#barrel sponge

[ghschwering]

A great dive in Cozumel. It started with a beautiful sunrise before we headed out across the water.

#original photographers #photographers on tumblr #original photography #underwater photography #coral reef #ocean life #sealife #porcupine fish #squirrel fish #bluestriped grunt #barrel sponge #Rock beauty #french angelfish #white margate #blue tang

[h3xactinellida]

vaguna

#barrel sponge #bio blogging

[elementalgod-aj]

Animal practice 1

Porifera

Domb (barrel sponge)

Squeeze (yellow tube sponge)

Ctenophora

Nee-Ko (artic comb jelly)

Ken-Po (sea nut comb jelly)

Placozoa 

Yas (Trichoplax)

Xenacoelomorpha

Xenaco (Xenoturbella japonica)

#the watchful eye #watchful eye #my oc #my ocs #my art #toonverse oc #isle 0 #elementalgod aj #aj the elementalgod #porifera #ctenophora #Placozoa #xenacoelomorpha #Neo Demons #Anthro Allies #earthdemons #O'kong family #barrel sponge #tube sponge #comb jelly

[hellsitegenetics]

curse of TRANSMUTATION upon ye!!

ye may transform into whatever the great and mighty wizard known as BLAST chooses to strike upon ye, with it’s mysterious and fearsome powers of biology.

it may choose a creature, a plant, bug or fungi. perhaps t’will bring upon ye a mystery, unknown to you or even a wizard such as i.

ahem. allow me a moment to catch my breath, as a wizard i hardly ever see a moments rest.

and with a spell this scary and ferocious, you really truly do not want me to lose my focus. alas, you could find the results turn out to be atrocious!

now, onto what ye results will be, as only BLAST will tell, and tell it surely will dear wizard please BLAST this powerful spell!!!

String identified:

c TATAT !!

a ta t at t gat a gt a a AT c t t , t t’ t a a g.

t a c a cat, a at, g g. a t’ g a t, t a a c a .

a. a a t t catc at, a a a a a t t.

a t a t ca a c, a t t at t c. aa, c t t t t t atc!

, t at t , a AT t, a t t a a a AT t !!!

Closest match: Xestospongia muta genome assembly, chromosome: 3 Common name: Giant barrel spongeaaAAAAAAAGJGJJJHG

#tumblr genetics #genetics #asks #requests #sent to me #wizards #verylegalwizards #ocean #sponges #sea sponges #giant barrel sponge

[sitting-on-me-bum]

"Refuge In Sponge"

A Black-spotted Porcupine Fish uses a Giant Barrel Sponge as a harbour away from the current. The swirling effect is created by spinning the camera while exposing and using strobe lights to freeze parts of the frame. By Magnus Lundgren.

#magnus lundgren #photographer #black-spotted porcupine fish #fish #marine #giant barrel sponge #sponge #nature

[spongebobsoundtrack]

Sam Fonteyn - Sword Fight

Plays in:

41a. "The Algae's Always Greener" 

59. "The Sponge Who Could Fly" 

115a. "Grandpappy the Pirate" 

123-124. "Truth or Square"

131b. "A Pal for Gary" 

168a. "Restraining SpongeBob"

192b. "Pull Up a Barrel" 

197b. "Two Thumbs Down" 

211b. "Trident Trouble" 

#spongebob #spongebob squarepants #music #audio #apm track #The Algae's Always Greener #The Sponge Who Could Fly #Grandpappy the Pirate #Truth or Square #A Pal for Gary #Restraining SpongeBob #Pull Up a Barrel #Two Thumbs Down #Trident Trouble #Sword Fight #Sam Fonteyn

[getodrools]

Suguru giving backshots plsplsplsplspls 🥺

ᯓ★ warnings. mdni | f! reader | pwp, spanking, praising, creampie, reader lowkey a pillow princess ngl, he miiight've stuck his thumb somewhere. ( wc. 1.2k + )

THE ENTIRETY OF THE left side of your face was scrunched in; ridden cheek and throbbing temple mushed right into the warm pillow ahead, even your puckered mouth curved a wrinkled ‘o’ the harder his hips bucked — forcing you to sink further and slip with drool… Dribbling into the cushion with a mix of moans and a slathered mess, the sheets shade darker the longer his barrage held on behind you…

Suguru’s nose wiggles up high and mighty, almost a selfish pride swelling in his chest as you struggle to gather your thoughts. Only dreams nestled into your pillow, some babble out your puffy lips, “Yes Getō! Harder, please 〜 !”

“Don't worry baby.” Invading your soft, gummy walls with focused thrusts, Getō was like a damn jackhammer in response to your bursted outcry….

Getō’s rough grip clipping around your waist dragged you with him each time he reeled back, and with each rhythmic slosh your pussy gushed with, he'd rush back forward — though never letting that bulbous capped tip pop out, he'd sink all nth inches of pale, fat meat to the hilt when ragged hips would kiss again. All strong with a loud clap ricocheting harder than the ones before.

And it was rapid.

Groping at the squishy flesh bending into his pelvis, he squeezes down with firm, gratifying force — kneading those two doughy globes he adores. And he couldn't help but spread them wide. Soiled eyes mimicking, he ogled how your pussy sucks him right him up. Watching how the tight skin wraps around him, like a suction trying to keep him trapped there…

… Admiring how easily stretched your slippery folds get when he'd bring you to be beyond a draining faucet.

“Pretty pussy milking me baby, she's creamin’.” No wonder the milky, translucent ring globbing at the thick end of his base churned; his cock pistoned on a wild onslaught relentlessly.

Spreading those fleshy orbs as wide as that perk hole did when a sleazy thumb ringed around it. A perfect parabola fromed at your back; arching and earning ease to slide through your sopping cunt with further wrath as he toyed at your little hole.

Your moans were no louder than the clapping behind you. Mewling out his name in a spew, half the time incoherent or a long drawl in syllables… Pussy too wrecked at the stuffing length pumbling through you. Sticking every bit of girthy inch ‘till those muffled cries in the cushion tickled your lips, and that pesky thumb adding to the riding pleasure broke something in you.

“Fuck—” Your eyes knock back.

Nuzzling that pretty face into the comforting like safe heaven — the only thing you could reach for to suppress that agonizing scream of monumental high, since trying to press the tips of your fingers at the working pelvis clapping against you in mercy, yet he swatted those weeping hands away.

“Don't you try runnin’—augh—take it baby.” You did, especially after the mean swat cracking right down your crack… but even then, pleasure over feening thoughts, you were reminded again, and again, how good of a fuck he truly is when you begged for more…

Forcing you to ride out that sweet high as he barreled in you. Getō wanted to hear it all — grabbing at your shoulders, he lifts you up from shying into the sheets, and your tits jiggle freely in the open air as you popped up; back stretching and head knobbly, you wail out jaggedly.

His breath fanned close to the shell of your ear, “Yeah, cum on my dick, pretty girl.” Getō wormed his way into you too deep, bucking achingly hard that's all you could do!

His swollen dick sunk inside by the inch, moving into that utterly soaked tunnel with the utmost ease — now deeper with languid strokes in a never-ending onslaught.

Warm, gooey walls convulse, and the liquidy embrace hugged him just perfectly. It all squished around him like a wet sponge with honest, earnest appraisal, making the man sigh out pleasurably too.

Getō groans as heavy balls tighten up, “Fuck!”

Feeling as if a bird in the sky, the thumb in your ass wiggled out and quickly mashed at the glowy curvature of your back as his other squeezed at the back of your neck, pushing you straight down. Smothering you back into the sheets with all of his weight; his curling toes press into the covers to bury further into your tight, wet core with all his might.

Shoving his pulsating cock straight into your pussy and impaling you with nothing but turgid meat, you could feel how he throbbed a few times. And with the fourth hump, Suguru’s heavy balls popped.

That flushed crown spurt out in a sticky mess; white seed spattered the inner lining of your pussy. Hot and wet cum rushed along the length of your insides all at once — A fast, quick heap of fluid that lashed out and stained your gummy walls in oozing white. Enough batter to pack you full, and fill the nooks and crannies of that tight channel he purely buries himself in. His hips grind against your ass to shimmy the rest his high further; stirring his swollen dick around with warm and sticky juices offering in thick globs and little gushes of wetness…

Groaning and shuddering, eyes squeezing, you both moan in unison.

He pushed down, not quite stopping, always moving, yet with a slower, languid pace, “That was cute of you...” He huffs, swinging his head back to swipe away his hair, and your tired eyes flutter open, confused, “You tryna run from my dick, heh, that was a cute attempt.” Asshole!

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#🌐 𝐿𝒜𝒱𝐼𝐼 𝒲𝑅𝐼𝒯𝐸𝒮! #ᝰ suguru geto! #💌 ! #jjk x reader #jjk #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #suguru geto #geto smut #geto x reader #jjk geto #suguru geto smut

[swanimagines]

HC: KAZ IS A PROTECTIVE UNOFFICIAL BIG BROTHER FOR A TRAUMATISED READER

 - Kaz was 18 years old when he first saw you - a shivering child, barely even a teenager, bruises covering your body and just underwear on.

- He knew from the first glance that you were from one of the pleasure houses, judging by how you peered towards the street full of them.

- Kaz didn’t really know what came over him - maybe you reminded him of himself as a child to some extent. A broken child with nowhere to go.

- Or maybe Inej was whispering into his ear across the seas, urging him to save you.

- So with a sigh, Kaz limped towards you, and you backed up into the corner the moment you saw him - Dirtyhands approaching you was probably even more scary than your master finding you - or at least on par with it.

- You had probably been taught he rips hearts out and eats them while they are still beating, like one of the newest rumours said.

- But instead, after Kaz had glanced around, he shed off his coat and held it out for you.

- You stared at him with wide eyes, then at the coat, then again at him.

- So Kaz sighed again, took a careful step towards you and laid the coat around you.

- You let out a breath, furrowing your brows as you looked up at him, carefully pulling the coat tighter around you. You clearly had not expected the turn of events.

- Kaz then nodded towards the Slat before turning away, and you silently followed him - some semblance of trust had been established.

- He was probably the first person to show even some kind of kindness to you in a long time, even if he was the most feared crime boss around, and you knew you had two options - returning to the pleasure house or following Dirtyhands. And only the first option had a certain severe beating, even death, so you chose the latter.

- When you arrived at the Slat, people fell silent. You were dirty and terrified, with Kaz’s coat wrapped around you.

“Jesper,” Kaz had called, and a Zemeni man with two guns on his waist strode towards you.

- You immediately staggered back, hiding behind Kaz - men with guns often meant you’d be threatened next, and then you’d be forced into something horrible.

- The man frowned at your reaction, and talked with Kaz for a moment. You barely heard what they were saying, your eyes too fixated on the guns.

- A boy with messy hair came to you next - his eyes kind, and you found yourself relaxing a little. He extended a hand towards you, and you looked at Kaz, who nodded and you took the boy’s hand, letting him lead you to a bathroom. And you were able to have a bath all by yourself - relax there, taking your sweet time. Your master wasn’t brushing you with a sponge until your skin was red and irritated, you could lay in the warm water, wash away the grime, wash your hair and just… feel you were safe.

- At least for now. You knew from experience you couldn’t trust anyone before they had truly shown you they were to be trusted.

- Even when the Bastard of the Barrel, somehow, made you trust him almost instantly.

- There just was something strange about him - something familiar. You had a feeling he had understood you somehow.

- When you rose from the bath, wrapping a towel around you and changing into way too big clothes - you made your way out from the bathroom and made your way back downstairs.

- Your eyelids had started to feel heavy from relaxing for so long in the bath and when Kaz noticed it, he gestured you to come with him, and you made your way to the attic. 

- There, he made you a bed on his sofa.

“You can sleep here,” he had said, and you swallowed before slowly lying down and pulling the blanket over you.

- You didn’t know if you had ever slept somewhere so comfortable as his sofa was - your “bed” at the pleasure house had been a plank you regularly got splinters from. So it didn't take long for you to fall asleep.

- You had woken up to Kaz coming to sleep as well, but were quickly falling back asleep again after you realised he’s not going to assault you.

- In the coming weeks, Kaz grows to be fiercely protective of you.

- One time, you actually saw one of the men who had spent a night with you as you were at the Club - and Kaz immediately told his goons to throw the guy out.

- He hadn’t even done anything while there, but Kaz wanted to protect you.

- Of course, he didn’t tell anyone the reason why he threw that guy out…

- You both suffer from nightmares, Kaz pushes his own nightmares aside to do his best to comfort you with your own nightmares.

"They fade over time," he had told you one night, as you had woken up screaming and had been rocking yourself back and forth, hugging your knees. Kaz had come running to see what's the matter, and seeing your tear-stained cheeks told him everything he needed to know.

You had looked up to him, huffing. "How are you supposed to know that?"

Kaz didn't reply right away, just held his cane, running his thumb over the crow head as he looked at the floor.

"They do," he then repeated, standing up from beside you and leaving the room. You had sat there for a moment longer, before you had laid down again, attempting to continue sleeping.

- Overtime, Kaz realised he cared for you - he felt like he was your big brother.

- After Inej came back from her sea adventures, she quickly became something between a mother and an aunt to you.

- She grew to love you just as much as her boyfriend did, even when Kaz didn’t show it as much as Inej.

- Inej could offer you peer support, when Kaz protected you from harm.

- And of course, Jesper and Wylan grew close to you too.

- Sometimes, you fell asleep against Kaz’s shoulder, and he let you - you had grown close to him, and he was recovering from his own traumas, touch wasn’t that big of an issue anymore.

- Having you leaning against his shoulder, touching him through his shirt, your hair slightly touching his neck - it didn’t feel that bad. 

- He barely felt water hovering over his toes. Actually he wasn’t even sure if it was water or if it was a draft blowing through the floor.

- He could touch Inej skin to skin too, so you being his unofficial little sibling could rest against him if that were to happen.

- When you were outside, he made sure you wouldn’t drift too far from them, the Barrel was full of dangers. Especially if someone from your old pleasure house would see you.

- Fortunately most knew you were under his protection.

- And as you became older, you were healing a lot faster than Kaz was - and even though he knew he wasn’t actually your brother, he sure felt like one - a proud brother.

- Kaz didn’t believe in Saints, but he still felt like something had brought him up to you, at the right time - something had just clicked.

- And now his family had one more member.

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[skepwith]

More Parts of the Revenge for OFMD Fans

Part of a series: Revenge Master Post.

This post is about stuff in the body of the ship, going more or less from top to bottom. I’m saving the sails and rigging for my next post. If you want to know more basic terms like fore and aft and bow and stern, look for “Parts of the Revenge” in my master post.

Obviously, using these terms is entirely optional, since David Jenkins et al. are free and easy with the ol' historical accuracy. This list is for pedants like me and people who like historical and specialized language. Enjoy!

Main Deck

The low “walls” on the sides of the open decks were called the bulwarks—they were to keep people from falling overboard. On the Revenge, the bulwarks are topped by a rail (railing).

A gap in the bulwark, together with a set of rungs on the hull, was called an entry port. It allowed people to climb aboard from a dinghy.

The top edge of the bulwark was the gunwale, pronounced gunnel. The expression “loaded to the gunwales” is still used to mean very full. The top edges of a dinghy are also called gunwales.

An opening in the deck is called a hatchway. I wrote about hatches a while ago, but what I didn’t realize was that the hatch is the part that covers the hatchway. The wooden grid that lets light and air through is called the grating.

In the bow, the curving rail that goes from the figurehead to the hull is called the head rail, which would’ve been really helpful to know for my toilet post. Oh well.

Stede’s journal could at a stretch be called a logbook (or log). This was a book in which an officer noted details of the ship’s daily progress and journey. Probably a bit less fanciful than Stede’s version.

Weaponry

The Revenge has guns (the word used for cannons) on her main deck and her gun deck. Before a gun was fired, the barrel was cleared with the sponge, then loaded with gunpowder and shot and wads of cloth, all of which was tamped down with the rammer. There were different types of shot, or ammunition; cannonballs were called round shot.

To fire a gun, a lit fuse (usually a slow match) was brought in contact with the vent at the top of the gun—called the touchhole—to ignite the gunpowder. (The wick added in OFMD isn’t accurate. Shocking, I know.) The slow match was usually held with a staff called a linstock, tucked into a notch on the end. You didn’t want to be right next to the cannon when it went off, because there was a non-zero chance it would misfire and explode in your face.

Despite what you see in movies, cannons didn’t produce a lot of fire and smoke; the cannonball did damage by going unstoppably through hulls, masts, and people—often many at a time—like a deadly Energizer bunny.

The gunpowder was kept in kegs in a small room called the powder magazine. (A magazine is an ammunition storage area.) This room was in the hull of the ship, below the water line, to minimize the chances of a stray spark sending the whole ship up in flames. The shot was kept in the shot-locker, a small room in the hold (though this word wasn’t recorded till 1805). As we know, Stede calls this the ball room.

Besides the regular cannons, the Revenge also has swivel guns, small cannons mounted on swivels. These were too small to damage another ship; they were there to fire at boarders and approaching boats. Or, you know, to set off fireworks.

To take an enemy ship, sailors might use a grapnel (or grappling hook). These were attached to a rope and thrown at enemy bulwarks or rigging so the ships could be pulled together for boarding.

The Gun Deck

Everything on a ship had to have a special name: stairs were always called ladders; the floor was called the deck; and a wall or partition inside the hull was called a bulkhead.

Some of you may know that a ship’s kitchen is called a galley. However, this usage wasn’t recorded until 1750; the earlier word was cook-room.

Likewise, the mess is where you eat on a ship, but this sense wasn’t recorded until the late 1800s. In OFMD’s time, mess meant “a group of people who eat together,” like officers of the same rank or sailors on the same watch.

You might know a berth as a shelf or box to sleep on, like Stede’s (and Ed’s) bed, but this usage wasn’t recorded until the 1790s. The earlier meaning, used from at least 1706, is “a room where a particular group (such as officers or midshipmen) eats and sleeps.” So you might call Jim’s room a berth—except that it changes hands, and its name has been firmly established as the Room.

A berth is also a place in a port or harbour where you can moor (park) a vessel, and thirdly, the safety margin around another vessel or object, which gives us the phrase “to give [it] a wide berth.”

Finally, the area where the animals (remember them?) were kept was a small triangular area in the bow called the manger. This seems to be where the Revenge’s en suite is, at least as far as I can figure, but if you want to include the animals for whatever reason, they’d probably live somewhere around there.

Storage

Some of the stuff on board was stored in casks, a.k.a. barrels. These could be any size, but a large cask was also called a butt. A scuttlebutt was a butt full of water attached to the deck for sailors to drink from. Unfortunately, the word wasn’t recorded before 1800, and the “gossip” meaning not till a century after that. But it’s a great word and you should use it anyway.

A keg was a small cask, usually less than ten gallons, used for things like gunpowder or rum.

A sea chest was a wooden box used to store an officer’s personal effects—or to confine a nosy hombrecito.

The Ship’s Bottom

(As it were.)

In several of my posts and diagrams I said the lower decks of the Revenge were the gun deck, the orlop, and the hold. But my friends, I made a grievous error: the Revenge has no orlop. I know!

In season 2, for the first time we get to see what’s below the gun deck. When Frenchie opens the secret passage in the kitchen, he reveals a set of stairs—sorry, a ladder—down to a grim, damp space. The kitchen is on the gun deck, so this is the deck immediately below it, and while on most ships that would’ve been the orlop, in this case it’s the hold.

The hold was the lowest compartment of the ship, used for storage and cargo. It also sometimes held the ballast—heavy stuff (e.g., pig iron, gravel, stones, lead) put there to improve the ship’s balance. The lowest part of the hold itself was called the bilge or bilges—the area where bilgewater collected and had to be pumped out.

Episode 3 shows the water on the floor—sorry, deck—making it pretty clear we’re in the bilges of the hold. On top of that, an Instagram post by crewmember Will Giles (shared on Tumblr by @ourflagmeansbts) mentioned repurposing the “bilge set.”

Which all proves that the Revenge’s hold is immediately below the gun deck, with no orlop in between.

The keel is the structural piece that runs lengthwise along the middle of the hull’s bottom. Keel-hauling was to drag someone along the outside of the keel, underwater, as a punishment—very nasty, often fatal.

Also underwater, at the stern, is the rudder, whose movement makes the ship turn. On a dinghy you steer by moving the tiller, a horizontal bar attached to the rudder post. On a ship like the Revenge, you turn the ship’s wheel, which is attached to the tiller via cables, and that moves the rudder.

That’s all for now! Coming next: sails and rigging, in port, and more sailing lingo.

Sources: Wikipedia, historicnavalfiction [dot] com, Oxford English Dictionary

#ofmd #ofmd meta #mapping the Revenge #nautical history #adopt our crew

[anonymouspuzzler]

To the trio, how do you like to spend your days off??

some variation on this happens, like, three times a week Minimum when they're not on or preparing for a heist.

[Full transcript / image IDs under cut!]

A black-and-white, digital ink comic featuring Puzz's OCs, Buck, Minnie and Davey. Buck is a middle-aged white man with a barrel-chested build, balding hairstyle with a tuft of hair on top, large nose, heavy brow, and large shaggy mustache; he is wearing a t-shirt with the sleeves cuffed, dark pants, and heeled boots. Minnie is a 13-year-old white girl with a stocky build, freckles, buck teeth, and hair with short bangs and large braided pigtails; she is wearing a t-shirt with a label tag on the bottom hem, a pleated skirt, shin-length socks and mary jane type shoes. Davye is a middle-aged black man with a lanky build, amputated right arm, large ears, large eyes with long eyelashes, diagonal scar across his face, large eyebrows, and lnong curly hair; he is wearing a baggy tank top and sports shorts. Each individual image is one panel of the comic.

Image/panel 1 shows shows Buck walking to the left, pushing a sponge-type mop with both hands and looking up towards the viewer with a casual expression. He is saying, "I mostly try and catch up on chores."

Image/panel 2 shows Buck having stopped in front of a messy kitchen counter, with an open bag of bread and two jars on it. One jar is tipped on its side and the other is open with a knife sticking out of it. Minnie casually walks off to the right, bringing a sandwich up to her mouth with both hands and ignoring Buck. He is looking after her with an irritated look, cartoon steam clouds coming off of him, one hand clenched into a fist at his side and the other still holding the mop. He says, tersely, "...which would be easier if some people would clean up".

Image/panel 3 shows Minnie continuing to walk off to the right, taking a bite out of the sandwich and looking in the general direction of the viewer with a casual, aloof expression. She says, "I do online classes sometimes when we're not doing heists, but I guess that's not a "day off". Other than that I mostly watch TV or play video games."

Image/panel 4 shows Minnie, back to the viewer, having arrived at the sofa. Davey is sitting in a slouched position on the sofa, one leg dangling off the edge, elbow propped up on the sofa and head leaning heavily into his hand. He is visibly asleep, drooling and snoring. A TV remote is balanced on top of his knee. Minnie glowers at him and says, "...or I would if some people weren't hogging the TV."

Image/panel 5 shows Minnie, glaring, climbing up onto the sofa, holding her sandwich in one hand and shoving Davey's shoulder with the other. Davey visibly startles awake, shouting, "I'M UP. Totally awake."

Image/panel 6 shows Minnie settling down on the sofa next to Davey, taking another bite out of her sandwich and saying, "Uh huh. So what are you watching while you're 'totally awake'?" Davey, leaning back and stretching out his arm, tongue sticking out, responds, "Mmph. Catchin' up on telenovelas." Minnie replies, "Mhm. So what's happening?" Davey responds, "Affairs, mostly."

Image/panel 7 shows another angle of the room, to Davey's left, as Buck leans in past the doorway and says, with an incredulous expression, "Don't tell me it's Julien again?" Davey, leaning forward and shouting with a similarly incredulous, outraged look, replies, "Yes!! With his own wife's new assistant this time!!! Can you believe it?!" Minnie leans forward to stare at Davey with one eyebrow raised.

Image/panel 8 flips the angle to over Buck's shoulder, showing Minnie and Davey looking at him from the sofa. Minnie, grinning smugly, says, "I thought you were all about cleaning today?" Buck glares back, looking slightly embarrassed, and replies, "I am cleaning." Davey leans slightly forward, propping his arm up on his knee, and says with a disarming grin, "Buck, you can come take a break." Buck replies, "No, no. I still got the dishes to deal with."

Image/panel 9 shows Buck standing beside the couch with his arms folded, clearly watching TV, with an arrow pointing to him reading, "Proceeded to stand there for 43 consecutive minutes." Minnie and Davey continue to sit on the couch, Minnie taking another bite of her sandwich, Davey leaning against the arm of the sofa and gasping at something on TV.

#long post / #anonymous puzzler answers #anonymous puzzler originals #bubblymiilk #apologies for this taking 5 million years as you can see i accidentally went Off #i wanna do a comic at some point that's just Average Day At the Villain Trio Hideout but it would probably be like 20 pages &i have. No Tim #Villain Coded comic

[gsirvitor]

Question about genetics.

I remember about dominant and recessive genes from school. Both my grandmothers were redheads. Neither of my parents or their siblings were redheads. My brother and I are redheads, though none of our cousins were. Presumably, none of our own children would be redheads.

But just how many genetic possibilities does one human contain without personally expressing?

Is it correct to assume that a single human contains all genetic possibilities for humanity? Even if it would take a staggering amount of time, children, and controlled inbreeding to express those possibilities?

Is this hypothetical matrix of fixed possibilities what is known as "the human genome"?

What is the least level of genetic mutation that would render a human infertile with the rest of humanity? Containing a single trait not found within the possibilities matrix of the human genome?

Both yes, and no.

Every human contains all of the possible genetic expressions in the Homo Sapiens genome, however, you are more likely to show the genetic expressions of those in close relation to you than those of further relation.

For instance, while ginger hair is recessive, caused by living in small genetic communities, it can be the dominant gene in its expression, the only requirement being both parents would need to pass on the gene to their child.

So, since both your grandmothers were ginger, I'll assume both of your granfathers weren't, this means both the genes fro ginger and non ginger hair were passed on to your parents, however the more dominant non ginger gene was expressed because it isn't recessive.

While you and your sibling became ginger because both of your parents passed on the ginger gene, that's the only difference between recessive and dominant genes, recessive genes require two sets to express, while dominant only need one.

And by every expression, I mean every, if we could, we could turn on the genes that were suppressed through the many subsequent generations of more dominant mutations, you contain in you the genetic information to grow primitive gills, to become a sponge, to develop hand feet, we don't express these traits anymore, but we do see some genetic throwbacks every once in awhile.

For instance, thanks to our mixing with other Homo species this has altered between different global groups, so we can see a Russian boxer with more dominant Neanderthal traits;

Sloped skull, prominent brow, larger jaw, barreled chest, longer reach, etc etc, this man would be well suited to using a spear to hunt in the Ice Age forests of Europe.

Every human on earth, aside from Sub-Saharan Africans, have the genetic information to become like the above, this is because we intermixed with Neanderthals so much roughly 1-4% of our DNA is from them, varying between Asia and Europe by 2-6%.

While Asians interbred with not just Neanderthals, but Denisovans, a Homo species that was so pivotal in their genetic makeup, the modern dominant Tibetan EPAS1 haplotype was introgressed from Denisovan DNA.

This haplotype is what allows Tibetans to process oxygen more efficiently at higher altitudes.

Now, don't take this to mean Sub-Saharan Africans are closer to true Homo Sapiens as many activists have claimed over the years, after all modern Sub-Saharan Africans, while they possess no Neanderthal or Denisovan DNA, a substantial chunk, 2%-19%, of their genetic ancestry comes from an extinct Homo species, that they refuse to identify.

Most likely Homo Erectus or Habilis, as it was one of the few Homo species close enough to interbreed, they were also the most successful Homo species prior to Sapiens.

Now, for your question, it would take quite a bit of genetic drift to make it so we couldn't interbreed with eachother, take Chimps and Bonobos, they share 96% similar DNA, well 98.7% for Bonobos, and they share 99.6% with eachother.

We can't crossbreed with either great ape, but they can with eachother, Neanderthals shared 98-99% similar DNA with us, same could be said about Denisovans, Habilis and Erectus, so in order to not be able to interbreed with eachother, we would have had to have remained separate as a species for 9-6 million years, at least.

To put it in perspective;

The peoples of Oceania are more closely related to Sub-Saharan Africans, while Asians and Natives are more closely related to the peoples of Europe, but all still so closely related that each section would be considered a Sub-Species of Sapiens rather than their own species.

I'm ranting again...

Anyway, it would take millions of years of genetic drift to make it so the Sapiens groups couldn't interbreed, not just one random mutation, hope that helps?

[ltwilliammowett]

Leather Water Bucket for sponging cannon barrels after firing or to extinguish fire- circa 1800

#naval artifacts #water bucket #1800 #age of sail #royal navy

[kaz-brekker-crow]

#sorry if I missed your personal favorite off the shits Kaz Brekker moment #kaz brekker #six of crows #soc #I would add more if I could

[hellsitegenetics]

I fucking love sponges man. I love how Not an animal they are with all their weird quirks and such yet still count because of their special totipotent cells and amoeboid cells, and frankly if I got to see a barrel sponge in its natural habitat I would either scream and jump and cheer or begin courting it due to my love of all sponges. Did you know sponges have spicules? They’re made of calcium and dispersed throughout the mesohyl as a way to help keep its shape along with the pinacoderm, just like an exoskeleton. BTW if I don’t get a sponge something bad will happen to me

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Closest match: Ajuga chamaepitys genome assembly, chromosome: 13 Common name: Yellow bugle

#tumblr genetics #asks #requests #sent to me #robbierousler #plants #flowers #yellow bugle #genetics

[mwolf0epsilon]

Whistle While You Work

Kix, drinking his 4th mug of caf and looking ready to drop at any second: Coric, definitely on more than 1 stim right now and also looking exhausted: Sponge, walking in with Beau to start their shift before noticing the two older medics: Kriff, what happened to you two? You look like hell... Kix, groaning while massaging his temples: Full house last night. Coric, getting up from his seat to stretch: There was an incident and the medbay's been absolutely full to the brim of injured vode... Sponge, raising an eyebrow: An incident? Kix: Lets just say Hardcase decided to try modding his Z-6 again... Sponge, glancing over to where said heavy gunner is laying on a cot with both his hands in casts looking all sorts of sorry for himself: ...Again? What did he do to it this time? Extra barrels? Clip capacity enhancements? Scope? Flamethrower? Coric: No clue, he wouldn't provide any explanation aside from 'I saw it on the holonet' and I honestly don't want to know. Kix: Point is, the captain's pissed off, the shooting range needs repairs, we need to requesition a new rotary blaster canon, and there's several vode with all sort of blast related injuries. Nothing that requires surgery, but severe enough that we've had no sleep for 26 hours... Sponge: I can see that. Isn't there anyone else on shift? The current rotation is three active medics. Coric: Hm? Yeah, that 105th fella is around. Kix, groaning: Yeah... Yeah he is. Sponge, finding Kix's disdain for another vod a little uncharacteristic: What's that tone for? He slacking or something? Kix: No... -shuddering- Worse... Bon, coming out of the supply cabinet looking like sunshine and rainbows despite the amount of work he's had to do in the past few hours: Time to check some horrific burns and change the dressings! Stars, I feel so alive right now I could sing~! -whistling happily and practically skipping towards the cots- Coric & Kix, looking like they've just seen the devil: Sponge, mildly disturbed by the usually skittish medic's very good disposition: Beau, blinking in confusion as she looks between her human, the two exhausted medics and the strangely chipper medic: Sponge: .... How long has he been on shift? Kix: 47 hours. Coric: 49 actually. Sponge, slightly afraid: That medic ain't human.

#star wars #the clone wars #clone medic kix #clone medic coric #clone ocs #clone medic sponge #beautiful the barghest #105th battalion #krell's battalion #clone medic bon

[ddejavvu]

Giving puppy!steve a bath the first/second day you rescue him from the streets. Asking if he’s okay with you being there first of all, if he’d like the help. Then asking permission for everything. Does he need help undressing? Is it okay if you touch him with the sponge? It it okay to wash his hair, you promise to be careful around his eyes. Can you brush his hair, you’re so gentle.

And while you’re giving him his first wash in... looking at the dirt on him, a while, he just looks up at you from the suds, watching you the entire time you bathe him, with those big wide trusting puppy eyes. Just staring up at you so... so hurt from his past, that this compassionate act and gentle nature is creating a whole big moment for him. A memory he’ll remember forever. The bath is so warm, you got him to test the temperature for his liking, his furry ears don’t itch, his hair feels so clean - you held his head so gently and didn’t get any soap in his eyes. You even get him spare clothes to wear, clean ones, and you promise to wash his old ones, not just throw them away. He gets out the bath and just steadily goes to hug you. No words, no jumping or tail wagging, no smiles, just one needed hug. You hug him back, but get him to get dressed after that, and he knows this life is going to be different.

Bonus, if you also have puppy!eddie: the only thing Steve didn’t love was the smell of the soap, he didn’t smell like you or Eddie or even him that much anymore. So when he’s dressed and out, he runs to Eddie. Barrelling the man over, and nuzzling and hugging and sniffing and wriggling all over him, trying to get Eddie’s scent back on him needily, as a fellow puppy hybrid he wants Eddie’s scent on his too clinical one very much. He’s not really used to the hybrid soaps yet, so it just smells wrong to him right now. But he’s comfy in his body once more when he sniffs him armpit and smells a little Eddie, taking the man’s hand and going to the couch, where he plops onto your lap for more writhing smushing against you, desperate for both your smells on him. Probably jumps into the dirty laundry basket, to wear sweaty but clean clothes of you and Eddie too

:'))) hybrid aus are so near and dear to my heart i swear nothing makes me smile like these <33

you let him wait out the first few hours in his own clothes so that he's not thrust into too many new experiences but he's,, a little stinky,, it's not his fault, he's been living on the street!! you prooomise him that he'll be safe and sound in the bath, and that he can take one alone if he'd like, but if he's too freaked out, you can sit there with him :')

of course, he's a little wary at first. even though you haven't hurt him, you just might not have hurt him yet, and he's pretty vulnerable in the bath. but he decides to just go for it, and he is pretty infatuated with the bubbles that you foam up in the bathtub for him

you go slow, ask him about every little thing you can. he nods or shakes his head, but overall he's pretty content with letting you take care of him. he's slightly worried, but it all melts away when you cup his chin and get his hair wet for him, tipping his head back so that he doesn't get soapy water in his eyes. it's so warm and feels so nice and when you shampoo his hair and scrape your nails into the grime on his scalp and knock it all loose he swears he almost melts - you're so gentle and sweet and loving and he can't help the way his eyes shine as he stares up at you. you're focused on untangling a knot from two strands of his hair but you feel his eyes on you and glance down to see his sappy little grin :') you want to kiss his nose right then and there but you know you shouldn't without permission and you don't want to overwhelm him just yet. you make a mental note to do it later, though!!

you rinse out all the suds from his hair and finish cleaning him off and while you're wrestling with his towel he curls around your side and just snuggles into your shoulder with a content sigh :') he's not anxious anymore, he's not stressed, he's not worrying, he's so content and blissed out that he just wants to be held :')

you let him hug you for as long as he wants but!! you do need a change of clothes after, because he was straight out of the bath </3 so you let him branch back to the living room to find eddie while you do that!! when you come back you swear steve's upside down in eddie's lap, wriggling around and smothering him so that he can re-scent himself. You let out a little giggle but when Steve looks up at you your eyes are kind. He knows you’re not teasing him, so he reaches out and grabs your wrist so you can join them. You’ve got a brush in your hand, and Steve’s kneeling in Eddie’s lap as you start brushing through his hair. The poor puppy is leaning into your touch so much he nearly falls over, and Eddie has to hold him around the chest while Steve’s tail beats against his leg :’) Eddie gives it some good scratches while you’re working on Steve’s hair, and by the time you’ve got it all untangled and brushed it’s almost dry - steve buts his head into your chest immediately after you put the brush down which means his hair is instant messy again, but you don’t care!! All you want is for it to be clean <3 you and Eddie spend the whoooole night doting on the new addition to your home, and when he falls asleep it’s between you on the mattress clutching both of your hands while in one of Eddie’s pairs of sweatpants and your hoodie :’)))

#hybrid au #dog hybrid!eddie #dog hybrid!steve #let’s talk about puppy!steve !! #let’s talk about puppy!eddie !! #puppy!steve #puppy!eddie