My mother and I have two masters degrees between us and yet somehow we could not figure out if frogs have lungs or not.
Can you help settle the debate?
All frogs have lungs except one! The bizarre Barbourula kalimantanensis is the only known frog to lack lungs. It makes up for this by being heckin' flat, basically imitating the bizarre pipids.
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AAAAA JUST BARELY SQUEEZING IN AT THE LAST SECOND HERE BUT
HERE’S MY FORDUARY STUFF Y’ALL ALL IN ONE GO LET’S GO WOOO
WEEK 1: FAMILY
WEEK 2: ANOMALIES
WEEK 3: INSOMNIA
WEEK 4: SWITCHING IDENTITIES
Whooo, that was a lot! I only got properly started on these like a week ago; I’ve been back at school for the first time in like 3 years which is really eating up my executive function, and with all the crap that happened in Jan/Feb on top of that I wasn’t even sure I was gonna do Forduary at all ^^’ Not half bad for a very very very last minute mad rush to get something out before the late entry cutoff deadline :D
(I am so tired T^T)
I had a lot of trouble figuring out what to do for the prompts this time around, and eventually ended up making two sketches for each prompt! ...buuuut I absolutely did not have time to do all of them with how late I left it so I just picked my favourite for each week to polish up. I’m probably not gonna finish the others, but I liked how the rough blocking was turning out and I thought the progression of all of them together looked pretty cool, so since I didn’t wanna just not post them I’ve put all the thumbnail sketches under the cut so you can see ‘em ^^
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Flowers for youuuuuu!! 💐 uvu ✨️
*gasp* P and Imp give lil ole me flowers?!
Thank you so much, my adorable little lambs!!!😭❤️🫂
Seriously!! This is the cutest! Look at Ps little face!!!🥰 Thank you so much!!!
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CRYING, SOBBING, CAN'T BEAR TO NOT HOLD HIM
MY LIL MANS HERE!!!!!!
JFJDKKWOWKNRNFNFLDOWKJEHRBFNDNDBDKDOSJRHFHDNDKLEKE!!!!!!!!!!!
JOLTIKJOLTIKJOLTIKJOLTIK-!!!!!!
The wait felt forever but I'm so glad he made it, and on a friday no less!!! This lil bitty man's name.... Is Niblet, and he's with his big buddy Nugget XD
Niblet was a commission piece made by the lovely @imfluentinfangirlandgay and he is made so so wonderfully~!! Seeing the progress pictures did not prepare me for how actually tiny he is in person, and my heart can't take it HES JUST, SO, DANG-!!!!!!
liddol
I can't even imagine how folks can crochet things that are this tiny, hes absolutely perfectly sized AAAAAAAAA!!!!!
Thank you so so very much for making him imfluent he will forever be loved~!
And I mayyyyy have gone a bit overboard, but I made something so my cat can't get to him easily.... best 3 bucks and an hour spent
Made him a lil habitat thingy, he fits better than I could have imagined
Welcome home Niblet~!!!! ;;;u;;;
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Please click Azem's crystal to listen to Ki'to's finished personal playlist.
Finally, a project older than my Tumblr account is finished. orz
This playlist is an in-depth look at Ki'to's emotional journey through the MSQ (up to 6.0)
I didn't hit on every single story beat, but part of that is because certain things absorbed his focus more than others. For example, all of the Heavensward section is darker and more self-centered as that was when he was first inducted into his Dark Knighthood and where a lot of initial wounds began or were prodded and put under a microscope.
Thus, why this is labeled his emotional journey.
I genuinely hope you all enjoy this. It took me months to curate everything since I wanted the lyrics to do him justice.
I started this in October of last year iirc, just when I had finished ARR and made it past the bloody banquet cutscenes. I had been listening to another playlist and Revenge, And a Little More happened to play. It fit very well with how he had been feeling, and I decided I wanted to put together a playlist for him from there.
As I played through his story, I added songs that fit what he felt, and after a while the playlist hit 50+ songs. It simply needed to be sorted through and put in chronological order. A daunting task that I hadn't taken up until a couple days ago. And thus I'm finally able to release it.
Enjoy this look into my pride and joy of a Main, as well as my ever-shifting music taste. You have my thanks if you decide to listen to even a few songs. <3
I also have a little game for those who listen and get curious!
As I mentioned in an earlier post, instead of writing little blurbs about each song and its meaning, I want to know what you want to hear about!
Send me an ask with one of the songs off of his playlist, and I will give you a snapshot of his journey from where that song represents.
These will be much like the playlist drabbles I did a while ago. Writing's not my focus, but I do like to do it from time to time. :3c
I will always take these by the way, so even if you stumble upon this way down the line and don't see the specific song under the tag #playlist drabbles, send it in and I'll be happy to do it until every last song's been covered. <3
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What dnd race and classes would all the 14dwy characters be?
✦゜ANSWERED: YEAHHHH D&D LETS GOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
Ren: an elven rogue
[REDACTED]: a tiefling warlock (whose patron is you somehow)
Moth: a dragonborn monk
Violet: a firbolg druid
Elanor: a human cleric (she's trying her best... ^^;)
Leon: a water genasi paladin
Teo: a half-orc bard (he can't play an instrument but WILL woohoo anyone on sight)
(BONUS) MC: an aasimar + your choice of class
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Collision Course Coachella
Pairing: Dylan O'Brien x Reader (Female)
Synopsis: The last person you expect to see dancing his way around the Coachella venue right in front of you is Dylan O'Brien, but sometimes the universe just puts you in the right place at the right time.
Tags: Coachella, Dancing, Semi-Public Sex, Slow-Burn in a One-Shot, Protected and Unprotected sex (this is fantasy...be safe)
Rating: Explicit (obviously)
Author’s Note: You wanted it, I stayed up all night to give it to ya ;) It’s juicy, and I’ve decided to turn it into a limited series due to popular demand! A three-part saga of the weekend the reader and Dylan spend together at Coachella 2022.
Index: Day 1 / Day 2 / Day 3
Day 3: Crashing (Reader POV)
The warmth of him behind you, that’s the first thing you registered as you emerged from your subconscious. He was pressed up against your back, his skin on yours. You could hear his soft breathing, the warmth of it washing over your shoulder. The sun was starting to peek through the curtains, but you could tell it was early, the beams still weak and shy.
You drew in a long breath, stretching a bit as you did, but you didn’t want to disturb him.
His arm was draped over your waist above the comforter, just below your ribs. His hand was relaxed, his fingers curled, his palm open toward you. The sunlight cast shadows across his forearm, and you couldn’t help tracing the line of the lean muscle that ran its length with the pad of your finger.
He stirred at your touch, drawing in a long breath, rolling his body into you a bit and pulling you closer as he sighed it out across the back of your neck. After a brief squeeze, his arm around you went slack with sleep once again.
You turned your head enough on the pillow to look back at him. He looked so peaceful, his lips slightly parted, his brow relaxed. You smiled, as you mapped out all the little nuances of his face. You counted the moles that peppered his cheek and forehead, the little scar on the side of his nose, the tiny creases next to his eyes that you could barely see in the dim light. You still couldn’t believe this man had you wrapped in his arms, couldn’t comprehend the last 48-hours were anything more than a fever dream. Maybe your first drink at the festival had been laced with some kind of new designer drug and you’d just been rolling ever since. Laying somewhere in that dusty field, leaning next to a trashcan, off your fucking ass. That seemed more realistic at this point.
You turned back over and nestled into your pillow. His gentle breathing was relaxing and it lulled you into a state of partial consciousness. You began to meander through your memories of the night before. You could still feel the ghost of his touch on your skin, the way his soft lips and tongue had felt on every inch of your body. He’d given you more than was reasonable to expect, and yet you craved him as though he’d only given you a taste. The sensation of him buried inside you lingered like the dull and nagging ache of a burn. You yearned for it.
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Alright. Now. It's done. No more Coachella nagging. HAHA! Seriously though, this was fun as HECK to write and I appreciate all the feedback and appreciation you have all shown this fic. It's not gone unnoticed. I value it so much.
I hope you enjoy the last installment!
Much Love!
-Trashy xoxo
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