#cicadas 2021

[hydranomago]

[AD-LIVE 2021] - Enoki Junya & Morikubo Showtaro

Honestly Enoki is so Itadori-coded in these

Would love to see redraws of Sukuna and Itadori in those gifs (you know which ones 👀)

#seiyuu #enoki junya #morikubo showtaro #adlive #stage play #adlive 2021 #junya enoki #enojun #yuji itadori #ryomen sukuna #jjk coded #yes that's enojun in a cicada suit #yes he sticks to the walls #enojun lets out his inner freaky for adlive and we are HERE for it #poor morikubo who has to adapt to enojun's antics #they give off fun uncle and crazy nephew vibes

[kon-kon-kon-kon]

#Satoko Houjou #Rika Furude #ひぐらしのなく頃に #Higurashi no Naku Koro ni SOTSU #Higurashi When They Cry SOTSU #When the Cicadas Cry #The Moment the Cicadas Cry #07th expansion #ryukishi07 #r07 #When They Cry #Passione #2021 #satoko #rika #satorika #visual novel #VN #anime gif #gif #higurashi no naku koro ni #higurashi #higu #sotsu #sotsugou #missing promise

[jonnysinsectcatalogue]

Insect Songs: Dog-Day Cicada - Neotibicen canicularis & Black-Legged Meadow Katydid - Orchelimum nigripes

In today's exploration of insects and their songs, we 2 familiar species today that are quite prevalent in Ontario's summer months. We begin with the tree-dwelling shriekers that seem to grow even louder when heat increases. Just as with Crickets and other Orthopterans, the large-bodied Cicadas only sing if they are male. To produce their sound, they rapidly expand and contract a membrane behind their thorax called a tymbal. Knowing this information, you can actually identify males and female by looking for the tymbals, which (in this specie) is located underneath the wing. Be very gentle when handling a Cicada in order to see this tymbal, and if it screeches in response, it's definitely a male. That said, unlike Orthopterous insects, Cicadas do not use stridulation to produce their song, as that process describes insects rub certain body parts together (e.g. see below) to produce sound. Vibrating a membrane doesn't match the description. If anything, it's more like flexing a muscle and allowing the hollow-filled body to amplify the sound so that all can hear it.

Pictured below is a typical example of how a Cicada song normally appears in audio form. It is a distinct, clear sound. Headphone warning, a Cicada shriek can be very shrill, even if the audio has been gently reduced.

As mentioned in this blog's 100th post, the Cicada's song appears continuous because of the tremendously rapid expansion and contraction of this membrane. The muscles controlling the membrane are so powerful that the tymbal can vibrate several hundred times per second. The faster the vibration builds (for this specie), the higher the pitch of the song becomes. That said, just as a Cricket's chirp can be isolated to clicks, a Cicada's song can be slowed down to hear the individual pulses. After slowing the screeching down by several hundred times, this is the result:

On the other side of the summer of insects, most Katydids generate their mating calls using wing-to-wing stridulation. There are exceptions of course (such as the Drumming Katydid), but today's specie has a loud method of communication! Like its Cricket friends, the loud, continuous sound is many clicks in rapid-succession. In fact, you can actually hear the beginnings of the clicks at the start of the song before the wings suddenly accelerate and make the call distinctive. Considered the role flight muscles play in controlling the wings and their noises, it's no surprise how the song can suddenly turn loud. It's very likely that the song can only be sustained in short bursts to prevent muscle damage or heat buildup, which is to say nothing of exposing oneself to a predator. The sound is alluring, for both mate and hunter alike. Pictured below is a typical example of the Black-Legged Meadow Katydid's song (headphone warning):

Do note, that while this is louder compared to the Cicada song, I was much closer to the source. If I was next to a singing Cicada, that too would have been an incredible amount of decibels! Nevertheless, when this Katydid's song is slowed down, the individual clicks become more prominent. Looking at it immediately after slowing the tempo down a few hundred times, a quick burst of less that one second becomes nearly 45 seconds of clicks! To showcase this, I've included a "portal" that offers a zoomed in look at the slowed song. Each spike in amplitude is a click of the wing-scraping. Even at reduce speed, you can hear the gradual acceleration of the clicking as the song goes on (headphone warning):

Pictures were taken on August 24, 2019 (Dog-Day Cicada) with a Samsung Galaxy S4 and on September 5, 2021 (Meadow Katydid) with a Google Pixel 4. Audio amplitude graphs were created using Audacity and samples from the following blog videos:

Black Legged Meadow Katydid | Dog-day Cicada

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[galleryofzecchou]

Cicada (Serai 12) and an energy drink 2021/11/21

#z art #illustration #oc art #oc: cicada #character #C2 #2021

[knifegremliin]

what is UP with me finding bugs on the back of my neck/shoulders because they climbed or landed on me outside and i didn't notice. i just found a fucking ant on the back of my neck? girl when did you get there? like, i love bugs, so i'm not really mad about it but i am a little annoyed because i just sat down and then i had to get back up to take you outside. don't do that.

#🔪.text #it keeps happening i stg #it happened like three times back in 2021 with the brood x emergence #and cicadas kept hitching a ride on me #and then i didn't notice until i sat back down because they LOUDLY buzzed at me #because i dared to very very slightly squish them since?? i didn't know they were back there?? #and now i sit down and start feeling an itch on my neck #and i go ??? #and go to itch and then feel something #so i pick the sucker up and lo and behold it's a fucking ant #like girlie what were you doing back there #and there's definitely other times as well. this happens very frequently #bugs apparently like me so much that they are constantly hitching a ride on me

[dodgebolts]

can I ask the context on your vi & paz tags because all I see is delusional tweets on that account

ig the tldr is that vi and paz have been like insane dream antis for YEARS and I spent most of my first couple of years on mcyttwt and my (former now. LOL) dream stan friends have gotten harassed by them or their followers so I have a residual hatred for them but anyways they used to parade as one of those 'logical' techno stan accounts so I think if they saw themselves writing such a nothingburger thread on George they'd be embarrassed and hopefully run themselves off the app in shame

#aka if I could prevent my friends getting harassed by something so lame I would and this is maybe the funniest way to do it #if it helps with justifying evil they were friends with cicada last I checked but I've also had them blocked since august 2021 So #negative #lyss answers #anon tag

[sketchmouse-art]

the last cicada swarm didn't affect my hometown ;-:

#cicada #bugs #insects #insect cw #i think i was too far south to see the massive brood in 2021 #milo draws

[animatedshortoftheday]

Blink in the Desert (2021) [10 min] by Shinobu Soejima | Japan

#Stop Motion #2021 #10 min #Shinobu Soejima #Japan #Animated Short #AnimatedShortOfTheDay #Animation #Desert #Winged Insects #Conflict #Cicada #GEIDAI #Tokyo University Of The Arts #Youtube

[sunlilys]

katja farin. cicada warp, 2021.

#katja farin #art #21st century #2020s #cicada #cicadas #2021

[xartwrk]

Corpseflower by Cicada The Burrower Artwork by Sawyer Hildebrandt

#cicada the burrower #corpseflower #black metal #sawyer hildebrandt #2021 #artwork #graphics

[zanephillips]

Alan Ritchson as Agent Carver Dark Web: Cicada 3301 (2021)

#alan ritchson #alanritchsonedit #agent carver #dark web: cicada 3301 #dark web cicada 3301 #dwc3301 #movie #film #filmedit #actor #men #menedit #mensource #dailymenedit #gifs #mine #*

[kon-kon-kon-kon]

#Satoko Houjou #Rika Furude #ひぐらしのなく頃に #Higurashi no Naku Koro ni SOTSU #Higurashi When They Cry SOTSU #When the Cicadas Cry #The Moment the Cicadas Cry #07th expansion #ryukishi07 #r07 #When They Cry #Passione #2021 #satoko #rika #satorika #visual novel #VN #anime gif #gif #higurashi no naku koro ni #higurashi #higu #sotsu #sotsugou #missing promise

[jonnysinsectcatalogue]

Dog-Day Cicada - Neotibicen canicularis

Well, I hinted at this in a very important earlier post that honors someone who will always be with us, and here it finally is! Insects are very resourceful when it comes to entering adulthood, even if it means using manmade structures to get the job done. It may be topical to share this on Earth Day (with an insect that spend most of its life in the earth) and take a small, unconventional glance on how insects and humans interact and share the planet. I agree that other avenues such as climate change, habitat destruction, biodiversity changes and examining more significant insects (Beetles, Butterflies & Honeybees) are far more relevant, but I’d like to share the short encounter with a Cicada molting using a car tire. It’s an unexpected example of the natural world using human creations. I’ve seen Cicadas using wooden benches, concrete barriers and curbsides too, but at least those are similar to trees and stones. Tires are something completely foreign, but it does offer a good grip for the nymph’s old shell to grab and hold on as it molts. This nymph must have been extremely determined to climb up the curved slope of the tire’s bottom and climb against gravity! Amazing as this new molting post is, I don’t think Cicadas would make it a yearlong habit when aforementioned natural structures are available. 

Talking about nature, insects are some of the best environmental caretakers we have, and it would benefit us to learn a little more about them and realize how different insects contribute to the ecosystem and food webs. Not to mention, appreciating the contributions of every insect order, rather than just writing them all off as pests. Insects help us in more ways than we can imagine, but the wrong insect in the wrong place (e.g. an invasive specie) can be just as detrimental so we must be respectful and careful with our interaction with them. Their lives deserve all the beauty and triumph that our lives do, and that might mean a little help for them. Even caring for trees and wildflowers, cleaning up where we can and being careful with biological debris such as leaf litter and fallen logs. Nothing too intrusive unless something needs a major correction. Just a subtle, guiding hand. With this Cicada friend, I just found the adult insect stretching its wings and hardening its body, missing the molt process. It was relatively fresh as while the wings were almost ready, the body’ still needed more time to darken. I didn’t know how long the Cicada friend would hang around for, but I didn’t want to leave it alone, so I picked it up and placed it on a nearby tree. Perhaps it’s for naught, but at least that Cicada won’t have all that effort ruined by being run over. After it began to move around and climb upwards, I continued with my walk. Hopefully that Cicada enjoyed a wonderful summer!

Pictures were taken on August 18, 2021 with a Google Pixel 4.

#jonny’s insect catalogue #ontario insect #cicada #dog day cicada #happy earth day #true bug #hemiptera #auchenorrhyncha #insect #toronto #august2021 #2021 #entomology #nature #cicada exuvia #exuvia #invertebrates

[crevicedwelling]

I read an article about the coming summer being cicada-dense. Is that true? Big news for buzzing enjoyers if so.

only in these areas, but what’s cool is how many species are represented among these two broods! all four 13-year species in brood XIX and all three 17-years in brood XIII. it’s a statistical rarity for them to be emerging at the same time; however, they probably won’t overlap in distributions.

I last saw brood X in 2021 and it was incredibly sad how zero came out where I live, and I only saw a handful of them someone brought me from a ways away. hope everyone on the map has a good time with theirs!

[prawnlegs]

Last year I decided that instead of new business cards (wasteful, forgettable, for able-bodied people with job prospects) I would make a free zine (memorable, punk, cheap, depraved) that I could tuck into my shop orders like evil gay Chick tracts.

The physical zines are black and white photocopied foldies but I spent this afternoon gussying up a color version for the World Wide Web. If you want a real one to have and to hold and to turn into a paper airplane or origami cicada, all you have to do is buy something from me. Or know the secret password. The comic has been running very slowly since my arm decided to have some kind of repetitive strain explosion in 2021, but by God I am still working on it, and if random updates dictated by the caprice of life isn’t in the spirit of Webcomics, I don’t even know what is.

>>JOB SATISFACTION COMIC<<

#webcomics #demons #job satisfaction comic #comics

[netherfeildren]

Someone's Wife in the Boat of Someone's Husband .Epilogue

Series Masterlist

(Joel Miller x F!Reader)

Rating: Explicit 18+

A/N: Here we find ourselves again at the end of another story, and I just need to say a quick thing to you all who have been so incredibly kind and supportive and lovely to me throughout this. It has always been difficult for me to talk about myself and the things I feel, and a large part of why I began this writing thing was that I’ve felt for a while now that my life was stagnant and myself without growth or change, and I didn’t really know how to fix it, but I knew that I wanted to do something or say something, and writing fan fiction may seem like a frivolous sort of avenue to achieve those things, but what you all have given me, and the warmth and support you all have welcomed me with, cannot be compared to anything else I’ve experienced thus. Quite simply, you all have been so fucking nice to me, and you can’t know what it means to me or how grateful I am for it. So really that’s all I want to say which is a million times thank you, and I appreciate you all so much, and I hope I can continue to write for you for a long time to come. 

Artwork is Cloud Nine by Amy Beager (2021)

Word Count: 1.3K

Read on AO3

.Epilogue

A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his own image.

Joan Didion, The White Album

I had a dream recently: we’re in my grandmother’s house, and I don’t know what it means, but we’re together. You’ll never be able to know my parents, and even though my grandmother passed years ago, you get to meet her here – she was always kind to me, here in this place where only I make the rules. She cooks us a meal, we say grace, and she tells you how happy she is that we've found each other. At night, tucked away into her guest bedroom together, you don’t fit in her little shower, head knocking against the spout because you’re too tall. Too big for this world. We huddle into the little double bed together in the dark afterwards, lace edged pillows scratchy and smelling faintly of moths and roses, and we laugh and press together tightly and whisper into each other’s ears. 

I don't know what it means, but I know we’re together. My mother never told me to be what I wanted, but I did so anyway. I chose to live. Now I am here with you. 

-

“I have something for you,” he says one late summer evening. The two of you are sitting on the back porch, watching Sarah run around with the new puppy he’d brought home for her earlier in the week. The air, warm and muggy, the sound of cicadas sounding like the symphony of summertime. It is a small, velvet lined black box, and when you open it, a spool of thread lies within. 

Faithlessness is escaped like this: “The first time I got married, it was out of necessity, obligation, a wish for something good or right. It seemed like the right step, the right thing to do, but I think you and I– we know what we are to each other. We have always known – even when we could not yet say it. This is a conscious act, us loving one another, an act of will – out of desire or necessity, even, or perhaps – a necessity for each other – but still, we are an act of will together.”

He takes the spool then, and makes a loop of the thread around your ring finger – then ties a little knot around you. Now you are caught. 

“I thought I always had to stick by my decisions until the end, but change is only natural, it’s the intent behind your decisions, I think, that’s what really counts. We’ve learned much about intent together, haven’t we? And you and I, we have always been us –  from the very first moment. There was a thread that connected us.” And you cannot speak, for there are tears streaming down your face and flooding your throat, battling with your very heart that’s lodged there too, but you nod anyway.

He pulls his hand back and lets the spool unravel, when he uncurls his fingers a diamond ring slides down the thread and onto your waiting hand.

“You and I – we’re connected,” he says. “Every day we become more entwined. And I want us to stay like this for the rest of our lives. Every day more and more. Will you marry me?” And it is not so much a question, but a promise. 

“Yes,” you tell him. Of course you will be his wife. “Of course, I will.” He kisses you. 

-

You wake one lazy Sunday morning, months and months of happiness later, your head anchored over his heart. Warm and soft and surrounded by him, you open your eyes to take in the sight of your hand laying over his heart, the gleam of your engagement ring sparkling in the sun. You stretch your legs and listen to the creak in your knee, and when you shift to turn your face up to him, he’s already looking down at you. 

“My love, it’s almost noon,” he murmurs, presses a kiss to your eyelid.

Your eyes are so heavy, your head drowsy, “‘M so sleepy, dunno why…” You burrow further back into his chest, yawning. 

“No?” he nuzzles the crown of your head, hand creeping around to cup your breast and gently drag his thumb back and forth across your nipple 

“I had a dream we had a baby,” you mumble, voice full of sleep.

“Did you?”

“Yeah,” you say through another yawn.

“Hmm…” He shifts up on his elbow over you, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder, another over the curve of your ear. You roll into him, hiding your face under his jaw and breathing in his smell, sleep and musk and Joel. “What was it like?” he asks softly, dragging his hand down the length of your spine. “Tell me.”

“It was perfect. She was perfect.”

“She?”

You hum, “Little baby girl…”

He’s quiet for a moment, and then the tolling of the bell: “Your period’s three weeks late, sweet girl,” he whispers into your ear, shares the secret with you, nuzzles into the crook of your neck. His palm sweeps over your belly, and you freeze at his words, thinking back, trying to count days, finally snapping truly awake. 

“What? Why– why didn’t you say anything?”

A deep sound hums in his chest as his hand sneaks over your hip to clutch a handful of your ass, and then to cup between your legs, pressing his growing erection into the apex of your thighs.“Thought you’d want to come to it on your own.” He kisses the tip of your breast over your soft, lace camisole. 

You don’t cry anymore, or, well, at least not as often as you once did. A constant well of tears ready to spill over at any moment. No longer a weeper, in a long line of weepers. There’s just too much happiness for that now. 

But you cry now, at this, you can’t help yourself. The feeling of this, the idea of the two of you coming together to make your own little person, a sibling for Sarah, it’s a call for happiness of the highest order, like nothing else that’s ever come before it. He holds you in his arms, kisses you deep and wet, and as he licks into your mouth, you feel his own tears slide along your cheeks, intertwine with your own.

-

He finds the two of you singing and dancing to Shania Twain in the family room, Sarah’s own special, revised version, one afternoon. Bumping hips, and then clutching hands to spin Sarah away from your body, and then twirl her back in, squeezing her tight in your arms, picking her up to spin around with her yourself as the two of you sing at each other. 

His daughter catches him spying over your shoulder, “Daddy, come dance with us!” and you turn, gracing him with the sight of your gorgeous smile, as he comes over to wrap his arms around the two of you, relieving you of her weight. He anchors a hand to the small of your back to steady you, feeling the small swell of your belly press into his pelvis. Let me let you in on a secret, Shania sings.

“You wanna hear it?” you tease. How to treat a woman right.

“Don’t I know already?”

You sway in his arms and he brings his hand up to cup the back of your head, Sarah’s little palm is on his cheek, tugging at his beard, spin us, Daddy, spin us!

“Yeah, baby, you do. Like no one else.” He kisses you, and the three of you spin together, around and around. You’ll see love is gonna play its part.

Netherfeildren's Masterlist

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