anonymous asked:

Sometimes I wonder how many people know that horses' flat molars can grow sharp edges that need to be filed down or risk shredding mouth and tongue, and how many people would freak out knowing that. Do you have other little unknown facts on animals?

Do I.

Many horses also have vestigial teeth called wolf teeth. Their presence can make a bit painful.

A cat queen can conceive a single litter from multiple toms, because their ovulation is induced by mating rather than preceding it. In very rare cases, a human can bear twins from different sires, too.

Octopuses have remarkable control over their arms (not tentacles; that’s nautili and squids) but they have shit for proprioception. That means that their brain tells an arm to do a thing, and the arm does the thing, but never really reports back to the brain that the thing was done. I have tried and failed to conceptualise what that must be like.

Mantises are the only insects that can turn their heads to look backwards.

Wolves and dog breeds that were developed to be at home in water, on the snow, or digging have webbed toes.

Where humans and dogs infringe on wolves’ land, a pack will sometimes lure larger dogs off thus: one member of the pack goes out to play and flirt with the dog, and leads them out into the woods where the rest of the pack lies in wait, and it’s curtains for the dog.

The “thumb” feathers on a bird’s wing are called an alula. It acts as a brake.

Birds’ knees do not point backwards. Holy fuck, pet peeve alert. The backward-pointing joint visible on a bird’s leg is its ankle, and everything below that is foot. The knees are tucked up against the body, covered in feathers.

Rats laugh when tickled. Tragically, we can’t hear it.

Many harmless snakes whose ranges overlap with rattlesnakes will rattle their tails in a similar way. My corn snakes, for example, will rattle when startled or upset.

Domestic hogs are bigger than you think. A lot bigger. They can grow up to six feet long and weigh almost 800 pounds. They are massive. And they will come at you.

A long time ago when oxygen was more plentiful, arthropods were much bigger. There were dragonflies with two-foot wingspans. Dragonflies never really lost the attitude when they lost the size.

Among cats, squinting is a very friendly gesture.

Kylo x Reader: Shower

Request: Hello, can you do the imagine you posted where it said imagine kylo in the shower getting himself off and Y/N finishes him off in the shower instead. Please 😊😊

Prompt: Imagine catching Kylo masturbating in the shower only to get in and finish him off yourself.

A/N: This is later than I intended it to be but, here you go, my dudes!

Rating: NSFW

Word count: 1056

Warning(s): Smut

It had been a long day for everyone on the ship, Kylo and yourself included. A prisoner and a stormtrooper had escaped from right under the Order’s nose, and word had just come from the squad down on Jakku that the droid containing the coordinates for Skywalker had eluded capture once again. Needless to say, everyone was pissed, especially Kylo. So almost the very second that shift was over, he stormed out of the ship’s bridge and down the corridor, disappearing quickly as nothing but a billowing mass of black.

You stayed behind just a bit longer, overseeing a few ensigns who were finishing up their reports for the day. When they were finally done, you made your way to your private quarters, punching in the code quickly when you got to the door. It opened and you entered.

The first thing you noticed when you came in were the black clothes strewn in a line to the bathroom. Knowing they were Kylo’s, you huffed at his mess, and picked up the robes at your feet before taking a few steps to pick up a large tunic as well. The second thing you noticed had you stopping in your tracks, nearly dropping Kylo’s clothes back to the floor in your surprise.

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anonymous asked:

I liked Ana giving mother advice so how about Torb's family visits the Watchpoint and Mercy gets advice from a mother of 8? Also trying to keep 8 kids out of trouble at the Watchpoint

“Tildy–” Torbjörn started.

“Don’t you ‘Tildy’ me,” said Mathilde, moving Ivar up on her hip, “You said you needed someone to look at that secondary generator and here I am. I welcome you to find a sitter for eight on such short notice. And you know the kids–they were all throwing a fit at the idea that I might see Bastion without them.” 

“But the watchpoint is no place for children!” said Torbjorn, “They’ll get in the way and underfoot and they’ll fool with things they aren’t supposed to and—” Torbjörn was cut off by a laughing shriek from Astrid and he quickly turned on his heel to see Astrid riding on Pharah’s shoulders, her arms spread as Pharah charged across the watchpoint tarmac, laughing. “I can do without you undermining my point, Amari!” he shouted after her. 

“What’s that? I can’t hear you over the jet engines!” Pharah shouted back, her voice half drowned out by Astrid’s laughing.

“There are no jet engi–” Torbjörn started but Pharah cut him off with jet engine noises. Torbjörn turned back to Mathilde and made a ‘See?’ gesture at Pharah. “They’ll just distract everyone!”

“Nonsense. They’ll be on their best behavior,” said Mathilde, as Ivar cooed and grabbed at her braid, “Now, show me that generator.”

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Fisherman’s Knot Chapter 11


[Title songs]

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9] [Chapter 10]

In which there are a lot of hugs and some rescuing.

Putting the whole thing under the cut this time, since I know some of your were waiting to read the last chapter until this was posted. This is nearly a double-length update, and also the turning point. Clearly the Stans have a lot to work through, but things will be more hopeful from here on out.

Thanks as always to @thesnadger for being a wonderful beta, and thank you for reading!

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Fisherman’s Knot Chapter 10


[Title songs]

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9]

The City explains, and Stan makes a choice.

If you’ve read this far you’re familiar with the necessary content warnings, but just a note that basically this entire chapter is Stan contemplating suicide, so please be safe. If you find this subject matter particularly sensitive, you may want to wait until Chapter 11 is posted, which swings more towards comfort.

Thanks as always to @thesnadger for beta-ing.

Nothing of Him That Doth Fade

There was always silence in Atlantis. It was a heavy silence, distilled over the centuries, compressed by the weight of the water overhead until it felt almost like a solid presence. It never allowed echoes. It deadened footsteps. Whenever someone spoke, the silence pushed back, eating the words up almost as soon as they were formed.

It permitted the slow drip of water, the soft scrape as the golden nautili made their ways through abandoned halls, even the occasional muted boom as a section collapsed. Those sounds belonged there. They textured it, built it up into something more than emptiness. The silence welcomed them.

It did not welcome humans. They made so many noises, strange and unpredictable noises that had no place this far below the ocean. It hovered over them, doing its best to snuff out their words until they gave up and left its halls, or, sometimes, gave up and stopped making noises altogether except for the slow, gradual sounds of decay.

Now, the silence was broken. There was a noise ringing through its halls that had no right to be there, a noise that it hadn’t heard in a very long time.

Stan laughed.

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