Excited about seeing Spiderman Homecoming? Forget about IMAX 3D, imagine watching it with 8 eyes. The wolf spider seen here—Hogna carolinensis—has two on the top of its head, two in the middle, and four in the lower front as a sort of eye-mustache. In spiders, the primary eyes are generally the largest of the four pairs and are used to detect motion direct present directly in front of the spider. These eyes are capable of actually forming images. The other pairs, called secondary eyes, can detect light reflected from a tissue layer called a tapetum lucidum, and reflected torchlight can be visible to a human observer. So next time you go camping, don’t assume those glowing spots just beyond the campfire are a cute baby deer…Photo: Thomas Sahan #spider #amnh #wolfspider #hogna #eyes #spiderman #spiderface #spidermanhomecoming
“SANS! WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?” Papyrus raised a brow-bone at his brother and sneered, almost concerned at what the answer might be.
Sans chuckled to himself and wiped away the moisture from his eyes. “Aw man, bro, just this killer joke I thought of. Wanna hear?”
“IF IT’S ANOTHER ONE OF YOUR TERRIBLE PUNS, I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO INTEREST IN-”
Ignoring his brothers dramatic declarations, Sans interrupted. “Whaddaya call a snobbish criminal going down the stairs?” Cut short, Papyrus narrowed his eyes at his brother, tapping his foot impatiently against the floor. Sans smirked and delivered the punchline: “A condescending con descending.”
Papyrus sighed heavily. “WOWIE! THAT WAS ACTUALLY WORSE THAN I EXPECTED.”
“Aw, c’mon. It’s funny. You’re smiling.”
“I AM NOT!”
Sans rolled his eyes. “Fine then. I’ll make you smile.”
“AND JUST HOW DO YOU PLAN TO–ACK!” There was a rattling of bones as Sans lurched forward and tackled his brother to the floor. A short scuffle ensued as Papyrus tried and failed to free himself, ultimately ending up with his legs pinned firmly down by the weight of Sans’ body. “SANS! THE GREAT PAPYRUS CANNOT BE DEFEATED BY SOMEONE WHO TELLS HORRIBLE JOKES ALL THE TIME.”
“My jokes are great. Admit it.”
Sans flashed a feral grin. “All right, you’ve forced my hand. Or rather, both of them…” He raised both his hands and wiggled his phalanges menacingly at his brother. Before Papyrus had time to offer even the slightest plea for mercy, Sans dug his fingers into the taller skeleton’s rib cage, occasionally moving to wiggle a few fingers into the curvature of his spine.
“NYEHE! S-SAHANS! STAHAHAHAP!” Papyrus’ smile stretched ear-to-nonexistent-ear as Sans’ devious fingers drew loud laughter and snorts from him. “AS THE FUTURE HEAD OF THE ROYAL GUARD, I- NYEHEHE, NOT THEHEHERE! I ORDER YOU TO STOP THIHIHIS!”
“If you want it to stop so bad, just admit my jokes are great,” Sans teased, leaning forward and blowing a dry raspberry on each of Papyrus’ lowest rib bones.
“NYEHEHEHE! ALL RIHIHIHIGHT! YOUR JOKES AHAHARE T-TOHOHOLERABLE!” Papyrus gulped in air as his brother withdrew his hands and shot Sans a glare without a single ounce of venom behind it. “I WILL BE GETTING YOU BACK FOR THIS, YOU KNOW.”
“Heh. Sure, bro. Just make sure the pun-ishment fits the crime.”
It was all Papyrus could do not to scream out of frustration.
Iranian President, Hassan Rouhani, wishes Jews a Happy New Year
“May our shared Abrahamic roots deepen respect & bring peace & mutual understanding. L'Shanah Tovah,” wrote the Iranian president. In another gesture to the Jewish community, Rouhani has also donated $170,000 to Iran’s only Jewish hospital.
More often than not, Bokuto was perfectly content to do whatever Akaashi felt like. He’d seen more rom-com’s than he could count and they’d rode the swan-boats in the park every Saturday that summer. Today, however, was his birthday and that meant that Bokuto could have whatever he wanted. “Within reason,” Akaashi had said.
Bokuto thought that wanting to hear Akaashi laugh was reasonable; though Akaashi had taken some convincing. Now, Bokuto hovered around their shared dresser trying to pick the feather that best suited Akaashi’s complexion. He knew it was making Akaashi nervous, to be kept waiting.
“If you don’t hurry up Bokuto-san, you’re birthday will be over,” Came from the bed and when Bokuto turned around, he found Akaashi watching him expectantly. Akaashi was sitting on the bed in nothing but some owl print exercise shorts that Kuroo had give him as a gag gift last Christmas.
His wrists were tied gently behind his back and his ankles were secured to the foot board. For all that Akaashi was at Bokuto’s good will and mercy, the younger still had on his usual lax expression. It was his eyes that betrayed him. A warm shade of brown that tracked Bokuto’s every move.
Akaashi was observant, but when he was nervous, he became borderline paranoid. The knowledge gave Bokuto a surge of adrenaline. He glanced at the nightstand where their old analog clock sat, the numbers flipped to the time - 11:43 PM. Bokuto grinned. As usual, Akaashi was right.
“That means I have fifteen minutes, as agreed?” He questions, though he already knew the answer. Akaashi nodded stiffly, as if he’d been told he’d have to amputate his leg. It amused Bokuto that Akaashi would compare being tickled to losing one’s limb.
“Yes,” Akaashi nearly hisses out and Bokuto had half a mind to compare him to Daishou. That probably wouldn’t go over well. Instead, he finally choose a slender feather that matched Akaashi’s eyes and stepped towards the bed. “No fingers,” Akaashi reminded.
Bokuto flashed him a wide grin and nodded, “No fingers.” The younger seemed to relax a little, but Bokuto remembered what Akaashi seemed to have forgotten. Or, perhaps, he had never realized in the first place.
He turned to eye the clock, which had flipped - 11:44 PM. Akaashi had turned to see it as well, his shoulders tensing and his knees drawing together before his ankles caught on the bonds. It was silent as they waited and when the clock flipped again - 11:45 PM - Bokuto didn’t wait for Akaashi to turn back around.
With careful precision, Bokuto ran the feather up and down Akaashi’s right sole at slow pace. Giggles slowly bubbled from Akaashi’s throat, lips tipping up in a reluctant smile as his leg jerked. The silky texture sent brilliant sparks up his nerves and Akaashi scrunched his toes at the sensation.
“Wahait,” Akaashi said breathlessly through his laughter, shaking his head back and forth. The feather trailed up and down, swirled in circles, glided between his toes and Akaashi threw his head back as a trill of giggles escaped him.
Bokuto watched as Akaashi unconsciously shifted around, pulling at the fluffy leopard print hand cuffs that Kenma got Bokuto for his birthday as a non-gag gift. The metal links clinked along with Akaashi’s laughter and when Bokuto switches to his left foot, his giggles fall silent. His left was always more ticklish that the right.
He gasped in hiccupy hysterics when Bokuto focuses only on the spot just below his pinky toe, sliding the feather over, under, and around. Bokuto smiled. He was getting exactly what he wanted.
When Akaashi shifted enough to fall back on the bed, Bokuto quickly crawled over the foot board and into the space between his knees. He dragged the tip of the feather over Akaashi’s inner thighs in figure eights, causing him to sit up and fall forward into Bokuto’s chest.
Akaashi’s face burrowed into the soft shirt that he wore, laughter kicking up in pitch every time the feather drew further up his legs. “Bokuhutoho-sahan,” Akaashi pleaded with a soft shriek when Bokuto purposefully focuses the feather one the spot under his thigh close to his boxers.
His knee strains up and flops out as he falls back onto the bed again. The entire bed is trembling with Akaashi’s laughter and Bokuto discovers that he’s grinning, that he’s chuckling along with Akaashi. The clock reads - 11:56 PM - when he looks.
Knowing he didn’t have much more time, he shifted up again to straddle Akaashi’s hips. He circled the feather around Akaashi’s navel for a short moment, earning a high pitched whine before placing a hand on Akaashi’s chest to hold him in place.
“Nohoho, dohohon’t pleheheashe,” Akaashi begged when the feather trailed up his abdomen towards his chest, “Nohaot thehere!”
Bokuto grins fondly - 11:58 PM. “I still have two minutes Akaashi,” Bokuto said so softly that he wasn’t sure that Akaashi heard him over his own laughter. Kicking up an octave before going silent when Bokuto began swirling the feather around the dusky pink of his nipples.
Knowing he only had a few short moments left, Bokuto leaned forward and kissed the corner of Akaashi’s mouth, breathing in his laughter as if he’d never hear it again. Then the alarm was going off and Bokuto dropped the feather off the side of the bed.
He had only gotten the cuffs loose when Akaashi pulled him forward and their lips slanted together. Though he was out of breath, Akaashi kissed him fast and slow with heat and a chill that sent Bokuto’s blood racing.
When they pulled apart, Akaashi’s ankles were still stuck to the bed and he gave Bokuto a look. “Maybe it could be your birthday a little longer,” He suggested softly and Bokuto grinned.
He settled at the end of the bed where Akaashi had leaned forward to hold onto the foot board. “I seem to have lost my feather,” Bokuto said regretfully and he skittered his nails all over both of Akaashi’s soles.