mary macdonald is so cupid. she has a show where people call in for relationship advice. marlene allllways calls talking about mary unbeknownst to her. mary tells her she just has to be honest and confess and suddenly marlene is calling in 5 minutes later confessing over the entire radio that she loves mary
sirius doesn’t know he talks in his sleep, he never remembers, but some nights he curls into himself, trying to disappear, tears slip silently down his face, his broken voice falls into the that terrified whisper ‘mama….no, please.’
the skin on Neil’s hands and face is incredibly sensitive to dryness and sunlight because of the countless scars and burn marks covering them. knowing that, Andrew bought him a small collection of moisturizers and sunscreen, never failing to remind Neil to put them on before going outside or after a shower as part of his skincare routine. the only problem is that Neil never sees the point. not until the skin across his knuckles, wrists, and cheekbones begins to tighten and split, making even the smallest movement sting. “You’ll keep this up until you can’t hold a racquet anymore,” Andrew mutters late one evening as he carefully massages cool moisturizer into Neil’s cracked, reddened knuckles. “Then you’ll be the one whining because you can’t train.” “They were fine…” Neil mumbles in his own defense. “Were you waiting for your hands to fall off before doing something about it?” Neil only clicks his tongue quietly, having apparently exhausted every possible argument he could’ve used to defend his own stupidity. once every round burn scar on Neil’s hands has been covered with a healing cream, Andrew moves on, dabbing a small amount onto the large burn stretching across his cheekbone. Neil instinctively leans into the pleasant coolness. “Stop acting like Sir,” Andrew says, smoothing the cream over the damaged skin as Neil presses his cheek more firmly into the warmth of Andrew’s palm, nuzzling into it exactly the way cats greet their owners first thing in the morning. Neil pointedly ignores the comment and, instead, rests his hand on Andrew’s knee. when Andrew finishes, he’s the one who leans in this time, lingering just long enough to cover Neil’s lips with his own in a slow, unhurried kiss. “And you’re not nuzzling?” Neil asks once they part. “I pet Sir so he’ll leave me alone.” “Was that supposed to be a hint?” Andrew never answers but It doesn’t matter. Neil knows it’s a complete lie. just as Andrew always ends up returning Sir’s affection no matter how much he complains about it, half an hour later he’ll be sitting beside Neil on the couch, quietly pulling him against his chest while absentmindedly stroking his side as some late-night science documentary plays in the background.
when they were in greece, wolfstar had to leave their tour early because remus kept correcting the guide’s historical facts. sirius spent the entire tour whispering “moony, please”
listen it's not that I think epic the musical is a perfect adaption of the odyssey but it was an impressive passion project that knew what it wanted to be and knew what people gravitated to in the original work and it put significant effort into conveying this through its unique medium and tone to the point that hundreds of other people felt compelled to put effort into their own artistic interpretations of that version of the story. and that's really cool! and yes I would be more critical if it was a 100 million dollar project made by a professional because what the fuck do you mean you're a world-famous director and you cut the my name is nobody scene are you goddamn serious
People horrifically fucking up facts about evolution and genetics too support their stupid beliefs or to seem smart and “rational” is probably one of my big pet peeves
Yeah. An enormous number of racists, misogynists, homophobes and transphobes I’ve met eventually whip out something about evolutionary biology and they never, ever, ever, ever have the slightest shadow of even a half-right idea what any of it means or ever cite a claim ever actually made by a scientific study.
Here’s a quick handy reference list or anyone who isn’t sure:
Homosexuality does exist in almost all social species.
“Alpha males” are not a real phenomenon and in fact the most aggressive males tend to be the least reproductively successful.
“Survival of the fittest” simply means that the success of a species hinges on how well it “fits” its environment. It does not mean that stronger or smarter individuals are supposed to succeed. Those things can even be a detriment in nature by wasting too many resources.
“Race” is not a biological concept. Someone who looks different from you has the same human genes, just a different grab-bag of dominant traits.
Evolution is not a march towards higher complexity, more intelligence or even more adaptability. It’s just a fluctuation of characteristics dictated by environmental pressures and mutation. A slime mold isn’t “less evolved” than a hawk, just adapted for success under different parameters.
People didn’t evolve “from apes.” It’s more complicated than that. We are a category of ape, sharing a common ancestor with the other apes.
No human on Earth is “closer” to an evolutionary ancestor than any other. We all descended from the same one.
Neanderthals were also a “sibling” species of ours. We didn’t evolve from them.
Some of us did, however, cross-breed with Neandethal man. It is exclusively non-African races, such as white people, who still carry hybrid human/Neanderthal genes. Whoops, sorry “white purity” skinheads, you’re actually mixed with a whole other species.
Humans are actually more genetically homogeneous than most people suspect. This is possibly due to a population bottleneck at some point in our evolutionary past. Two chimpanzees from different sides of a jungle are likely more genetically different to each other than any two human beings in the world.
Our big brains may help us use tools, but what was really principal in their development was the need for empathy, communication, and cooperation.
Humans. Are. Social. So social it drove an incredibly energetically costly increase in our brain size. Don’t believe anyone who says its our nature to fight “every man for themself.” We’re humans, not bears. We fight for each other.
And we always have. Fossil remains are found of ancient humans who bore signs of crucial mobility impairments that lived to notable ages. Some even have sticks or other mobility aids – community care and support is our way. We don’t cast off those with impairments, we stand by them.
Human sexual dimorphism is on a decreasing trend. Our ancestors had greater difference in canine size and overall size. Our dimorphism gap has gotten smaller.
Occam’s razor is the principal that whatever is the simplest explanation is probably the most likely one. Don’t believe someone who says the reason we evolved bipedalism is so that males could carry gifts to females to woo them. Yes, this is a real ‘theory’ on how bipedalism evolved.
Skin tone is an adaptation of UV levels vs vitamin D levels. Both come from the sun. UV is harmful, so where sun is plentiful populations develop a darker skin tone for more protection. The skin needs sun to create vitamin D, so where sun is scarce, the skin tone lightens to allow more sun in. This is literally all it is.
Final thing: No one’s mind is really equipped to fully understand how long a billion years is, or a million, or even tens of thousands of years. Evolution takes place over a loooong time. Its very, very, slow, slower than we can really comprehend. We can’t “stand in the way” of natural selection by caring for our ill. We don’t need to “help” evolution in any way. It inevitably happens, but not on any sort of timescale we could possibly affect, so don’t fall for anyone that tells you not to “stand in the way” of natural selection. That’s fascism, and its utterly pseudo-scientific.
Not to mention natural selection doesn’t have a “will” that you can stand in the way of. Its not an entity with wants, its a millions-year long process. And its impossible for our decisions to “stand in its way.” Our decisions to care for one another are what brought our species where it is, plain and simple.
Lily says “well did they try kicking it into the net?” afer the England vs Argentina game and then has to stop herself from laughing when James walks out of the room
language barrier wolfstar where remus only speaks english/welsh and sirius only speaks french.
they meet by complete accident on the streets of london while sirius is there on a school trip. sirius spots remus smoking outside a corner shop and, without knowing a single word of english, decides he’s going to bum a cigarette off him anyway. it takes an embarrassing amount of pointing, miming, fake smoking motions and increasingly dramatic hand gestures before remus finally figures out what this very animated french boy wants. he starts off trying not to laugh, but sirius looks so painfully determined to get his point across that remus caves and hands him a cigarette.
they end up standing there together for the next twenty minutes.
sirius talks the entire time in rapid-fire french, complaining about his teacher who only gave them thirty minutes of free time around carnaby street, about how impossible it is to keep up with his class, about london, about anything that comes to mind. he knows remus doesn’t understand a single sentence, but remus keeps nodding anyway, smiling whenever sirius gets especially dramatic with his hands, replying with the occasional “yeah?” like he’s somehow following along
neither of them understands the other, but somehow they’re still having a conversation.
eventually sirius’s classmates start calling for him from down the street. remus pats his pockets, finds a pen, gently takes sirius’s hand and writes his address across the back of it. then he taps the ink with his finger, mimes writing on paper, and points in the vague direction of france.
“send me a letter.”
sirius doesn’t understand the words but he understands everything else.
he spends the entire train ride back to france staring at the ink on his hand, terrified it’ll wash off before he gets home.
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