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opens-up-4-nobody · 2 years ago
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My half of an art trade with @narusasuart :-]
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beatriceportinari · 2 years ago
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theyluvbix · 6 months ago
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I HATE BASS GUITAR. 😾 (plays until my dad yells at me to go to bed)
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bandchat · 9 months ago
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One thing I missed by not buying a ton of guitar equipment since the early 90s is the whole digital revolution. Line 6 came along in 1996 and pioneered digital effects and amp sounds, making a big splash in 1998 with their POD. Since then, things have evolved significantly; so much so that fiercely analog junkie artists, such as Eric Johnson, have weighed in on the subject with regards to both effects and amp modeling (he is "encouraged" by them, but they haven't replaced any of his main gear...yet).
I recently bought the Yamaha THR5 (pictured above; more info about the THR product line here) so I'd have an easy way to tote an amp around, plus record my playing. I admit to being impressed with how well it models classic amps and effects. It simulates both Fender style clean tones and Marshall crunch, plus chorus, flanger, phaser, delay, and reverb (with extras such as compression if you connect to a computer). Plus, it also sounds great when I hook my tried-and-true effects right into it.
Here's to wondering when we start using instruments that model guitars themselves, not just amplification and effects...
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lokis-army-77 · 1 year ago
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A request for you: hugging best friend!Eddie and he pops a boner. Do what you will with this information. - @munson-blurbs 💚
Recipes for Romance
Bestfriend!Eddie Munson x fem reader
Word Count: 2.1k
When your best friend comes home while you're cooking dinner and something happens. . .
Warning: 18+. Oral (m receiving), gagging, choking, masturbation, cum swallowing
Thank you @munson-blurbs for sending this in.. I do believe this is the best BJ I've written 💗💗.
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It's funny how love happens. One minute you're friends with someone and then the next, you realize something fundamental in your relationship has changed. No longer were you childhood best friends living together in a small, two-bedroom apartment trying to make a place for yourselves in this world. Now, you were childhood best friends who live together but one of you has an unrequited crush on the other. 
Simple chores around the house and just hanging out with one another have turned into something more domestic on your end. You could see yourself coming home to him so easily. 
Really, what would change if you were to tell him? Nothing, other than he would kiss you when you came home instead of only giving you a hug and asking what was on the menu for dinner that night. 
That's where you were tonight. In the kitchen, chopping up ingredients for dinner like usual, thanks to Eddie's lack of expertise in anything other than pizza rolls and microwavable macaroni cups. If it had been left up to him both of you probably would have starved by now. 
It was nearing eight when Eddie strolled through the apartment door, guitar slung on his back and an amp being hoisted up in his arms. Oh, those arms. He was wearing a black muscle shirt, perfect for the summer heat and showing off the delicious-looking veins that protrude from them. 
“Hey, Eds!” You call out to him. 
He grumbles out, “Hey,” in response, and fumbles with his things all the way down the hallway behind you, to your right, and into his room. 
It’s a few moments and chopped cilantro later that you hear his bare feet padding back to where you are. 
“How was your day?” The question comes out smoothly, without a thought, because you had been asking him this same thing forever. 
“Good," he answers. “I’m exhausted.” 
“Well, it’s a good thing dinner's almost ready, then you can go to bed.” You move about the small rectangular kitchen area with the grace that comes with knowing the area like the back of your hand. 
You’re stirring the warming spaghetti sauce so that it doesn’t burn to the bottom of the pan when you feel those same bare arms you had been lustfully gazing at only a short while before reaching around your hips. You stop, freezing your movements to focus on how not to let Eddie feel the racing of your heart. 
His chin rests on your shoulder and his hair tickles your neck. “Smells good,” he mumbles. 
You blush. You know he’s talking about the food but you wish he were talking about you. It was always nerve-wracking for you when he got clingy like this. Knowing you couldn’t just relax into him how you wanted. Having to hold yourself back from turning your head and giving him a peck on the lips. 
Eddie continued to watch you cook, nuzzling his nose deeper into the crook of your neck. You were hyper-aware of his lips on your bare skin and you were even more aware of growing hardness pressing against your ass. 
Your face heats up even more as you think to yourself, ‘Why god? Why do this to me?’ It’s a struggle to keep stirring the food when all your attention is focused on your best friend's dick. You shift your weight from one foot to the other, the movement has Eddie humming into your neck and making him harden even more. 
One of his hands unwraps from around you and grips your hip. You can feel his breathing becoming more labored as he struggles behind you. 
You reposition yourself once more, this time pushing back into him just a little. Eddie can’t catch the strangled moan that flies up from his throat. 
“Fuck.” His lips move across your skin like a hot branding iron, saying your name breathlessly. 
“Eddie?” You question innocently. 
“Hum?” He replies. 
You push the saucepan back onto a cool part of the stovetop and turn the once-in-use eye off. 
“Are you…” You can’t bring yourself to say it out loud, but he knows your silent query. 
It takes him a moment to say anything. He swallows hard and nods. “Yeah. Shit, I’m sorry.” He squeezes your hip with his large hand and begins to back away. 
“Wait!” Your voice is louder than you had anticipated it to be but the urgency in it stops Eddie before he is fully separated from you. “Eddie, wait,” you say much softer this time. 
He stops, the tips of his fingers barely touching you. You turn around in his light hold, eyes staring up into his. Your heart is beating a mile a minute as you say, “I can help with that y’know.” 
Eddie sputters, seemingly choking on air. “W-what?” His face blushed a deep red and it flushed all the way down his neck.
Taking a breath, you try and calm yourself down. Those six words can’t be taken back now, but why would you want to do that anyway? The thought of his hard cock filling your mouth was the only thing running through your mind and now that a chance had arisen, you were going to take it. 
“I said,” You trail your hand down down down until you are cupping him over his jeans. “I can help with that… Unless you don’t want me to.” 
Eddie’s eyes go wide and he opens and closes his mouth like he’s trying to find the words to say only to be left mute. Instead, he nods his head, letting his curls cover his face. 
You turn your bodies, pushing him up against the counter, and with less practiced grace than moving about the kitchen, you begin to undo his pants. His breath catches and he looks away from you for only a moment when your hand dips past the waistband of his pants. 
“Oh god-” He swallows. 
Ever so slowly you begin your descent to your knees, taking his pants and boxers down with you. The sight left before you makes your mouth water and your legs clench. He looks painfully hard, the tip flush and a bead of pre-cum pooling at the slit. You ached to run your tongue over the vein protruding down his shaft, you needed to have his balls in your mouth. 
So, that’s what you do. From base to tip you lick a fat, wet strip up him. His hips jerk forward, one hand caught in your hair, and the other holds on for dear life to the edge of the counter. You lick again and again, over and over. 
“Fuck-,” your name falls from Eddie's lips in a whimper. That sound had your stomach flipping and your pussy fluttering. You needed him to do that again.  
You start to pepper kisses along his shaft, ending at his head and giving it one big smooch before opening and taking him into your mouth. 
Eddie tugs on your hair at the first experimental suck that you give him. You can't help but moan at the slight pain. Taking him a bit more you suck again, gentle and with little force. 
"Ah-." There it was, that whiny sound. 
You bring your hand up to wrap around the length of him not nestled in the warmth of your mouth. Giving him a firm squeeze you begin to move. Up and down, up and down. You follow your hand with your mouth. 
The hot and tangy taste of him spreads across your tongue and pre-cum just dribbles out of him. Really, it makes you salivate, it makes you wet. And what really turns you on is knowing that this is your best friend. This is the guy you've known since forever. The guy you never thought you would ever be doing this with. 
It made you hungry for more, needy, and unsatisfied. You dip your head further down, lips meeting your fingers at his base.
"Oh God. Oh fuck." Another strangled whimper followed by the prettiest grunts and groans. Your other hand, resting on Eddie's thigh, could feel how his leg tensed with every suck, with every nudge of the back of your throat. Then he jerked forward again. His cock buries deep into your throat.
You choke and gag around him, spit dripping from the corners of your mouth and falling down your neck. Tears sting in your eyes but you let him thrust into you. 
Eddie says your name like a prayer. It flows from his lips in a melody only for you. He’s got your hair fisted in his hand, fingers digging into your skull. Your own fingers dig into his strong thighs. Then, he lets you go and you pull away fast for air. A string of drool connects your lips to his cock. 
“Eddie,” You say as you look up at him through thick lashes and heavy eyes. 
“Mmm.” He hums, head falling to the side. 
“You taste so good. Want you to cum down my throat.” 
He looks down at you in such a way that you think you can see something other than love for a friend. Something more potent, something like what you feel for him. It makes the breath catch in your lungs. 
Eddie releases his grasp on your hair and smooths his hand down and onto your cheek. His thumb rubs light circles into your skin. You lean in more, scooting closer to him on your knees, ignoring the numbness in them. 
The cheek he isn’t touching rests on his thigh and you continue to look up at him as you take his cock fully in your hand and start pumping. 
Eddie bites his lip but that doesn’t stop the moans. “God damnit, baby…” 
He’s never called you that before. Sure a pet name here and there, sweetheart or something of the sort, but never baby. The name had you aching with need and it only took a few more high-pitched whimpers from Eddie to have you shoving your other hand down your shorts. 
You were drenched, wetness pooled in your panties and around your fingers as you swiped them through your folds. You trail your lips down to his balls and kiss them before sucking one into your mouth. 
There is a moment when you think Eddie is going to fall on top of you. You feel his knees buckle and his feet shuffling to keep himself upright. 
You let go of him with a pop and then take the other into your mouth, warming him and running your tongue over the skin. 
“Fuck fuck fuck. Baby- mmm,” Eddie can’t keep quiet and you don’t want him to. The louder he is, the more it encourages you. 
After a few more pumps of your hand, you move your mouth back to the tip of his cock and take him deep. This time when he hits the back of your throat, you don’t gag as bad but tears still swell in your eyes. You let him buck his hips into you, following his rough pace with your hand as you rub your fingers into your clit. 
“Gonna cum baby, fuck gonna make me cum. Such a pretty mouth." Eddie blubbers. "Fuck I love you, baby. Gonna fill that mouth up. You gonna swallow all of it, baby?"
You hum around his cock at his words. Heart beating faster and safer as your own orgasm begins to come forward. 
With a hand buried in your hair again. Eddie pushes you down onto his cock, nose pressed against his abdomen and drool spilling down your chin. You feel him twitch and watch through tear-rimmed eyes as his head falls back and his mouth hangs open. Eddie lets out the most lewd-sounding moan as he releases his sticky, hot cum down your throat. 
You swallow and swallow, consuming all that he gives you. Your hand still works between your thighs and in a gush of pleasure, you can feel your release dripping over your fingers. 
Pulling away from Eddie, his cock now softening, you catch your breath. You move to sit more comfortably on the floor and lean your forehead on Eddie's left knee. 
"Wow…" Eddie heaves out. "That was- that was fucking amazing." His grip eases in your hair and then he's adjusting himself back into his pants before sitting on the floor with you. 
"Look at me?" He asks. You're avoiding eye contact with him, embarrassment of the actions and words just exchanged flooding through you. 
"Sweetheart, please look at me." He pleaded.
That name had you looking timidly through your hair. Those big, brown eyes caught yours and in that moment you knew that another fundamental piece of your relationship had changed. 
No longer was it two childhood best friends living together with one having a crush on the other. No. It was now two childhood best friends who loved each other in every way, who were once too scared to say anything lest they break up the friendship. 
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ellraiser · 3 months ago
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I’m excited to announce that Mudborne’s new demo is out RIGHT NOW on Steam! I’m also excited to announce that the lovely folks at Future Friends will be helping to publish your new fav froggy game with me <3
A spiritual successor of sorts to APICO, Mudborne instead focuses on genetic manipulation and generational puzzles to create and discover all sorts of frog species, that act as keys to let you travel between the waking and dreaming worlds - the demo takes you through the main mechanics and creating 8 different species. If you love APICO I think you’ll love this, there’s a lot of stuff I’m doing differently but you should still feel right at home.
Whether you played the original gamejam version or not you’re in for a treat, as this is a completely new game, new art, new mechanics, new music, new engine - the whole works. I’m really looking forward to you all getting your slimy green hands on it, I hop you enjoy!!
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bluekazenatemain · 2 days ago
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So let me me elaborate more on the D6 Explorers of Eardsihimmle. I do the majority of thr art work and I've played and am currently playing characters in the series.
You can find all of the current arcs/stories here
Right now we're in the D6 Frontiers Arc where I'm playing a returning character, Citra from the Black Archives arc! (Seen Below)
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Art/Citra(c) @bluekazenatemain @bluekazenateartblog
(DO NOT USE, EDIT OR REPOST MY WORK)
But it you want to catch up on all the other stories, you can again find them all there but I'll be nice and link them here too in order!
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sylwanin-was-right · 2 years ago
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Tbh it bothers me how much Avatar media claims that the Na'vi are not technologically advanced. In the Survival Guide, its explicitly stated the Na'vi have "no technology" in the introduction, which is just completely false.
Bows and arrows may not be as complex as machine guns and AMP suits regarding parts, assembly, and operation, but they are certainly feats of technological innovation that take skill to craft, use, and maintain properly, not to mention intelligence to create. Not only do the Na'vi have weapons for hunting and sparing, they have other technology, too, that suits their neolithic, tho complex and diverse civilizations, including but not limited to: hammoks, looms, musical instruments, storage containers and structures, torches (and other lighting tech, like "bladder lanterns"), saddles and carriers.
Im not sure how much clothing counts as technology, but there are elements to their attitre that required fabric and design technology to create, and also incorperate multi use elements that are characteristuc of technology's aim to be tools of aid, like Mo'at's head band functioning as a dagger carrier and Neytiri's insect wing glasses functioning as a decorative headband, a visor, and protective goggles.
I personally feel iffy about using "primitive" to describe Na'vi technology, because while its technically accurate, the Indigenous-coded design and role thr Na'vi play in the film makes that term easy to misconstrue and exploit. And I think theres precedent of that in the idea that the Na'vi have "no technology" just because its not modern, electric, plastic, motor, and metal based technology human beings now rely on (and just because it made for an easier foil in the story's technology critical themes). Technology requires immense cognitive intelligence and capability to innovate, operate, maintain, an replicate tools to facilitate a task it can be used for, so for Avatar media to claim the Na'vi have no technology makes troubling implication about the intelligence of the Na'vi as "people", and whether or not they spontaniously or naturally crafted the tools they use with genuine intention and intelligence.
The Noble Savage trope is just too embedded in the franchise at this point. And I worry that all the spiritual elements biologically incorperated into the lore (like queue communication) are excuses to justify the idea that the Na'vi are "simple" creatures that only know of harmony because theyre not human beings (iykwim 😬).
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cantstayawaycani · 1 year ago
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Trigger warning for casual racism, sexual content and violence. Most of the content is in Spanish though.
Yes the international community is missing a lot of details and hopefully will be more supportive of thr victims afterwards.
https://twitter.com/LayBb_/status/1330730517839265794
https://laverdadnoticias.com/espectaculos/MeToo-Tenoch-Huerta-actor-en-Narcos-Mexico-es-senalado-por-acoso-sexual-20190329-0030.html
https://www.infobae.com/america/mexico/2022/11/30/tenoch-huerta-confeso-que-los-juegos-sexuales-que-practica-son-deliciosos/
(golden showers/watersports and scat/dirty rimming )
https://twitter.com/TenochHuerta/status/1434276962936180742
Comparing a politician to a gorilla/monkey via reblog
https://www.enelradar.com/chismes/Aseguran-que-Tenoch-Huerta-mantuvo-una-relacion-con-la-mujer-de-un-politico-20221125-0017.html
https://www.tvynovelas.com/amp/famosos/Acusan-a-Tenoch-Huerta-de-haber-sido-infiel-y-aprovechado-20221117-0008.html
Other accusations :
https://www.infobae.com/mexico/2023/06/13/actriz-fernanda-tosky-acusa-a-tenoch-huerta-no-fue-respetuoso-en-lo-sexual/
There is rumors he sleeps with some fans and is generally a womanizer (also why his dms were open and thirst traps) . Mexicans citizens might have more local details.
He sleeps with light women and hides his internalised racism and classism (other Mexican tweets will appear). Self interested performative activism.
11 women die a day in Mexico, the world has a huge problem with feminicide and misogyny sadly.
I'm also disappointed and hurt that such a man became an inspiration for so many woc/poc.
You seem a lovely human being. I'm sorry for the details. Support anti colorist and anti racism women 🙏🏾
I need to work my way through this, but thanks for sending.
The internet is a cesspool so I truly hope these are credible sources.
Also, apologies, but I do not consider Twitter a source of factual information when it comes to stuff like this, unless by an accredited journalist who has done SOME investigation work.
But I will read through this as objectively as possible.
It may not seem like it, but I am extremely pro woman, especially irl.
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lsdunesarchive · 2 years ago
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lsdunes: Jam with this quick playthrough @frankieromustdie recorded for “Permanent Rebellion” while practicing for our upcoming shows. See you soon 🦂
(Instagram | September 7, 2022)
Transcript under the cut
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Hey, everybody, greetings from an undisclosed hotel in Canadia! I'm sitting here with my new THR 30II that my friend Scott sent me, from Yamaha, as my favorite practice amp, and he knew that I had a bunch of Dunes shows coming up too, so it's helpful for me to have something like this, like in a hotel to practice. I just wanted to say thank you guys so much for the reactions and for the attention that you guys are giving to L.S. Dunes. It's a project that I really, really love, and a band with... full of people that I love, and I really like the songs too! And my favorite thing in the entire world is when you guys get so inspired that you do your own covers online, I love watching the guitar covers especially because I like guitar! And I just wanted to take the opportunity since I have this amp, and I have my trusty Jazzmaster that my friends of Fender built me that I would go over. One of my favorite parts of the new song Permanent Rebellion, to me, it's really interesting and I love that it kind of has, like, a scene change, flavor change. So, maybe this will be helpful for some of you, if not, just, you know, forward it to somebody that might enjoy. So, the first chord of the the bridge is not just a C, like you would think. Instead, it's basically if you were to do like an E flatter or a D sharp, but then throw that C on the low E string here. This is all in standard, by the way, for L.S. Dunes. There's one song I think I play and drop... But, anyway, so this Permanent Rebellion is in standard, and this is the chord.
And you're getting that.
[Playing Permanent Rebellion]
And then goes to the octa bit.
[Playing Permanent Rebellion]
So, let's play that again together. Ready? 1, 2... 1, 2, 3, 4.
[Playing Permanent Rebellion]
That's it. Have fun!
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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year ago
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I just can't tell if its that him and his g.f. they're together in the past sense or present. It's not made clear. And why wouldn't he just say her name? Makes me think it's someone else (his team never addressed rumored gfs although this one is sort of like well.. We've seen pics) I think all we know is that he's not dating a guy....
Lazer focused but not with someone but with someone? Does he have a Canadian girlfriend??? Hahaa
Chris said girlfriend and not fiance and then working but not working I mean he was working on the set of red one this year... but also Chris may not have worded things well. He said he doesn't have a great history of talking correctly. Where he wishes he shut up.
Also, the writer can only write what info they're given or have. We don't know know what went on between Chris and Megan and Megan and the reporter and Chris and the reporter and whoever was present at interviews, if it wasn't Megan all the time. GQ could also have worded things worn g about the wedding. I think they should've said confirmed or whatever. As much as I dislike him if he is truely with AB....I also pity him to a degree. But every interview he does is basically him saying he's not happy with himself and his world but doesn't change it. My Chris doesn't even exist but he's better than wvans (ok mean but thr mod said this best)
Well, I’m all fairness, she is no longer his girlfriend. He is not talking about some other woman. Despite what some have claimed. He is speaking about Soba. And I’ll stick by my comment earlier this year, if he doesn’t have to say her name, neither do I.
I think he said girlfriend because he didn’t want to say fiancé. If there is an exclusive for his wedding, and a different publication knew he was engaged, rumors would have amped up.
Guys, please quit spinning around in circles. He is with her, for better or for worse. This isn’t monkeying around with words. Do I think it’s still weird, sure. But you’re trying to find what isn’t there. He is speaking about his girlfriend he’s had for awhile. So, she continues to be a prop 🙄
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ohtobeleah · 10 months ago
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https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/movies/movie-news/glen-powell-comments-on-justin-hartley-mixup-thr-1235794675/amp/
Yeah he’s a slut for this idea. I mean I’m keen as for more Glen content, truly as a fandom I think we were robbed with everything that happened with ABY. So anything that comes after we’ll be stoked on.
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deancodedinthewater · 1 year ago
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Faith Part 1
The Road So Far
“Saving people. Hunting things. It’s our family business.”
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“This is John Winchester,” said their Dad’s recorded voice. “I can’t be reached. If this is an emergency, call my- call my son, Dean. 785-555-0179. He can help.”
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"Dad's on a hunting trip," Dean said. "And he hasn't been home in a few days."
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“I am normal,” Sam snapped. “I’m just telling the truth for the first time. I mean, why are we here?” Sam threw his hands up, gesturing at the asylum as a whole. “Because you-” He glared down at Dean. “-are following Dad’s orders like the good little soldier you have always been. You always do what dad says - without question - because you’re scared? Scared he’ll see you as the little girl he always wanted?” He shook his head and paced away. “Are you really that desperate for his approval?”
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The shotgun dropped into the trunk and Sam slammed it closed. “We got work to do,” he said. Dean would have answered him but the words dried in his throat.
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NOW
Dean pulled up outside the abandoned house they had tracked this creature to and Sam glanced over at him. They both nodded and moved, in sync, to the trunk. Dean pulled out two tasers and handed Sam one. Sam held it with the prongs facing away from both of them.
“What do you have these amped up to?”
“Max,” Dean replied. “And then some. Jerry-rigged them to a hundred thousand.”
“Damn,” was all Sam could say in response to that.
“Yeah,” Dean said as he slammed the trunk shut. He gave Sam a shit eating grin. “We’re frying this Rawhead extra fucking crispy. And remember-”
“One shot. Make it count,” Sam finished, rolling his eyes. Sam followed Dean inside, both of them holding their tasers ready in one hand and their flashlights in the other.
As they slowly descended the stairs Sam heard a scuffling sound. He glanced at Dean, who was already giving him an urgent look. Confirming he had heard it too. Dean pointed to a cupboard not far from the bottom of the stairs. Sam nodded and they inched their way towards it.
Dean placed a hand on the door of the cupboard and held his free hand up with three fingers raised. Sam nodded, holding his taser ready. Dean put down one finger. He put down the next. On the third finger he threw the door open and revealed two kids huddled together, covering their heads. Both startled and looked up at them with wide eyes.
“Is it still here?” Sam whispered, lowering his taser. The girl pushed herself in front of her brother and nodded.
“Close,” she whispered back. Her brother nodded behind her.
“Ok,” Dean said, just as quietly. He looked over the girl’s shoulder and addressed her brother. “You take your sister’s hand.” He looked at the girl. “Do not let go. Come one, we are getting you out of here.” He gestured for the kids to exit the cupboard. “Let’s go. Let’s go.”
As they moved towards the stairs, Sam stayed as close to the kids as he could manage. Watching in every direction, ready for an attack. They were half way up the stairs when a hand wrapped around his shin and pulled, knocking him off his feet. Sam’s hands came up to shield his face as he hit the steps. He heard the children scream and run the rest of the way up.
“Sam!” Dean yelled from somewhere. He heard his taser fire but nothing connected. It was enough to distract the Rawhead though and Sam pushed himself to his feet. “Sam, get them out of here!” Dean pointed to the top of the stairs where the girl was shielding her brother but both were watching, faces frozen in horrified curiosity.
Sam tossed Dean his taser. “Here, take this!” he yelled before turning heel and taking the stairs three at a time. 
He herded the children outside and then into the backseat of the Impala.
“You’re gonna be alright,” he told them. “There’s some water in the footwell. Some cereal bars too. Help yourselves.”
“What about you?” the boy asked, still gripping his sister’s hand like his life depended on it.
“I gotta help my brother,” he said. The girl nodded. She bent over to start routing through the footwell. Sam shut the door and ran back into the house.
He jogged down the stairs just in time to hear Dean’s taser activate. He heard the dying cry of the Rawhead and then Dean screamed. Sam picked up his pace. What he found in the basement was a fried Rawhead, wild hair even wilder now and flesh charred black in places, and Dean, unconscious and still twitching.
“Dean!” Sam yelled. He dropped to his knees next to his brother and, before touching anything else, made sure the taser was inactive. With that confirmed he grabbed Dean’s face and verified he was still breathing. The breaths were thin and ropey, but Dean was alive. “Dean,” Sam repeated, much quieter this time. “Hey, hey.” Dean did not respond.
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Sam could not tell you how he got himself, his unconscious brother, the two kids, and the Impala to a hospital without causing a pile up. He had made a mad dash for the nearest hospital as soon as he had managed to get Dean in the car. The kids had stayed quiet in the back, probably because he was traumatising them on top of the fact they were nearly eaten alive that night.
However he had done it, Sam was there now. He’d checked the kids in and their parents had been called and as he did that he watched them wheel his brother away. Dean had been in such rough shape when Sam had carried him through the door that the receptionist had immediately called for a gurney.
Now, without the kids to worry about, Sam stood by the receptionist’s desk and gave over their (entirely fake) details.
“I am so sorry that I have to ask this,” the receptionist said. And she really looked apologetic. “Do you have insurance? There doesn’t seem to be any on file.”
“Right, yeah,” Sam said. He reached into his wallet and pulled out a (entirely fake) health insurance card. He handed it over.
The receptionist gave him a sympathetic smile and glanced at the card. “Okay, Mr Burkovitz,” she said. “We’ll get this squared up for you.”
“Thanks,” Sam replied, somewhat in a daze. He turned, feet like lead, and started to make his way over to the waiting room when two cops approached him. He’d spoken to them already. He was pretty sure.
“Look,” said one of them. “We can finish this up later.”
“No, no, it’s okay,” Sam insisted. “We were just taking a shortcut through the neighbourhood. Our windows were rolled down. And, um we heard screaming as we drove past the house. My brother insisted we check it out so we stopped and ran in.”
“And you found the kids in the basement?” asked the other. Sam confirmed this. “Well, thank God you did.”
Sam nodded and over the cops shoulders he saw a Doctor making his way over. “Excuse me,” he said to the cops and they glanced in the direction he was looking and nodded.
“Sure,” said the first. “Thanks for your help.” Sam nodded again and met the Doctor as he approached.
“Hey, Doc,” he said, somewhere between hopeful and hopeless. “Is he...” He couldn’t finish the sentence.
“She’s resting.” Sam flinched on his brother’s behalf.
“And?”
The Doctor sighed through his nose. “The electrocution triggered a heart attack,” he explained. “Pretty massive, I’m afraid. Her- sorry his heart... it’s damaged.”
Sam frowned at him. Damaged could mean so much. “How damaged?”
“We’ve done all we can,” the doctor said. “Short of a heart transplant and the waitlist would be too long. All we can do at this point is try and keep him comfortable. I’d give he-him a month at most.”
“No,” Sam said. And then again. “No. There has to- There’s gotta be something you can do, some kind of treatment.”
The Doctor gave him a sympathetic look. “We can’t work miracles,” he said. “I really am sorry.” Sam walked away, not sure if he wanted to punch something or cry.
-
Dean flicked through channels on the TV. The hand holding the remote was flat to the bed and it took almost all of his effort to even press the buttons. He felt like utter crap and probably looked like it too. When Sam stepped into the room Dean couldn’t muster the energy to move his eyes so he just stared at the TV.
“You ever watch daytime TV?” he mumbled, barely making a sound. He’d sign if his arms didn’t feel like they weighed a million tonnes. “Terrible.”
Sam shook his head, sighing. “I talked to your Doctor.”
An advert started and Dean tried to growl at it but his throat wouldn’t even let him do that. “That fabric softener teddy bear,” he grumbled. “Oh, I’m gonna hunt that little bitch down.”
“Dean,” Sam said and Dean mustered enough energy to actually look at his brother. Sam didn’t look much better than Dean felt. He clicked the TV off and sighed.
“Yeah,” Dean said. “Alright, well-” He was stalling. He knew he was stalling. “-looks like you’re gonna leave town without me.”
Sam flinched as if the words caused him physical pain. Which was kinda rude given the words actually gave Dean physical pain. “What are you talking about?” Sam said, in that way little brother’s did. Or at least, that way Dean’s little brother did. Pleading. And he was doing that thing. Those damn puppy eyes. “I’m not gonna leave you here, Dee.” And the goddamn nickname. What did he think Dean could do?
“Hey, you better take care of that car,” Dean said, trying to make light of the situation. “Or, I swear, I’ll haunt your ass.”
“I don’t think that’s funny.”
“Oh, come on,” Dean said, forcing his voice to not rasp. “It’s a little funny.”
Sam’s head dropped. He was trying to hide the fact he was fighting tears. Dean knew anyway. The kid had always done that when he was trying not to cry. Suddenly Dean was reminded of the time he had broken his arm. He’d been 10 at the time and little six year old Sammy had dragged his ass all the way to the nearest hospital. His head had been down like that then too.
The silence dragged on as Dean got lost in the memory. Smiling to himself despite everything.
“Look, Sammy,” he eventually said, breaking the silence and the memory. “What can I say man, it’s a dangerous gig. I drew the short straw. That’s it. End of story.”
“Don’t talk like that,” Sam said, a tear dripping off of the end of his nose as he whipped his head upwards. “We still have options!”
“What options?” Dean scoffed and then coughed. “Yeah, burial or cremation. And I know it’s not easy. But I am going to die. And you cannot stop it.” Dean gave his brother a hard look. He wasn’t sure why. It’s not like Sam could actually stop death or anything.
“Watch me,” Sam said with as much force as his final fight with their Dad before he left for college.
-
Sam sat on his bed and spread out everything he had found on Dean’s. Heart care. Witch Doctors. Faith healers. Magic. Anything that might be able to help Dean. He cradled his phone in his hands and then dialled their Dad’s number. Sam pressed the phone to his ear and waited.
It rang through.
“This is John Winchester,” said their Dad’s recorded voice for God knows how many times now. “I can’t be reached. If this is an emergency, call my- call my son, Dean. 785-555-0179. He can help.”
This time, Sam left a message. “Hey, Dad,” he said, his voice cracking as he fought down tears. “It’s Sam. Uh... you probably won’t even get this, but- it’s- it’s Dean.” Sam took a deep breath. Tried to compose himself. “He’s sick and the doctors say there’s nothing they can do. But they- they don’t know what we know, right? So, don’t worry, I’m gonna fix this. Do whatever it takes to make him better. Alright... just wanted to let you know.” 
He hung up and threw his phone down on his pillow. Sam stared at the piles of paper on the bed in front of him and just fought the urge to cry. He needed to do this. Dean could not die. Not yet.
Someone knocked on the door and then opened it. Sam looked up, frown already wrinkling his forehead before he even saw Dean. Dean leant against the door jam with a crutch tucked under each arm. He looked worse than when Sam had last seen him and that was saying something.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Sam asked not sure if he was happy, sad, confused or angry.
“I checked myself out,” Dean said, hobbling away from the door.
“Are you crazy?”
Dean leant on everything he could reach as he made his way across the room towards Sam. Sam stood to meet him, shutting the door as he moved to support Dean. “I’m not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren’t even hot.”  Dean shrugged, nearly dropping his crutches.
“You know, this whole ‘I laugh in the face of death’ thing?” Sam asked. “I can see right through it.”
“Yeah, whatever dude. Have you even slept? You look worse than me.”
Sam helped Dean lower himself into a chair before he answered. “I’ve been scouring the internet for the last three days,” he explained, gesturing towards the piles of paper spread across Dean’s bed. As he did, he realised the papers had also migrated across his own. Both beds were practically covered in scraps and sheets and newspapers. “I’ve called every contact in Dad’s journal.”
Dean frowned at him. “For what?”
“For a way to help you,” Sam answered with a half shrug. “One of Dad’s friends, Joshua, he called me back. Told me about a guy in Nebraska. A specialist.”
Dean sighed. “You’re not gonna let me die in peace, are you?”
“I’m not gonna let you die, period,” Sam insisted, crossing his arms and glaring down at Dean. Dean whose skin was so pale it was translucent. Dean who was wearing a hoodie for perhaps the first time in his life. “We’re going.” Sam crossed the room and started shoving his papers into his duffle.
-
Dean had fallen asleep on the drive more than once. Which was not like him. It wasn’t like him to not be driving. He didn’t like that. He missed driving already and it hadn’t even been a full week yet. When Sam turned on to a rutted gravel road, barely a dirt track, Dean grit his teeth on every bump. He wasn’t sure what pained him most: Sammy driving his Baby on such an awful piece of road or the jarring sensation of each bump. He decided it was probably the damage being done to his car.
Sam pulled up in a makeshift car park set up next to a large white tent. People meandered between the parked cars towards the tent: a mix of  people with walkers, in wheelchairs or unassisted. Dean stared out of his window with a blank expression, too exhausted to emote properly. Sam got out and ran around the car, prompting Dean to start struggling his way out of the car.
As he stood, Dean took in the tent and its large sign. ‘The Church of Roy LeGrange. Faith Healer. Witness the Miracle.’ Dean scoffed and then grimaced as he heaved himself upright with one hand on the door.
“I got you,” Sam said, reaching his hands towards Dean.
“I got it,” Dean growled as he pushed Sam away. “You are a lying bastard. Thought you said we were going to see a doctor?”
“What I said was ‘specialist’,” Sam said, wincing slightly. Dean shook his head. “Look, Dean, this guy’s supposed to be the real deal.”
“I can’t believe you brought me out to the middle of fucking nowhere to watch some weirdo pretend to heal people in a tent.”
An elderly lady pushed past Sam, nearly taking his eye out with her umbrella. “Reverend LeGrange is a great man,” she insisted.
Dean gave her a fake smile that probably looked like death. “Ain’t that nice?” They kept walking.
“I have a right to protest,” A man said as he tried to get past a cop. “This man is a fraud! And he’s milking all these people out of their hard-earned money.”
As they passed the cop spoke “Sir, this is a place of worship. Let’s go. Move it.”
“I take it he’s not part of the flock?” Dean asked as he nodded his head towards the protestor.
“When people see something they can’t explain,” Sam said by way of an answer. “There’s controversy.”
“I mean, come on Sam, a faith healer?”
“Maybe it’s time to have a little faith, Dean,” Sam answered with a shrug. Dean jabbed his foot with one of his crutches. It didn’t do much as Sam’s boots were steel toe capped and Dean was weak as shit.
“You know what I’ve got faith in?” Dean asked as he kept swinging forwards on his crutches. “Reality. Knowing what’s really going on.”
“How can you be a sceptic? With the things we see everyday?”
“Exactly,” Dean responded, letting go of one of his crutches so he could point a finger gun at Sam. “We see them, we know they’re real!”
“But if you know there’s evil out there, how can you not believe good’s out there too?”
“Because,” Dean said, wrapping his fists around his crutches so tight his knuckles went white. “I’ve seen what evil does to good people.”
A young woman behind them piped in with her own opinion. “Maybe God works in mysterious ways.”
Dean turned, unashamedly checking her out as he did. “Maybe he does,” he said, attempting a flirtatious smile and hoping it didn’t just make him look more dead. “I think you just turned me around on the subject.”
“Yeah, I’m sure,” the woman said, sceptically.
“I’m Dean,” Dean said, holding out a hand for her to shake as he wedged his crutch under his elbow. “This is Sam.”
“Layla,” she said as she took his hand. “So if you’re not a believer, then why are you here?”
“Well, apparently, my brother here believes enough for the both of us.”
An older woman came up behind Layla and wrapped an arm around her. “Come on, Layla,” she said, gently guiding Layla towards the tent. “It’s about to start.” Both women smiled at Sam and Dean as they entered the tent.
“I bet you she can work in some mysterious ways,” Dean said with a half hearted laugh. He saw Sam roll his eyes out of the corner of his own. They entered the tent.
Inside there was another sign. ‘Welcome All Faiths. True Believers Revival.’ Dean scoffed at it.
Dean looked around as they made their way down the aisle. He tilted his head when he caught sight of something in the corner. “Yeah, peace, love and trust all over,” he said, nodding at the camera. Sam followed his gaze but didn’t say anything.
“No, come on,” Sam said as he grabbed Dean’s arm when he went to sit down.
“Don’t!” Dean snapped and Sam immediately let go. Dean stood back up. “What are you doing? Let’s sit here.”
“We’re sitting up front.”
“What? Why?”
Sam started to shift them further down the aisle. “Come on.” Dean growled at him. “You alright?” Sam asked, turning worried eyes on him.
“This is ridiculous,” Dean complained, slapping Sam’s hovering hands away. “I’m good dude, get off me.”
Sam held his hands up in surrender and then pointed to two seats just a little further down the aisle, behind Layla and her mother. “Perfect,” he said.
“Yeah, perfect,” Dean repeated, his words dripping with sarcasm. Sam moved to sit down and then tried to help Dean into his seat. Dean shoved him away, irritable, settling himself down as he glared at Sam.
A woman led a blind man up to a lectern on stage. The man was wearing dark shades and he fumbled as he tried to settle his hands on to the sides of the lectern. Once he was sure he had set himself up correctly, he began to speak.
“Every morning,” he said, projecting his voice to the very back of the tent. “My wife, Sue Ann, reads me the news. Never seems good, does it?” Some of the crowd murmured their agreement. Dean just silently folded his arms and tried to shrink himself down into his hoodie. “Seems like there’s always someone committing some immoral, unspeakable act.”
Dean glared straight ahead but out of the corner of his eyes he caught Sam with his case finding face on.
“But, I say to you,” Reverend LeGrange continued. “God is watching.” The crowd murmured their agreement once more. “God rewards the good and He punishes the corrupt! It is the Lord who does the healing here, friends. The Lord who guides me in choosing who to heal by helping me see into people’s hearts.”
“Yeah,” Dean muttered to Sam. “And into their wallets.”
“You think so, young man?” the reverend said, directly to Dean. The mumbling of the crowd immediately died down.
“Sorry,” Dean said, trying to shrink further into his hoodie.
“No, no. Don't be” said Reverend LeGrange. “Just watch what you say around a blind man, we've got real sharp ears.” The crowd laughed. “What’s your name, son?”
“Dean.”
“Dean,” the reverend repeated, nodding to himself. “I want- I want you to come up here with me.” The crowd clapped. Dean did not move. The woman, presumably Sue Ann, moved to centre stage and held a hand up towards Dean.
“No, it’s okay.”
“What are you doing!?” Sam whispered frantically.
“You’ve come here to be healed, haven’t you?” the reverend asked.
“Well, yeah,” Dean said, fidgeting in his seat but still not standing. “But ahhh- maybe you should pick someone else.”
“Oh no, I didn’t pick you Dean. The Lord did.” The crowd cheered. Dean still did not move.
Sam shoved him. “Get up there!” Reluctantly, Dean pushed himself to his feet and made his way up to the stage. Sue Ann met him at the steps and offered assistance. She led him up till he stood next to Reverend LeGrange.
“You ready?” asked the reverend.
“No disrespect,” Dean said. “But I ain’t exactly a believer.”
“You will be, son. You will be.” He turned away from Dean. “Pray with me, friends.” The crowd lifted their arms up and joined hands. Roy lifted his own and then dropped them on to Dean: one on his head and the other on his shoulder. “Alright now. Alright now.”
Dean’s vision blurred and his knees went weak. He dropped first to one and then to both with the reverend’s hand still pressed to the side of his head. Dean felt suddenly woozy. His vision went black and he pitched forwards.
Sam launched himself out of his seat and towards the stage. “Dean!” He grabbed the front of Dean’s hoodie and shook. Dean blinked his eyes open. “Say something!”
Behind Sam, stood with the reverend, was a tall pale man. He wore a suit. Before Dean could get a better look at him, he disappeared. Dean watched the spot he had been in in shock.
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ramengir · 2 years ago
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Sebenarnya makna bahagia bagi setiap orang itu beda kan? Buat mama bahagia itu anaknya banyak duit dan banyak kepunyaan dalam hal ini memang pada akhirnya bersebrangan denganku.
Meski iya duit bikin bahagia dan bahagia butuh duit
Tapi rasanya lelah mengejar dunia terus tuh. Inilah alasan kenapa mama ga suka keadaan menantunya (suami ku). And the other hand mertua laki-laki ku ga suka sama aku karena punya anak yang terlalu aktif, berisik, dan pembangkang lyke dia ngeliat itu cerminan ku. But he's 4 y.o for god sake.
Bedanya kultur keluarga ku sama keluarga suami adalah pertemuan keluarga yang intens (suami) dan yang ga intens (aku) yang ketemu lebaran doang atau pas nikahan sepupu doang but i'm ok with that. Inilah yang bikin kuat tiap ditanya "kapan nikah?" setahun sekali ini ditanya nya lagipula alm. Bokap lebih mementingkan pendidikan so kalo ditanya kapan nikah ngelesnya pengen S2 dulu atau lebih duluan pamer pencapaian studi daripada pencapaian punya pacar.
And life goes on. Tahun ini harus LDM sama suami 2 hari sebelum hari pertama ied karena Nyokap ga ada temennya (disini kadang mikir "kenapa Tuhan ambil bokap gw cepet banget si"). Anak nya yang laki laki memilih lebaran pertama di mertuanya karena permintaan istrinya. Anaknya yg lain di LN menyisakan aku yang tiap kali bolak balik cibiru-kopo perlu effort yg besar.
Dan beliau melampiaskan kemarahannya pada keluarga ku karena aku hari pertama harus pulang kumpul dulu di keluarga suami. Weird tho tapi ya cuma bentar
Giliran anak laki-lakinya nanya mau dibawain oleh oleh apa beliau minta sedikit tapi berekspektasi tinggi pada menantunya karena menantunya satu lagi ngasih duit bulanan dan duit THR lumayan gede tahun ini (maklum kerja di freeport dan tinggal di amerika sekeluarga ga bisa pulang)
Dan kehadiran saja tidak cukup bagi beliau
Nyokap bokap nungguin ku sukses dah lama, dan saat ga liat sukses jadinya uring-uringan.
Kadang nyokap juga nyeletuk kalau aku lebih memilih suaminya daripada nyokap. Anjir lah ini gw mesti gimana sedang adik-adik lain 2 di LN dan 1 di bogor . nyokap mau nya apa sih buseh... Duit ga bisa ku kasih ku ganti quality time namun bahasa cintanya hadiah yang salah utamanya bikin seneng tuh dikasih duit.
Nggak! Nyokap ga mata duitan ga juga maksa anak-anaknya ngasih duit. Nyokap cuman kesel keluarga gw kekurangan itu aja. Dan it's hurts but ga sesakit mertua laki ku yg annoying dengan komentarnya. Sampai baby blues ampe pusing banget ngadepin dia kalo dah komentar. Bapak gw dah mati lo ga mikir jadi pengganti bapa buat menantu lo??? Heran
Jadi, lebaran kali ini 4 anak nyokap beda kota dan beda negara ngerayainnya. Ini sebenarnya sesuai kan. Karena makin nyari duit gede makin jauh lah nyarinya.(tempatnya) ga berlaku makan ga makan asal ngumpul ya karena kultur keluarga ibu ya begitu.
Tapi hari pertama eid fitr adik adik jum'at sedang aku dan adik satunya ied di hati sabtu. Kita ngumpul kita video call.
Cuman hampa aja kerasanya.
Gpp tahun ini begini ceritanya.
Selamat idul fitri 1444 H ya
Jangan lupa legowo
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A friend from the other side
@dreamy625 and @thiswatch-lepparddef-werehi this is the fic I told you about!
I wrote this (well, a short version of this) for school a few years ago and thought it could be a good fic. It is about Steve as a ghost, but I don't think it is very scary.
Warnings: Swearing, haunting, mention of a ghost.
Part one: The arrival.
Student exchange, in my fifteen years old head, the word means freedom: Getting away from my hometown. And when you are a boy from Saint-Ludger-De-Milot getting away is a serious thing (Check on a map, you'll get it). The government fund agency advertisement said "A friend from the other side of the country, the ocean or even the world" so I jumped on the opportunity. Usually I am not great with new people, but when I let go of my bad will, it goes well.
But when I saw the address I would be sent to I jumped off my my seat: 44 Old Church Street, London, last house of guitarist Steve Clark!
Oh, and I am matched with a girl called Madeline Rogers, they got us together for our "Great interest in music, history and academic subjects", I guess I'll see how it goes.
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Madeline unlocks the door as I stand in front of her house with my suitcase in my left hand, my amp in the right one and my guitar case on my back. A beautiful building indeed, bricks on all of its exterior walls (well, the ones I can see), nice arches over the door and ground floor windows, the white cornice also enhance the brownish red walls and I like how the higher floors' windows are shaped, like an half of an octagon, I would say.
God, I didn't realize my mom's home decoration and architecture magazines got that much into my head...
The inside is just as wonderful, the Rodgers seem to have been willing to preserve its ancient style, furnishing it mostly with wooden antiques, but still managed to avoid any heaviness.
-My mum is a home designer. Madeline informs me when she catches my admirative look.
-Well, I'm sure she's very good at it, from what I see here.
-Thank you. You can go put your stuff upstairs if you want, I'll show you around. She offers as her father enters the house. Follow me. She says as she walks toward the u-shaped staircase, making the floor crack at every step. I love this place already.
-Down there is the kitchen and dining room. She points at a row of stairs leading to the basement. On every floor, there is a toilet at the end of the staircase, she says as we pass by a door and begin to walk upstairs.
-My parents' room is the one facing the street, the other one is my mother's office. She indicates as we pass shortly on the first floor.
-Here we are! She exclaims as we arrive at the top of the stairs, this is the guests' room, your room in other words. I'll be downstairs if you need me!
There are two doors, the one she stated to be mine and another one, probably leading to her bedroom.
There is a wooden desk under the window, from there I can see the tiniest backyard I ever looked upon, on the opposite side of the room, there is an assorted dresser, I put my guitar on it, since I couldn't bring the stand with me, in the drawers underneath it, I placed most of my clothes, excepted for my white shirt and tie, which I hung one of the wardrobes on each side of the bed to keep the shirt from wrinkling.
There is a little lamp hanging from the wall behind the bed, you know, the kind with a little chain to turn the light on and off. As I sit on the bed, I can't help but think that my reflection in the stand up mirror across thr room would make a nice painting, if someone had enough time to waste at painting me.
-Antoine, the diner is ready. I hear Madeline's voice through the door.
I follow her again, this time on the opposite direction.
We all sit together at the table in front of our plates of curry, first time I eat that, it is very... Yellow. A sharp contrast with the room we are in: Very few natural light pass by those small window, leaving it all to the luminaire hanging above the table to light the whole room. There is an opening leading to the stairs behind me, two doors on the wall on my right, to get in the kitchen and another one on the wall on my left, probably some pantry...
-It's the drinks cabinet, but don't go there, it's haunted. Mr. Rodgers jokes, causing his whole family to laugh.
Steve?
-The former owner wanted to sell the house because he thought there was a ghost! Apparently "someone" was finishing his bottles. If you want my advice he just didn't remember doing it himself... Madeline's mother explains.
-And, did you experience... Weird stuff?
-Sometimes we hear noises, like footsteps, and a sound... like a long squeaking, but it is a fairly old building, so it is probably structural rather than spectral.
-It would make sense... I mumble.
-Looks like you scared our guest, Nathaly. Her husband chuckles.
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Midnight, yet my silly brain thinks it is something like seven o'clock... Everyone else went to bed at 9:30, so what was I supposed supposed to do? I stopped playing my guitar one hour ago and now I just lay here thinking about Steve. It is weird to think that I stay in the same house as he lived. Yes, lived, because he lived here before dying here. Forget it, that sounded much better in my head.
Still, the idea of his ghost driving the previous owner out of the house is quite amusing.
Knlong, klong, klong
Footsteps, right by the bed, boots on the hardwood floor. No, it can't be real...
I don't think I could move if I wanted to, I'm way too freaked out.
I can't really see in the dark room but the noise seems to stop by the dresser then... It's something else... That squeaking Mrs. Rodgers talked about, I hear it, it is much more than that, it's, it's a guitar! A long note, with a lot of bending, I can't believe they thought it was just "structural"! It keeps getting to a higher and higher sound, and louder, I feel like my ears are about to explode.
-Fuck! I exclaim as I finally snap out of my fear and sit up to turn on the light, but there's nothing, no one. Just my guitar case wide open although I closed it when I stopped playing.
This is definitely going to help me to sleep...
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Eleven o'clock on the clock on the nightstand and six in my head, not so bad of a time to wake up actually. I turn around and see my guitar proped up against the dresser, wait, wasn't it in its case... Heck, I remember last night!
I jump on my feet and inspect the instrument, everything is perfectly normal, then I take a look at the furniture only to find all my picks disposed to spell Hello on top of it.
-It has to be some bad joke... I whisper.
No, the picks now write, moving around like it was someone placing them.
-... Steve?
Yes.
-Clark?
YES.
-I... I... I mumble uselessly.
The picks start to spin aimlessly, sometimes forming the beginning of a letter, as if he was looking for what he wants to say.
Don't he finally writes before changing the picks, worry... won't .... hurt... you.
-What do you want?
Help ... Me ... Take ... Shape
-How?
The picks go back in a little pile and my guitar gets lifted from the ground like if someone was about to play, then the strings start to ring along to the intro of Mirror Mirror (Look Into My Eyes).
I turn around to face the mirror, only to see my own face of total disbelief.
-And what am I supposed to do?
I see the guitar being carefully placed back against the dresser, then the picks start to move again.
Try ... This.
One of them floats up to me, then just waits there until I hold my hand up for it to be dropped in my palm.
-So... I just have to put it on the glass?
Yes
Am I really listening to a ghost telling me how to help him get back to a "shape"? Can jet lag cause hallucinations?
Anyway, I close my fist around the little piece of plastic and walk up to the mirror. I clasp it to the cold glass with my thumb and... Nothing, of course there's nothing, what was I thinking about?! I pinch the pick to retrieve it but as I pull it away, I see two other fingers holding it from the other side of the mirror.
-Holly shit! I exclaim as a hand follows the fingers, along with an arm.
Soon enough, a foot steps out of the mirror and I let go of the pick, him now being able to get out by himself.
Long blond hair, a leather jacket over some white t-shirt and black jeans covering the upper part of a pair of boots, no doubt about it: I did really bring Steve Clark back from the grave.
Wait, why am I seeing those black dots all of a sudden?
-Thank you kid... No, don't fain't, please! I hear him as I now don't see anything and feel myself falling backwards.
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4:    1842 1908 abdo able ably acce acin acru acti actu adep ages ainf ajor akes akin alis allo alls ally almo alog also amil ampl anal anat ance ands andu aneo ange anim answ ants anus aped appa appe area aren arge arki arks arly arms arou arra arsa arte arti arts ased aske atar ated ater athe atid atio ativ atom atte atty atur avit awar aybe babl back ball base bdom bear bedd behi belo betw beyo biof bitt blog bodi body bone boun boyl brat brev bsta bula burr bute call cavi ccen ccyx ceed cent ceps cept cher chiu cial cien ciet cing cles cloa clus cocc comp conn cons cont cosu cret crib crum ctio ctua ctus cula cuta dard ddar deal deed denb denc deos depo dept desc dfis died dies diet ding disp dnes does dome domi dors dula duri eaki eall ears eart ebra ecia ecre ecti ectu edda edin edis eedi eein eems efer egio ehin eing eith elat elet elop elow elvi emal emel emen emor empl emur enbo ence endi ends engt engy enhn enop enor enti entl entu enve eous epos epti eque eral eran ered eres erio erly ermi erru erse ersi erte erti erto erus escr espe esti esty etal etat eton etwe ever evic evid ewha excl exem exte extr exus eyon fami fatt fema femo femu fest fibu fied fift find firs fish form foss frac frog from furt fuse gely geme gest gica gion gird glan glue gold gona gous grea grou gyst hape have head hear heir here hert herz hese hich high hims hind hing hips hird hite hium hnac hole hoto houg hroa hume hyme hymu iall ibed ibio ibul ibut ical icep icks icky icul idea iden ideo ides idfi ienc iety ifes ifie ifth ight ilar ilia illi imag imal imil imse inal incl inde infr ings inky inse insi inst inte into ints inuo iofi ions ious irdl irst isch ishe isop ispo issu ists ites ithe itio ittl itty ivel join jori just juts kele king kink kive knee know ksch land larg larl late lati latu lden legs leng leta leto lexu liar lier life lifi litt llie llow lmos loac logi logo lond loos lope lops lowe lowi lung lusi lvic lymp lypm mage majo make male mall many mark mass mati mayb mely meno ment meru meta mewh mila mili mina mite moot mora most moun mous mple mpli mpri msel murs musc must mygo naci nads nali nalo nato nboy nclu ndee nder ndin ndne ndon ndul nect neit neou ness next nfro ngem ngth ngys nhna nima nnec nopt norm nost note noxi nsec nseq nsid nsis nste nswe ntai nter ntin ntio ntly ntri ntua nuou nusu nvel oaca obab occy ocee ocie odie oesn ofib ogic ogou oint olde olog omat omen omew omin ompr onad ondo only onne onse onsi onta onti ontr oolo oose ooth oped oper opte oral oria orit orma ormo orsa oses osit osso oste osto osty osus otal oted othe otic ough ound ount oups outs ower owin oxio oylo pare part patt pear peci pelv perl phot pica pine plex plif poin pose posi post ppar ppea ppos pred pris prob proc prop pter ptid pubi quar quea quen ques quit ract rain rang rans rapp rate rath rawr rdle real reat rect redi refe regi rela reme rent rest rete reve revi rgel rges rial ribe ribu righ ring rior rise rity rkiv rksc rmat rmit rmou roat roba roce rogs rope rost roun roup rowe rpri rran rrou rrow rruc rsal rsed rsio rstl rteb rter rthe rtic rton ruco sacr sacs sals same save sche schi scie scle scri scul secr sect seei seem self sequ shap shes side sidf simi sion sist siti sits sive size sked skel skin smal smoo soci soft some sopt sori spec spin spos sque ssor ssue stan stea ster stic stin stio stly stom stot stud styl sual subs such supp surp surr swer syno tain take talk tanc tane tars tata tead tebr tend tera tere teri term tern than that thei them ther thes they thig thin thir this thou thro thus thym tibi tica tick ticu ting tinu tiny tion tips tiss tive toma tomy tons tota toti trem trib tsid tter ttle tual tuat tudi ture turn twee tyle typi uall uart uate ubis ubst ucos udie ueak uenc uest uite ular ulat umer unde undi undn ungs unus uous uppo urin urns uros urpr urro urth uscl uscu used usio usiv usua utan utsi velo vely verr vers vert very vice vide vill vity ware ween well were wers what when whic whit whol wing with xclu xemp xiou xten xtre ygol ylou ymen ymph ymus ynos
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5:    abdom accen acing acrum actio actua adept ainfr ajori aking allow almos alogo amili ample analo anato andul aneou angem anima answe appar appea arent argel arges arkiv arksc aroun arran arsal arter artic asked atars atera ather ation ative atomy atter ature avity aware bably balls based bdome bdomi bedda behin below betwe beyon biofi bitty bodie bound boylo brate brevi bstan burro cally cavit ccent ceedi centu cepti cherz chium ciall cienc ciety cloac clusi coccy compr conne conse consi conta conti contr cosus crete cribe ction ctual cular culat cutan ddard denbo dence depos descr dfish dings dispo dness doesn domen domin dorsa dular durin eakin eally earts ebrat ecial ecret ectio ectus eddar eding edisp eedin eeing egion ehind eithe elati eleta eleto elope elops elvic emale emely ement emora empli emurs enboy endin ength engys enhna enopt enorm entio ently entua envel eposi eptid equen erans erest erior ermit erruc ersed ersio erteb ertic erton escri espec estin estio estyl etata etons etwee evers evice evide ewhat exclu exemp exten extre eyond famil fatty femal femor femur festy fibul fifth first fishe forma fosso fract frogs furth fused gemen gical girdl gland golde gonad great group gysto haped heart herto himse hnaci hough hroat humer hymen hymus ially ibiof ibula ibute icall iceps icept icula ideal idenc ideos idfis ience ifest ified ilarl iliar illie image imila imsel inali inclu indee infro insec insid inste inter inuou iofib irdle irstl ischi ishes isopt ispos issue ither ition ittle ively joint jorit kelet kinky ksche lands landu large larly later lativ latur ldenb lengt letal leton lexus lifes lifie littl llier llowi lmost loaca logic logou londo loose loped lower lowin lungs lusio lusiv lymph lypmh mages major makes marks matid matio maybe menop menti merus metat mewha milar milia minal mites mooth moral mount mplex mplif mpris mself muscl muscu mygol nacin nalis nalog natom nboyl nclus ndeed nding ndnes ndula necti neith neous nfrog ngeme ngyst nhnac nimal nnect nopte normo nosto noted noxio nsect nsequ nside nsist nstea nswer ntain ntere ntinu ntion ntrib ntuat nuous nusua nvelo obabl occyx oceed ociet odies ofibu ogica ogous oints olden ologi omati omewh omina ompri onads ondon onnec onseq onsis ontai ontin ontri oolog operl opter orial ority ormat ormou orsal ositi osits ossor oster ostot ostyl other otica ounde oundi oundn outsi owers owing oxiou oylou paren parti patte pears pecia pelvi perly photo pical plexu plifi point poses posit poste ppare ppear ppose predi prise proba proce prope ptera pubis quart queak quenc quest quite racti rainf range rathe reall rectu redis refer regio relat remel rentl resti rever revic rgely rgest ribed ribut right rkive rksch rmati rmite rmous robab rocee roper rosty round roups rower rpris rrang rroun rrowe rruco rsals rsion rstly rtebr rther rtica rticu rucos sacru scher schiu scien scles scrib scula secre seein seems seque shape sides sidfi simil sists sitio sivel skele small smoot socie somew sopte soria speci spine spose squea ssori stanc stead steri stick sting stion stoma stoti studi style suall subst suppo surpr surro swere synos tance taneo tarsa tatar tebra tendi tends teral teran teres terio termi their there thert these thigh thing third thoug throa thymu tibio tical ticks ticky ticul tinuo tions tissu tomat total totic treme tribu tside ttern tuall tuate tudie turns tween typic ually uarte uated ubsta ucosu udied ueaki uence uesti ularl ulatu umeru under undin undne unusu uppos uring urost urpri urrou urrow urthe uscle uscul usion usive usual utane utsid velop verru verse versi verte verti vicep viden video villi wered which white whole xclus xempl xious xtend xtrem ygold ymeno ynost ypica ystom zoolo    622/60466176    (622/11881376)
6:    abdome abdomi accent action actual ainfro ajorit allowi almost alogou amilia amplex analog anatom andula aneous angeme animal answer appare appear arentl argely argest arkive arksch around arrang arsals articu atarsa ateral athert ations attern bdomen bdomin beddar behind betwee beyond biofib bodies boylou brevic bstanc burrow cavity ccentu ceedin centua ceptid cially cience cloaca clusio clusiv coccyx compri connec conseq consis contai contin contri cribed ctions ctuall cularl culatu cutane denboy deposi descri dfishe dispos domina dorsal during eaking ebrate eciall ecrete ection eddard edings edispo eeding either elativ eletal eleton eloped emoral emplif enboyl ending engyst enhnac enopte enormo ention entuat envelo eposit equenc eresti ermite erruco ersion ertebr ertica escrib especi esting estion estyle etatar etween everse evicep eviden exclus exempl extend extrem famili female femora femurs festyl fibula firstl fishes format fossor fracti furthe gement girdle glands glandu golden gonads groups gystom hearts herton himsel hnacin humeru hymeno ibiofi ically icepti icular idence idfish ifesty ilarly illier images imilar imself inalis inclus indeed infrog insect inside instea intere inuous iofibu irstly ischiu isopte ispose jority keleta keleto kscher landul largel larges latera lative lature ldenbo length letons lifest lified little llowin logica logous london lowing lusion lusive majori marksc mation menopt mentio metata mewhat milarl miliar minali mplexu mplifi mprise muscle muscul mygold nacing nalogo natomy nboylo nclusi ndness ndular nectio neithe nfrogs ngemen ngysto nhnaci nnecti nopter normou nostot noxiou nseque nsists nstead nswere nteres ntinuo ntribu ntuate nusual nvelop obably oceedi ociety ofibul ogical oldenb ologic omatid omewha ominal ompris onnect onsequ onsist ontain ontinu ontrib oologi operly optera ormati ormous ositio ossori osteri ostoti ostyle otical ounder oundin oundne outsid oxious parent partic patter pecial pelvic plexus plifie points positi posits poster pparen ppears predis probab procee proper pteran quarte queaki quence questi ractio rainfr rangem rather really rectus redisp region relati remely rently restin revers revice ribute rksche rmatio rmites robabl roceed roperl rostyl rounde roundi roundn rowers rprise rrange rround rrower rrucos rtebra rtical rticul rucosu sacrum scherz schium scienc scribe scular sculat secret seeing sequen shaped sidfis simila sition sively skelet smooth societ somewh sopter sorial specia sposes squeak ssoria stance sterio sticks sticky stomat stotic studie sually substa suppos surpri surrou swered synost taneou tarsal tatars tebrat tendin terans terest terior termit therto though throat thymus tibiof ticall ticula tinuou tissue tomati totica tremel tribut tually tuated tudied typica uarter ubstan ucosus ueakin uestio ularly ulatur umerus unding undnes unusua uppose urosty urpris urroun urrowe urther uscles uscula usivel usuall utaneo utside velope velops verruc versed versio verteb vertic viceps vicept videnc videos villie xclusi xempli xtendi xtends xtreme ygolde ymenop ynosto ypical ystoma zoolog    446/2176782336    (446/308915776)
7:    abdomen abdomin accentu actuall ainfrog ajority allowin alogous amiliar amplexu analogo anatomy andular angemen answere apparen appears arently arksche arrange articul atarsal atherto bdomina beddard between biofibu brevice bstance burrowe ccentua ceeding centuat clusion clusive compris connect consequ consist contain continu contrib ctually cularly culatur cutaneo denboyl deposit describ dfishes dispose dominal ecially ections edispos eedings elative eletons emplifi enboylo engysto enhnaci enopter enormou entuate envelop eposits equence erestin ermites errucos ertebra ertical escribe especia etatars eversed eviceps evicept evidenc exclusi exempli extendi extends extreme familia femoral festyle firstly formati fossori fractio further glandul goldenb gystoma himself hnacing humerus hymenop ibiofib iceptid icularl idfishe ifestyl imilarl inclusi infrogs instead interes iofibul ischium isopter isposes keletal keleton kscherz landula largely largest lateral ldenboy lifesty llowing logical lusivel majorit marksch mations menopte mention metatar milarly minalis mplexus mplifie muscles muscula mygolde nalogou nboylou nclusio nection neither ngement ngystom nhnacin nnectio noptera normous nostoti noxious nsequen nswered nterest ntinuou ntribut ntuated nusuall nvelope nvelops oceedin ofibula oldenbo ologica omewhat ominali omprise onnecti onseque onsists ontinuo ontribu oologic opteran ormatio osition ossoria osterio ostotic oticall ounding oundnes outside parentl particu pattern peciall plified positio posteri pparent predisp probabl proceed properl pterans quarter queakin questio raction rainfro rangeme redispo relativ resting reverse revicep rkscher rmation robably roceedi roperly rostyle rounder roundin roundne rrangem rroundi rrowers rrucosu rtebrat rticula rucosus science scribed sculatu secrete sequenc sidfish similar skeleta skeleto society somewha soptera special squeaki ssorial sterior stomati stotica studied substan suppose surpris surroun synosto taneous tarsals tatarsa tebrate tending teresti termite therton tibiofi tically ticular tinuous tomatid totical tremely tribute typical ubstanc ueaking uestion ulature undness unusual urostyl urprise urround urrower uscular usculat usively usually utaneou veloped verruco version vertebr vertica vicepti vidence villier xclusiv xemplif xtendin xtremel ygolden ymenopt ynostot ystomat zoologi    297/78364164096    (297/8031810176)
8:    abdomina accentua actually ainfrogs allowing amplexus analogou angement answered apparent arkscher arrangem articula atarsals atherton bdominal biofibul brevicep burrower ccentuat ceedings centuate clusivel comprise connecti conseque consists continuo contribu culature cutaneou denboylo deposits describe disposes dominali edispose emplifie enboylou engystom enhnacin enoptera enormous entuated envelope envelops eresting errucosu ertebrat escribed especial etatarsa evicepti evidence exclusiv exemplif extendin extremel familiar formatio fossoria fraction glandula goldenbo gystomat hymenopt ibiofibu icularly idfishes ifestyle imilarly inclusio interest iofibula isoptera keletons landular ldenboyl lifestyl lusively majority marksche menopter metatars mplified muscular musculat mygolden nalogous nclusion nections ngystoma nhnacing nnection nopteran nostotic nsequenc nteresti ntinuous ntribute nusually nveloped oceeding oldenboy ological ominalis onnectio onsequen ontinuou ontribut oologica opterans ormation ossorial osterior ostotica otically oundness parently particul pecially position posterio pparentl predispo probably proceedi properly queaking question rainfrog rangemen redispos relative reversed reviceps revicept rkscherz rmations roceedin rounding roundnes rrangeme rroundin rrucosus rtebrate rticular sculatur sequence sidfishe similarl skeletal skeleton somewhat sopteran speciall squeakin stomatid stotical substanc surprise surround synostot tatarsal terestin termites tibiofib ticularl toticall ubstance unusuall urostyle urroundi urrowers usculatu utaneous verrucos vertebra vertical viceptid xclusive xemplifi xtending xtremely ygoldenb ymenopte ynostoti ystomati zoologic    189/2821109907456    (189/208827064576)
9:    abdominal accentuat analogous apparentl arkscherz arrangeme articular bdominali biofibula breviceps brevicept burrowers ccentuate centuated clusively connectio consequen continuou contribut cutaneous denboylou described dominalis edisposes emplified engystoma enhnacing enopteran enveloped errucosus ertebrate especiall etatarsal eviceptid exclusive exemplifi extending extremely formation fossorial glandular goldenboy gystomati hymenopte ibiofibul inclusion interesti isopteran ldenboylo lifestyle markscher menoptera metatarsa musculatu mygoldenb ngystomat nnections nopterans nostotica nsequence nterestin oceedings oldenboyl onnection onsequenc ontinuous ontribute oological ormations ostotical particula posterior pparently predispos proceedin rainfrogs rangement redispose revicepti roceeding roundness rrangemen rrounding rticularl sculature sidfishes similarly skeletons sopterans specially squeaking stoticall substance surroundi synostoti tatarsals teresting tibiofibu ticularly totically unusually urroundin usculatur verrucosu vertebrat xclusivel xemplifie ygoldenbo ymenopter ynostotic ystomatid zoologica    112/101559956668416    (112/5429503678976)
10:    abdominali accentuate apparently arrangemen articularl bdominalis brevicepti ccentuated connection consequenc continuous contribute engystomat enopterans especially etatarsals exclusivel exemplifie formations goldenboyl gystomatid hymenopter ibiofibula interestin isopterans ldenboylou markscherz menopteran metatarsal musculatur mygoldenbo ngystomati nostotical nteresting oldenboylo onnections onsequence ostoticall particular predispose proceeding redisposes reviceptid roceedings rrangement rticularly stotically surroundin synostotic tibiofibul urrounding usculature verrucosus vertebrate xclusively xemplified ygoldenboy ymenoptera ynostotica zoological    60/3656158440062976    (60/141167095653376)
11:    abdominalis accentuated arrangement articularly breviceptid connections consequence engystomati exclusively exemplified goldenboylo hymenoptera interesting menopterans metatarsals musculature mygoldenboy ngystomatid nostoticall oldenboylou ostotically particularl predisposes proceedings surrounding synostotica tibiofibula ygoldenboyl ymenopteran ynostotical    30/131621703842267136    (30/3670344486987776)
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Why are rain frogs so round? What's /inside/ of them around such an itty bitty skeleton?
So it turns out this is a really interesting question.
The first thing we must be aware of is that rainfrogs as we see them in videos of them squeaking are not quite the same shape as they are when at rest:
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But you are quite right, they are very round. This is exemplified by the skeletal photo you refer to:
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So what are we seeing?
Well, firstly, note that the body cavity in these frogs actually envelops the femurs, such that only the tibiofibula (fused in frogs) and the tarsals and metatarsals are outside the body. The arms are quite similarly enveloped, but a bit of the humerus does extend outside the body cavity too. This predisposes them to a rounder body shape.
Next, note the ilia - the U-shaped bone in the pelvic region. These in some breviceptid frogs are synostotically fused with the sacrum - that is to say, they are bound by bone-based connections to the bow-shaped vertebra at their tips. This whole joint seems to be quite smooth, and as a consequence, the back of the frog is quite smooth. The other thing we can see here is that the urostyle (i.e. the frog version of a coccyx) juts quite far beyond the ischium and pubis. This extends the body cavity beyond the hips. Note also that the pelvic girdle seems to be largely below the spine, rather than the typical position for frogs behind it and continuous with it. This makes the legs sit below the spine, rather than at its end, enhnacing the vertical roundness of the animal.
Next, let’s talk some soft tissue. Now, I’m not as familiar with soft-tissue in frogs as I am their skeletons, so you’ll have to bear with me a bit (rawr). Beddard (1908!!) studied the soft tissue of Breviceps verrucosus Rapp 1842. It seems that the majority of the body of these frogs is actually muscle. Beddard noted that muscles join the leg at the knee that extend into the body cavity, such that the inclusion of the thigh in the body cavity is further accentuated by musculature. The rectus abdominalis muscle is unusually large, extending from the lower abdomen up and around the sides of the body. Indeed, this large size appears to be the pattern with all of the major muscles, though in the throat the typical arrangement of large and small muscles is somewhat reversed. On the lateral side of the head, there is a substance that is not muscle, but appears to be loose tissue in which sits what is apparently the thymus gland.
There is a very large gap between the end of the urostyle and the anus (one fifth of the total length of the frog), in which there are almost no muscles, save for the one surrounding the lower cloaca. On either side of this area, between the posterior-most muscles of the thigh, lie two large ‘lymph-hearts’, as described by Beddard. These are between one quarter and one third of the total length of the frog. A further lypmh-sac sits between these lymph-hearts and the skin of the femoral region, and they are thus probably analogous to the femoral lymph-sacs of other frogs.
I find it interesting that Beddard (1908) did not mention any glandular formations in the dorsal region. As is evidence from many images (see below), these frogs are able to secrete a white, sticky, noxious substance from their skin (which they actually have to use during amplexus, as the male is too small relative to the female to mount her properly, and so he sticks himself to her with his glandular glue… kinky).
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These glands do not apparently take up a great deal of the cutaneous tissue, and so I suppose are of no consequence to the size of the frog, especially relative to its enormous muscles.
The diet of these frogs consists almost exclusively of hymenopterans and isopterans (ants and termites). Neither of these insect groups are particularly fatty, so it is little surprise that their bodies appear to contain no large fat deposits - fatty bodies extend from the gonads up to the lungs and heart, but these comprise only a tiny fraction of the frog’s mass, and don’t contribute to the round shape. Instead, their bodies are extremely muscular, allowing them to be adept burrowers, ideal for their fossorial lifestyle.
So TL;DR: rain frogs are little balls of muscle (maybe the largest muscle mass relative to body mass of any vertebrate? science just doesn’t know).
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Ref:
Beddard, F.E. 1908. On the Musculature and other Points in the Anatomy of the Engystomatid Frog, Breviceps verrucosus. Proceedings of the Zoological Society of London, 1908:11-41 [x]
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