#cod (fish)

[lisa-snape]

Simon is just a little boy wanting affection. (English is not my native language, there may be spelling errors)

Simon knows this is the stupidest thing he's ever done. If any member of his team finds out, he'll be ridiculed for weeks—no, for years. The Phantom is a strong man, a highly trained assassin who has killed hundreds of people. A living legend who terrifies even the most despicable men in the underworld.

So why is he about to do this? Hiring a prostitute isn't a crime; everyone does it. But this becomes pathetic because, well… he doesn't want to sleep with her.

Yes. He doesn't want sex with the prostitute he hired. Actually, he does—what kind of man doesn't want easy sex?—but that's not the point. He could have sex without paying. What he really wants, what he truly desires, he won't get without paying, he wants…

Affection.

Affection, damn it. Hugs, kisses on the cheek, hands that touch him with pure affection, like in those ridiculous comedies that girls love—he wants someone to soothe his scars, to tell him she loves him.

That's why he hired you. He's afraid you'll tell him to fuck off, leave, or start laughing in his face. When you arrive, he trembles, feeling pathetic. His face heats up, his hands sweat, and the cheap motel room feels like it's going to swallow him whole.

You're hot, like the girls in the porn movies he watched as a teenager. Low-cut top, short skirt, heavy makeup, and high heels. That's what he expects, but he sees something different in your eyes; a seriousness, as if you were more than just a woman looking for money.

Maybe that's why you don't tell him to fuck off when he asks you to take off your makeup and let your hair down. You end up taking a shower while he waits for you, sitting on the worn bed, clutching the sheets and feeling the fabric fray in your hands.

Now you're just in your panties and bra, drying your hair with a towel while watching him. And, damn, you're beautiful. Beautiful in the way he likes. More beautiful than the vulgar, sexy mask; you seem real, something he'd find at home if he were a good man. Your eyelashes are the color of your hair, he can see some freckles on your face, the natural color of your lips.

He finds himself imagining, pretending you're his wife. That after returning from a damned mission, you're waiting for him to take care of him, to sleep embraced by him. Maybe you even have a little son sleeping downstairs, who calls him daddy.

When he speaks, his voice is low. Muffled by the skull mask and the shame. You observe every word.

"No sex? Just cuddling?", his voice is sweet, without judgment.

"Yes."

"Okay."

"Okay." He nods as he watches you approach, stopping between his legs.

"What do you want me to call you?" Your eyes seem to see through his mask.

"Simon... call me Simon."

You take his hand, guiding it to your hip, where he feels the soft skin beneath the lace of your panties. His head rests on your stomach as you caress the strands of hair that escape from under the mask.

Simon feels like he's on cloud nine. He hugs your hip, feeling your fingers against his skin, the way you slide them down his arms and back, as if he were something good... precious. You make him take off his shirt, not for sex, but for affection. He doesn't know when the last time a woman undressed him without wanting anything in return was. You kiss his neck.

His breath falters. He feels dizzy, unable to contain his sighs. He groans loudly when you kiss his cheek, over the fabric of the mask. He needs more. Much more. He holds your fingers, pulling them toward the mask's strap. You feel his hands gripping it desperately. When he finally reveals it, there's no fear, no revulsion. Just a gentle expression. You don't hesitate. You press your lips against his cheeks, kissing his skin, every scar. His hands grip your thighs; your body trembles and your breath becomes ragged as you massage him, adoring him, his warm, fragrant skin.

"Say you love me," he begs. It's trembling, desperate. He knows it's humiliating, but he doesn't care. "I'll pay you whatever you want, just pretend... that you love me."

You caress his cheeks and lean in, kissing his nose, sending an electric shock through his skin.

"I love you, Simon," your eyes are fixed on his. "I love you more than anything."

Does he feel like crying? He can't explain it, he's overwhelmed by so many stimuli. Simon hugs you around the waist and turns you onto your back in bed, settling between your thighs and resting his face on your breasts. He smells your perfume, something floral and fresh. The sensation of your warm thighs enveloping him, your hands on his back, the softness of your face... The beating of your heart, so real and sweet, he feels his own.

[bluuscreen]

spill ur gutz xD

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you can get this little guy as a sticker or acrylic keychain here!!

[thefinalsnart]

Fish in Newfoundland ! 🐟

Finally finished this!! Started it last winter to follow up my Newfoundland flora sticker sheet, but forgot about it for quite some time. Hopefully I’ll be able to get these printed soon!

What’s your favourite fish?

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[bethanythebogwitch]

Wet Beast Wednesday: Atlantic cod

Hello, do you have tome to hear the world of cod? You see, the Atlantic cod is one of the most popular food fishes in the world, but it is in danger. these mighty fish once dominated the north Atlantic, but their numbers have dropped massively due to overfishing. I will tell you the lord of the mighty cod so you too can become an evangelist for this magnificent fish.

(Image: an Atlantic cod swimming. It is a long fish whose widest point is just behind the head. Both the head and tail taper to narrow points. It has three dorsal and two anal fish, with small pelvic and pectoral fins. A single, curled barbel extends from the lower jaw. Its body is spotted brown and white, with a notable white stripe running down the side. End ID)

Gadus morhua is a bony fish in the Gadidae family of true cods. They are large fish, with adults typically reaching 1 - 1.4 m (3.3 - 4.6 ft), though there are record of individuals reaching up to 1.8 m (5.9 ft). Cod used tog et larger, but fishing has reduced the maximum size. Cod are long-bodied fish with a pointed face and a humped back that then narrows to the tail, forming a torpedo-shaped body. They have three dorsal fins and two anal fins, more that other fish have. The cod's mouth contains sharp teeth hidden behind prominent lips A single barbel extends from the lower lip. Atlantic cod have a prominent lateral line. The lateral line is a series of pores along the side that detect pressure changes, allowing the fish to read the movement of the water around them.

(image: a cod viewed from a more frontal angle, seen floating just above rocky sediment. End ID)

Atlantic cod are found in cold northern waters of the Atlantic ocean from the east coast of the United States and Canada, southern Greenland, Iceland, the British Isles, mainland Europe as far south as the Iberian peninsula, and north into the Baltic Sea and Arctic Ocean. They tend toward deeper waters along the base of the continental shelf, but can be found in shallower water as well. Cod are typicality found between 150 and 200 m (492 - 656 ft), but can dive as deep as 600 m (1969 ft). They are demersal, meaning they spend most of their time near the seafloor. They also prefer rocky seafloor to sandy or muddy. Cod are predators with a very wide diet that consists largely of fish and crustaceans, but can include molluscs, worms, tunicates, echinoderms, and comb jellies. Cod are also cannibals known for eating the young of their own species. Their barbels and lateral lines are useful for finding prey buried in sediment. Cod are shoaling fish, swimming together in large quantities. The largest (and therefore oldest and most experienced) fish scout ahead and seem to claim the largest and most varied share of the food. Even the smallest fish, who lag behind and get the smallest share of the food, benefit from being in the shoal as they get more food than if they were hunting alone. Atlantic cod are high on the food chain, with only large sharks and toothed whales being large enough to eat adults. In parts of their range, including the Baltic Sea, they are apex predators as adults.

(Image: a small shoal of Atlantic cod swimming together. End ID)

Cod reproduce seasonally, with the date varying based on the location of the population but usually taking place between January and May. For many, but not all, populations, the spawning ground is in a different area than a feeding ground, requiring a yearly migration. They are broadcast spawners, releasing gonads into the water and providing no parental care. Pawning occurs in batches, during which the female will release thousands of eggs for males to fertilize. Males compete for access to females by establishing dominance hierarchies and territories that they defend. When a female chooses a mate, they will ventrally mount each other can release eggs and sperm. The mounting ensures the maximum amount of eggs get fertilized. A mature female can release millions of eggs a year. The eggs and young larvae are carried by the current to nursery grounds. Larvae are sustained by a yolk sac for the first few weeks. Juvenile cod are vulnerable to predators and spend most of their time in rocky areas or amongst seaweed where they can hide. Cod become sexually mature between ages 2 and 8 (varying based on population and temperature) and can live for up to 5 years.

(image: a juvenile Atlantic cod. It is similar on body plan to the adults, but the coloration is different. It is a patchy brown and white, with brown stripes on the finds. End ID)

Atlantic cod are classified as vulnerable to extinction by the IUCN. Their main threat is overfishing. Atlantic cod are one of the most heavily fished species in the world as their meat is high quality and tasty. The wild cod population today is a fraction of what it was before industrial-scale fishing started, with some estimates placing it at 5% of historical numbers. In particular, the North American population underwent a major collapse in the 1990s. This led to a trophic cascade, with effects occurring all over the food web. The collapse led to the cod's prey animals increasing in population, putting strain on producers. Interestingly, many of the local ecosystems affected by the collapse are beginning to stabilize, with former prey species filling the same role the cod did. The North American cod population has not shown signs of recovery despite regulations and bans on fishing in the USA and Canada. The Greenland and European populations are more stable, but still threatened by overfishing. Many seafood watch and conservation organizations recommend you not buy cod to reduce the demand and help populations recover.

(Image: two cod, with more in the background One cod is brown while the other look more yellowish. End ID)

[robotblues]

A cod swimming past SS Undine, a 19th century German cruiser that became a war vessel during the First World War. The ship sank in the southern Baltic in 1915. Jonas Dahm

[dooooooooooooveeeees]

biblically accurate ghost fish

[the-eepysleeper]

Thematic Parallels

fucked up style

[fibshflesh]

Cold War Cod