extras legs

madamateur  asked:

..... like can you explain me bat's back legs??? Are they actually backwards?

Simplified answer: yes. Look at the bat below- the bottoms of her feet are facing forwards and her knees pointing backwards.

Longer answer: Compared to other mammals, the legs of bats are rotated 90-180 degrees in the hip socket at rest (depending on the species). However, all bats hold their legs out from their body facing backwards while flying, because their legs are a crucial component of their wing.

They also use the membrane between their legs to scoop up bugs. This would be impossible if their knees bent in the other direction.

Below are a couple of bat embryos which do a good job of demonstrating how whack their legs are (try to imitate this pose, if you dare).

To really see how stupid their pelvises and legs have become, just look at a bat skeleton…

…and compare it to the skeleton of an animal that makes sense, like a shrew.

Some species of bats can pull their legs up alongside their body to crawl, in kind of a frog-pose, though because of their pelvis shape they can’t pull them far enough underneath their body to lift their stomachs off the ground, and are forced to walk using an awkward sideways shuffle, or if their legs are extra pathetic, a sort of breaststroke using their wings to push off the ground.

Vampire bats are among the only bats to have evolved an upright walk, with their feet pointing backwards.

New Zealand short-tailed bats are the other expert walkers, though they evolved a completely different gait than the vampire bat, with their feet positioned more sideways like awkward little ducks.

In summary, bat legs are Goofy As Fuck and I adore them.

daishou and mika are watching the match live which means high possibility of bumping into nekoma and also kuroo talking abt karasuno to daishou

wheres the daishou reacting to karasuno content i need sensei i cant be delivering all these to myself man

prongsno  asked:

okay rhiannon i can't choose one so here and you can choose which inspires you c: 20, 49, 51, 54, 58 & 60 <333 ((because i can never make my mind up! choose whichever hehe))

‘marble hearts collide’

#58 “I was going to kiss him, but then my friend texted me about going to Taco Bell, and, well, there’s this cashier that works there who is way cuter, so I bailed on the rest of the date.”

Thank you Grace! I chose this one because I had an idea for it as soon as I read it and so… that’s what this is <3 I might make this a thing ?? like a series

modern + muggle au

“I was going to kiss him, but then Gemma texted me about going to Taco Bell, and, well, there’s this cashier that works there who is way cuter, so I bailed on the rest of the date.” Lily’s telling him this, aware that she sounds loopy, and she can’t help the blush on her cheeks but she’s also had a few glasses of wine, a few really meaning five, and really, it needs to be said. “So, anyway, I’m standing in front of this cashier guy and he really, really is cute. Like, textbook, chick flick, cute. Probably has a good shot at a career on Instagram. And he asks me what I want. And you know what I don’t want?” She pauses, doesn’t give him time to answer, takes another sip of the drink in her hand, drink meaning gin and tonic, and continues, “Him! I don’t want him! So, now I’ve bailed on my date to ask another guy out on a date and I go to ask this guy and I realise I don’t want to go on a date with him! He has to use a calculator to work out my change. I only paid with a fiver!” She throws her hands up and almost sends her glass flying and Sirius takes that as his cue to intervene. 

“Hey, Evans,” he says, stilling her hand, “breathing is a vital part of staying alive.”

She looks at him with wide eyes, wide eyes meaning eyes that can’t focus on one thing. “I’m breathing.”

“Good to know.” He slips her legs off his lap and stands, cracking his neck, before snatching her glass from her hand. He downs it before she can protest and just grins at her pout. “Everything in moderation.”

“Including sobriety.” Surprisingly, drink never seems to hinder Lily’s vocabulary. It just makes her sound like a character out of an American coming-of-age film. 

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anonymous asked:

snowbaz soulmates au where the ink you write on your skin appears on your soulmate's skin and vice versa

Okay, I really let my imagination run away with my words here. :D I really love this trope. But what if we took this a step further? What if, instead of soul mates, this was actually a spell that could be used to communicate with someone from far away?

Sometime around seventh year, this spell is taught in Magickal Words. And you get forced with a partner to learn it. Baz and Simon get partnered up, of course. And Simon botches the spell and makes it relatively permanent.


At first, neither of them really do anything about it. Simon might occasionally draw a stupid face or something on his arm just to piss off Baz. But Baz makes certain to no longer make notes to himself on his skin. It’s like this for almost a month. Until Simon goes on a mission for the Mage, and he receives dozens of cuts all over his arm and a few across his chest. It isn’t until he’s checking his cuts on his way back that he notices something written on his wrist.

Snow. Are you hurt?

Simon is really confused by this at first. Because why on earth would Baz be writing to him when he never has before? He immediately searches for a pen.

I’m fine, he writes back. Why? His handwriting is atrocious compared to Baz’s.

Suddenly, all these small arrows start appearing on Simon’s skin, each one pointing to his cuts. He looks under his shirt at his chest; there are some there, too.

I’m covered in scars, appears underneath his writing.

Fuck. It suddenly makes sense. He must have really fucked up the spell, and now Baz is getting all these marks on his skin where Simon’s cuts are.

I was cut, Simon writes. Do they hurt you?

Not much, Baz writes back. Be careful next time.

Simon doesn’t write back. He doesn’t know what to say. They don’t speak about it at all when he gets back. Nothing happens again until a few weeks later, over Christmas break.

Simon is sitting on his bed at Watford, trying to enjoy the quiet, when a large scar appears along the side of his neck and over his collarbone. He doesn’t notice it immediately, but begins to feel a burning sensation there. It isn’t until he goes into the bathroom to shower that he sees it. It terrifies him to see such a scar that large. He immediately runs out of the bathroom and grabs a pen.

Baz, what happened?    

Dueling. The reply is almost instant.

With who?

My father.

Did you lose?

Yes.

This almost makes Simon shiver. Baz so easily admitting defeat. In the form of one beautifully written word on his skin.

Simon walks back to the bathroom and stares at the scar in the mirror. It still burns. Burns like magick. Baz must have been hit pretty hard to have a scar left like this. He traces it up and down, wondering what it must look like against Baz’s grey skin.

Does it hurt? Came another set of words on the back of his hand.

It burns, Simon writes. Are you in pain?

I can handle it, forms along his right hand. Simon snorts at this. Of course Baz would be ambidextrous. Simon searches along his arm for a place to write but it’s all full of words. He then looks down at his legs. He’s wearing boxers, so he can write there. He’s not sure if Baz will see it immediately, but he decides to write there anyway.

I’m not left-handed, Baz, he writes. And then because of the extra space on his leg, he adds, I can’t write on my right arm.

So you decide to write on your leg instead? Idiotic, Snow. The reply appears on Simon’s leg, right under his own words. And it was almost instant again. Simon tries not to wonder if Baz is actually wearing pants at this moment.

You wrote on your own leg too, Simon writes.

To prove a point that it’s idiotic.

How is it idiotic if you’re doing it too?

There isn’t an instant reply this time, and Simon realizes they’ve written all the way from his knee cap to the top of his thigh. Something they could only do if they’re both not wearing pants. Simon really tries not to think about it.


(I don’t know what this was, I’m sorry. But maybe I’ll turn it into a real fic one day :D)

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Brett Talbot x Werewolf!Reader

Requested by Anon 

Word count: 2 189 (ain’t even sorry man.)
Warnings: Sexual content, it’s SMUT got dammit!

Request: May I ask a kind of smutty imagine with Brett where the reader and him are both in heat. And they make out, trying to prove they aren’t in rut (but they actually are XD) ? And it ends with sex and possibly marking each other as mates by accident ?

A/N: Thank you for your request and god how I loved to write this. It’s been one of the most funniest thing to write and it feels like something Brett would do. xD


”So you’re telling me that you’re totally in control?” Brett whispers in your ear as he dip his nose in the crook of your neck. He inhale your intoxicating scent while stroking hos nose against your hot skin, letting his fingers slid down one of your bra straps down your shoulder, smirking when you turn around.

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Wow! Genetics can be a crazy force of nature. I had to share this found photo with you guys!

“Frog with eyes in its mouth as a result of macromutation. A macromutation is a mutation that has made a significant impact on an organism, caused by a change in a regulatory gene that’s responsible for the expression of an array of structural genes.

It’s been suggested that the cause of the mutation was the result of a parasitic infection by a trematode worm (Ribeiroia ondatrae). Trematode infections have reportedly been linked to an increasing number of amphibian limb mutations, particularly missing, malformed, and extra hind legs.”

Singapore can hit me in the face with Dan’s dad sandals and smother me to asphyxiation with his curly half-quiff before choking me with the rips in his jeans, then laying me to rest on the soft ginger-ish man down on Phil’s exposed legs and tossing my body over the railings of the 1-altitude skybar, proceeding to drag my content corpse along the ground as they explore the stalls together

Title: Just the Three of Us (Part 7.)

CHAPTER TITLE: The End of the World

Part 1. - Part 2.  - Part 3. - Part 4. - Part 5. - Part 6.

Character(s): Reader (beginning of apocalypse)
Summary:
After the altercation with Negan, the Reader goes back home only to be disturbed by the chaotic commotion.
Word Count: 1,586
Author’s Note: So, this does not include Negan or Simon, but I will leave a snippet on there whereabouts at the end. Buckle up, guys. Things have just changed for the three of them! Enjoy! :) 

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You couldn’t get the image of that woman being shot on live television out of your mind as you drove back home. You wondered if it was some sort of drug that she was on that resulted in her outburst.

Though, you couldn’t take your mind off Negan’s words.

We are nothing.

It wasn’t supposed to hurt as much as it did. He was right. You were nothing. He was nothing to you. You were nothing to him. You just assumed that you developed some sort of friendship with him, just like you did with Simon.

Apparently, you were wrong.

Finally, you parked your car in the designated spot and climbed out. It was nearing ten o’clock and it was eerily quiet around the complex. Usually, you had grown accustomed to hearing loud music from one of your neighbors, but not tonight.

It was just silence.

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Preferences- What they love about you

Angus Macgyver:

Physical feature - Your eyes. He loves getting to know what mood your in based off your eyes. For example, if you’re reading or working he adores the way your eyes crinkle to focus on the task at hand. Or when you get upset about something they turn a slight darker shade. When you’re happy they go twice as wide and according to Mac they can light up the sky. But most of all he loves that whenever he looks in your eyes, he can see the amount of love you have for him.

Personality Trait - Your passion for all the things that you love. He loves watching you get excited over the little things. Like a warm cup of coffee, your favourite TV show or when you get to sleep in for a few more minutes.


Kai Parker

Physical Feature - Your hands. Kai is obsessed with them, he loves lacing his fingers with yours, he loves it when you ran your hands through his hair, he loves playing with them when the two of you are laying on the couch watching TV and he loves the way they feel against his skin.

Personality Trait - Your sassiness. Because according to him it fits perfectly with how charming he is. The banter between you is like an old married couple, Kai loves to push your buttons purely because he knows just how sassy you can get. The two of you are the same but yet completely different, which Kai finds very intriguing.


Klaus Mikaelson

Physical Feature - Your legs. Whenever he paints a portrait of you, he always pays extra attention to your legs. He can’t quite put his finger on it, but they drive him crazy every time he sees you in a dress. Klaus’s favourite part is laying in bed where he can gently ran his fingers up and down your legs.

Personality Trait - How compassionate you are. Even with someone as difficult as him, he still gets blown away at how patient and understanding you are with him and his mood swings. At times he thinks he doesn’t deserve someone as kind and warm hearted as you. But you have no problem reminding Klaus that your sticking by his side no matter what.


Theo Raeken

Physical Feature -

Your butt. For Theo he can’t stop commenting, touching or looking at it. That’s the place his hands wonder to first. He also cheekily slips his hand in the back pocket of your jeans, a sign to let people know that you’re taken. Ass grabbing is a major must for Theo and with you he can’t seem to keep his hands away. Because of that, you at times tease the hell out of him, which leads to hot and heavy moments.

Personality Trait -

How adventurous you are. Theo enjoys taking you to different places, a day is never boring with the two of you. He loves that you still have a sense of adventure even after all the supernatural creatures in Beacon Hills. The energy you have is what attracted Theo to you, and those many adventures you have together make for some great memories.

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Okay. So, I don’t think there are any spoilers in this:

…a giant black spider scuttled out of the airlock, nearly a meter high, a rolled-up blanket clutched in one hairy appendage. Weirdly, disturbingly graceful, it skittered up to Captain Uisine and stopped, turned one of its far too many stalked eyes toward Ingray. No, it wasn’t a spider. It was…something else.

“Um,” said Ingray. “That’s…is that a spider?” She didn’t know why the back of her neck was prickling. She didn’t mind spiders. But this was so large and so unsettling. Its legs were jointed wrong, she realized, and its eyestalks sprouted right out of its blob of a body. There was no waist, no head. And something else was wrong, though she couldn’t quite say why.

“Of course it’s not a spider,” replied Captain Uisine, still frowning at the suspension pod. “You don’t get spiders with half-meter bodies, or two meter leg spans. Or, you know, not unaugmented ones. But this isn’t a spider.” He looked up. “But it’s kind of like a spider, I’ll grant you that. Do you have a problem with spiders, excellency?” The not-spider’s body trembled gelatinously, stretched to become oblong rather than round, and four extra legs slid out, to touch the bay floor. “Does that help?”

Seeing the thing change shape was somehow even more disturbing, but she refused to step back, even though she wanted to. “Not really. And I don’t mind spiders at all. It’s just, this looks so…so organic.” Except in a wrong, squishy, itchy sort of way.

“Well, yes,” said Captain Uisine, standing square and stolid by the open crate. Entirely unbothered by the spidery thing beside him. “A lot of it is. Some people find it unsettling, and apparently you’re one of them, but it’s just a bio-mech…”

I think that’s really all I can give anyone until later! Even this much is making me want to just maybe give you more…but I really can’t.