research yeah

When I download pictures of band members, I’m always like I’m not doing anything bad it’s just for research. Yeah, yeah for research not because I have a scary obsession for you.

cactus-squirrel replied to your post “it’s important for LGBT+ people in science to be visible. Cishet…”

…by applying your own biases to research? yeah.

There’s always going to be bias in science. We have to do our best to be as unbiased as possible but the reality is that it’s impossible for humans to be completely unbiased. Especially when it comes to cishet people trying to force research / data to support their bias (Most recent example: see all the current ‘gay gene / trans gene’ studies).  

The best way to counteract this is to have as much diverse people in science. 

So the next question is why you seem so scared / angry about LGBT+ people’s in bias, when white cishet bias has taken over science for decades? 

Ravenclaws probably have, overall as a house, the worst grades in the school tbh. 


steven universe (marble madness & open book) » his dark materials trilogy (plus that one movie)

I hate when people stretch “lily was intelligent” to “lily must have been like hermione” like ok I’m sure she had her merit, but hermione was on a whole other level, she literally borrowed a time machine from the government just to take more lessons, comparing anyone to hermione is just extreme

So I’m irritated at the SJM fandom right now. Specifically over the ACOWAR criticisms.

And before you jump down my throat screaming about how I supposedly think people aren’t allowed to be critical about a series I enjoy, let me say something. Y'all are allowed to be critical all you want over ACOWAR. Hell, I agree with a lot of it.

But. You guys keep shitting on the way Mor came out, and that it was only to Feyre, and that it was “cringy,” “rushed,” and wasn’t “realistic.” And, you have a right to that opinion. I’m not going to say you can’t think that. However, I have not disagreed so much over someone’s opinion of a fictional character as much as this one.

Mor came out to one person, one she knew she could trust, would more than likely keep it secret until Mor was comfortable, and wouldn’t have told anyone until Mor told them first. That’s incredibly realistic. Like I’m not gonna come out to a random friend. I’m going to come out to someone who I know without a doubt wouldn’t walk into a room ten minutes later and shout “Hey, look! She’s gay!” Feyre is that person to Mor. She’s not comfortable tellling Cassian and Rhys for reasons I can’t quite figure out yet. She can’t tell Amren because she’s sealed herself inside her tent. She’s not comfortable telling Azriel for obvious reasons. So she tells the one person she can.

And for those of you saying the way she did it was cringeworthy and unrealistic, please stop. Now. Like I’m begging you to please stop. Why? Because it’s damn hurtful. Like I see people saying it and it kind of makes me want to cry. I came out to several people in a similar fashion. It had been after a major argument. I told them the reasoning why I had stayed closeted for so long.

Not all coming out talks are happy, or between all your friends – no matter how close you are to them – at once. Not all people have families who’d accept it (granted this is a common known fact).

And as someone who came out as bi like Mor, and someone who knows even more people who came out similarly, you guys saying shit like “Mor’s coming out was so horrible and unrealistic,” is hurtful and horrible to anyone who relates to that.

Yes, it was a bit rushed and a bit unexpected, and yes be critical about it that way, but don’t claim that the way Mor did it isn’t realistic. Because I guarantee it’s plenty more realistic than you think.

it’s sad that i grew up thinking vegans were preachy, whiny, and squeamish and that i would groan when so many of my friends told me “you’re gonna hate me but i’m vegan now” as if they were the delusional one. not only was i in the dark about the food industry and animal cruelty; i absolutely made no effort to do research… and yeah meat is really delicious and i used to believe a meal just wasn’t a meal without it, but after educating myself i just can’t imagine thinking that it’s worth it anymore—that it’s worth torturing an animal or increasing my vulnerability to disease. we complain about vegans being too preachy but i WISH i had the common sense to listen to the “preaching” earlier


SO… This could be about the book… 

Owl Service by Alan Garner…
but just to make sure… 

I had to see if they all checked out with THIS… 

So.. what is this?

It basically is a bus that helps weary travelers is the wee hours of the morning…. So that is the 24 hours part…

and the buses have 30 minute intervals… 

so that’s the 30 part….

59th Ave Cicero is…

60th Stony Island…

61st Blackstone…

Midway is this….

and lastly…
Pulaski is this…

I bet there are Chicago ARMYs here…
All the places checks out… 
About this book… I have yet to read it… but yeah…
No idea why they chose these places honestly…. 

Might have chosen it for the transit name? Anyway…

They’re all legit tho….

anonymous asked:

YOUR ART IS SO AMAZING I am in love with your style and how well your colours work together? And your lines are so soft and beautiful ahhhhhhhhhhhh <3 <3 <3 if you're willing to do ships at all could I ask for a sugakookie? Anything you like xxx thank you so much for all your hard work!

I imagine Suga’s wallet being sad and empty after spoiling the kid


Art?! On my blog?!

Yeah sorry for not, like, drawing or uploading anything for like 12 years. I have no excuse. I was just playing video games the entire time. But one of those games was Breath of the Wild and as a Zelda fanartist that technically counts as research! Yeah!!!

I don’t have any confidence in my coloring skill so I usually compensate with detailed line art. As a way to force myself out of my comfort zone, I drew this. I think it came out ok.

Uno and Scotch Part 1

My lovely, talented, and gorgeous beta @saved-by-the-notepad convinced me to post part 1 of the casino!AU that I’ve been working on for over a year now so…*throws it at you and then runs away*

Steve didn’t mean to become friends with Tony; it just sort of happened. It seems like one day he was a faceless dealer at Extrema, the next he was getting drunk with a billionaire genius. He knows what caviar tastes like now (he doesn’t like it) and he’s seen the Strip skyline at night from 60 stories up in a penthouse (that he does like). Most importantly, he knows Tony and Tony was the one that he got drunk with when the days were rough.

They met through Tony’s complete disregard for professional attire on the floor. Steve walked into one of the staff rooms, fresh off the floor, late one night after most of the dealers were either out working or had gone home. Tony was sitting at a table, looking at a deck of Skip-Bo despondently. It’s not like Steve could recognize Tony instantly; this scruffy-haired, goateed man dressed in dark washed jeans and a worn AC/DC shirt looked nothing like the polished, playboy Tony Stark the media portrayed.

Steve thought the man looked vaguely familiar and just assumed he was a new dealer who had recently moved. With that, Steve glanced again at the Vaguely Familiar Sad Man. Due to his promotion, he and Bucky had just moved to Las Vegas in the last few weeks; maybe he and Sad Man could become work buddies.

Years later, he would freely admit that the tantalizing curve of the man’s neck and sparkle in his eyes was the main motivation that prompted Steve to offer to play a game of Skip-Bo with Sad Man instead of his determination to believe that his sole motivation was to make a new friend.

Soon they had played 4 games and were well on their way through a 5th, with Steve quickly learning that this man’s beatific smile made Steve’s heart beat dangerously quickly. Sad Man had introduced himself by this point as “Tony”, quirking his lips for some reason at Steve’s casual response. Steve had reciprocated with his own name, throwing off his casino mandated branded tie and unbuttoning his white button down. He couldn’t help but notice the way Tony’s eyes fixated on his collarbone and the little quiet, breathy noise that betrayed Tony’s thoughts.

Flirting with people he had just met was not ordinarily something Steve did, especially after Afghanistan and Bucky, and certainly not with men. But with Tony, he found himself saying things that could only be described as playful just to watch Tony’s mouth curve upwards in response. It was worth it to watch Tony’s dark eyes twinkle with mischief as he started to casually throw out innuendos that made Steve’s neck and ears turn red.

Tony had fixed Steve with a look of intent, pausing in the game, when a tall, blonde, female force of nature came sweeping through the door to the staff room yelling, “Tony! This is exactly what we talked about!”

Tony paled and jumped to his feet, assuming a nonchalant stance. “Carol! What a surprise.”

The woman, Carol, glared and crossed her arms, her biceps stretching the striped material of her blazer in a very intimidating way. “Just because you’re mad at me doesn’t mean you get to shake me off in order to…” she gave Steve a calculating look. “flirt.”

Steve’s heart was pounding; he had completely given the wrong impression. He knew that he had to be careful but it was just so easy with Tony.

“Can’t a man just spend time playing games?” Tony tried, widening his eyes in mock innocence.

“Not when he was supposed to be at a conference explaining this and not down here in his employee’s break room!” Carol shook the new promotion flyer for the gaming expo Tony Stark was hosting next week at Extrema.

Steve whipped his head around, pointing an accusing finger at Tony. “You’re Tony Stark!” Tony had the audacity to look amused.

“The pleasure’s all yours.” He leaned across the table and grasped Steve’s finger, shaking it like a typical handshake as Steve continued to gape. Steve tried to wrap his head around the fact that the scruffy man in front of him was not only his boss, but the richest and most well-known casino owner in the world, not to mention a mathematical genius. After mentally running through the past few hours, Steve realized that he maybe should not have flirted so much with a technical genius and panic began to form in the pit of his stomach. Tony frowned at the look on Steve’s face and snapped his fingers in front of him.

“Steve? Steeeeeve?”

“Stop harassing your employees with, god what is that? Skip-Bo? Dammit, Tony, I thought you had better taste than that.” Carol gave several purposeful tugs on the back of Tony’s shirt until he began to walk.

“He volunteered.” Tony grumbled, walking out of the room with Carol following close behind.

Their good-natured bickering faded away as the door closed behind them and Steve was left sitting in the break room, still half in his work uniform and staring at a half-finished game of Skip-Bo, wondering what the hell just happened.

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anonymous asked:

What do you think of Jewish! Pidge?

i think it’s awesome!!! especially because apparently bex taylor-klaus, pidge’s voice actress, is jewish too! so i think it’s cool how it can all connect :3c

you prolly won’t see any headcanons from me though, i’m not jewish and i don’t really know anyone who is so i’m completely out of my depth lol

Imagine Woozi wearing more sleeveless shirts and shorts to stay cool during the hot summer weather.

  • [Yuuri Katsuki, Victor Nikiforov and Yuri Plisetsky are watching a movie together. There is a knock at the door.]:
  • Victor: Yurio, do you mind getting the door? I think Yuuri is asleep and I don't want to disturb him.
  • Yurio: yeah, whatever. *leaves room to open door*
  • Otabek: *begins playing Christmas music.* shhh *holds up card that says "tell them it's carolers"*
  • Victor: who is it?
  • Yurio: carol singers.
  • Victor: oh. Okay.
  • Otabek: *flips card* it reads: with any luck, next year I'll be the Grand Prix champion.
  • *flips card*: you'll be 16
  • *flips card*: and maybe your dads will let you date
  • *flips card*: but for now, let me say
  • *flips card*: without any hopes or agenda
  • *flips card*: because it's Christmas
  • *flips card*: (and on Christmas you tell the truth)
  • *flips card*: to me, you are perfect
  • *flips card*: and I will love you
  • *flips card*: until we both retire
  • *flips card*: merry Christmas.
  • Yurio: *smiles*
  • Otabek: *begins to walk away.*
  • Yurio: wait! *runs after him*
  • Otabek: *stops*
  • Yurio: *kisses his cheek* by the way, we don't celebrate Christmas until after the new year.
  • Otabek: oh.
  • Yurio: also my dads are watching that movie right now so they totally know what's going on.
  • Otabek: right. My bad.
  • Yurio: why don't you come inside?

Norah: And so I became a nurse because I really love helping people.
Marielle: Yeah, yeah, but now tell me something awful about your job.
Norah: Okay well, I once worked in a geriatric psychiatric unit and there was this sweet old lady there who was a bit of a hoarder, you know? But we didn’t realize how much she was actually hoarding until she walked down the hall and some kleenex and a pen cap dropped to the floor from under her gown. So we called in the charge nurse and well, we ended up finding a peanut butter and jelly sandwich…you know, down there.
Marielle: Oh my God, I love this story.

The Wish Spell

Summary:  You use a spell to make a wish come true with unexpected results.

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Castiel, OFC Sal

Word Count: 5772

Warnings: smut, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, language, fluff, wee bit of angst, mention of past abuse

A/N:  This one is close to my heart.  I hope you like it and I’d love to hear your feedback.  MAJOR shout out to the wonderful, lovely and helpful @wheresthekillswitch for being my beta on this.  There’s no way I would have achieved what I wanted without your help.  And thank you to the fantastic @arryn-nyxx for the beautiful aesthetic!​ Thank you!


You didn’t mean for it to happen, not really.  You’d hoped sure, but that didn’t mean you were actually expecting it to work.  You’d been out with your friends celebrating the long weekend but the pit of loneliness grew to a crater the moment you were home.  Since you’d had a few too many beers you started researching wishes.  That led you to spells and then before you knew it you were rummaging through your house for a candle and printing out a picture.  You wrote your name, birthday and wish on the picture then you folded it three times.  You lit a candle and held the paper over it till it caught fire and burned out.  You were tired of being alone, but you were also terrified to make a connection.  After the flame went out you curled up into bed and you dreamt of him, but that wasn’t out of the ordinary; you dreamt of him often.

The next morning you wake up and as you stretch your arms out you bump into something.  You shoot up and look over and there he is sitting on your bed his green eyes looking back at you.  Dean Winchester.  He’s leaning back on his hands with his long legs out in front of him.  He’s wearing a flannel shirt and jeans and he even has his boots on.  You sit staring at him unable to think or to speak.  He purses his full lips then smirks at you.

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