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baddywronglegs

"There's no such thing as a fish because you can't define it phylogenetically without also including things that aren't fish"

Man I have bad news for you about lizards. And reptiles in general. And wasps, but I guess that depends on your opinion on wasps. And I don't think you're ready for trees.

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iamreallytryingiswear

I'm defineiely not prepared for trees but if you want an excuse to make tumblr suffer i will be the sacrifice

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baddywronglegs

Trees aren't a phylum or an order or anything like that, being a tree is just a thing some plants do

It's been described as a biological strategy - you want light, an efficient way to do that is put all the bits of you that want light (that is, leaves) high up so they're not in the shadow of other things, spread out both to cover a wide area and so they're not in their own shade, because that would be a waste of leaf

So the same shape of doing this has evolved independently dozens of times - crabs have nothing on trees. But this also leads to disagreement as to what a tree even is

For example, is a palm a tree? They don't have branches, but they do have a canopy - what about how a lot of conifers don't have a canopy? Just a cone of green that comes down to the ground! If that's a tree, what's the difference between a tree and a bush?

But we can agree they're centred around a single woody trunk right, so there's a starting point - except no, in comes the quaking aspen, which is one huge organism below the surface that shoots up trunks wherever the hell it feels like it, each of which is by any casual observer's reckoning obviously a tree.

The last thing we want to do is answer any of these questions, because that's how we end up with the whole berry situation, where a tomato is a berry but a strawberry is a "fleshy receptacle"

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roach-works

this is exactly why it was perfectly reasonable for whales to be fish for centuries. a fish is a bodyplan that lots of water animals have, i.e longish and smooth with fins, as well as an occupation, i.e being in the water nearly all of the time.

they also all have pretty much the same function which is that if you get them out of the water you can eat them, and if they get you into the water they can eat you.

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writerxwren

So idk what this is, but I'm working on snippets for an AU fic and got bodyslammed with the urgent need to write an angsty/desperate Lukemara kiss scene (as one does). It's inspired by the bit in The Last Command when Mara asks Luke to kill her before C'baoth gets into her head, but incorporating the fact that she thinks she can't resist Palpatine's voice either. Apparently they can't help arguing even while in the middle of a dramatic makeout session. Go figure (CW: Strong language because Mara swears like a proverbial sailor)

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She grabbed at his collar, sighing into his mouth as he parted his lips beneath hers. She could taste his tears on her tongue. His fingers wound into her hair, pushing it back until they trailed down to her neck. She pressed herself into his body, wanting to feel the heat of his skin on hers. Her hands fell to his chest. Luke lowered his arms and wrapped them around her waist, holding her tightly. Mara broke for air but didn’t pull away, instead leaning her forehead against his. His nose brushed hers as he tilted his head and let his lips skate across her cheek. It was only then that she realized she was crying too. He kissed the trail of her tears - first down one cheek and then the other. The gesture was so unexpectedly gentle that it only made the tears flow harder, and soon she was sobbing, her body trembling in his arms. Luke was undeterred. He peppered her with kisses from her jaw to her temple to eyelids to her forehead, and then down the bridge of her nose, pausing only briefly before pressing his mouth back to hers. His tongue swept between her lips and she ached to taste him again, but she couldn’t seem to stop shaking. He pulled away and lifted a hand to cup the side of her face. ”It’s going to be okay,” he whispered, his lips hovering over hers. ”No, it’s not,” she choked, clutching at his collar once more. “I can’t control it, Skywalker. I can’t.” ”Yes, you can,” he said, gripping her face with both hands now. He kissed her again, more firmly this time. Mara whimpered, another sob working its way up her throat. “No, I can’t,” she insisted after he’d broken contact. “You have to kill me.” Luke’s jaw clenched. “I’m not going to and you know that.” ”Well you should!” she cried, pounding her fists against his chest. “I’m not letting you sacrifice yourself and everyone else you care about on the off chance that you might be able to fix this!” ”We will be able to fix this.” ”We already tried! And guess what? It didn’t fucking work.” Luke didn’t try to argue. Instead he crashed his lips into hers, this kiss fierce and hot and angry. Mara groaned and pulled his head down towards her. The force of Luke’s fury should have scared her, but it was so intoxicating she couldn’t bring herself to care. She was so sick of being scared. If his rage was the last piece of him she could cling to before all hell broke loose in her mind, then she wasn’t going to pass on the chance. His chest was heaving by the time they broke apart. “I’m not giving up on you, Mara,” he growled, his anger still broiling just beyond the reach of her own consciousness. “I won’t.” ”You’re naive, Skywalker,” she hissed, her mouth still lingering on his. “One day you’re going to have to accept the fact that you just can’t save everybody.”

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Filthy Friday Masquerading as Sunday Six (because it’s still technically Sunday)

From the Alpha!Mara/Omega Luke fic

“Ah, yes,” Luke drawled in a tone that he’d obviously picked up from Solo, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “It would be an absolute trial to watch the most gorgeous Alpha I’ve ever seen get herself off on more than just my cock.” Catching her hand, he pressed her palm to his stiffening erection.

Mara scowled and curled her fingers around his length in a squeeze. “It’s a perfectly reasonable concern,” she argued. “Just because you don’t care —”

“Those imperial dohotkus you were raised around are not representative of the rest of the galaxy,” Luke insisted. Lacing his fingers through hers, he turned the squeeze into a stroke firm enough to make him moan. Carrying through, he slid their linked hands all the way off his cock, then rolled away from her out of bed. “Where are your toys?”

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WIP Wednesday

“You don’t want to tell them anything until you get your answers.” Mara pressed a palm against the frame of the bed as she rounded it, the crack in her shields re-sealing.

Bacta had healed her wounds, but Luke knew from experience that being immobilized in a tank wasn’t kind to nerve-damaged muscles. “I don’t want to tell them anything until we get our stories straight,” he corrected, watching her root around in the carryall the medic had left for her and withdraw a small jar. “Is that your salve?”

“Yes.” She twisted the lid off. “You would lie to your superiors?”

“Let me do it.” He held out his hand. When she hesitated, wary, he wheedled, “please, Alpha?”

Her lips twisted in disapproval but she handed it over. Turning her back to him, she lifted her top, the fabric bunching around her ribs to bare her lower back.

Luke dipped his fingers into the creamy purple lotion. It was cool and had a bright, sharp smell that made him think his fingers would be tingling if he hadn’t used his prosthetic hand. Dabbing it onto her skin, he worked it in slowly with his thumb, the rest of his fingers curling against her ribs.

Mara’s breath caught and one hand dropped to brace against the bed. Adjusting his hold on the jar, Luke caught the hem of her shirt with two fingers of the same hand and tugged in up further out of the way as he continued to work the cream into her thirsty skin. It felt good to tend to her like this, to reciprocate the care she had shown him on Myrkr and Wayland. Her obvious unfamiliarity with being on the receiving end of such attention made the moment feel unexpectedly weighted, as if he were uncovering another piece of her that belonged to him alone.

Luke quickly picked up the conversation again, as much to distract himself from such thoughts as to set her ease.

“As far as lying to my superiors,” he said, affecting a blithe tone to cover a mess of old and complicated feelings on the subject, “the Rogues and I discovered years ago that there are things the Intelligence service needs to know and things they don’t. In this case, they need to know that I’m an Omega, but who I spend my heats with is my business. They have a right to know when I formally take on a new student of the Force, or if I find a Force-sensitive who presents a threat to the NR. Since you’re neither of those, the the only things they need to know about you right now is that you work for Karrde, who is now officially an ally of the New Republic, and that you’ve saved my life. Twice.”

“They won’t forgive you,” she said quietly, her fingers curling into the sheets, fisting them hard as he dipped his thumb beneath the waistband of her pants and worked another dollop of salve into the skin of her sacrum. “If they find out you had an Emperor’s Hand and didn’t turn me over for interrogation.”

“If they ever crucify me for the secrets I keep, it won’t be over you,” Luke said grimly. “

#mara jade#luke skywalker#luke x mara#wip wednesday#luke/mara
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writing patterns (tag game)

I was tagged by the lovely @virusq in the game to list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics, and see if there's a pattern.

I'm a little afraid to look, but here goes!

  1. Luke had been bound countless times since he’d left Tatooine as a young man. (Bound)
  2. Fog roiled along the blue-black dirt at his feet, cool and thick. (Vanguard)
  3. The final lock gave with a harsh click. (SAPGR)
  4. Luke tracked right around the giant, multi-tiered fountain that dominated the center of the skyhook’s botanical garden. (Baatir)
  5. Turquoise beads glittered at Mara’s wrists, waist, and shoulders as she turned, extending her hand and a polite smile to the Rodian Karrde was clearly introducing her to. (Proclivities)
  6. Luke was waiting for her when Arihnda stepped inside Thawn’s quarters. (Appetizers)
  7. The burning itch underneath Luke’s skin noticeably intensified. (Redamancy)
  8. The transfer office was tucked into a small storefront at the mouth of an unremarkable side corridor that branched off the Kanner Outpost's main thoroughfare. (Nal Hutta)
  9. The concealed panel in the ‘fresher wall opened with the light press of a finger. (Selcouth)
  10. Luke tugged at his uniform jacket and double-checked the number on the tiny ID plate beside the door. (Acrasia)

Welp, I'm nothing if not a creature of habit. Everything either starts with what Luke is doing or scene setting, usually linked to a specific starting object. I should probably branch out, but I'm sure I won't. Tagging anyone who hasn't been tagged yet who would like to play!

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