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Genus Tremoctopus

(Blanket Octopuses)

(not octopi octopuses is correct when referring to different species)

Blanket octopuses are a genus of pelagic (open water) octopuses that live in most tropical oceans. They get the name blanket due to the fact that the females have long webbing on their tentacles which looks like a blanket. These species exhibit extreme sexual dimorphism as the females are alot bigger than males and have the webbing, whereas males are a few centimeters long and have no webbing. This webbing is used as a defense mechanism, when a predator approaches the female she unveils her webbing making her look alot bigger. They also have the Badass property of being immune to the Portuguese man o war’s toxin and actually rip off their tentacles and use them for defensive purposes.

Phylogeny

Animalia-Mollusca-Cephalopoda-Octopoda-Argonautoida-Tremoctopodidae-Tremoctopus

and we fell for it. we watched glee and we related to its characters and we fought its wars until it was too late. until it was nothing but a distorted picture of a parody of reality, a cracked mirror in which our souls were sucked and encased in glass. finn outed santana but it’s fine because he had good intentions. sam was supposed to be gay but we’re bringing blaine anderson in for that instead. the q in quinn is for queerbait. brittany was maybe raped but it was a one liner so who really knows. will schuester was a horrible fucking adult and should never have been allowed to care for children. finn, the white straight boy, did everything wrong but it was narratively presented as right. we turned on each other. klaine vs kum and finchel vs faberry. santana fought everyone so brittana stans fought everyone. character vs character, ship vs ship, blogger against blogger. we fucking hated each other. there was no glee fandom. there were character fandoms and ship fandoms and that is it and our mottos were all fuck glee.

we won every popularity contest, every online poll. we voted our fingers to the bone. we created art and wrote fanfic and made such excellent photo manips they were published in newspapers. we were prolific. we were consumers of the hell we created and we just kept producing more in a fucked up dystopian fandom chain of supply and demand. don’t get me started on the rpf. dianna wore a likes girls shirt on tour and made a statement an hour later revoking it. some people still say heya is real but it’s like a breath of the wind, a sound so bare i can’t quite make out the words. 

Stingrays (and their prickly, non-stinging cousins, the skates) will bury themselves in the sand like this to avoid predators or wait for prey to approach. It’s excellent camouflage, but when you’ve got humans in the water, it works a little too well. We can very easily step on these buried friends.

A stepped-on stingray will feel trapped and in danger, and will often retaliate by whipping its tail about–possibly sinking its venomous barb into some poor sap’s ankle. However, by scuffling through the sand as you walk, you’ll alert these animals to your presence and give them plenty of time to react and get out of your way. 

This works out best for both parties involved: In the event of a sting, a stingray barb should be removed at a hospital (inconvenient for you), and the now barbless ray has to wait several months for a new sting to grow in so that it can defend itself again (inconvenient for the ray).