sweat gland

In case no one told you growing up

Many wonderful additions have been posted in the reblogs if you care to look through them (the post would be a giant if I added them all, plus I don’t see them all myself).

An anon asked me for a version of this specifically for feminine hygiene. You can see it here.


  • Bras last longer if you let them air dry. Don’t put them in the dryer.
  • If you have a problem with frizzy hair, don’t dry your hair with a towel. It makes the frizzies worse. (I recently read an article that said to use a t-shirt? I brush mine out and let it air dry.)
  • Whites wash best in hot water. Everything else can be in cold - save on your electricity bill.
  • You can kill 99.9% of germs in a sponge by putting it in the dishwasher for a cycle or by microwaving it for 2 min (be sure to make the sponge damp before microwaving and to put a cup half full of water in with it and please DO NOT squeeze the sponge until it has cooled off)
  • Airing out your room/house and letting sunlight in every so often can decrease the number of household pests like silverfish and ants.
  • Black underwear is best during your period as stains are less likely to be visible.
  • To save money, put aside 10% of each paycheck into a savings account. It’ll add up.
  • Unless your hair has something on/in it (like grease or mud or something), using conditioner first can actually be the better choice. The conditioner holds in the good oils that help you hair look sleek and beautiful, which shampoo would otherwise wash away.
  • Speaking of shampoo - if you have long hair, washing just the bits that touch your scalp is generally enough. The rest of your hair gets cleaned with just the run off from your scalp.
  • If you put a tampon in and it’s uncomfortable/you can feel it, you didn’t do it quite right. A properly placed tampon is virtually unnoticeable by the wearer.
  • Apply deodorant/antiperspirant a couple hours in advanced of when you need it. This gives the product the chance to block your sweat glands. Using deodorant just before going somewhere where you’ll sweat (this means walking outside for people in high humidity places) results in your sweat washing the deodorant off and starkly limiting its usefulness.
  • After running the dryer, use the dryer sheet from that load to brush out the lint catch - it gets everything off in a fraction of the time it’ll take you to get it clean with your bare hands. Paper towels also work well.
  • Wash your face everyday, or as often as possible. Forget which brand of cleanser is best. Just washing your face everyday will guarantee you clearer skin. And do you best not to pop pimples, as tempting as the urge may be.
  • Fold laundry asap after taking it from the dryer to avoid wrinkles. This may seem obvious for dress shirts and silly for things like t-shirts, but you’ll notice the difference even then once your shirts stop looking like unfolded paper balls.

all facts you see here have been seen or said in his videos. they all come from many different videos, so please don’t ask me for the source, because i won’t remember.  Also, some of these may be incorrect, dont kill me. i might update this post once in a while when i learn new things, but ah.


  • Is only just below 5′10, making him shorter by Mark (5′9 and a half maybe?)
  • Despite being Irish, he hates getting drunk, but will drink cans or cups of beer sometimes during videos, usually the long one hour ones.
  • A while back, around the time when Jack was with his korean girlfriend, he wanted to move to Korea and be an English teacher for children.
  • He can still speak Korean.
  • Jack has a scar above his left eye where the football hit him (aka the septic eye), you can see it in his eyebrow.
  • Has a degree in hotel management, but studied sound design as well.
  • Around the age of 16-17, he went through the punk phase, meaning he got his ears pierced, listened to punk music, wore black, went to mosh pits, and even had his own band for a while.
  • Jack actually meant to get gauges a size smaller than 8mm, but the people at the piercing place told him no one was in that specialised in those piercing sizes and asked him if he wanted to a size higher (8mm) so he said “fuck it” and got them. The reason he still has the holes is because if you go 8mm and over, the holes won’t reseal.
  • Since Jack had to learn hotel management, he had to learn how to clean hotel rooms, in the correct order. (theres an order of what you have to clean first, apparently.)
  • Lost his virginity at the age of 16.
  • Has VERY dirty humor, but when getting on to the topic of sex in video games he gets very embarrassed.
  • Hasn’t smoked weed.
  • Jack was actually meant to get on Mark’s roof to do that “TOP OF THE MORNING TO YA LADDIES” in that one RYC of Mark’s, but Mark forgot about it so it never happened.
  • Played Bugsy Malone when he was younger. (just imagine bby jack trying to imitate a new yorker accent…)
  • Likes Simon Stalenhag’s artwork. (i agree, it’s really, really aesthetically pleasing.)
  • Doesn’t draw, but he owns a small drawing tablet from his Drawing Your Tweets series.
  • Despite having a fear of heights, as a child, Jack would climb up trees for HOURS, as in, he would climb up trees and then climb back down and repeat the whole process.
  • Does not like the idea of blood being taken out of his body, it creeps him out.
  • Might be allergic to cats. He says this because every time he touches a cat he starts sneezing a lot.
  • Is the youngest of five.
  • Seems to really like robots, he has said he really likes The Iron Giant or Wall-E, and gets really happy when he plays video games based on robots.
  • Really likes voice acting.
  • Had rlly chubby cheeks as a baby
  • If you look closely you can see that Jack’s mustache has a red tinge unlike his beard. 
  • Use to work out A LOT but stopped not long before he started youtube, little leprachaun had GAINS
  • Wishes he could be good at acting.
  • When Jack dressed up all nice n fancy for the SXSW gaming awards, he mentioned he actually has another suit he would have used, but went with the blue one instead. The other one was grey.
  • Buys a lot of childrens toys because he generally likes them and wants to own them. Usually most of the time he’ll see a toy in a window and be like “I want that.”
  • In 2014, Jack actually had a roommate named Killian, Killian was in a few videos, including this , this , and this. Killian eventually moved out.
  • Jack was given an opportunity to be apart of Youtube Rewind of 2015, but turned it down since he had things to do and didn’t have time to fly out to America.
  • Would like his own dog to have in the apartment.
  • Jack actually doesn’t have much of an Irish accent, it’s actually very, very subtle compared to other Irish accents. Like Ross, for example.
  • Jack is actually able to get his voice incredibly deep considering his natural voice, a lot of professional voice actors aren’t able to achieve that.
  • Wishes he can start working out again so he starts getting healthy again.
  • Jack is actually, believe it or not, not a whale biologist. I’m only putting this here because i fuckING THOUGHT HE WAS FOR A WHOLE YEAR.
  • Takes his coffee black with two sugars.
  • Jack’s actual reason why he doesn’t sleep other than thats it’s only for the weak, is that he really doesn’t see the point, he thinks that the time for sleeping could be used for better things. I also remember him mentioning once that since he’s in the same timezone as felix, some times he would skype felix and just talk to him. Idk whether he still does that. 
  • Has a silver tooth, whether it’s a filling or he was born w/ it, it’s there.
  • Had very dark pink hair around the same time when he started his punk phase, theres no photos of it unfortunately.
  • Jack doesn’t have his drivers license, he regrets not getting it when he had the chance because the rules in Ireland have become a lot more harder.
  • Since Jack doesn’t wear gauges anymore, instead he puts shit like clothes hangers, keychains, hand sanitizer clips, and even MORE stuff in the holes. 
  • Doesn’t have proper functional sweat glands. I always wondered why he didn’t seem so sweaty in vive videos or on panels. Instead he gets a rash.
  • In a video, Ian (Idubbz) asked Jack for some pubes.. and well, Jack did.
  • Was a fan of k-pop once, but that was a while back.
  • Hasn’t gotten sick in years.
  • HATED studying in music theory when he was in college
  • When he used to live in the cabin, by his house, there lived a little shetland pony that was in a video once.
  • Favorite birthday was his 7th, he even knew the presents he got were hand-me downs but recalls it to still be the best time.
  • Sometimes, Jack gets these awkward moments where if he walks through a doorway and it feels odd he’ll have to step through it again for it to be equal, same with when he balls one fist he has to ball the other.
  • Used to cut his own hair.
  • There is a vine of him which he filmed in college.
  • Here is a video of Jack voice-acting a detective saying a ton of puns for one of Robin’s animations
  • Has an awful gag reflex. Once stuck his thumb in his mouth and gagged.
Anatomy & Physiology Overview - The Ear

Outer ear 

  • Pinna (auricle) - visible part of the ear outside of the head.  
  • External auditory canal 
  • Ceruminous glands - specialized sudoriferous glands (sweat glands) located subcutaneously in the external auditory canal. They produce cerumen (earwax) by mixing their secretion with sebum and dead epidermal cells.

 Middle ear: air filled 

  • Tympanic membrane -  vibrates in response to sound waves 
  • Malleus, incus and stapes - 3 small bones that transmit vibrations to each other

Inner ear: fluid filled 

  • Mechanoreceptor for hearing and balance 
  • Vesibular apparatus - balance
  • Semicircular canals 
  • Cochlea
  •  • Organ of Cor -  sensory epithelial cell


  • Perilymph = similar in compositon to plasma – Na+ 
  • Endolymph = high in K+ 
  • Organ of Cor: contains hair cells – move due to pressure waves 
  • 50-100 stereocilia on each cell 
  • Longest embedded in tectorial membrane 

In the cochlea that the vibrations transmitted from the eardrum through the tiny bones are converted into electrical impulses sent along the auditory nerve to the brain. 

  • The cochlea is a tapered tube which circles around itself 
  • The basilar membrane divides the tube lengthwise into two fluid-filled canals joined at the tapered end. 
  • ossicles transmit vibration to the cochlea where they attach at the oval window
  • resultant waves travel down the basilar membrane where they are “sensed” by  16-20,000 hair cells (cilia) attached to it which poke up from a third canal called the organ of Corti
  • Organ of Corti transforms the stimulated hair cells into nerve impulses 
  • Waveforms travelling down the basilar membrane peak in amplitude at differing spots along the way according to their frequency 
  • Higher frequencies peak out at a shorter distance down the tube than lower frequencies
  • The hair cells at that peak point give a sense of that particular frequency
  • The distance between pitches follows the same logarithmic distance as our perception of pitch i.e. the placement of octaves are equidistant.

paleesky  asked:

EYYYYY *FINGER GUNS* 😂😂😂 SOOO A PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU! One day, pidge asks Keith," Daddy Keith! How does daddy Shiro smell so nice all the time?" THIS in turn causes Keith to be curious too and fluff happens. 😂😂💞💞💞 loove youuu!


[The Voltron Family] The family was done with dinner and it was Pidge and Lance’s turn to wash the dishes. Keith was still in the table, trying to answer emails via phone. Shiro passed by Pidge by the sink—who just placed the plates Lance handed to her—and ruffled her hair.

Pidge: *annoyed* Daddy Shiro! Ugh. This is why I’m not getting any taller!
Shiro: *laughs* Hey! Don’t blame me on that! It’s not my fault you stay up too late. When you were younger, I made sure you slept at 8pm. Now that you’re 16, you’re staying up til what? 11pm? *fake gasp* Why, my child?
Pidge: Nonya. *grumbles*
Shiro: What?
Pidge: Nonya business. *sticks tongue out*
Shiro: Did you just quote Moana?
Lance: *sings* Moana~ Make way~ Make way~ *gathers the glasses*
Shiro: *turns back to Pidge* Goodnight, sweetheart. *leans in for a kiss*
Pidge: *disgruntled* *turns head away* *not giving in* *turns the faucet*
Shiro: *pouts* Oh, cmon. Keith, Pidge won’t give me a goodnight kiss!
Keith: *not looking up from his phone* Pidge, give your Daddy Shiro a goodnight kiss. 
Pidge: *grumbles* *turns* *gives Shiro a peck* Goodnight.
Shiro: *beams* Goodnight, sweetheart.

Shiro turned around to give Lance and Keith a goodnight kiss too. He left the kitchen and gave Hunk one as well who was in the living room. As soon as Shiro headed upstairs to the bedroom, Pidge spoke up.

Pidge: Daddy Keith, how come Daddy Shiro smells so nice all the time?
Keith: *looks up* *raises an eyebrow* You’d rather have him smelling bad?
Pidge: No! I mean like, he smells nice all the damn time.
Lance: *joins Pidge with the washing* I agree. Ever since we were kids, I noticed, since I like to hug him most of the time. He has this specific smell that’s so…. Daddy Shiro. It’s nice. 
Pidge: *nods* It’s nice, yeah. Like, he bathes in perfume or something.
Lance: Or he sweats perfume. *finger guns Pidge*
Pidge: Yeah. Not quite possible but yeah, seems like he sweats perfume. *eyes widens* I mean, DOES HE ACTUALLY SWEATS PERFUME?
Hunk: *joins them* I have a theory. What if he injects himself, so his sweat glands excrete such fragrant substance instead of the usual sweat?
Lance: Well, Daddy Shiro IS a doctor. 
Pidge: What does he actually even do inside his clinic? *twitches eyes*

Now that got Keith curious. As soon as he went up to the master bedroom, he looked for Shiro who just got out of the bathroom (with just a towel to cover his lower parts) and was looking for a pair of pyjamas. Keith eyed him suspiciously.

Keith: *wraps his hands around Shiro’s waist* Takashi. *rests his chin on top of Shiro’s shoulder* *sneakily tries to smell him*
Shiro: *turns his head* Oh, Keith. Did you want to take a bath together?
Keith: *shakes head* No, no, it’s fine. *closes his eyes and clicks his tongue* Dammit. The kids were right. 
Shiro: Uh?? About what?
Keith: They have this ridiculous theory that you sweat perfume.
Shiro: *in disbelief* What? *laughs* Oh my god? What?
Keith: *lets go of Shiro* I might actually have to agree on that. You smell really good. All the time. I mean, I know you just took a bath but you smell exactly the same even in the morning, at noon and even when you get home from work. Like, you really really smell good all the time. What are you using? I don’t see you spraying perfume in the morning on a Saturday?! We stayed home the whole day. So you have no excuse. Are you secretly not human? Are you what? An alien? Did I marry an alien all this time?! No human is allowed to look and smell that good 25/8, Takashi.
Shiro: *laughs and pulls Keith into a hug* You and the kids are being silly.
Keith: I want proof that you’re not an alien. *eyes Shiro suspiciously*
Shiro: *gives Keith a peck* I think you’re forgetting one huge factor here, baby.
Keith: What? 
Shiro: You smell really good, too. And we’re always together, so… *nuzzles Keith’s neck with his nose*
Keith: *laughs* Shiro, stop that! I haven’t even taken a bath yet. 
Shiro: *smiles* See, that’s the thing. You smell so fresh all the time. Are you using that perfume I gave you earlier this year?
Keith: Yeah I am. Really good too— *stops and slaps Shiro playfully* Stop changing the subject! Oh my god.
Shiro: *laughs even harder* I think it’s my body wash actually that your Mom gives me every year.
Keith: *jaw drops* My own mother gives you body wash every year?
Shiro: Yeah, every birthday. I told her I liked it the first time and she’s been my supplier ever since. Also, I think the lotion I use too. And maybe that facial cream and of course, my perfume—
Keith: Oh my god. How many stuff do you even put on your body?
Shiro: Hey! As much as I’d like to say I wake up looking and smelling like this, I don’t exactly look like a Roman god without putting effort. *winks*
Keith: *in disbelief* The kids thought you were injecting perfume!
Shiro: Pffftt! That’s so ridiculous. *blinks* But actually not a bad idea. Huh.
Keith: *slaps* Don’t you dare, Takashi Shirogane.
Shiro: *smirks* Oh? Do I get a prize if I don’t? *pulls Keith in*
Keith: Hmmm, I dunno. What would you like, Takashi? *raises an eyebrow*
Shiro: What would I… like? *leans in*
Pidge: Daddy Keith! *enters the room* Did you find out about Daddy Shiro?
Shiro: Every. Damn. Time. *grits his teeth*
Keith: *laughs* This is actually all your fault to be honest. 

holy fucking shit

Sorry in advance for the TMI but I may have found the holy grail to my acne issues and I want to share for anyone struggling.
as far back as I can remember, I have struggled horribly with nodule cystic acne, not just on my face but my neck, chest and back. Sometimes so bad that I can’t even lay on my back or wear bras because it would hurt too much. I have been in and out of dermatologists since I was 13 and I was unwilling to try accutane, which is a drug that closes your sweat glands to minimize acne, though it can have severe health defects. 

I’ve always hoped I’d grow out of it and when I didn’t (I am 25) the lab experiments continued; every kind of chemical claiming to fix it, every kind of natural remedy to cure it, tanning, in and out of doctor offices testing my hormones, showering 3 times a day because I am an athlete..NOTHING WORKED. 

Well recently my back has been flaring up again and it’s been painfully embarrassing, so willing again to play chemist, I put my knowledge to use and made a concoction, put it in a spray bottle (to easily access my entire back) and OMG! it’s been 2 days and my skin doesn’t hurt to the touch and almost all the inflammation is down already. 

1 part witch hazel; a well known acne fixer
2 part Apple Cider Vineager; known to kill bacteria, dissolve dead skin cells, and balance ph levels
1 part bactine; acne of any type is a wound, treat it as such! Bactine is an antiseptic with lidocaine aka a PAIN RELIEVER so sooth your painful cysts

throw that all together in a little spray bottle and spray on 1-3 times a day and watch the magic

I'm not a good person
Pat The Bunny
I'm not a good person

I’m not a good person.

Ask anyone who knows me.

I’m mean and bitter and a failure at everything that I say I believe.

I’m not a good person.

Ask anyone who loves me.

I never write, I never call, I never think about anyone at all.

I’m not a good person, no matter what I do.

My exhaustion will consume me and I’m too tired for the truth.

I’m not a good person.

I’m sure you’re not surprised.

It must be pouring out my sweat glands, it must be someplace in my eyes.

I don’t know why I am this way.

It’s been like this since I can remember.

I try to keep up with everything I know I should do, but then I fall to pieces anyway.

I don’t know why I am the way.

I’m not a good person, not even to you.

I’m staying home because I can’t stand the sound of another heartbeat in the room.

I’m not a good person.

Fuck it, you know it’s true

I’m lazy, I’m a coward, I’m asleep all day in my room.

I don’t know why I am this way.

It’s been like this since I can remember.

I try to keep up with everything I know I should do, but then I fall to pieces anyway.

I don’t know why I am this way.


I haven’t posted any selfies in about 10 years so here have an outfit from the other month that I liked (don’t reblog pls!!). But yeah, life is too short to not match your sunglasses to your dress

(in which it’s been a pretty good week and I’m sort of on top of things, so prayer circle I actually get some Chisolm’s 7 writing done this weekend because oh my lord I’ve been unproductive after work lately haha)

390 silly words to fill the Blue Team “Worst ___ Ever” square for @rvbficwars.

The sunlight glittered off the bright blue water. In the distance, Caboose and Carolina were swimming together; Wash could see their black and red hair bobbing up among the waves.

At least somebody was having fun, he thought, shifting uncomfortably. The trees at the edge of the beach were keeping the sun off him now, but it was far too late. Even in the shade, his back and cheekbones felt like they were burning.

“Heh, heh, heh. Looks like our friend Agent Washington is finally realizing the superiority of the color red.”

Wash barely held back a groan. Of all the fucking days to forget about sunscreen.

Sarge stood two inches outside of the shade, grinning and healthily tanned. Tucker was right beside him, also grinning, and Wash indulged himself with a brief fantasy of what Tucker’s next training session would be like. This was all his fault; he was the one who had whined until Wash said that yes, fine, they could spend a day at the beach.

“Y'know, we used to have bets about whether you never took off that armor because you were horribly disfigured or secretly a chick,” said Tucker. “Turns out you’re just super white.”

“You mean red!”

Wash resigned himself to participating in this conversation. “It’s just a sunburn, Sarge.”

“Simmons used to have the same problem, but then I replaced his sweat glands with sunscreen dispensers. Keeps him nice and fresh. Want me to try it on you?”

“No, Sarge.” Wash’s voice was flat and cold. Like two-dimensional frozen nitrogen. “I do not want you to replace my sweat glands.”

Tucker bounced on his feet. “Hey, look on the bright side, Wash. Now nobody can tell when you’re blushing.”

When Wash was broken and lost and angry, stripped down to nothing but spit and nightmares and the thought I won’t go back to prison, these men had saved him. They had risked the wrath of the UNSC to give him a second chance.

So he was absolutely not to going to strangle them to death with his bare hands.

That was when Donut arrived, a pink squeeze-bottle in hand. “Private Donut, reporting for aloe vera duty! Okay, Wash. Where do you want me to rub you first?”

Wash hid his face in his hands.

Worst beach trip ever. Of all time.

doomofoldvalyria  asked:

So quickish question. For my A&P class, we have to design a new organ system for the human body. Are there organ systems that some animals have that we don't? I was thinking venom sacs in humans (but that's an extension of digestive system) or gills (extension of respiratory... do you see my problem here??).

Are you asking for a new system or a new organ, because there are lots of organs in the animal kingdom that we humans just don’t have.

A entirely new system is extremely difficult to think of, because evolution does a reasonably good job at producing creatures that live, and all their basic systems are universal. Everything respires, everything eats, everything filters waste, etc. These are pretty basic properties of life.

Systems are made up of organs, but just because we don’t have a venom gland doesn’t mean that it necessarily doesn’t count as ‘new’ just because we already have an intestine. Almost everything is basically a modified something-else. Mammary glands are modified sweat glands, for example.

A few organs in the animal kingdom that are very different to those we possess include, but are by no means limited to:

  • Labyrinth organ (fish)
  • Lateral line (fish)
  • tentacles
  • tail
  • vomeronasal organ
  • Rumen

And so on. While we share many similarities across the evolutionary tree, there are lots of variations on anatomy that we just don’t have. Remember than an organ is just a bunch or organized tissue that performs a purpose, you have lots of options.

Oh, and sorry if this ask is answered too late, but I really shouldn’t be doing your homework for you. :)

A New Way to Face Temptation

What do you do when you don’t want to follow Jesus? Do you know what I’m talking about? I mean those situations when you are faced with a decision and you know without any doubt that the thing you want to do is the very thing Jesus is calling you not to do. If you’re anything like me, this is where your relationship with God suddenly and abruptly vanishes as if it never existed. When I’m faced with a moment where I can either follow God’s clear leading or not, and I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I really want to do the wrong thing, I have this incredible ability to simply shut God out of that moment. I don’t want to talk to Him or deal with Him and in fact, it just seems that this whole situation would be so much better if He wasn’t a part of the equation. In a way, I treat God like a little kid who’s not yet mature enough to watch certain type of movie or listen to a certain song - as if this decision I need to make is the kind of adult content God’s not quite ready for. So, I pat God on the head and send Him to His room so I can more freely do whatever it is I want to do since He wouldn’t really understand, anyway.

Do you ever do that? Do you ever decide to spiritually check out, as if you’re not really a believer for the little piece of time it takes to make this decision? It feels like turning down the volume on the radio in your spirit or pretending to lose cell service and dropping a call you don’t want to make. The plain truth of the situation is that we sometimes want the wrong thing and the reason we kick God out of those conversations and decisions is that we not only want to do what we want to do, but we honestly don’t think God would understand that in any way, so we shut Him out. We don’t know what else to do besides push Him away. It feels like the right decision in that moment, right? We both agree that this thing I want is wrong, so why talk about it? You’re not going to understand me and I don’t want to do your thing, so let’s just not even try. It honestly feels like the only way to handle temptation, but what if there is another way? What if there’s a right way to want the wrong thing and what if we can learn it from Jesus Himself?

Jesus sometimes wanted the wrong thing. That sentence feels off doesn’t it? How could Jesus want the wrong thing? Jesus was perfect, right? Yep. He totally was. He never did said or even thought anything wrong, but the Bible tells us plainly that He was tempted in every way we are. Every way. He knows how it feels to want the wrong thing. Isn’t that amazing? He never sinned, but He knows how strong the pull of temptation can be. Luke tells us plainly that on the night He was betrayed Jesus was tempted to call off His suffering. He was face to face with the will of God - the plan that had been promised since the garden of Eden and He wanted something else. Not only that, Jesus faced a real choice. He had the power to stop what was about to happen to Him. He could have said no. He could have called an army of angels and avoided the betrayal, the arrest, the mocking, torture and death. It was tempting. So tempting, in fact that Jesus was under a strain and stress so intense that the capillaries around His sweat glands burst and He was literally sweating blood. How does a person face temptation like that? What did He do?

Jesus took all that emotion straight to God. He was honest about it. He told the Father everything He was feeling and He didn’t edit anything for content. He knew God was big enough to handle the truth. What’s more, He knew God loved Him and understood Him. He laid it all out there and the coolest thing happened. Angels showed up anyway. Angels came, not to stop the crucifixion, but to give Jesus courage and help. Wow. What if you faced temptation in that way? What if you didn’t ignore God, but instead invited Him into the process? What if you kept the line of communication open and told God everything you were feeling? You’d find He loves you and understands you. You might even find supernatural help shows up just when you need it.


Rain Forest Eeveelutions (Open Species, please link back to this post somewhere and give credit. I’d love to see what people do with them!)

A population of the Eevee line that developed and evolved in heavy rain forest areas. They’re smaller in size and harder to tame in captivity, making them unsuitable companion Pokemon for inexperienced trainers. Hunted for their fur, they were once considered a Vulnerable Species but are now listed as Least Concern. (Heavily based on Ocelots and various animals)


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mensesbloodbath  asked:

Gam/John. John is having a Very Low Day™ and can't get out of bed, Gamzee comforts him. Bonus points if you can manage it without a single spoken word between them :3

It’s another bad day. Another day when, the moment your feet touch the floor, your body is going to feel too heavy. Too constricting. Too closed and solid and stiff. Your friends worry about you when you spend whole days as the wind, but your body will feel heavier than even the guilt of making them worry about you.

You postpone it, you can do that. The bed is supporting your fleshy, unwelcome weight. You’ve got blood squelching around in your body, stomach acid, tears, the thing inside your nose that makes snot, sweat glands and piss and you think there’s probably fluid of some sort in your liver. All of it squelching. All of it heavy. You want to turn it into humidity, all of it, the only liquid you want is the gaseous kind. You want to turn your skin into dust and your hair into wisps blowing along with your body, your self. You don’t want to be here, grounded, trapped by gravity and responsibility alike.

Gamzee knocks on your door. You don’t answer. The wind knows no words, and you, failingly, shamefully, are more wind than you are boy.

Gamzee comes to you and slides into bed with you. He doesn’t know what kind of bad day it is, you’re not sure if he’s even aware of the distinction between the bads and the days, but it’s always accompanied with feeling heavy, heavy, too heavy. His weight, however, is not so. It’s good. It’s warm. It grounds you safely, an anchor you don’t mind attaching yourself to. You don’t want to fly away when you’ve got a body to hold onto. You don’t want to disperse when that would mean leaving Gamzee behind.

You stay in your flesh, with your squelching body fluids and your dense bones and your heavy skin, but it’s not so bad when you’ve got Gamzee to listen to, breathing steady, in and out.

vicious-sunshine  asked:

More and azriel apartment buddies, always thought each other were cure and they discover each other on the fire escape one night and now they smoke like a couple of cuties out there

A/N: SO.  This took long because I got way too invested and decided to make it one of those tropey 4+1 things?  But I’m pretty happy with how it came out so hopefully you like it @vicious-sunshine :)

4 times Mor and Azriel are neighbors with convenient excuses, and one time they aren’t

(Idk if that will make sense to anyone else but I’ve never done a 4+1 thing before so….)



Mor slumps into the blessedly cool lobby of her apartment building, sweating more than any person should be allowed to and strides toward the rows of mailboxes hung along the far wall. 

Swiping at her heat flushed forehead, she filters through the junk mail and a few alumni letters for someone named Azriel - one of these days she was going to lay in wait for that postman and enlighten him on a little thing called addresses and the names that correspond to them.

Moving to slap the envelopes on top of the mailboxes as usual, Mor pauses, eyeing the address - next door - and sighs.  If her mail were constantly getting mixed up she’d hate to have to go to the front desk every time. 

The elevator arrives soon enough and Mor rides up to her cozy sixth floor apartment, stopping one door short of her own and bending to stick her neighbor’s mail beneath the door. 

Nearly toppling over as the wooden door is pulled open rather quickly, Mor stumbles but remains on her feet, glancing up to find a chiseled and emotionless face gazing at her, completely unreadable aside from the slight twitch at his jaw.

“Don’t laugh at a do-gooder neighbor.”

The corner of his lips tick up at that, “I don’t jump to conclusions.  For all I know you stole my mail and had second thoughts.”

Mor pushes up from her crouch with agility, straightening her loose fitting tank as she smirked, “Right.  Because that’s the most plausible explanation.”

Both pause, too busy drinking in the other to notice the twin hungry looks that flash through each other’s eyes.

Recovering herself first, Mor fiddles with the envelopes in her hand before extending them across the gap between them, “Well- I guess I’ll just be off then.”

For a second, her breath caught when his shoulders seemed to slump in disappointment, but it was gone before she could be sure, and he accepted the letters, firm expression back in place.

Waving a quick farewell, Mor turned toward her own door, when Azriel spoke softly, “I don’t know your name, and I assume you know mine.”

She smiled, “Seems unfair, eh?”

He nodded, eyes crinkling.

Mor bit her lip for a moment, unlocking her door expertly, before looking back at him, “Too bad life’s unfair, Az.”

And with a wink she disappeared behind the door, and Azriel fell against the hallway wall with a thud, finally allowing the smile he’d been fighting to spread across his face.  Well I’m screwed.

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parts of grif that are canon organ donations from simmons: 

- “all the internal organs” 

- “some of the more disgusting external ones”

- the shoulder/the flank/spare rib/porterhouse/brisket/hocks/the gristle

- “the ass” “the naucy bits” “Prairie Oysters” 

- “Simmons’ stupid sweat glands” (implying All of his skin)

Hybrid Part 3 | {Pack Imagine}

Hybrid Part 3 | Pack x Reader

Warnings:Pain, Fighting, Fluff, Needle, Description of being stabbed by a needle.


& this is kinda gonna be a Liam Dunbar imagine but I haven’t really decided yet.

Song Suggestion:

‘Dum Dee Dum’ JiKay Remix By Keys N Krates.


Your outfit:

“Y/N! Focus!” Scott yells at you.

Its been about 2 hours of you and Liam going at each other and you just can’t keep up.

Your body ached and your muscles were sore but you didn’t give up, you never do.

You and Liam were standing a couple feet away from each other, both sweaty and tired.

“Come on, you can do this.” Scott said and you turned your focus to him and nodded.

You turned back to Liam  and gave him a glare as he returns you one not less ambitious as yours.

Your run towards him but he tackles you by your shoulders pinning you down on the ground as your head and back hit the mats with a thump.

“Ugh” You groaned.

You try to get up but Liams weight and strength overcome you.

You wiggle under him and try to free yourself from his grip without success.

You are both out of breath and he is still over you, your faces only inches from each other.

You can see all the little details so clearly,

His sweaty hair line,

The clear glands of sweat along his cheek bones and forehead,

His crystal blue eyes,

His pink pouty lips that tried their best to catch his breath.

“Come on” Liam said with a smirk plastered on his pouty lips.

“I’m trying.” You said still wiggling under him.

“Try harder!” He said starting to raise his voice.

You bring up your knee and kick his stomach causing him to loosen his grip allowing you to flip him on his back pinning his wrists on the sides of his head and you straddling him.

“Nice move Y/N, Now both of you go grab a drink and come back in 5” Scott yells from the corner of the loft.

You get off of Liam and he sits up.

“Need a hand?” You offer sarcastically as you offered your hand towards him.

“Sure.” He said grabbing your hand pulling you down as you fall next to him on the mat as he gets up leaving you on the floor.

“What was that for?” You shouted at him as he started walking over to his bag.

“Fun.” He turns to face you giving you a wink and continuing to walk away.

You roll our eyes in response and get up.


You walked home from the loft, luckily you live quite close.

You walk through a main street but since it was already quite late the street was abandoned.

As you were walking you feel as if you were being followed, you turn your back to find nothing, just you.

You continue walking but that feeling never leaves you.

Suddenly you hear these mechanical crackling noises,

You turn to find three dark figures making their way towards you.

You try to see who they were but quickly realised it, everything.

The Dread Doctors.

You start running as fast as you could, your lungs were burning and you couldn’t feel your legs but you didn’t care.

As you sprinted they appeared in front of you out of no where.

“No, No please No.” You said trying to get away from them but one of them quickly grabs your wrist causing you to wince from the tight grip.

“Let me go!” You screamed.

They pushed you on your knees and held both your shoulders.

You suddenly feel and excruciating pain in your neck,

You feel something entering your blood stream,

A sharp needle jammed in your neck,

You black out.


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shacky87  asked:

In your sci-fi universe with the centaurs and space ferrets (forget the name), did the humans every try to give people the cromataphor thingies that cattle fish and octopi have? That'd be cool, if they didn't, why not?

Yes you could do this for genetically modified humans, it wouldn’t even change the skin texture or anything weird. The hardest part of giving chromatophore cells to humans would be on the engineering side of things. Hard to isolate the genes and apply them in the desired way, without fucking up other stuff in the dermal layers (like pores, hair follicles, sweat glands). Also would be difficult to wire them for a vertebrate nervous system, so a lot of GMHs with this feature would probably not have conscious control over their skin color and pattern