something i want to share

Speculative Biology

Hi, it’s me again.

There’s something I wanted to share about your Feraltale story and revenants in general. As a speculative biologist (admittedly a beginner) the idea of a pouch like that intrests me.

If they work as you say they do, with swallowing their young (pups? kittens? cubs? hatchlings?) to keep them safe in the pouch, along with also eating food, this means that their digestive system and gag reflex are completely conscious.

Other possible anatomical attributes include: two to four seperate tubes in the mouth, one (the esophagus) leading to the stomach for actual food, the windpipe (if they have one), while the other two lead fo the pouch. One is for going in, the other for spitting out. It’s possible that the “pouch tubes” would be in front of the uvula as to not stimulate the gag reflex. They would also most likely be much stronger and strechier than the esophagus. Or there might only be tube to the pouch, functioning for both entering and exiting.

While the inner lining of a human stomach is mucus (as to keep the hydrochloric acid from disolving it), the lining of a revenant pouch is probably something else. I’d probably compare it to a kangaroo pouch in function, a safe place where the young can grow. This means that like a kangaroo pouch, the young are most likely taken in so they can grow safely. So, I’d fancy a guess that the lining of a revenant pouch is some magic-rich substance to nourish and help facilitate healthy growth. It seems like males have it, but what about females? We haven’t seen any so far? Are there any? Are revenants an androgynous species?

If you want to just write this off as magic, that’s okay too. It’s your species and your story. These are just my musings, feel free to correct or ignore any of this.

-Anon Seven


Dear Seven,

Hi!

Glad to see more people thinking about the biology of things, so have some science and sciencey headcanons for this story.

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I was really meaning to write over the past weeks, in fact, I couldn’t remember how many times I told myself that I should write more. I needed to write more. And yet, here I am, I can even hardly start a decent post. I was even disappointed at myself that I wasn’t able to write something for the good movies that I wanted to share. Everything’s not coordinated at this point.

There are so many things going on that my attention should be laser-focused not to think about other things (i.e. not having a decent trip going to/from work due to non-operation of Uber, getting emotional about EJKs affecting innocent people, the road accident that killed a father of a family and even more so because of the slow rescue). I mean, think about that? These will surely hit you hard big time. And while I can’t do anything significant to solve these problems, while don’t have tactical solutions at this point, I’m just trying to be a better citizen. Perhaps, by doing a good job, serving more public, and be more sensitive to others.

Back to writing, it’s not like I don’t try. I mean, I start sometimes— I jot down ideas because there are really ideas, I write the beginnings of posts and that’s all. No follow-throughs resulting in not writing at all. Just earlier, I saw this photo above and I was thinking of sharing this with the idea of, you know, winning the life even with having fewer resources, less talents but more admiration and discipline. Thus, I quote John Maxwell, “winners focus on winning, losers focus on getting by”.

I really hope we will all get to where we want ourselves to be, or at least to the place we enjoy.

I just saw this on Reddit today and I wanted to share it here.

When you’re a parent, you have to realize that the child you brought into this world is going to be their own person and you’ll have to start getting into things you may not understand and have ZERO interest in.

However, you damn well better act like you are.

I can still remember the feeling as a kid getting Pokemon Red and it being something I loved so much, so I wanted to share that with my mom. I wanted to show her my team, tell her about the gym leaders I took down, and she just took a glance at the Game Boy color and went “mmhhhmm”.

She gave zero shits when I beat Banjo-Kazooie, a game which was INCREDIBLY hard for grade school me and you can make me have war flashbacks if you so much as say “Rusty Bucket Bay”.

My town in Animal Crossing? Catching rare fish? Who cares?

I liked a cartoon series so much that I wrote little stories about it? “No, I don’t want to read it.”

This type of stuff matters to kids so damn much and she’ll never realize how much it hurt our relationship. It might not seem like a big deal she never sat down and watched me play something like Luigi’s Mansion, but that’s how kids try and bond with their parents.

After constantly being shot down they’ll eventually stop talking to you entirely. 

May the happy fox bring joy into your day ! 

  • fanfic writer: *writing* Oh wow, they are going to love this. This is by far my best work!
  • fic: *witty lines* *perfect love making* *fluffy enough to kill us all* *a dash of angst, a smidgen of hurt/comfort*
  • fanfic writer: Oh man. This is it. This will be my legacy! *sweats into fic* *bleeds into fic* *cries into fic* *spends days perfecting the grammar and verbage and sex scenes* *has 15 betas look over it*
  • fanfic writer: Okay. It is finally time to release my baby on the world. Here you go fandom. You're welcome.
  • fandom: Ha, cute. *like* *kudos*
  • fanfic writer: :/
  • * * *
  • same fanfic writer: *writing* Whatever. This is shit, I don't even care right now. A singing squirrel? Sure, let's do it. Haha, cheesy lines that make no sense, sure. Grammatical errors out the wazoo? Why not. No one's going to read this piece of crap anyway, I literally wrote it on a scrap of 1 ply toilet paper with a broken yellow crayon.
  • fanfic writer: LOL *post*
  • fandom: OMG THIS IS THE BEST THING YOU HAVE EVER GRANTED US WITH, WHERE HAS THIS BEEN ALL MY LIFE, OMG, I NEED A SEQUEL IMMEDIATELY, PLEASE. WHAT THE. I'M NOT EVEN WORTHY. *kudosrebloglikereccomment*
  • fanfic writer: *sigh*

my @iwaoiexchange gift for lichi - the prompt was fluffy domestic iwaoi! i hope you like it!!

I’m going to interrupt your day/night really quick and say that the green drink namjoon was drinking in the bst mv is a drug called absinthe. It’s a liquor that has really high levels of alcohol and considered to be a psychoactive drug that (supposedly) gives the drinker hallucinations. It was used by artists, writers, and poets because it was known for stoking creativity. People like Oscar Wilde, Toulouse-Lautrec, and even Vincent Van Gogh used it!

Originally posted by epikcry

This isn’t really a fuck anyone, just something that happened and I want to share with others out there so maybe they’ll also start doing the same.

So I’m a cashier, and recently I had noticed that when I have a blind customer who pays with cash, each bill is folded differently so they can feel which bill is which. After noticing that, I decided to start handing each bill one at a time based on type of bill, and letting them know which bill I’m handing them.(I’ll give them their 10, then their 5, then tell them I’ve giving them their two 1s, giving them the chance to finish putting away the previous bill before I give them the next one)

Every single time I’ve done this, I’ve had them be happy and surprised and complimentary, about how that was really nice and useful and how I must have experience to know to do that. Today I had a customer say “Now if everyone was more like you, the world would be a much better place. So many times, the cashier will just shove all the change and receipt at me!”

Until I had put together the dots of how they had all of their bills folded differently, I never would have even thought about it before. It was just chance that I noticed it, and decided to try handing the change back differently.

So, not really a fuck customers. Maybe more of a fuck ableism? And maybe with other people reading this, they might start doing the same and making things a bit easier for their blind customers when it comes to change.

my wifi briefly went out during last night’s liveblogging of episode 40, so i used the Discord app and data to continue to talk to @mustdang-100, and they pointed out something about the 1st OP:

YOU GET HIS ENTIRE LIFE STORY IN THE FIRST OPENING AND YOU DON’T EVEN REALIZE IT!!!!!!!

my reaction:

So monsta x fansites were waiting for the boys at the airport but Tom Cruise came out of the same exit before monsta x so the fansites took pictures of Tom Cruise IM LAUGHING SO HARD

Some even changed the name of the preview HAHA

Good boy (Kihyun’s fansite) -> Tom Boy

Here My Dear (Hyungwon’s fansite) -> Here My Tom

I just wanted to be close to you, and I’ll never understand why that was so terrible… Why it was too much to ask. I wanted us to be an ‘us’… But that would have taken something more than you were capable of giving - It would have taken you loving me back the same way I loved you and you simply couldn’t do it…
I just wanted your favorite things to become my favorite things. I wanted to hear my phrases on your lips and hum the tunes you always got stuck in your head…. I wanted to take you to the places I’ve been that you’ve never seen… I wanted us to inspire each-other to do new things we’ve never done so we could experience the thrill of seeing or trying something for the first time through each-other.
I wanted us to share things; love, secrets, a home, a future…. I wanted your life to become my life. I wanted to meet the people you love and see all the wonderful qualities you saw in them - but more than that ….
I just wanted to BE one of them..
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I just wanted to share something that I find beautiful about myself. Some body positivity, it’s not easy, but you gotta do it. Something that I find beautiful is… my bald head. I love that about myself. I was so self-conscious about losing my hair and just deciding to embrace it all and shave it all off. I see it. I love it now. It’s fashionable. []

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probably the best and most important video edit out there - credit

Risha i made a ‘Lace’ flag (lesbian+ace) that I wanted to share! (I’m sure someone has done something like it before but the ‘lace’ thing was too good to pass up!)

This is so beautiful I love it

Ready for a long ace-centric metaphor about sex? 

Alright, so. Coffee. I don’t drink coffee. I have no desire to drink coffee. I find people who enthusiastically go on about the flavor differences of lattes, espressos, and french press brews, both amusing and mildly baffling. All the coffee ads. Coffee jokes. Bustling coffee shops. To me, all coffee is similarly bitter and unpleasant. I have been through so many “Try this, it’s sweet! You can’t even taste the coffee!”  Alas, I always can. And I’m  sensitive to caffeine anyway. So, I don’t really think about drinking it when I wake up or am tired.

 Yet I love the smell of coffee. I love the idea of coffee. The feeling of a warm cup taking the chill from my fingers, the cozy ritual of having a drink and chat. I might try someone’s coffee. If they ask, if I want to please them and share in something they enjoy. I am also perfectly capable of learning the preferences of those I care about and creating a cup for their pleasure. 

But I don’t want coffee, generally speaking. I will probably make a face after trying their coffee and wash the taste out with something else. They may rush to reassure me that it is an acquired taste. And I’ll have to reply that it’s a taste I don’t particularly care about acquiring in the way they did. ‘Drink it till you like it’ will never work for me.

 But that doesn’t mean I am against coffee or think people shouldn’t drink it. Doesn’t mean I’ve taken a vow to never drink any. And sure, maybe if you get one of those sugar and whipped cream disasters, more of a warm milkshake than a cup of coffee, I’ll probably be happier sipping it with you. But honestly? I’d rather smell someone else’s coffee and not be expected to drink it. I’d really rather have the heat and sweetness of my hot cocoa.