here's hoping people never stop asking

fun fact! when you say jokes or laugh with someone, your heartbeats synchronise! and it happens even if you're not physically close to one another!!

source: Lackner, H.K. et al. (2019) 'Impact of humor-related communication elements in natural dyadic interactions on interpersonal physiological synchrony’, Psychophysiology, 56(4), p. e13320–n/a. doi:10.1111/psyp.13320

Roses decorating Casa Navàs (built 1901-1908) in Reus, Camp de Tarragona, Catalonia.

Photos by amiplim on Instagram.

The idea that all the kids at Hogwarts hate Mrs Norris is fake af like there would be at the very least a solid contingent of kids courting that cat, offering her treats, trying to play with her, gentle chasing like please kitty I just wanna pet you. People who like cats don’t like them because they’re like. Easygoing and friendly. That’s dog people propaganda. Cat people are prepared to put the hours in.

hello here is a snippet of the fic i am working on she's humming along!

Because I've recently had one of those "your experiences are not universal" moments, please humor me

If anyone wants clarity on the distribution of thunderstorm conditions

hey quick question. Does this graph imply that a good chunk of the US has two to four MONTHS worth of thunderstorms every year?

Because like, yeah, we've got a few times of year where we expect something on the neighborhood of one or two a week (or sometimes a week off and then three days straight), but I am having a hard time believing that we deal with thunderstorms for 1/6 or more of the year.

That is indeed what it's saying! If you're interested, there's tons of info. For example, Florida has several months of pretty much daily thunderstorms every summer.

And I mean, "Florida" is a big area, and not every thunderstorm is big, noticeable, or right over your head. Not every rainstorm is a hurricane. You (I presume) do not have radar detectors strapped to your head. But that's what the climatologists (who nobly bear the radar detectors for the rest of us, press f to pay respects) have found.

microfic may day 16 - squabble

Potter is a messy fuck. He’s also inescapable, a boiling sun at the centre of everything.

Draco turns over and Potter spits onto his hole. 

“I hate when you do that,” Draco admits, who knows how many days in. 

Potter’s silent. His thumb jerks heavy inside Draco’s body. Crooked, needy.

quilt by Chinami Terai

hi. non penetrative sex is often more intimate. more on this later

okay so.

there's intimacy in exploring ways to make each other feel good that don't fit within widespread frameworks of what the focus of sex is supposed to be (penetration.) there's intimacy in the precision of hands and tongues and teeth. there's intimacy in frotting, scissoring. these ones are kinda obvious.

but there's also intimacy in mutual masturbation. i know how to make myself feel good and you know to make yourself feel good. but we want to do it together. there's intimacy in sexting and phone sex. we're far away but we don't need to touch each other to love each other. there's intimacy in stone tops and stone bottoms. we know we don't have to do anything we aren't comfortable with to be intimate with each other. there's intimacy in roleplay. we trust each other enough to be someone else for a while and still want each other. there's intimacy in sadomasochism. i trust you to hurt me only as much as i want and you trust me to tell you how much i want to be hurt. there's intimacy in hard kink. we can explore these taboos together with minimal shame and fear.

if i trust you and you trust me then what exactly we're doing with our bodies becomes secondary at best. when we ignore what we're "supposed" to be doing, we can do what we want to do.

but as much as this post is about all of that, it's also about comptop. how intimate can penetrative sex really be if your lover is only topping because they're convinced they have to?

Mods? Take him to the stump of his favorite childhood tree.

Mods, make him busy during a friends planned trip so he misses out on the new inside joke.

Mods… change the smell of his parents house.

look boss, our quarterly "subjection to the brutalities of the Absurd" budget is almost blown already. can we not just shoot this one twice in the back of the head and call it a day?

Have you ever been to earth?

On earth, we use the word “burrito” to describe a tortilla filled with things you eat. Pretty simple stuff, and I’m surprised you at least got that part right. My burrito was, in fact, filled with food. In this, you and I agree and are friends. But this is also where my lifelong hatred begins for you and anyone else whose brain has been repeatedly scrubbed with the same mixture of bleach and Pop Rocks as yours has. Because that should have killed you, but left you around long enough to do what you did to me today. Let me explain:

You’re an idiot.

Let me further explain:

Burritos are eaten from one end to the other. So that means when you assemble a burrito with motherfucking ZONES of ingredients going that direction, you create a disgusting experience for the burrito’s end user. When you make a burrito, you should put the ingredients in layerslengthwise. That way, every bite has AT LEAST A FUCKING CHANCE of getting at least two types of ingredients, and there is little chance of becoming almost hopelessly trapped in a goddamned cilantro cavern.

Have you ever eaten one of the things you make all fucking day? You should try one. They are pretty good WHEN YOU ARE NOT WILLING YOURSELF THROUGH THE FUCKING EMPIRE OF SOUR CREAM ONLY TO END UP IN LETTUCE COUNTRY.

When you eat a burrito, you don’t stand it up and bite down on it lengthwise like a fucking Rancor. Humans can’t usually dislocate their jaws, and I’m not a fucking pelican. But you must think that’s how it’s done, since that would be THE ONLY FUCKING WAY to take a bite of your crapstrosity and have it taste like a burrito.

And guess what else, player? You probably can’t guess anything, because I’m pretty sure you’re just a mop with a hat on it that fell over and spilled some shit into a tortilla, but just in case, here’s what:

Humans also don’t eat burritos like fucking corn on the cob. Like a fucking typewriter from one end to the other a little at a time and then DING next line. But today I wish I had tried that. Because at least THEN I would be able to eat some rice, then beans, then be all like HEY BEANS I’LL BE RIGHT BACK JUST GOING OVER HERE TO THE GUACAMOLE FOR A SECOND.

Nope.

My experience was more like HEY BEANS IT’S JUST GOING TO BE YOU AND I FOR A MINUTE UNTIL I CAN FUCKING EXCAVATE THE RICE FROM BENEATH YOU BUT BY THEN YOU WILL BE A FADING MEMORY OH HEY I WAS WRONG I’M IN THE FUCKING CHEESEOSPHERE NOW RICE MUST BE NEXT I HOPE IT’S NOT ANOTHER FUCKING SALSA POCKET.

You built this thing like a fucking pack of LifeSavers.

And don’t even fucking think I’m about to open this shit up and re-engineer your nonsense 90 degrees. I ALREADY PUT A HOLE IN IT WITH MY FUCKING MOUTH. YEAH. THAT’S HOW I DISCOVERED YOU FUCKING SUCK AT LOOKING AT THINGS. I AM NOT GOING TO DO FUCKING TORTILLA ORIGAMI TO GET THIS SHIT BACK TOGETHER, ONLY TO END UP WITH A BURRITO THAT’S BEEN SHOT IN THE GUT AND IS BLEEDING YOUR INEPTITUDE.

What’s that? I should ask you to mix it up first next time? IS THIS JAMBA JUICE? I DON’T WANT TO DRINK MY FUCKING BURRITO THROUGH A BENDY STRAW, AND I DON’T WANT A PILE OF BURRITO SOUP IN A FLOUR CAN.

I just want a burrito.

In conclusion:

You’re the worst thing that has ever happened to the universe, you owe everyone everywhere an apology for this burritobomination, and I hope your babies look like monkeys.

UPDATE FOR EVERYONE WHO SAID “JUST EAT IT WITH A FORK”:

A fucking fork?

I DIDN’T ORDER THE FUCKING COBBURRITO SALAD.

If anyone ever handed me a burrito with a fork, THEY WOULD BE WEARING A BRAND NEW BURRITO HAT FROM MY FALL COLLECTION TEN SECONDS LATER.

That’s like buying a car and having them hand you a fucking wrench with the keys. Like YEAH WE KNOW THIS MOTHERFUCKER’S GOING TO EXPLODE AND BE SPREAD ACROSS EIGHT LANES AS SOON AS YOU HIT THE GAS, BUT SHIT, WE GAVE YOU A WRENCH, SO BE COOL.

Jesus already gave me two burrito forks. One at the end of each arm. They’re called fucking HANDS.

A fork. My god. I haven’t cried since I was six, but I’m fucking sobbing now.

People eat burritos with forks?

God is sorry he made us.

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here are a few gofundme links that still need a lot of help

If everyone who reblogs this post donates $5 (which I now know is the minimum you can donate on gofundme) to at least one of these, think about how fast we can help them all reach their respective goals

Since I made this post less than 24 hours ago we've collectively raised over $2000, and a lot of those donations were in the amount of $5-10. Keep sharing and keep donating. There is strength in numbers, and if those in power won't help we still have to do what we can. Small numbers add up. Thank you all for doing what you can. It does make a difference.

Today is Nakba Day.

Link for the art and post.

Today is Nakba commemoration day. Today 74 years ago, British and (now) Israeli troops invaded Palestine and massacred the residents of over 530 villages and towns and drove them out. On this day, please make the effort to inform yourself on the nature of this occupation, and settler-colonization.

Here is a list of cities and towns destroyed during the initial invasion and war that lasted 2 years.

Here is a list of cities and towns destroyed as a result of the continued occupation.

Here is a 5 episode documentary describing the process of colonization from as early as 1799 to the actual Nakba in 1948 and its immediate aftermath (be sure to click on the read more to see the episodes). A number of Israeli, British, and Arab historians explain the formulation and development of the project to colonize Palestine by Western powers, and Palestinian refugees recount their experiences living under this. Fair trigger warning, there is extreme violence described as well as footage of bombings and concentration camps.

The Nakba isn't over, it never ended. It just takes a different shape and form now, and Israeli and Western propaganda has allowed it to take an inexcusable form with complete international impunity. Speak out, tell your friends and family, share with those you know care, convince those on the fence about it. Don't let Western misinformation continue to propagate in your circles. Learn the truth and decolonize your mindset.

Please reblog.

76 years of ongoing Nakba

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“You need to stop moving so much.”

“It hurts,” Harry had moaned, felt the words reverberate on his tongue like a tuning fork, tasted them.

He said them mostly into the couch cushion - it was the one Draco insisted they get, gilded and shiny. Odd in the rest of the room. Without a shirt, the fabric scratched relentlessly at his belly, worse somehow when he lay still.

Harry couldn’t remember what it was this time - the monochromatic impression of a comet had been burned between his shoulder blades. Recently. Something from work, scorched and broad over his back. Draco straddled his legs, leaning forward, rubbing salve over the marks. And, that lemon scent. The moment smelled so cloying and bright Harry nearly had to close his eyes. Draco's hands moved very gently.

“It hurts because you’re moving,” Draco said, and Harry didn’t catch the dazed, soft tilt of his mouth for years.

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Humiliatingly simple stuff. Oddly enough it was the primarily forgettable moments that Harry clawed his way back to the shore of, again and again and again. 

Draco before work, taking an hour longer than necessary to do God knows what with his face, some whole routine for his hair. Finally relenting, he’d open the bathroom door from within a humid, heavenly-scented cloud. Easy, easy, he leaned his head against the wall, luminant and enthralled and enthralling. Slick half-smile. He didn’t even bother to get out of the way even though Harry had been standing there, fist walloping the door for three minutes solid.

“Sorry, did you knock?” 

He was disorientingly a morning person - Draco practically woke up mid-conversation. It was a difficult volume to adjust to, worse without. With his eyes still closed he’d be a quarter way into an argument he’d prepared for himself, judge jury and executioner regarding the status of Harry's relationship to the washing up.

A lot of it was tucked into the youngest age of the day; sun-drenched, horizontal, eucalyptus sheets and pell-mell hair. Draco’s word. 

He said higgledy-piggledy once, full seriousness, with a hand buried in the snarled black of Harry’s head. Harry made fun of him relentlessly. He was prissy about it at first, and a week later he laughed, and then the idiotic term sidled its way into both of their vocabularies, made a home. Harry said it sometimes without thinking - it’d slipped through his teeth walking into the whirlwind of Hermione’s office only a week ago.

He wondered if Draco still did, too.

for day 15 of @microficmay

More male characters who are interested in their mother's legacy. As a trope there's a lot of sons and daughters who follow in the father's footsteps and there's yes, girls who honor their mother, ect. But let's have more dudes who are like. Stumbling on their mom's secret fairy cottage or some shit. And they're like aight gotta make the tea