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The Bestiary: Scaly-Foot Gastropod

These are diamond-tipped indenter heads. They are used to inflict ludicrous pressure upon various shit in order to measure the hardness of said shit. Recently, one of these was used to measure the hardness of a certain animal’s shell, and, instead of crushing the ever-loving fuck out of it, it found serious resistance.

The aforementioned animal is a snail.

Let me spell this out for ya. There is a snail that can resist the onslaught from an industrial-grade diamond applied with the pressure of several metric fucktonnes. A. Snail. That. Can. Resist. A. Diamond. Indenter.

Just imagine stepping on one of these guys. Instead of breaking their shells like those of usual snails, you’d break your own fucking ankle.

Jesus trilobitic Christ.

Today’s Episode: the Scaly-Foot Gastropod

Just look at this little piece of shit. Look at it and say to my face it doesn’t look like a tank.

What we’ve got here is the rather lamely-named scaly-foot gastropod, also known by the considerably more badass-sounding names of iron snail and  Chrysomallon squamiferum. The SFG hails from the deep-sea thermal vents known as black smokers, deep-sea vents from which water gushes constantly. That water, by the way, originates from below the mantle.

The proximities of black smokers are perfectly lightless, unforgiving badlands, with water rich enough in poisonous sulphuric chemicals to perform the chemical equivalent of curbstomping on any “superior” lifeform that dares stick it’s overspecialized, prissy ass down there, heat up to 450 degrees Celsius (one thirteenth of the temperature of the Sun’s surface) and pressures that could turn any land-dwelling scum into a Flatlander within seconds. If creatures want to survive here, they must either be hyper-effective murder-machines, or damn nigh unkillable.

The SFG’s predators, such as venomous, killer cone snails with bionic harpoon guns evolved from their own “teeth”, and car-wrecking carnivorous crabs that kill snails by pressing down on their shells for days with jagged ultra-hard pincers specifically designed to do this belong in the first category.

The SFG itself belongs in the second.

Hoooly shit does it ever.

The unkillability itself is obtained by using the chemosynthetic bacteria lurking in its glands to absorb and mineralize the poisonous iron-sulphides the water is overabundant with, making them non-poisonous for the snail. It then coats its shell with the minerals, constructing an unique three-layer structure no other gastropods possess. None.

To sum it up, the outer layer, used to block the bulk of the attack, is made up of greigite (Fe3S4), a ridiculously hard mineral. Then comes a middle layer of squishy organic matter purposed to absorb the shock of impacts, dents and blows. Finally, an inner layer of aragonite (CaCO3), designed to prevent asshole crabs from sticking their nasty claws into the shell and picking it apart splinter by splinter.

How effective is it? Well, this armor is so much better than what we puny humans possess that the U.S. Army is actively conducting research about it with the hope of developing new armor using the same build. Yes, this shell is so unbreakable that it caused the a military to lose their heads over a goddamn sea snail. Go figure.

Also, according to biologists researching the SFG, if we covered oil pipes with the stuff, they could easily shrug off damage done by such trivial things as fucking icebergs,

Not bad from a snail, I say.

But that’s not all! Look at it again.

There is a reason it’s called Scaly-foot Gastropod.

Those are scales. Made out of iron minerals.

Iron minerals that are poisonous and magnetic.

The scales are there because of the tooth-harpoon-hurling killer snails. Namely, they serve to deflect the harpoons entirely. Deflective iron scales. On a snail.

Holy crap.

So let’s sum it up, shall we? There exists a snail that forges itself a magnetic armor made out of poisonous iron ore to fend off killer crabs and venomous sniper snails that hunt it in its habitat of a vent leading to the Earth’s mantle.

Oh, and they don’t really eat anything, relying on their chemosynthetic bacteria for sustenance instead. In layman’s terms, that means that the snail keeps itself running by oxidating the sulphides in the water, all of which are lethally poisonous to most lifeforms, including the snail itself. The only reason it survives is that the bacteria chemosynthetize the sulphides, enabling the snail to quite literally live off of poison.

This molluscoid tank is ridiculously metal in more ways than one.

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Idea taken from this webtoon called 상실에게.

I recommend everyone to go read it (if you can read Korean) because it is heartbreaking and wonderful and destroyed my life forever

What each instrument says the most
  • Oboe: I bought shot-glasses and cigarette paper this weekend.... NO IT'S FOR MY OBOE I SWEAR
  • Flute: Yeah, she said she was going to do the Chaminade too. Looks like we'll have two people playing the concertino for the solo show this year, or there's always murder, you know
  • clarinet: It's my reed. Hold on I'll get another one out... also if another person asks me to play the mozart clarinet concerto i'll slap a bitch
  • Bassoon: could you scoot over a bit? I need more space to lean my bassoon... My posture is just fine, THANKS
  • Saxophone: shit. i still have my neck-strap on don't I?
  • Drums: Is the snare on? GOD, who turned the snare off again?! AND! Where the frickity frack are my sticks?
  • timpani: i gotta tune the timpani. hold on
  • trumpet: i hate partial jumping practice so much
  • trombone: Do you want to hear my gliss?
  • tuba: i literally play four notes the entire piece..,.
  • horn: look i don't know why we stick the hand in the bell. don't ask. it's just how it is
  • cello: yeah my cello cost 13,000 and my bow is custom made, so it's like 6,000 and my new case which is shock absorbent, fireproof and waterproof cost like 7,500
  • viola: I know we're trying to play louder it's the loudest i can get i know i know i'm so sick of pizzicato accompaniment give me a break please
  • violin: um I can't see the concertmaster's bowings from back here... yeah i know i can watch the person in front of me im not stupid it's just...
  • double bass: how the fuck am I supposed to carry this thing through the door? Hey, can you hold it open for me
Rocket Men: Part One

Summary: Internationally celebrated crew of Patriot Three, a rag-tag group of astronauts, assimilate back into life on Earth after months in space.

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, Chris “Thor” Odinson, Tom “Loki” Odinson, Wanda Mamixoff, Scott Lang, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, and more.

Warnings: space related nerdery, violence, sex, drugs, drinking, cheating, lying, humor, angst, language, sadness, happiness, and more. Reader beware.

Author’s Note: Well, well, well. Here we are, sitting on the brink of the future. I (among of a bunch of you) am obsessed with space. I wanted to be an astronaut as a child but it turns out, you have to like… know stuff… to go to space so I will forever be stuck to planet Earth. So, second best, you get a series where I live out my fantasies of being apart of the NASA/Space exploration family.

Please note: This series is set in the year 2060 and it is really, really, really the definition of an “au” (alternate universe), so much so… you could call it… original content. **GASP.**

I got a lot of feedback about this series and I am super excited to see it come to life. Not only will I be posting the main story line, I will be creating other things to really bring my ‘verse to life like: interviews with the astronauts, profiles, letters, articles, etc.

I’m sorry @vintagevalentinexx. <3

Enjoy, Earthlings. -Ash

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Bewear the Ides of March!

Julius Caesar was stabbed by the Roman Senators, not hugged. Yet, if the ancient senators were actually Bewears, hugging Caesar would have been equally effective as a method of assassination. According to the Pokédex, Bewear has a habit of hugging its trainers…to death. So today, let’s figure out how this might happen.

The human spine, also known as the vertebral column, is a vital part of our skeleton and nervous system. It is made up of 33 different bones called vertebrae, separated from each other with intervertebral discs. The first seven (colored in red) are called cervical vertebrae and are located in your neck. The middle twelve bones in your back (in blue) are called the thoracic vertebrae. The lower back (in yellow) consists of the lumbar vertebrae. The last 9 vertebrae (5 in green / 4 in pink) are fused together and form the sacrum and the coccyx, or your tailbone.

It’s not easy to break a spine; the discs between each vertebrae are made of squishy cartilage that is specifically designed to absorb shock and prevent your back from breaking. The segmented nature of the vertebrae allows the back to bend in several directions, also to avoid breaking by being flexible. Not to mention the walls of muscle that surround it. 

For death to occur, the individual vertebrae need to shift dramatically so they damage the nerve that runs through the middle of them. Typically, spinal-injury deaths are related to the phrenic nerve, which connects your brain to your lungs and allows breathing to happen. Several arteries also run through the vertebral column, and if they are pinched or crushed it can result in a stroke.

Of course, how much force needed to break a spine depends on whose spine you are crushing: children have more delicate spines than adults, and so on. However, it also depends on where on the spine you are crushing. The neck (cervical spine), for example, requires a force of 3,000 Newtons (roughly 700 pounds) to fracture. But Bewear doesn’t strangle its victims, it hugs them – so Bewear is attacking the thoracic and lumbar vertebrae. Various studies find the absolute limit for lumbar vertebrae to be about 1600 Newtons (360 pounds) of force.

This is surprisingly reasonable. Boxers and professional martial artists’ punches have been documented over 4,000 Newtons (900 pounds), and kicks can exceed 9,000 Newtons (2,000 pounds). Squeezing is a little different, since it is pure muscle work instead of a forward thrust, and human grip strength at its strongest is about 150 pounds. So you might not be able to crush a spine with your bare hands, but can Bewear crush a spine with its bear hands?

Probably. This shouldn’t come as a surprise, but most animals are stronger than humans in terms of muscle exertion. Some chimpanzees have been shown to be eight times stronger than humans. This is mostly because of the way we use our muscles: humans have developed a lot of control. We can finely tune our muscles, precisely control our finger movements, only using certain muscle fibers at one time. This saves us energy in many ways: you don’t have to use your entire bicep to lift up a pencil, like you might when you’re lifting weights. Other animals don’t have this control: It’s all or nothing for them. Physically, the way their muscles activate prevents them from having the fine control that we have. In other words, Bewear is incapable of giving a small hug. It can only give big, spine crushing squeezes.

Bewear’s hugs must deliver a force of 1600 Newtons (360 pounds) in order to break a trainer’s vertebral column.

anonymous asked:

Can I have when it's like in the middle of the night and the Paladin's S/o just gets up from the bed and leaves the room, only to get a cup of water or something and the Paladins wake up only to see that their s/o isn't at their side, freaks out, only to find them in the kitchen with a cup of water in their hands.. Sorry if this is long

Hey it’s mod Enki! This is really super cute so it’s gonna be like a tiny drabble for each! I’m sorry this is so long orz I kinda got carried away. 

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Shiro: 

You woke up with the taste of dried spit and left over whatever you had for dinner. Space goo again? You could have sworn it was something different this past time. Either way, it didn’t leave a good taste in your mouth. With what little light in the room you looked to your side to see Shiro comfortably asleep next to you, his head on your shoulder. Even though you hated to disturb him from his sleep, you needed to get a glass of water. You were a little hot, too, from being so close to him while you slept. With a sigh you gently wiggled your way from out of the covers and out of the bed. As soon as your bare feet hit the cold floor you shivered. Suddenly you weren’t so hot anymore and even debated going back to bed. The grimy taste in your mouth told you otherwise and you headed to the door. 

Once out of the room you flinched at the bright lights in the hallway almost bumping into a few things as your eyes adjusted. Even as you got used to the bright lights, you still stumbled your way to the kitchen like a drunkard. Fumbling with the light switch you managed to light the kitchen. It didn’t take you too long to get a nice refreshing glass of water and you pretty much downed it in one go. 

However, when you turned around to refill your glass you practically jumped three feet in the air as you saw someone out of the corner of your eye. You couldn’t manage to hold on to your glass in your fright and it fell right out of your hands. You fumbled trying to properly catch it until your hands managed to get purchase on the slippery glass. A low chuckle resounded to your side and you almost jumped again. Instead you turned to face the source only to see none other than your loving boyfriend, in the same groggy state as you.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He said, his voice low and a little scratchy.

“I don’t think startle really covers it.” You replied clearly exasperated. “I would phrase it more like… scared the living shit out of me.” 

He chuckled again putting his hands up in surrender. “Okay okay, I got it. Next time I’ll send you a letter before I enter a room.”

“Oh ha ha…” You mocked sarcastically. “What are you doing up anyways?”

“I woke up and couldn’t feel you next to me and got worried. Sounds a little silly I know.” 

“I see, then I guess the next time I leave the bed I’ll be sending you a letter of warning.” You said quoting his earlier remark. He just shook his head before letting out a yawn. It wasn’t long before you were yawning, too. Setting down the glass you shuffled your way over to him, rubbing your arms for warmth.

“Let’s just go to bed already, I’m cold.” You mumbled. 

“Alright.” Shiro pressed a kiss to your forehead before the two of you headed back to his room for some much needed rest. 

Lance:

It was probably the dead of night when you woke up, annoyed by the boy sleeping beside you. He was practically sprawled out on the bed and kicking you in the side. All the blankets were bunched up onto you and clearly overheating you to the point of being pretty uncomfortable. You angrily shoved the blankets off of you and onto Lance who was dead ass asleep and drooling onto the bed. A sigh forced it’s way out of you and you tried to think of how exactly you were going to get out of the bed with the mess of a boy beside you. You debated just shoving him off the bed entirely so you could just get out easily. Hell, he probably wouldn’t even wake up if you did. 

As tempting as it was, you weren’t that mean. Or you were and you just didn’t have the energy to move his dumb ass. Either way you managed to escape from the bed and exit out into the hallway. You were too god damn hot and needed to get something that could cool you down. The lights of the hallway were probably even more annoying than Lance’s sleeping habits at the moment and you squinted to make sense of your surroundings. 

“Stupid lights…” You mumbled to yourself as you finally made your way to the kitchen. 

You perked up as soon as you got your water and felt the cool liquid slide down your throat. It was so simple yet so refreshing to you. You sighed contently and just stood there for a second, relishing in the peace you had found in the dead of night. That is, before you felt two arms wrap around you and a face bury itself in your neck. 

“Y/n…. Come back to bed. You scared me I thought you were gone.” Lance mumbled. 

“You’re so dumb sometimes… I just needed a glass of water.” You said trying to wiggle out of his grasp. His grip was too solid though and you had no choice but to give up. 

“Y/n…” He mumbled your name again and you couldn’t help but realize how ironic it was. He never wanted to cuddle you in bed but suddenly he was all over you. 

“Well I can’t go back to bed if you keep holding me like this.” You said trying to shove him away. 

He seemed to comply this time and let go, eyes still closed, almost like he was sleep walking. You took him by the hand and led him out of the kitchen and back to bed where you two could hopefully get some more sleep. 

Keith:

When you woke up you were surprisingly comfortable, tangled up in the sheets with Keith and head resting on his chest. You sat there for a second just listening to his heartbeat and steady breathing. Everything seemed just perfect until you realized just how thirsty you were. It was that kind of thirst that you could feel all the way to the back of your throat. It was bothering you more and more every second you sat there just dealing with it. You really didn’t want to get up, it broke your heart to leave your boyfriend as he was probably having one of the most peaceful sleeps he’s had in a while. But man, you were thirsty as hell and there was no way you could go back to sleep now. 

You begrudgingly got out of bed, untangling yourself from the covers and from Keith. He looked so cute in his sleep so you quickly kissed his cheek before you made your way out into the hallway. The lights blinded you and you really regretted getting out of bed. But you had come this far so there was no way you were going back now. You zombied your way to the kitchen and managed to down two whole glasses of water before you heard someone running down the hall. 

Sitting on the counter you just shrugged before downing another glass and setting it down beside you. A yawn escaped your lips and you could’ve sworn you heard someone calling your name. You listened again and you heard it call a second time, a little louder this time. It wasn’t hard to recognize and you almost hit yourself for thinking he wouldn’t notice you leaving. 

“Keith…!” You beckoned from the kitchen. It wasn’t long before you could hear the taps of his feet as he made his way to you. He called out your name again when he entered the kitchen and you noticed how his expression turned from a scowl to a more relieved one. 

“Wow, I didn’t think you would notice me gone for literally five minutes.” You said laughing a little.

“I was worried something happened to you!” He defended himself. “You should’ve told me where you were going.”

“I was gone for five minutes, Keith.” You said. 

“Still…” He mumbled. “Just don’t do it again.”

“Okaaaaay.” You drawled getting down from the counter. “You just looked so cute while you were sleeping that I didn’t want to wake you up!” 

“Oh whatever.” He huffed. “Let’s go back to bed.”

“Whatever you saaaay.” You laughed lightly, trailing after him and back to bed.

Hunk:

As much as you loved Hunk, he radiated nothing but heat when you two cuddled and while you were 100% okay with this you were really feeling the heat right about now. It was late, everyone was surely asleep by now which meant you could wander the castle in whatever gross sleep state you were in right now. Sweat collected on your back and forehead and you really needed to cool off right about now. You wiggled out of your lover’s grasp and hated to part him while he was so contently sleeping. But when you’re gross and sweating and extremely hot it literally feels like the worst. 

You really preferred to be cold most of the time because it was really easy to just cuddle up with Hunk to get warm. It’s a whole different story for when your were hot though. When your feet touched the nice cool floor you really debated just laying on it for like an hour to properly cool off. But it didn’t really sound like something you had the patience for. A nice glass of water sounded way more appealing than just laying on the ground feeling like you’re dying. 

So you stepped out into the hallways and absorbed the shock of the lights and nice cool air blowing over your body. Once you were done bathing in this new found bliss you headed down to the kitchen. It still smelled of whatever goodies Hunk had managed to cook up for dinner when you entered it. You smiled to yourself as you stood in the kitchen with a nice glass of water. 

Closing your eyes you could’ve sworn you could fall asleep just standing up. However a warm voice pulled you from your sleepy stupor. 

“Of course I would find my favorite person in my favorite place.” Hunk said entering the kitchen. You looked at him with surprise before breaking into a small smile.

“Oh, what are you doing up?” You asked. 

“I mean I woke up and you weren’t there suddenly. It’s just a little scary you know?” He said scratching the back of his neck. 

“Sorry, I guess I should’ve woken you up then. I needed to cool off for a second.” You said sheepishly. “I’m done now though, so let’s go back to bed.”

“Sounds good to me.” 

The two of you walked back to bed, hand in hand humming a tune the both of you vaguely knew. It wasn’t long before you were back to cuddling and sweet dreams.

Pidge:

It was one of those rare occasions that Pidge was asleep next to you at a reasonable hour. You were very grateful to be blessed with this opportunity to finally cuddle your girlfriend after a long week of missions and helping out around the castle ship. Everything was perfect. Well, almost everything… You were sleeping so soundly that you managed to drool all over the pillow and now your mouth felt as dry as a desert. Dried spit didn’t taste too well and it really did bother you. 

Pidge probably wouldn’t take too kindly to your gross slobber breath or the fact that you drooled all over the pillow. So you wiggled out of bed and flipped over the pillow to the dry side of it. Your first task was done so now you were one to accomplish the next. You stepped out into the bright ass hallway and instantly regretted it. You stumbled around like you were afflicted with some sort of illness. In fact, you took you the longest time to get used to these blinding lights. 

You weren’t too fond of the lights in the hallway so you didn’t even bother turning on the lights in the kitchen. It seemed like a much better idea to just let the lights from the hallway filter into the kitchen. The darkness of the kitchen was comforting and it helped keep you groggy enough to be ready to fall back to sleep the second you got in bed. 

As soon as you got your water you quickly downed it to re-hydrate your mouth. It was nice and refreshing, although a little cold making you shiver a bit. Turning on your heel you were about to head back to the room when you saw a figure in the door way. You let out a mixture of startled noises before realizing it was just Pidge. She started at you with a blank expression. 

“Did you drool all over the pillow again?” She asked. You could practically feel your heart stop.

“Nooo?” 

“Y/n, you only get a glass of water after you drool in your sleep.” She added, completely trapping you.

“Fine, you got me. I’ll wash the pillow case in the morning.” You admitted. “Why are you up anyways. You never come after me just for drooling on a pillow.”

“It just scared me that you weren’t beside me while I slept like you always are.” She mumbled. “I had a bad dream.”

You smiled and went to hug her from behind. She sniffled a bit and you squeezed her a little harder. 

“You’re just the only one I have left.” 

“Don’t worry, Pidge. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

Space Cowboys and Walkmans (StarkQuill)

“So look, if you push this button here, it locks your screen so you dont accidentally hit anything while you’re out doing… whatever it is you do.”

“While I’m out guarding the galaxy.”

Tony’s lips twitched into a smile. “Sure, Star Lord. While you are out guarding the galaxy.”

“Do I detect some jealousy?”

“Definitely.” Tony shook his head with a little smile. “Space terrifies me. Want to be a spaceman, stuck on earth being a cowboy.

“Cowboys are cool.” Peter shrugged. “Besides, no need to worry about space when I’ll keep you warm and safe.” Peter winked at him and Tony looked away, flushing a little.

“Anyway, this little button here will keep your song playing steadily no matter what you’re doing.”

“You know, my Walkman did that too? No fancy technology required.” Peter argued, then he looked sad. “Miss my Walkman.”

Tony stared at him for a full minute. “So you aren’t grateful for this insanely expensive Stark Phone that I personally loaded over a thousand songs that I thought you would enjoy onto it? Is that what I’m hearing right now?”

“No.” Peter tried not to laugh at the horribly offended look on Tony’s face. “No. I appreciate it. It’s amazing.”

“But you miss your piece of shit Walkman.”

“Nostalgia man!” Peter argued. “Aren’t you nostalgic about anything?”

“Suck it, Space man.” Tony huffed and gathered up everything he’d brought to show off and turned and stomped out of the room.

“Nice goin.” Rocket snarked, baring his pointy teeth in a little smile. “Richest, most powerful guy on earth and you insult him when he gives you a present. Smart, StarTwat. Smart.”

“It is not Peter’s fault he is so foolishly attached to items from his childhood that he pushes away all attempts from the Iron Man to give him new things.” Drax interjected. “Just because it is stupid does not mean he doesn’t have the right to be nostalgic.”

“Um, thanks.” Peter sent Drax a look, knowing the guy was just trying to be comforting in that awkward, over literal, blunt way of his.

“I think you should stop flirting with him, and just get our gear fixed so we can leave.” Gamora said shortly, barely looking up from her book.

“I am Groot?”

“Tell me about it.” Rocket narrowed his eyes at the green woman. “Don’t be a hypocrite, Gamora. We all saw you flirting with that scary redhead. Don’t be mad at Peter for chasing some tail.”

“I am Groot.”

“No. No that’s not what chasing tail– I don’t mean Peter literally has a tail to chase.”

“I am–”

“That’s enough.” Peter sighed and ran his hands through his hair miserably. “I hope Stark isn’t too upset. We were having a good time.”

“And you think he is attractive and want to see him naked.” Drax pointed out.

“Thanks buddy.”

“As long as he keeps fixing our gear, I don’t care what you and he do. Just don’t do it here.”

“Thanks for that Gamora. You know, there are two types of people in this world. People who–”

The woman got up and walked out of the room and Peter stared after her.

“That was rude. Wasn’t that rude?”

“I am Groot.”

“Yeah, I’m tired of hearing him bitch too. Let’s go twig.” The rest of the team filed out, leaving Peter alone on the couch, kicking himself for driving the brilliant hottie known as Tony Stark away.

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Okay but

AU where everything is the same except the shield is an artifact like Mjolnir. Maybe it’s a long-lost Asgardian thing, maybe it’s some other non-Earth object. Point is, the shield is enchanted so that it only obeys the will of the wielder if their primary goal is protection. It’s just about impenetrable, can absorb any shocks, and strong enough to cut through or destroy just about anything–which would make it a perfect weapon, if anyone could figure out how to fucking use the thing. It doesn’t obey any laws of physics or movement as we know it, and SSR spends years experimenting with it until they finally give up and stick it in a crate somewhere. 

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Overwatch fic: The catdads and that time they met up with McCree after the Fall.

Remember when I said I was writing this, a year and a day ago?  No warnings.  The cut is just for length.
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Jesse’s clients showed him the documentation on his targets before he took the job, and it’s pretty clear he’s after a real pair of desperadoes.  These two have left a trail of bodies, theft, and occasional devastation in their wake from one hemisphere to the other, and he reckons it’s about time someone put a stop to it.

When they nail him in an ambush, he realizes that someone’ll have to be someone else.

His arms get pinned from behind by a grip that feels like a bear’s, claws and all.  The other one drops down in front of him from an awning three stories up and then uncoils from his crouch like he’s made of shock absorbers.  “Jesse McCree,” that one says in a low growl of a voice.  Grand, being recognized always goes so well for him. “You look like a werewolf, kid.”

The man holding him laughs.  It sounds beyond rough, almost inhuman, and kinda smug.  Jesse knows it well.  He’s heard that insult more than a few times, too.

“Well, damn,” he says faintly as the shock sets in.  

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hownowcowphelia  asked:

this might be a weird question for your blog lol but i feel like you know a lot about, uh, bones. why is neck length so varied in humans? i know we all have the same number of bones in there so is it just a difference of bone size or like space between the bones or what. it doesn't seem to correspond to other body proportions. thaaaanks.

It’s related to variable thickness in vertebrae and the position of the collarbone relative to the vertebrae!

So here’s the basic skeletal anatomy of the neck. You see those little pads between the vertebrae? Those are the vertebral discs. They’re basically little shock absorbers and their thickness can vary between individuals. Same with the bones themselves!

And then there’s the clavicles, or collar bones. This is what gives you really dramatic neck length differences. A person’s clavicle articulation points are relatively flexible compared to other articulations, and if your collarbones are lower (either naturally or artificially), your neck will appear longer. Take for instance the Kayan people of Burma/Myanmar. The women wear brass rings on their necks that seem to stretch it.

However, their vertebrae don’t get spaced apart- what happens is that the clavicle and scapulae (the shoulders) get pushed down, along with the first ribs. Here is an x-ray of a Kayan woman who has had her rings removed next to an x-ray of a person who never had neck rings. 

I circled the clavicles in blue and made red arrows pointing to the first ribs. You can see that on the left, in the x-ray of the person whose clavicles are at the usual height, the neck looks a lot shorter. But the Kayan woman on the right? Her clavicles are pushed quite far down, and her ribs have moved a bit to compensate. This is obviously an extreme example, but even without modification, some people can have naturally lower collarbones that give the appearance of a longer neck!

You know, a lot of people don’t realize this but….

The animals at the zoo represent so many opportunities for biologists around the world to learn basic information about, well, animals! We get research proposals all the time from researchers, both among our own staff and globally, seeking permission to include the animals in their research. We approve the proposals that are of the greatest scientific value, that have potential to help us even further improve our qualities of animal care, and that are certain to cause no harm of any form to the animals. Recently two papers were published in major academic journals by scientists from regional universities that contribute some fascinating information to the global body of knowledge about animals.

Dr. Bonnie M. Perdue (Department of Psychology, Agnes Scott College) published: Perdue, B.M. 2016. The effect of computerized testing on Sun Bear behavior and enrichment preferences.            Behavioral Sciences 6, 19; doi:10.3390/bs6040019

The field of comparative cognition investigates species’ differences and similarities in cognitive abilities, and sheds light on the evolutionary origins of such capacities. Dr. Perdue realized that, while cognitive studies commonly are conducted with animals such as dogs, elephants, primates, and even giant pandas, many animals have never been studied. So, she applied some standard methods, using an ingenious rugged computerized touchscreen apparatus, to our sun bears. Bears typically use their tongues to explore and manipulate their environment and, she found that the bears actively engaged the touchscreen menus with their tongues.



The screens had dabs of honey on them in the earlier trials, to draw the bears’ attention to these novel objects. Once familiarized with the screens, the bears proceeded to learn to interact with specific color- or shape-targets on the screen in exchange for treats. Soon, the bears were preferring to interact with the computer screens more than any of the other enrichment items available to them. This study discovered a new method by which bears can be studied and showed that the experiments were preferred by the bears who actively involved themselves at every opportunity. This is fascinating stuff!

Alexis Noel (a graduate student in Mechanical Engineering, Georgia Tech) and her colleagues published: Noel, A.C., Guo, H-Y., Mandica, M., Hu, D.L. 2017 Frogs use a viscoelastic tongue and non-Newtonian saliva to catch prey.           Journal of the Royal Society Interface 14: 20160764.           http://dx.doi.org/10.1098/rsif.2016.0764

Frogs can capture insects, mice and even birds using only their tongue, with a speed and versatility unmatched in the world of synthetic materials. How can the frog tongue be so sticky? In this multi-faceted study that included some frogs here, used high-speed films of frog feeding to understand the behaviors involved in tongue-feeding. Then they used high-tech measurements and characterizations of frog tongues at Georgia Tech to investigate the structural properties of frog tongues and saliva.



They found that the tongue’s unique stickiness results from a combination of an incredibly soft and stretchable anatomy soft and a saliva that simply does not follow the normal rules of how liquids respond to pressure. The tongue acts like a car’s shock absorber during insect capture, absorbing energy and so preventing separation from the insect. The unique saliva spreads over the insect during impact, grips it firmly to the tongue, and yet it slides off easily once it is back in the mouth. This combination of properties gives the tongue 50 times greater work of adhesion than known synthetic material (such as everyone’s favorite, the sticky-hand toy). These insights offer many new ideas and models for applications in industry and engineering. Yet more proof that frogs are the coolest animals on Earth!
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The One After Vegas...

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Sub!Dean, Dom!Reader, use of restraints (for Dean) mention of anal play, mention of spanking (sorta), edging. Pretty much PWP

Word Count: 3152

A/N: This one is written for @sis-tafics and @eyes-of-a-disney-princess birthday challenge. HAPPY BIRTHDAY LADIES! It also has a Part 1 that was posted earlier today. Thank you goes to @avasmommy224 for betaing this for me. Feedback is appreciated and I hope yall enjoy!! ♥

Dean’s POV

It’s been a month since that night in Vegas and no matter how many women I pick up, no one has compared to her. It seems like just plain old vanilla sex just isn’t enough anymore. Yeah, I get off but it’s just not the same. Then there was the one other time I tried the sub thing with another chick…it got weird, quick.

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chronically ill more like chronically SICK

(this lighting is bad but they r a very lovely green)

i was kind of reluctant to upgrade from a cane to crutches and had originally planned on just using these for bad pain days or if i knew id be standing/walking a lot, but theyre so so helpful and im so glad i decided to get them. theyre actually pretty fun lol

Divided: Part 21

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader

Warnings: Angst, blood, violence 

Word Count: 3160

Summary: You and T’Challa arrive in Siberia to find your teammates already engaged in combat.

Authors Note:  As I updated a week or two ago, I have been going through a lot of difficulties lately, and having a bit of a rough time with it. Because of this my free time and my writing ability has suffered. A lot of the reason that this has taken so long is because I suffered a lot of anxiety about returning and being good enough after taking such a hiatus. But this is my attempt to get back in the game, so hopefully you enjoy it <3  I always love hearing from you all, so drop a line with thoughts or predictions!  Tagging is open, just ask, if you are on my tag list and your username has changed PLEASE let me know!

Divided: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 


Your legs twitch nervously as T’Challa’s fingers flick at the controls, landing his plane smoothly on the ground. Within an instant, you unclasp your buckle and rise to your feet, your breath catching in your chest as you spot Steve and Bucky’s stolen quinjet a few yards ahead.

You hurry towards the weapons lining the side wall of the plane as T’Challa moves quickly beside you, his hand catching your wrist as you reach for one of the many knives.

“Relax your Highness,” You roll your eyes as you attempt to twist out of his grip, his hand holding firm, “I’m not grabbing for you… whether I like it or not, you and I are on the same side now.” You huff as he releases you, shaking his head slowly.

“Oh no… you are staying here, young one.” His low voice instructs you, a veiled threat present in his tone. “I will be retrieving Barnes on my own, I do not need you interfering again to save your boyfriend.”  

You breathe slowly, trying to curb your frustration as the clock ticks onwards, precious seconds being wasted in an argument. For all you know, the assassins could have already killed your friends and escaped.

“Look. I get it. You don’t trust me. But right now we are up against a much larger danger. You think my ‘boyfriend’ is a threat? Inside these walls there are 5 super assassins that my team is going up against. We are drastically outmatched, but at least if you bring me along we don’t have to be outnumbered.” You speak quickly, the exasperation in your tone making your agitation clear as your foot taps in annoyance, every second wasted allowing more room for loss.

T’Challa stands for a moment, considering you, “Very well, suit up.” You heed his words, hurriedly selecting your weapons as you replenish the holsters of your tactical suit. He places his helmet on as he moves towards the back of the plane, firmly hitting a button to descend the ramp.

You follow swiftly after him, your legs twinging painfully at the speed of your movement, you hurriedly hide your wince of pain as you fall into step beside T’Challa, your footfalls muffled by the soft snow beneath your boots.

You slowly approach the steel doors that had been left ajar by the previous visitors. Suddenly T’Challa’s plane exudes a large amount of exhaust, the unexpected sound causing you to whip around, your defenses trained for enemy fire.

In a moment, T’Challa had sped from your side, moving swiftly towards the steel doors, bending them solidly shut behind him as the lock clicks into place, leaving you barred on the outside.

“HEY!” You shriek, your fist beating angrily against the cold, rusted steel. “T’Challa! You idoit! What the fuck are you doing?”

“I am sorry young scorpion, but I believe I am doing what is right, I cannot have you interfering.” His words fall swiftly through the door as they fade.

Your hands beat harshly against the metal, willing it to buckle beneath your fervent fists as a slew of profanities tear from your lips.

You stare at your blocked entrance through frustrated tears. Taking a few deep breaths, looking around quickly, seeking any indication of an alternative way in.

Escape hatch. You think fleetingly, beginning to climb up the snow mound by the side of the door, seeking to get on top of the fortress.

With so much underground they would need alternative ways out. I just have to find one… Your foot slips slightly as you scale the wall, using your knives to push hand holds into the firm snow. After a bit of difficulty, you pull yourself to the top, seeing a handful of large launching pads dispersed throughout the flat roof, but no clear manholes.

You move tentatively, unsure of your footing or what defenses may be present. Suddenly the ground shakes beneath you, causing you to crouch down, steadying your balance on the slippery snow, the deafening sound of an explosion below causing your heart to pound fervently.

Suddenly you see something in the distance, a man in a long black jacket emerging from the white ground. You react quickly as he begins to run.

“Hey!” you yell, moving hastily on his tail. But your attention is briefly diverted as the ground shakes once more, causing you to lose your footing, sending you sliding to your knees, stopping only feet from a large launch hatch that was suddenly opening.

Frantically rising to your feet, you dodge the snow debris falling from the door of the hatch. As it opens you can hear the sound of yelling faintly over the whine of the metal gears.

Without thinking you begin running towards the large hole, stopping short as you gaze down the maze of grates lining the wall. You watch as a large dark figure jumps across from grate to grate, his metal arm catching himself as he pulls his body up onto the platform.

Without a moment of hesitation, you scamper down the ladder, not thinking of anything else but reaching Bucky. Jumping from the middle rung, you hit the platform firmly, allowing your knees to bend as you absorb the shock of the landing.

Hurriedly turning around, you see Stark collide forcefully with Bucky, sending him sprawling backwards onto a lower platform. “BUCKY!” You scream, looking down on him, running hurriedly along the wall of platforms as you try to get to him.

“Stark Stop!!” You plead as Bucky looks up to you, leaving himself vulnerable for a moment,

“Scorpion, this is your final warning, stay out of it.” You gasp as Stark takes the cheap shot, sending a blast straight at Bucky. Steve appears just in time, placing his shield up in front of Bucky as the shot reverberates back at Stark, knocking him against the opposing wall.

“What are you doing here?” Bucky yells up to you, fear and joy warring for dominance across his features as he moves quickly from Steve, climbing the walls and platforms, ascending to you.

You kneel down, watching him climb up to you as Stark rises to his feet once more, resuming his pursuit. “Watch out!” You yell, attempting to give a warning, but Steve reacts first, wrapping a thin wire around Starks neck as he jumps towards the ground, dragging Tony with him.

Your attention switches quickly back to Bucky, speaking words of encouragement as you watch him make large and dangerous jumps, every moment coming closer to you. “Come on!” You shout as you hear Cap’s shield clatter to the ground, just as Bucky makes a particularly risky jump to the platform you are kneeling on.

His fingers dig into the grate as he hangs below, you frantically fumble your hands along his back helping to pull him up. Within an instant you are both on your feet and frantically climbing, hopping the few more platforms to the ladder.

He begins to climb ahead of you, both of you frantically scaling the rungs with speed. You scream as the hinge abruptly explodes beside you, Stark’s missile coming in firm contact as the door groans, collapsing downwards.

You drop down hurriedly, ducking into the shelter of the ladder as Bucky jumps to the opposite wall, both of you narrowly avoiding debris from the blast.

“Y/N!” You hear him cry out in concern as you shift into a crouched position, coming into eye contact as you both realize that you are trapped.

Stark rises swiftly between you, going after Bucky as he ferociously swings a large pipe from the debris. Your hands scramble hurriedly around you, reaching for fragmented bits of concreate as you begin to send a barrage of flying objects at Stark.

But to no avail, Stark moves swiftly, locking his arms around Bucky’s neck before speaking clearly to him as you scream, pleading with Tony to release him. “Do you even remember them?” He asks forcefully.

You fall into silence as you watch Bucky’s face, pain and regret flashing across his features. “I remember all of them.” He speaks slowly, struggling to breathe as Tony’s metal limbs wrap around him.

“Tony please.” You beg, tears falling from your eyes once again. “No!” You scream, as Stark flies down taking Bucky with him. You jump without thinking, adrenaline pulsing through you as you fling yourself at Stark’s back, wrapping your limbs around him and clinging on for dear life as the three of you fall down the shaft.

“Y/N!” Steve yells as he jumps across, catching you around the waist, causing you to dislodge and slam back against the wall, coming to rest painfully on a platform, gasping for air at the impact.

Bucky, Tony, and Steve fall quickly, the force of Steve’s contact causing their bodies to ricochet against the wall, sending Bucky flying to a platform a few floors beneath you. Groaning, you roll onto your stomach, pushing yourself to all fours as you look down at Bucky, breathing with a sigh of relief as you see him moving.

He makes eye contact with you, as you nod, reassuring him that you are alright. You rise hurriedly, dropping down each platform, silently working your way towards him. He quickly rises to all fours as he looks down at Steve.

“This isn’t going to change what happened.” Steve’s soft voice reverberates up the shaft, echoing in the cavern.

“I don’t care.” Tony says firmly, standing in opposition to Steve. “He killed me mom.” You gasp audibly as Stark flies forward at Steve, Bucky’s eyes connecting with yours as you drop to the platform next to him, taking a large jump onto the one he was standing on.

His arms wrap firmly around you, catching your momentum as you wince painfully at the impact on your abused legs. “I…” He whispers, the tentative tone of an excuse coming.

“Not now love.” You whisper placing a sharp kiss to his lips to let him know where your head was. “I know.” Your fingers quickly ghost over his jaw as you move to the adjacent platform, retrieving Steve’s shield as you move down towards your Captain.

“No,” Bucky says firmly, pulling the shield out of your hands as you both scramble downwards, “You’re hurt enough. Please stay out of harm’s way. I’ll protect him… Old habits die hard I guess.” He shrugs sheepishly as he turns from you.

Before you can argue, Bucky jumps the last few feet to the battle below, raising the shield high above his head as he brings the edge crashing down into Stark’s back. Stark responds immediately sending a blast that reflects off the shield and comes flying up towards you as you narrowly dodge it.

You watch from a safe distance as Bucky throws the shield back to Steve, knowing full well that you would be more of a nuisance at this time, with your weakened state and the ineffectiveness of your weapons against Stark’s iron shield.

You watch helplessly as the two super soldiers take on their friend, working seamlessly to double team him and drop him quickly to his knees.

As elated as you want to feel at them grabbing the upper hand, the constant twinge of heartbreak still tears through your body as you remember who is in the suit.

Then suddenly the hand shifts, Steve catches a blast to the stomach and is thrown backwards, leaving Bucky to take on Stark alone. You cannot stand idly by as he takes hit after hit, you move quickly descending to the main area as Bucky regains the upper hand, ferociously slamming Stark against the wall, his metal hand digging into the core of Tony’s suit.

You stop in your hurried movements, frozen as you rush forward, watching the animalistic tendency taking over the man you love. The hardened heart of the beaten and broken assassin burning through.

“Bucky! Bucky stop!” You cry, but he cannot hear you, his own savage scream drowning out your plea. With a sudden blast of light, he is thrown backwards, coming to land harshly on his knee, his eyes wide with shock as his gaze falls on the smoking exposed wires where his metal arm just was.

You move quickly, stepping between Stark and him as Stark raises his hand once again. “Move!” Tony hollers at you, but you stand firmly blocking his path to Bucky as he tries to aim around you. You rush forward your hands reaching for the blaster on his palm as you try to deflect him.

“Tony! Tony, stop! Please! STOP!” You plead rapidly, as you try to block him, “MOVE!” He screams once more trying to push you aside, but you hold on tighter, refusing to step aside.

With one quick motion, Stark’s arm sweeps against your waist, catching you painfully right along the ribs as the strength of his blow sends you flying back against the ramp. You hit the concreate painfully, your head smacking forcefully to the ground as you roll down to lie at the base of the ramp.

Your vision is blurry as you see Bucky fly forward once more, Starks blast coming into contact with him. You fight against the swimming sensation in your brain, you try helplessly to rise to your knees once more, as Steve rushes forward, his shield deflecting the oncoming blasts from Tony, protecting Bucky once again, sending light deflecting throughout the enclosure.

Your vision blurs again as Steve engages Tony in combat, your eyes scan roughly along the ground, spotting Bucky, seemingly unconscious, a few feet from you. You fight to get to your knees again, but your consciousness is swimming in and out. You close your eyes as your bloodied cheek presses to the cool concrete.

“He’s my friend.” You hear Steve’s plea, drifting to your deafening ears as if in a distant room. “So was I.” Tony responds, his voice becoming clearer as you force your eyes open again, seeing Tony slam hit after hit into your Captain’s face as Bucky stirs slowly behind him.

You raise your head as Stark grabs Steve by his straps, throwing him roughly against a pillar, “Stay down. Final warning.” Stark snarls, standing threatening in front of Steve.

You watch as your Captain struggles to his feet, falling roughly back into fighting stance. His perseverance inspiring you once more as you press your palms firmly to the ground and push back onto your knees, yelping quietly when a sharp pain stings your side as you breathe.

“I could do this all day.” Steve breathes heavily, raising his fists once more as your vision swims again, your hands gripping harshly at the floor as the world seems to move around you. You know you have pushed your body to its limits, and unlike the super soldiers surrounding you, you were unable to recover so quickly.

You watch helpless as Stark prepares another blast for Steve, but Bucky moves instinctively, grabbing at Starks ankle and subsequently receiving a sharp kick to the face as he falls backwards to the ground.

If nothing else had been able to force clarity back into your head, the site of the blood trickling from Bucky’s face had done the trick. You moved quickly, ignoring the intense pain in your side with every breath or movement.

You grit your teeth as your body threatens to lose consciousness. In the moment that Stark was distracted by your and Bucky’s sudden movements, Steve is able to step forward and gain the upper hand, raising the iron man high above his head before throwing him forcefully against a pillar.

Steve moves on top of Tony trapping him down, as you hurry over to Bucky, touching his face softly as his eyes try to focus on you. “Come on, baby. Buck. Bucky! We have to get you out of here, come on, come on!” You whisper fervently your pleas falling on deaf ears.

His remaining hand rises up to meet your face, his warm fingers wiping at the sticky blood dribbling down your cheek. You press into his touch as your tears mix with the dirt and blood, creating clear tracks down your cheek.

You turn your attention to Steve, knowing that you did not have the strength to move Bucky on your own.

Your Captain had retained the upper hand, but with each hit the ferocity of his movements were mimicking Bucky’s lack of control, with each contact he was chipping away at what had always made him your Captain.

“Captain,” You call out, allowing Bucky’s hand to drop from your face as you rise with difficulty to your feet. Steve continues in his abusive, repetitive action, ramming the shield with malice into Starks mask, exposing Tony’s fearful face as he raises the shield once more.

“Steve!” You yell, your hand coming in contact with his shoulder as he looks up at you, his eyes black and wild with desperation. With a final growl, he crashes the shield into Tony’s chest, falling sideways off him as you all remain still for a moment, shocked by the deterioration of what was once a team.

“Tony… I…” You whisper regretfully as you extend a hand to Steve, pulling him roughly to his feet as you stagger on your own. Tony closes his eyes and turns away from you, small tears seeping from the corners of his eyes. He rolls onto his side as Steve steps beside you retrieving his shield and wrapping an arm around your waist to steady you on your feet, before he moves past you to pull Bucky to his.

“Tony… I’m so sorry.” You whisper as you kneel beside him, reaching for his shoulder and helping to pull him into a more upright position. His eyes connect with yours, his expression softening slightly as he looks at your tear stained cheeks. Tear tracks having carved pathways in the fresh blood painted along the side of your face, as bruises quickly formed beneath your skin.

“I never wanted you to get hurt.” He whispers, his gaze falling from you once again as he falls back on his arm. “I…”

“Y/N.” Steve speaks firmly. Stark’s gaze rises to Steve once more, as he stands there looking coldly down at him, supporting Bucky by his side.

“That shield doesn’t belong to you.” Stark spits, as you rise hesitantly to your feet, retreating over to Steve and Bucky as you loop your arm around Bucky’s waist to help him. Steve turns you all away as Tony bellows after him, “You don’t deserve it. My father made that shield!”

Steve stops, causing Bucky to stumble beside you. You glance to your Captain, seeing that the clear blue of his eyes had returned as he looks ahead in sadness. With a deep sigh, he drops the shield beside him, the clatter of the metal providing a finality to the confrontation, as if a door had sealed shut.


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Wrong: Part 2 (A 2D Bendy AU Fanfic)

Alright, this fanfic is by far one of the most popular posts on this blog. It even got a follow up by @pooka-dragon (which is really good by the way, give it a read!). 

HOWEVER

That is their version, not mine. While I am a sucker for fluff, me, being the twisted mind I am, made a part 2 (some people asked for the second part) and made some more angst. I am working on part 3 which should come later in the week.

AGAIN I am sorry if things seem weird or are wrong *snort*.

Part 1

part 3

SO HERE WE GO:

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Random zenyatta headcannons:

-if you were to hug him he wouldn’t be like a solid block of metal, I imagine that between his metal plating and hydraulics or whatever there shock absorbers and rubber, so there’s a slight give to him, not lie hugging a person but technically I think he would be cuddlier than ppl think he is
-also most of his hands are made of rubber/some material that makes it easy to grip/hold stuff, and function a lot like human hands i.e. Prob good for hand holding
-instead of kissing his partner sometimes he’ll press his fingers to their mouth because they’re more sensitive then his faceplate and more kissable
-he’s warm
-wears those stupid baggy drop crotch pants with flip flops
-listens to twenty one pilots like a garbage emo but gets upset when the lyrics don’t rhyme

anonymous asked:

how do you think yuuri got into poledancing? (also, how did yuuri decide to /continue/ poledancing?)

so i used to run half marathons and played varsity basketball through HS, but i kept burning out because of injuries.  i have really flat feet, and so i have no shock absorbency in them, so any heavy cardio that requires being on my feet wrecks my legs and gives me shin splints and makes my ribs dislocate, so i always have to find ways to cross train (love pilates and cycling, i’ve heard swimming is amazing) when i’m in shape to keep my injuries at a minimum (also it helps to get workouts that focus more on muscle systems you might not traditionally use for your main performance sport, SO ANYWAY).

“you know what, forget it, it was stupid,” yuuri says, trying to take the pamphlet back, but phichit won’t let him.  

“we have to,” phichit says.  “you have to.  you said you have what, over a decade of dance–”

“not like this, phichit, i just thought it would be a good core workout,” yuuri says nervously.  “and you get a discount on private lessons if you bring a partner.  but it’s fine, you don’t have to–”

“it will make your core look great,” phichit interrupts him, agreeing, “when you medal on the grand prix circuit and bone victor nikiforov.”

“oh my god,” yuuri says. “phichit no.”

“phichit yes, shut up,” phichit says, whipping out his phone. “i’m signing us up for ten classes immediately.” 

Distractions pt 8

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Yoongi x Reader (ft. Jimin)

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 3551

Originally posted by k-omachi

Back and forth and back and forth…under his lids, his eyes darted back and forth until he finally woke up. Darkness blanketed the entirety of the room rendering Yoongi completely disoriented. He sat up in his bed and rubbed his forehead, his sweat left a thin layer of residue on his palm. Nothing but a pitch darkness could be seen. 

What time is it? It must be the middle of the night…

Waking during the night hours was always a problem for him. While he could easily find himself a spot and spontaneously nap virtually anywhere during the day, night was completely different. Once woken up, it was almost impossible for him to go back to sleep. He thought that talking until he was tired again was the solution. Even in the middle of the night, he’d sometimes show up at one of his other friend’s houses if none of the other members were awake. Talking did help. In fact, that was his go-to solution for years…but it only really worked well when he spoke with a certain person. 

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My parents keep talking about how they want us to go back home and visit Palestine. 

I want to, after I haven’t been back home and seen some of my family in 11-12 years.

The only thing that scares me though, is not the chance of getting stuck in a war but going back there after 11-12 years to a place I don’t know, a place that was changed because of 3 wars, and where the house I grew up in no longer stands.  

Although my home was bombed 2-3 years ago, and I don’t think about it anymore, I don’t think I would be able to absorb the shock when I go back there and see it isn’t there anymore.