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Antlion larva
By: Topoff
From: Natural History Magazine
1977
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Top off! Photo from: @mattsu_d #CooperCvlt #MiniCooper #MiniCooperS #MiniConvertible #lowered #fitment #stanced #topoff #convertible #summer #lowcars #lowmini https://www.instagram.com/p/CeL6LjOOWw9/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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The internet turnt today frat!! #Gunna #YSL #Funny #Comedy #Laugh #TopOff #pluggednnye🔌 https://www.instagram.com/p/CnSD0BgJ1ap/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Installed a $15.99 Amazon mirror on the driver side using the door hinge yesterday. Day one the wind pushes it out of alignment and the glass fell off going down the highway. Today I installed the second mirror and the extra support bar as a brace. In the last pic you can see the frame without glass and the small bike mirror I attachedbto the grab handle. . #topplessmirror #jeeplife #jeepthing #doorsoff #topoff #sidemirror https://www.instagram.com/p/Cdg1b90JbAL/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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nu meekosaga !
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CJ TOPOFF - THANK THE UNIVERSE
REACH THE FINAL STAGE OF ENLIGHTENMENT ONLY TO REALIZE YOU ARE THE FINAL STAGE OF ENLIGHTENMENT. CJ TOPOFF IN “ THANK THE UNIVERSE “ USE YOUR THIRD EYE TO PEEP IT BELOW.
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also PLEASE let them go to birdie for a grandaddy magic topoff
#og#dndads#listen its entirely plausible that lark would suggest going to her instead#so that he doesnt have to relive the fact that he fucking stabbed his dad and ended the world#cmon anthony pls remember birdie exists i need to meet her
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i love pride because every year there's a performer named trans topoff. he's trans and he takes his top off. it's good.
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Set in the far future.
In many ways, Graham's relationship with his parents was quite simple. Firstly, be kicked out at sixteen because you were a delinquent little shithead who was well on the path to either being shot up on a street corner, or thrown in prison for being the one doing the shooting. Spend twenty-odd years in the wind. Then call dear old mum and dad up on a whim one day asking whether they're free for a coffee and a slice of cake—their choice, your shout.
They’d picked the key lime pie.
Most of their questions, surprisingly, had been in line with that of a normal suburban family. Less about his decades-long absence—the lie about getting out and into a job driving diplomats around seemed to inspire the desired amount of polite disinterest—and much, much more about ‘wait, you're telling us our long lost son is now married to a man?’ In their first few reconnecting dinners Graham had already located and defused the bomb of ‘we'd actually hoped and dreamed of our only son telling us he was only a gay teen instead of in a teenage gang,’ and done similar to the IED of ‘good thing we've changed churches since you were little or blessed Father Derrick would have simply had a stroke between the pews’—along with the total landmine, dear Lord in heaven the nuclear fucking blast of ‘but so… if you're married, doesn't that mean you're Gay now?’
But they were willing, and forthcoming. And surprisingly relaxed about his sudden reappearance in their lives.
All that had been left was for them to finally meet him—his sweet and kind husband, the infamous Lev. Which, apparently, called for dinner at Pete and Cressida's spacious suburban home.
"Topoff, my boy?" A question from Pete to Lev that Graham only moderately tenses up at, for more than one reason. Would rather not have to explain them all.
"Do you have any more of that sparkling, actually?"
"For you? Course we do. Would you pass the apple juice, hun?”
The first impression had nearly ended in disaster. Trust his old man and lady to blow through his first two cardinal requests immediately—he'd been firm to the point of militant on the topic of touching Lev without asking first, then witnessed in horror as his mother completely lost her mind and initiated a crushing hug. Then was the wine, though on that Lev had reassured they were in the green. Couldn’t drink on the meds anyway.
Now, outside overlooking the garden, wooden bannister flickering with light from the ceramic potted citronella candles, the wine flowing and barbecue cooling… things were actually starting to feel good. Calm. He's not checking his watch every minute, and his husband seems to be at relative ease while keeping deft pace with the conversation. Lev presses the kitchen knife down past the crust of the chocolate tart he’d insisted on bringing, listening to Cressida explain of the accreditation process of an arts therapist.
As the conversation dwindles, his mother twists her blond hair at the back of her head and spears it with a pin. The look brewing on her face is one of an imminent interrogation, but Graham recognises it far too late to cut her off at the pass.
"So you're… gay, Lev? Is that right, is that what you prefer?"
"Ma," Graham scowls, warning low and short.
Just as Cressida's eyes flash with equal challenge, gearing up to meet her son’s protest with one of her own, Lev responds with an easy smile, a raised hand. "It's okay—I'm actually bisexual."
"Oh! So you're the same then. That must keep things simple."
Peter, whose cheeks are drawing closer to the tint of his chequered shirt with each fresh glass of wine, chimes in. "So you've been with both. Women, men… lucky guy, lucky guy…"
“Christ. Dad…”
"Yes, that is what the ‘bi’ part means, Pete. Oh, I know the loveliest lesbian couple whose daughter is a bisexual. Can you imagine that? All that diversity under the one roof."
Though Graham wants so, so badly to cup his hands over his face and screech into the miniature void there forever, Lev’s chime of a laugh rings above the abject horror roiling in his gut. “We do tend to flock, I’ll give you that.”
Seeming impressed with the response, Peter reaches for the bottle on the table and sets about refilling glasses again, even though most are still half-full. Graham reaches across to steady his mother's glass as the red comes dangerously close to sloshing up and over the other side. One of two teeny little dogs—rat-sized morsels that Daisy would have eaten for breakfast and barfed up before lunch—scurries around to their side of the table, interpreting the sudden movement as a potential signal of pending table scraps.
"Well," Peter says, "our son must have done at least one thing right in his life to have won you over. It's all a downright comfort, if you ask us. Isn't it, honey?"
He doesn't know quite why that's the part, out of everything, that gets him. Something slimy and misshapen rears its head within Graham’s chest, writhing through the holes of his ribcage where it's installed itself into the gaps and expanded like some sort of horrible, living caulk. He's done fuck all to deserve a man as good as Lev, right hand to God. Still feels as though he's long-conning him into staying, most days. But when his partner responds by taking Graham's hand under the table, giving a reassuring squeeze, the dial of all that noise is turned down low. The domesticity just a little less cloying.
"I feel lucky to have him, actually." A wink only meant for him. “He’s put up with me so far.”
"Ha! Just wait until you've been together forty years and he's still leaving dishes by the sink—"
"Or when it becomes impossible to go to on a fifteen minute shopping trip that doesn't turn into a forty-five minute catch-up with a playgroup friend—"
"I'm really glad that you two haven't changed. Just so glad.” Though Graham says it in exasperation, the fondness is hard to ignore. He brings his husband’s hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of it.
"So Lev, Graham tells us you're working on a coffee table, is that right?"
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“So… verdict?” He’s almost scared to ask, but needs to know his partner is okay after… all that.
"They're nice! Really nice.”
“But…?”
A sigh from the passenger seat. “But it was… difficult. I guess."
Graham winces, blows air out through his cheeks. Should have known it would always be a little bit trial-by-fire. "Yeah, sorry. Thought they'd gotten all of the, uh, sexuality talk out of their system. Apparently not.”
Lev turns, giving him a curious look. "Oh, no, not that part. That was fine. Though I'm really glad they didn't want more details than they did," and a laugh tinged with the specific kind of glee of knowing exactly how terribly that could have gone. "I just… it's hard when I don't like how they treated you."
Graham frowns. He hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary in the course of the evening. "What do you mean?"
"Throwing your sixteen year old kid out of the house when he's clearly in it deep, and cutting off all contact." Lev shakes his head, looking out the windscreen at the blur of pines whizzing past. “Your dad said they were praying for you to come back… but how would they have known if you’d needed to?”
Graham hears his old man’s farewell of the night. Don’t be a stranger, hey kiddo? We’ve missed you. “I… used to rob 7-Elevens with that crew. In gorilla masks.”
Not a beat missed. “We’ve all been sixteen.”
Spotting a tiny smile out of the corner of his eye at his own bark of a laugh, Graham reaches over the handbrake to place his hand on Lev’s thigh. As always, it’s covered by a smaller, warmer one.
Now just as ever, Graham feels like he could be in awe of the indestructible core of his partner until the day that he dies. Though Lev would be the first to deny and the last to admit it, there's a grain of diamond at the very centre of him.
Behind a fortress or surrounded by ash and rubble—it's still beautiful. Still incredible.
“I’d still… like to stay in touch with them.” Graham clears his throat. “If that’s alright. You wouldn’t have to come, though, if you don't want to.”
“Ah, wasn’t at all saying that we shouldn’t.” A gentle apology squeeze. “Would really love to go to that gallery.”
“Doesn’t have to be any time soon.”
“‘Course. But I want to. Let’s do it.”
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🪸Purrling Reef Has (One) Coral!🪸
It's been a while since I updated you guys on the progress of my 13.5 gallon nano reef tank, Purrling Reef. Arguably you guys probably would have preferred me using this time to work on Rise Up but this was somehow nagging me more I guess. 😅
Last Tuesday on the drive back from visiting my brother K and sister-in-law E on Vancouver Island I picked up my very first corals! Yes, plural; I bought a purple and turquoise ('green') favia (likely actually favites due to taxonomy changes,) and a rasta colour morph zoanthid.
Unfortunately, I wasn't quite aware at that point that I had set up my automatic topoff (ATO) system incorrectly. For the entire life of my aquarium I had been confused at how it kept seeming to suck water out of my aquarium, which I worried was diluting its salinity.
It was.
This of course seemed to come to a head - along with some stunning lack of preparedness on my part - when I introduced the poor corals and it shamefully took me days to get my salinity from the horrible 1.018 that it was back up to 1.025 that it was suppposed to be. This past Friday I at last figured out that I needed to competely redo my ATO's hose configuration and finally, finally I had it installed correctly. No longer did the ATO's tubing have any access to my aquarium water either; at long last it could no longer remove water from my aquarium!
I made handy use of the water-side hole in my light's mounting bracket for holding the ATO's tube in place. The gunk on its interior is algae.
ATO finally fixed - and just in time for cooler fall temperatures which meant I no longer even really needed to use the damned thing, I was at last able to fix that critical salinity, yet my favia coral still appeared to be unfortunately dying.
The favia's heartbreakingly tragic progress from a beautiful vibrant coral of my dreams to just another piece of reef rock. I plan on trying again with it next spring when I may be able to source another piece of the same morph from the Lower Mainland shop that I got it from. All isn't completely lost though; while the antiparasitic dip that I treated the corals with upon their arrival almost certainly killed the vermetid snail living on the favia frag's underside, there was something else there too, which due to its biology may be okay - a mussel!
I have no idea if the mussel still lives but if it does that'd be pretty wicked honestly!
Meanwhile, I dosed the reef with calcium and magnesium; the next day, yesterday, the zoanthid coral finally opened up two of its polyps!
I believe that I may have lost one of its three polyps to my incompetence but I still have two living - if I suspect immature - polyps! I haven't secured the zoa frag in its spot yet but as I am currently kinda scared of touching the thing I think that I will give it a week or so to get acclimated before bothering it to aquarium epoxy it in place. (Most people use super glue but I don't have any at the moment. The epoxy will work too, it's just uglier.)
And yeah, the zoanthid polyps don't look like much right now, but this is what they will look like someday!
(Photo from Tidal Gardens, whose wonderful coral species spotlights on Youtube are my bible when it comes to species research. Plus the host/owner Than's voice is really soothing and ASMR-like!)
Through this whole snafu with my water chemistry - which I am still working on improving with daily dosing of Brightwell Aquatics Alkalin8.3 to bring up my aquarium's PH a point (it's at 7.3,) I also thought that I had lost one of my reef's most charismatic creatures - Captain Spook the Halloween Hermit Crab. Having found his dismembered exoskeleton, I mournfully declared him deceased, only to discover yesterday evening...
...that he was just moulting! I can't tell you how happy I was! Also I had been dead convinced that my tank had reached the ripe ol' age of six months old by now so I was berating myself as a poor reef keeper, but looking back in my reef record Purrling Reef is actually only three months old. This made me feel a lot better about myself; it's okay that my reef is looking scruffy because it is young and my research has told me that pretty much all captive reefs go through a scruffy period!
Knowing this, my confidence has returned and I'm excited to try some more corals as well as hopefully introduce a sea urchin/living lawnmower to take care of all the turf algae which has grown rampant around the reef.❤️
#reefing#coral reef#zoanthid#favites#favia#coral#Purrling Reef#marine aquarium#reef tank#hermit crab#halloween hermit crab#mussel
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Polyergus breviceps worker kidnapping a pupa from another colony
By: Howard Topoff
From: Natural History Magazine
1984
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Top off with Chopped reeses peanut Butter cups! Delicious😋! Another Gorgeous day for Frozen Yogurt ☀️ . . . . . . . . . . . #peanutbuttercups #peanutbutter #candy #topping #topoff #reesespeanutbuttercups #delicious #treatyourself #smoothie #frozenyogurt #froyo #icecream #skinnydsyogurt #skinnyds #millcreekwa #millcreekplaza #everettwa #mukilteowa #lakestevenswa #millcreekplazawa #millcreekwashington #bothellwa #silverlakewa #lynwoodwa #woodinvillewa #snohomishwa #washington #seattlewa #pnw (at Mill Creek Plaza, Bothell, Washington) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAyY_zoAxDQ/?igshid=1hx8tmgpf8720
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