#im all bones and calcium

[catinflight]

THIS IS TECHNICALLY SPOILERS FOR THE Y.D.M AU BUT I NEEEEEEEEDED TO DRAW THE GOOBER😭😭

Tw: exposed organs (not really gore???? There's no blood but liek..... you can see his organs cuz the skin around there is transparents,,,,,,,,,,,))

This one's based off of those oc templates I've seen around

Plus some bonus toodles ft: base form evil gang😁😁😁🔥

His wife is a weapon Smith (I forgot to draw her apron n' gloves................😔😔😔😔😔)

Blacky by @jullinh4x

Mmfc Sunstar by @lucamisu

[rxttenfish]

miravi comics in my head tonight:

aaravi eating a bucket of fried chicken legs and when shes done, she hands the bones to miri who is happy to finish them

aaravi raptor hands (autism) and miri raptor hands (mermaid)

[jokerislandgirl32]

Hi here’s an official screenshot from one of the new episodes

Poor, poor Jimmy! Please take him to a hospital to reset his bones, that looks sooooo painful! He might also need some milk, that’s looking like a calcium deficiency there! And, as mentioned in this post by @searobotsoda….Family Guy death pose:

Maybe it’s just me, but it truly seems like the Kratts/animators/directors are really sneaking in pop culture references this season.

We had a Titanic reference in Our Blue and Green World.

And we had These Boots Were Made For Walkin’ in Fish Out of Water.

It’s just interesting to me that we’ve had THIS MANY references in so few episodes.

I’m sure there are more I haven’t picked up on, and if so, please feel free to reblog with them/point them out!

[n4rval]

hi I just wanted to say your tags on the gaster poll posts are so correct yessss (always enjoy your takes just in general). thank you for being one of the seemingly very few people out there who also believes there's no way the timeline works for gaster and alphys to have been colleagues. however, him haunting her benevolently is something I'm 1000% here for <3 (also I hope your finals went well and you get to have a nice relaxing break!)

HII HELLO HI im glad you like them!!! knowing you read these motivates me to keep being Absolutely Very Normal About Him on the internet

personally it's less of a believing thing and more of a come on it's written right there thing, but since we're here.

behold! dingus timeline. (and the hottest of takes with freshly baked personal headcanons otherwise what am i doing)

Not a skeleton?

Isn't 201X too early?

Indeed, not a skeleton, but rather, some guy. Something about how monster's bodies are manifestations of their SOUL, and him oddly resembling a strange looking man does well to represent his insatiable curiosity and love for creating. (things humans are known for in a better light)

On the other hand, you will be pleased with how fascinated he is by "FLESHLINGS AND THEIR CALCIUM DEPOSITS".

And then they fucking died.

201X is the year the first human fell into the underground, and shortly after, the royal family has moved to New Home. This means some decent exploration of the cavern has already been made. Scientists could very well already have been working on optimizing life underground, with special attention to the large and ever growing new capital.

My idea? As this idiot has been aiding exploration with his antics, Gerson was the one to appoint him to Asgore. Something about his talent with turning garbage into non-garbage. With a little patience and getting familiar with his odd manerisms, it was not too long until he got to be the prince's weird godfather.

Cracking already?

And everyone was devastated, mainly the close family. Not only that, but amidst your mourning, the one couple responsible for your unrealistically high standards for romance just divorced. Is love even real anymore. You eat ants with your cereal and your work consists mainly of convenience improvements and absolutely nothing groundbreaking. What's the point of breaking that pesky barrier again? Child murder? Come on.

That's the Wingdings PATIENCE and BRAVERY encountered in their adventure. Dear god, you're lame. Aren't you some kind of genius? Get yourself together! And together he got his self, now, he has children to look after. Surely there must be some other way. He must stop coming up with new flavours for chips and find some other way.

... Dear god, the King is going to kill them.

BONES and DT

Listen. He's old. You got your wrinkles, he's got his cracking. What? You meant to point out some major event of injury must have been responsible for his current state of deformity? Well, he's old AND heartbroken. That's a direct blow to the SOUL, okay.

Jokes aside (kind of), doing any lasting damage to a monster is quite difficult given their magic forms can easily be healed through, well, magic. They can, however, eventually "fall" (wink wink) and dust away with age - which cannot, however, be fixed with magic.

With a little determination however ...

Something about the anomaly.

He found it, the other way. It was the bones all along, the so needed sustainance for channelling such a high concentration of that power. Well, not necessarily, but a boney structure will endure much more and last much longer than a meaty one. Also, it looks so cool.

You know this guy, he gets first dibs on any and all dubious substances that might or might not deal the last hit to the nail on his coffin dust urn(?). And when it all works out (dubious), he might as well play a little. What kind of things can he make? With the material properties of these calcified remains infused with his own magic, animated with determination.

Some new, powerful magic tricks?

A new kind of monster, maybe?

DARK, DARKER, YET DARKER.

There is a lot of interesting things one can do with isolated DT, aside from making bones rattle with life - for example, peeking onto the complex layers and ramifications of what composes reality. This is when the already kooky scientist grows a little mad; manic, if you will. This is the Wingdings sans was familiar with.

Time travel this, resets that, blah blah blah alpha timeline, the anomaly, the angel, the anomaly again, all things that only make sense to him and his illegible mess on the black board. The lack of detail is killing him, he needs to know what it is - what it does, why it does, how it does. Not to stop it, no, there is no stopping it.

Rather, an overwhelming need to understand it.

He falls somewhere in recent history, details of it left ambiguous. The shattering, combined with the amount of DT running in his magical... mathematical physiology, rendered all of his self but an espectator of his reality; confined to the code and unable to do anything but watch, powerless before the nature of his very being, like a corrupted program.

It is all rather frustrating, besides the burden that is coming to terms with simply not existing anymore, watching was pretty much all this research was and now ever will be. That is, until something interacts with him. It is different from the tragic prince, whom no matter how much DT he's accumulated, he is just as confined to this world's rules as other elements. Not this one, not the force from beyond. Not "YOU".

He makes it a mission to reach out, despite the limits of the code, to give away bits and pieces of him and see if you bite. But not too much, he's seen how you tend to exhaust a world for knowledge, something he can oddly sympathize with. I mean, what will you do once you find everything? One cannot fully know a person.

Maybe in another world, prophetized by a cute, little white dog. A much better world for everyone, without so much as war or disease, his greatest creation yet. And he could invite you to it, to experience bewilderment, to be reminded of wonder. If it could even help you, wherever you are, to deem your own world worth of partaking ... then the experiment was a success.

[crguang]

Hear me out. Vampire Shalom!

Wait, if we are a vampire, does Shalom's blood taste like cola gummy? LOLOL

It's a joke from CN commun since her hair resembles a cola gummy jelly candy

-🎹

dont even joke lad… first of all yes. yes. yall thought kafka would make a great vamp? lets bring in miss mostly unfeeling, calculating, distant and always composed shalom. apathy is a big part of vampirism to me, after a certain age you realize time is a circle and certain vamps will take on more of an observer position towards humanity because they’re not part of it. it’s easy to grow apathetic when you’ve seen history repeats itself over and over, when you’ve watched lifetimes pass and when you’re inherently disconnected from your humanity. shalom is so vamp coded in that way; she lives amongst humans but is not part of them because she was made anew. you make a vampire, there’s nothing organic about it. she’s a different kind of vamp than kafka (who likes playing with her food), she prioritizes efficiency over anything else. also a classy eater, will lure in “willing” victims with well-placed flattery and warm smiles and she prefers docile ones over those who make feeding more difficult by thrashing around. shes very intense in the way that it’ll seem like she’s giving you her undivided attention and has an excellent memory so she’ll remember every single detail you ever said or did, which makes you feel listened to and understood. that’s why i call them willing victims, she’d entice them in letting her feed from them by building a one-sided connection with them and they somehow get out of that encounter just wanting more. master manipulator. she drinks from the neck, she likes the pretend intimacy of it. very clean, no unnecessary bloodshed and doesn’t waste a drop. she finds the unpredictable side of humanity fascinating and so she spends a lot of time observing it, she understands humans on a cognitive level but things that can’t be explained in their behaviour puzzles her in a good way. only remembers traces of her own humanity like the faint notes of a perfume in the air but she can never quite connect with it. that’s not to say that she would be cruel, quite the opposite, which makes me insane. aaaaaa she was made to be a vampire, she blends in well yet still leaves people with the feeling that there’s something off about her… she’s so deceptively warm but that’s because she can’t actually be warm. you know what i mean? it’s not because she’s mean she just has not felt warmth in a minute. i could fix her

shalom’s blood would just lack some nutrients i feel like LMFAO, i don’t think she particularly cares about her body and eats whatever she has to, plus she has zero strength whatsoever so those bones are lacking some calcium or something. her relationship with her body is honestly what interests me the most about her, it’s still a human body so she must have all the physiological reactions to getting hurt but after she got shot in the neck and just smiled like idk. you drink from her and she just sits there limp and docile oh i’d be freaked out. her pulse races but there’s no reaction from her otherwise unless she figures out that it bothers you, then she adjusts her behaviour to make you more comfortable… so sentient doll-like sometimes, im scared

i always thought cola gummy was a really cute nickname lol it’s just sweet, also how chief is represented as an orange idk where that comes from but it’s cute. also!!! if u ever want to dm me your ideas you absolutely can, i don’t bite! no need to make a second acc but if that makes you more comfortable then it’s also cool by me <3

[amyispxnk]

It Hurts to be Something, Chapter 1 - Watch the Carnage Unfold.

Joel Miller x f!reader

Series summary: You and Joel were separated the night Cordyceps overtook the world. 20 years later, you finally find eachother - but things won't be the same as they were before.

Chapter Summary: A day that was supposed to be filled with fun and surprises ended up to be the beginning of the end for the world as you knew it.

A/N: WOOOO IM DOING A SERIES HERE’S THE FIRST CHAPTER IM SO SCARED TO POST

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: fluff, pet names, kissing, blood, mention of guns, infection, death

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DO NOT COPY THIS WORK IN ANY WAY PLS AND TY.

7:15AM the red numbers on the clock blinked as it beeped at a painfully loud level of noise.

“Alarm!” Sarah shouted as she banged on Joel’s bedroom door as he blinked himself awake. “Yeah, thanks honey!” He called back as he gently shook you to wake you up too.

“Hey.” He smiled at you, brushing a strand of hair out of your eyes as you blearily looked up at him. “Gotta get up. ‘S almost 7:30.” He told you.

“Oh, shit. Okay, thanks.��� You mumbled as you tried forcing yourself up and out of the bed, but it was so warm.. You just wanted to stay there forever. You couldn’t bring yourself to get up.

“C’mon sweetheart, we gotta go.” He said with a chuckle at your sleepy state.

“Fine.” You groaned as you got up, stumbling over to the bathroom and getting yourself ready, washing your face and brushing your teeth as Joel came behind you and wrapped his arms around you, pressing soft kisses to your neck which made you giggle slightly.

“What?” He grinned.

“Your beard’s all tickly.” You smirked as he let out a laugh before trailing more kisses on your body, making you laugh as you playfully pushed him off. He leaned back against the wall of the bathroom and watched you get ready, admiring you. Even without makeup and all that other shit you felt like you had to put on he thought you were the most gorgeous woman in the world.

“You gonna keep starin’ or you plan on getting ready too?” You teased as you started brushing your hair.

“Why can’t I admire my pretty lady?” He countered as you tilted your head at him, giving him a look.

“Because Sarah needs to go to school and I need to get to work and - So. Do. You.” You poked him in the chest with each word to add emphasis before ushering him to go shower and get ready too.

After about 20 minutes, you both came down the stairs. As soon as Sarah saw you she immediately commented on how slow you two were, and what the hell were you doing that took so long?! The language she used in the latter sentence earned her a stern glare from Joel as you laughed at her and prepared breakfast. There was no pancake mix, much to your dismay, and Sarah thought it was a great idea to make eggs whilst waiting for the two of you. You were scooping the eggs out of the pan when you saw not one, not two, but almost a dozen pieces of eggshell in there.

“Sarah, honey, how on earth did you manage to get all these shells in here?” You asked with raised eyebrows as you dug out another piece of shell. “What!” She laughed. “It’s extra calcium, for your old bones.” She teased as she walked up to you and grabbed herself a plate, barely sitting down before digging in and scoffing the food.

“Woah, woah there - calm down, don’t need you chokin’ this early in the mornin’.” Joel said as he sipped from his mug of coffee, kissing you on the cheek as you gave him his food and then sat with them at the table to eat.

After some of chatter about school, friends, how the contracting is going, Joel’s birthday - the topic making you and Sarah give each other a cheeky glance as you remembered what you had planned for him and making Joel look at you both confusedly - and so on, you all finished breakfast and you put the dishes away, doing some final checks on the house like checking the windows were locked and making sure the pink camellias Joel had gotten you were watered properly, before you all got into Joel’s pickup truck; you swore it was going to fall apart one of these days, paint peeling and engine sputtering for a good 20 seconds as Joel tried starting the damn thing up.

Eventually, it started to work and you all drove to Sarah’s school. You helped her out and offered to walk her up there - an offer which she swiftly denied, telling you that it was embarrassing and no one else did that, causing you to raise your hands in defence as you laughed at how worked up she got over it.

“Alright, alright. I’ll see ya later, okay?” She nodded and gave you a small smile, but you couldn’t help yourself and leaned down to give her a kiss on the forehead before walking away. She tried looking annoyed but she secretly loved when you did things like that with her, it was sweet.

You waved her goodbye and Joel started the truck up again, driving to your workplace.

“I told you you don’t have to drive me to work everytime y’know.” You said as you neared the hospital.

“Uh-huh, and I want to anyway. Not lettin’ you take the damn bus to work every mornin’, saves money that way and it means I get t’ spend more time with ya.” He grinned.

“That’s true.” You agreed as the car came to a stop in the parking lot.

“Okay, I’m gonna go then. You don’t needa pick me up today, gotta get your birthday party ready early and we all know you’re gonna take ages.” You smirked as you wiggled your eyebrows at him.

He tipped his head back against the headrest with a small groan. “Y’ still so adamant about that, huh?” He said as he looked to you sideways.

“Hey, it’s not just me! Sarah’s been wantin’ to do it for so long too, got some special stuff planned for ya.” You grinned, before getting out of the car.

“Fine. I’ll see ya later then.” He said, getting out of the car and kissing you one final time before getting back in the car and driving to his worksite.

10:39PM the analog clock on the wall of the reception at the hospital ticked as you looked up at it. Less than an hour left. Of course they needed you to work extra today, and of course you had to say yes because money is money and you want to look good in your department anyway, and this would show you could work hard. It’s fine though, you’ll still probably be home before Joel anyway.

People were filing into the hospital just as your shift was about to end a few hours prior, and they told you they needed you to stay. Something about people twitching like crazy, groaning and gurgling, with no clear reason as to why - so they needed you and as many people as they could to try figure out what the hell was going on and sort these people out.

No more than 5 minutes later, there was a crash and a shriek from one of the examining rooms and you rushed over with a few other doctors. One of them, Sam, opened the door and let out a yell similar to the one you’d heard before. When you went to see what was going on, the patient lurched onto him and pushed him to the ground, sinking its teeth into his neck before you could even process the sight before you in the room.

The doctor who was performing the examination in there was bleeding out onto the floor, flesh torn and teeth marks visible on her neck. Her eyes were wide and frozen, cold without any emotion in them anymore as her lifeless body lay there. You were positively horrified, and although you wished you were braver in that moment, you weren’t. You left Sam to die, figuring there was no way to save him and not wanting to take a chance if there was.

You didn’t even grab your bag, you didn’t even get out of your PPE or anything as you rushed out of the hospital, leaving the utter carnage that had erupted inside behind you as you took off down the street. You had to get home, you had to find Joel and Sarah and make sure they were okay. You’d hole up inside or something, surely he had a gun there, you’d be safe together, they just had to be okay.

You turned down the street and barely managed to shield yourself from an explosion of flames coming from a car which had crashed into a building, completely blocking your path. Shit, shit, shit. You didn’t have another way to get home which was fast enough - you couldn’t get to them in time without completely risking your life, and what would be the point if you got attacked and bitten?

Turning down a street corner, you found a store which had the shutters down but a side door which was cracked open the slightest bit, and you darted for it, not even thinking if any of those things were inside.

You rushed in and slammed the door behind you, panting heavily as you looked around. Noone was there. You searched for any stairs that might lead to a second floor which could have people on it, but there were none. You were safe for now, but you needed to get back onto the street, you needed to get home. Maybe there was a gun here, or something that would be useful. You needed protection if you were to get back.

You searched behind the counter and let out a sigh of relief when you found a handgun and some boxes with ammo inside the drawer with it, quickly pocketing them and peeking outside the shutters of the store. Still a total mess out there, you had to formulate some sort of plan before just running out if you didn’t want to get killed.

Your eyes darted around the scene before you until you saw an alleyway which had a sign with your neighbourhood name on it. Of course, how did you not think of that? There were a multitude of small streets that could help you get home.

You checked your gun one last time before bolting out of the store and running to the alley, pushing past screaming people on your way. You shoved a gate open at the end of the alley and you were about to turn onto the next street when you saw one of them, its back turned to you before it let out a growl and began to turn around. You hastily pressed yourself back against the wall, just behind the corner, concealing yourself as best you could and thanking God when it ran past you down the other way.

After what seemed like hours, you finally made it home. You pushed the door open and screamed for anyone - Joel, Sarah, even fucking Tommy, to no avail. You searched every room, praying for no bodies and you guessed your prayers had been answered when no one was there. That was good, but now you were alone. You looked around and noticed Joel’s coat was back on the hanger, meaning he’d gotten home already. That means the two of them were at least together, and probably safe too since Joel knew his way around a gun.

You paced around for a minute or two as you tried to gather your thoughts and figure out what to do.

You decided that you had to try to find them, even if you thought they were safe, you had to know.

Searching the house didn’t bring you many resources and you walked back out onto the street, if you could get out of the city.. Find somewhere with less people around, less of these sick people that could get you infected too, you’d be safe. That’s probably what Joel was thinking when he left, at least you hoped it was as you made your way out of the neighbourhood and as far away as you could get from Austin.

Thank you sm for reading, I hope you enjoyed! This is the beginning of my first series ever and God I hope it’s good. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated and requests are open. 💞

[flock-talk]

Just curious about things like mineral blocks, cuttlefish, bird sand and other things like that.

Are there any that arent safe and are sold anyway and are there any that are needed to have a healthy bird?

Im getting a bird soon and i just wanna make sure what im getting them is safe

Virtually all mineral blocks are either providing false claims, harmful, or just aren’t needed when a bird is on a good diet. Mineral blocks or mineral perches are typically bad because of the excessive sweeteners and dyes they put in the product, in perch form this becomes a much larger problem as the powdered dye rubs off on the bird and can lead to feather destructive behaviour as they try to rip the stained feathers off their body. Vitamin supplement blocks are largely unnecessary if your bird is eating a good diet already, leaving them free access can cause problems since if they’re already eating a good diet they won’t need excess supplementation and having free access to chew and swallow the block can cause overdoses.

Cuttlebone isn’t a bad choice, and I do use them, the only thing with cuttlebone is that not a lot of calcium gets absorbed from it. Which is good because it helps prevent overdosing, but if your bird is in a drastic medical need for excess calcium it may not provide the doses you’re looking for. It is helpful in levelling out their nutrition, isn’t filled with sugar or dyes which makes it safer/healthier, and can be a fun texture for birds to rip apart without risks of overdosing. It does still provide some absorbable calcium, just not enough to really cause problems if they’re free fed the cuttlebone.

“Conditioning blocks” and “edible wood perches” are both generally ones to be wary of. Both are usually just designed to be desirable for the bird to chew on to grind their beak down. This can be done just as easily with an inedible toy, most parrots don’t eat inedible objects (there’s the odd bird out who might), there isn’t really a need for a conditioning block if there’s adequate enrichment. Again the blocks are usually harshly dyed which can transfer to feathers and some may be flavoured to encourage the bird to chew and swallow them which isn’t great when they’re usually mixed with grit or wood, and some may be vitamin fortified which could lead to an OD.

Grit or “bird sand” is another one you’ll see and how it’s still marketed to parrots is beyond me. Grit is tiny stones or oyster shells that travel through the digestive system to sit in the final stage of processing, the gizzard. The gizzard is a mechanical stomach that breaks down food by squeezing and grinding. These tiny rocks are supposed to sit in the gizzard and aid in that grinding process as the rocks get crushed against seed hulls and break them down faster. Thing is, parrots don’t eat seed hulls and their diet doesn’t consist of anything that has bones or other hard material. When they eat grit the stones end up just getting ground against the gizzard walls instead and can cause an array of digestive problems including lacerations to their digestive tract.

[yeenybeanies]

Hi so this is gonna be weird but I need to freak out about ur g/t au. I love it sooo much you have no idea.

I just wanted to ask, since in a tweet you said giant bones are hollow, does this mean they follow bird bone rules? Like hollow but still dense to provide strength?(for example a bird and mammal that are roughly the same size will have a very similar weight despite the mammal having solid bones!)

Also it is believed that hollow bones help with air circulation during flight via pneumatic sacs connected to the respiratory system located in the bones themselves. So (if your giants follow this rule) does this mean they have amazing "lung" capacity? I imagine that their proportional lungs already compensate enough for the oxygen requirement but it is interesting to think about the implications. Being able to hold their breath for longer? Heavily oxygen saturated blood? How buoyant would they be?

Another thing I thought of! You already addressed the calcium requirement, but do your giants also need extra collagen? Since collagen is a primary component in bones and ligaments (and a bunch of other stuff but i need to keep mostly on track) and provides structure to your bones and joint support.

Anyway. That's all for now. Im sorry for the long message. I wish I could blend your AU and drink it. Also science is my jam. Thank you for your content!

this is a super fun ask!! thank you for bouncing biology ideas off of me!!

under a cut bc we get a lil long here:

so, to your first point: i'd like to point out that i'm going off of what we've seen in the past with dinosaurs, wherein these huge creatures had hollow bones to reduce the weight they would otherwise be carrying. i will admit i arbitrarily picked a weight scale factor for giants (12x instead of 15.6x), & am working in the hollow bones/additional air sacs/slimmer build in to make that work.

that being said! i would agree that giants have a (proportionally) different lung capacity than humans! probably bigger, more efficient lungs (taking advantage of those extra air sacs), which would help their metabolic efficiency. given their slower metabolisms ,too, i would wager that giants could probably hold their breath for a bit longer than humans.

hippos, which outweigh my giants, & are also fully warm-blooded, can hold their breath for about 5 minutes at a time. so, somewhat arbitrarily, i'd say that giants can maybe hold their breath for 5-7 minutes at once. still longer than a human for sure, but this ties into another question of yours & point of mine:

i have it in my mind/headcanons that giants in my au cannot swim well. they're somewhat like other great apes, like chimps, in that they don't maintain a lot of body fat––at least not so much to offset the density of their muscles, so they are more likely to sink in water, despite all the evolutionary adaptations to keep them light-weight. i touched on this a little in one of the MitB chapters where ghost & soap were bickering about ghost's ability to swim, where he asserted that he could, which wasn't common among giant kind. those that are dedicated can swim––ghost is able to & does know how to swim––but it is incredibly strenuous & exhausting & not sustainable.

which does tie into another aspect of giants! while they are undeniably bigger & stronger than humans, they don't have as much stamina. it's kinda impossible to maintain the same degree of stamina that humans have evolved at a giant size. so, while giants do have relatively more stamina than the average mammal, humans can still smoke them in terms of distance running. so, the the olden days, humans would wound & chase their prey animals into giant ambushes, where humans would chase the animals to exhaustion into a team of giants that would then take them down, or pursue them in the last few miles until they fully dropped.

moving back onto your points!: collagen! i find research on the consumption of collagen to be dubious at best, & have had college professors tell me that collagen "supplements" are just a bunch of bs, so... idk, i feel like whatever requirements giants need to maintain themselves is largely found in their diets. they do have very fibrous diets (mostly plant matter), & eat most of the less desirable parts of animals, like skin & bones.

but hey!! thank you for the ask!! i love thinking about stuff like this!! even if some of it has to be hand-waved, it's still fun to consider in a way that might make it semi-realistic!

[merlions]

Im not writing this up as a whole PSA type Thing bc I didn't do any deeper research on it yet and don't know all the particulars but one cool thing my A&P teacher mentioned this week was that wrt bone density, testosterone "works like estrogen at the tissue level" - as in, taking estrogen blockers doesn't increase your risk for osteoporosis if you're also taking T, cause the testosterone will store calcium in your bones just the same way estrogen does. And I think that's pretty cool

[crestfallen-infatuation]

Lately I been feelin' like I don't know who the fuck I am (Don't know who I am)

Tryna figure out where the stage ends and I begin (Where do I begin?)

'Till the bitter end, I proceed with a hollow heart (Hollow heart)

Cut my wounds and call it art (Call it art)

Watch me as i come apart

Yeah, pull up Cullinan they wondering which sport I play

I say what I want and what you can't afford to say

Unless I'm hollering "Grey" ain't much else I gotta say (Grey, grey, grey)

I made a gang and I made a way

And I made the wave and it's here to stay (Yeah)

Yeah, fakin' a smile while I'm flexin'

Alarm going off for my antidepressant

My girl is up early and bitchin' and stressin' (I can't go)

About how Im here but I'm lackin' in presence (I can't go)

I tell her, "I love you", but it's lackin' essence (I can't go)

And now I remember just who I am

But give me a pill this one for the win

I'm gone again

Yeah playa, yeah playa, all my teeth gold

Damn playa, damn playa, I still can't sleep though

My type of vacation is isolation

I wanna be left alone, gonna see how long I'll hold

Until I end up fighting off temptations

Of self-annihilation (Self annihilation)

I'm holdin' myself hostage by all of this emotional blockage

I can't fuckin' stop it now, It's all coming out (It's all coming out!)

A verbal kind of vomit, I wish I could gut it out (Gut it out!)

Take away my stomach, fucking rip it all apart

A hollow cage of calcium that used to hold my heart

I know I'm meant to be alone

I can feel it in my bones (Holding myself hostage by all of this emotional blockage)

And in my soul (Holding myself hostage by all of this emotional blockage)

[newyorkreject]

Raw

I guess ill see you around

When the wind blows

And the leaves turn brown.

When all i hear is screaming

Yet no ones making a sound.

I sometimes see you on my skin

When the sun has been beating down.

I see you in my dreams

Or when im higher than these dark clouds.

I try to calm the rain, the storm,

But, instead, the thunder-

The lightning calms me down.

The water falls, falls in love from the sky.

Hits the thin blades of grass,

The cold darkness of the roads pavement.

It's a union I've been seeing more and more recently,

A union, huh,

Reminds me of you.

The mountains cut deep into this atmosphere,

Has the sky by the throat,

Killing it yet holding it dear, oh,

Reminds you of me?

You can feel the ashes burrow into your lungs, your skin,

The smoke, the invisible flames engulf this paper mache town,

Made of newspaper clippings and headlines of the end of the world

And the glue of shed blood and tears oh,

Go head and ask me

If that makes for a good adhesive

And, for you,

I'll have an answer.

The sun goes down and kisses the other side of Earth's face

As the dying moon weakly climbs up the coast to take its place.

Over the waters, the oceans, the barren land,

I feel your emptiness take up this absence of space.

The subject of me feels like a topic in Sunday school,

Where the good Lord brings me up just to test you.

The dust on those old books collecting

Like a blood pool on the shelves.

At this time, it's all currently history-

Nothing but forgotten words sleeping on thin fragile biblical paper,

Oh won't you use me

To roll up that of the Devil?

That is all I use it for now.

For if it can't bring me salvation,

I'll find a way for it to bring me peace.

Let your fingers gently draw over the scars we once caused,

Let the burn marks illicit visions of the hell I went through.

I am still haunted

By the cackling of burnt embers,

Of the smell of a rancid camp fire,

Of the screams, oh the screams

Oh, of it all.

The Devil's hands are softer

Then yours.

His nails scraping layer after layer of skin

To where the calcium from my broken bones laid still

Hidden underneath of them.

For me to have been reborn.

Darling, but not a darling of mine,

I had to

Bleed.

I have to

Shed

The skin you had touched.

For me to have been reborn

I had to

Go

Raw.

[mousegirlheart]

your bones ache because not enough calcium from choese.

it likely is in all genuine honestly. im severely vitamin d deficient (bloods said basically 0 OOPS) and i think that harms calcium absorption. between the obnoxious amount of cheese i eat, and the high protein high calcium milk i drink, i probably still am not getting enough calcium

[pokemoncenter]

[@champ-inthemaking] ok humor me for a sec n pretend u think arceus is real. wheres its weak point. ur a dr right u know shit abt joints. im thinkin go for the knees

Well, I'm already in hot water for my sacreligious views, so why not? (Note: All observations and discussion here assumes a raging specimen which cannot and will not be pacified, leaving it a matter of life or death. If it is not this serious, do not attempt to combat wild Pokemon yourself.)

I have searched online for a moment, and this is an artist's rendition of the most common depiction of Arceus- A quadrupedal, mammalian Pokemon most resembling a Sawsbuck or a Stantler.

If you were to be trapped in an emergency situation with one of those Pokemon bearing down on you, then yes, the knees would be a wise place to aim, as their legs are far thinner, and they tend to take calcium from their bones to make their horns, to be replenished later.

However, as you can see, according to this depiction, Arceus' legs are quite thick-set. They are likely extremely muscular, and thus, aiming for the legs would be futile at best- Most likely, you would simply get trampled in a moment's notice.

The next thing that comes to mind is the 'ring'- Resembling nothing so much as bony antlers around it. According to folklore and legend, this ring is something akin to a halo, glowing and shining with its power when it uses it. If you could break this, it would likely hamper the Arceus' ability to fight. However, it's also roughly akin to trying to defeat a gun by breaking its barrel, while said barrel is pointed directly at you.

What I find most interesting about this, from a biological point of view, however, is the long neck with that strange crest. The shape and pointedness of it suggests it's a hard, protective shell of some kind, rather than simply fur. In other words, there is something in it that needs to be protected. Given that and its overall head shape, this would be my suggestion:

Aim for the neck, directly below that white crest. While Arceus has no mouth in this depiction and thus presumably does not eat, the overall size and shape of its body suggests that its brain would extend lower into the throat. The shell around its upper neck is there to protect its lower brain stem. A strong impact right below that would have a similar effect as a strong blow to a human's chin, causing momentary dizziness and stunning.

[thumperdaetime]

tips for keeping your teeth clean when your brain hates it: try different flavors. sometimes the flavor or texture is unpleasant enough to make us avoid it. there are more mild or smoother formulas. the important thing is that you are brushing not that you are doing it with the most powerful paste. also consider that the friction of brushing without toothpaste is better than not brushing at all.

get a fun toothbrush. I found great success with getting a toothbrush that tracks my brushing data because it made it a game about how good I could brush. Despite how a small change at home could throw off my brushing for a week, I always brushed my teeth when I spent the night away because my travel toothbrush had firm bristles. And that unique sensation kept me interested enough to brush. If you find yourself forgetting to brush try a new brush with a fun feature. It sorta puts teeth brushing back at the top of your mental queue.

consider bringing teeth brushing to you. Get a couple toothbrushes and put them in places where you find yourself thinking about brushing your teeth. Maybe you always remember when you get into bed. I personaly keep a travle toothbrush and floride free toothpaste in my car for my commute to work and other things im running late to. (its floride free becase im prone to forgetting a place to spit and its bad to consume alot of floride. Becase it can replace the calcium in bones.)

Keep sugar-free gum. Chewing gum is not the same as brushing your teeth. But it does get some gunk off your teeth and can help freshen your breath, and that keeps cavities down. I keep a specific flavor of gum in my bed (not recommended) to chew as I fall asleep when I forgot to brush before I got comfy. (and I have a matching flavor of toothpaste for before bed brushing, so i can tie that flavor to going to bed)

to all the depressed teens out there not brushing your teeth FUCKING BRUSH THEM i promise you i promise you i promise you i promise you look at me i promise you my heart my liver my lungs that you’re gonna thank yourself later. Just once a day even. Please

[000life-is-meaningless000]

it Doesn't matter how good you are, SOMEONE'S ALWAYS BETTER ! ! ! ! ! ! !

( it's not about the stupid video games, it's just a fucking example )

and even if you are the best, you can't stop dying like all the rest

before you know what you to will be just another pile of scattered bones in the ground some random miscellaneous fucking calcium in the form of a fucking human being

. . . 😡 . . .

Why, Bother ?

&

Doesn't matter how Good you are doesn't matter how great you are that's it really doesn't even matter how smart you are or spiritual or even wise in the end we all return back to the void to which we came the big black Ethereal paranormal fucking void, our history gets erased, tainted or perverted or twisted, details of our story or permanently lost forming a different image that didn't happen, and even if history is correct it doesn't matter Because, Life Is Profane ! ! ! ! ! ! !

The Spirit Realm !

&

Nothing fucking matters life isn't a gift at the middle finger from the gods the goddesses and Yahweh, Himself !

do not cherish life do not celebrate life and do not worship God be happy when people die celebrate they don't have to suffer in this miserable existence anymore

The more that died the better Extinction is the ultimate blessing not a curse you wanted you want to end up extinct you don't want to end up surviving, if you're reading it's a wondering why I'm containing eyes because of those fucking Gray's, won't let me go !

trust me they psionicly connect to me they psionically probe me, psychically watch me im their fucking psionic bitch !

😡

if I could have taken myself out this blog would have never even existed !

🙏🏻 - Death is Sacred, Life is Profane !

[primordialaxis]

messed it up again cause apparently i am healing

I was finally seeing the effects on my health, my nails breaking cause of lack of calcium, tge lack of vitamin, losing my muscle mass, not being able to dream cause my body doesn’t have the energy. So much effects cause of starving and oddly enough i felt well

i juts know it didnt last, once again i ruin it, tought with the new year i was gonna starve better. I want to be sick, at my goal weight, to actually be skinny, i still have so much fat surrounding my bones, whn i mive i see my bones and all this fat covering them, i wish i coukd get rid of it and be just bones, my skin sticking to my bones, i need to. But i eat, im hungry, i crave, i want to eat more just for the flavor and when i do i regret it cause the moment of eating lasts so little and the taste goes fast, then i regret cause the calories pile up and i lose littke to no weight. I wish to be sick and extremely thin