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How do egg-eating snakes breathe while they're eating? I've seen x-rays of the internal process of digesting them and it looks like they would suffocate before cracking the shell!

Great question! It does look pretty...intense.

The honest answer is that, for snakes, breathing is just overrated! The process of cracking the shell doesn't take a super long time, and it's no problem for the snake to hold their breath for the five minutes or so they need.

If they need to take a breath during the process, that's where the glottis comes in! See the tube on the floor of this snake's mouth?

That's the glottis, and all snakes have them. They function as a sort of breathing tube while snakes eat, and they can actually move them around their food as they eat. It's pretty wild.

So, yeah! It's a combination of low oxygen requirements and anatomy designed for breathing around large food items.

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This is him now 💜 My colleague took him in. He has three cat siblings - including his soulmate, Larry.

So, this little bat-eared goblin was mewling pitifully under my window in this dreadful weather. I took him in, warmed him, fed him and took him to the vet. His name is Tykki, he is about 4-5 weeks old and weighs next to nothing - 400 g. Lovely as he is, I don't plan to keep him, my two darlings are quite enough for me. I will make sure he ends up in a good home.

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...I have Opinions(TM) about KinnPorsche but this little tidbit? I love this

MY FRIEND, I ABSOLUTELY CAN!!!! 🥰 Starting from the beginning…

PART ONE: ORIGINAL FILMANIA PRODUCTION & FATE

It’s 2019-20, you’re Mile Phakphum Romsaithong, a very rich socialite who plays guitar. You’re bored and you’ve been thinking about getting into acting, and have been offered misc. BL casting opportunities before (1), but never really felt like any of them were For You, so you turned them down. 

Then, one day, you find out that there is a BL currently casting from the studio Filmania, where the male lead is based on you (2), at least your public persona/physically/whatever. Being a puppy of a man, you are delighted, and go read the script, and then the books, and decide you’ll go to the casting call for it.

At casting call, you re-meet Apo Nattawin Wattanagitiphat (3), who you went to college with and had a giant crush on (4). You guys hit it off IMMEDIATELY, chemistry unhinged, and get cast as Kinn and Porsche. Apo takes it, even though he has historically had a bad experience with the Thai acting industry (5). You are delighted by this incidence of FATE!!!!!!

PART TWO: IF YOU DON’T HAVE FATE ON YOUR SIDE STORE-BOUGHT IS FINE

The show gets dropped (6) Something something the authors, something something the company, whatever. I assume, if you are Mile, you are very sad! And if you’re Apo you’re also pretty sad, because it seemed like for once even with all the industry BS you had a cool dude on your side who you hit it off with, and it was gonna be a cool show. On the heels of that, if you are Mile, and have stacks of money, and see your college crush who is an unbelievable actor about to re-give up on acting and call it a wash, you are like, “wait, I have stacks of money and know everyone”.

So you, Mile, call up the head of the small talent agency you’re signed with, Be On Cloud, which is really just your buddy Pond Krisda Witthayakhajorndet in a fake mustache and a trench coat, and go, hey! So! Have you ever wanted to make television? I have a man here I CANNOT allow to be sad under any circumstances, and also, we’re really good at this and there’s an audience here.

PART THREE: BE ON CLOUD, KINNPORSCHE TAKE TWO!!!!

Pond, being just as unhinged as Mile, thinks about it for a second, and is like. Well. How different can making television be from running an event planning company, which is my real job (7). It’s just calling up a bunch of different guys who are good at their jobs and putting them in one place. And I know so many different guys! Let’s do it!

They get the rights (handwaves this I don’t know anything about it) and jump into production. They get their shit together UNREALISTICALLY quickly (6), and on top of that, since they’re starting from scratch and they’re just A Bunch Of Guys led by Pond and Mile, they decide that their priorities are #1 making art and #2 making Apo happy. With regards to #1, they rework the script (8), hire the best acting coaches money can afford, and put the cast through character-building and intimacy workshops. With regards to #2, they toss out all the industry bullshit that has sucked for him in the past – no more crew/cast hierarchy (9), no more homophobia on-set (10), no more fake fanservice (11).

FINALE: MIRACLES IF U BELIEVE ETC.

Magically, it turns out, when you create a great working environment, you get really, really good TV!!!!! Which means that their unhinged plan succeeded beyond their wildest dreams, and now Mile & Apo are internationally famous superstars who hang out 24/7 with their squad of 16 close friends, and we get to watch them do it. And it has been, genuinely, a fucking privilege. 

To end this tale with a personal note, one of the reasons I allowed myself to get so invested in KinnPorsche so fast is because it was evident from every aspect of it – the show itself, the BTS, the actors interviews – that the people working on this show both really cared about the show and were genuinely having a great time. There is nothing like seeing art made by people who are passionate about making it! 

Their enthusiasm, their hard work, and their obvious enjoyment of the process & each other’s company are what made me feel like I could trust what they were making, because you could tell no matter what else it was, it was from the heart. And that’s really something special! Especially in this day and age!! 

And even though they could pull it off this time because of the circumstances (financial and social), I hope that it shows BL television CAN be made in a way that keeps the actors comfortable and safe and happy, and encourages change for the better across the industry as a whole. KinnPorsche shouldn’t be the last wild BL passion project; it should be the first one of a new wave. (bangs gavel) Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

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Hey so I heard is JC + puppies week. 

Have a tired grape uncle with a baby. I mean with Fairy. They always sleep like this. You think She sleeps in Jin Ling’s room whenever he is at Lotus Pier? no sir. She’s a traitor and knows who gives the best cuddles. Jin Ling used to join them when he was little.

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Hiii!!! I loveeee your writing and I've been following you for a while but been too shy to ask😅 would you consider a scenario where the protagonist and the antagonist are in a boyband together? The antagonist has a bigger fanbase or something. When they argue, its accidentally revealed that the hero is also the villain's fan and the villain is amused and is like "all my fans want to kiss me. Do you too?" Or something along those lines😅

"I'm not your fan," the protagonist protested, wishing he could take the last thirty seconds back. he would have sold his soul to take it back. "I am literally the opposite of your fan. I hate you."

"Mm." The antagonist's eyes were bright. "How passionate you are about me. It's quite enticing."

The protagonist's face burned. "If I was your fan, I wouldn't want to quit the band, would I? And you wouldn't be blackmailing me to stay in the damn thing. To - to -"

"Mm," the antagonist said, again. His gaze moved, with some false pretence of idleness, from the protagonist's face to the - evidence - that had come tumbling out of a back drawer and back again. "If you say so."

"I do. Also," the protagonist jabbed an accusatory finger into the antagonist's chest, "you shouldn't go through my stuff. Why the hell are you going through my stuff? It's not like you need-"

"Do you want to kiss me?"

"What?" It came out a squeak.

The antagonist tipped his head, in that famous way of his, with that equally famous smirk. Fanbases were literally built on that smirk. On the way his jawline caught even the cheap dressing room light so dashingly. On the way his eyes smouldered, like he was was an ice sculpture with a core of molten lava hiding deceptively below the surface. (Oh god oh god oh god.)

"All my fans want to kiss me." The antagonist took a step closer, backing the protagonist up a step into the dressing room table, a step more until the protagonist's knees colliding with their chair and he flumped to sit. "Do you?"

The protagonist shook his head, mutely, not trusting himself to speak.

"I think you do," the antagonist said. He placed his hands on the arms of the chair, bracketing the protagonist in. "I see you staring at me sometimes."

"Only because you're evil." It came out a whisper. Raspy. "Have to keep an eye on you." The protagonist's gaze flickered down to the antagonist's lips, only inches away, and then off them like he'd been scalded. "You use people. You-"

"I think you secretly enjoy me using you," the antagonist said. "I think you'd enjoy it if I did it more, in some less artistically driven ways. Maybe I should..."

The protagonist was trying really hard not to picture that, but the purr in the antagonist's siren voice made it impossible. He had the best voice in the whole band, but the words...the sweet and painful words full of longing, the words of the many love songs that had made them so successful...those words had always been the protagonist's. He was the lyricist. Together they were magic. Everyone said so.

The protagonist twitched in the chair, but there was nowhere he could go, and -

Then there was that devastatingly lovely voice, softly singing some of those lyrics in the protagonist's ear.

You've signed your autograph, on my heart

Your name on my lips

With your kiss

Forever mine.

Lyrics, songs, that the protagonist had once (stupidly, stupidly, stupidly) written thinking only of him.

The antagonist laughed softly at the helpless hitch in the protagonist's breath. His finger rose, tracing his initials on the protagonist's chest.

The protagonist closed his eyes.

There was clearly no denying it. Because the protagonist had been a fan. When they had started working together, first, he'd admired the antagonist so keenly that it almost hurt. Creatively, of course, but...not just in that way. And yes, of course, of course, learning what a monster the antagonist was should have made all that admiration, all those feelings, go away.

It didn't.

It hadn't.

"Get out," the protagonist said. It wasn't, after all, like the antagonist liked him. It was all a wicked game to him. Everything was. And this...

"Admit it," the antagonist said. "Tell me."

"Will you get out if I do?"

There were other things, probably, that the protagonist should have bartered for, but the antagonist was so close that he felt dizzy. He couldn't think straight. All he could focus on was the antagonist's hand not quite touching bare skin, the slight tickle of his breath, the closeness.

What if someone walked in, and saw them?

"For now."

The protagonist swallowed. It was just words, after all. He said words, he bloody duetted the songs every night on tour, even if it killed him a bit every night. What did it matter now? The antagonist was already smug and unbearable, so it wasn't like he could make it worse. Right?

"Yes," he said.

"Yes...what?"

"Yes," the protagonist gritted his teeth. "I'm a fan. You're very talented. You know this. We have the grammy's to prove it. Would you like me to stroke your ego some more, you narcissistic-"

The antagonist caught his chin and squeezed.

The protagonist's eyes flew open. Their gazes locked.

"Admit," the antagonist said. "That you want to kiss me."

Oh, hell. Hell might have had more mercy.

The look of pleading that must have crossed his face only seemed to please the antagonist more. His eyes were doing that impossible smouldering thing, like the protagonist was the only thing that mattered in the world, like everything except the two of them could burn.

The protagonist tried to look away, but couldn't. He felt hot all over. It should have been - it was awful, of course it was, but - the antagonist's free hand dropped, cupping the protagonist over too tight jeans. Bastard.

"Yes," the protagonist said, "I want you to kiss me."

He really didn't expect it when the antagonist did. The antagonist kissed him like everything he'd ever hoped for, everything he'd imagined in song, until the protagonist had no air. No words left. No nothing. Only more and please and his name.

"For inspiration," the antagonist bit their lip, hard enough that the gossip commentators would no doubt have opinions on the matter. "For the next hit you're going to write me."

The protagonist's chest cleaved.

The antagonist looked like a conquering hero, some victor in the field of battle, wild-eyed and powerful and triumphant.

"Because you know," the antagonist said. "I'm a big fan of yours, too. Which is why, you are never, ever, leaving this band."

And then, he was gone. Just as promised.

And all the treacherous parts of the protagonist's heart wanted was for him to come back and finish what he started.

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Jiang Cheng holding various babies!

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Encanto: Mirabel

Looved the movie, can't wait for dvd. She actually reminds me of a friend.

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went into a fugue state and had to draw some Jiang Cheng and his cub

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Quinni91 made a very generous kofi donation and asked for Jin Ling with his many uncles for @evil-for-the-lolz. happy birthday!

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Loki (based on the Thor What If episode)

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sweet potato and yam combo

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Consider. A human wakes up in a strange medical bay, with an alien doctor standing over them. Turns out their shuttle crashed, and the alien ship only just managed to teleport the, on board in time.

By some miracle, the doctor explains, they escaped with only minor injuries. Some burns, a few scratches and “several small wounds. We’re not sure what caused them.”

“Wounds?”

“Small holes in your ear lobes. Possibly they were old wounds and unrelated to the accident, but either way, our doctors were able to heal them for you. There’s not even any scarring.”

The human pauses. Thinks for a minute. “Wait… you unpierced my ears?!”

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I came across this and ... Wow!

They really look awesome!!

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4 big berries VS 1 extra spicy grape

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i'm thinking about how cats hold their babies and how so many mammals also hold their babies and also about how physical touch is a love language