#spinal chord

[glorknius]

When your slouch is so bad that when you sit straight, the area between your neck and back cracks

[sqrkyclean]

chronic pain nightmare hell world

[madelynpryor]

haha uhm. yeah. yeah right. hed never do that. mhm.

[ohno-the-sun]

Ya know sometimes it’s funny to me

I’m like why do I always write the boys as humans and specifically recently mermaids, why not write them as robots?

And then I look at my backlog of human bio and fish anatomy stuff and I’m like-

Yeah okay I could world-build for hours using this

And on the other hand I am completely in the dark about most programming and robotics things

[ace-and-ranty]

My issue with Temeraire is that I go to Naomi Novik for her angry girls and this one seems to be Oops All Men

Indeed, that seems to be the case. But this shan't bother me; I go to Naomi for, well, basically absolutely everything, so I'm sure I'll find much to love even in the absence of Best Girls.

[obayashi]

asa's character intro is maybe the sickest of all time

[birdy-bird27]

Here is my live blog notes of reading the new chapter of The first of a shattered mirror

Mostly for @volivolition I didn’t send this as an ask bc it was long lol but here are my thoughts as I read the chapter

This chapter is hilarious already the physical crew always brings the A game

Hand cordination saying gun? Like a puppy hearing treat lol

Savvy my boyyyy he’s back! All for a couple coins from an altar lol

lol we are not punching a child part

Love when contact Mike is brought up Voltion is like we gotta put a stop to this

Poor volition putting up a. Plea to be reasonable but the phys gang is in control this time around. The whole intervention Voltion really stressed out

Naurrr Harry don’t listen to the fascist ideas of time travel 😭 don’t do it

Echem is really shining this time lol especially around the princess “big *woman*”

I knew the voice of stubborn would get along great with the coach

The home made Gatorade lol

LMAOOO the coach check and echem both saying they can take her I cantttt this chapter I knew it was going to be good

Reaction speed returning just the right time

Omg the voice of the stubborn joined the team! You impressed the coach son 😎

Ahh yes just what I expected the voice of the stubborn starting to push his power.

. Much like the game how he takes over the narration I love it

Good call Harry out Voltion and the physical skills

Drat I forgot which skill is missing. Visual calculus? I have foolishly thought he was not missing though

Yooo spinal cord!

I was right Visual calculus! My boyyy so underrated!!! Yess

Even the voices can appreciate his awesome work hell yea

“VOLITION [Medium: Success] - If you make it out of this in one piece, you *definitely* need to get back in touch with that therapist. None of this is good.” So true Voltion

Yess visual calc with his math

Oop he threw the jersey away

That ending beautiful muah love it. There’s more to all of it. So many thoughts woah. Absolutely visceral and bloody I love it!!’

Perfect balance of humor and sadness to it all absolutely wonder.

God I love this fic so much

[the-ipre]

george rexstrew is trying to kill me with the edwin playlist. the first notes of for forever came on and i full body convulsed

[insaneillusionist]

Just because I have spinal fluid doesn’t mean it works as lube.

[helloiamaustin]

Fiber optic cables

[donuts4evry1]

you know what if I was a human living in a jellyfish world i would not identify as aromantic i'd be so attracted to the jellyfish /j

[iwaasfairy]

bruh literally wtf is happening lately is economy going marginally bad or smt (ʃƪΦзΦ) hello ghost of christmas past lsdHDHDHD just as I’m about to go to bed too smh

[reckoningss]

Breaking my silence to say that it’s been Fuck Eren Jeager since day one and I’m not switching up now

[brood-mother]

i wish i was still at sea

[yourfavoritehouseplant]

Today something in my brain snapped and I tried to actually find any evidence of a binomial name for these guys. Searched through an entire article about Japanese Ascidian fauna and found nothing. As a last resort I even tried plugging in every species in the genus Clavelina, even Pycnoclavella since they've recently been separated. Nothing.

Unfortunately I gotta confirm they are fake, but there are real tunicates that are still plenty skeletal!

We've got Clavelina moluccensis, which seems to be our closest match to the original image:

These guys actually are off the coast of Japan, like the original image source claims the little panda skeletons are.

Then there's Clavelina delavallei, a spooky favorite of mine

They remind me of beached whale ribs

And to represent Pycnoclavella, here's Pycnoclavella brava

Anyway, if anyone would like to go on a rabbit hole of their own, here are my sources!

Species records of Ascidians

Ascidians of Japan

The National Center for Biotechnology Information???

[brooke121000]

Hi! This is a request. Something along the lines of Reader sitting on Spencer Reid’s lap as he talks about his special interests and his hands happen to wander all over your body. Make it as smutty or fluffy as you’d like! Thank you!!

wandering • S. Reid

Make it as smutty or fluffy as you’d like, you say??😈😈 I say both. full disclosure, I did write him a bit more dom then my usual. Ty!

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Spencer liked to talk. a lot.

It bothered people, very frequently actually- but you on the other hand? You thought it was charming. Spencer liked that about you, you were always willing to listen. No matter what station his train of thought was rolling through that day- you’d be there, head resting in your hands, nodding and commenting, your eyes never leaving his.

This particular day, his mind was set on rare neurological disorders. You were sat in his lap on the couch, fidgeting with the ends of his sleeves while he spoke. A nature documentary was playing on your tv, but neither of you were paying attention, so much so you had turned the volume off.

“Oh, another one-“ he grinned,resting his warm hands on your waist. “Metachromatic leukodystrophy. It’s genetic, actually- autosomal recessive.”

“Oh, what does that one do?” You queried, doing your best not to sound disinterested although you were preoccupied with his fraying sweater seams.

“Basically, our brains and nerves are very delicate. There’s a substance called lipids that build up frequently on the brain, spinal chord and peripheral nerves-“ he interrupted his own sentence to place a small kiss on the crook of your neck, sending warmth down through your collarbones. Despite the loving gesture, you frowned.

“That’s sounds scary.”

“It is, it is. Luckily, we all have enzymes whose sole jobs are to break down those lipids. People with Metachromatic leukodystrophy-“

You interrupted with a guess, raising your head to meet his eyes. “Don’t produce the enzymes?”

He grinned. “Exactly, love.”

“I guessed.”

“Well-“ he shrugged. “It was a good guess.” He pressed a kiss to the corner of your lips, going back to his rant. 

“Oddly enough, it actually has similar symptoms to Kuru disease- that’s the one that causes tremors. Only lipids don’t eat away at the tissue,” his hands slowly slid up your sides, caressing your arms and trailing along the curve of your breasts. “..they just block it off.”

You giggled a little at the touch, face warming as you shifted in his lap.

“Stop it.” He said softly, with a smile, guiding your hips down. “It causes a lot of terrible symptoms, anyway. Loss of senses- the most interesting being an inability to detect pain.”

He sneaked another kiss to the side of your neck, a hand moving up to push your hair out of the way. 

“It was discovered in the early 20th century, and three forms emerged. Infantile,” his hands slid down your sides, lips pressing quick, sloppy kisses to your jawline. 

“juvenile,” as his hands slipped over your thighs, caressing the skin, “and adult.” As his hands expertly pushed your knees apart.

Your breath hitched. “Mhm, spence-“

He sighed through his nose. “Are you listening?”

“yeah, yeah, I am, just- keep going.”

His chin rested on top of your head as he firmly grabbed your hips, spinning you around so your forehead was against his chest, your legs straddling him. 

“okay. Pay attention- back to MLD. The infantile form is, of course, the worst, it progresses the quickest and the symptoms are often the most brutal, particularly-“ 

His hands slid between your thighs, sending a rush up your core, and you pushed your head into his chest a little in a sad attempt of soothing your nerves.

“particularly seizures. Because of this, it’s misdiagnosed often, usually for some form of epilepsy.”

Was he really going to do this? While lecturing you about seizures? Jesus, this boy was going to kill you someday.

His fingers traced along the lace of your panties, one hand situated between the plush of your thighs, one on your waist. The contrast between the movements of his hands and the subject matter leaving his mouth was giving you whiplash, but you were so desperate for any kind of physical attention you let him continue speaking. 

“There’s no cure, obviously, there rarely is for anything genetic and neurological.” He spoke, tone never faltering- even as his hand pushed your panties to the side, running along the slick of your folds and pressing a small circle to your clit- causing fireworks to erupt in your core and causing you to let out a long whine, muffled by the fabric of his shirt.

He pinched your side, gently, just as a reminder. “Shhh, love. Don’t you want to hear what I’m saying?”

you managed a shaky nod.

“Good.” He spoke simply, his fingers continuing to work expert circles into you. 

“Anyway- before I was interrupted, I was going to say- there’s no cure, but there’s ways to keep the patient comfortable.”

At this point his voice was sure, constant and gentle, causing you to nearly have to strain to hear him correctly. His hands never faltered- and your muscles clenched, thighs tightening around him as the smell of his cologne enclosed your senses.

Your breath was quick, quieted whines and whimpers peaking through, although muffled by the thick material of his sweater. He continued. “Research, mainly in Europe, is proving stem cell treatment to be beneficial.. but that’s mostly in younger patients.”

Your breath hitched when his fingers just slightly trailed down, circling around your entrance and slowly pushing in as his voice persisted.

“a-ah!”

“Shush. You really need to listen, baby.”

His fingers pushed in and out of you, speed never falling even once. “There’s a drug, that was also developed in Europe- called Atidarsagene autotemcel.”

Your hips circled, his fingers curling as he worked you up to the edge. A choked moan escaped your lips, which he ignored.

“baby, cmon- I was saying, since metachromatic leukodystrophy affects the ARSA gene, the treatment takes hematopoietic stem cells from the patient and genetically modifies them to contain a fake, corrected ARSA gene-“

You moaned into his chest, your thighs clenching tighter around him- one hand flattening onto his back for purchase as his ministrations continued, pulling you closer to your inevitable climax.

“g-god, Spencer, can you just- please,”

His movements sped up. “Please, what? I don’t think you even know what you’re asking for, baby. You don’t have to worry, I don’t plan on stopping.”

You were lost for words, breath leaving your chest as his words began to blur together. You babbled something out, your back arching as fireworks lit up your nerves, pleasure washing over you in the midst of your climax.

“s-Spence!”

You pushed your forehead into his chest as his fingers worked you through your orgasm, his free hand coming up to gently hold the back of your head.

“shh, I know,” his hands withdrew from you, slipping out from your thighs and out from under your skirt. He grabbed your chin and allowed your lips to open, pushing his fingers into your mouth. “Here, taste yourself.”

He watched, desire in his eyes as you licked them clean, your cheeks hollowing. He slipped them out from your bruised lips and pressed another kiss to the top of your head.

When you lifted your still-trembling legs to get off his lap, he furrowed his brows, pouting.

“You’re leaving? I was just about to tell you about prions.”

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