#src: bones

[intothesportsaniverse]

Arisa: *looking sad at lunch* Kuroo: Everything okay there, Arisa? I know when something is wrong with you, and something's wrong, right? What can I do to help? Arisa: Ema and I had a fight. Kuroo: Nothing I can do to help. Arisa: You wanna hear about it? Kuroo: No. Kenma: Why not? Kuroo: Why? Because her and Ema are best friends, and Arisa is gonna want me to take her side and agree that Ema was wrong. And then, you know, the two of them are gonna make up and then they're gonna be mad at me. So no thank you.

[markscherz]

Hot damn. Great question, I'd love to tell you.

High Fantasy

Look, this rainfrog is called Breviceps bagginsi, so I don't have a lot of choice, now do I?

[src]

Also, I would go with them to the end. Into the very fires of Mordor.

Low Fantasy

Phyllomedusine hylids have a certain weird clown marionette vibe to them. Just look at these Pithecopus rohdei.

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Lovecraftian

The male Rhinoderma darwinii raises his tadpoles in his vocal sac.

Sci-Fi

Gephyromantis pseudoasper sometimes wear handsome stripes—very Space Age™

But more importantly, their calls evoke a battle with laser-blasters.

I filmed this calling male in 2017 at an obscene hour of the morning.

Horror

Trichobatrachus robustus, aka the Hairy Frog, has flanks and thighs covered in weird, hair-like outgrowths that increase oxygen exchange over its skin, and BREAKS ITS FINGERS TO STAB YOU WITH CLAWS MADE OF BONE

[src]

Romance

Breviceps males physically glue themselves to the back-ends of females, and if that's not romance, I don't know what is.

[src]

Comedy

Nyctimantis arapapa are probably amongst the funniest-looking frogs out there.

[src]

Adult

The 'poly' in Polypedates may be a double entendre

[src]

Crime and Mystery

Calyptocephalella gayi is a Galaxy Brain frog.

[src]

Speculative

Myobatrachus gouldii is basically what would happen if you decided to try to build a turtle, but you only had frog pieces in the kit.

[src]

[ghuleh-recs]

31 DAYS OF GHOST // DAY 25 // Appreciation post: Papa II

BONE 👏 ZADDY 👏

...I rest my case.

[src]

[inbabylontheywept]

fyi regarding your snake story as a treat, if you have a sous vide machine, an instant pot, or even perhaps a yogurt maker, you can pasteurize raw eggs yourself in 50 to 57.5 minutes at a water temperature of 58°C (136.4°F). alternatively, you can get already pasteurized eggs (src seriouseats (.) com/how-to-pasteurize-eggs-8675279) !

i want you to imagine me as this slavering yolk soaked cave creature, skin half translucent, hair wild, eyes too big and too wide to be used for seeing, teeth too sharp to be stored in something as soft as a mouth. and it's looking at you like it is considering what would pour out of you if it picked you up and rapped you gently on the side of a bowl. perhaps more eggs. it likes eggs. and you are explaining to this beast all the ways that it could safely eat and consume eggs. you are telling it how it could use a souse video, or a pressure cooker, and you are using words like pasteurize, and the thing says pasteurize back to you, and it says it so clearly that you think it must definitely understand you, but you miss the key part, which is that it said it in your voice. it's such an easy thing to miss because your voice sounds so different when it doesn't echo all the length of your jawbone, around in all that bone. such an easy thing to miss.

that cave thing is me. all this typing, all these words, these are just my trick to get people to step closer to me, so that i can crack them open and drink their yolk. the mormons came once, and they got halfway through teaching me how to pray before i slurped them down. but if it had worked, if i had been taught how to talk with god, i'd have prayed in the dark, in my hole, until He came down to see what all the ruckus was. and then i'd have licked the marrow from His bones.

(also i just poach eggs now, it's fine, it's easy, it feels very classy.)

[archangel-grace]

hey can we get a gothic manor themed short-med length bio for sp please? anything relating to graveyards, old statues, keys, bones, candles, etc. thanks a lot!

I hope this to your liking :3

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[rideswhales]

" ｙｏｕ　ｃａｎ　ａｓｋ　ｍｅ　ａｎｙｔｈｉｎｇ　ｙｏｕ　ｗａｎｔ．" src. with, @azmenka, maron greyjoy.

drey  winced  and  bunched  her  fist  against  her  thigh,  the  sensation  of  the  needle  piercing  and  sewing  her  skin  together  making  her  almost  nauseous.  she  washed  her  blood  from  her  hands,  and  then reached for, and inspected,  the  gash  through  her  leather  shoulder  strap.  it  was  left  by  her  late  stepmother.   it  had  only  been  a  few  hours  since  lady  drey  had  executed  her  stepmother,  and  revealed  her  connection  with  the  spotted  whales, a skinchanger, skinwalker, a beastling.  word  had  spread  almost  as  fast  as  the  ironborn  had  fled  euron  crow-eye; lady drey fed her stepmother to a whale, alive.

"A HIDDEN BLADE AND A FUCKING CHICKEN BONE," she  scoffed,  tossing  the  vest  to  the  floor  of  her  cabin  with  an  exasperated  sigh.  "he  killed  my  bosun  with  a  goddamned  chicken  bone.  young  denrick  always  been  a  little  shit,  just  like  his  mother.  mad  through  and  through,  and  thick  as  thieves, i swear he tried to drown me once, she probably told him to do it."  up on  the  deck  the  last  of  his  blood  was  being  washed  away,  and  below  them,  somewhere  in  the  depths,  lady  amara  was  serving  as  food  for  Her and the rest of the spotted whale pod. while  lord  maron  finished  stitching  the  uneven  gash  on  her  shoulder and dreyna grunted in small stabbing sensations of pain.  as maron stood and snapped the thread off, she swore under her breath before nodding thanks and asking  him, "so, the question is, what should i do with my half-sister and half-brother?" harrey  was  unconcious,  having  collapsed  at  the  news,  and  qarla  had  been  in  a  strange  semi-catatonic  state  since  dreyna  duelled,  and  felled,  their  father. "WHAT WOULD YOU DO?"

[theultimatepotcescapade]

The First Brethren Court binds Calypso in her bones.

Calypso

"Calypso. An old legend." "No. The goddess herself, bound in human form...fury or favor, you not be knowing, but when the mood strikes her, and it's her favor she bestows on a lucky sailor, well, you've heard...legendary."―Sao Feng and Hector Barbossa[src]

Calypso was an ancient goddess of the sea and daughter of Atlas. In the days of myth and legend, the beautiful Calypso ruled the seas, and all sailors both loved and feared her, even though the sea goddess also had mortal blood. As a heathen goddess, Calypso was able to take many forms, but she chose the form of a crab, since the crab was attributed by pirates as her symbol.

According to different versions of the same story, Calypso fell in love with a young sailor and mortal pirate named Davy Jones. And she rewarded that love by giving Davy Jones the Flying Dutchman as well as the sacred task of collecting all the poor souls who died at sea, and ferrying them to the worlds beyond. Because of that love, Davy Jones agreed to set foot on land once every ten years, where Jones would be free to come ashore to be with Calypso. But when Davy Jones came ashore after his ten year duty, Calypso was nowhere to be found, for the seas are fickle and unpredictable, as was the powerful goddess who ruled that domain. So Davy Jones plotted with the First Brethren Court, unbeknownst to Calypso, where they would tear the rule of the seas away from the sea goddess and imprison her into human form, the body of a mortal woman.

Over the years, the imprisoned Calypso assumed the alias of a voodoo priestess named Tia Dalma. It wasn't until around the War Against Piracy that she gained an opportunity for freedom. Tia Dalma/Calypso needed all the Pirate Lords in order to assemble the Brethren, so they could release her from her human bonds. The voodoo mystic resurrected Hector Barbossa and tricked him to retrieve Jack Sparrow from Davy Jones' Locker and summon a fourth meeting of the Brethren to release the goddess. But those Pirate Lords grew fearful, for when they convened, they only argued and fought among themselves, afraid of Calypso's anger at their treachery. While the Brethren convened, Jones reunited with Calypso, who intended to be free and punish the Brethren. However, during Barbossa's incantation which undid the spell that bound her to mortal flesh, Calypso learned of Jones' betrayal.

Now free, Calypso's wrath became horrible to behold as the enraged goddess gathered the waters of the ocean around herself in a massive maelstrom, where a battle raged at the center of it. And it was in that very battle that Davy Jones' heart was pierced and he died. With his death, Davy Jones was welcomed back into the dark embrace of the sea; for Calypso in her own way still loved him.

[artparks-sculpture]

A sculpture titled 'Airavata or Risen from the Waters (Abstract statue)' by sculptor Pavel Zhukovsky. In a medium of Cast Plastic, Tinted Bone, Old Silver or Bronze. Tusks are Plexiglas. Podium: Artificial Stone (Gala.

[theonyxpath]

5 years ago today we released Buried Bones: Creating in the Realms of Pugmire! This book contains all you need to create your own adventures, enemies, and more for pugsteady’s Realms of Pugmire first edition! Available in POD and PDF at drivethrurpg.com https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/313598/buried-bones-creating-in-the-realms-of-pugmire?affiliate_id=13&src=OPPTumblr

[verycharismaticdragon]

Seeing a lot of focus on how much of a genetic soup a character is or isn't in the notes, but not on what sorts of weird and fun traits their mixed nature gives them. I'll start:

Luo Binghe’s blood can be used as a GPS tracker, torture device, medical intervention, and sex toy. We also know his dad (*Luo Binghe's voice* I dont HAVE a dad >:0) can make animals out of his, but it's unclear if Luo Binghe had inherited that one (though given his protagonist halo, he could probably do that if he tried).

He has extremely robust healing factor. We saw him repair broken bones in seconds, but it's also mentioned he can regrow lost limbs outright. Him having a scar is an important plot point / character beat - because that means he is actively and intentionally preserving it.

Having sex with him can cure severe poisonings.

He can perfectly balance two systems of cultivation, demonic and spiritual. To translate to not-cfandoms ppl, imagine someone who can seamlessly switch between corruption magic and holy magic at any moment!

[ns/fw text in this point] This one is not canon-confirmed, but we're pretty sure he inherited the world's biggest dick (that part is canon btw) from his mom's side, as shes the hugest BDE-haver in all of SVSSS. The woman acted as a sugar daddy to the demon emperor, it had to manifest with her son somehow. [end of ns/fw text]

And of course I have to mention THE design choice of all time, Luo Binghe's mark of sin... also known as 'charge indicator light' and 'built-in kissies target'. This red mark on his forehead:

(eng.edition, thai edition, and vietnamese edition designs)

(donghua design, as present in the opening scene illustrations and Binghe's nendoroid figure. when oh when will season 2 return from the abyss...)

To explain:

This 'mark of sin' was given to Luo Binghe's fallen god ancestor by Heavens, and functions as a bloodline curse. No matter how many generations it has been, the descendants of heavenly demon bloodline are all branded as beloathed and rejected by Heavens.

Luo Binghe's husband once compares it to a charge indicator light, as when Luo Binghe is injured and unconscious and needs to regain his strength and heal to wake up, the mark pulses with light.

There's at least one instance in canon where it's described to expand to the rest of Binghe's face, and even down his chest and arms. Hot 😳💦

There's a scene where Binghe's not-yet-husband gives his mark a lil kissy ahem uses a totally reasonable method to hide the light of the mark while Binghe is injured and they are hiding from the monsters that react to light.

(as illustrated in eng.edition because @/velinxi fed us SO well)

In fact, when asked his favorite spot to be kissed, the first one Luo Binghe names is 'forehead' (src: ch31, aka 100 questions extra). Baby boy suffered a lot thinking his heritage made him unlovable, okay 🥺

And while technically not canon, in eng. edition wedding art his husband-to-be has A MATCHING MARK PAINTED WAH 😭

(binghe is cryin a lil bit in this one and ngl so did i when i noticed it)

[markscherz]

Could you possibly explain how legless creatures aren’t actually legless? I’m very curious now. (Love your blog either way!)

In the booid snakes, the hindlimbs are retained as sexually dimorphic structures that are particularly developed in males. The spurs bear a keratinous sheath. They are mobile, used in combat among males and during copulation.

[src]

Likewise, leptotyphlopid snakes retain a surprisingly large number of hip bones, and even the femur!

[src]

It is therefore categorically incorrect to state that all snakes are totally limbless.

In fact, given the evidence, I would not be surprised in the most recent common ancestor of modern snakes actually had functional external hindlimbs, which were lost independently in several different lineages that survived until today. Given how diverse modern snake skull anatomy is, this would not come as a great surprise to me.

[recre8ed]

@r3loaded asked → " does it help you to hear that i'm used to it? " ( src. / accepting. )

"Does it help you to be used to it?"

Hakkai settles into place across from Sanzo, plate of spring rolls set gingerly between them like he's worried if he sets it down with too much insistence Sanzo might push it away from him. The rain hammers on outside, audible even over both of their voices. 

Discomfort has already made its way into Hakkai's bones. He used to hear Kanan's voice on the rain, but lately the only thing that remains is the steady feeling of uneasiness and impending doom that has haunted him since Gojyo found him. These days, after all, the voice that comes with the rain usually tends to be Sanzo's—blunt and troubled, but there.

Seeking him out feels natural. So does doing whatever he can to help.

"In any case, you don't have to eat anything. I'm hungry myself, so it's not going to go to waste if you don't," Hakkai explains, in the indirect way he's found works best with Sanzo when he's in this state. As if to demonstrate, he takes one of the spring rolls for himself, taking an easy bite despite the steam that still rises from it.

It tastes as good as he'd expected it to. Before he began travelling with Sanzo, cooking and food had been Hakkai's primary source of comfort during the rain. It had provided a good distraction—had kept him in the present enough to function relatively normally, so as to avoid sparking any kind of suspicion in Gojyo about his behavior.

He's not sure if it worked, but Hakkai also knows he makes for a much more functional picture when compared to Sanzo, so he's reasonably confident he's at least escaped the worry of the other two. It's the least he can do to then spare Sanzo from his undisguised and earnest expression of worry, covering it up with excuses they both know are flimsy.

He'd never brought food into their talks before, after all.

"Goku helped me make these, actually. Since we've had more time to relax, I've been trying to teach him how to cook." Changing the subject, Hakkai quickly finishes his spring roll, smiling softly. "He's taken to it fairly well. Only, he tends to eat half of the ingredients before they make it into the meal, haha."

[imaginarianisms]

src. || @deathdvncer

The older woman was a great comfort to her in all this, but even so, this feeling that Nani called anxiety was creeping up in her belly, in her bones, in her eyes, as more tears began welling up in her big, brown eyes, her nose detecting the scent of warm hot chocolate. She'd probably have it later but now she didn't feel like eating or drinking... well, anything. Sniffles leave her as the little girl listened to the older woman try to console her, only for her to wildly shake her head, lifting up to speak.

❝𝐍𝐨, 𝐧𝐨, 𝐧𝐨, 𝐧𝐨, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨,❞ Lilo interjected, rubbing at her eyes with her sleeve, ❝𝐌𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 '𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 '𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐞 '𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐨𝐨...❞ she hiccups, ❝𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 '𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝.❞

[entremesj]

"Seuls Et Vaincus" Gaël Faye

Vous finirez seuls et vaincus Sourds aux palpitations du monde A ses hoquets, ses hauts ses bas Ses haussements d'épaules veules Au recensement des ossements Qui tapissent le fond des eaux

Vous finirez seuls et vaincus Aveugles aux débris tenaces De ces vies qui têtues s'enlacent De ces amours qui ne se lassent Même lacérées de se hisser À la cime des songeries

Vous finirez seuls et vaincus Grands éructants rudimentaires Insouciants face à nos errances Sur la rude écale de la Terre Indifférents aux pulsations Qui lâchent laisse à l'espérance

Vous finirez seuls et vaincus Car longue longue est la mémoire Des pieds des peaux des au-revoir Et de ces temps itinérants Où devisant et divisant Vous créez un monde en noir et blanc

Vous finirez seuls et vaincus Vos cris vos cors et vos crédos Autorité en toc et broc Ne sauront vous sauver de rien L'éclat de nos vies entêtées Eblouira vos en-dedans

Et vos enfants joyeux et vifs Feront rondes et farandoles Avec nos enfants et leurs chants Et s'aimant sans y prendre garde Vous puniront en vous offrant Des petits-enfants chatoyants

Vous finirez seuls et vaincus Car invincible est notre ardeur Et si ardent notre présent Incandescent notre avenir Grâce à la tendresse qui survit À ce passé simple et composé

While you're holding on to your bones Holding on to what you know We won't make the same mistakes Stakes are high we claim our fates While you're holding on to your bones (seuls) Holding on to what you know We won't make the same mistakes (seuls) Stakes are high we claim our fates (vaincus) While you're holding on to your bones (seuls) Holding on to what you know (vaincus) We won't make the same mistakes (seuls) Stakes are high we claim our fates

Vous finirez seuls et vaincus

Src : https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/gaelfaye/seulsetvaincus.html

[ailelie]

"Marriage" by Ellen Bass

When you finally, after long suffering, lay the length of your body on mine, isn’t it like the strata of earth, the pressure of time on sand, mud, bits of shell, the moving water, wind, ice that carry the minutes, minerals that fuse sediment into rock. How to bear the weight, with every flake of bone pressed in? O love, it is balm and it seals. It binds us tight as the fur of a rabbit to the rabbit. When you strip it, grasping the edge of the sliced skin, pulling the glossy membranes apart, the body is warm and limp. If you could, you’d climb inside that wet, slick skin and carry it on your back. This is not neat and white and lacy like a wedding, not the bright effervescence of champagne spilling over the throat of the bottle. This visceral bloody union that is love but beyond love. Beyond charm and delight the way you to yourself are past charm and delight. This is the shucked meat of love, the alleys and broken glass of love, the dizzy, hoarse cry, the stubborn hunger.

[src]