Why are there still so many people who believe that cheetahs are the fastest animals alive when it's clearly peregrine falcons?
Listen, it’s all in how you’re going to split hairs or various other integuments on this one. Without any qualifiers, peregrine falcons are the fastest animal. However, they hit their record speeds of 320km/hr+ in free-fall - so, once you start getting into “fastest animal moving under it’s own power”, things get messy. When it comes to powered flight, peregrines only hit about 65-90km/hr.
So let’s get into some qualifiers. Fastest self-powered movement? Nope; Brazilian free-tailed bats noodle around at a casual 160km/hr - and, as you may notice, this also means cheetahs aren’t even the fastest mammal. It’s only once we rule out everything that isn’t a terrestrial mammal that cheetahs finally take the crown. You tried, cheetahs.
You have two humans, two individuals, who are going through a ritual. They are sitting at a table. They’re absolutely silent. They’re making no eye contact, and they do nothing more physically taxing than every now and then, one of them picks up their hand and moves a little piece of wood on the table. And if these happen to be the right two individuals in the middle of a chess grandmaster tournament, these people are maintaining blood pressure for six hours running that you only see in a marathon runner. These people are going through thousands of calories a day doing nothing more than thinking. (x)
That’s a good question. I believe the answer is YES and I will tell you why I think that is true.
But I did search online for reliable scientific articles but didn’t find any! So, if you find one let me know
Measure it yourself!
You can actually take a tape and measure your height when you are standing and when you lying down.
And you WILL find that you are shorter by a few centimeters when you are standing.
Why ? ——–> Gravity
The reason why this supposedly happens is because the fluid in your spine compresses due to the pull of gravity. And as a result you become shorter by a few centimeters.
But when you are lying down, your spinal fluid remains in an ‘uncompressed’ state and hence the perception of feeling ‘taller’.
Taller in the morning, shorter in the evening
When we get up from bed in the morning the cartilages in our knees and other areas are in a ‘decompressed’ state. And as the day wears on, these cartilages are compressed under the influence of gravity, making us shorter.
Because as much as I adore the love square, there are lots of other miraculous ships that deserve more au goodness <3
Greaser and Pink Lady au
friends with benefits except the benefits are weekly cuddling sessions au
college roommates au
requires LOTS of mutual pining
handcuffed together after a prank gone wrong au
“I’m going to hunt down and slaughter whoever keeps leaving their sweaty towel draped across my favorite treadmi- oh no they’re hot” au
forced to take ballet lessons to increase their athletic prowess au
“I dont understand half of the words you said but I think you just asked me out???” au
kissing practice/ making out for the sake of science au
“I just watched you ingest a borderline lethal amount of caffeine so im going to babysit you to make sure you dont die” au
Bonus ot3 (Kim/Alix/Max):
paired up to do a semester-long project together au
evil mastermind and his two (bickering) superhero nemesises au
“oh would you look at that, the bottle landed in between you two. guess I’ll just have to spend seven minutes in heaven with you both” au
we both sit at the same desk in chemistry class and leave each other anonymous notes tucked inside au
musician and muse (not-so) au
tattooist and flower shop owner au
Princess and the Frog au
bonus points if Chloe is the frog
met while on vacation au
SUGAR DATING AU
Chloe/Marinette (most could work for Chloe/Alya too):
personal shopper (Marinette) or publicist (Alya) and the client from hell au
“every year we get sent to the same summer camp and we’re always camp rivals except wow puberty really hit you hard since last year wtf??!?!?” au
rival radio hosts whom everyone in Paris ships au
Ladynino and Alya Noir au
“the optometrist accidentally switched our prescriptions so now I have to hunt you down while basically blind” au
underpaid fabric store clerk only keeps her job because of the cute seamstress who comes in every day and overworked seamstress only visits the fabric store every day to see the gorgeous store clerk au
fan fic writer and fan artist who everyone in the fandom ships au
“hey so I hear our college grants more financial aid to married people… wanna elope?” au
deaf!Adrien and musician!Nino au
basically blind spots au but gayer
(NSFW) “Accidentally sent a dick pic to the wrong number but got an even better one back” au
rich kids playing pranks at society functions au (Alya’s mom is a world-renowned chef dont tell me this isn’t plausible)
“we’ve been yelling at each via reddit thread for weeks now and at this point I’ve kinnda forgotten what we were even fighting about wanna go grab coffee?” au
pen pals from childhood au
“Our families own rival businesses and technically we cant be friends but we still secretly trade macaroons for couscous on the DL” au
I've just noticed that Jimin's jeans are always either too big at the waist, or the waistline is getting tugged halfway down his butt by the sheer strength of his ass. Thoughts on this incredible phenomenon?👀
As a professional asstrophysicist, I can state
with 1013% confidence that the Jibooty is not only expanding but has its
own gravitational pull.
Fig.1. The Ass in action.
Additional fun fact:
It also has two very thirsty satellites - Jeon and V - orbiting around
it at all times, always ready to Hit That Ass from any angle.
For anyone who has parents who say that being gay isn’t natural or that biology always involves heterosexuality: I do research on a yeast that causes meningitis and one of the key things about is that it has the option to mate with the same-sex yeast and same-sex mating offers greater genetic variation and more often than not, ensures a longer lifespan.
A/N: This is my really late submission for @percussiongirl2017 ‘s birthday challenge! Hopefully it was worth the wait. I had the prompt, “You can’t tell me how to live my life. You’re not my mother.” & my song is “Hey Jude” – The Beatles. The pairing is Dean x Sister!Reader however there is some Sam in there as well. The reader is the oldest sibling.
Dean x Sister!Reader Sam x Sister!Reader
“Take care of Sam and Dean.”
That was your motto. You were eight years old when your mother died in the fire that turned your life upside down. You could remember the heat, the fear you felt, and how you had never gripped Dean’s hand or held onto Sammy so tightly then you did that night when you brought them out of the burning house.
Ever since then your father gave you one task, to take care of Sam and Dean. It wasn’t something that was foreign to you; it was something that you had loved helping your mother do. She had always lovingly referred to you as the mini mama because you enjoyed it so much.
genre: part one in a drabble series called ‘limerence’ about boyfriend!zach
about: not only did you literally stumble into zach, but into his heart as well.
Your first day at a brand new school couldn’t be going better. You had single-handedly managed to rip your brand new silk dress, lose your class schedule, and make 0 friends in a span of less than 4 hours.
“What kind of shit is this?” You thought to yourself as you searched the sea of students in the crowded hall for a friendly face, finding none. You needed to ask someone to show you where the science hall was and help you open your locker, but no one seemed to want to give you the time of day.
There was a tedious familiarity of standing alone in a crowded space, watching people pass you by and feeling like you were merely an object strategically placed to display teenage normalcy.
The end of lunch was fast approaching and standing feeling sorry for yourself was getting old. With newfound determination you bobby pinned the strap of your dress back on, put the loose tendrils of your hair behind your ear, and murmured a soft, “you got this, kid,” under your breath.
You had spotted a girl dressed in a vivid daffodil colored sundress and you made a beeline straight towards her. Consumed by your sudden sense of purpose and thoughts of how she looked like a beacon of light in the cold murky waters that was the student body, you hadn’t noticed a certain tall basketball player was about to cross your path.
With a small gasp of surprise you butted straight into his side, swaying backwards and tripping over your feet. A small groan of defeat left your lips as a small ache developed on the bridge of your nose.
“Hey are you okay?”
His voice was like deep, rich, smooth chocolate and laced with such genuine concern that it almost seemed to quell the dull twinge of pain on your face. Wanting to see if such an alluring voice had an equally alluring face you looked up and damn it did.
You could feel your eyes involuntarily widening and the once leisure pace of your beating heart turn rapid. You swept over the gorgeous expanse of his face, committing the slope of his nose and the smooth flesh of his pout to memory in case you never had another chance to be at such close proximity to him.
“Not trying to be rude, but i’m pretty sure we lost this staring contest a long time ago.” His words brought you back to reality and an uncontrollable blush coated your cheeks, you were sure he could feel the burning heat of them.
“Actually you lost, i’ve been staring for how long?” Is all you could muster, trying to mask your embarrassment with humor. The beautiful stranger let out a small chuckle, a sound so lovely it brought a smile to your face.
“So long I think you broke a record just now,” he responds playing along. “The dudes from guinness world records should be here any minute now.”
You pretend to look around the halls in search for them. “Good. They’re not here yet, I still have time to prepare my acceptance speech.” You both laugh at your comment and you can’t help the bubbling giddiness you feel from the silly exchange of words with him. “You’re funny, whats your name?”
“Nice. I’m Zach.” You had never thought a name could be this hot until now. Wanting to prolong your time with him, get your stupid locker open, and get to at least one class without being late you asked, “Well Zach, besides helping me break world records would you mind helping me with the glorious task of opening my locker and taking me to the science hall? You will be rewarded generously.”
His coffee brown eyes look off into the distance, pretending to ponder over your offer. “Lead the way.”
Your lips turn up in a content smile, walking over to your locker with a spring in your step. “My combination is 0-8-24.”
You watch as his lithe fingers spin over the lock, opening it on the first time with a satisfying click. “There you go.”
You try not to gape at how quickly and simply he opened it, you had stood there before for a good 10 minutes without any luck. “I swear I know how to open lockers, this one just didn’t like me.”
He smiles amused at how adorably your eyebrows furrowed, expressing your distaste at the rusty blue locker. “Well now that this is opened, whats my reward?”
He takes a flirtatious tone, insinuating that he has a certain something in mind.
“Well that depends, what do you want?” Your words come out breathy as he steps closer to you. He laughs lightly at the sudden change in your tone, the once ringing voice now soft-spoken.
“A date,” he responds in an indifferent tone that is more suited to say just buying some stuff or gonna go out for a walk. You raise your eyebrow at his request, faking your cool composure.
“Take me to the science hall and submit a one page essay about why I should and I might just consider it.”
hello! this is the first time i’ve ever put one of my works out there and i’d really appreciate any feedback anyone has :-)
In which Harry is a poetic frat boy who just so happens to be the TA for your new English class.
Author’s note: This is gonna be a multi-part fic!! I’m really excited for it and would love any and all feedback. I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Xo
You aren’t a newbie, but your frazzled appearance might portray you that way.
Autumn air nips at your cheeks as you rush around the corner and continue along the edge of the sidewalk. Your feet carry you around other students who aren’t as pressed for time. They give you amused side-glances as you hustle into the entrance of the closest brick building.
This was supposed to be your semester, the one where you get to class early and rewrite your notes by hand and get straight As. But one-too-many snoozed alarms later and your first day of classes has become your worst nightmare.
You take the stairs two at a time, and are rushing through the doorway to the second floor when you slam full force into a particularly solid shoulder. You’re knocked off balance and a flurry of papers careen through the air to scatter the floor around you.
People ask me this frequently, “How can you love science and want to be a doctor and also believe in magic and practice witchcraft?”
The two are not mutually separated. Energy is neither created nor destroyed. I believe when I cast my spells or put forth my own energy it does not just evaporate into thin air but manifests into other things. You can be spiritual and a person of science all the same.
Prompt: Harry wants a shot at a normal life so he attends Northeastern University, but it’s harder than he thinks. The friends he made just want fame, and the other hardly look at him. But then he meets her, Y/N, and she wants nothing to do with the a-list celebrity.
Cole and Dylan Sprouse did it, Emma Watson, Amy Pohler, they
all went to college, and Harry wanted to as well. He wanted the experience of
something normal for once, he wanted to be able to say he graduated, he wanted
his family to come to a graduation. When the news broke out everyone went crazy
trying to figure out where he was going, and Harry got accepted everywhere. But
he wanted to succeed he wanted to go to a school he knew was right from him,
which was far from Harvard, but it also wasn’t community college. He wanted a
roommate, he wanted to live in a dorm, attend the dreadful eight ams, and have
RA’s. So he picked Northeastern University, still the top best, but no Harvard.
Harry was thankful for his roommate, Nick. Nick didn’t care
at all about who Harry was. Nick spent most of his time in the library or in
the room studying, he hardly spoke to Harry. Nick had a plan, two years at
Northeastern and then Harvard. Nick made it clear that he didn’t want parties
or girls coming in and out every night and Harry promised he would be as normal
as possible, but Nick just scoffed.
It wasn’t easy for Harry and he wondered how everyone else
did it. Students watched him, took pictures, videos, whispered, they just kept
following him around, and Harry hated it. He found it difficult to make
friends, the ones he did make wanted fame, and the other kept away. He couldn’t
seem to find someone who wanted to actually sit and talk with him.
Nick had been holding a study group in their room so Harry
grabbed his bag and made his way to the library. It was quiet and as soon as he
walked in he saw a couple phones point his way. He huffed and made his way to
the back where there were small cubicles. He pulled a chair back and pulled out
his laptop. Texts from Jeff and Nick quickly popped up.
Nick: How’s the college life, join a frat yet?
Jeff: Do you miss the studio yet?
Nick: I love you but this is just insane why are you doing
Why is it extremely difficult to forget the negative things that happened to us in the past, but yet we don't tend to focus on the positive aspects that happened to us recently? Isn't it a mechanism that was built inside of us? I'm curious.
I remember reading our brain has a negativity bias, which means it reacts more strongly to stimuli it deems negative and we consequently have stronger memories of dangerous or traumatising events. From what I understand, it evolved as a protective mechanism for early humans. When we were hunter-gatherers, our survival depended on being able to avoid danger so we developed this bias to be aware when we encounter a potentially threatening situation, and thus respond to it.
Do you know if we've seen the 'Louis fond nose scrunch' in any of Harry's solo interviews? Asking for science. xx
Now that you mention it…
I think the closest we’ve gotten is this
I’m shakin my damn head because this simply will not do. I mean, we’ve had his talking about Liam face
But no one except that rude ass radio host has mentioned Louis. Ugh. Every time I think about that interview I’m like
Well that and
Because sometimes I seriously can’t believe that happened. I can believe that someone was that rude and gross but I have for a very long time harboured the theory that based on the things that they have said and done that Louis and Harry had some kind of agreement to never verbally deny their relationship. Every denial has come either from Louis’ twitter or from a print interview with one of the other boys. It seemed logical to me given that aside from
After which Harry had to be consoled by Niall
There has never been a, “It’s funny because people think that because we’re really good friends that we’re dating, but actually we just lived together and we’re both very happy with our girlfriends” said out loud.
So when someone said to Harry, “The fans are convinced that ‘Sweet Creature’is about your relationship with Louis Tomlinson,” he was given the perfect opportunity to say, “Actually we’re not in a relationship,” but instead we basically got
Him literally screaming, “NO!” when asked if it was about Taylor Swift.
Harry flat out spent about a minute not directly answering whether or not “Sweet Creature” was about Louis and took less than a second to completely deny that it was about Taylor Swift, despite his previous insistence that the songs were completely up to interpretation. I guess they’re up for interpretation as long as you’re interpreting it as definitely being about Louis. Which is probably why his management was like
And did a complete 180 from this
To their Tessperado stunt that exactly no one believed so they had to contrive some one night stand origin story for “Carolina” that could only be described at Dan Wattpad’s laziest creation.
As uncomfortable as that radio interview was to listen to, I think the aftermath proves how massively Harry blew it for the sake of not outright denying that he in in love with Louis William Tomlinson.
When asked why people think “Sweet Creature”is about Louis, Harry might as well have been like
So the fact that Harry can talk about literally every other member of the band except Louis without completely losing his shit is pretty testament to what I’ve thought all along. And the fact that he can openly discuss every other band member’s solo projects except “Just Hold On” is like
So the reason we have not seen Harry’s Fondlinson face is because he is probably under distinct instructions not to talk about Louis.