Happy Darwin Day! 

Charles Darwin would be 207 years old today, if pesky ol’ evolution didn’t insist on death and limited lifespans.

As Dobzhansky wrote, “Nothing in biology makes sense except in the light of evolution,” so take a moment today to think about what Darwin did for science. Naturally, I’ve selected a few cool items to tickle your curiosity:

Looking for a nice intro to some principles of evolution and natural selection? Check out my 12 Days of Evolution series on the It’s Okay To Be Smart YouTube channel.

Charles Darwin is most famous for his book On The Origin of Species, but did you know that Darwin’s kids had a bad (but adorable) habit of drawing all over his manuscripts? Check out this gallery of younger Darwin doodles courtesy of the American Museum of Natural History.

This is one of my favorite pieces of Darwin-inspired art, Darwin Took Steps, painted by Glendon Mellow. Head over to his blog to learn more about its creation and the meaning of the different visual elements. 

Glendon’s painting features Darwin’s original tree of life drawing, which he quickly sketched in a notebook as the significance of his work in the Galápagos began to sink in. Best part? “I think”. Check out Darwin’s original evolutionary “a ha” moment, captured in a letter to Joseph Dalton Hooker.

Charles Darwin had some pretty interesting views on marriage, and being the analytically-minded person that he was, he made what is perhaps the most hilarious list of matrimonial pros and cons ever put to paper:


Children — (if it Please God) — Constant companion, (& friend in old age) who will feel interested in one, — object to be beloved & played with. — better than a dog anyhow.– Home, & someone to take care of house — Charms of music & female chit-chat. — These things good for one’s health. — but terrible loss of time. —

My God, it is intolerable to think of spending one’s whole life, like a neuter bee, working, working, & nothing after all. — No, no won’t do. — Imagine living all one’s day solitarily in smoky dirty London House. — Only picture to yourself a nice soft wife on a sofa with good fire, & books & music perhaps — Compare this vision with the dingy reality of Grt. Marlbro’ St.

Not Marry

Freedom to go where one liked — choice of Society & little of it. — Conversation of clever men at clubs — Not forced to visit relatives, & to bend in every trifle. — to have the expense & anxiety of children — perhaps quarelling — Loss of time. — cannot read in the Evenings — fatness & idleness — Anxiety & responsibility — less money for books &c — if many children forced to gain one’s bread. — (But then it is very bad for ones health[19] to work too much)

Perhaps my wife wont like London; then the sentence is banishment & degradation into indolent, idle fool —

Read the list in Darwin’s own hand here, courtesy of Darwin Online.

Finally, rest assured that even Charles Darwin had days when he hated everybody and felt like a big pile of sad, as he detailed in this letter to geologist Charles Lyell (the letter is pictured above):

But I am very poorly today & very stupid & hate everybody & everything. One lives only to make blunders.– I am going to write a little Book for Murray on orchids & today I hate them worse than everything so farewell & in a sweet frame of mind,

I am ever yours
C. Darwin

Happy Darwin Day!

Things about prayer that I should have learnt a long time ago: 

1. God doesn’t need your prayers. The prayers are for you. Why? Because praying five times a day isn’t merely a pointless ritual; it establishes a routine, a sort of rhythm to your life. It is the one part of your to-do list that you get to check off, even if the rest of your work is unfinished. 

2. Don’t expect some sort of enlightening experience when you pray after a long time. I think that’s what I found most disheartening about prayer, that I didn’t feel a ray of light enter my heart, that I didn’t feel cleansed when I prayed after a long time. Prayer does feel nice, but the “cleansing” the “enlightening” comes after a while and it comes from within. It comes with the stuff you do along with prayer. It comes from the effort you put in to becoming a good person and into becoming conscious of God. 

3. Beating yourself up about missing prayer disheartens you more. Beating yourself up in general is disheartening. Take it easy on yourself. 

4. You’ll never expect it, but one day you’ll be crying in sujood and it isn’t because you’re weak it’s because you’re taking a step towards being stronger. Don’t be afraid to cry in prayer. It’s nice to feel yourself humbled towards God. You don’t have to cry in front of anyone else, but you can sob your heart out in front of God and that’s perfectly okay. 

5. That discomfort you feel about having missed a prayer, is something that you should address. Don’t brush it off. If you brush it off once, you’ll do it again. Go pray. It really is good for you. 

deoxyrebornicleic asked:

nose goes ovo

The smell of a durian. And as I think about this it makes sense. (Durian was the first thing that came to mind? Probably because I just saw one in the shop but hey some reason ) it looks prickly on the outside. It smells bad – but once you get to eat it it’s delicious. Same way that people say you’re bad and all that jazz but when they see how nice you really are that’s the inside.

I just wanna be sprawled out on a towel with niall on the beach. all the sun and warmth beating down on us, but with a nice breeze coming off the ocean. just quietly laying there next to him as his one arm is tucked up behind his head. eyes closed under our sunnies, his phone playing some music next to him, maybe feel his free arm kinda curl over my head and his fingers start to mindlessly play with the salty ends of my hair.

God I can just imagine rolling over on my side to look at him and he kinda glances over at me, smirk on his face, and I can’t see his eyes behind his sunnies, but I know the look he’s giving me and I just lean my face up a bit and kiss him really soft on his lips and down over his stubbled jaw. his big hand cradles lightly over my back and I can taste the salt water on his skin and smell the mix of his cologne and a bit of sweat and it’s so fucking hot in the sun but it doesn’t matter and I just kind of curl into him for a minute, tucking my face against his sticky chest, just breathing him in as he runs his fingertips down my side.

(Wherein I answer the first part of @legendofzeldamajorass‘s question, sort of answer the second, and promise try to do a better job about fleshing out my comments at some point soonish when I’m not swamped with work.)

This is in response to Slash Shipping, Pseudo-Progressivism, and Reinforcing Patriarchal Standards in Fandom

First things first: Girls and people perceived to be girls are spoonfed some seriously toxic thoughts about what it means to be a girl and what femininity as a construct is from the moment that they’re born.

Think back to high school, if you weren’t a teenage girl, you were around them. How many of them were super nice to one another across the board? When you exist in a society that has made an industry out telling women they’re not good enough and never will be, you wind up with some pretty twisted views of what you’re supposed to be like.

One of the pushbacks I keep seeing to my post on slash shipping and pseudo-progressiveness is that people like you and like others assume that women aren’t capable of actively expressing internalized misogyny and that we shouldn’t confront the fact that it’s something that’s so very present in fandom spaces.

I was a teenage girl once. I was also a teenage slash shipper and have been a slash shipper for the past 13+ years. And I save everything. So I can go back and look at the slashfic I wrote and read back then and see very vividly the internalized misogyny that was present in my erasure of female characters or how I used them as villains more often than not. And I can also see the evolution of my writing as I turned my academic research towards queer history and gender studies.

And I’m still evolving! Because people talked to me, they called me out and they called fandom out. And I learned just as much from them as I did my textbooks.

So why should we you know… not talk about the fact that internalized misogyny (and internalized racism) is something that our fellow female fans need to grow out of because it definitely informs the way that a majority of them tend to gravitate towards the white dude ships when they ship slash.

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Dreaming of You - Chapter 2

A/N: Wow, I am overwhelmed by the response to Chapter 1. It’s been nearly 6 years since I’ve written fanfic, so the positive feedback was nice. I apologize if things get weird from here on out…

Word count: 1240

Previous chapter: Chapter 1

Tagging some people: @milymargot@parisgirly93@kneekeyta@rhi3915@redprairielily@tinakegg@malvaloca93@i-dream-of-emus@mmfdfanfic@stinemarine@crystalgiddings1993@nenita1978​ 

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Update: this birb now has 1000+ followers! Thank you to all of you lovebird loving bird lovers! All your likes, reblogs and kind messages are hugely appreciated.

One other point though, as I am currently doing my graduation internship I am living away from home and I will see Woodstock less. Therefore this blog will be a little less active, but I will try to keep you all updated with some nice pictures now and then. Again, thank you very much all for following, also on behalf of Woodstock!

Headcanons ask meme 

@cerberosthehellguard  - Akafuri, follower anon on tumblr au

-Akashi has a follower that always reblogs his selfies and posts with nice tags.

- Tags include 

  • #What a beautiful horse!!
  • #They have the best cake #jealous
  • and one time, #I’m might regret this #but he’s hot as hell and I’m drunk #so fuck it #hello #if you’re ever in Tokyo #hmu for a good time #like karaoke and stuff #but also ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

-He gets curious after the last one, and goes on their tumblr to find a selfie. He’s cute, and Akashi is definitely interested.

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based on the book

terrence said they might be the people who
live in full color without leaving a shadow,
meaning there is no sun,
for me it looks like a kaleidoscope of confetti that
melts into streams of colorways,
i hope hes right though, terrence, because
i like to think he exists with the ancestors who love us so much,
i saw cordelia the ape,
we were being assessed,
some of us were going to be exterminated,
i didnt know if it would turn out ok for me,
but it seemed like as long as i was still in the game then
i had a chance to survive,
maybe the name i mean is clarence or cordova,
its a hard c,
i know that at least,
one other thing is that the color doesnt muddy,
it stays vibrant,
even in the form of chipped confetti,
the saturation is full on,
charlize would never be the correct answer,
corningware is wrong too,
good fire monkey,
nice fire monkey,
here here,
eat a bananas foster with vanilla,
the kind with real beans,
dr. zira would know what i mean


It’s Showtime! by Disney Photo Tour
Via Flickr:
Today’s photo tour takes us to Disney’s Hollywood Studios for a shot of the Rock “n” Roller Coaster guitar. This is one of my favorite areas to shoot at the park. The stage lighting creates some really nice rays and makes the picture more interesting. The colors are very vibrant and project all over the place. What’s your favorite area to shoot at The Hollywood Studios? Have a magical day!

evildexd asked:

Dear Question-Answerers, how do I deal with the fact I'll never bed Bruce Campbell or Ash Williams, or is there no way to appease this empty hole in my heart?

You sound distraught. But it’s time to turn that frown upside down. You see, it’s all about dreams. Literally. Some nights we still visit March 1975 playmate of the month Ingeborg Sørensen when we hit the hay. Just be careful about how you get there. One time we had this tequila smuggled in from South America with a dead rattlesnake inside it. Long story short, the typical dreams with Ingeborg were interrupted by a visit from our grandma and a beaver in a tuxedo who tried to sell us life insurance. Nice guy, though. Gave us a good recipe for baklava.

megansarah11 asked:

Can you do one that is #2 and #38 cause I think those two go together nicely :)

#2 was “It reminded me of you” and #38 was “I like your laugh”

Cassandra rummaged around the storage locker she still kept in New York.   She’d initially come to rotate some of her wardrobe out and then she got to thinking about an antique telescope that her grandfather had given her. She thought Jenkins would be interested in seeing it.  

In her quest, she found a box that had come from her grandmother’s.  She smiled as she opened it, childhood memories flooding out. Her grandma had always been of the opinion that children should play and had hid toys for her granddaughter.  Cassandra smiled over the collection of well loved toys that had made her visits to her grandmother so magical.  Then she giggled when she came to one particular toy.  

“Oh, I have to bring this back!”  

She added it to the box she had to bring back, containing the telescope, some sweaters, a few pieces of jewelry and now the toy.  Getting up and dusting herself off, she decided that was enough for now.

The box was a little unwieldy and she was having trouble getting it through the already bumpy Back Door, when she felt the box lifting out of her hands.

“Let me get that for ya,” Stone’s voice reached her ears before she saw him.

“Thank you,” she laughed. “I didn’t think this through when I went to visit my storage locker.”

“I’d wondered where you’d gotten to,” Stone said putting the box down on the main table. “Jenkins just said the Door was in use and I noticed it was dialed in to New York.”

“Had to go get a few things and remembered telling Jenkins about this antique telescope I got from my grandfather.  It made the box heavier than I planned on.”  

She opened the box and Jacob leaned closer, probably wanting to get a look at the telescope.   She set the telescope on the table.  But what she held out to him was different.

“Here, I did find this. It reminded me of you.”

Stone cocked his head, looking strangely at the brunette doll she held in her hands.  It was about the size of the larger GI Joes that some of his buddies had had (he’d ended up with the more action figure sized ones) but it was dressed in jeans, a plaid shirt and had a cowboy hat on its head.

“What is that?”

“It’s Cowboy Ken!” Cassandra exclaimed, giggling. “Well actually he was probably like Malibu Ken or something when Grandma bought it for me. But the last time I played with him, I dressed him up like this.”

“And it reminded you of me?” Stone asked very slowly, a bit annoyed, though slightly charmed by Cassandra’s enthusiasm like he always was.

Cassandra didn’t seem to notice his tone. “Yes! I mean look at him.  He looks a lot like you. Well if you were plastic and well twelve inches tall … .” Cassandra trailed off and just started laughing.  "Oh, your face!“  Then she doubled over,  laughing so hard at him.  

He couldn’t help it, he grinned at her and her eyes met his when she finally has sobered.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I didn’t mean … .”

“It’s okay,” Stone said his tone just as soft. “I like your laugh …and you know it’s maybe a little cute to know that little Cassandra was into cowboys.”

A soft blush briefly colored her cheeks as she looked down at the floor, but then she looked up at him. “Well, maybe grown up Cassandra is into cowboys too.”

Then she threw a flirtatious glance over her shoulder, gathered up her box and headed toward the street door.

Behind her, Stone froze for a moment.  But she grinned and slowed her pace as she heard his footsteps behind her.

“Hey, Cassandra?”

She let him catch up with her. “Yes?”

“You, uh,” he held up the doll. “Forgot your cowboy.”

“No, I didn’t.”

Story by @justlook3

(Want to send us a prompt?? We’re still taking them! Check out the list and request a Jassandra story!)

anonymous asked:

I am starting to get attached to the idea that there is this one baked good/sweet Link can never get right. Something simple, like biscuits, and he will burn down a kitchen trying to get them right. For some reason the batch won't ever come out correctly. This is his biggest secret.

Oh nooooo 

Oh gosh, that would be such a blow to his pride! He’d be humiliated if anyone found out. I can just imagine him attempting the biscuit recipe over and over, flour smeared on his nose, hair askew. Good thing he can handle flames with his CROW magic, otherwise he’d probably burn the kitchen down multiple times.

Allen comes in later to help Link bake a pie and he notices…

“Link, why are there scorch marks in the oven?”
“…None of your business, Walker.”


Welp I’m a little ball of tears. 

I feel so freaking overwhelmed. Just thank you so much for caring. Guys, you really have no idea how much it means to me. 

Thank you for sending me so many nice things and making me feel so loved. I know I say this all the time, but Ive never had this kind of support before. I mean I get giddy when someone leaves a nice comment, but some of you went out of your way to check up on me directly, and made such beautiful art.


I mean I dont know what to say? My Bf told me that when I was under, my phone continuously beeped and lit up with nice messages for me. He said I must have a lot of friends now. And??? AHH? 

I use to be filled with so much apathy. I thought my health problems had robbed me of a chance of a normal life but here I am again feeling absolutely okay. I was always so accustomed to people not even noticing my absence but now I have people waiting for me to come back. 

It’s the nicest feeling in the world. 

The surgery went ok too! It prevented something worse that could of happened in the future, but I do need to rest for my heart’s sake. Which by the way the doctors said is so much stronger now compared to last year. Im super happy about that. 

I wish you all could feel what I feel right now. Just thank you so much again. Im sending everyone giant hugs. My blog is going to be a constant stream of Inu and Rin so please followers brace yourselves. My brotp heals. My fandom savesss. 

<3 ! 

(The nurses know me pretty well.. and they keep asking what Im squealing about. So I explained what happened and showed them all the art I keep seeing, and they said they will print it out for me <3 YUS. YUUUUUSSS. So thank you guys. Im going to hang these up and Ill stare at them forever. They make me so happy <3 !!! ) 

anonymous asked:

Regarding what the Fubu!Anon was talking about - her fans can sometimes be quite freaky, not being able to hold back some, ah... lewd comments even on Mr Murata's stream chats so... ( and I've never seen fans 'from the other side' behave like that ) That reminds me, someone on the chat commented how it would be nice if ONE introduced a girl for Genos, so that she'd help him feel more like a normal boy and I just raised an eyebrow - isn't that was Sai is trying to do?

Woooow yeah just wow.

OMG if people really think a girlfriend is gonna fix Genos they need to reread all of OPM omg lol

Okay because some pathetic people are complaing I decided to see what shit tv tropes has on zero.

Oops thats it. He’s grumpy, has a hot temper and is jealous of Yuuki and Kaname’s relationship. (Fun fact all three MCs have the green-eyed monster trope)

But then there’s this:

Over all Zero is genuinely nice and wants the ones he loves to be happy despite suffering and having a tragic backstory. He is incredibly pure and a hero, despite his resting bitch face and being a grump.

anonymous asked:

What do the boys smell like?

This one was so much fun!!!!

Osomatsu: This boy I swear. He spends so much time at pachinko and the horse races that he smells like a clean dollar bill. Which is quite pleasant I might add.

Karamatsu: This fuckboy…… this fuckboy right here wears AXE. AXE. yes. the gross fuckboy cologne. He likes to believe in the commercials.

Choromatsu: For some reason, I see him liking pears the most out of all the boys. Probably bc he’s green in all honesty. I’m not really sure, it’s a nice smell that seems to fit him!

Ichimatsu: His true dna scent (ye thats a thing) is unknown bc he’s constantly petting cats. Even after showers he pets a cat. He will never escape that cat smell. Sometimes he’s a lil stinky from being in the alleys but its okay

Jyushimatsu: Weird enough, he smells just like oranges. None of the brothers know why,  Jyushi doesn’t even like oranges? But he’s always smelled like that. Even when he was a kid. Did he rub oranges on him when he was little and it was permanent?? Who knows. Maybe that’s his DNA smell. WHO KNOWS.

Todomatsu: This dude is always visiting flower shops, whether it’s to see some of his ‘Totty’ gals or just to visit OR to pick them up for someone oo wink wink. He does wear some perfume on most occasions, but those mostly fit in with flowers, His personal favorite perfume is bubblegum tulip!