Science Fact Friday: Tetrodotoxin, ft. a small gif because I’m avoiding my real obligations.
Why does tetrodotoxin not affect its host? More studies need to be done but at least a few species possess mutated sodium ion channels. The tetrodotoxin can’t interact efficiently with the altered channels.
Another interesting tidbit: Animals with tetrodotoxin can lose their toxicity in captivity. It is suspected that the animals accumulate the toxic bacteria as a side-effect of their diet. After several years of captivity on a tetrodotoxin-bacteria-free diet, the bacterial colonies living in the animals die, residual toxin is cleared from the system, and the animal is safe to handle.
Mia rolled the
end of her side braid around her bun and secured it with a bobby pin while
staring at herself in the mirror.
The curtain next
to her billowed open and the cool ocean breeze raced through her, reminding her
to pay attention to the sound of the crashing waves outside her parents’ beach
house; something she hadn’t indulged in, in a long time.
Her bedroom door
opened and it took her visitor less than 5 steps to reach her and rest her chin
on her shoulder while putting her hands on her arms.
“Isn’t it odd how even when we look the same, I’m
still the prettier one?”
Mia rolled her
eyes at her identical twin who stared back at her in the mirror.
“You look nice. I wonder why”, she said and Mia caught an ironic note in her tone
but brushed it off.
“It’s been a while since the whole family’s gathered”, Mia said with a shrug.
“Oh, I’m sure, Aunt Marie will appreciate your effort.
Come on”, Ava chuckled.
Ava frowned and
studied her sister for a second.
she exclaimed raising an eyebrow, “You
“Ava”, Mia sighed, “You’ve been here for
a minute and you’re already getting on my nerves. What is it?”
Ava stood up,
walked towards the door and opened it before glancing back at her dumbfounded
and two-minute younger twin.
“Why are you dragging me to a bar, Natasha? I told you that I didn’t feel like going out.” Bucky asked his bossy red-haired friend.
Nat just rolled her eyes before she answered him, “Because, I got tired of seeing you all holed up in your apartment for the millionth Saturday in a row.”
Bucky knew that he couldn’t fight her on this. Natasha was his closet friend and once she told someone to do something, they usually did it out of fear. He wasn’t ashamed to admit that he was scared of her a little.
Isaac Lahey Imagine
Imagine arguing with isaac all the time but once you are in danger he realizes his love for you.
“So… Y/N what’s your strategy? Claws and fangs?” Isaac questioned? knowing it would get on my nerves. You could say I was a little bitter that I had no spectacular abilities.
“I don’t need powers to be a badass, scarf boy” I responded with a smirk. When the fight started the three of us: Allison, Isaac and me went to fight different oni’s. I saw Isaac struggling but sighed in relief when Allison saved him, caught up in the moment I didn’t notice the oni swing at me. It plunged its sword in my stomach and i fell to the ground.
Isaac came up to me with tears forming in his eyes. “Y/N, I know we fight but you have to stay… for me…” his voice was early above a whisper. It took all my energy to catch the last thing he said. “Please Y/N, I love you…” at this I drifted off to an eternal slumber.
A/N: This is very short, because this was difficult for me to write. I only just found out that Brett wasn’t gay. I’m also not going to post everyday anymore so I can write better quality stuff.
Request: This was a request asking for a brett smut.
Sometimes my older brother was a pain in my ass. When he and his friends started playing their stupid video games, it was almost impossible to do anything. I was trying to watch the season finale of my favorite show, but the sound of guns being fired and bombs going off seeped through the walls into my room. The added shouts of my brother and his friend only hindered me further.
“He’s flanking B.” My brother shouted.
“There’s another one in house.” His friend warned.
I turned the volume on my tv up, with no luck. It was at max volume and still all I could hear was guns and yelling teenage boys. I growled in frustration, slamming my remote on my bed.
“Dave!” I yelled banging my fist against the wall. “Dave!”
“Oh my gosh! He’s using his vector!” My brother shouted in response. He obviously couldn’t hear me. I scooted off my bed and stormed out of my room. I pushed open Dave’s door, the sounds of the video game filling my ears.
“David!” I shouted again, but I was taken aback when I saw who was sitting with my brother. Sitting crossed legged on the floor next to my brother was Brett freaking Talbot. He was a junior at the pretentious prep school that rivaled my own. He was the captain of the lacrosse team, oh and did I mention he was the hottest guy I’d ever seen. Neither of them had their shirts on and my eyes locked on to Brett’s sculpted figure. I shook myself a little trying to remember why I’d walked in there.
“That’s how you win a game.” Brett cheered.
“Hey, sis! What do you need?” My brother asked noticing me finally.
The attention was fully on me now, and I blushed when Brett smiled at me.
“Oh, um your games’ too loud. Can you guys wear your head phones?”
“Sure. Sorry, Y/N” he apologized.
“Yeah, sorry.” Brett said mimicking my brother.
He eyes were a clear blue ocean and I was drowning in it. I nodded and I turned on my heels leaving the room.
I laid on my bed trying to concentrate on my tv show, but my mind kept running back to Brett. His body, his eyes, his lips on mine….
I closed my eyes as I ghosted over my body with my hands. I licked my lips imagining Brett’s kissing my neck sucking on it slightly. I moaned softly as I stuck my fingers into my mouth wetting them with my tongue and slipped them down my body past the waist band of my pajama shorts and my panties. I placed them on my slit, a moan passing through my lips. I thought of Brett’s face in between my legs, licking my bundle of nerves. I moved my fingers pretending it was his tongue and I gasped at the sensation. I pulled my bra up high on my chest allowing my breasts to fall. With my free hand, I grabbed my left boob imagining Brett’s rough hand cupping it. I moved my fingers faster over my clit, bucking my hips.
“Brett.” I breathed out.
I could almost feel his tongue slip into my entrance as slipped my fingers in. The wetness of my core lubricating them allowing me to slid them in and out easily. I squeezed breast filled hand harder, trying to bit back a moan.
“Fuck me, Brett.” I whispered plunging my fingers deeper inside of me. I imagined Brett’s length fill me, my walls tightening around him. I yearned for his lips on mine, and I pumped my fingers faster. Envisioning, him pounding into me. The thought brought me closer to my edge, and I moved the hand on my boob to my clit. Moving my fingers in circular motions at pace with the ones sliding inside of me, I could feel it. I curled my fingers inside myself, hitting my g-spot with ease. It only took a feel more pumps, and I was pushed over my edge. I tried to muffle my moans, by biting down on my lip a few escaping. I laid on my bed, breathing heavily. I’d just pulled my bra and shirt down, when I noticed him. Brett was in my room leaning against my wall, a smile on his face. I shot up, sitting upright in my bed. I covered my body with my hands, although I was already clothed.
“What are you doing in here?” I spat.
He walked over to me and leaned over resting his fists on the bed. “I’m here to fuck you.”
Sometimes it seems that the fosters is very unrealistic when it comes to handling brallie. They are literally talking about sex at the dinner table and Brandon and Callie don’t even glance up at each other. I know that they are trying to forget Idyllwild ever happened but come on. The fact that they can’t be in the same room alone says it all and them not having any Eye Contact says even more. You should be able to look your SIBLINGS in the eye. I know the moment they get caught in a situation where they are secluded from others feelings are going to surface. I firmly believe that Brallie is endgame but right now the way they are around each other is ridiculous. They use to be each other’s safe place and would confide in each other about the tough stuff. It’s not like Callie to not include Brandon in her senior project or ask for his help with the legal stuff. This lack of communication is getting on my last nerve.
Warnings: Present Day Harry ignore the gif above that’s for the idea,SMUT,unprotected (wrap it up fellas) and oral (m+f)
A/N: I came up with this idea from watching Once Bitten with Jim Carrey and a vine I saw of vampire Harry I recommend listening to the devil within by digital daggers that also helps for the all in out theme. Enjoy x
I couldn’t understand why I wasn’t asleep yet, it was currently 3:45 in the morning and I was wide awake unable to shake the feeling that someone was watching me.
I received a text message from my best friend y/b/f/n
Bestie:hey boo wake up we’re going clubbing!
You: are you crazy it’s fucking 3 in the morning?!
Bestie:honey I know but it’s a vampire themed club and it’s new!!
You:alright I wasn’t asleep anyway
Bestie:pick you up in 10!
I know I’m totally insane getting dressed to go clubbing this early in the morning but I didn’t have another choice I mean I couldn’t sleep so I might as well go.
I decided to wear a body hugging black mini dress with silver high heels and my hair in a half ponytail. Y/B/F/N was on time honking for me to acknowledge her I hurried before the neighbours could complain.
“Hey babe” she smiled as I got in “Hey” I said breathless “so exactly what possessed you to want to come out at 3 and want to go clubbing?” I questioned curious “honesty I have no idea I just felt like we had to go” she answered and started the car.
Warning: Abuse (from father, even if you have the nicest father in the world just pretend you have a terrible one. And for those who are going through actual abuse. I am dearly sorry fro using it in this story. I hope you find a way out of your hell.) Strong language, Sad, love, possibly some smut (in the future)
How to read the story:
(Y/n) = your name.
(btw I would recommend listening to Namjoon and Jungkook’s version of Fools before reading. On my watt pad page ill post the media and I’ll try and do the same for my Tumblr blog? Yeah, anyway this will be a multi part. Love you guys!)
A/N: Sorry if this seemed rushed. It’s 12:30 am, and I’m exhausted.
Request: @rosesbabygirl requested: Can you do a stiles smut where you keep being rude and giving attitude and he get frustrated and he spanks you and is rough in bed.
“I can’t believe they landed me with you.” I groaned as I sat next to Stiles in his light blue jeep. “Five other people in this pack and they put me with the one person that can’t even defend himself.”
“Well at least they didn’t put you with the person that was voted most likely to commit homicide by the age of eighteen.” Stiles countered.
“Yeah they did.” I smirked shooting him a look. His expression hardened and he sunk back into his seat. We were on our way to investigate the room of one of the chimeras, and for added bonding time, they made Stiles and I look together. I was fairly new to the pack and having come from Theo’s failed attempt at a one Stiles had little to no trust in me. Which angered me so much. I’d helped them, and more than proven myself but he still had a “sneaking suspicion” about me. Mainly because I in fact did kill someone, but in my defense it was during my changing and I had no control over myself. Stiles was a judge-y asshole, when he really had no right. Since day one we’d been on bad terms, and no amount of ‘bonding time’ could fix that. We pulled up to the house, and Stiles park on the street. The windows were dark, but we already knew no one was home.
“Okay, I’ll pick the lock while you stand watch.” Stiles assessed.
“Or I could just break the back window and climb through then unlock the door.”
He rubbed his eyes in frustration. “Do you not know what the word inconspicuous means?”
“No, but I know what the word annoying means.”
“We’re picking the lock, or we’re not going!” Stiles said sternly making me quiet instantly. Not because I was scared, but mostly because he’d never said anything with so much authority in his voice. He looked like a different person when he said it, and it was kind of hot. I nodded acknowledging we could do it his way. We both slipped out of the jeep, shutting the doors as quietly as possible. I followed Stiles around the house to the back door, surveying our surroundings as we did. Once at the door, he crouched down pulling out a Bobby pin and paper clip.
“You can’t be serious?” I scoffed.
He glared at me over his shoulder and than continued picking the lock. Five minutes past, and it clicked unlocking the door. Stiles turned the knob and we scurried into the dark house, locking the door again behind us.
“This way.” Stiles pointed down the hall. We walked together to the room. Sadly, it looked like it hadn’t been touch in awhile. Stiles wandered in and began tentatively looking through the belongings. I watched him for a moment, annoyed my his slow pace.
“god, you’re infuriating.” I pushed my way into the room and roughly rummaged through the desk.
“Can you be more delicate? This is someone’s stuff!” he snapped.
“Yeah, someone who is probably dead.” I rolled my eyes as something glass dropped on the wooden floor.
“Oops.” I shrugged moving from the desk to a pile of books, only to be whirled around by Stiles.
“What is your problem?” he scolded.
I looked down at his hand that was still on my arm. “Right now it’s you touching me.
His grip on my arm tighten and I winced at the pain. “I’m getting tried of your attitude.”
“What are you going to do about it?” I stared into his eyes challenging him, knowing poor, defenseless Stiles wouldn’t do anything. A flicker of something in his eye made me eat my words. I leaned back watching his features grow darker and a ghost of a smile play on his face.
“Do you know what happens to rude girls with bad attitudes?” He angled him self towards me. The sudden change in character frightening me and turning me on all at once. I shook my head to his questioned.
“I’ll show you.” He chuckled. His grip still on my arm, he took the few step to the bed and sat down. He pulled me in front of him positioning me between his legs. He brought his eyes to mine never breaking the stare and skillfully undid my jeans jerking them down my legs to my ankles, pulling a gasp from my lips. He ran his fingers up my legs, to my thighs, and settle on my hips. His touch sent a shiver racing down my spine and a wetness in my panties. Stiles turned me around so I was no longer facing him and grazed his hands across my skimpy white panties drawing gentle circles on them. But he pulled them down too, leaving my ass bare to him.
“This is for your attitude.”
“What is?” I asked and he answered with a searing smack to my bare back. I cried out the hit sending me forward a little. Stiles grabbed my hips with one hand keeping me balanced.
“Shhhhh.” He cooed tenderly rubbing the area. I closed my mouth holding in the whimpers that threatened to escape.
“You’re going to be nice to me now, right?” He asked but he gave me no time to answer. He sent another blow to my ass, a stinging sensation making a muffled moan slip from my lips.
“Yes, Stiles. yes.”
He spanked me again and again sending waves of pleasure riding through me. Finally, he massaged over my butt soothingly. His hand trailing down to my dripping core a few times and I moaned at the touch. I heard him smile from behind me, then slid two fingers into my entrance slowly and I crumbled beneath him. He let out a small laugh before pumping fast in me, already I could feel the familiar sensation in my abdomen.
“Stiles.” I breathed.
He moved faster and I was moaning out wildly, not being able to contain myself. Stiles curled his fingers inside of me instantly hitting my sweet spot. I knew I wouldn’t be able to last long, and I called out his name warning him. He retracted his fingers, making me whine and I rubbed my thighs together to cause some friction.
“Not yet.” He tsked.
He stood up from the bed and I could feel his bulge hard against my ass. He nuzzled his face into my neck kissing it softly.
“I want you naked.” Stiles whispered into my skin. I felt the goosebumps forming all over my body. He lingered on my neck, ghosting over it and I craved for him to show it more attention.
“Now.” He said smacking my ass. I hissed in pain, but hurriedly tore my shirt from my body. I unclasped my bra letting it fall to the floor, and kicked my bottoms from my ankles.
“Good girl.” Stiles hummed in my ear. He snaked his arms to the front of my torso and cupped my breasts. My core tingled with pleasure and I leaned my head back on his shoulder. One hand slowly made it up to my neck and wrapped around it. He kept a loose grip, but the roughness turned me on even more. He spun me around to face him hand still on my neck, but the other move from my boob to my slit rubbing the nub frantically.
“Take off my pants.” he said though gritted teeth. I kept eye contact with him and felt around his torso looking for his button. My hand touched his length and he let out a throaty moan. I started to palm him through his jeans, but he tighten his grip on my neck.
“Take. Off. My. Pants.” He repeated and I pulled open his jean, pushing them down along with his boxers in one swift motion. He pushed me down to my knees, my face inches from his stiff member.
“Open.” He muttered. I dropped my jaw allowing him access. He pushed his length past my lips making me take almost all of him. I gaged when he hit the back of my throat, earning a ragged groan. I hollowed my cheeks sucking on him leisurely. I used one hand to pump the part I couldn’t fit into my mouth. Stiles watch me move around him letting out low grunts and growls. He grew bored and impatient with my sluggish tempo, pulling himself out.
“Get up there.” he nodded towards the bed. “On your hands and knees.” I stood briskly and did as I was told. I caught a glimpse of him over my shoulder and saw him pulling a condom out of his pocket, before stepping out of his jeans. Stiles rolled the latex around his dick and climbed on the bed to meet me. He lined himself up with my core,
“Ready?” he asked moving his hard on against my clit.
“Yes.” I moaned hungerly.
At the word, he rammed himself in to me making me gasp and I dug my nails into the sheets. He thrusted hard in me over and over again, my whole physique quivered with delight. His hand were firmly on my waist making it easier for him to slam his body into mine.
“Fuck Stiles.” I spat feeling the spring in my abdomen coiling tightly. My walls began to tighten around him, and he hastened his pace.
“Are you going to remember me fucking you next time you want to be rude?” he growled removing a hand to rub my bundle of nerves. The sensation released the tightened spring sending waves of bliss over me.
“Yes, fuck. Oh god, yes!” I blurted out. Stiles replaced his hand that was perviously on my clit, back to my waist and I knew why. He thrusted a few more times before releasing his load into the condom. He rode out his orgasm before pulling out of me. I collapsed on the bed panting heavily, and I could hear Stiles redressing behind me. I rolled to my side, propping my head up with my hand.
“You’re more than meets the eye, Stilinski.” I teased.
“Well, just be a good girl, or I’ll have to fuck the shit out of you again.” He smiled smacking my ass.