#People That are Anacondas

[frenzymutt]

Here's some Pythor art with a rushed background 'cause why not

I finished season one of Ninjago and I'm onto season two! I'm having fun rewatching it, it's been so long

[silasthecreature]

New snake just dropped

[thesanityclause]

Over 10 years ago I drew this mother naga with her kid and a bowl of gulab jamun, and I was blown away to see people still reblogging it and saying kind things here. I decided to draw a sequel, the PTA (People That are Anacondas) meeting is over, and she finally gets to have some gulab jamun. c: I really hope this cheers you up some.

[markscherz]

I'm sorry... snake paper? Are things heating up in the snake researcher fandom?

16 February 2024: A team of researchers (including a generally well-respected anaconda expert) found minimal and partly contradictory genetic differences in green anacondas over an enormous area, summarily dismissed all previous work on the taxonomy of green anacondas, and gave the mitochondrial lineage concerned a new name, along the way making some huge fumbles that show plainly that they have no idea how taxonomy works or what certain technical terms mean. They published the work in a journal from a suspect publishing house that is known to rush, skip, or ignore peer review as and when it suits them. And apparently there was some suspicious funding involved, though I don’t know much about that. They made a media storm with ‘a new anaconda!’ but within minutes there were people raising huge red flags about the paper, for the reasons enumerated above and others.

The response from ‘the community’ has been swift and harsh, but mostly fair, in my view. The discussion on ResearchGate reflects this pretty well. There are some bad takes about keeping ‘wokism’ out of science; I would argue that it remains critical to incorporate native peoples, knowledge, and languages into taxonomic work—just not the way this was done, in flagrant and intentional conflict with the established methods and protocols. There are also responses in the discussion by the lead author that show that he is evidently impervious to all of this criticism, and stands by the belief that the work and taxonomic reasoning is sound.

19 March 2024: two papers were published simultaneously in Bionomia, that both enumerate and rebut the problems of the original paper. And I know there are more on the way, though I don’t know if they are all going to be completed now that two responses have already been published.

The one thing I would weigh in on from my perspective is that it is the *taxonomy*, and not necessarily the evidence presented in the paper, that is the biggest problem. Species are described based on mitochondrial data alone all the time. Some of the results are quite interesting. But the taxonomy of the paper is a mess, full of contradictions, cherry-picking, and terminological errors. In the hands of competent taxonomists, the work might have been much more difficult to dispute. But also, no competent taxonomist would have assigned a new name to this lineage; there are too many existing names that would have priority, if it is worth recognising.

Undoing public perception of there being a new anaconda species will take years, if it can ever really be achieved. Always easier for media stories to go around than corrections.

TL;DR big snake paper made big mistakes, and within a month was dismissed. It has probably done lasting damage to perception of anaconda diversity.

[dellinah]

The fcking. Santa hat on the fin

SANTA JAWS (2018) dir. Misty Talley

[kashverse]

anything for gojo your majesty🎤🎤

if you are not a nicki minaj fan i'm sorry

gojo being a stay-at-home dad was a double-edged sword. on one hand, babytoru was getting an absurd amount of quality time with her father—on the other hand, that quality time often involved questionable educational choices. you had expected him to teach her something useful. math, maybe. how to read kanji. literally anything that would benefit her future. 

instead, you walked into the living room to find your six-year-old sitting cross-legged in front of the plasma tv, gripping a pink crayon like her life depended on it, while gojo stood in front of the screen, pointing dramatically at an image of nicki minaj like he was delivering a ted talk.

"okay, kid, write this down," he said, flipping the remote in his hand like a mic. "in the beginning, there was mixtape nicki. underground legend. 'playtime is over,' 'sucka free,' 'beam me up scotty'—pure heat. this was when she really started cookin’. had wayne and drake in a chokehold. also, fun fact, this was when she still had the super thick ny accent—"

he glanced down at babytoru's notebook, then did a double take.

"baby, what the hell is this?"

she beamed up at him, proudly holding up a page where she had written, in large, wobbly pink crayon letters: nickee menaj.

gojo let out a long, dramatic sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. "baby, this is unacceptable. you’re taking notes like a casual. like an unserious student."

"but i don’t know how to spell her name," she pouted, fidgeting with her crayon. he crouched down to her level, gripping her tiny shoulders. "listen to me. nicki minaj is a spelling bee champion. do you understand how embarrassing it would be if we couldn't spell her name right?"

babytoru gasped. "she is??"

"not officially, but spiritually," he said solemnly. "now fix it. it's n-i-c-k-i. no ‘e’s in this house."

she quickly erased and rewrote, murmuring under her breath, "n-i-c-k-i… no ‘e’s in this house…"

"good, good," gojo nodded approvingly. "okay, now where were we? ah, yes. pink friday, her debut album. iconic. certified classic. if you ask me, 'roman’s revenge' is the best track—insane flows, legendary bars. ‘did it on 'em’—a cultural reset. but of course, we can’t forget ‘super bass,’ which single-handedly raised a generation of barbz."

babytoru scribbled furiously.

"now, next, we have roman reloaded, where she gave us pop nicki—think ‘starships,’ think ‘pound the alarm.’ polarizing, but the range? undeniable." he paced the living room like a professor mid-lecture. 

"then we enter the pinkprint era. arguably her magnum opus. heartbreak, bars, versatility—this is where we have ‘anaconda,’ ‘only,’ ‘feeling myself’—"

you cleared your throat loudly.

gojo froze. babytoru turned to look at you, her eyes twinkling with excitement. “mama! did you know nicki minaj is a spelling bee champion?”

you stared at your husband, who was now whistling innocently.  "satoru. why is our daughter taking notes on nicki minaj like this is a university lecture?"

"because it is," he said, placing a hand over his heart. "this is the history they don’t teach in school. i’m simply filling in the gaps."

"what about, i don’t know, actual school subjects?"

"she’s learning literacy," he argued, gesturing to her notebook.

"she spelled her name wrong five minutes ago."

"papa taught me how to fix it!" babytoru chirped.

"see? she’s improving already," he grinned. "also, i’d like to point out that this is a music history class, actually. next period is music theory, where we’ll be analyzing nicki’s rhyme schemes and cadence."

you pinched the bridge of your nose. "satoru—"

"babe, come onnnnn. you of all people should understand the importance of culture."

before you could respond, he clapped his hands together. "alright, break’s over! babytoru, let’s talk about queen. underrated era, but still solid. ‘chun-li’ was a moment. oh, and don’t even get me started on ‘good form’—"

you sighed. maybe it wasn’t entirely useless. at least she was learning something.

but when you glanced at her notes again and saw "all these beaches are my suns" written in pink crayon, you decided you needed to intervene.

[bighungrywolf]

The people on the street suddenly began to feel small ground tremors, which gradually began to gain strength. Some thought it was an earthquake, but the real reason for these small rumblings became evident when they raised their eyes to one end of the street. Down that street was approaching with a firm and steady pace what could only be described as a giant man. At over seven feet tall and with a body that would leave any bodybuilder trembling in fear, all the people on the street stared at this specimen that was bordering on perfection. His bare chest (it's hard for me to think that T-shirts big enough to cover his bulk existed) glistened with sweat in the sunlight.

This man, named Hank, was jogging, listening to loud music on his headphones that helped him keep a light pace as he walked. Suddenly, he started looking at a couple of guys sitting on a bench who were gawking at him. Hank smiled at them with a smile that seemed to be hiding something, and just as he passed them, with barely a pause, he grabbed them both by the shirt and lifted them up. Before either of those two boys could say anything, Hank lifted the first of them with his two hands, holding the other under his arm, and gobbled his head as if it were a simple lollipop. Without stopping walking as he devoured this boy, Hanks began to swallow the lad with astounding ease, as if he did this every day, and just before swallowing the feet of his first victim, he looked down at the other guy he had trapped under his arm, letting him watch as his mate plunged into his maw, never to see the sunlight again, after which he licked his lips, enjoying what was left of the taste of this first prey. The other guy tried to fight back, to no avail, except to give Hank the pleasure of seeing a prey that wanted to resist him in vain. There was nothing he liked better than watching his prey's futile attempts to escape.

It didn't take long for the second guy to join his boyfriend, being engulfed by Hank's huge maw like an anaconda. The rest of the people in the street soon reacted, shouting and calling for help, as everyone tried to flee or take refuge in stores or doorways. In the chaos, some stumbled or fell when pushed, becoming easy prey at the feet of Hank, who did not take long to take advantage of these helpless targets, without stopping for a moment to continue advancing at a fast pace with his powerful footsteps down the street. There were others who tried to take refuge in stores that had locked their doors when they saw the danger in the street, leaving people outside pounding on their doors asking to get in. These were also easy prey for Hank, who quickly grabbed them from one side of the street to the other, as if they were simply popcorn. Even many of the people who had been running away were caught by Hank, who did not even bother to run, but caught up with his long strides thanks to his legs that looked like two Roman columns.

A few minutes later the street was already deserted, as Hank patted his distended stomach at the end of the street. This had been a good feast to calm his voracious hunger after jogging. Tomorrow he would have to take a new path down another street if he wanted to be able to satisfy his enormous appetite again, since with all the people he had just devoured, there wouldn't be enough prey the next day to even serve him as a snack.

[herpsandbirds]

I'll be going ot Ecuador this summer. Got any cool Ecuadorian creatures to share with us?

Oh dude (non-gendered), I don't even know where to start... The selva oriente is the place where my heart lives forever, my second home. Here are a few friends for you...

Amazonian Treehopper (Bocydium globulare), family Membracidae, Ecuador

photograph by Andreas Kay

Peanut Bug aka Peanut Lanternfly (Fulgora laternaria), family Fulgoridae, Ecuador

In Ecuador, where Paxon and I both worked and met each other, this insect is called Machaca. It is believed, or so people say, that if a man is bitten by one, he will die within 24 hours, if he does not have sex with a virgin. They are incapable of biting people… 😑

Photograph by Pavel Krillov

Andean Cock of the Rock (Rupicola peruvianus), male, family Cotingidae, order Passeriformes, Ecuador,

photograph by Cayce Jehaimi

Long-billed Woodcreeper (Nasica longirostris), family Furnariidae, order Passeriformes, Ecuador

Photograph by Roger Ahlman

Phantasmal Poison Frog (Epipedobates tricolor), family Dendrobatidae, endemic to the Andean slopes of central Ecuador, in Bolivar Province

Photograph by Holger Krisp

Pale-blue Eyemark (Mesosemia loruhama) male, family Riodinidae, Misahualli, Ecuador

Photograph by Chan Wah Choi

Orange-cheeked Parrots (Pyrilia barrabandi) and Cobalt-winged Parakeets (Brotogeris cyanoptera), both in the family Psittacidae, at the clay lick along the Napo River in Yasuni National Park, Ecuador

photograph by Dennis Binda

Tiger Treefrogs (Hyloscirtus tigrinus), family Hylidae, found in the Andes of Ecuador and Colombia

ENDANGERED.

photographs by Jonh Jairo Mueses-Cisneros

Amazon Basin Emerald Tree Boa (Corallus batesii), family Boidae

This species was once considered to be a population of the Emerald Tree Boa, Corallus caninus, but was made a distinct species in 2009.

photograph by Elson Meneses-Pelayo

Green Anaconda (Eunectes murinus), family Boidae, Cuyabeno, Ecuador

Photograph by Alexandro Arteaga

[anomaly-076]

mixing whb with tkdb again... What do you think each ghoul's biggest fetish is?

Sorry for filing up your inbox so often 😭😭😭

Tkdb boys idiosyncrasies (18+)

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♦ Don't worry at all! I'm glad someone's interested in my writing! ^^ I also went all out with their full idiosyncrasies like all the WHB demons have, so I hope you don't mind ^^ ♦

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Jin

Master/Servant play

A Prince of Frost, who'd do anything to keep his peace. The only ones allowed into his chambers is his trusty servant Tohma and you. He might be cold, but should you tempt him, things will heat up fast.

Tohma

Capnolagnia (smoking)

Timophilia (gold, wealth and high social status)

If you feel a pair of observing eyes on yourself while in Frostheim, rest assured it's the Prince's advisor. Fear not, however, he's merely making sure you cause no trouble. He's usually the center of attention during Frosteim's balls.

Lucas

Crurophilia (legs)

In search for his twin brother, Lucas finds little to no time to relax between studying and training. Many other students, including his good friend Kaito, have said he simply needs some healthy distraction.

Kaito

Mazophilia (boobs)

Katoptronophilia (mirror sex)

As confident he is, the moment you're around reduces Kaito to a babbling mess. Give him a few moments and he'll compose himself only to attempt charming you.

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Alan

Sthenolagnia (muscles and displays of strength)

Asphyxiophilia (choking) - after he overcomes the fear of hurting others on accident

A gentle giant with an air of danger who is like the older brother of all his fellow Vagastrom students. Some gossips say he's done some bad things in his past, but nobody dares or knows to say what.

Leo

Autagonistophilia (being in front of an audience/camera)

A small social media influencer with a tongue sharper than most blades. Him and his partner in crime, Sho, are the primary source of trouble in the Vagastrom dorm with Leo being the sole insinuator.

Sho

Amaurophilia (blindfold kink)

The students of Vagastrom are known to never pass up a good fight and Sho is no different. You're likely to either run into him at his food truck or in the Vagastrom garagaes, tending to his bike Bonnie.

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Haru

Doraphilia (texture/feel of fur/animal skin)

The naughty and energetic president of Jabberwock who carries his son Peekaboo around everywhere. If you're not shy ask to pet him, he'll let you, and then he'll also let you pet Peekaboo too.

Towa

Dendrophilia (plants) - plants need love too, ig (sorry, again T-T)

A romantically oriented ghoul with a very light-hearted and curious nature. Don't let that fool you, though, his hugs are that of an anaconda about to strangle its prey. He's so in tune with the nature he eats flowers and the weather reflects his emotions.

Ren

Fictophilia (fictional characters)

A gamer who, despite being chosen into an outdoorsy and hardworking Jabberwock, has the right opposite personality traits. He's an overthinking homebody and will refuse to do even the slightest tasks unless he gains a reward or an achievement for it.

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Taiga

Anthropophagy (cannibalism) sorry

Erotophonophilia (murder)

The lunatic president of Sinostra, with very particular tastes. Anyone who's seen him eat will tell you he doesn't mind getting his face dirty while devouring his meal. His impulsivity makes him very trigger-happy.

Romeo

Hoplophilia (guns)

Romeo is a perfectionist and expects nothing less from his partner either. Curiously, one of his closest Sinostra residents is Taiga, who is nothing of that sort. After spending some time around Romeo, you will find yourself getting whipped into shape.

Ritsu

Hybristophilia (criminals, people who committed crimes)

Dikephilia (justice)

Always striving for justice, yet always seeming to condone criminals' behaviour as evident by his lack of interference and defense of Sinostra's president. Perhaps his moral compass more arched than expected?

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Subaru

Chirophilia (hands)

A legacy-bound actor who constantly worries about minuscule things. His compassion knows no bounds even if it might place him into a dangerous situation. His fellow students would say he simply needs a reassurance from someone he trusts.

Haku

Stigmatophilia (tattoos and piercings)

Capnolagnia (smoking) - you couldn't pry this HC from my cold dead hands

Some students might describe him as nothing but nice, and yet some account him to be a mischievous flirt. Both are true, but only his chosen person gets to fully experience how real those rumors are.

Zenji

Metrophilia (poetry)

A truly gifted poet constantly seeking for another source of ideas for his erotic poetry collection. Loves seeking out new partners to inspire his writing and doesn't shy away from describing acts between him and his partner in his poems.

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Edward

Hematolagnia (Drinking/seeing blood)

Odaxelagnia (biting/being bitten)

The ever so thirsty president of Obscuary, though barely few students could testify to seeing him in the flesh. His chambers are only for the most resilient due to the lingering smell of death and mess of clothes, his or someone else's.

Rui

Voyeurism

Calygnephilia (beautiful women)

To many students and employees he is known as a bartender. To many female students, he is known as an irresistible flirt, but who really knows what happens at his bar after the closing hours?

Lyca

Autozoophilia (being/acting like an animal) - for him it's his wolf form

Amychophilia (getting scratched/scratching)

A young werewolf, who is still struggling to navigate living in the human world. He's very curious and eager to learn. He may come off as a bit intense, but those are only his wolf instincts coming out.

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Yuri

Piquerism (cutting/stabbing someone with a sharp objects)

His personality strongly resembles Henry Frankenstein, which is a reputation he gladly upholds. The image is even enhanced when his assistant is around. In the surgeon's eyes, humans are only interesting or mediocre specimen.

Jiro

Free use kink

A stoic and reserved medical assistant, who isn't opposed to most things. His mobility may not be the best, but he will try. He may not feel strong happiness or pleasure himself, but seeing his partner experience them is enough for him.

[kiame-sama]

okokokokok hear me out- yandere floyd with an autistic darling who really likes compression b/c sensory issues (not projecting at all lol)

like he's obsessed and he squeezes them for the first time and they just melt; its the most relaxed and vulnerable he's ever seen them (perhaps they are a bit snappy normally) (still Totally Not Projecting) and he's just like "oh. oh i can use this. also. fUCK THEYRE CUTE"

ah to be the grumpy squish toy of a creepy eel mer lol

- Honestly, upon first meeting Floyd and hearing how he squeezes people, my first thought was "Squeezies and uppies? Yes please!" (My autistic ass LOVES being squeezed especially in hugs and I do give a good Anaconda hug in return that tightens every time they exhale. Squeeze me, I squeeze you)

- It's gonna throw Floyd (and everyone else present) for an absolute loop when he follows through on a threat to squeeze the Prefect only for the Prefect to not scream/panic/cry but absolutely go limp and melt into the squeeze. He's gonna try and let go only to have Prefect suddenly wrap their arms around him and rumble out angrily "let me go and I will bite the hell out of you. Keep squeezing." Floyd is not one to take orders, but he will absolutely continue the squeeze with gusto, thinking that he must not have done it right the first time and figures he can do it right this time.

- The second squeeze is the same as the first, only Prefect allows him to put them back down and literally melts at his feet in a happy and content puddle. Azul and Jade are stunned that Prefect isn't crying or upset, but whining about wanting more squeezes. What kind of monster are you that being squeezed like that feels good?

- Floyd is going to be a little weirded out because no-one has liked his squeezes before, but he is going to bounce back quickly and decide to seek out the Prefect any time he wants to squeeze someone. Even for a little bad mood, Floyd is 100% seeking them out for another squeeze. Odds are any time Prefect is having a bad day, they will seek him out for more Squeezes.

- It becomes normal to randomly hear "Squeeze me please!" Throughout the day in the Monstro Lounge as Prefect comes sauntering in for another squeeze session with Floyd. If anything, it chills Floyd and Prefect out so much that it becomes expected for them to have a good Squeeze any time the two are together, even in class.

[rea-grimm]

Naga Shanks

You lived on the edge of the woods where no one could disturb you. You inherited a small cottage from your grandfather who used to live there. It wasn't much, but it was plenty for you. You had everything you needed.

Plus, you had peace and quiet and nothing to disturb you. No annoying people, no thieves, nothing. Just the pleasant sound of the forest and the river that flowed nearby.

You knew there were not exactly human beings living in the forest, but you never encountered any. They too were protective of their privacy and didn't want to be discovered by humans.

Apparently, that didn't apply to all non-human beings. It's been a few years since you lived there. You were walking in the woods, along the river, enjoying a nice summer day.

You stopped when you noticed a red snake's tail disappearing into the stream. You followed it with your eyes to the other side, where a surprise awaited you. The tail widened until you came upon the part where it changed at the waist into a man with red hair. Naga. You stared at him as if you'd seen a mirage.

"This isn't where I'd expect company," he smiled at you, baring his oh-so-sharp snake teeth.

"M-me neither..." you stammered, trying not to let your shock show.

"I'm Shanks," he smiled at you, crossing the creek and offering you his hand.

"Y/N," you introduced yourself and shook his hand.

You had no idea someone cold-blooded could be so warm, and even though he wasn't human and everyone had warned you about such creatures, you felt like you could trust him. Despite the feeling you had that, he could be very dangerous. Maybe even the most dangerous in the forest.

You hung out with him for a while, and he even walked you to the edge of the forest, wondering if he would take you home. You were quite comfortable with him.

From that moment on, you saw more and more of him, and eventually every time you went into the woods or he visited you at your house. You talked about all sorts of things, and you were both curious about each other.

Shanks showed you the beauty of the forest where you had never been before and told you about all his adventures and the other creatures he had met during his travels.

Very soon you two became friends and much more. You didn't see him as a monster like other people but as someone you had a good time with and someone you wanted in your life. And Naga had that too.

One day you walked along a stream until you came to a small waterfall where he had built a small structure in the treetops. He lived there and from his balcony, he had a beautiful view of the waterfall and the trees around.

It was also the day you spent your first night with him. You spent more and more time there until you decided to stay together and live in his house by the waterfall. Of course, you still had your cabin where you spent your winters.

After a while, you tried to start a family, but it was not easy between men and nagas. Maybe that meant you'd never even make it... But that didn't stop you from trying.

One morning you were lying in bed together with Shanks hugging you and his tail coiled around your whole body. The morning was hard for Naga, as you provided the warmth he needed for his own thermoregulation.

He never wanted to get up and always had a thousand and one reasons to stay in bed longer. Plus, you couldn't just push him off of you, as he had much more strength. Sometimes when he was half asleep, he would forget how strong he was, and sometimes when you tried to get out of his grip, his snake body would tighten. Then you felt as if you were a victim being captured by an anaconda or a python trying to squeeze the life out of you.

But tonight, you were disturbed from your dream by something else: crying. Not just any cry, it was a child's cry, a baby's cry. Even Shanks heard it and automatically pulled away from you and looked at you wondering if you heard it too.

You climbed out of bed and went straight to the balcony to see what was going on. Shanks went right outside to take a look. Already from the balcony, you could see a small basket floating down the stream and heading for the waterfall.

"Shanks, over there!" you called to him, but he was already heading for it. Even though the water was cold, he climbed in to save the basket. You made a fire so he could warm himself.

Naga went in and handed you the basket. He was glad for your thoughtfulness and curled up by the fire so that he rested his head on your shoulder.

A baby, barely a few months old, was still crying in the basket. You unwrapped the blanket from it when you realized it was not just any baby. It was a nagy baby. It was a girl with coral-red scales with white spots. She had a fluff of hair on her head as well, with half of her head equally coral red and the other half white like freshly fallen snow.

"Shhh, it's going to be okay," you said gently, taking the baby gently into your arms. Even though it was naga, you didn't mind. The naga stopped crying and the end of its tail wrapped around your hand. The girl opened her large eyes, which were a bright purple colour, and her small hands reached up to your face.

"Looks like she likes you," Shanks smiled, his forked tongue flicking against your cheek in his version of a snake kiss.

"Looks like it," you replied. You and Shanks didn't have to decide for long, because the moment he brought her to your house, you were clear. You kept the baby naga, took her in as your own and named her Uta.

Uta grew up like water and made you happy. You had her as your own and you were her parents. Of course, you let her know she was adopted, but it didn't matter. Maybe it just reinforced the strength of your little family.

Uta was playing outside by the river, where the sun was shining, chasing butterflies and singing. Her voice was like the voice of an angel full of joy. Shanks watched her from the balcony while he sipped rum and basked himself.

You, meanwhile, were cooking dinner and making tea from the herbs that were supposed to help you conceive a naga. Even though you had a red and white naga as your daughter, it didn't stop you from trying. You hoped you could give her a sibling to play with.

"Mmmm, that dinner smells delicious," Shanks turned to you hugged you from behind and nuzzled your neck. "And you smell even better," he muttered and grazed his fangs over your skin. "Completely irresistible..." and his tongue flicked over your skin.

"Wait until Uta falls asleep," you replied, tasting your food. "I'd say it's done, wouldn't you?" and you gave him a taste, too.

"Delicious as always," he replied.

"Perfect. Will you get Uta?" You turned to him.

"Sure," he replied and involuntarily let you go before walking to the balcony and calling out to Uta, who soon joined you.

After dinner, the three of you lay in bed with Uta in the middle, her and Shanks' tails wrapped in a sort of tangle around the three of you. Your unusual little family.

Shanks Masterlist

[chungledown-bimothy]

The Fix's Facts

The Big Guy:

-For every snake, there is one snake dick. Snakes have 2 dicks. (said thrice)

The Scattered Mind:

-The tails on a swallowtail butterfly's wings don't serve any aerodynamic purpose. They're there so birds will grab them, at which point they'll break off and the swallowtail can escape.

-Eyes can't be itchy. They, unlike the membranes around them, don't have itch receptors.

-More than half the bones in your body are in your hands and feet.

F For Freezer: (and for facts!)

-The urethra contains taste receptors

-When eagles grip onto something, they have to flex a muscle to let go. An eagle can hold onto something so hard that even after it dies, it never lets go.

-Most of the pyramids on Earth are in Sudan.

-Pelicans have three stomachs, one of which is just for bones.

-Acids are easy to detect, oxygen and carbon dioxide are not. But when carbon dioxide meets water, like it does in our blood, it creates carbonic acid. This means our bodies can detect the presence of carbon dioxide, but not the presence or absence of oxygen.

If we are deprived of oxygen, we have no idea that that is happening as long as we are breathing out carbon dioxide. If we are not breathing oxygen, we just go to sleep and die. But if we allow the CO2 to build up, we panic. We flail. We break. Until finally, we die.

Grappling With Death:

-People can have constipation so bad that it will back up and impact their vagus nerve. As they are eliminating that impacted stool, it can have an effect on the nervous system so great that they forget who they are. Constipation-related amnesia. A woman in Tokyo forgot who she was for 8 hours.

-Bones are living.

-The reason we produce blood inside of our bones is because it's one of the places that's safest from UV radiation.

-There are some birds that can produce a nutritious substance that's a kind of milk. It's almost like lactation, but it evolved separately (convergent evolution). Pigeons do it.

-There are some salamanders that feed their babies their own skin

BONUS ROUND: Brennan "Bird Facts" Lee Mulligan

-There are some species of birds that have a secondary pouch in their esophagus/digestive tract where they have what's called a craw, that has stones or other hard material to help break up food matter before it passes into the rest of their digestive tract.

-Woodpeckers have a tongue bone called a hyoid bone that wraps around their brain because it needs to protect their brain from the impact of pounding into trees to devour their common meal items, grubs and larval insects.

Emergency Powers:

-You can't hum while you're blocking your nose.

-The longest animal is the bootlace worm.

-There are some reptiles that have a light-sensing organ on the top of their head so they can sense shadows that might be coming from something that's coming for them.

BONUS ROUND 2: Brennan's Back, Baby

-The black mamba has been observed at top speeds of 12.5 miles per hour. At that speed, it would almost certainly catch even some of the fastest humans on the planet. Even faster people wouldn't have the stamina, because resting or average speed is 7.5 miles an hour, which is faster than the human average, which is 6, and that's for healthy adults.

-The reticulated python is the longest snake in the world. The biggest is the anaconda.

Case Closed:

-There's little creatures in the sea that make pretty little lights. Why would they do that? It attracts little fishes who suck them up, and the light makes the fish glow. This attracts more little fish.

-The North Pole is actually a South Pole, because when you look at a compass, it points north. But the north pole of the compass is what's pointing north, and north poles point to the south poles.

BONUS ROUND 3: Once More, With Feeling

-Diners originate from dining cars on trains. The first diners were the dining cars of trains that had been taken out of service and were used stationarily as restaurants.

[shobolanya]

random hcs i have about the Fëanorians:

♡Fëanor wears guyliner and takes and EXTREME pride in his hair (my favorite drama queen 😌).

♡ Nerdanel has a gorgeous singing voice, but people rarely hear her singing, because she used to sing lullabies to her seven sons and that was the only way they would fall asleep and now she only sings while sculpting.

♡Maedhros likes to feed pigeons (carrier pigeons maybe, if the wild ones don't live in Himring), because he finds their presence and cooing calming.

♡Maglor is basically a disney princess and, like his younger brother, he can talk in song to animals, especially birds. also when he started wandering the shores of Middle-Earth he started growing white and silver strands of hair in his dark locks.

♡Celegorm loved to befriend and adopt all sorts of creatures since he was a child (he's like Newt from Fantastic Beasts), in Valinor he had a garden where all his adopted "pets" come to visit him. he also had a garden like this in Nargothrond, gifted to him by Finrod (the creatures adopted include: a snow leopard, a saber-tooth tiger, a woolly mammoth, a sloth, many opossums, an anaconda, a chameleon, a platypus, a tarantula and a dolphin).

♡Caranthir invented the game of chess in collaboration with a dwarf.

♡Curufin has a tiny black cat (with nine lives ofc) that actually became a friend of Huan.

♡the only ones who never got pranked by Amrod and Amras pretending to be the other were Fëanor, Nerdanel, Finwë, Maedhros, Celegorm , Huan and Finrod.

♡Celebrimbor's favorite uncle to spend time with was Finrod and he learned many things from him, like his kindness and selflessness. he also made Finrod, with Curufin's help, some rings that he always wore.

bonus: not my headcanon, but i saw it on the internet multiple times and i wholeheartedly agree - > Fëanor loves babies and thinks they are the cutest creatures ever (no wonder he has 7 kids)

challenge: spot the Ice Age reference

[calamaroo]

PETE "THE PIRATE PARROT" RACKHAM (AS A HUMAN‼️)

+ headcanons for him (and a little Calico Jack) !!

AAAAAAAAA, I LOVE PETE SO MUCH, HE'S LITERALLY JUST A BIRD THAT WILL OCCASIONALLY SPEAK, AND I THINK ABOUT HIM ALL THE TIME

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Headcanons!! (Warning, it's long)

Amazonian Blue-and-Yellow Macaw !!

<- Pete met Calico Jack when he shipwrecked in the Amazon, and his sqwuaking alerted Jack to a nearby anaconda (This is nowhere near canon, but idc, it's MY au)

Pete is a VERY protective parrot (the terms "macaw" and "parrot" are interchangeable for him). When meeting strangers, he is perhaps even more wary than the already cautious Jack. When someone tries to shake Jack's hand, he will rush down Jack's arm to bite them. Jack begged for him to stop doing this to the other Octoagents, but he doesn't stop. He openly loves being a menace. (Pete bit both Marsh and Natquik on their first meetings).

<- Since he is extremely wary of strangers, there are VERY few he will allow touch, pet, or hold him.

People that can :

• Jack (he could literally throw Pete, and he'd let him. Of course, he'd bite a chunk out of Jack's face afterward, but they love each other.)

• Kwazii is on nearly the same level as Jack. However, when Pete just wants to be left alone, he'll make it known to Kwazii (usually by screaming at him).

• Ranger Marsh and Prof. Natquik can pet him, and on rare occasions, hold and feed him.

• On even rarer occasions, he will let Barnacles and Peso handle him. But only if they have to.

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For personality, he's a lot like Jack (quiet and shy but well-meaning), both naturally and just because he has picked up on Jack's mannerisms. This bird, much like his human companion, has zero table manners.

Usually mild mannered like Jack, although a bit more mischievous --- however, he can be VERY grumpy when upset. And he's not afraid to bite Jack to get what he wants. They can argue like an old married couple for hours, and anyone around just has to deal with it. (Several of Kwazii's visits to their ship have consisted of him watching the two have a screaming match before laughing it off)

He has his very own personal pile of pillows in Jack's bed, which he defends ferociously, but more often than not, they just end up cuddling.

Emotional support bird TM. He has heard everything there is to hear about Jack, some things Jack wouldn't even dare to tell another human being. He's like a little therapist, listening to every vent Jack has ever let slip and acting accordingly. [[HE IS AN EERILY SMART BIRD, AND JACK HAS NEVER BEEN CERTAIN IF HE IS A SHIFTER OR NOT]]

<- extremely cuddly to Jack, and uses this as a way to cheer him up because it always works. He knows what to say and what not to say, and Jack always finds comfort in his bird. ♡♡♡♡

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I love these silly little pirates more than anything - they're so stupid <3

[flagellant]

the 2025 met gala exhibition will be on "the carrier bag theory of fiction", to discuss the intersections of humanity, handbags, and history. Quanah Runninghorse will be invited to give one of the opening speeches at the gala; she will be dressed in a beautiful sculptural gown of jet black beads shaped as a gigantic anaconda which is constricting her body from neck to ankle; she holds its articulating jaws open at her side, where strings of crimson swarovski crystals glisten and dangle from its maw as she strangles it back. her talk on the history of indigenous people in the fashion politics of Paris will be mysteriously borderline inaudible in nearly all recordings due to her microphone being turned off 17 seconds into the speech. she is applauded politely off the stage. other noteworthy celebrities are Kim Kardashian wearing an insensitive bespoke headdress and carrying a clutch made of two halves of a pearl oyster which when asked she will claim is abalone. lady gaga wears a dress entirely made of upcycled Goop tote bags designed by McQueen. florence welch will make headlines for her Mexican catechism dress soaked and crusted in river water and a long train covered in mud, a vision of hypocritical ideas of Christian grace and acceptance and God's love contrasting with conservative ideas of Illegal Aliens. To be more specific the headlines she makes when Vogue covers this she will be accused of not doing her homework or following the theme. Drake will attend in a black tailored suit with a white shirt and black bowtie, and Megan Thee Stallion and Kendrick Lamar will steal the show by shooting him to extremely painful death with the handguns designed for Romeo + Juliet (1996). Apollo, dressed as Meryl Streep reprising her role in The Devil Wears Prada, will purse his lips disapprovingly until Anna Wintour reveals that dinner will be a hundred pure white heifers slaughtered in her name to appease him. 25 years from now this sacrifice will be studied as the reason why the pandemic finally actually ended, despite the fact that that year's met gala theme will be about how all of us who are still alive have Long COVID.

[naturalswimmingspirit]

travelingwithtals

6 months ago I posted a video asking “who wants to go to the Amazon rainforest with me?” 🙈 To my surprise, the trip sold out in 19 minutes. I couldn’t believe that I was going to go travel to Ecuador with some of the most adventurous, spontaneous, and craziest (in the best way) strangers from the internet.

Flash forward 6 months and it’s been a trip of a lifetime. I’ll never forget the feeling of swimming in the river during a thunderstorm- as present as can be. Of laughing with 19 people while we did chicken fights in a huge lagoon. The constant “oohs” and “ahhs” when we saw anacondas, pink river dolphins, monkeys, and so many beautifully terrifying creepy crawlies.

These group trips are the most fulfilling things I’ve ever done. I love watching complete strangers of all different ages, countries, and backgrounds bond over their curiosity for life. I love seeing people who have never left their home town before fly across the world. The way these people become like family over only 10 days. There was a moment during our last night when we were all singing and dancing together where I just looked at everyone and couldn’t stop smiling. Isn’t this what life is about? Human connection, exploring, love, authenticity? I think I’ve laughed more during these last 2 months than in years. Thank you Ecuador, thank you Amazon, thank you strangers for trusting me and saying f it , life’s too short, let’s go see the world ✈️✈️<3