a little fun tidbit about me is that i write screenplays. i challenged myself to write one in fifteen minutes, unedited, and then post it. this is what happened. enjoy? so so so thankful and in awe to the response to this post. I love screenwriting and it would be my pleasure to provide you guys with more high quality work in the future, y’all make me so happy.thank you :): gotham city by meg INT. WAREHOUSE NIGHT The discordant SCREECH of a wooden chair's being dragged across a concrete floor echoes through the spacious yet deserted warehouse. The tinted lights are dim, some flickering without any discernible pattern. A heavy pair of boots stomp rhythmically as an man makes his way across the room, the chair firmly in his grip. The man, a nameless HENCHMAN type, is who someone with manners would refer to as "burly" or "built." He stops underneath the brightest light in the room, setting the chair down and revealing its occupant. He is wearing a golden "RR" symbol decorating his chest. Despite the sack covering his features, one can still make out his raven hair poking out of the burlap fabric. a uniform of sorts, with black and red details plus HENCHMAN (gruff) Seems like the Batman... is losing his touch RED ROBIN's head twitches underneath the sack. RED ROBIN (muffled) Do I look like Batman to you? The henchman circles the teen like a tiger stalking its prey, if that tiger had one too many antelope dinners. He forces out a deep and planned LAUGH HENCHMAN No, no, no. Much too small, you are Red Robin shifts in his seat. Inaudible muffling can be heard from underneath the sack. HENCHMAN (CONT'D) Shhh, little bird. You must save your breath! Air will get spare quite soon. Henchman LAUGHS again, but this time his voice horribly cracks. He COUGHS quickly, but the damage was done. Red Robin shifts in his seat once more in the following uncomfortable silence. HENCHMAN (CONT'D) So tell me- 2. Henchman tries to restore the tense atmosphere by slipping an obnoxiously sized syringe full of mysterious liquid out of a package hidden in his coat pocket. HENCHMAN (CONT'D) Where is the bat? My employer just wants to... chat. Red Robin drops his head to the side, effectively communicating a "bitch, please" without the spoken word. Henchman menacingly shakes his head as he stalks toward the teen HENCHMAN (CONT'D) I had a feeling you were the dumb robin A voice suddenly cuts through the heavy air. RED HOOD (from above) Damn right! The man drops the syringe in surprise, eliciting CRASH Red Robin perks up at the dialogue, using the hand that was supposedly tied to the splintering wooden chair to lift the sack from his head. a horrid RED ROBIN (yelling) I resent that! More bickering voices start to emerge from the darkened catwalk above the factory floor. The henchman stands stunned SPOILER Hey, don't say that! sensitive. He's ROBIN Weakest Robin, maybe. Getting himself kidnapped by this oaf? Disgraceful RED ROBIN (yelling) We literally planned this! It was your idea! Red Robin starts untying the ropes around his ankles. 3. ROBIN Maybe there's a reason you're always playing kidnapped! RED ROBIN (yelling) Because you guys are jerks? NIGHTWING Hey, I volunteered to be kidnapped this time! BATGIRL Oh, honey. We all know how that would play out. A communal GROAN emits from the batkids as they reminisce on the last time Dick volunteered to play kidnapped. RED HOOD I take it back, Wing's the dumb Robin NIGHTWING OKAY, first of all, not my fault- the fire was The batkids devolve into unintelligible BICKERING. To an outside observer, it would seem as Red Robin is yelling into darkness filled with disembodied voices. Henchman SPUTTERS, unable to form coherent words. HENCHMAN H-hey! You- You can't- ALL BATKIDS (yelling) Shut up! The henchman shuts his gaping mouth with the CLICK of his teeth HENCHΜΑΝ (talking to himself) I 'm not getting out of this, am 1? A pair of white eyes cut through the darkness behind him ΒΑΤΜAΝ No outoftheframework: outoftheframework: so a little fun tidbit about me is that i write screenplays. i challenged myself to write one in fifteen minutes, unedited, and then post it. this is what happened. enjoy? so so so thankful and in awe to the response to this post. I love screenwriting and it would be my pleasure to provide you guys with more high quality work in the future, y’all make me so happy.thank you :)
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The neighbors are doing the weed.: teaboot I swear to God I'm going to kill my pothead stoner asshole neighbors. This apartment has no fucking air circulation and it's hot as Lucifer's tits in here so I open window and it's fucking 25/7around-the-clock goddamned fucking CLOUDS of fucking weed coming up the side of the building, fucking hotboxes by proxy two stories up. Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Like I could not physically give less of a steaming shit that they're smoking pot, I don't care, I don't give a FUUUUCK, but it's a beautiful 3 in the afternoon or pouring rain at 1 AM and ITS PRECIPITATING WEED SWEAT IN MY LIVIBG ROOM I swear to God they're just chucking it by the kilo onto the barbecue at this point. They've got to be hosting a fucking White Trash Bob Marley revival tour on their fucking balcony and broadcasting it live to Hoboken They're doing a goddamned kush marathon fundraiser to raise awareness for discontinued Doritos flavours I can hear them coughing smoke. FROM MY BATHROOM Every so often I hear a loud ass *wheeeeze*, and I pray to the Lord that one of them has finally Gone Home To Jesus There is no reason in the entire known universe for three people to consume this much fucking devil lettuce per day. They should be dead. They're going to be the first known death caused by a marijuana overdose I cannot overstate how bad it smells When I open my window, I'm immediately astral-projected into the body of a 43 year old blonde woman with dreadlocks named Amethystglow Phoenixfire. She has an OM tattoo on top of her left foot and sells decorative gourds online. Her "spirit animal" is a tiger. She has a rescue dog and feeds it on a strict vegan diet. She doesn't believe in soap An hour later I emerge from my vision wearing a triple X size mumu, one burkinstock, and a Lulu lemon headband. I didn't own a bongo before, but I do now teaboot I promised my mama I wouldn't grow up to be a violet person but Its past midnight on a Thursday and I'm about to go downstairs and strangle these shit spewing smog muppets with my own two bare hands teaboot I have to get up at 6 AM for work tomorrow morning and I'm going to have to walk past a crime scene that looks like three oily sheepdogs were beaten to death by Oscar the grouch and I'm going to have to pretend I have no idea what happened teaboot I'm so fucking high right now teaboot HOLY FUCK THIS IS STILL MY LIFE BUT ON THE BRIGHT SIDE THEIR COUGHS ARE NOW A LONG, WHISTLING WHEEZE SO MAYBE GOD IS HERE TO INTERVENE Source: teaboot The neighbors are doing the weed.
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david: 10 years ago this Sunday, with modest expectations and little fanfare, Marco and I launched a side-project called Tumblr—a place where anyone could “post anything and customize everything.” Why did the world need Tumblr? I wasn’t sure it did. But I did. 2006 The net is vast and infinite. The web browser has become a multimedia powerhouse. “Social media” is upending news and entertainment. One-year-old YouTube has created a phenomenon of “viral video.” Google hits for “podcast” have jumped from 100-thousand to 100-million in less than a year. Twitter has just launched. And the “blogosphere” has become the voice of millions, with the total number of blogs now doubling every six months. Dope. But for all this progress, some of the internet’s brightest promise is fading. The wide-open and whimsical frontier of the World Wide Web is being reshaped by strict, narrow platforms. Our pictures, videos, music, journals, articles, links, status updates, are spread across a dozen different networks—each specializing in a single medium. The infinitely expressive canvas of HTML has been eclipsed by directories of vanilla-white profile pages. Our digital identities are fractured and engineers make the rules. Enter Tumblehub Tumblespot Tumblr, a modest solution inspired by an avant-garde community of bloggers calling themselves “tumbleloggers.” The premise, simply, to make space for each individual’s full range of expression. A median between the author’s unfiltered and editorial voice. With complete control over design and presentation, so anyone can create something that truly represents themselves and that is truly unique. 2007 After four months of running my own blog on Tumblr, making tweaks and improvements, we open to the public. Hundreds of thousands of people begin using Tumblr to share some of the most eclectic, clever, and beautiful things we’ve ever seen on the internet. We are humbled and awestruck. Racing to keep up, every feature we add attempts to stretch the canvas a little bit more, pushed by this community’s constant and boundless creativity. Five months in, you have captured our hearts. We work up the courage to pursue Tumblr full time. With a new purpose and brave investors, we close down our web development business and reopen as Tumblr, Inc. 2017 336 million Tumblrs. 146 billion posts. And counting. A generation of artists, writers, creators, curators, and crusaders that have redefined our culture. I can’t say this enough: Thank you, thank you, thank you for making Tumblr everything that it is. For everything we’ve built, and all its shortcomings, you have managed to make this one of the most creative, lively, thoughtful, supportive, and open-minded corners of the world. We have learned so much from you and been so moved by your voices. The Next Ten Years The internet is at a crossroads again. Internet culture has become the prevalent, global culture. These networks expose us to new ideas and information but–too often–trap us in bubbles. The world has been compressed, and we are constantly challenged to reconcile our differences. With so many barriers to digital expression now lifted, and nearly all modes of media supported across all platforms, there is now an unprecedented opportunity to dedicate this space to freedom, truth, expanded perspective, and positive influence in the world. Tumblr’s focus over the next decade will shift accordingly. Expression has been and always will be a foundational part of Tumblr—and our roadmap this year will not disappoint—but it is now more urgent than ever to empower positive and productive connections across the communities that thrive here. To create an environment where people are truly safe to be themselves. To ensure positive discourse rises above toxicity. And to protect the free exchange of ideas, from which truth will emerge. We still have so much to prove and so much we’ve promised you. With this renewed focus, we are determined to deliver. One Last Thing From the bottom of my heart, thank you to everyone working on, and who has ever worked on, Tumblr. I’ve learned so much from all of you, and it is a privilege to come to work with so many brilliant and talented people. We couldn’t have done any of this without your maniacal devotion throughout this journey. Fuck yeah to 10 more 💙 : tumblr ESTD 2007 david: 10 years ago this Sunday, with modest expectations and little fanfare, Marco and I launched a side-project called Tumblr—a place where anyone could “post anything and customize everything.” Why did the world need Tumblr? I wasn’t sure it did. But I did. 2006 The net is vast and infinite. The web browser has become a multimedia powerhouse. “Social media” is upending news and entertainment. One-year-old YouTube has created a phenomenon of “viral video.” Google hits for “podcast” have jumped from 100-thousand to 100-million in less than a year. Twitter has just launched. And the “blogosphere” has become the voice of millions, with the total number of blogs now doubling every six months. Dope. But for all this progress, some of the internet’s brightest promise is fading. The wide-open and whimsical frontier of the World Wide Web is being reshaped by strict, narrow platforms. Our pictures, videos, music, journals, articles, links, status updates, are spread across a dozen different networks—each specializing in a single medium. The infinitely expressive canvas of HTML has been eclipsed by directories of vanilla-white profile pages. Our digital identities are fractured and engineers make the rules. Enter Tumblehub Tumblespot Tumblr, a modest solution inspired by an avant-garde community of bloggers calling themselves “tumbleloggers.” The premise, simply, to make space for each individual’s full range of expression. A median between the author’s unfiltered and editorial voice. With complete control over design and presentation, so anyone can create something that truly represents themselves and that is truly unique. 2007 After four months of running my own blog on Tumblr, making tweaks and improvements, we open to the public. Hundreds of thousands of people begin using Tumblr to share some of the most eclectic, clever, and beautiful things we’ve ever seen on the internet. We are humbled and awestruck. Racing to keep up, every feature we add attempts to stretch the canvas a little bit more, pushed by this community’s constant and boundless creativity. Five months in, you have captured our hearts. We work up the courage to pursue Tumblr full time. With a new purpose and brave investors, we close down our web development business and reopen as Tumblr, Inc. 2017 336 million Tumblrs. 146 billion posts. And counting. A generation of artists, writers, creators, curators, and crusaders that have redefined our culture. I can’t say this enough: Thank you, thank you, thank you for making Tumblr everything that it is. For everything we’ve built, and all its shortcomings, you have managed to make this one of the most creative, lively, thoughtful, supportive, and open-minded corners of the world. We have learned so much from you and been so moved by your voices. The Next Ten Years The internet is at a crossroads again. Internet culture has become the prevalent, global culture. These networks expose us to new ideas and information but–too often–trap us in bubbles. The world has been compressed, and we are constantly challenged to reconcile our differences. With so many barriers to digital expression now lifted, and nearly all modes of media supported across all platforms, there is now an unprecedented opportunity to dedicate this space to freedom, truth, expanded perspective, and positive influence in the world. Tumblr’s focus over the next decade will shift accordingly. Expression has been and always will be a foundational part of Tumblr—and our roadmap this year will not disappoint—but it is now more urgent than ever to empower positive and productive connections across the communities that thrive here. To create an environment where people are truly safe to be themselves. To ensure positive discourse rises above toxicity. And to protect the free exchange of ideas, from which truth will emerge. We still have so much to prove and so much we’ve promised you. With this renewed focus, we are determined to deliver. One Last Thing From the bottom of my heart, thank you to everyone working on, and who has ever worked on, Tumblr. I’ve learned so much from all of you, and it is a privilege to come to work with so many brilliant and talented people. We couldn’t have done any of this without your maniacal devotion throughout this journey. Fuck yeah to 10 more 💙
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thefingerfuckingfemalefury: brookietf: thefingerfuckingfemalefury: adulthoodisokay: i want to scream but worry that if i do i won’t be able to stop [x] A film “Lacking” a male lead is a lot like a film “Lacking” an hour long sequence where everyone just screams at the viewer Nothing of value is lost by its omission and in fact the film is improved by it not being there Men are in virtually every other film, who gives a shit. Straight cis white dudes are desperate to pretend that they’re somehow being hard done by, it makes them feel better about how mediocre their lives are if they imagine that the Misandrists are conspiring against them : Marc @MarcSnetiker Follow Wow it almost sounds like you're saying the men are treated as women have been in movies for iterally a century hollywoodreporter.com/review/rogue-o hat the film really lacks is a strong and vigorous male lead (such as Han Solo or John Boyega's Finn in The Force Awakens) to balance more equally with Jyn and supply a sparring partner. None of the men here has real physical or vocal stature, nor any scenes in which they can decisively emerge from the pack in a way that engages audience enthusiasm RETWEETS LIKES 47 76 12:42 PM-13 Dec 2016 thefingerfuckingfemalefury: brookietf: thefingerfuckingfemalefury: adulthoodisokay: i want to scream but worry that if i do i won’t be able to stop [x] A film “Lacking” a male lead is a lot like a film “Lacking” an hour long sequence where everyone just screams at the viewer Nothing of value is lost by its omission and in fact the film is improved by it not being there Men are in virtually every other film, who gives a shit. Straight cis white dudes are desperate to pretend that they’re somehow being hard done by, it makes them feel better about how mediocre their lives are if they imagine that the Misandrists are conspiring against them
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johanirae: thefingerfuckingfemalefury: brookietf: thefingerfuckingfemalefury: adulthoodisokay: i want to scream but worry that if i do i won’t be able to stop [x] A film “Lacking” a male lead is a lot like a film “Lacking” an hour long sequence where everyone just screams at the viewer Nothing of value is lost by its omission and in fact the film is improved by it not being there Men are in virtually every other film, who gives a shit. Straight cis white dudes are desperate to pretend that they’re somehow being hard done by, it makes them feel better about how mediocre their lives are if they imagine that the Misandrists are conspiring against them The hell is this review talking about anyway, ‘lacking a strong male lead (such as Han Solo and Finn). Chirrut Îmwe, former Jedi who straight up ass kicked the group of stormtroopers? Baze Malbus, who runs around with a machine gun for funzies? WTF? : Marc @MarcSnetiker Follow Wow it almost sounds like you're saying the men are treated as women have been in movies for iterally a century hollywoodreporter.com/review/rogue-o hat the film really lacks is a strong and vigorous male lead (such as Han Solo or John Boyega's Finn in The Force Awakens) to balance more equally with Jyn and supply a sparring partner. None of the men here has real physical or vocal stature, nor any scenes in which they can decisively emerge from the pack in a way that engages audience enthusiasm RETWEETS LIKES 47 76 12:42 PM-13 Dec 2016 johanirae: thefingerfuckingfemalefury: brookietf: thefingerfuckingfemalefury: adulthoodisokay: i want to scream but worry that if i do i won’t be able to stop [x] A film “Lacking” a male lead is a lot like a film “Lacking” an hour long sequence where everyone just screams at the viewer Nothing of value is lost by its omission and in fact the film is improved by it not being there Men are in virtually every other film, who gives a shit. Straight cis white dudes are desperate to pretend that they’re somehow being hard done by, it makes them feel better about how mediocre their lives are if they imagine that the Misandrists are conspiring against them The hell is this review talking about anyway, ‘lacking a strong male lead (such as Han Solo and Finn). Chirrut Îmwe, former Jedi who straight up ass kicked the group of stormtroopers? Baze Malbus, who runs around with a machine gun for funzies? WTF? 
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meme-mage: GRACE OF THE MONARCHS & HER MIRACULOUS JOURNEY Escape the rat race! Awaken the butterfly within! You are about to embark on a miraculous journey. You need no baggage, no heavy backpack, not even a walking stick. On this journey you will travel light. Like many of us, Grace lives in the midst of a hectic rat race. On the surface, she seems to do well: she lives in a beautiful home, drives a luxurious car, and has a promising career in the most prestigious law firm in Toronto. But inside, Grace is dying. Recent tragic events bundled with years of pressure to achieve, to impress, and to be recognized, have taken their toll. Her once genuine smile is now forced. Even the fastest rat eventually gets tired. Just when she’s at the end of her rope, Grace meets something she didn’t expect…a light rider! A master of change! A monarch butterfly of fall, ready to embark on the most miraculous of all journeys. Grace’s life is about to change forever… This book will spark the fire of change within you, the flame of growth will warm you forever. Wake up, butterfly! Wake up! Burst free of your limited shell and emerge with your butterfly wings. The world around you is filled with color and light. Flap your golden wings. Fly- and you shall see for yourself. : GRACE OF THE MONARCHS & HER MIRACULOUS JOURNEY ake up butterfly! Wake up G.H. BABAGILO meme-mage: GRACE OF THE MONARCHS & HER MIRACULOUS JOURNEY Escape the rat race! Awaken the butterfly within! You are about to embark on a miraculous journey. You need no baggage, no heavy backpack, not even a walking stick. On this journey you will travel light. Like many of us, Grace lives in the midst of a hectic rat race. On the surface, she seems to do well: she lives in a beautiful home, drives a luxurious car, and has a promising career in the most prestigious law firm in Toronto. But inside, Grace is dying. Recent tragic events bundled with years of pressure to achieve, to impress, and to be recognized, have taken their toll. Her once genuine smile is now forced. Even the fastest rat eventually gets tired. Just when she’s at the end of her rope, Grace meets something she didn’t expect…a light rider! A master of change! A monarch butterfly of fall, ready to embark on the most miraculous of all journeys. Grace’s life is about to change forever… This book will spark the fire of change within you, the flame of growth will warm you forever. Wake up, butterfly! Wake up! Burst free of your limited shell and emerge with your butterfly wings. The world around you is filled with color and light. Flap your golden wings. Fly- and you shall see for yourself.

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meme-mage: GRACE OF THE MONARCHS HER MIRACULOUS JOURNEY Escape the rat race! Awaken the butterfly within! You are about to embark on a miraculous journey. You need no baggage, no heavy backpack, not even a walking stick. On this journey you will travel light. Like many of us, Grace lives in the midst of a hectic rat race. On the surface, she seems to do well: she lives in a beautiful home, drives a luxurious car, and has a promising career in the most prestigious law firm in Toronto. But inside, Grace is dying. Recent tragic events bundled with years of pressure to achieve, to impress, and to be recognized, have taken their toll. Her once genuine smile is now forced. Even the fastest rat eventually gets tired. Just when she’s at the end of her rope, Grace meets something she didn’t expect…a light rider! A master of change! A monarch butterfly of fall, ready to embark on the most miraculous of all journeys. Grace’s life is about to change forever… This book will spark the fire of change within you, the flame of growth will warm you forever. Wake up, butterfly! Wake up! Burst free of your limited shell and emerge with your butterfly wings. The world around you is filled with color and light. Flap your golden wings. Fly- and you shall see for yourself. : GRACE OF THE MONARCHS & HER MIRACULOUS JOURNEY ake up butterfly! Wake up G.H. BABAGILO meme-mage: GRACE OF THE MONARCHS HER MIRACULOUS JOURNEY Escape the rat race! Awaken the butterfly within! You are about to embark on a miraculous journey. You need no baggage, no heavy backpack, not even a walking stick. On this journey you will travel light. Like many of us, Grace lives in the midst of a hectic rat race. On the surface, she seems to do well: she lives in a beautiful home, drives a luxurious car, and has a promising career in the most prestigious law firm in Toronto. But inside, Grace is dying. Recent tragic events bundled with years of pressure to achieve, to impress, and to be recognized, have taken their toll. Her once genuine smile is now forced. Even the fastest rat eventually gets tired. Just when she’s at the end of her rope, Grace meets something she didn’t expect…a light rider! A master of change! A monarch butterfly of fall, ready to embark on the most miraculous of all journeys. Grace’s life is about to change forever… This book will spark the fire of change within you, the flame of growth will warm you forever. Wake up, butterfly! Wake up! Burst free of your limited shell and emerge with your butterfly wings. The world around you is filled with color and light. Flap your golden wings. Fly- and you shall see for yourself.

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peppermintdegenerate: ravingliberal: animalsandtrees: A new species is evolving before scientists’ eyes in the eastern United States. Wolves faced with a diminishing number of potential mates are lowering their standards and mating with other, similar species, reported The Economist. The interbreeding began up to 200 years ago, as European settlers pushed into southern Ontario and cleared the animal’s habitat for farming and killed a large number of the wolves that lived there. That also allowed coyotes to spread from the prairies, and the white farmers brought dogs into the region. Over time, wolves began mating with their new, genetically similar neighbors. The resulting offspring — which has been called the eastern coyote or, to some, the “coywolf” — now number in the millions, according to researchers at North Carolina State University. Interspecies-bred animals are typically less vigorous than their parents, The Economist reported — if the offspring survive at all. That’s not the case at all with the wolf-coyote-dog hybrid, which has developed into a sum greater than the whole of its parts. At about 55 pounds, the hybrid animal is about twice as heavy as a standard coyote, and her large jaws, faster legs and muscular body allow her to take down small deer and even hunt moose in packs, and the animal is skilled at hunting in both open terrain and dense woodland. An analysis of 437 hybrid animals found that coyote DNA dominates her genetic makeup, with about one-tenth of its DNA from dogs, usually larger dogs such as Doberman pinschers and German shepherds, and a quarter from wolves. The animal’s cry starts out as a deep-pitched wolf howl that morphs into higher-pitched yipping — like a coyote. Her dog DNA may carry an additional advantage. Some scientists think the hybrid animal is able to adapt to city life — which neither coyotes or wolves have managed to do on their own — because her dog ancestry allows her  to tolerate people and noise. The coywolves have spread into some of the nation’s largest cities — including New York, Boston and Washington — using railway corridors. The interbreeding allows the animal to diversify her diet and eat discarded food, along with rodents and smaller mammals — including cats, which coywolves eat skull and all — and they have evolved to become nocturnal to avoid humans. The animals are also smart enough to learn to look both ways before crossing roads. Not all researchers agree the animal is a distinct species, arguing that one species does not interbreed with another — although the hybrid’s existence raises the question of whether wolves and coyotes are distinct species in the first place. But scientists who have studied the animal say the mixing of genes has been much faster, extensive and transformational than anyone had noticed until fairly recently. “(This) amazing contemporary evolution story (is) happening right underneath our nose,” said Roland Kays, a researcher at North Carolina State. Watch this report on coywolves. Raw Story Überdoge bring them to australia n have them cross breed with dingos : SCIENCE A new species is evolving right before our eyes – an ultra-successful mix of wolves, coyotes and dogs Eastern coyote (Wikipedia Commons) peppermintdegenerate: ravingliberal: animalsandtrees: A new species is evolving before scientists’ eyes in the eastern United States. Wolves faced with a diminishing number of potential mates are lowering their standards and mating with other, similar species, reported The Economist. The interbreeding began up to 200 years ago, as European settlers pushed into southern Ontario and cleared the animal’s habitat for farming and killed a large number of the wolves that lived there. That also allowed coyotes to spread from the prairies, and the white farmers brought dogs into the region. Over time, wolves began mating with their new, genetically similar neighbors. The resulting offspring — which has been called the eastern coyote or, to some, the “coywolf” — now number in the millions, according to researchers at North Carolina State University. Interspecies-bred animals are typically less vigorous than their parents, The Economist reported — if the offspring survive at all. That’s not the case at all with the wolf-coyote-dog hybrid, which has developed into a sum greater than the whole of its parts. At about 55 pounds, the hybrid animal is about twice as heavy as a standard coyote, and her large jaws, faster legs and muscular body allow her to take down small deer and even hunt moose in packs, and the animal is skilled at hunting in both open terrain and dense woodland. An analysis of 437 hybrid animals found that coyote DNA dominates her genetic makeup, with about one-tenth of its DNA from dogs, usually larger dogs such as Doberman pinschers and German shepherds, and a quarter from wolves. The animal’s cry starts out as a deep-pitched wolf howl that morphs into higher-pitched yipping — like a coyote. Her dog DNA may carry an additional advantage. Some scientists think the hybrid animal is able to adapt to city life — which neither coyotes or wolves have managed to do on their own — because her dog ancestry allows her  to tolerate people and noise. The coywolves have spread into some of the nation’s largest cities — including New York, Boston and Washington — using railway corridors. The interbreeding allows the animal to diversify her diet and eat discarded food, along with rodents and smaller mammals — including cats, which coywolves eat skull and all — and they have evolved to become nocturnal to avoid humans. The animals are also smart enough to learn to look both ways before crossing roads. Not all researchers agree the animal is a distinct species, arguing that one species does not interbreed with another — although the hybrid’s existence raises the question of whether wolves and coyotes are distinct species in the first place. But scientists who have studied the animal say the mixing of genes has been much faster, extensive and transformational than anyone had noticed until fairly recently. “(This) amazing contemporary evolution story (is) happening right underneath our nose,” said Roland Kays, a researcher at North Carolina State. Watch this report on coywolves. Raw Story Überdoge bring them to australia n have them cross breed with dingos

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Thank Youhttp://omg-humor.tumblr.com: I almost died today. Here is the true story. So I was derping in my backyard today, picking up dog crap. The whole time, my dog was just sitting there watching me, enjoying the sight. So I go to the small section in between my trampoline and my fence. Now if any of you haven't seen my trampoline, it is really old and there are these black foam things on the bars that used to hold up a net, but they are mostly destroyed now. So I walk in the narrow space, and I get completely covered by the hugest web Ive ever felt. All over my face, all over my chest and shoulders. I freak out, but I realize that there is no worries. I see no spider, and it would have to be a big ass spider to concoct such a glorious web. Well, sure enough, in the middle of my struggle to break free, I look up, and slowly, ever so slowly, I see the huge, black-brown mass of a spider about the size of my fist crawl out of some old, decaying foam protectors. I stare at it; it stares back. I look closely for any threads connecting us, and there, glinting back at me with sunlight, is one strand of spider web, connecting the hulk spider to my face. It realizes the fact at the same time as me, and thinks, "Yes! This boy's eye sockets will make excellent breeding holes for my eggs!" and starts a full on crawling sprint towards me. I freak out, and begin to struggle even more and more to release myself from this web. It reaches the halfway mark and sees me begin to escape, so it goes for gold. The Hail Mary play. A daring leap straight for the head. Time slows down. This thing has all legs extended, blocking out the sun. A sure death for me. My left arm breaks free from the web. This could be my chance! A quick and decisive left cross reaches the spider JUST in time, knocking the behemoth against the fence. I looks dazed; begins to squirm around on the ground, preparing for a counteroffensive. I don't give it a chance. I take the poop shovel in both my hands, shout a battle cry of pure victorious slaughter and smash my enemy into a crumpled pile, each strike emanating a loud crunch of the monster's body. I emerge the survivor in this battle. Thank you video games, for my improved reaction time, lest I fall victim to fate. Unike Comment Share 3 hours ago e unfriendable.com THIS GUY deserves a medal. TASTE OF AWESOME.COM THANK YOU Video Games TASTE OF AWESOME.COM Thank Youhttp://omg-humor.tumblr.com
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Someone Call Hagridhttp://omg-humor.tumblr.com: I almost died today. Here is the true story. So I was derping in my backyard today, picking up dog crap. The whole time, my dog was just sitting there watching me, enjoying the sight. So I go to the small section in between my trampoline and my fence. Now if any of you haven't seen my trampoline, it is really old and there are these black foam things on the bars that used to hold up a net, but they are mostly destroyed now. So I walk in the narrow space, and I get completely covered by the hugest web I've ever felt. All over my face, all over my chest and shoulders. I freak out, but I realize that there is no worries. I see no spider, and it would have to be a big ass spider to concoct such a glorious web. Well, sure enough, in the middle of my struggle to break free, I look up, and slowly, ever so slowly, I see the huge, black-brown mass of a spider about the size of my fist crawl out of some old, decaying foam protectors. I stare at it; it stares back. I look closely for any threads connecting us, and there, glinting back at me with sunlight, is one strand of spider web, connecting the hulk spider to my face. It realizes the fact at the same time as me, and thinks, "Yes! This boy's eye sockets will make excellent breeding holes for my eggs!" and starts a full on crawling sprint towards me. I freak out, and begin to struggle even more and more to release myself from this web. It reaches the halfway mark and sees me begin to escape, so it goes for gold. The Hail Mary play. A daring leap straight for the head. Time slows down. This thing has all legs extended, blocking out the sun. A sure death for me. My left arm breaks free from the web. This could be my chance! A quick and decisive left cross reaches the spider JUST in time, knocking the behemoth against the fence. It looks dazed; begins to squirm around on the ground, preparing for a counteroffensive. I don't give it a chance. I take the poop shovel in both my hands, shout a battle cry of pure victorious slaughter and smash my enemy into a crumpled pile, each strike emanating a loud crunch of the monster's body. I emerge the survivor in this battle. Thank you video games, for my improved reaction time, lest I fall victim to fate. Unlike · Comment Share 3 hours ago unfriendable.com SOMEONE CALL HAGRID This boy just killed Aragog TASTE OF AWESOME.COM Someone Call Hagridhttp://omg-humor.tumblr.com
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