#don't you mean humerus

[loveemagicpeace]

🏹Jupiter in Gemini🏹

Jupiter will move into gemini after 12 years.

Gemini is intellectual, expressive, questioning, dual, sociable, liberal. Gemini is a mutable sign and is adaptable. Gemini is the sign of communication and words. They always express themselves through words. They symbolize states of consciousness associated with intellectualization. Diseases associated with the sign of the baby are: asthma, bronchitis, inflammation of the chest and lungs. The bones associated with the sign of Gemini are the carpals and metacarpals, the humerus, the humerus, the scapula, the clavicle and the upper ribs.

Throughout history, the twin symbolizes Eros and Anteros. The two stars that exist in this sign are Castor and Pollux. There are supposed to be flames of fire around their heads and when this happens the storm on the sea dies down. The old Kop name for twins is supposed to be "Pri Mahi" - which means completely connected, united. Vows are associated with Gemini and Mercury.

The sign of Gemini is two-bodied and double. The twins do not hold hands, they are separate souls, they move from left to right. The sign of Gemini is difficult because of its dual nature. This is a multifaceted, changeable personality. Geminis are outspoken, arrogant, hyperactive. They are bright and good speakers. They like artificial gems. They can often be impatient with people because they are very quick-tempered and don't like things to go slowly. They are also very restless individuals and cannot stay in one room for long periods of time. They spend their whole lives searching for an ideal that they cannot see because it is right in front of them.

Best qualities: diversity, willingness to change. Cons: Lack of consistency across the board. They change quickly, as if they have two inner voices: one says do and the other says leave.

Jupiter represents optimism, wisdom, growth, learning, happiness, exploration, charity, compassion, inspiration, meaning, path and faith. It includes believers, rich people, employees, big banks, judges, fortune hunters. It is associated with the liver, bile. Jupiter rules blood, veins, arteries, thighs, hips.

Jupiter can bring the following things to the signs:

Aries Rising

You might become more involved in your community, or even take it upon yourself to learn something new for fun. It can bring more thinking, education in the mental field. You can travel short distances more. More interaction with siblings, relatives.If you are going to move somewhere, you can have better neighbors who are optimistic and friendly, even foreigners. You may accidentally meet some important people or people who will change your way of thinking. This house also represents the cause of the loss of property, the cause of moving away from home, long journeys of the spouse (the partner may travel somewhere).

Taurus rising

Many things can be related to finances, money (in general, property). Jupiter can give you great luck in money and comfort. You can live more luxuriously. You can find comfort in the smallest things. Much more enjoyment and great things. Maybe your inner feelings can start to change more.You can find yourself in areas that you weren't so familiar with before. Spend more time with family friends. Things can also be related to vocational education. Long journeys related to work. If you have a partner, there are also things related to the inheritance that you get from him. If you are going to travel long distances, it is good to take care of your health.

Gemini Rising

Jupiter will bring you a personality transformation. You may change your appearance and style - start looking at yourself and your body differently. You will be more open and direct and have strong opinions. It can also bring some insight about yourself (which you haven't figured out so far). Jupiter gives a deeper and more meaningful way of doing things. It can bring you certain types from your childhood and possibly dealing with it. Connects with the money of a friend and father (you can get money from them both). You can meet someone on a trip who you fall in love with and who awakens a different kind of love in you. You can also find a different love for yourself (in a deeper way).

Cancer Rising

During this time, you will delve more deeply into yourself and your subconscious, thinking more profound things. You will focus more on hidden things. You can meet someone who helped you through things (usually Jupiter brings mentors, teachers and people from whom we can learn). We can spend more time in institutions that are more isolating than hospitals, etc. If you are going through a difficult experience or illness, this is a sign that things will turn around for the better. Since this is also the house of the most difficult battles and tasks, you can fight with yourself a lot. Things that can also be related to secret enemies, residence in a foreign country, ways of release.You may have to let something go in order to move on.

Leo Rising

You will be more popular in society and among people. It is possible that you will meet more people and start socializing more with those who inspire you. You can start putting more on the dreams and goals you have, you can get a new interest in a new thing. You will be more dedicated to yourself and form your own opinion about society and maybe start participating more actively in it. You can buy more or give money more for personal interests. Your loved ones may be traveling for a long time. It can be the affective health of the uncle and aunt on the mother's side.

Virgo Rising

More luck based on your career. Lots of career opportunities and maybe a new path that will change your life. Also something bigger and new that you didn't expect to happen. More acquaintances, especially more interaction with older and authoritative people (more masculine energy). More connection with parents and father (father can help you more or give you money). You can meet more people who are destined to get to know them and get in touch with them. Jupiter can give you lucky coincidences with the people you need. Money can come from abroad and you can start earning abroad or get an opportunity there.

Libra Rising

You can decide to take a long plane trip or a spiritual journey that will give you a new perspective. You can decide on a higher education such as: philosophy, law, religion - or continue your studies / complete your studies. You can explore and investigate new things more than usual. You can think more about what you belong to and what belonging to someone means to you (what it means to you), you can also be more lucky in many things. You can gain a lot through spiritual experiences and psychic experiences. You can come to a greater awareness of yourself and what it means to you. You can take better care of your property and you can get back something you thought was lost a long time ago. There can also be connections with a parent of the opposite sex than yourself. You can do more sports or decide to be more dedicated to it and seek pleasure with one person.

Scorpio Rising

Jupiter will bring you an emotional transformation that will rebirth you and make you a better person. You can experience a deep connection with one person and have a deeper intimate relationship with them. Things can also be related to inheritance, you can get some property or something in you to your advantage. You can gain a lot from other people, especially money from other people is at stake here. Many opportunities and things can come through others. You can also get a lot of money from others and it is also good to invest money. You can gain a lot from a partnership or marriage. If you are involved in any lawsuits now, the outcome of them will be good.

Sagittarius Rising

Jupiter will bring you things related to others it mainly relates to the relationships you have with others (any). If you are already in a relationship, you can get married or get engaged (engagement usually happens under this aspect). You meet a lot of spiritual people who can help you and show you the way or someone who is more open, open-minded, you can get along better with friends. Jupiter represents marriage more, so this can be more in the foreground than the relationship itself (depending on the aspects). During this time, you can also attract someone who suits you more on a personal level. You can get to know your other side better and also notice what really suits you and what doesn’t. A friend with whom you are close can travel for a long time, or someone with whom you are closer.

Capricorn Rising

Jupiter can bring you more opportunities and new things related to your hobbies, entertainment and spending your free time. You can go into a more special relationship or fall in love with someone. You will want to express yourself in some way, and let the world see you. You can be more sociable and if single, meet new romantic partners. You could fall in love during this transit, but if there aren't any other grounding influences. it's most likely you'll just date a lot. You can also have someone who is not from your country or someone you meet on a trip. You can be more creative and do things related to creativity and you can also be more recognizable. A good time also for gambling or any related opportunities. Your passions for what you do will show more. Income can come from real estate and property. U can publish more things. This can also be a good period to have a child/get pregnant.

Aquarius Rising

Jupiter can bring you more joy. You can easily go more outside your comfort zone. You can focus on your routine or things related to you and your things. Artists of any kind are rewarded when they boldly fuel their creations with authenticity and freely express themselves. You will get prosperity and accomplishments with your ability to win over opponents. However, it can give expansion in loan and debt-related issues because of your ignorance. During this transit period, you will realize the value of the financial management.

Pisces Rising

you can go on a trip that will be longer and last longer. Your home can be somewhere else for a while and you might even find a place where you will feel the best. You can find a place that gives you a feeling of home and warmth. It can also mean finding a dream house or making wishes come true and also remodeling your home. You can feel better at home and have a better relationship with your parents (especially with mom). You can also better see things that ended and understand why they ended. Maybe you and your family can have some kind of family tradition about what you will do this time.

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-Rebekah🧚🏼‍♀️🌊🌙

[misanocircuit]

Marc Márquez's interview in Mugello '24 (by Italian youtuber SINNAGGAGGHIRI)

Question: "Now that we've gained more intimacy, without pretending nothing happened, we know about the friction that Italy has against you, let's say. If you could say something to the Italians who follow MotoGP, what would you say to them?"

Marc: "It's true that we had the rivalry in the past with the Italian idol, but it's something that I accept. At the end I always say: competition is rivalry, it has to stay in the track, then outside the track... We are all people!"

"It's pouring cats and dogs!"

Marc: "Yes, now yes! Give me the..."

"The umbrella!" "Niiiice!"

Marc: "I'm gonna hold it, I'm gonna hold it!"

"Perfect!"

*Marc laughs like a madman*

Q: "Right now, who do you think is the best rider?"

Marc: "Ah! It's Francesco Bagnaia."

"Yeah?"

Marc: "For me yes, he's the one who won last year, the one who won also in 2022... It's true that [Jorge] Martín is very strong too but the best one is the one who wins: Pecco Bagnaia won."

Q: "Your favourite racetrack?"

Marc: "Austin, Aragón or Phillip Island: if I have to choose one it's Phillip Island, it's very nice, very nice... Also the place is very pretty."

Q: "If I should ask you about your biggest remorse, which one would it be?"

Marc: "The biggest remorse – or the one which I'd change if I would go back – is when I came back after the fall in 2020, when I fractured my humerus: I came back 4 days later, I came back too early, I got another fracture... At the end I had 4 operations at the arm and now it's an arm that works well but 4 years... It would have been a 6 months rehabilitation which instead become a 4 years one. In that moment I realized that if you're not in shape you can't do anything: the body is one and you have to keep the right setup!"

"The setup of the body!" *they both laugh*

Marc: "I like this better!" [referring to the followers' questions instead of the guy's questions]

Q: "Nicolò asks us: an aspect that you really don't like of your job?"

Marc: "Is that it's something that I really like but... Sometimes I ask myself "why am I not invisible?", it's something that I like having people [around], having that relationship with the supporters, but sometimes when you're in the paddock, when you're working, when you have to go here and there, you think "I want to be invisible" so to be able to go from a place to another without being stopped... But, on the other hand, this is what gives me the grit."

"When you're not working, you'd rather be alone!"

Marc: "Ahhh, now it's correct! When I'm not working I'd rather be a normal one, one who can go to the shopping centre and nobody asks anything... But then it's true that if they ask you to take a picture it's good news, it means that you're doing your job right."

*Marc laughs diabolically and says*: "You can ask that one eh, if you want!"

Q: "Does being Marc Márquez make you make love more?" [the original question was literally "does being MM make you fu*k more?" lol]

Marc: "Ehehe, it's easier! If some rider says no, then it's bad, it's not good! But now I have a girlfriend and I'm very happy and..."

"That's it, it's over!"

Marc: "Yes, I'm out of the game/business!"

Q: "Maybe you already told us this, but Francesco asks us: what is the most traumatic and worse event on/with your bike? And I'd add: how did you manage to get through it?"

Marc: "For me it was the one of the arm, but also, for example, the first [crash] which was very tough was here in Mugello: at end of the straight, at 300 km/h, I was going against a wall and I had to jump from the bike; [it was] an impressive fall at 300 km/h... Here it was the first fall that I said "oh, here you go fast!"."

Q: "And how did you manage to recover?"

Marc: "Positive mindset. Always. You always have to be positive, then someone or something stops you, but you always have to be positive, it gives you the grit!"

"Oh, all [the rain] now! It's unbelievable!"

Marc: "All now, all now, all now! All the trousers wet!"

"Everything! [×3]"

Q: "Alessio asks us: after many years and 8 Titles, the anxiety before the lights go out is still there?"

Marc: "Always. It's true that it's easier to control it, but the anxiety... The butterflies in the stomach, you need to have them! You, before doing this, surely you had some butterflies, but it's normal, it's what gives you the right intensity!"

Q: "What job would have you done if you weren't a rider?"

Marc: "I've always said to my dad: "if I can't be a rider, because you never know, I want to be a motorbikes' mechanic or something..."."

Q: "A passion beside motorbikes?"

Marc: "Motorsport is everything, number one! Football, then, I like it a lot."

Q: "Which team do you support?"

Marc: "Barcelona!"

"Go Vicenza!"

Marc: "What's Vicenza, your hometown?"

"Yes, it's in the Italian Serie C [3rd division]."

"Oh yeah? Serie C, well... Go Vicenza!"

"Niiiiice!!" *Marc keeps laughing hyena-like*

Q: "Gabriele asks: one thing you love and hate about Italy."

Marc: "I love pasta, I hate the city traffic! In Spain it is also bad, but here... You drive aggressively, full gas!"

Q: "A more sentimental question: how are you? And I'd add: are you happy?"

Marc: "If you'd asked me this 6 months ago, I'd say "mmh", but now I'm happy, I'm content, everything goes well, in the professional and personal life... 6 months ago personal life was very good, the professional one... Something was missing: now I'm having fun."

Marc: "You're tall eh!"

"I'm tall?"

Marc: "You're tall and I'm short!" *they both laugh*

"At this point let's thank Marc for the time he dedicated to us!"

Marc: "Jaja, thank you very much, thank you very much!"

"I wish you good luck for this weekend!"

Marc: "Let's go, thank you very much, thank you very much, let's try, 100% percent!"

"We'll see eachother!"

Marc: "Gas!"

"Bye!" *awkward fist bump occurs*

[blubushie]

biggest pet peeve in sniper art?

Oh boy. A few of these actually. (I'm assuming you mean Sniper TF2 and not general snipers in art...)

Under the cut cuz it's long.

His rifle drawn improperly. The anatomy is very simple and if necessarily, just reference instead of butchering it—even if you're doing realistic art, he uses a Remington 700, and there's more than enough reference photos online for the most popular sporting rifle ever sold. I've seen people draw it like a handgun. On a similar note–

Him shouldering his rifle incorrectly. Or just handling it incorrectly in general. Rifle slots in just above the armpit—when your stretch your dominant arm forward while leaning in and bracing your muscles, it forms a pocket at the shoulder just above your armpit between the head of your humerus and your pectoral muscle. This creates a firm pocket that the butt of a rifle will slot into. If it's not in this pocket, you're gonna have a bad time.

Using the wrong arm to support the rifle vs handle the trigger. I've seen horrors. While Sniper is implied to be ambidextrous, he shoots right-handed. This means the rifle slots on his RIGHT shoulder, and his RIGHT trigger finger is on the trigger. His LEFT HAND is used to support the weight of the rifle at the forestock. On a similar note–

Ambidextrous Sniper is cool and I love seeing left-handed Sniper when it's done properly. Downside—his right eye is his dominant eye, so unless his right hand is injured in a way that he can't pull a trigger with that hand, he would not be shooting left-handed.

Speaking of dominant eyes—you look down the scope with your dominant eye. The eye NOT looking down the scope is called your off-eye. YOU DO NOT CLOSE YOUR OFF-EYE WHEN SHOOTING. OFF-EYE STAYS OPEN. Firstly it's for safety, because if your off-eye is closed you can't see what's happening in your immediate vicinity. Two, it's for performance. You can't change targets as easily with your off-eye closed. Any sniper worth his salt, especially a professional, is keeping his off-eye open. This is hunting 101 and something Sniper, former outback hunter of dangerous game, would know and practise religiously.

Speaking of scopes—eye relief. You do not put your face right up to the scope. There should be 10cm or about 4 inches between your face and the scope. Otherwise when you fire you're going to get a black eye when the recoil makes the scope hit you in the face. You'll take your eye out, kid.

People who draw him with his comics hair and call that a mullet. Almost none of you know what a mullet it. A little tuft of hair at the nape of the neck isn't a mullet! Those who give him an actual mullet when you say that shit, I love you

People who draw his scars incorrectly. They make them look fresh—with the sutures still present. Sutures aren't permanent and are removed after a week to a few weeks, depending on healing and how deep the wound is. Once SCARRED he wouldn't have horizontal lines through the scars. He'd just have long scars and dotted scars alongside where the sutures used to be. And looking at my own scars, in most places you can't see the dotting from the sutures since the holes heal easy and don't often scar.

Skinny twiggy Sniper that looks like he's about to drop dead of malnutrition. Have you not read the comics? Do you not know what lean, functional muscle looks like? Fuck's sake.

Ok reckon that's all of them for now.

[justali-anne]

Undertale Playing On A Minecraft Server!

This is Post-Pacifist, by the way.

Frisk:

Probably the one who created the server, let's be real. They're also the one who introduced the monsters to Minecraft in the first place.

They sometimes like to play in creative mode, but I bet they're willing to take on some of the hardest Minecraft challenges for kicks. Sometimes to the detriment of others on the server.

They're likely to play along when Alphys wants to roleplay. A well-behaved child.

Spends time with everyone as equally as possible! They love everyone on the server, so of course they would wanna do that!

Shows everyone the ropes and gives them tips. They help out Asgore the most.

Sometimes they like to play survival properly with Papyrus and Undyne, sometimes they like to troll them with Sans. They're kind of a wild card when it comes to that.

Since they're the host, they're always on the server when it's running.

Toriel:

She doesn't play on the server that much - she's often too busy with grading homework and taking care of the school. But when she does join, it's a nice treat.

Because she doesn't play as often, she's further behind than most of the other players on the server. Luckily, Frisk and Papyrus are kind enough to supply her with materials and food.

I'm sure she would love to build a pretty cottage in a forest biome, surrounded by a nice farm and do her own thing.

Sticks by either Frisk or Sans. Often tries to reign them in when they're taking their pranks too far. Sometimes she even distracts Sans while Papyrus and Undyne are doing something important. She's an unsung hero in that regard.

Although, on occasion, she might be prone to a little bit of pranking herself... Mostly on Sans, because he needs a taste of his own medicine.

Sans:

TROLL.

Trolly troll troll trolly troll trolly troll troll!

No, but seriously, this guy is a menace! He steals important materials, messes up Papyrus' organised chests, knocks players off of cliffs, you name it, he's gonna do it.

Well... apart from griefing. Sans wouldn't go that far. He's not mean-spirited.

He also uses cheats. Like, all the time. It's a miracle he hasn't been kicked off the server yet. Probably because Frisk is too nice to kick him and besides, he's one of their best friends!

Obviously targets Undyne and Papyrus the most, but sometimes he actually stops trolling and helps them out.

Possibly has the dumbest skin on the server, let's be real.

He likes it when someone gets back at him! He finds it very humerus!

If someone genuinely gets upset at him, though, Sans will back down. As stated earlier, he's not mean-spirited.

Plays very often, in fact, he's almost always there when the group plays! What can I say? He just likes spending time with his friends.

Papyrus:

Absolutely adores playing Minecraft, and would pester Frisk (kindly) to start up the server so he can play.

He likes to set himself challenges so he would never get bored. He'll defeat all the bosses, then make a challenge to defeat them again and again... IN THE SAME AREA.

Will explore every inch of the server and build landmarks (statues of himself, farms, buildings etc) to keep track of where he's been.

Likes to keep all his chests organised and tidy, and fumes when someone (cough cough Sans cough cough) messes them up.

Rages easily, especially when Sans is around. It takes a lot for him to rage quit, though.

I don't know why, but something tells me Papyrus would be good at redstone. He could use it to make cool Minecraft puzzles! And then test them with his friends! Isn't that cute?

He likes to play along with Alphys' roleplays when Undyne isn't around. He's sweet like that.

Would go out of his way to ration every resource equally and keep some extra for Toriel. Iron, food, heck, even diamonds and netherite. He's very generous.

How often does he play? Pretty often, actually! He and Sans are a bit of a package deal, so when one shows up, the other inevitably will. I forgot to mention that before... Well, unless he's at work. Papyrus is no slacker.

Undyne:

Loves ALL challenges! She's in it for the thrills and would go for every boss and achievement.

She's a pretty intense player. She rages easily and is very reckless, which leads to a lot of deaths and a lot of lost resources. Chill, Undyne.

She doesn't really spend a lot of time building things, so she just leaves the building to Papyrus and Alphys. Thanks to them, she no longer lives in a dirt hole!

Sometimes she will rage quit, only to come back 2 minutes later. It happens so often that everyone is used to it now. "Oh, Undyne quit? Maybe this time she'll- Oh, look, she's back again."

She'll roleplay with Alphys, especially cool anime battles and stuff like that. She has a bit of a guilty pleasure for this. And besides, who could say no to Alphys?

Often sticks by Papyrus since the two are best buds. Though she's just as likely to go adventuring on her own.

She doesn't play as often as Frisk and the brothers, but she's very frequent and plays like 80% of the time... ish? When possible, of course. She's busy too, you know!

Alphys:

She's the type who loves to roleplay. She even builds settings for them.

Heavily inspired by anime. She actually likes to be in Creative Mode most of the time for two reasons. 1. So she can get all the resources she needs to build her humble town. 2. Because she doesn't like the creepy mobs coming out at night and attacking her.

She hates creepers and phantoms with a passion. Creepers destroyed her builds more than once and jumpscare her easily, and she's the one the others have to coax into bed because she insists on building and gathering materials all night, so phantoms are definitely gonna spawn and annoy her.

Building and roleplaying isn't all she does. Like Papyrus, I'd imagine Alphys would pick up on redstone very easily. She's also the one who creates the best material farms so she can gather resources quickly.

Occasionally, she will join Undyne and Papyrus on their challenges.

Avoids Sans most of the time... For obvious reasons. The two definitely still talk to each other, though. No hard feelings.

She doesn't play too often, but she has a lot more free time than Undyne does now that she's on the surface. And let's be honest, she's kind of a shut in already. She'll only join the server when she's up for it, as in, mentally.

Asgore:

Oh, sweet sweet Asgore.

The poor soul, he fumbles most of the time and doesn't know how to play. He dies the most often, but the sweetie is a good sport about it.

Thanks to Frisk, he gets the hang of the basics, but there's still a lot he doesn't know. And to be honest, he doesn't have a lot of time to get to know them, since I imagine he would be busy with other important things.

Will gladly roleplay with Alphys. He doesn't usually take part in the adventures. Not unless someone drags him into it.

He's a pushover and just follows everyone else.

Doesn't play much at all. Like Toriel, it's only on rare occasions, but when he does play, it's a treat.

Other characters:

Flowey - Used to play. Got banned because he was a lot like Sans, just 100X worse.

Monster Kid - They love playing Minecraft, and they like the server too! However, they also have a server of their own, so they just play on that most of the time. They love playing with Frisk and Papyrus, though!

Mettaton - Doesn't play at all. Sorry, darling! He's busy travelling the world and doing tours! He's got fans to please!

Napstablook - Also busy supporting Mettaton with his tours, so they don't play at all. However, they have played ONCE and never again. They didn't know how to play, and just gave up after one little mistake in typical Napstablook fashion. Bless their soul.

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[yearningaces]

Coming in With another Asexual reader story but this time something different:D

It had been a fun day, both you and Helios had wandered to the next town over, taking in the different restaurants and small shops, getting worn out soon after and making the long drive home. But the driving was always the most fun. Helios had his own star cruiser after all, being a creature from off world and from a more space faring species, he had little things like that.

Though he'd swear up and down that the autopilot was a scam and untrustworthy... That meant you could lounge either in the small sleeping pod with the side open so you could still see and speak with Helios as he piloted, and appreciate the otherworldly image of him.

Deep purple skin, darker runes running along both sets of arms up to his neck. His back legs always made you think of a rabbit but he swore they resembled the Ka'hnr from his home world. An apex predator apparently.

Even his two sets of eyes always caught your attention, a color you couldn't name but to you it seemed blue... Then again there are many colors humans can't see.

You watched his feather tipped tail flicking lazily as he sat at the pilots seat, watching the sky ahead and passing by another flock of birds.

"Heli?" You finally called out after some time, dropping from the sleeping pod and settling in the co-pilot seat you usually were in.

Helios ear twitches towards you as his attention refocuses. "Yes, galaxy?" His voice was as soft as always, focused and gentle.

You ponder for a moment, trying to understand what exactly you had in mind and settling on something you've been thinking about for a while. "I'm trying to decide if there's a difference because of species, or mentality between us." The remark is a warning the conversation might be serious, or humerus. Such conversations tended to be.

As such, you saw Helios's ears both perk up, his tail curling upwards in attention, inquisitively listening to your words. "What exactly would that be this time?"

"You know as far as relationships go along humans, I'm a bit of an outlier in some aspects."

Your words are sincere enough that it gives Helios a pause. To him, you're the only human if not creature he's ever been with, so he's not quite certain to your meaning. "My galaxy, I'm not understanding completely. Whatever differences you notice I'm unaware of but adore you exactly as you are."

And it's just genuine enough to make your cheeks heat up just slightly. "Sweet words, but there really isn't anything missing in your eyes?"

His maw shakes 'no' innocently. "What would I be missing when you are right here?"

"Intercourse?" You supply, something neither of you have done, attempted, or even spoken of.

Helios four eyes blink slowly and he waits a few moments. "Enter what?"

...

"Sex."

"Is that like a food?"

"Food?"

"Yeah, like the human food, 'Sneks'."

"... Snacks?"

"Yeah! Those!"

"Snacks doesn't sound at all like sex?"

"Says the native human speaker."

That earns you a small chuckle. "Fair enough, but you don't know what that is? You know the reproduction process? Most humans see it as vital to a relationship or life." Your explanatory tone drops into something almost bitter, and it doesn't miss Helios attention for a moment.

"So what?" He begins, trying to both lighten the mood and understand exactly what's going on. "I can't think of anything else I'd want to do with you than what we do ... Well, that's a lie. Eventually we're going to have our bonding ceremony and be a bonded pair -and that I'm looking forward to. Maybe taking in a few Starspecks to raise. You know, the little lights that fall from stars? That's all I want with you."

It takes a few moments for his words to register in your mind. "Really? You don't think I'm like... Withholding-?"

Before you can finish he interrupts gently, his lower left arm reaching out to grab yours. "Really. Besides I think I understand what you're referencing and it's something that -while not exclusive to your planet- isn't something every species deals with. I believe the human term for my sort is 'reproduces asexually' and that's if we reproduce at all. Young ones are rare. I'd much prefer Starspecks."

You grip his hand tighter. The realization settling in and leaving you so relaxed and comfortable. You'd never allow yourself to be pressured into that uncomfortable situation but it felt so much better knowing Helios was the same as you, in his own way.

"Would that be alright?" He asks at your silence.

"Yeah." Your voice is quiet enough for him to pull your seat closer so he can wrap both of his left arms wrap around you as you continue. "Yeah, that's alright with me."

[reds-fluff-extravaganza]

LOOK, I don't know if this is gonna make sense, but it's cute to me, so here ya go just in case u like it

Glitchy Red x a Reader who's now trapped in the game after releasing him. Like, once they both were finally besties and Reader managed to help him... Now the tables have turned

So now it's time for our baby boy to help his friend >:3

I mean, he already has the knowledge, and now he also has the power since he's free, so I doubt it would be too difficult for him to save his friend (and possible love interest but that's another story-)

Btw this isn't supposed to be connected to my other Glitchy request, just saying in, just in case uwu

Finally, I don't have a pokemon quote but... Puns about Cubone are usually humerus (ba dum tsss)

- Fairy Anon 🧚🏻‍♀️

I am living for these requests, thank you. Also I hope this is okay/makes some sense

"Alright, Glitchy Red, are you ready to give this a try?"

"I'm ready when you are, Y/n." You nodded as you set your gameboy to the side. Ever since you received Glitchy Red's cartridge from a nearby game store which sold older games, and finding out about him and his past, you were determined to help him. Glitchy Red was unsure about this at first, considering he did not exactly trust you and had initially thought you were going to throw his cartridge away or give it up to someone else. However, when you did not do any of those things, he was actually quite relieved, and hopeful that you were going to help him like you had promised.

After two years of searching for answers, you two were pretty close to giving up, until you ended up finding a possible solution. You didn't want to get your hopes up too quickly, but you had written it down in a journal in your room, as well as saving the site you had gotten the information from, as a just in case it did actually work and you needed it again for whatever reason. How this person had an idea of what you were attempting, not even you knew. Hey, you can't be too careful. Now you two were going to give it a try, hoping that it would work.

"I hope this works..." You mumbled as you attempted a sequence of button presses and a few other things as you read the words you had written down on your journal. Once you were done, you looked back down at the screen of the gameboy to see if anything had changed.

"Anything?" You asked. Glitchy Red looked around, seeing no changes.

"No, nothing yet. Maybe we need to wait?"

"Oh, sure, let's give it a moment." You waited for a few moments to a few minutes, but still nothing.

"Damn, I really thought we were onto something there." You sighed softly, crossing your arms.

"I guess it's back to the drawing board- wait what is that?" You noticed the screen of the gameboy was glowing more so than usual, which was odd since this required the use of a flashlight to actually see the screen.

"I have no idea what you're seeing, but I feel... different, I can't explain it." Before you could say anything else, the whole room was filled with the same white light, causing you to shield your eyes. When you uncovered your eyes, however, you found yourself... not in your bedroom.

"Where the hell am I?" You rubbed your eyes, looking around the area, which looked rather familiar to you. It then hit you: where was Glitchy Red? "Glitchy Red?!" You suddenly called out, looking for your friend in a bit of a panic.

"Y/n?" You heard him, but you couldn't see him. That is, until you looked up towards the "sky" only to find that your little experiment worked!... sort of.

"Hey, you're finally out of the game!"

"That may be true, but now you're trapped inside." Glitchy Red sounded rather worried about this, not wanting you to be trapped inside the game like he had been.

"I... don't want you to be trapped in there because of me." He was thinking of the worst case scenarios, that you wouldn't be able to leave the game, that he would end up back in there with you, that-

"Red." He looked down at the screen. You only called him that when you were being serious or when you wanted to get his attention.

"Yes..?"

"Stop thinking like that. I'll get out of here, and I'm going to show you everything that I had promised to show you, and spend all the time with you that I possibly can! I got you out, didn't I?"

"Well, yeah, but now you're in the game."

"So? Now that we've figured out how to get you out, if we just do it again, then I should get out too!"

"and if we end up in this situation again? But I'm back in the game and we're back in our original situation?"

"Then we'll keep searching! We will keep looking until we're both out out there, together." Glitchy Red chuckled a bit, shaking his head.

"Alright, I trust you."

"Great! Now let me out of here! Look for my journal, I have it written in there." He nodded and looked around your room, which he had seen parts of here and there from when you carried your gameboy around to show him around. He looks around and finds your journal on the floor and picks it up.

"Alright, let's give this another try." You waited patiently as Glitchy Red input the button combination and other things you had done to get him out. Once he finished, he set the journal and gameboy down, waiting. After a few minutes of waiting, the bright white light filled the room once more, causing both of you to cover your eyes. After the light faded, you uncovered your eyes to find yourself back in your room, with Glitchy Red beside you.

"Y/n?" You heard him say before uncovering his eyes, which you couldn't really see from the shadow of his hat. You smiled and pulled him into a hug, which caused him to flinch in response as you had caught him off guard.

"I... I can't believe it worked." Glitchy Red hugged you back, a faint smile on his face.

"I'm glad it worked." You nodded in agreement, the two of you not letting go from the hug. You knew you would be like this for a while, but you didn't mind. You were happy that Glitchy Red was now out of the game and here with you, and vice versa.

[mineralsrocksandfossiltalks]

Wordplay Wednesday: Holotype

You've probably seen me use this word a few times this month but what exactly is a holotype? Simple, it is a single specimen used to describe and name a species. For example, FMNH P 25107 is the holotype specimen for Brachiosaurus altithorax. The holotype consists of the right humerus, the right femur, the right ilium, the right coracoid, the sacrum, the last seven dorsal vertebrae, two caudal vertebrae and several ribs. This means that every Brachiosaurus found after must be compared to this specimen. So, what happens if you find an animal without any of these elements? You can make some pretty decent educated guesses but you cannot officially say it belongs to that particular genus or species.

This is part of the controversy with Troodon. The holotype of this dinosaur is a tooth and while that works really well with mammals, it's not a great way to name a dinosaur. I mean, these all look fairly similar.

Now, Troodon has some pretty unique teeth in the theropod world so it's not quite as bad as some make it out to be.

One last fun holotype: Homo sapien. We don't actually have one for our species. Edward Drinker Cope (yep, one of the Bone Wars dudes) did describe human beings and was going to be the holotype upon his death but...turns out he had syphilis (or something along those lines) so it didn't work out.

Hope you learned something new to add to your vocabulary and see you tomorrow to learn about baby sauropods!

[magnuficent76]

Okay god some fun facts about Melaine and zir's transformation because. I'm insane basically. Under cut because this does delve a little into body horror/fucky wucky medical malpractice territory !

◆ People think Mephisto is unhinged for turning himself into like 3/4s machinery counting the organs they replaced, but they never consider Melaine being just completely off the doorframe with the amount of shit she does to herself.

◆ She was always obsessed with the idea of a perfect lifeform, and she found it in bugs. Even before she lost Jonah she was actively working towards doing some fucked up experimentation on herself. It started with an obsession with dissecting things, then came the whole doing chemistry to achieve things never before dreamed of... girl hobbies.

◆ The mutagen ze eventually creates essentially works by reactivating particles in the skeletal structure (which are usually less active by the time you reach full maturity and die slowly with aging), and then giving steroids. The bone had to puncture out of the skin [which ze removed zirself and then left exposed with only some fucked up cloth around it for it not to get infected] and then reajust itself with both the humerus, cardio and ajul, since ze was basically making up new body parts for herself. The body didn't react all too well to the first transformation however so ze had to perfect the formula before moving on to zir arms and legs, so human experimentation was on the menu again babyyyyyy.

◆ Ze grew the green eye on the left side on her lab inside a jar, with the intention of mixing human eye capabilities with the mobility of a mantis eye, thus why the pupil is so small constantly. In order to actually install it, she had to burn the original eye [to make taking out its dried shell off the socket easier] and put in the new one really fast, so the nerves would still be fresh and could easily latch onto the new receptor. It was scary, being blind temporarily while it was healing, but it was worth it ! For science !!!

◆ I like to think that although her experiments are all obviously unethical, there's not ever miscommunication for what ze is doing. Melaine finds locally sourced freaks around the planetary system and asks them "hey, wanna be half bug" and depending on the answer, she brings them to her lab and give them more bones than they know what to do with. Most of them stick around, mainly because its free shelter, but also because Melaine is just... a nice boss. They get free superpowers at the cost of a little humanity, and then they also get a brand new spankin' job ? With paid vacation nonetheless ! Most of the big companies don't even offer that ! So ze has a bunch of goons around the lab at all times. Helps keeping the whole operation hidden too, all things considered.

◆ Her skin is REALLY weird now. Its a halfway mix of scales and really smooth human skin, since the keratin plaques growing on a lot of parts of her body are distributed kind of unevenly for now. The "metamorphosis", according to her, "Was never meant to be linear, and its okay that its not perfect yet. Larva need to grow into adults before the true glory of their form is revealed". It DOES hurt a bit to have them form but hey, anything for science.

◆ Nowadays, ze keeps zir head mostly covered with zir's cover-up hat thingie, since the chemicals ze uses are NOT good for the scalp, but the actual hair isn't really being mutated much at all. Sure, ze keeps it shorter nowadays for convenience, but ze still cares a LOT for it. Appearance may not be why ze started the mutations, but you bet your ass it means a lot to zem.

◆ RAVENOUS apetite. Due to her basically growing like every single day (and her current form is only technically an "intermediate" stage), she needs really high quantities of calories in order to remain stable, but sometimes she just... forgets. Technically she can go several days without needing to eat, even if it stalls the metamorphosis slightly, but its still considered safest for her to at least have one big meal every day. She forgets though– more often than she'd like to admit– because she's busy with other work. She runs around the lab every single day in order to keep up with progress on people's own projects, as well as keeping up with family, and just doing regular work as a doctor [More people would rather be treated by the giant mantis lady than die out in a desert, I imagine], so she just... doesn't remember her own necessities. More often than not her minions have to drag her to bed in order to get her to stop working on something.

◇ ...She used to have Jonah cook for her. Her food never tasted as good as when he made it for her, so maybe she just resents eating anything else that isn't made by him.

And das all heehoo !!!!!!!

[megabuild]

I mean, any fake flirting is humerus isn't it?

Like when Stress or Iskall fake-flirt, they laugh so do we.

Keralis flirts with everyone really and It's always funny.

It's funny because fake flirting is usually a lot more exagerated then actual flirting, It's loud. You laugh because of how over the top it is and in pg servers especially It's the implicit nature of the jokes that makes it funny. Doesn't it just makes everyone feel guilty for liking what they enjoy to dig this deep? And doesn't expecting too much, putting the bar that high a bit much?

i think you guys are misunderstanding my point, i'm not trying to make people feel guilty i'm just saying as a gay man it personally makes me uncomfortable to constantly see it as the butt of the joke, plus i criticise mcyt a lot despite how much i love it. i think it's very healthy and good to acknowledge bits you dislike in things you enjoy. also respectfully i don't think asking grown ass adults to not have to resort to 2000s playground humour is "putting the bar that high"

[mamawasatesttube]

cryptid/weird batfam is all well and good but i firmly believe they can't be the only weird guys. the kryptonians are literally aliens trying to blend in on earth. the flashes are like, bethesda glitches made human. we can lean into this.

conner kent in math class is absently chewing on the eraser on his pencil and accidentally bites through the metal holding it on. two of his classmates are staring; thinking fast, he quickly eats the rest of the pencil and explains, "it was made of chocolate. got y'all, didn't i?"

bart allen just takes a bite out of a kiwi, unpeeled. kon, cassie, and tim all exclaim in shock and horror, by the end of which time bart has inhaled the rest of the kiwi. "what? it's faster that way. you barely taste the peel when you eat it at high speed anyway. besides, that's how wally does it!"

clark and kon play high-precision tic-tac-toe with laser vision on a ridiculously small piece of metal. jon gets really into anatomy and physiology and at one point goes up to lois like "hi mom :) don't mind me i just want to see your vertebrae can you turn around?? thanks :D" later he tells damian "your humerus is kind of ugly" and damian is so fucking offended. what do you mean my fucking bones are ugly hello

[a-dinosaur-a-day]

Can you elaborate on the opposite birds' wings being opposite at all? Idk why but brain isn't quite grokking what you mean here

Don't worry - this is confusing even to scientists. It's very esoteric.

So, the bird wing

Focus on the bones, not the lines that indicate feathers. For once, the feathers aren't important.

The arm of the bird connects with two other bones: the blade of the scapula (shoulder bone), and the coracoid (collar bone). These bones have dips in them to allow them and the humerus to all join up to form a single, efficient joint.

To do this, those dips can either be concave or convex, concave meaning it dips in, and convex meaning it dips out - the convex bone links in to the concave one.

In living birds, the bone with the concave side is the coracoid, and the bone with the convex side is the scapula.

In Enantiornithines, aka Opposite Birds, the bone with the convex side is the coracoid, and the bone with the concave side is the scapula!

I really hope that helps, because there is no simpler way to explain it

[rudjedet]

I'm on the tail end of physical therapy for a broken leg that required surgery. It made me wonder if there was anything interesting in Ancient Egyptian medicine that you'd read about treating broken bones.

Oh, certainly! Ancient Egyptian treatments for broken bones were very similar to our methods nowadays - that is, they splinted and immobilised fractures after reduction. The treatments for a broken jaw and a broken nose in the Edwin Smith Papyrus (the largest collection of surgical treatments among the medical papyri) are in fact the exact same a few millennia later. For a broken nose in particular, the physician put two rolls of linnen moistened with oil into the nasal passages to keep the shape of the nose intact after bandaging and during healing. Nowadays, we use vaseline gauze the same way.

There's an interesting case in the ESP where the practice of a closed reduction is actually described. This is case 35, a fracture of the clavicle:

You should prostrate him [on his back], [with] something folded which is in [between] his shoulder blades. You should spread out his two shoulders in order to stretch apart his two clavicles until that fracture falls into its place.

This is, again, a practice that has changed very little over time. Interestingly this case does also describe a splinting, but a splinting that seems incongruent with the actual type of fracture:

You should then make for him two splints of linen, and place them, one of them to the inside of his upper arm, and the other to the under site of his upper arm. You should bind it with imrw* and treat him afterwards with honey every day until he recovers.

That would have done very little to stabilise the clavicle. However, the next case, number 36, deals with a fracture of the humerus. This case first details a reduction, but that reduction is the exact same as the preceding one in case 35, just with the term for humerus substituted for the term for clavicle. A fractured humerus is normally set through the use of traction, and then splinted in the way described in case 35.

Nunn, among others including myself, is of the opinion that this is a scribal error where the splinting for case 36 was appended to case 35, and the reduction for case 36 was incorrectly copied from 35.

But overall, lots of evidence that nothing much changed about the setting and treatment of broken bones!

*We haven't been able to precisely determine the meaning of the ingredient imrw so far. As a term it's only found in the ESP and it is likely some type of mineral ingredient since it's written with the determinative for mineral substances. Nunn suggests it may be an equivalent of plaster of Paris used for splinting as we do nowadays, which would be supported with the phrase "you should bind it with imrw" in case 35. I don't agree with that, not only because "bind it with [x]" sees common use elsewhere for any number of poultices and bandaging in the medical papyri, but also because imrw is used in the treatment of other cases that don’t deal with fractures, such as case 15; a slashed cheek with damage to the zygomatic bone. The Grundriss der Medizin der Alten Ägypter simply lists it as "an unknown mineral substance". Brawanski wants to read it as an "astringent bandage" with the note that the determinative could be ambiguous, so he suggests a reading of a bandaging with metal shavings. Meltzer renders it as “alum(?)”, based on similarities to the Coptic term for alum. Personally, I think it's likeliest a mineral/metallic substance, one that possibly inhibits bacterial growth, akin to e.g. red ochre, and which was used in bandaging and poultices.

Good luck with the rest of the physical therapy and rehab! Surgery-requiring fractures are a nsw.t=f m pH.wy=s

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #32

Did you know that in my world, there's such a thing as professional merfolk?

And did you know that not too terribly long ago, I was training to become one?

I imagine you must be terribly confused; "Lumine, what in Gaia's vast, green expanses do you mean by 'professional merfolk'?" you might be asking. So I'll send along a couple videos and some images of me training, so that you'll understand:

I even had an account on Instagram called MerrowAuryn, to document my various shenanigans. It's got videos of me diving, pictures of the various fishies (and even a turtle!) that I befriended on my adventures, and pictures of other neat things that I happened across while derping around in the water. It's still there, but... I don't really use it anymore...

There is an aquarium within reasonable driving distance from my house. They occasionally put on merfolk shows, where a person gets into this sort of costume and performs for anyone nearby who wants to watch. I was training by myself and building up a kind of portfolio of videos and images, with the intention of becoming strong enough to perform in an aquarium tank in this kind of heavy gear for up to 8 hours every day.

I was apnea training, too - my personal best time for holding my breath had gotten all the way up to four and a half minutes. Apnea training involves holding one's breath in cycles to build up a person's tolerance for high carbon dioxide levels and low oxygen levels in the blood. It also pushes the limits of how far one can expand and contract their lungs. Real professional merfolk can hold their breath for five minutes or more. And then you get professional freedivers, who can hold theirs for up to 8 minutes! It's really quite amazing!

For a decent span of time, I had been spending several hours a day, nearly every day, swimming in the heavy costume that you saw in the videos and images above. I apnea trained with a carbon dioxide table every two days. I was improving quickly, and I was feeling pretty confident!

…And then I had to stop. As it turns out, I have Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome. This is a genetic defect of a person's collagen that makes it fragile and way too stretchy. I'm sure you know this already, but collagen is what builds things like our skin and our cartilage and all our connective tissue; tendons, ligaments, all the things that keep our organs in place, all that fun stuff.

If you have Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, then your cartilage has a hard time keeping your bones together, because it is built with cheap knockoff collagen; there's no cure. I'm also dyspraxic, so often enough, when I move my limbs, my body doesn't like to tell me how far is too far; things are prone to coming undone for me, but up until this point, I've been accustomed to things popping back into place without it being a big deal.

Well… I guess this time, it was a big deal. And unfortunately, we're not sure what exactly came undone, or it if came undone due to moving around vigorously while holding my breath in the tight costume, or perhaps by expanding or contracting my ribcage too far while apnea training, or the length and frequency of my training exacerbating an already-existing injury. The set of bones, tendons, and ligaments that keep the shoulder joint together (ribs, collarbone, scapula, parts of the neck, and the humerus…) is… well… it's a lot. There's a lot of moving parts to it. And as I'm sure you already know, if even one part of it is compromised, the rest of it falls apart pretty quickly; it's annoying like that.

Regardless of the cause, the fact remains that I've lost most pain-free use of my right arm, and most movements that involve my neck, diaphragm, and ribs also hurt. Though I've been seeing fancy doctor people and going to Physical Therapy for a over a year now, no one really knows exactly what's wrong or how to fix it. My right arm is my dominant arm, so naturally, this means that, while I still can kinda-sorta do the things I love (like cooking and weaving trees and and various other stuff), it hurts a lot to do these things now, so I can't do them nearly as often as I used to. And… I haven't been back in the water meaningfully since. I miss it more than I know how to say.

But that's the way things go, sometimes, right? You grow up and you find out that being able to bend and twist in abnormal, eldritch ways is an ACTUAL PROBLEM™, and not just a cool party trick. Nothing for it but to keep trying to figure it out and fix it, and try to stay positive in the meantime.

So on the one hand… I haven't been able to be in the water in a very long time now. But on the other hand, it gives me lots and lots of time to do other things. Like for example, I can write to you, and that's pretty neat, right? I wouldn't have the time or the energy for this if I was still training in the water for 3 or 4 hours every day.

…When bad things happen, it's surely important to take the time to mourn those things. But it's also important to reframe certain things so that you don't stay in mental/emotional agony forever. It's important to find reasons to still be grateful, even if certain other things are kinda lame. Like me, right now; I'm quite literally kinda lame, hahahaha!

I wonder if you like to swim. If you enjoy it, then have you been able to go do it? And if you enjoy it, but haven't been able to do it, do you miss it? I wonder…

Anyhoot. I suppose I better wrap up this letter now. I have some friends picking me up for a get-together fairly soon, and I have to make sure I haven't gone and forgotten anything (ah, the perils of having poor working memory and only barely functional object permanence, hahaha!). I've gone and prepared a few simple tasty snacks for the occasion; one of those snacks is the confit garlic that I had written to you about before, and I'm pretty excited to share it with these nice folks!

May you find reasons to remain grateful, even when your situation gets really weird. Don't succumb to despair. Don't let the difficulties of your everyday challenges get you down. Remember that you're smart and strong and capable and so very, very loved. And please stay safe out there as you do your various things, okay?

I'll write again soon, as I always do.

Your friend, Lumine

[ashenwinds]

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klein is looking away, he's not holding back laughter, nope, not at all. what do you mean he's weak to stupid jokes and puns?

     “ What? Don't find such jokes humerus -- or do you find them too spine chilling ? ”

[lightyearssurrogatedaddy]

"From what I've gathered, is this the way it is?"

and

"From what I've gathered, this is the way it is."

Error's a critic, critics take things and put defined labels on them objecting them either bad or good. To him the world can be sorted away because in the end it's just a piece of media, and in his mind he gets to decide if that media is good enough for itself (it never is.) No other person can tell him otherwise because "it's the truth and that's just how it is."

Ink's an enjoyer, it doesn't matter what it is or how ugly it seems, every piece of art is precious. He'll admit some have flaws, but he doesn't think the flaws are worth scorning it over, things grow, they change, it comes from someone's heart. He doesn't have a place to determine what it's meaning is, but he can theorize it and give advice.

Uhm, people I know were having a debate on if Ink and Error are above or below average intelligence, I think it's really funny that it even came up.

Intelligence (according to Google) can be told by adaptability, curiosity, high self control, humor, and enjoyment of their own company.

On a side note, it takes a smart person a longer amount of time to grow bored in an empty room.

Ink is characterized to be very liquid with events (get it?), if there is an obstacle in front of a goal he'll spend time to think of a way around it and achieve what he wants. Other times the plot won't really force him to think up a plan, and he'll tag along for the sake of having fun or because he was thrown into it. He doesn't fight back (usually) and goes with the flow until something bothers him.

Ink adapts!

Error is as stubborn as a mule. When a problem in tossed in his path he'll kick it out of the way, move it, go around it. Most of the time the plot revolves around him setting his sights on something and finding different ways to evade or convince others to let him have it.

Instead of adapting to the changes, he adapts to get past it.

Their curiosity levels are roughly the same. What would happen if I did this? How would people react if I said this? Is there a way I could get to that faster? What does this mean? etcetc.

Depends on what you consider, "Having self control." is. Is it the self control of staying on task and not getting sidetracked, or the self control of attaining to other's feelings or opinions and keeping your anger in?

Error is impulsive, if something irks him the right way he'll turn around and challenge it, not thinking of the consequences. You don't know him for a level-head or calm attitude. He's better at staying motivated and having the internal self-control of, "This is where I'm going and this is how I'll get there", everything else is a coin-toss.

Ink is also impulsive, randomly trying things out to see what they do. He doesn't have the self control of knowing what would hurt another person's feelings, but does have the control of not letting things spiral out of hand by getting too emotional or upset when someone confronts him. Because... funny funny, he can fully control how much of one emotion he feels at a time and uses a level of I guess... control to make sure he's getting the proper dosage, and stay on that consistency.

They're sanses (or used to be) of course they're 'humerus'. They show it off constantly.

The enjoyment of one's company is the enjoyment of the sound of your own brain. Your brain processes things and finds ways to make it interesting, ways to learn from it, when you're alone you can fully indulge in whatever comes to mind.

Ink daydreams, he comes up with ideas or figures something new out, he thinks about what he knows or what he doesn't know.

Error considers, things that are new or things that interest him, and sorts it away with an opinion.

It takes a smart person longer to grow bored, and it takes doubled the amount of time to find something interesting again. When the brain can't find anything new it runs a track in the things it already knows. Eventually those tracks (if ran constantly without any sort of breath of fresh air) are run far enough, you're guaranteed madness.

"What the hell does that have to do with intelligence?"

You can't go mad once if you don't have at least a little bit of IQ in your skull, and they've both been through white torture before, right?

[2amcheese]

Fic for day 1 prompt of @foxquinweek 2023, Please don't take him from me 2,500 words May be updated with an AO3 link when I have one TW: Callous treatment of clones, major character injury

Enjoy!

Quinlan was battling his own opponent, who had managed to slip some force-resistant cuffs onto his ankle when he was distracted. The woman was fighting with vibroblades, short knives that maintained a flurry of attacks keeping Quinlan focused on her. He was fighting for his life, unable to access his usual wealth of power, and just barely maintaining the upper hand.

This was why he was powerless to stop the other opponent, who plunged his knife directly into Fox’s right shoulder. 

He heard Fox cry out behind him, and glanced back to see his boyfriend clutching his shoulder, staggering back from the attacker. The knife had gone right through the gap in his armor.

Shit. Shit. Shit–Quinlan sliced off the cuffs with his saber, scorching his ankle in the process, then picked up both attackers, flung them into the wall, grabbed Fox, and ran out of the bar into an alley.

“I’m fine,” Fox gasped. “Go arrest them!” It was taking all his willpower not to scream.

“No? You got stabbed! I’m taking you to a medic!” 

Fox struggled against him. “Let me bandage my arm, at least.”

“Fuck. Yeah, okay.” Vos put him down and started removing Fox’s armor. “Don’t move your arm. You’ll only make it worse.” 

The Vos carefully cut away Fox’s blacks where they threatened to adhere to his skin. 

The wound was bad. 

Really bad. 

“I can try to set it…” Vos said, looking bleakly at the mess of severed muscle and tendon.

“Don’t bother. You need to chase the assassins. An injury like this, I would need  amputation or something.” He winced and bit his tongue hard to keep himself from whimpering. “I’ll be decommissioned anyway.” The smile he attempted to direct at Quinlan was more of a grimace. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not,” Quinlan said, wiping away the tears blurring his eyesight as he lined Fox’s bones up, then jerked his shoulder back into its socket. Fox cried out in pain. “Sorry love,” Quinlan said, immediately wrapping his shoulder with strips of his robe. 

“C’mon. The faster we get to the medbay, the faster you can heal. You have your comm? We gotta keep moving.”

“You’re an idiot. It’s a good thing I slipped a tracker onto the guy who stabbed me.”

“You’re so smart babe.” Quinlan hissed as he put too much weight on the burnt foot. 

Fox pulled out his comm, sending Quin a worried look. “Thorn! We need an extraction–the mission went south and I got a little bit stabbed. We’re on level 9, heading towards the center pipe.”

Quinlan didn’t hear what Thorn said back, but Fox nodded and ended the call. “He’s on his way.” 

They reached the central pipe just as a transport lowered to their level. “Vibroblade to the shoulder,” Quinlan said. The Guard medic–Humerus?-- unwrapped Fox’s dressings to examine the wound. 

“This is bad,” he said, glancing at Fox’s face, which was obscured by his helmet. 

“I know,” Fox said softly. “Quin insisted I be brought back.” Thorn took off Fox’s helmet.

“Are you okay, General?” The medic asked. Yeah, it was Humerus.

“I mean–I have a burn on my ankle, but it’s not that bad. Focus on Fox!”

Thorn, Fox, and Humerus exchanged a look. The medic pulled out a bottle of pills. “You want some pain meds, sir?” 

Fox accepted them with his uninjured left arm and swallowed them dry. They were approaching the barracks, where the clone medbay was. 

“I recommend you leave, General,” Humerus said. “Your presence will only make things harder.”

“He–he won’t die, right?” Quinlan said nervously.

“The wound isn’t fatal, sir.”

That was enough for Quinlan, and he walked out of the medbay and back to his rooms in the temple.

Something wasn’t right though. He was getting a distinct feeling that he was missing something. 

He sighed. He might have to engage in his least favorite hobby: research.

Disgusting.

He walked down to the Jedi archives to look for the guidelines on clone injury.

Decommissioning.

That’s what the screen said. 

Injuries too serious to be treated easily, that result in the loss of or loss of use in a limb, as well as brain injuries, may result in decommissioning as the clone is no longer fit for battle.

No wonder Fox had told him to ignore him, no longer everyone had seemed so–so apologetic, they hadn’t wanted to tell him! Quinlan jumped to his feet. There was no way he was going to let them take him. He made his way back to the clone med bay, ignoring whoever was telling him he wasn’t supposed to be there.

“Fox, what the FU– Oh. Hello, Chancellor,” Vos said, cutting off abruptly and nodding politely. Rage was simmering in his gut, and he took several deep breaths. There is no passion, there is serenity. Anger makes you do stupid things. 

“Hello, Master Vos. Always a pleasure to see you. What brings you here today?” the chancellor responded pleasantly. Master Windu stood behind him, watching. 

“Checking in on Commander Fox, Sir. He was injured while we were in the field. Will he recover?”

The Chancellor’s face morphed into deep regret. “I’m afraid not, Master Jedi.” Vos’s heart started pounding. “My commander has unfortunately lost the use of his right arm. According to the regulation manuals, this results in a decommissioning.” No. No. No.

“Respectfully, Chancellor, I don’t think that’s necessary. A commander as experienced as Fox is a great asset to the republic. I’m sure a prosthetic could be fitted easily.”

“Can we discuss this away from the patient?” Palpatine said, pleasant as ever. Vos nodded mutely, allowing him to lead him outside of Fox’s room. Quinlan shot him a worried glance. Fox looked heartbroken and mouthed quickly, ‘don’t.’ Vos ignored him.

“I appreciate your concern over Commander Fox,” Palpatine began. “And trust me, no one is more sad than I to see him go.” 

Quinlan highly doubted that.

“However, the Republic is strained as it is. We cannot devote more budget to the upkeep of the clones. If one gets a prosthetic, soon they all will want them and that’s more money than we can spare.” No, they couldn’t take Fox from him–

“Sir, it’s just one. The troopers will understand that their commanders get more privileges. What about Commander Wolffe, of the 104th?”

“Master Plo Koon went against regulations to obtain the cybernetic eye for him, and should not have done so. We let it slide but a warning was issued. This is, unfortunately, how it is, Master Jedi.”

“I would like to add,” Master Windu chimed in for the first time that day, “that you are displaying a higher level of attachment than we prefer for Jedi to have. Your compassion is appreciated, but we cannot go against the rules. To do so would be anarchy. You must let him go.” 

Quinlan couldn’t do that. He–he fucking loved Fox. He’d never said it, they’d only been a casual thing, but it was true. He made his life so much better. They couldn’t just do this. 

“Besides,” Palpatine said, with that same sorrowful, apologetic look on his face, “I do not wish to be callous… but he is just a clone.”

Don’t punch him. Don’t punch him. There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no passion, there is serenity. There is no chaos, there is harmony. This was the leader of the entire republic. He was not going to punch him. 

Quinlan Vos looked at them with dead eyes and replied, “I understand. Sorry for the commotion.” He spun on his heel and left the room.

Now, which of his contacts would be the best to ask for a prosthetic arm?

Prosthetics and other similar accessories were common in the underworld. There was a thriving market for them, and finding one that could meet a clone’s specifications wasn’t hard. He paid a (frankly outrageous) fee for it and left for the medbay.

By then it was late, and his abilities as a Jedi Shadow allowed him to slip easily into Fox’s room. He was still there, thank the force.

Vos woke him up gently, shaking him. “Hey love,” he whispered. 

“Wh– oh, Quinlan. Hey.”

“You doing okay?” Quinlan kept his voice low and the arm hidden. Fox had in fact been amputated. Vos doubted that was entirely necessary, from what he knew of healing processes, but it wasn’t his field of exercise and this definitely made it easier.

“Yeah, I’m on meds. Listen, Quin–”

“Shh. It’ll be okay. I got you a prosthetic, we just need to attach it, where’s the best medic you have?”

“Quin, you really shouldn’t have done that. I don’t think they’ll let me go anyway. They… this shouldn’t have been an amputation. I had feeling in the arm, the shoulder joint was just messed up. Something’s gone wrong.”

“You think someone’s trying to get you killed?”

“Maybe, I don’t know. I’m just letting you know, you should leave now though, don’t get in trouble.”

“Fox, I’m not going to unpack how you all pretended you’d be okay and didn't tell me you were worried about this. We can deal with that later. But I’m not going to let them take you. Not from me, or the Guard, or anyone. Please let me do this. You can accept the punishment if you want if that’s what you need to say yes, but please.”

Fox sighed. “...Fine. Go ahead, but just–be careful.”

Quinlan smiled softly at him. “I always am. I’ll grab Humerus.”

The clone medic hurried over. Quinlan assured him that he would not get in trouble for this, and Quin was prepared to take all responsibility, then told him not to tell Fox that. Humerus nodded grimly and began the process. Quinlan held Fox’s good hand through the whole process, falling asleep halfway through. He hadn’t gotten much sleep. None, actually, since the incident. 

He woke with Humerus gently shaking him awake. “The Chancellor will be back soon to send him off to Kamino,” he said anxiously. “I hope you’re ready for what’s about to go down.”

Quinlan nodded nervously. Fox was asleep, which was good.

The Chancellor, Master Windu in tow, arrived soon after. 

As soon as he entered the room and saw Fox, Palpatine’s usual pleasant face twisted into angry disapproval. “Master Jedi,” he said, enunciating each syllable, “did you go against my and Master Windu’s direct orders?”

“Yes sir,” Quinlan said. “As a Jedi, it is my duty to do my best to help people. The arm came out of my personal pocket so the republic need not worry about the expense. It integrated very well with his systems. There is now no longer a reason to decommission him.” The chancellor seemed to be seething. He likely hadn’t ever had anyone disobey him.

Mace Windu stepped forward, frowning. “As much as your compassion for this clone is admirable, it shows a level of attachment we prefer for our members not to have. And your money could be spent on something better.”

“Respectfully, Master Windu, I would argue that saving a man’s life is really the ideal use of my money. And yes, Fox is my friend, but I would not place him over the world or my duties.” Quinlan wasn’t sure how much of that was true. It didn’t matter.

Windu sighed. “I will let this go, as it was a noble act. But there will be consequences, as disobeying your direct superior cannot go unpunished.” Relieved, Quinlan nodded at him. 

“Thank you, Master Windu.”

“Well, I suppose I am glad I get to keep my favorite Guard commander,” Palpatine said, his usual expression plastered firmly in place. “Thank you, Master Jedi.”

“Of course, Chancellor.” Quinlan inclined his head to him as well. 

Mace sighed. “You shall be put on a new shadow mission that has been in the works for a while. It will be for at least a month, off-planet, with minimal contact. Maybe this will help you gain clarity.”

That wasn’t as bad as Quinhad expected. This was okay. It was going to suck, sure, but it could have been so much worse.

Fox was staying. He was living. Sans an arm, but he was alive. Quinlan had succeeded. 

“Yes, Master Windu. Permission to first finish the mission I was on when Commander Fox got injured? We have a tracker placed on one of them.”

“Permission granted, Master Vos. I shall see you for your mission briefing at 0100 tomorrow.”

“Yes sir.” 

Windu and Palpatine left the infirmary. Fox was still sleeping. Humerus emerged from another room. “So we’re good?”

Quinlan gave him a tired smile. “Yeah. Maybe tell the men.”

“I’ll do that.” The medic paused. “Thanks, sir. For doing that for him.”

“Of course. I just hope he adjusts to the prosthetic easily enough.” Quin hesitated. “What kind of sleeping meds did you give him?”

“The good ones. He should be up in a few hours. The integration process is the most painful–the skin and tendons will heal, but this is the worst of it and our pain meds can only do so much.”

“Okay. Thanks, Humerus.” The medic nodded and left them alone. 

Quinlan took Fox’s hand in his again. “I’m never going to let them take you from me,” he whispered. 

Fox woke up a couple of hours later. “Still alive, always a plus,” he said drily, causing Quinlan to look up in excitement. “Oh, you’re awake! Yeah, you’re all set. How does it feel?”

Fox gingerly moved his new arm. “It’s okay. Hurts in the shoulder. Gonna take some getting used to. How’d the talk go? I’m going to kill Humerus for making sure I was out of it.” He was grumpy as ever. Quin smiled affectionately at him.

“The chancellor seemed pretty upset. Mace said I shouldn’t have done it, but I think mostly that was because of Palpatine’s orders. I’m being sent off on a mission with minimal contact soon as punishment.”

“Mm. Could be worse.” 

“Yeah. And that’ll give you time to adjust to the arm, so when I get back you can probably get back in the field!” He lowered his voice. “And I’m going to take you on a real date. Somewhere nice. Not just your office to talk for a few hours.” He grinned. “Of course, I wouldn’t mind a little stop by your bedroom…” 

Fox blushed and shoved him away. “A good date. That’d be nice.” His voice was sharp and curt in the way it got when he was embarrassed. Quinlan laughed softly, then frowned.

“First I’m going to hunt down those bastards that hurt you, though,” he growled. 

Fox regarded him expressionlessly. “Hot,” he commented.

Quinlan swatted him lightly on the head. “Shut up.” 

“Make me.”

Quinlan rolled his eyes. “If you want me to kiss you just ask for it,” he teased, and cut off Fox’s response by pressing his lips to his boyfriend’s. “I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too.”