I reached a bit of a follower milestone recently, and I wanted to do something fun for you all because I’ve been getting so many messages asking for a cosplay for the past six months and I never really do anything XD You’ve all been making my Tumblr experience so much fun and I really appreciate you all, this is a great fandom (it’s also my only fandom but still!!)
I wanted to do a little thing, so here’s a smiley retro-ish Armand reading a Hulk comic.
april study challenge // 6/04/17 -How do you keep your work organized?
planning, planning, planning! if you plan step by step what you need to do to complete certain work its gonna be so much easier to just work on each step individually. but also in order to stay organized i think it’s important to figure out what’s the best way to take notes and what’s the best way to study for you. it takes time but just try different options (studyblrs are great source of tips and inspo!).
Compared to other hyenas, the spotted hyena shows a greater relative amount of frontal cortex which is involved in the mediation of social behavior. Studies strongly suggest convergent evolution in spotted hyena and primate intelligence. A study done by evolutionary anthropologists demonstrated that spotted hyenas outperform chimpanzees on cooperative problem-solving tests; captive pairs of spotted hyenas were challenged to tug two ropes in unison to earn a food reward, successfully cooperating and learning the maneuvers quickly without prior training. Experienced hyenas even helped inexperienced clan-mates to solve the problem. In contrast, chimps and other primates often require extensive training, and cooperation between individuals is not always as easy for them.
The intelligence of the spotted hyena was attested to by Dutch colonists in 19th-century South Africa, who noted that hyenas were exceedingly cunning and suspicious, particularly after successfully escaping from traps. Spotted hyenas seem to plan on hunting specific species in advance; hyenas have been observed to indulge in activities such as scent marking before setting off to hunt zebras, a behaviour which does not occur when they target other prey species. Also, spotted hyenas have been recorded to utilise deceptive behaviour, including giving alarm calls during feeding when no enemies are present, thus frightening off other hyenas and allowing them to temporarily eat in peace. Similarly, mothers will emit alarm calls in attempting to interrupt attacks on their cubs by other hyenas.
“I don’t know,” you yelled back, “but I really don’t like them.”
“Come on, Y/N, we’re losing him,” said John, grabbing your hand and forcing you to speed up and take longer strides before the jump over gaps between buildings.
“The Batman freak or Sherlock?” you muttered under your breath.
The three of you were following a slightly crushed trail of pastel m&ms. Across the roofs of London.
Some maniac fan of The Geek Inquirer had decided to rob a sweets shop of its Valentine’s Day display. Sherlock had muttered something about obscure comic book villains and candy puns before noticing a line of chocolates on the steps of the fire escape and taking off.
“Sherlock,” John yelled over the wind, “Isn’t this a bit…low caliber for you? Just tell Lestrade to look for an idiot in spandex!”
“No time, John, I think they’ve got a helicopter!” Sherlock yelled.
“A WHAT?” you yelled at him, but he didn’t answer. You weren’t exactly enjoying yourself.
You had never told the boys, but you were deathly afraid of heights. Before you’d met them there hadn’t been a whole lot of problems with this. It wasn’t as though you did a lot of jumping from roof to roof in your everyday life.
You were trying not to look down at the sidewalk, at the sheer straight drop to the gray streets below. It was easy to imagine one missed step and then a free fall, feeling horribly unrestrained and then– just color on the pavement. But it was hard NOT to look as well, because then you were afraid that you’d misjudge the distance.
Right now, you were just settling for holding onto John and pretty much guessing every leap. It wasn’t the most satisfactory solution in the world.
From up ahead, you heard Sherlock say, “Damn!” in a very unSherlock tone– angry and overly frustrated.
You and John stopped in your tracks, about three buildings over from him, to watch in disbelief as a helicopter settled over a building maybe a quarter mile away and let down a ladder. Someone wearing quite a lot of pink and blue latched onto it, and the helicopter began to fly away.
“Unbelievable,” muttered John, looking partially amused and partially exasperated. “Alright, Y/N, home it is, I suppose. Did you want to play Cluedo?”
He was already heading towards the fire escape, but you grabbed his arm.
“John…wait. Look at Sherlock.”
John turned back and looked across the rooftops with you.
Sherlock was pacing at the edge of his building, sort of but not quite looking over the edge in a way that was all too familiar.
John sighed. “ ‘Damn,’ indeed. Come on, let’s go get him. Prat,” he added; fondly, you thought.
He jumped the first gap without you, so you had to leap by yourself. “John!” you called. “Is Sherlock…” You lowered your voice to a whisper as you neared him again.
“Is Sherlock afraid of heights?”
You made the next jump together. John let out a long suffering sigh. “I’m sworn to secrecy.”
“I had…no idea,” you said, feeling somehow humbled and comforted at the same time. If the great Sherlock Holmes was acrophobic, then…well, it was a whole lot less embarrassing for you.
“Yeah, well. It’s not the kind of thing he likes out in the open.”
The two of you made the last jump. Sherlock was closer to the middle now, standing almost perfectly still, gaze directed upwards. Both you and John went quiet. You could see Sherlock’s hands shaking, although they were partially obscured by his sleeves.
“Sherlock?” you said softly.
He seemed torn between running to you, hiding himself, and never moving again. You looked at him, standing there, helpless, and a sudden urge to help came over you, calming your own butterflies. You ran to him.
“…Sherlock? Hey, it’s just me. It’s Y/N. You okay?” You cringed at the stupidity of the question, but Sherlock didn’t seem to be in a position to correct you. He looked down at you, powder blue eyes glassy and terrified.
“I’m…alright, Y/N. I just…I…” he broke off, took a long, shaky breath that quickly turned into a short exhale that sounded like the beginning of a panic attack.
“Whoa, calm down, breathe,” you said, and reached for his hand almost instinctively. His long fingers tightened around yours immediately.
“It’s…” he swallowed, with difficulty. You looked up at John for guidance, but he only stepped a bit closer and mouthed “you’re doing really good”. You smothered your sigh.
“It’s…nothing…” he said, through gritted teeth. “I’m fine, Y/N.”
You let the sigh escape in exasperation. “Sherlock, don’t be so stupid. Come here. We’re going.”
Sherlock stiffened as you started to lead him over to the nearest fire escape.
“You’re not fine, look at you,” you murmured, worried.
“Y/N, I assure you…” but you had gotten a little too close to the edge for his tastes, and his eyes slammed shut while the words stopped coming. You glanced at John. He looked as frustrated as you felt, but when he noticed your look, he only gave you an encouraging “go on” kind of expression.
Sherlock was beginning to hyperventilate again, and you really didn’t want him to have a panic attack on the roof. You let go of his hand for a moment and stood squarely in front of him.
“Sherlock. Clearly you have a fear of heights.”
“Well, YES, but I’ll never admit it,” he snapped, ignoring the irony of the statement.
“Alright, here’s what I want you to do. Breathe with me, okay?”
“I AM breathing,” Sherlock growled.
“You know what I mean. Deep breaths. You need to calm down.” You put your arms around him and stilled his shaking. You felt as though you could take all his anxiety into yourself, so he wouldn’t have to carry it. “Breathe. You’re okay. You’re doing great.”
Eventually his breathing calmed down, and between you and John, you got him to climb onto the fire escape, and then to walk home.
Sherlock was unusually subdued on the walk back.
“Hey…Sherlock…” you said, wanting to make things right but not exactly sure where to start. John muttered something about calling Lestrade and hung back a few feet behind you. Sherlock gave you a noncommittal grunt.
You put a hand on his shoulder. “It’s…it’s not anything to be embarrassed about. Can I tell you a secret?”
Sherlock eyed you suspiciously. “What secret could you have that I haven’t deduced yet?” Still miffed. Well, that was understandable. You stood on your tiptoes to reach his head, then motioned at him to lean his head towards you. He did so, begrudgingly.
“I’m afraid of heights too,” you whispered. You pulled away and Sherlock just looked at you, faintly puzzled.
“I doubt you noticed, in the heat of everything.” You smiled at him, then gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “Does it only happen when you don’t have anything to focus on?”
“…yes,” he finally said, quite softly.
“Lucky,” you told him. “Want to play Cluedo when we get back?”
Probably doesn’t seem related to light to others, but goddam I was practically going blind it was so bright that day. And I got this copy for free, thank god, cause pretty sure it took some damage taking this photo with 2 dogs trying to play fetch
april study challenge / 14/04/17 -
Who’s the best teacher/professor you’ve ever had, and why were they the best?
that’s a hard question, ive had many good teachers and professors but noone like whoa amazing people who changed my life. i really like people who just don’t think of students as robots and who are passionate about their subject, it makes it so much easier to study too! im so glad majority of the tutors in my uni are the nicest people, its not that common i’ve heard ;)
april study challenge / 17/04/17 - What are some of your favourite studyblrs?
As this is my secondary blog and most studyblrs post a lot i dont follow too many of them. i usually just visit blogs of people i see in my activity and i think it gives me better chance to see/reblog more bloggers, including smaller ones. but some of the studyblr i follow are: