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trying to come up with a reason as to why some robots in my scifi worldbuilding project have screen faces made of cultured cephalopod skin tissue instead of just like, LCDs, aside from the fact that it's possible w/ the setting's established level of technology and I think it's a cool concept

[hauntedhowlett-writes]

i can see you (miguel o'hara's version)

pairing: professor/mentor!miguel o’hara x graduate assistant!female reader

rating: explicit (18+ MDNI)

word count: 4.5k

summary:

As Dr. Miguel O’Hara’s graduate teaching and research assistant, you’ve spent years pushing down the inappropriate thoughts you’ve had about the brilliant, gorgeous man.

But what happens when a late night at the lab and a scientific breakthrough leads to a breakthrough of a different kind?

author's note:

my first (but probably not my last) miguel o'hara fic based on taylor swift's song "i can see you" from speak now tv. if you enjoyed this, please consider reblogging or commenting and letting me know your thoughts!

content warnings/tags:

explicit sexual content (18+ MDNI), explicit language, no use of y/n, alternate universe - no powers, age gap (undefined), presence of power dynamics (teacher/student), author took scientific liberties (forgive her, its been 10 years since bio II lab), pineapple on pizza, potentially bad spanish translations, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving), miguel picking reader up, unprotected p in v, size kink, choking, pet names, praise kink, competency kink, dirty talk. let me know if i've missed anything!

Translations you may need:

Universidad Estatal de Nueva York - State University of New York

Sí - Yes

Dios mío - My god

El Origen de la Genética Mutante - The Origen of Mutant Genetics

Mierda - Shit

Te lo prometo - I promise you

Lo juro por Dios - I swear to god

Arañita - little spider

Cállate - be quiet

Mirame - look at me

te sientes tan bien - you feel so good

Perfecto - perfect

________

You’re sitting in the front row, in the seat you’ve claimed as your spot, watching Dr. O’Hara pace in front of the projector screen that displays today’s lesson notes. 

“And what is the hallmark of this mutant gene that demonstrates its incompatibility for transmutation?” He asks the silent room of undergraduates that have found themselves on the roster for his Mutation Genomics III course at Universidad Estatal de Nueva York. 

A few hands go up around the room and Dr. O’Hara points to a student in the back who says, “Uh, it’s got a spiked protein arrangement that can’t be modified?”

“Is that a question or an answer?” Dr. O’Hara asks. There’s a sprinkle of laughter in the room and a smirk tilts his lips briefly. 

“An answer,” the student says more confidently. Dr. O’Hara nods.

“Correct, but that’s not the whole picture,” he says. His eyes catch yours and he gestures for you to join him. Your eyes go wide as you stand and walk to his side at the front of the class. “I’m sure some of you that actually use your available resources to pass my class recognize my teaching assistant. And if you don’t, I recommend visiting her office hours during this section because this is her area of research.”

Your cheeks feel warm as everyone’s attention falls to you. Dr. O’Hara hands you the data pad and steps back, giving you an encouraging nod. You tap the screen, bringing the diagram up on the holo projector and making it larger.

“You’re correct that the spiked protein arrangement can’t be modified, but there’s something more limiting in this particular model. If you look at it from this angle—,” you spin the DNA diagram, “you’ll see something else hindering the modification process. What do you see?”

Hands go up. Dr. O’Hara points to another student who says, “There’s a gap jump. The spike protein would continue to travel across the gap jump and avoid any inserts.”

“Exactly. So, what’s the potential alternative?” 

“Fill the gap. Target the spike protein in your modification cycle,” Dr. O’Hara finishes. “That’s all for today. Your exam next Wednesday will include this presentation, so don’t act surprised when you see the questions.”

A few students stop to speak with Dr. O’Hara as you gather your bag from your desk. His low voice calls your name, the timbre of it sending a shiver down your spine as you step up to his desk.

“You’re running a sequence right now, sí?” He asks, shuffling a stack of papers into order. 

“Yes, it should finish around seven tonight. Sorry, I know that it's late for a Friday,” you reply. He waves a hand dismissively.

“I’ll see you in the lab.” His brown eyes flick to yours and your stomach swoops, heart skipping a beat, same as it always does when he looks at you. 

Dr. Miguel O’Hara makes you nervous. Not only because he’s one of the most notable researchers in the field of mutant genomics, but also because he’s so handsome he leaves you breathless. He’s tall, towering over most men you’ve met, with broad shoulders and a tapered waist that are always covered by a suit and tie in the classroom or a lab coat in the research lab. His tan skin is complemented by dark hair and brown eyes that make you lose your train of thought when you stare into them for too long.

Which…is exactly what you’re doing now.

You clear your throat, stepping back from his desk. Had you been leaning closer? Christ, you hope not. You give him a brief smile before responding, “Yeah, see you tonight. Thank you, Dr. O’Hara!”

“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Miguel?” He calls after you. 

“Maybe when I’ve cracked the sequence!”

________

Miguel watches your hips sway in the jeans you wore to class today, the denim hugging your curves so well he has to bite back a groan. The door to the lecture hall slams shut behind you and he sighs, rubbing a hand over his jaw in frustration.

You drive him crazy. Every class period you’re sitting in the front row, watching him as you tap your pen to your lips or leaning over your desk just enough to give him a glimpse down your blouse or dress. Or you’re in the lab, delicately handling samples and extractions with a level of competency beyond your years, your lip caught between your teeth as you analyze a sequencing output. 

He looks forward to and dreads your impending graduation in equal measure, being free from the constant temptation but losing the greatest researcher he’s met in years. 

Miguel finishes gathering his belongings as the door opens and the next lecturer comes in, nodding at him in greeting. As he steps out into the warm Nueva York air, he has a weird sense that something big is coming. 

He just doesn’t know what.

________

Miguel is waiting for you outside of his double locked research lab that evening, suit jacket hung over his arm and the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up to reveal tan forearms dusted with dark hair. Your brain nearly short circuits at the sight, conjuring up images of those arms wrapped around your—

No, you think. He’s your mentor. Your handsome, intelligent, and very serious mentor. 

He looks up as you approach, corners of his lips tilting the slightest bit. Or maybe it’s a trick of the light, you can’t be sure, but he presses his palm to the biometric lock and the heavy metal doors slide open. He steps inside ahead of you, putting his face in the frame of the security camera. A red laser scans his face and a light above the second locked door goes from red to green, the click of the lock disengaging echoing in the anteroom. 

You follow him through the door and into his research lab. The fluorescent lights glimmer off the chrome equipment and pristine bench surfaces. A machine whirs, running the sequence analysis you’ve been waiting on. 

“LYLA, what’s the status?” Dr. O’Hara says as he sets his belongings on the desk in the corner.

“Sequence will complete on schedule. Also, your specimen delivery is available in the ultra low freezer,” Dr. O’Hara’s AI assistant, LYLA, announces, feminine voice carrying through the room. 

“I have a surprise for you,” Dr. O’Hara says, tugging on his lab coat as he walks towards the ultra low freezer. 

“A surprise?” You ask, setting your stuff down at the assistant’s work space. 

There’s the beep of a passcode being entered and the heavy freezer door being opened and shut. He’s holding a tray of cryovials, the contents varying in color. He sets the tray on a bench top near your desk and pulls one out, holding it up to the light.

“Isolated arachnoid mutagen,” he says. Your mouth drops open in shock. You rush forward, pressing in close to stare up at the vial with him. 

“You’re kidding,” you whisper. He hands the vial to you, fingers brushing yours. You hold it between your thumb and index finger to inspect the suspension, red in color with tiny flecks of black. “Dr. O’Hara, this is insane. How did you even get this?”

“A guy owed me a favor,” he says. You glance up at his face and you’re suddenly very aware of how close your bodies are. One deep breath and your chest would probably graze his, and did you just imagine his eyes dropping to your lips? 

“That’s one hell of a favor,” you murmur, stepping back. “You want me to work on the extraction?”

“If you don’t mind.”

“You say that like I’m not your research assistant. You can tell me to do anything.” Dr. O’Hara’s eyes go wide and you cough. “I mean, you know, lab related. Research stuff. Yeah. I’ll get started on this. LYLA? Power up the centrifuge and thermocycler, please.”

“Centrifuge is online. Thermocycler will reach optimal processing temperature in t-minus five minutes,” LYLA replies.

You set up all the necessary supplies and prepare the sample for the thermocycler, going through the motions that are now part of your muscle memory - extract, vortex, centrifuge, extract, wash, set in ice. You set your tray of samples into the thermocycler and remove your gloves to hit the start button.

________

Miguel watches you run the PCR test, fixated on the confidence with which you complete each step and your words from earlier continue to echo in his head.

“You can tell me to do anything.”

Dios mío, he thinks. He pinches the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut as he tries to will away the possibilities that anything could entail. 

“Sequence results are available. Would you like to review now?” LYLA asks. 

“Display,” Miguel says. You spin on your stool to view the hologram of the spliced DNA you prepared. He notices an issue immediately.

“Fuck,” you hiss, stepping up to the control screen and spinning the model. “There’s a deletion.”

“You knew there was a risk of that.” 

You zoom in on the model DNA strand, a broken gap shown in the mutation. “I know there was a risk, but it should have worked.”

Miguel crosses his arms and watches as you bring up the transillumination image of the DNA you had attempted to merge with a human sample. “You wanted it to work. Science is finite. There is no room for should.”

You glance at him. You look like you’re about to say something when the thermocycler beeps and he’s left to wonder what you would have said as you busy yourself with removing your tray of DNA samples. He leans against the bench as you assemble the agarose gel for electrophoresis. 

“Tell me, why do you think there was a deletion?” He asks. 

“The mutagen was incompatible with the human strand,” you murmur, adding dye to your vials. “Just the same as it has been the last dozen times.”

You’ve loaded the wells of the gel with your sample and set it in the tank, closing the lid and turning on the power supply. Miguel takes the remaining tray of arachnid samples to the freezer while your procedure runs. He understands your frustration, he’s run his fair share of failed experiments after all.

After about an hour, the hum of the electrical current from the electrophoresis tank shuts off. Miguel, who had been reviewing a journal submission for El Origen de la Genética Mutante, joins you at the bench as you remove your gel and set it on the UV transilluminator.

“LYLA, scan and project,” you ask the AI assistant. Miguel stands behind you, looking at the DNA bands you’ve generated. He’s momentarily distracted by the fact that he’s so close he can smell the sweet scent of your perfume, something citrusy that reminds him of summer.

You jump suddenly, back colliding with his chest. His hands come up to grip your waist, steadying you as you turn to face him, face lit up in the brightest grin.

“Miguel, look. This arachnid mutagen. It’s a potential match for insertion!” You say excitedly. “It has the same length as the deletion seen with the scorpion mutagen.”

“LYLA, show the current projection against the scorpion scan,” he says. The two images appear side by side and it’s clear that the band of arachnid mutagen fits definitively in a space that appears void in the scorpion samples. “Mierda.”

“You see it, right?” You ask. It’s then that Miguel realizes he’s still got his hands on your waist. He flexes his fingers experimentally, watching as your eyes go the slightest bit darker at the pressure.

“I can see it,” he murmurs. He wants so desperately to lean in closer, to back your body up until you’re pressed between the wall and his body, nowhere to go as his lips explore yours.

But he doesn’t. He drops his hands and puts much needed space between your bodies. He clears his throat.

“Prepare a combined sample,” Miguel says. You blink, checking your watch.

“It’s almost nine. Running a new combined sample would mean we’re here until close to midnight.”

“I’m familiar with how time passes, sí.”

“Are you sure you want—“

Miguel sighs, placing his hands on his hips. “You’re on the verge of one of the greatest scientific discoveries in the last decade. Do you think I give a shit about having to stay late? What kind of mentor would I be if I told you, ‘Oh just wait until Monday to change the scientific world’?”

“One with a work-life balance, probably,” you reply with a giggle. Miguel raises his eyebrows at you. “Okay, okay, combined sample. I’m on it.”

As you rush around the lab, it hits him that you called him Miguel. Not Dr. O’Hara. He’s not sure what that means but he’s certain he wants to hear his name from your lips again.

_______

Dr. O’Hara orders food while your new combined sequence runs, begrudgingly agreeing to a half pineapple and half sausage pizza to split. You’re sitting outside of the lab in the empty hallway, pizza box between you as you eat the slices over grease stained napkins. 

“What are your plans for after graduation?” Dr. O’Hara asks. You shrug.

“Probably get my doctorate. No one takes you seriously in this field without one.”

He frowns. “You’re on the cusp of a major breakthrough, one that could change our understanding of genetic modifications and mutants as we know it.”

“Yeah, and it’s coming from your lab. You’ll get listed as the first author, that’s how this goes.” You pick at your pizza crust, tearing the bread into tiny pieces that you sweep back into the box. 

“I won’t let that happen. If this works, you’ll be the first name on that paper,” Dr. O’Hara says vehemently. “Te lo prometo.”

You smile, caught in his gaze for a brief moment before an alarm rings from his watch. LYLA announces, “Sequencing complete.”

Dr. O’Hara stands, holding a hand out to you. You grasp his broad palm and he pulls you up with ease, the force of it making you stumble slightly. You press a hand to his chest to steady yourself, marveling at how solid he feels beneath your palm. 

“Sorry. Slipped,” you murmur.

He doesn’t say anything, just stares at you with a crease between his brow and storms in his eyes. His watch beeps again and he releases your hand to silence it, the spell broken between you. 

He unlocks the lab doors and you join him at the holoprojector, taking a deep breath. Dr. O’Hara brings up the sequence analysis, the hologram coming to life in the space between you. Your eyes scan the model, checking for gaps, deletions, frayed nucleotides, anything that could mean your procedure didn’t work.

You turn the projection this way and that, looking at it from every angle. You scan the result output reading, eyes jumping to the green SEQUENCING SUCCESSFUL text at the bottom. 

You turn to face Dr. O’Hara, eyes wide with surprise. “It worked.”

“It did,” he replies. 

“It worked,” you say again. You’re bouncing on the balls of your feet, your grin so wide it hurts your cheeks as you rush forward shouting, “It worked!”

Dr. O’Hara’s arms open to catch you, wrapping around your waist as he lifts you from the ground and spins you. He’s smiling, a rare sight for such a serious man, and it makes your heart pound in your chest as you stare up into his face.

“Dr. O’Hara?” You ask as he sets you down, his arms still wrapped tight around your back. “What—“

His lips collide with yours, stealing your breath from your lungs and your words from your brain as you melt against his broad body. The kiss is anything but gentle, with Miguel acting like a man starved as his tongue sweeps into your mouth.

“Dr. O’Hara—“

“Lo juro por Dios, if you call me that one more time,” he growls, lips trailing down your neck with wet kisses, “Miguel. Say it.”

“M-Miguel,” you whimper. He smiles against your neck before sinking his teeth against your pulse point, making you gasp. 

“That’s right,” he says, lifting his head. His brown eyes have gone dark and he’s smirking as his hands find the hem of your blouse, fingertips ghosting across the skin of your abdomen and dipping beneath the waist of your jeans. “Tell me what you want, arañita.”

Rather than trust your voice, you bring your own hands to his shirt collar, working at the buttons of his dress shirt as he opens the fly of your pants. He slips his hand lower just as you reach the last button of his shirt, revealing the tight white t-shirt that outlines his impressive chest.

His fingers rub you over your panties and you feel your knees buckle at the delicious friction. Miguel chuckles, removing his hand to grip the backs of your thighs and lift you against him, your legs wrapping around his trim waist and your hands holding onto his shoulders. He sets you down by his desk, reaching around you to sweep the surface clean, pens and paper falling to the floor.

“In a rush are we?” You say with a laugh. Miguel raises an eyebrow at you.

“Cállate.” He kneels before you, lifting each foot to remove your shoes before turning you to face the desk with his hands on your hips. He grasps the waist of your jeans and shimmies the material down over your hips. When they’re pooled around your ankles, his warm palms grip each ass cheek roughly, spreading you open. “This pussy is even prettier than I imagined,” he groans.

“You think about my pussy a lot, Dr. O’Hara?” You ask innocently. A palm lands a smack to your ass cheek, heat blooming across your skin as you gasp.

“Don’t play dumb, baby, I know you’ve thought about this just as much. You think I can’t see it. Trust me, I can see you watching me in class with those pretty little lips wrapped around your pen, wishing it was something else. Isn’t that right?”

You gasp as he runs his thick fingers through your soaked folds, reaching forward only enough to graze your clit without giving it the attention you desperately want. He leans himself over you, his chest pressed to your back and his lips grazing your ear as he says, “Answer me.”

“Yes, yes,” you pant, the confession earning you that delicious friction, his fingers drawing messy circles around the sensitive nub. He withdraws too soon for your liking, a whine falling from your lips that he shushes, his warm breath on your pussy. You turn your head to look over your shoulder, surprised to find him on his knees.

As you watch, he spreads your cheeks once more before leaning in, licking from your clit to your entrance with a rough groan. Your head drops down, hitting the surface of the desk with a thump as he eats you out like a man who’s found water in a desert. The sounds echoing in the lab are downright indecent, deep groans of appreciation against your cunt and desperate whines from your lips.

“Miguel,” you moan, unable to keep your hips still as his tongue drives you closer to the cliff’s edge of release. “Miguel, I’m gonna cum!”

The man only grips your hips harder, fingers digging deep as he holds you still and doubles his efforts. The thread you’re hanging on by snaps, sending you falling into ecstasy as your muscles go tight and your breath leaves you in a shout of his name as you unravel. 

He pulls away only long enough to stand and turn you to face him, lifting you so that you’re sitting on the edge of the desk, legs spread by his body. He wastes no time slipping two thick fingers inside of your still fluttering cunt, his grin sharp as he sets a pace that has you trying to wiggle away to escape the overstimulation.

“Ah, Miguel!” You yelp, trying to shut your legs. His free hand shoves one thigh wide, pressing it to the desk. “What–”

“Cum for me again, I need to see your face this time,” he demands. He curls his fingers, pressing against your front wall with each drag of his hand from your body. 

“I can’t!”

“What was it you said to me earlier? I can tell you to do anything?” He curls his fingers harder, focusing his efforts on a spot that has you squirming, desperate to get away and to cum in equal measure. “I’m telling you to cum again, arañita, so be a good girl and do as I say.”

Your orgasm crashes over you in a wave, the tightness in your abdomen unraveling as you clench around his fingers. His movements slow as you try to catch your breath until he’s withdrawing, leaving you feeling disparagingly empty.

“Mirame,” Miguel says. You lift your head, pushing yourself up on your elbows and watching as he unbuckles his belt. “You made a mess, baby.”

You feel your cheeks heat with embarrassment as you notice the wet stains on the front of his gray slacks. The feeling is short lived, however, as Miguel unbuttons his pants and pushes them down his thighs along with his boxers, kicking them to the side as he reaches behind his head and pulls his t-shirt off. You’re blown away by how stunning he is, broad shoulders and chest that lead to sculpted abs and a defined adonis belt that draws your eyes to his thick and intimidatingly long cock.

“There’s no way that’s going to fit,” you tell him nervously.

“Why don’t we test that hypothesis?” He asks, taking himself in hand. You blink at him.

“Did…did you just make a joke?” Laughter bubbles up your chest until it’s spilling into the room, your shoulders shaking with the force of it. Miguel takes himself in hand, notching the broad head of his length to your dripping entrance and sliding inside the barest amount, just the tip, but it has your laughter morphing into gasps.

“Mierda,” he murmurs, gaze fixed where your bodies connect. “So fucking tight, arañita.”

You feel like he’s splitting you apart, the stretch deep and all consuming as he fits himself inside of you, drawing back after each inch and slowly thrusting back in and giving you more of his cock in the process.

“You’re so close,” he tells you. “You’re doing so good for me. Tell me how it feels.”

“It feels so fucking good, Miguel,” you answer honestly. “I’m so full.”

“Fucking right you are,” he growls. His hands shove your blouse up, bunching the fabric under your armpits to expose your breasts. He tugs the cups of your bra down before leaning forward, the last bit of his length slipping inside of you as his lips wrap around a pert nipple and his hand gropes the opposite breast. 

Your back arches at all the sensation - the fullness and stretch of him inside of you, the warmth of his mouth and the pinch of his fingers. He moves his mouth to your other breast and looks up at you through dark lashes with darker eyes as he licks the taut peak while holding your gaze.

His hips draw back, the drag of each inch from your body exquisite torture until he slams into you, the force of it sliding you up the desk. You cry out, your hands gripping his shoulders and your fingernails leaving crescent shaped indents as you cling to him.

Miguel stands, his arms looping beneath your thighs so that the backs of your knees rest across his forearms, spreading you open as he picks up his pace. He looks down at your body like it’s his greatest discovery.

“Fuck, fuck, te sientes tan bien,” he growls. 

“Miguel,” you moan, “please, please, please!”

“What are you begging for, arañita? Tell me.” 

“Wanna cum, please, Miguel,” you beg. He drops your legs, reaching up to wrap a hand around the back of your neck, urging you to sit up. You keep one hand planted on the desk behind you, the other diving into his thick, dark hair, pulling at the strands.

He drags his strong nose along your jaw as he murmurs, “Greedy girl, but I’ll give you what you need. Won’t I?”

“Uh huh,” you moan in response. His other hand settles at the base of your throat and his eyes hold a question that has your pussy clenching around him in anticipation.

His palm creeps up, strong fingers wrapping around your delicate throat, squeezing the sides the slightest bit. Your eyes roll back at the pressure.

“Look at me,” Miguel demands, “look at me while I make you cum again with my hand around your pretty throat.”

You gasp for air as he pounds into you, your release sparkling at the edges of your vision. It explodes like a supernova across your nerves, your muscles tightening around him and making him moan, a deep rumble that you echo as his movements grow erratic.

He slams deep inside of you, cock pulsing and filling you with warmth as he groans your name, head dropped to your shoulder. You’re both panting, trying to catch your breath as the sweat on your skin cools and you run your fingers through his hair.

“That was—“

“Perfecto,” he finishes, lifting his head and pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, one that has your heart pounding even harder than the lust filled ones from earlier. “It’s late. Let’s get this cleaned up and get you home. I’ll drive you.”

“You don’t have to do that,” you argue. He scowls at you as you continue to say, “No, seriously, you don’t need to go out of your way—“

“Will you shut up for a minute?” Miguel asks. He holds your face in his hands as he says, “Get dressed. I’m driving you home.”

He steps back, the absence of him making you feel empty as you carefully stand from the desk on shaky legs. He hands you your jeans and you look around in confusion.

“Have you seen my underwear?” You ask.

“Hm? No, I don’t see them,” he hums, buttoning his slacks. The stain from earlier has blessedly faded. 

You shrug, pulling your jeans on and fixing your blouse. Miguel cleans up the stuff he’d knocked from the desk, putting it all back in haphazard piles and grabbing his bag. He holds his hand out to you.

“Let’s get out of here,” he says. He must sense the hesitation you’re feeling when you don’t immediately grab his hand because he steps close, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. “No one will see us. It’ll be our secret.”

You nod, digging your teeth into your bottom lip. “Just this once?”

“Not if I have anything to say about it, arañita.”

The most fantastic fanart by narutoss.ramen on insta that fits the vibe of professor! miguel:

[dingodad]

please god i need to know what U think of the whole “jadebloods are all female!” thing because i got into homestuck in 2019 around the time of friendsim and (retching) Lanque so i always assumed they were explicitly intended to be an all-female caste. however, re-reading the comic this year, i couldnt find a mention of it other than virgo and the Space aspect being really feminine, but i think kanayas journey with motherhood is more kanaya-centric than All-Jadebloods centric??

on one hand, it makes sense given that alternia has very real gendered oppression, so what’s better for that than CATHOLICISM?? on the other hand, i always saw kanaya as being transfem coded, because it connects so well with roxy yknow.. homestuck fans love to insist that certain characters just have to be cis women (kanaya, jade, roxy)

(as an aside; was “long hair was butch on alternia” a one off joke? i like speculation about alternia’s fashion opposing earth, lol)

most all of our basis for explicitly gendered interpretation of Alternia comes from act 6 intermission 3, where Aranea tells us that "jade 8loods were also an almost exclusively female caste". so the door has always been open for there to be "some male jadebloods". but it's a mistake to view this as having anything to do with any kind of "biological sex". the whole idea of biological sex among trolls is a smoke screen. the jadebloods' assigned gender at birth is "jadeblood". this is what makes them a feminised caste.

Caliborn doesn't have a clue what biological sex is. Aranea will tell you that there are boy cherubs and girl cherubs, but for your own sanity you need to cast this idea out of your mind: cherub sex takes place between good and evil cherubs - which is determined by their blood - and anything else is just roleplay. Caliborn's attitude toward sexing is that the ones he likes are boys - that's all the thought that goes into it. and that's the mindset we need to be aware of when we delve into understanding troll gender. there are some trolls who have breast tissue and some who don't, but they aren't "mammaries" in any sense, so there's no reason to believe they're actually sexual characteristics of any kind; maybe this is what Lord English chose to base his gender schema on, but the idea that this means there must be "male trolls" and "female trolls" is completely imagined for the narrative convenience of the human reader.

when we read that there are "male-dominated" highblood castes and therefore by implication female-populated lowblood castes, it's not by some coincidence of biology: the highblood castes are male-dominated BECAUSE they are highblood castes. each caste has a role to play in Caliborn's Alternia, and just as the highblooded roles are those of patriarchal domination, the lower castes must take on roles of feminised submission; and in the case of the jades in particular, this means breeding duties. the fact that this also comes with the expectation to wear makeup and pretty clothes is just more roleplay.

so tl;dr what i think of "the all jadebloods are female thing" is that it is very obviously true but in a way more 5 dimensional gender studies way than anyone else tends to mean when they say it

my pet "long hair was butch on alternia" headcanon - which is a joke but in the way all headcanons about alternia should be jokes of some kind - actually kind of relates to this lol. bc i figure that if gendered expectations of female trolls includes working in disgusting underground caverns filled with genetic material, it's going to be practical to keep your hair close to your head where it won't get dirty, in much the same way the feminist image of the short-haired woman became popular in the west during and after world war 2, wherein a lot of women had to start wearing their hair close to their heads to avoid scalping themselves in the factory machinery they suddenly had to start working with. hence kanaya dedicated to her assigned feminine role and wearing her hair short vs. porrim rebelling against it for feminist reasons and thus wearing her hair at a length that would be totally impractical for wading through gene pools.

[suzukiblu]

Day eighteen of fic NaNoWriMo, obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU.

“Definitely somewhere nice,” Tim says, trying not to get distracted by watching Kon drink the last of his smoothie. Why is this bastard  so attractive all the time, anyway? Tim doesn’t think Superman is attractive. Superman is just, like, generically and creepily too-perfectly handsome. Like a Ken doll or AI art. Kon looks like somebody with an actual personality. 

Tim is aware that Superman possesses an actual personality, yes, but it’s one that he spends half his life fucking lying about in one direction or another, so Tim doesn’t think it should even count at this point. Kon is honest. Genuine. Superman? Superman is sincere, maybe, but also is the asshole who’s let Kon think he doesn’t have a secret identity and left him to rot in a shitty lab and only just took him to the Fortress for the first time. 

Robin hasn’t told Kon his real name either, but at least Kon knows he has one. He can’t tell him his identity, but he was clear about that from the start and clear about its existence. Superman doesn’t tell Kon much of anything, Tim’s realizing. 

He wonders if Kon even knew the Fortress existed before Superman took him to it. He wonders if that’s the only time Superman's ever told him anything about Krypton. 

Considering what a big deal gets made of Superman being the last member of a dead civilization and dying race, you’d think he’d fucking care about telling his only genetic relative about it. Or just care about that relative, if nothing else. Which–look, Supergirl isn’t actually Kryptonian, she’s a protoplasmic matrix from an alternate universe who was loosely based on one, and Steel is an unenhanced human inside his armor. But Kon wasn’t just based on Superman, though, didn’t just take up the “S” out of respect–Kon was made directly from him, and made to be him. Has actual Kryptonian DNA in him and personal reasons to maybe care about Krypton as more than a very brief mention in someone else's history; has Superman’s DNA, and is probably the closest thing Superman’s ever going to get to seeing another Kryptonian who isn’t a probably-murderous Phantom Zone escapee. 

As far as Tim can tell, though, Superman thinks Kon’s an accessory more than anything else, and not even one he particularly cares to trot out. Like a stray dog in his neighborhood that he occasionally pets or leaves some kibble out for, but hasn’t bothered getting vaccinated or actually taking inside. Superboy isn’t his sidekick or his partner or anyone he supports outside of the occasional temporary emergency; he’s just some random kid he spares a moment for every now and then. Not a consistent presence in his life; not someone he considers a responsibility in his life. 

Tim exhales, carefully packs up the thoughts that are a little bit too “supervillain” for this stage in the process, and goes to find the clerk, who’s very happy to sign them up for a plan and accident insurance and sell them the phone and case and also some screen protectors and earbuds and a UV sanitizer and electronic wipes and then one of those PopSocket grip things with a neon-tinted sunset and some palm trees silhouetted on it. Tim seriously considers getting Kon a tablet too, but maybe that can wait a week or so; Kon’s looking a little overwhelmed right now. 

. . . then again, they’re already here, so . . . 

One tablet and a new set of screen protectors and another case and additional accident insurance later, the clerk is delighted enough that Tim knows they make commission and Kon is staring at him in obvious bewilderment as he pays for it all. 

“Hey, Tim,” Kon says very slowly. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but do you maybe have, like, some impulse control issues?” 

“No,” Tim lies as he programs his civilian number into Kon's contacts, then hands him his all set-up new phone and takes the very full bags with everything else in them from the clerk. “Wanna go walk around a little?” 

Specifically, go walk around until he spots something else he can justify buying for Kon. Maybe more jeans, if nothing else. He can say it'll be easier than having to buy Kon a new outfit every time they want to hang out. 

Not that he won't be doing that anyway, given half a chance, but Kon doesn't know that. 

Yet.

“Um, sure,” Kon says, and they head out of the store, leaving a very pleased salesperson behind with their commission. “You know, I can carry those, you don't have to–” 

“I'm kind of enjoying it, honestly,” Tim says with a shrug. He actually is, if only for the novelty factor of being the one carrying something for Kon for once. Kon turns red again and Tim immediately finds a new reason to enjoy carrying the bags. 

“Uh,” Kon says, glancing down at his new phone and turning it over in his hands. “Okay.” 

They walk a little as Kon plays with his phone, downloading apps and rearranging icons on the screen, and Tim keeps an eye out for tempting stores. They just ate, technically, so lunch can probably wait until they've hit another one or two. They could go to a movie, maybe; it'd reinforce Kon getting used to him paying for things. Wouldn't really get him anything material, though, and Tim's really trying to do as much of that as he can right now. Just in case Kon loses interest too quickly, he means. 

Well, he's got other identities to use, if he needs them. He can keep trying until Kon stays interested long enough to get him to the full execution of the lifestyle change. Tim can be patient, if it takes a few tries. He definitely wouldn't have picked his actual identity for this plan, if he'd thought of it sooner. 

. . . hm. Jewelry, maybe? Kon only really wears the one earring, but that’s just in the field anyway. Maybe he’d be up for some more accessories off it. The piercers obviously are out, but it’s still an option. Or boots or shoes that aren’t actually a part of his costume, or some new sunglasses. Salon and beauty supplies are an obvious no, art supplies definitely aren’t gonna appeal, he doubts the record store or comic shop or bookstore would either, he’s not even going to glance at Victoria’s Secret, he doesn’t know about the game store, and they’re definitely not going to the Hallmark Store or Yankee Candle. 

Or, god forbid, Bath & Body Works. 

Clothes are probably the best bet at this point, yeah, Tim is pretty sure. They can hit up a department store or something, maybe. Or maybe . . . well, he’s not sure, because he actually has no idea how Kon would want to dress if he weren’t in costume. Like, at all. 

He also doesn’t really know if Kon has any interests or hobbies beyond, like, watching Wendy the Werewolf Stalker and hitting on pretty girls. Does he? Like, what does he actually do in his downtime? 

Considering Tim is ninety-four percent certain Kon would die for literally anyone on the team, including himself, it’s a little weird to not know what he does to just . . . relax, or whatever. 

Okay. Start with jewelry, shoes, and clothes, and then use the browsing and window-shopping time to subtly interrogate Kon about what else he’s interested in checking out. That’s a reasonable plan of attack. He’ll take Kon to the cheesy airbrush T-shirt store or goddamn Build-A-Bear, if the bastard wants, that’s–

Hm. Actually . . . 

Well, it might be a stupid idea, or at least an idea Kon would think was stupid, but . . . 

Tim adjusts his route as he rolls over the idea currently in his head. Maybe it is stupid, but it’s, well . . . date-like, isn’t it? Like, it’s something he’d definitely have done for Steph or Ariana if he’d thought they’d like it. And this still isn’t their first date or even really a date at all, because Tim has standards and Kon deserves them, but that doesn’t mean he should be half-assing things here. 

Also, literally any excuse to buy Kon something, at this point. Even a kind of silly thing. 

“I want to check on something,” he says, and Kon glances sidelong at him again, looking curious. 

“Check on what?” he asks. 

“That'd be a spoiler,” Tim says, then crosses over to the toy store across the walkway. “Over here.” 

“Aren't we a little too old for this place?” Kon says, squinting skeptically up at the brightly-colored sign. “Actually I'm pretty sure I was born too old for this place.” 

“Who cares?” Tim asks, raising an eyebrow at him. 

“. . . alright, valid response,” Kon allows with a wry grin, then follows him into the store. Tim hasn't been in a toy store for anything not Robin-related in ages unless he counts the occasional game store visit, and even that he hasn't done in a while, so it is a little weird walking into one again. Still, he's got an idea and he's on a mission, so it's whatever.  

He glances around and finds what he's looking for pretty quick on a top-to-bottom wall of long shelves, then heads towards them. Kon keeps following him, looking around with badly-concealed curiosity. 

It occurs to Tim that Kon has possibly never actually been in a toy store before. He didn't make it sound like he had been with that “born too old” comment, at least, so unless he got roped into an appearance to promote some Superboy action figure or another . . . 

Not that Tim knows anything about any theoretical Superboy action figures or anything. And he definitely doesn't own three. 

. . . look, technically the one came with the–never mind. 

Tim looks over the wall of shelves while Kon looks at basically everything else, then makes a triumphant noise when he spots what he's after. He wasn't sure they'd have one. He transfers all of the shopping bags to one hand, leans down and plucks his find off the shelf, and then straightens back up and wags it at Kon with a smug smirk. 

“Gift shop stand-in,” he says. Kon blinks at him, then at the soft and fluffy stuffed goat in his hand. It doesn't particularly resemble the clay idol from the museum except in the sense of also being a goat, but it's still on-theme, Tim figures. 

“Huh?” Kon says. Tim pushes the goat at him. Kon takes it, looking bewildered. 

“I'm getting it for you,” Tim clarifies. “Consider it me making good on an IOU and also commemorating how good you are at your job.” 

Kon blinks again. Tilts his head. Looks down at the goat in his hands. 

Maybe it is a stupid idea, Tim thinks with a flash of uneasy self-consciousness. Maybe Steph or Ariana would've gone for something like this, but they're both girls, and Kon's a lot more concerned about looking “cool” than either of them ever were, and actually, presenting a guy he barely knows even counting the superheroics they're both regularly doing together with a fluffy little stuffed goat with white fur and stubby horns and, Tim is belatedly realizing, a brown heart-shaped spot over one of its eyes, is probably not the smoothest move anyone has ever pulled. Like–as far as flirting goes, a kid's toy is probably the literal antithesis of sexy or interesting, and Kon's used to, like, confident older women and beach bunnies in little bikinis and the celebrity treatment, not like, stupid kiddie stuff. 

Well, there's a reason Tim wouldn't have picked Tim Drake for this plan if he'd actually set the whole thing up in advance as opposed to just tripping face-first into a convenient opportunity. 

“I mean, if you want it,” he backtracks uncomfortably, suddenly feeling more than a little embarrassed about the whole idea. He'd thought it was date-like enough, getting somebody you were flirting with a stuffed animal. Though in retrospect usually that's, like, teddy bears on Valentine's Day and flowers and chocolate are involved, not just a freaking random goat you just plucked off a mall toy store shelf and–

“Uh,” Kon says, flicking his eyes up from the goat to look at him again, and his face is suddenly very, very red. “Okay. Sure.”

[is-the-owl-video-cute]

wait whats wrong with poodle mixes?

doodle fans are known for not caring about genetic screenings or breeding based on temperament, and even more commonly just crossing poodles with breeds distant enough that the outcome is too wide a spectrum to reliably predict.

There’s nothing inherently wrong with doodles themselves in a vacuum, but they’re a fad “designer dog” breed right now. Greeders (greedy breeders) make all sorts of lofty promises to first-time dog owners. They claim every doodle is hypoallergenic (they aren’t) and doesn’t shed (they absolutely shed). They say they’re the perfect lovable family dog (that really depends on training and hoping the greeder didn’t breed a child-aggressive dog). They say they’re easy to train (not inherently, poodles tend to train easy but that doesn’t mean the mutt produced when crossing them with any other breed will be). They say they’re low maintenance (doodles typically have coats that mat VERY easily and must be brushed thoroughly 1-2 times daily, I have never seen a doodle keeper actually do this and if you see doodles in public or online they’re often matted from toe to tip, then yeh owner complains when a groomer has to literally shave the entire dog to get it free of mats).

Doodles are just genuinely a scam. It’s not the fault of the dogs, and a doodle has just as much capability to be an excellent companion dog as any other mutt, but they rarely get that chance because they’re bought on impulse to keep up with the growing fad. The greeders producing them are con artists who intentionally target first-time and uneducated dog owners because they’re an easier mark. Since they give poor advice to clients, many of these clients have no idea how to train their dogs or how to deal with socialization and behavior issues as they arise. That’s where you get the completely neurotic nightmares vets and pet groomers think about when they hear a doodle has an appointment.

Doodles also attract the most annoying elitist white women on the planet who will try to gun you down for saying poodle mix or mutt instead of doodle.

[alice-in-adventureland]

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Group E Round 4

[image ID: the first image is of No Significant Harassment, a shadowy figure standing behind a sleeping pink-red, fox-like creature. their green hands seem to be holding up the floating creature. the second image is of Shrimp, a black creature with a blue and white collar. he has bright white eyes, 4 spindly legs, a long tail, and an oblong head. end ID]

No Significant Harassment

They're just a silly little guy. A jokester. Significant harassment if you will. Anyway, a more in depth run down: They're a city sized supercomputer built by a Buddhist adjacent society to figure out how to transcend the 'Great Cycle' (semi-metaphorical cycle of death and rebirth) in a safer way than the previous method (submerging oneself in the 'void sea' which is a mysterious golden liquid that dissolves whatever it touches). Despite being built for this express purpose NSH never really shows a pressing interest in ascension, even cracking jokes about those who are still looking for a solution. Whether this is due to indifference, dislike of, or humor to cope with being unable to ascend is not clear and really up to interpretation. Example: NSH: I wish them super good luck in that endeavor. How is it going to happen? Have the overseers gnaw through bedrock until their entire can crashes down in the void sea? BSM: Please be respectful when speaking of the Void Sea. Grey Wind, where did you hear this? CW: I really shouldn't say. He's going to attempt some sort of breeding program. Thought you might want to know. NSH: Haha with the slimers, lizards and etceteras? Surely the answer was in a lizard skull all along! He's very flippant, but does care very intensely for those close to him. NSH: Moon? It's me again. NSH: I do not know if you are receiving these. Please signal in any way you can. NSH: I need to talk to you. I need to know you're okay. NSH: … NSH: Its difficult for us to assist you over this distance. NSH: Even more difficult for us to do anything in the midst of these tantrums. NSH: Were going to try everything that we can. NSH: Just hold on a little longer. (Context for previous convo: They genetically engineered a super organism of a slugcat (the species you play as in Rain World) to help reset his coworker/sibling after her collapse and restart her systems. He was so desperate to fix her that he accidentally messed up the slugcat's (Hunter) genetic code and as a result it became riddle with the Rot (relatively similar to aggressive cancer) :( which parallels his other coworker/siblings condition who also has the rot. ) He canonically uses he/they pronouns too! Nonbinary swag! NSH has major internet troll vibes. He has sent a data pearl of "something distasteful" to his neighbors on several(?) occasions and causes chaos. If he had access to the wider internet he'd probably be an influencer So…yeah! Vote NSH this website likes the allure of heavy machinery and stuff like that so… there you go. Kind of a blorbo. End post.

Shrimp

Ok so Shrimp is public enemy #1 and I love him. He's the funny little guy you see on your loading screen during the game who you don't think much of until eventually you find an asylum on one of the floors of the Upturned Inn and oops! Shrimp is there! And you need to free him to progress, which Ik is alarmed by even though you can also just tell him you didn't see/free Shrimp. You can put a collar on this little guy to make him look snazzy, despite how little he's with you. On the floors where he's friendly he kind of just follows you around, so you get to have a little buddy for parts of the game! He's basically just your pet dog who may or may not be severely dangerous. And by may or may not I mean a definite yes he is, because he turns aggressive when he gets especially hungry. He can eat the food objects scattered around, though, so that's avoidable! He can also stay with you for nice little elevator rides, which does concern Ik, but it works out! until he starts trying to attack you but if you don't feed your dog then I don't care if it attacks you [additional propaganda 1] [additional propaganda 2] [additional propaganda 3]

[shijiujun]

光渊 Justice in the Dark | Silent Reading / Abyss / Modu 默读 LA Review

Summary:

Luo Weizhao (in the novel Luo Wenzhou) is a seasoned police officer together with his partner Tao Ze (in the novel Tao Ran), and they get entangled in several cases that seemingly have nothing to do with each other, together with a younger man they’ve known for seven years, Pei Su (in the novel Fei Du). 

Total Episodes: 

30 in total, each around 50-55 min long. Pacing is not very tight though, which might make the drama a tad bittt boring for those not committed to it lols.

Where to Watch:

Subs are up on Youku international already so go go go.

Novel - Drama Differences:

The plot in terms of cases FOLLOWS for now (in the first 8 episodes from what I can see) with the novel. There are a few setting differences which I have no idea what for, but whatever right, and I don’t think it really affects the plot or the gay itself, but if you’re a real lover idk if you guys got a pet peeve with this:

Set in the future: Like idek why it’s set in the future in a new era cuz there’s nothing different about this era in terms of look or technology, if i had to make a comment it’d probably be that they REGRESSED in time cuz they’re using fucking blackberry and like PSP 

Genetic/Eugenics: There’s now a new category of people who are prone to crimes because they got this gene thing or some mutation argh whatever the hell because they cannot decide how they want to explain this or weave this in properly?? LIKE IDGI and it’s never been a genes vs. nurturing kind of thing ya know, so they’re making it super clear cut for some reason i.e. genetics has been an underlying theme that was reserved for Fei Du and his dad, but suddenly it’s like a whole new race of people like wtf

Everyone’s names are different including the cat’s, BLASPHEMY

CGI Effects: OH SWEET JESUS they green screened RAIN and a CAKE splattering in a fight and BUILDINGS from the top of a building AND THEY DID NOT DO IT WELL we are back at Guardian era CGI and green screen

Gaymeter:

I’d say it’s still there, all the cute moments between Zhoudu and Tao Ran + Fei Du are still there. I assume they’ll continue to adhere to some of it.

How are the actors:

ZXC: He’s great but no one is happy with his wardrobe like as someone on weibo put it, he’s basically like... a young master who’s choosing to dress like his butler, cannot unsee - but he’s pretty as fuck, and he’s very Fei Du, except for the fact that he agrees that people commit crimes because of that gene which is sort of different from what the underlying message of Modu has always been

FXB: He’s okay looking tbh but LWZ in my head was like super fit, a bit older but also like a young DILF type, the current LWZ steps a tad bit into uncledom

Tao Ran: ABSOLUTELY spot on and he’s damn cute too

[where-dreamers-go]

"Your World" Franklin Webb x Reader

(A/N: I finally got another idea I could work with! I’m very picky about ideas for Franklin. He deserves all the love!

After the events of Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom and Jurassic World: Dominion.

Warnings: Fluff. Pet names like sweetheart.

Word Count: 752 words)

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Jurassic World. Was that what some referred to the new normal on the planet as? Deeply ironic, but hit the point. Genetically modified dinosaurs roamed the earth.

Your world, your life had changed more than ever. Dinosaurs, environments, warnings, food, and love. The latter seemed to have affected you more so. Love opened your eyes to feelings and advised you on the world’s changes.

The opening of the front door startled you only for a second.

Right on time. No accidents. You thought in relief. Just him.

At the sound of shoes being removed, you stood from your desk area and headed towards the sounds.

Bubbling excitement filled your chest as you got closer. It was difficult not to; your best friend was home. Your love.

As you rounded the corner, Franklin’s sweet brown eyes were already looking your way. Expecting you and waiting.

“Hey sweetheart, welcome back.”

Meeting in the middle, the two of you embraced warmly. His arms snug around your waist.

“I missed you.” Franklin kissed your lips, savoring the feelings brought on by being home safe with you.

“Mmhmm.” You pressed your lips to his nose, chin, and jaw before making your way to his neck. “Missed you too.” Your fingers ran over his hair. “How was work?”

“Busy.” He murmured as he tilted his neck, hands moving lower.

One word answers were usually a long, tiring story too heavy to fully recall. Relating to his new job, it was bound to be a handful.

You pulled back and took a better look at Franklin’s face. Noticing the strain in his eyes left from many hours in front of a screen, made your expression fall.

“How long has it been since you last laid eyes on a screen?” You questioned, eyeing the bag slung over his shoulder.

Franklin exhaled. He knew where the question was leading.

“You just checked your phone?”

“Yeah. I did…” He answered truthfully.

“You need a break. It’s basically a rule.”

The corner of his lips curled up.

“And how long have you been behind your desk?”

Oh, uh. Your thoughts hesitated any reply. Hours.

“It’s basically a rule.” He restated your words. “And if one of us is going to follow it,” he placed his hands on your hips and guided you to walk backwards, “we both should.”

“That’s fair.” Your fingers laced together behind his neck.

With each step, you trusted him to lead where you could not see. Just as he trusted you to protect him from what he did not wish to see.

His route was heading in the direction of the couch. A safe space. One of memories and hopes for new ones each day.

“Do you have any plans for this break of ours?”

Franklin’s lips pulled into a grin.

“Ohh.” You giggled.

I’m going to be sandwiched between him and the couch or vice versa.

Having reached the specific piece of furniture, he released you to drop his bag to the floor.

You on the other hand, flopped back onto the couch cushions happily.

“So, how long is our break?” Franklin questioned as he climbed over you gingerly. “Half an hour?”

“Half an hour at least.”

Conscious of himself, he laid with you on the couch. Only mostly on top of you.

Eagerness to spend time with your partner led you to wrapping him in an embrace once again. Letting him tuck his head beside yours and soaking in all the genuine love you had for one another. You two being that close, both physically and emotionally, was one of your favorite parts of life with Franklin.

A kiss was pressed to the corner of your mouth.

“I’m proud of you,” you whispered. “You’re sharing your wonderful self to help others.”

“Thank you.” Franklin kissed you again.

“Islands, dinosaurs, questionable motives involving DNA—you’re still my tech babe.”

He groaned.

“Tech babe,” you repeated.

“Out of any other nickname,” he sighed.

“Yup.”

You smiled proudly.

He chuckled softly and said, “At least you don’t say it publicly.”

“True and they might get intimidated by your awesomeness.”

“I doubt it.”

“Never doubt your skills.”

“I don’t…just the effect of the nickname.”

Kissing his nose, you declared, “That’s why I reserve it just for you.”

A smile reappeared on his face. Gaze soft as he looked upon you.

“What?” You questioned his expression quietly.

“You’re my world…you know that, right?”

“I do.” You rubbed his back soothingly. “And you’re my world, Franklin. Always remember that.”

“I will.”

~~~

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[drstonetrivia]

Swallows or Sparrows?

Both birds are easy to mix up because of their similar names, but they're actually from two very different families. You may also be wondering how this is relevant to Dr. STONE but bear with me, because this is a thread about those stoned birds.

Firstly, why bother trying to figure out what tiny bird got petrified, it's just a tiny bird! Well, maybe learning more about these birds will help us find out why they were chosen as the petrification beam test (if it was one...) rather than another animal, such as dogs or cats.

Secondly, what's the difference? Actually a fair amount, going by their bodies. If we assume Senku is only dealing with the most common Japanese species for both, it means we have barn swallows (H. r. gutturalis) and Eurasian tree sparrows (P. m. saturatus) to work with.

Barn swallows are a bird with a white underbelly, blue-black back and a red face. They're small birds with forked tail feathers as shown in the picture. Comparing it to the anime, you'd be like "wow! that's a swallow right there!" but I wouldn't be writing if it was that simple…

tree sparrows are similarly small, but they’re mostly brown and have a white ring around their necks. You're probably wondering how anyone can mix these birds up when they look so different in color, but looking at the manga images 1. there's no forked tail 2. the white underbelly and neck is visible, so what is the truth? 🤔

If the visuals can't help us, maybe the language can? (Spoilers: it can't.) In early chapters, Senku uses the word "sparrows" although in Japanese the word for swallows ツバメ (tsubame) is used, even if the art depicts something closer to a sparrow anyways.

Then later in chapter 157, we see a screen with "Petrified Swallows?!" written on it and both kinds of birds shown (check the tail feathers)!! And suddenly everyone is calling them swallows.

(If you're curious, the word for sparrow is スズメ (suzume) in Japanese. Also, the tree sparrows may be house sparrows I'm honestly not sure because there's not much to go on.)

Analysis

Given the birds don't seem to be consistent, let's find out why they may be used interchangeably. Both are found around the world, not all of them migrate (it depends on the subspecies) and they've got different nesting methods (tidy and cup-shaped nests versus untidy nests in tree or rock cavities).

Why are both of those facts relevant? Well as it turns out, both birds have found themselves moving into human-populated areas because of that. A barn swallow got its name from, unsurprisingly, living in barns and other man-made structures. In Japan specifically, barn swallows are an urban bird. Tree sparrows are similar in that they're widespread in towns and cities, also specifically in eastern Asia.

Could the birds have been a test to see if the beam could penetrate human structures and cover the whole world? Is the fact that sparrows and swallows aren't domesticated creatures relevant? Are the 'normal' pets simply too different genetically to be a good test (e.g. cats, dogs and/or pigeons with their many shapes and colors)? It's definitely an interesting choice.

In conclusion, I have no idea why they're so inconsistent or what the decisions behind them were, but at the same time ignoring why these birds were specifically chosen to be petrified I think is an important clue about the petrification event that not many people consider.

Also if you ever want me to source any of the chapters, images or facts I'm talking about, you're welcome to ask! (Note I did not check to see if there was any birdsong in the anime but that would be an interesting thing to consider too!)

[bearrhi]

The Sims 4 Mods Directory (WIP)

[ Accessories ] ⇢ [ Bracelets ♡ Earrings ♡ Eyewear ♡ Headwear ♡ Leggings ♡ Nails ♡ Rings ♡ Socks ]

[ Animations ♡ Poses ]

[ Build/buy ] ⇢ [ Build ♡ Buy ]

[ Challenges ]

[ Clothing ] ⇢ [ Infant ♡ Toddler ♡ Child ♡ Female ♡ Male ♡ Sets ]

[ Gameplay Mods ]

[ Genetics ] ⇢ [ Eyes ♡ Skintones ♡ Skin details ♡ Teeth ]

[ Hair ] ⇢ [ Infant ♡ Toddler ♡ Child ♡ Female ♡ Male ]

[ Lots ] ⇢ [ Residential ♡ Nighclubs ]

[ Makeup ] ⇢ [ Blush ♡ Contour ♡ Eyeshadow ♡ Lipstick ♡ Sets ]

[ Occult ] ⇢ [ Horns ♡ Tails ]

[ Overrides ] ⇢ [ CAS Backgrounds ♡ Loading Screens ♡ Fonts ]

[ Pets ]

[ Shoes ] ⇢ [ Infant ♡ Toddler ♡ Child ♡ Female ♡ Male ]

[marvyccfinds]

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child, toddler

hairline, bangs

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blush (TBA), face mask, face paint, body paint

lipstick, tears, bandage, scars

Tattoos

Clothes:

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child, toddler

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[magnoliamyrrh]

woke up and still wanna pirate the sims 4 but i have a feeling not only will i spend too much time on something that will turn out boring, but ultimately ill get frustrated

if there's One thing ive been waiting on its horses but somehow despite being a Separate "expansion pack" and costing twice the amount that sims 3 pets did, they are sooo much worse than sims 3 pets

- cant lead horses (why??? this is so basic and soooo bad that its missing, it alone makes me not wanna pirate)

- breeding genetics are just carbon copy of one parent or the other essentially, no mixing no fun colours either ull have to edit the foals if u wsnt anything more unique

- horses can only repeatedly jump the same jump over and over and over again which looks unnatural and god awful, meanwhile in sims 3 u could build entire jumping courses; much more fun :(

- very few interactions between kids and horses and cant teach ur own kids how to ride

- new world comes w very few big plots???? why did noone think this through?? they should have finally made a world w big ones?

- the lack of open world and loading screens makes horses more painful tbh

- no wild horses, and they didnt bother to implement the unicorn in any sort of way whatsoever despite that being such a cool part of the sims 3

- no sims aspirations around horses or ranching or anything like that, no new jobs added, and the vet career cant interact w horses

-cant ride around in groups anywhere horses seem to be soley a single activity

- nevermind that they didnt add anything new that they could have such as different gates, ponies and horses, or idk other shit

just,,,,,,, , , , why??? why is this a whole expansion pack for horses and it misses so much more than sims 3 pets damn it? and costs more? And No Leading???

[westcoastcavalie08]

The Consequences of Backyard Breeding: A Closer Look

Backyard breeding, driven by good intentions but lacking the necessary expertise and ethical considerations, has far-reaching consequences for both dogs and their future owners. Taking a closer look at the aftermath of backyard breeding reveals a range of challenges that impact the health, well-being, and overall quality of life for these animals.

1. Genetic Health Complications:

Backyard breeding often neglects proper genetic screening, leading to an increased risk of hereditary conditions in the offspring. This results in puppies facing a higher likelihood of health complications.

2. Predisposition to Inherited Diseases:

Dogs bred without thorough consideration of their lineage may carry inherited diseases. These conditions can manifest in various forms, impacting the overall health and longevity of the animals.

3. Limited Socialization and Behavioral Issues:

Backyard-bred puppies frequently lack essential socialization experiences. This deficit can result in behavioral issues, including fearfulness, anxiety, and challenges in adapting to new environments.

4. Unsustainable Breeding Practices:

backyard breeder may engage in unsustainable breeding practices, leading to overbreeding of female dogs. This can have severe consequences for the health and well-being of the breeding dogs.

5. Overpopulation and Strain on Shelters:

Unplanned litters contribute to pet overpopulation, placing a strain on animal shelters and rescue organizations. Many dogs from backyard breeding may end up in shelters, further exacerbating the challenges faced by these facilities.

6. Financial Strain on Owners:

Owners of dogs from backyard breeding may face unexpected financial strain due to veterinary bills for addressing hereditary conditions or treating illnesses that arise from inadequate breeding practices.

7. Lack of Responsible Ownership Education:

Backyard breeding often occurs without providing new owners with essential education about responsible pet ownership. This can result in unprepared owners facing challenges in caring for the unique needs of their dogs.

8. Emotional Toll on Animals:

Dogs from backyard breeding may experience emotional distress due to early separation from their mothers, limited socialization, and exposure to stressful living conditions. This emotional toll can persist into adulthood.

9. Risk of Abandonment:

Unwanted or problematic dogs from backyard breeding may face an increased risk of abandonment. When owners struggle to cope with the consequences of inadequate breeding, dogs may be relinquished or abandoned.

10. Contributing to the Cycle of Irresponsible Breeding:

Backyard breeding contributes to the perpetuation of irresponsible breeding practices. Puppies from these environments may grow up to become breeding dogs themselves, continuing the cycle of inadequate care and breeding.

11. Healthcare Challenges for Puppies:

Puppies from backyard breeding may lack proper veterinary care and vaccinations, making them more susceptible to infectious diseases. This compromises their health and adds to the potential financial burden on owners.

12. Impact on Canine Well-Being:

The consequences of backyard breeding have a profound impact on the overall well-being of dogs. From physical health issues to behavioral challenges, these consequences can affect the entire lifespan of the animals.

13. Strain on Local Animal Control Services:

The influx of dogs from backyard breeding can strain local animal control services, diverting resources away from addressing other animal welfare issues or emergencies in the community.

14. Education Gaps in the Community:

Backyard breeding highlights gaps in community education regarding responsible breeding practices. Bridging these gaps is essential for promoting a culture of responsible pet ownership.

15. Advocacy for Responsible Breeding:

A closer look at the consequences of backyard breeding emphasizes the importance of advocacy for responsible breeding practices. This includes promoting awareness, education, and support for initiatives that discourage backyard breeding.

Conclusion

Understanding the consequences of backyard breeding compels us to take action to break this cycle. By advocating for responsible breeding practices, supporting education initiatives, and making informed choices when acquiring a pet, we can collectively work towards a future where all dogs are bred and raised in environments that prioritize their health, happiness, and overall well-being.

[ernesttavars934]

Unveiling the Beauty and Brilliance of Black German Shepherd Puppies For Sale: Your Ultimate Guide

When it comes to loyal, intelligent, and versatile canine companions, few breeds can match the excellence of the black German shepherd puppies for sale in 2024. Among the various coat colors that this remarkable breed comes in, the black German Shepherd stands out as a symbol of elegance, strength, and unmatched beauty. In this comprehensive guide, we will explore the unique qualities of black German Shepherds and provide valuable insights for those seeking a faithful companion. Additionally, we'll discuss the process of finding a black German Shepherd for sale and the considerations that go into making the right choice.

Understanding the Black German Shepherd

The black German Shepherd is a striking variant of the standard German Shepherd breed, characterized by its sleek, solid black coat. While the classic tan and black coloration is more commonly associated with German Shepherds, the black variation has gained popularity for its distinct appearance and regal demeanor. It's essential to note that the black coat does not alter the breed's exceptional traits, including intelligence, loyalty, and versatility.

Physical Characteristics: Black German Shepherds share the same physical characteristics as their counterparts with different coat colors. They typically have a well-muscled body, erect ears, a bushy tail, and a keen expression. The coat is dense and straight, providing protection against various weather conditions. The solid black coloration enhances the breed's overall majestic appearance, making them stand out in any setting.

Temperament and Personality Traits: One of the most appealing aspects of the German Shepherd breed is its well-balanced temperament. Black German Shepherds, like their counterparts, are known for their intelligence, loyalty, and versatility. They are highly trainable and excel in various roles, including as family pets, service dogs, and working dogs. These dogs are known for their protective instincts, making them excellent guardians for households.

Training and Socialization: Training a black German Shepherd is a rewarding experience due to their quick learning abilities and eagerness to please their owners. Early socialization is crucial to ensure that these dogs grow up to be well-adjusted and confident. Positive reinforcement techniques, consistency, and patience are key elements in training these intelligent canines.

Health Considerations: Before searching for a black German Shepherd for sale, it's essential to be aware of the breed's potential health concerns. Regular veterinary check-ups, a balanced diet, and regular exercise contribute to the overall well-being of these dogs. Like many large breeds, German Shepherds may be prone to hip dysplasia and certain genetic conditions. Responsible breeders prioritize the health of their dogs through thorough health screenings and appropriate breeding practices.

Finding a Black German Shepherd for Sale

Once you've decided that a black German Shepherd is the right fit for you, the next step is to find a reputable breeder. It's crucial to choose a breeder with a strong reputation for ethical breeding practices, prioritizing the health and well-being of the dogs. Research online reviews, ask for references, and visit the breeder's facility if possible. Reputable breeders are transparent about their breeding practices, provide health certificates, and are genuinely passionate about the breed.

Consider Adoption: While finding a black German Shepherd for sale from a breeder is a common route, adoption is also a commendable option. Many German Shepherds, including black ones, end up in shelters or rescue organizations due to various reasons. Adopting a dog not only provides a loving home for a deserving animal but also contributes to reducing the number of homeless pets. Check local shelters, rescue groups, and online platforms dedicated to rehoming German Shepherds.

The Cost of Owning a Black German Shepherd: Owning a dog comes with financial responsibilities, and it's essential to be prepared for the costs associated with caring for a black German Shepherd. These may include initial adoption or purchase fees, veterinary expenses, grooming supplies, food, and regular vaccinations. Investing in quality food, preventive healthcare, and training will contribute to the long and healthy life of your black German Shepherd.

Caring for Your Black German Shepherd: Proper care is vital to ensure the well-being of your black German Shepherd. Regular exercise, a balanced diet, and mental stimulation are crucial for this active and intelligent breed. Grooming requirements may vary depending on the individual dog's coat length, but regular brushing helps maintain a healthy coat and reduces shedding. Additionally, providing your German Shepherd with love, attention, and a sense of purpose will strengthen the bond between you and your furry friend.

Conclusion

In conclusion, the black German Shepherd is a magnificent and intelligent breed that makes an excellent companion for those willing to invest time, effort, and love. Whether you choose to purchase from a reputable breeder or adopt from a rescue organization, the key is to prioritize the well-being of the dog. By understanding the breed's characteristics, considering health factors, and providing proper care, you can enjoy a fulfilling and lifelong relationship with your black German Shepherd. So, embark on this exciting journey of welcoming a black German Shepherd into your life and experience the joy of having a loyal and devoted friend by your side.