i feel like the knowledge that there are some medical databases with free-to-use 3D scans of various human organs available for 3D printing would have drastically reduced tumblrs amount of bone stealing scandals. plus you can make ones that glow in the dark.
Scans can also be found by searching on general-purpose 3D sites like Thingiverse, Cults3D, MakerWorld, Sketchfab
The glow in the dark filament I used
If you donโt have a 3D printer, check the website of your local library to see if they do! If youโre in college, your universityโs libraries could have one too! Theyโll likely have info on how to submit a print to their services and how/where you could find them.
look, if you didn't already know about the Bone Stealing Witch claiming that any skeletons unearthed when a cemetery flooded were free game, I can't exactly blame you, but man I wish I could be in your position.
hot take apparently but i think it's good for white people to relate to poc's art. i think it's good for straight people to relate to queer art. stop acting like we're different species who could never possibly understand each other what the fuck is wrong with you
โก tags: afab + gn reader, highly suggestive so 18+ MDNI, showering, readers implied to be shorter than meguru but this is a timeskip so he can be 7ft if u wish, fluff.
โก a/n: i haven't written anything in 2 years and this is disgustingly self indulgent. unfortunately this mans rotting my brain and i am weak. i wrote this in a daze
Through your light humming and the spray of water, the sound of a door flinging open rings clear through your apartment.
โIโm home baby!โ Bachiraโs voice booms through your home, the sound winding through the small space left open in the bathroomโs door, the thud of a bag and shuffle of feet following his words.
โWelcome home!โ you call back, rinsing the last of the shampoo out of your hair.
You hear him do a little jog towards the bathroom, socked feet thumping against the floor, before his voice calls, โComing in!โ
Thatโs all the warning you get before your door is thrown open, the sounds of your boyfriend singing your name and the shuffle of his clothes bringing a small smile to your lips.
โHow was your day, baby?โ you ask, grabbing your bottle of conditioner and squeezing a bit onto your palm.
โFun as always, I experimented with a few new moves,โ he replies, excitement clear in his voice. โMy shoulders are busted though, feels like theyโre gonna fall off. Iโm convinced itโs because you didnโt kiss them before I left this morning.โ
You snort, rolling your eyes as you massage the conditioner into your hair, โOh yeah, definitely, it couldnโt possibly be due to the rigorous training you do every single day.โ
โNope,โ he quips, whipping the shower curtain open with a shit-eating grin, stepping in the stream of water in all his naked glory. โItโs not every single day, I get a break on the weekends.โ
You hum in reply, lazily dragging your eyes down your boyfriendโs physique, the results of all his hard work. Itโs all prominent muscle and compact strength, sharp, defined abs and a strong core, hulking thighs youโve had the delightful pleasure of sitting on (and between), packing power youโve seen used to launch countless balls precisely and ruthlessly across fields. The shape of him, embraced with golden sun-kissed skin from the summer sky, is made almost lewd with the addition of water dripping over his body, glistening and moist and trailing deliciously down to his coโ
โEyes up here baby,โ he sings, stepping closer to your heating body and bringing his face lower to meet your gaze head-on, beaming at the hazy appreciation clear on your features. โYou stare any harder and Iโll start getting shy,โ he teases.
That snaps your eyes back into focus, and you snort incredulously, โOh please, you havenโt known shame since you popped out of the womb. I could fill an address book with all the people whoโve seen your dick.โ
He giggles and brings his hands to your hips, gliding over the wet skin, and pulls you slightly out of the waterโs stream. โIโll learn some just for you, baby.โ
โHmm, as long as you donโt suddenly start getting shy on me,โ you hum, tipping your head to look at his playful expression. โYou can have some shame with everyone else, though. In fact, I am requesting that you do.โ
โAnything for you, honey,โ he grins, pulling your chest flush against his and dipping his head to kiss you. Itโs slow and lazy, wet with the lingering water on your face, his tongue licking your bottom lip like heโs savouring the feel of every crease beneath it. Bachira drags it out as he always does, but doesnโt escalate it, keeping it slow and steady as his hands slip over the soft curves of your body, caressing your waist, thumbing along your rib cage, dipping beneath the swell of your breast. Being out of the water and subjected to his teasing touches pebbles your nipples, and you release a sigh into his willing mouth. Your skin shivers, nectarous arousal gradually trickling into your gut, but thereโs no urge to hasten the moment along. For a man always on the move, always looking for the next goal and next game to win, being the one Bachira slows down for is not something you take for granted. You savour every easy breath and satisfied hum he lets out against your lips and lean into his precious, languid warmth.
Itโs only when his fingers lightly flick your nipples that you break apart, a string of spit connecting your lips, remaining close enough for your noses to touch fleetingly and your warm breaths to gather in the space between you. His honeyed eyes, typically bright and wide and wild, settle transfixed and heavy-lidded on yours, his gaze no less intense and singularly focused on you. Itโs overwhelming sometimes to have all the worldโs devotion directed sacredly at you like this, brilliant and irresistible and all-consuming. Bachira never goes halfway at anything, not at his football or his principles, and least of all you. He is persistently and overwhelmingly fierce with his adoration, an ebullient fire that never stops consuming. Youโve never loved the sting of a burn more.
โGetting a little handsy there, ain'tcha,โ you murmur, thumbing softly at the grin that spreads on his lips.
โJusโ playing with my food a bit.โ
โNever learned your manners, did you?โ you breathe, goosebumps rising on the skin of your thigh as it brushes against his dick, thick and slowly hardening.
โThink I just lose โem all with you,โ he laughs breathily, the sound hanging adoringly in the steam as he rests his forehead against yours. โMissed you so much today. Every day. Wish I could pack you up in my training bag and take you everywhere with me.โ
You huff, bringing your arms around his shoulders and tilting your head to the side, โYou donโt think staying home would be easier?โ
The words give him pause, eyes fixed on yours as he opens and closes his mouth. His eyebrows furrow. The heat of the moment dissipates as your boyfriend gives your question a genuine thought.
โI mean, yeah? Butโwell. What about practice then? I donโt think thatโd be very productive to my progress and today was actually kinda huge in terms of breakthroughs, I was finally able to get a handle oโโ
You burst into giggles at the bewildered expression on his face, torn up at the choice youโve apparently forced him to make.ย
โIโm just playing, baby,โ you grin back at him, squishing his cheeks and puckering his lips, cooing, โIโd never be so mean and make you choose.โ
He heaves a dramatic breath of relief, planting his face on your shoulders and whining, โYouโre being mean now! I almost had a heart attack.โ
Your chest feels full to bursting with affection. โAww, my little honey bee, my sweet baby angel, sorry for forgetting how fragile my sensitive darling isโโ
He groans and shakes his head, and you delight in the pout you can feel pressing into your skin, โYouโre a bully,โ he mumbles, pressing impossibly closer to you, wrapping his arms tightly around your middle.
โI donโt know what you mean, I love you, sweetheart,โ you laugh back at him, kissing the top of his dampening head.
His pout transforms into kisses along your shoulder as he hums, moving along the lines of your collarbones. โYeah?โ he breathes against your skin, lips curving up. โYou love me?โ
โUhuh.โ You indulge him, fingers playing with the hair curling at his nape. โLove you so much, Meguru. Makes me feel kinda crazy sometimes.โย
You feel the soft smile he was pressing into your skin transform into a grin, his eyes no doubt twinkling and bright with delight. โIt does?โ
โIt does,โ you repeat, using your hold on his hair to pull his face up from where it rested against your collarbones. Just as you thought, his eyes glisten with infatuation, little crescent moons as he beams up at you with a dopey smile. Your breath catches in your throat at the stunning sight, profound adoration sitting in his faint smile lines and the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes, earnestly dripping like syrup from his voice.
โI make you feel crazy? In love? Really?โ he breathes, bringing his face close enough to yours for his warm breath to fan across your lips. โSay it again. Say it, I wanna hear it.โ
And who are you to deny Bachira Meguru anything?
โI love you so much, baby,โ you murmur, rubbing the tip of your nose against his damp cheek. โAlways make me feel so crazy, so full of your love.โ
โAgain,โ he tries to demand, but itโs a plea, you know. A supplication, a prayer to bear witness to the fire blazing with ardour in your chest, one that burns divinely for the man in front of you. His eyes are impossibly bright, drowning you in their sea of sunny reverence, and you know that he, too, would happily walk into the sting of your own flames.
โFeels like I canโt breathe sometimes.โ
โAgain.โ
โCanโt think properly when it comes to you.โ
Hello my dears! I, Asmaa, ask you to support my campaign to help me reach my goal. ๐ I am now in desperate need of your support to help me stay alive and safe. Gaza is a very dangerous place, both in terms of living standards and souls. I need your financial support so that I can get the basic needs of my family. Please help a family survive through your small donations or through your shares to others. And reblog. The campaign is going very slowly. ๐๐๐ This donation drive was verified by: @90-ghost
of course and ive also rbed ur pinned post, i pray that you're able to reach your goal inshaAllah
Trapped Family in Gaza Appeals for Help to Survive๐ฅน๐
Hello, I am Asmaa - a young soul with a heart full of flexibility and a spirit that does not back down in the face of challenges.๐๐๐ต๐ธ๐ต๐ธ๐๐
In the bustling world, amidst the chaos and uncertainties, let me introduce โฆ Asmaa Majed needs your support for Help Asmaa to continue scho
Suffering in obtaining food and how to prepare food in light of the lack of the most basic necessities of life๐๐๐ญ๐ญ๐ต๐ธ๐ต๐ธ๐๐
The suffering of displacement and living in tents after the destruction of the house, my father losing his job, and the difficulty of life in tents, as if living in a heat oven.๐ญ๐ญ๐๐๐๐
Destroying all features of life in Gaza and destroying the university is a loss of passion in achieving my dream๐ญ๐ญ๐๐๐๐๐ต๐ธ๐ต๐ธ
I ask you to help donate, spread the campaign link, and support the page in order to identify lifeโs difficulties and provide the simplest things of daily life, such as eating and drinking
โก tags: afab + gn reader, highly suggestive so 18+ MDNI, showering, readers implied to be shorter than meguru but this is a timeskip so he can be 7ft if u wish, fluff.
โก a/n: i haven't written anything in 2 years and this is disgustingly self indulgent. unfortunately this mans rotting my brain and i am weak. i wrote this in a daze
Through your light humming and the spray of water, the sound of a door flinging open rings clear through your apartment.
โIโm home baby!โ Bachiraโs voice booms through your home, the sound winding through the small space left open in the bathroomโs door, the thud of a bag and shuffle of feet following his words.
โWelcome home!โ you call back, rinsing the last of the shampoo out of your hair.
You hear him do a little jog towards the bathroom, socked feet thumping against the floor, before his voice calls, โComing in!โ
Thatโs all the warning you get before your door is thrown open, the sounds of your boyfriend singing your name and the shuffle of his clothes bringing a small smile to your lips.
โHow was your day, baby?โ you ask, grabbing your bottle of conditioner and squeezing a bit onto your palm.
โFun as always, I experimented with a few new moves,โ he replies, excitement clear in his voice. โMy shoulders are busted though, feels like theyโre gonna fall off. Iโm convinced itโs because you didnโt kiss them before I left this morning.โ
You snort, rolling your eyes as you massage the conditioner into your hair, โOh yeah, definitely, it couldnโt possibly be due to the rigorous training you do every single day.โ
โNope,โ he quips, whipping the shower curtain open with a shit-eating grin, stepping in the stream of water in all his naked glory. โItโs not every single day, I get a break on the weekends.โ
You hum in reply, lazily dragging your eyes down your boyfriendโs physique, the results of all his hard work. Itโs all prominent muscle and compact strength, sharp, defined abs and a strong core, hulking thighs youโve had the delightful pleasure of sitting on (and between), packing power youโve seen used to launch countless balls precisely and ruthlessly across fields. The shape of him, embraced with golden sun-kissed skin from the summer sky, is made almost lewd with the addition of water dripping over his body, glistening and moist and trailing deliciously down to his coโ
โEyes up here baby,โ he sings, stepping closer to your heating body and bringing his face lower to meet your gaze head-on, beaming at the hazy appreciation clear on your features. โYou stare any harder and Iโll start getting shy,โ he teases.
That snaps your eyes back into focus, and you snort incredulously, โOh please, you havenโt known shame since you popped out of the womb. I could fill an address book with all the people whoโve seen your dick.โ
He giggles and brings his hands to your hips, gliding over the wet skin, and pulls you slightly out of the waterโs stream. โIโll learn some just for you, baby.โ
โHmm, as long as you donโt suddenly start getting shy on me,โ you hum, tipping your head to look at his playful expression. โYou can have some shame with everyone else, though. In fact, I am requesting that you do.โ
โAnything for you, honey,โ he grins, pulling your chest flush against his and dipping his head to kiss you. Itโs slow and lazy, wet with the lingering water on your face, his tongue licking your bottom lip like heโs savouring the feel of every crease beneath it. Bachira drags it out as he always does, but doesnโt escalate it, keeping it slow and steady as his hands slip over the soft curves of your body, caressing your waist, thumbing along your rib cage, dipping beneath the swell of your breast. Being out of the water and subjected to his teasing touches pebbles your nipples, and you release a sigh into his willing mouth. Your skin shivers, nectarous arousal gradually trickling into your gut, but thereโs no urge to hasten the moment along. For a man always on the move, always looking for the next goal and next game to win, being the one Bachira slows down for is not something you take for granted. You savour every easy breath and satisfied hum he lets out against your lips and lean into his precious, languid warmth.
Itโs only when his fingers lightly flick your nipples that you break apart, a string of spit connecting your lips, remaining close enough for your noses to touch fleetingly and your warm breaths to gather in the space between you. His honeyed eyes, typically bright and wide and wild, settle transfixed and heavy-lidded on yours, his gaze no less intense and singularly focused on you. Itโs overwhelming sometimes to have all the worldโs devotion directed sacredly at you like this, brilliant and irresistible and all-consuming. Bachira never goes halfway at anything, not at his football or his principles, and least of all you. He is persistently and overwhelmingly fierce with his adoration, an ebullient fire that never stops consuming. Youโve never loved the sting of a burn more.
โGetting a little handsy there, ain'tcha,โ you murmur, thumbing softly at the grin that spreads on his lips.
โJusโ playing with my food a bit.โ
โNever learned your manners, did you?โ you breathe, goosebumps rising on the skin of your thigh as it brushes against his dick, thick and slowly hardening.
โThink I just lose โem all with you,โ he laughs breathily, the sound hanging adoringly in the steam as he rests his forehead against yours. โMissed you so much today. Every day. Wish I could pack you up in my training bag and take you everywhere with me.โ
You huff, bringing your arms around his shoulders and tilting your head to the side, โYou donโt think staying home would be easier?โ
The words give him pause, eyes fixed on yours as he opens and closes his mouth. His eyebrows furrow. The heat of the moment dissipates as your boyfriend gives your question a genuine thought.
โI mean, yeah? Butโwell. What about practice then? I donโt think thatโd be very productive to my progress and today was actually kinda huge in terms of breakthroughs, I was finally able to get a handle oโโ
You burst into giggles at the bewildered expression on his face, torn up at the choice youโve apparently forced him to make.ย
โIโm just playing, baby,โ you grin back at him, squishing his cheeks and puckering his lips, cooing, โIโd never be so mean and make you choose.โ
He heaves a dramatic breath of relief, planting his face on your shoulders and whining, โYouโre being mean now! I almost had a heart attack.โ
Your chest feels full to bursting with affection. โAww, my little honey bee, my sweet baby angel, sorry for forgetting how fragile my sensitive darling isโโ
He groans and shakes his head, and you delight in the pout you can feel pressing into your skin, โYouโre a bully,โ he mumbles, pressing impossibly closer to you, wrapping his arms tightly around your middle.
โI donโt know what you mean, I love you, sweetheart,โ you laugh back at him, kissing the top of his dampening head.
His pout transforms into kisses along your shoulder as he hums, moving along the lines of your collarbones. โYeah?โ he breathes against your skin, lips curving up. โYou love me?โ
โUhuh.โ You indulge him, fingers playing with the hair curling at his nape. โLove you so much, Meguru. Makes me feel kinda crazy sometimes.โย
You feel the soft smile he was pressing into your skin transform into a grin, his eyes no doubt twinkling and bright with delight. โIt does?โ
โIt does,โ you repeat, using your hold on his hair to pull his face up from where it rested against your collarbones. Just as you thought, his eyes glisten with infatuation, little crescent moons as he beams up at you with a dopey smile. Your breath catches in your throat at the stunning sight, profound adoration sitting in his faint smile lines and the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes, earnestly dripping like syrup from his voice.
โI make you feel crazy? In love? Really?โ he breathes, bringing his face close enough to yours for his warm breath to fan across your lips. โSay it again. Say it, I wanna hear it.โ
And who are you to deny Bachira Meguru anything?
โI love you so much, baby,โ you murmur, rubbing the tip of your nose against his damp cheek. โAlways make me feel so crazy, so full of your love.โ
โAgain,โ he tries to demand, but itโs a plea, you know. A supplication, a prayer to bear witness to the fire blazing with ardour in your chest, one that burns divinely for the man in front of you. His eyes are impossibly bright, drowning you in their sea of sunny reverence, and you know that he, too, would happily walk into the sting of your own flames.
โFeels like I canโt breathe sometimes.โ
โAgain.โ
โCanโt think properly when it comes to you.โ
โก tags: afab + gn reader, highly suggestive so 18+ MDNI, showering, readers implied to be shorter than meguru but this is a timeskip so he can be 7ft if u wish, fluff.
โก a/n: i haven't written anything in 2 years and this is disgustingly self indulgent. unfortunately this mans rotting my brain and i am weak. i wrote this in a daze
Through your light humming and the spray of water, the sound of a door flinging open rings clear through your apartment.
โIโm home baby!โ Bachiraโs voice booms through your home, the sound winding through the small space left open in the bathroomโs door, the thud of a bag and shuffle of feet following his words.
โWelcome home!โ you call back, rinsing the last of the shampoo out of your hair.
You hear him do a little jog towards the bathroom, socked feet thumping against the floor, before his voice calls, โComing in!โ
Thatโs all the warning you get before your door is thrown open, the sounds of your boyfriend singing your name and the shuffle of his clothes bringing a small smile to your lips.
โHow was your day, baby?โ you ask, grabbing your bottle of conditioner and squeezing a bit onto your palm.
โFun as always, I experimented with a few new moves,โ he replies, excitement clear in his voice. โMy shoulders are busted though, feels like theyโre gonna fall off. Iโm convinced itโs because you didnโt kiss them before I left this morning.โ
You snort, rolling your eyes as you massage the conditioner into your hair, โOh yeah, definitely, it couldnโt possibly be due to the rigorous training you do every single day.โ
โNope,โ he quips, whipping the shower curtain open with a shit-eating grin, stepping in the stream of water in all his naked glory. โItโs not every single day, I get a break on the weekends.โ
You hum in reply, lazily dragging your eyes down your boyfriendโs physique, the results of all his hard work. Itโs all prominent muscle and compact strength, sharp, defined abs and a strong core, hulking thighs youโve had the delightful pleasure of sitting on (and between), packing power youโve seen used to launch countless balls precisely and ruthlessly across fields. The shape of him, embraced with golden sun-kissed skin from the summer sky, is made almost lewd with the addition of water dripping over his body, glistening and moist and trailing deliciously down to his coโ
โEyes up here baby,โ he sings, stepping closer to your heating body and bringing his face lower to meet your gaze head-on, beaming at the hazy appreciation clear on your features. โYou stare any harder and Iโll start getting shy,โ he teases.
That snaps your eyes back into focus, and you snort incredulously, โOh please, you havenโt known shame since you popped out of the womb. I could fill an address book with all the people whoโve seen your dick.โ
He giggles and brings his hands to your hips, gliding over the wet skin, and pulls you slightly out of the waterโs stream. โIโll learn some just for you, baby.โ
โHmm, as long as you donโt suddenly start getting shy on me,โ you hum, tipping your head to look at his playful expression. โYou can have some shame with everyone else, though. In fact, I am requesting that you do.โ
โAnything for you, honey,โ he grins, pulling your chest flush against his and dipping his head to kiss you. Itโs slow and lazy, wet with the lingering water on your face, his tongue licking your bottom lip like heโs savouring the feel of every crease beneath it. Bachira drags it out as he always does, but doesnโt escalate it, keeping it slow and steady as his hands slip over the soft curves of your body, caressing your waist, thumbing along your rib cage, dipping beneath the swell of your breast. Being out of the water and subjected to his teasing touches pebbles your nipples, and you release a sigh into his willing mouth. Your skin shivers, nectarous arousal gradually trickling into your gut, but thereโs no urge to hasten the moment along. For a man always on the move, always looking for the next goal and next game to win, being the one Bachira slows down for is not something you take for granted. You savour every easy breath and satisfied hum he lets out against your lips and lean into his precious, languid warmth.
Itโs only when his fingers lightly flick your nipples that you break apart, a string of spit connecting your lips, remaining close enough for your noses to touch fleetingly and your warm breaths to gather in the space between you. His honeyed eyes, typically bright and wide and wild, settle transfixed and heavy-lidded on yours, his gaze no less intense and singularly focused on you. Itโs overwhelming sometimes to have all the worldโs devotion directed sacredly at you like this, brilliant and irresistible and all-consuming. Bachira never goes halfway at anything, not at his football or his principles, and least of all you. He is persistently and overwhelmingly fierce with his adoration, an ebullient fire that never stops consuming. Youโve never loved the sting of a burn more.
โGetting a little handsy there, ain'tcha,โ you murmur, thumbing softly at the grin that spreads on his lips.
โJusโ playing with my food a bit.โ
โNever learned your manners, did you?โ you breathe, goosebumps rising on the skin of your thigh as it brushes against his dick, thick and slowly hardening.
โThink I just lose โem all with you,โ he laughs breathily, the sound hanging adoringly in the steam as he rests his forehead against yours. โMissed you so much today. Every day. Wish I could pack you up in my training bag and take you everywhere with me.โ
You huff, bringing your arms around his shoulders and tilting your head to the side, โYou donโt think staying home would be easier?โ
The words give him pause, eyes fixed on yours as he opens and closes his mouth. His eyebrows furrow. The heat of the moment dissipates as your boyfriend gives your question a genuine thought.
โI mean, yeah? Butโwell. What about practice then? I donโt think thatโd be very productive to my progress and today was actually kinda huge in terms of breakthroughs, I was finally able to get a handle oโโ
You burst into giggles at the bewildered expression on his face, torn up at the choice youโve apparently forced him to make.ย
โIโm just playing, baby,โ you grin back at him, squishing his cheeks and puckering his lips, cooing, โIโd never be so mean and make you choose.โ
He heaves a dramatic breath of relief, planting his face on your shoulders and whining, โYouโre being mean now! I almost had a heart attack.โ
Your chest feels full to bursting with affection. โAww, my little honey bee, my sweet baby angel, sorry for forgetting how fragile my sensitive darling isโโ
He groans and shakes his head, and you delight in the pout you can feel pressing into your skin, โYouโre a bully,โ he mumbles, pressing impossibly closer to you, wrapping his arms tightly around your middle.
โI donโt know what you mean, I love you, sweetheart,โ you laugh back at him, kissing the top of his dampening head.
His pout transforms into kisses along your shoulder as he hums, moving along the lines of your collarbones. โYeah?โ he breathes against your skin, lips curving up. โYou love me?โ
โUhuh.โ You indulge him, fingers playing with the hair curling at his nape. โLove you so much, Meguru. Makes me feel kinda crazy sometimes.โย
You feel the soft smile he was pressing into your skin transform into a grin, his eyes no doubt twinkling and bright with delight. โIt does?โ
โIt does,โ you repeat, using your hold on his hair to pull his face up from where it rested against your collarbones. Just as you thought, his eyes glisten with infatuation, little crescent moons as he beams up at you with a dopey smile. Your breath catches in your throat at the stunning sight, profound adoration sitting in his faint smile lines and the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes, earnestly dripping like syrup from his voice.
โI make you feel crazy? In love? Really?โ he breathes, bringing his face close enough to yours for his warm breath to fan across your lips. โSay it again. Say it, I wanna hear it.โ
And who are you to deny Bachira Meguru anything?
โI love you so much, baby,โ you murmur, rubbing the tip of your nose against his damp cheek. โAlways make me feel so crazy, so full of your love.โ
โAgain,โ he tries to demand, but itโs a plea, you know. A supplication, a prayer to bear witness to the fire blazing with ardour in your chest, one that burns divinely for the man in front of you. His eyes are impossibly bright, drowning you in their sea of sunny reverence, and you know that he, too, would happily walk into the sting of your own flames.
โFeels like I canโt breathe sometimes.โ
โAgain.โ
โCanโt think properly when it comes to you.โ
