PLEASE tell us how vegetables are a social construct

bemusedlybespectacled:

so a long time ago humans were trying to figure out edible plant matter, right

and because they didn’t have fucking microscopes or anything they were like “okay we have to divide them in some way that is easy for us to figure out”

so they COULD have divided them up by like, color or some shit

like all the red things are called noogles and all the orange ones are called fuckips and all the yellow ones are called snarglebutts or whatever

but they didn’t

they divided them by taste, which makes sense if you’re trying to sort edible plant matter, the whole point is eating them so why not sort them by the most likely reason you need to know the difference between them

so all the sweet tasting things are called fruits and all the not sweet tasting things are called vegetables

except like other than that there’s no rhyme or reason to it at all??

like potatoes are roots and broccoli is a flower and pumpkins are fruits and celery are stalks

but we’re putting them together because they don’t taste sweet

and lemons are juicy and wet but not sweet but they’re fruit for some reason but tomatoes aren’t even though they’re also juicy but not sweet and carrots aren’t even though carrots can be sweet

meanwhile apples are genetically more closely related to fucking roses than they are to shit like blueberries but because they both taste good in pie we put apples and blueberries in the same group and roses are a different thing 

like, there’s a good reason why we sort plants this way, and that reason is “it’s easier to make food if you know vaguely what it tastes like beforehand,” and sorting plants by genetic family also makes sense if your reasoning is “i want to know what plants are related,” but they’re both sorting groups that humans made up and we could just as easily sort by color or shape if we decided that was an important thing we needed to know and that’s why it’s a social construct

Hugs for EVERYONE*

morgynleri:

*hugs you all* Because today is a day for hugs, and I’m going to run out of spoons if I go putting hugs in everyone’s ask box.

Feel free to reblog this to give a hug to every one of your followers.

*who is comfortable with being hugged. If you do not like hugs or are uncomfortable with physical contact, or even just prefer not a hug from someone not a mutual friend, cookies or other snacks suitable for your dietary needs and restrictions.

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

vo-kopen:

lunaticobscurity:

lunaticobscurity:

it’s time to face facts: charles xavier’s liberalism does nothing for the mutant cause.

if you didn’t know about their powers, charles xavier and erik lehnsherr would look like a pair of distinguished elder gentlemen. the difference between the two is that for as long as he’s been in the public eye, erik lehnsherr has always explicitly identified himself as the mutant magneto, while for years, professor xavier put on the facade of being a “normal” flatscan scientist.

but it doesn’t end there: as leader of the brotherhood, magneto never required his allies to wear masks or hide who they were. meanwhile, professor x almost always appears in public with only the most attractive (by conventional flatscan standards) of his students. he even goes as far as providing holographic image inducers for his less “palatable” students.

what all this tells us is that charles xavier only cares about you if your powers and appearance wouldn’t cause a stir at the country club, while magneto fights for the rights of all mutants

now, more than ever: magneto was right

@thefingerfuckingfemalefury

If I was a mutant in the Marvel universe, I sure as hell wouldn’t want anything to do with Charles Xavier or his nonsense

Given that his true power seems to be being the personification of every neo-liberal stereotype on earth

Garashir prompt: first time (can be morning after, a fade to black, explicit, whatever you prefer)

lacefedora:

Oh hello there. I think I can manage that. Thanks for the prompt. perhaps I will go for ‘morning after’ or perhaps it’s just ‘basking in the afterglow’

takes place on the Defiant during the months that the crew was forced to abandon DS9 to the Dominion.

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“You know… Eventually Chief O’Brien is coming to notice you haven’t come back to your bunk.” Garak says, dipping his chin and looking down at Julian. The Doctor is currently busying himself with the soft ridges on Garak’s chest, Kissing and biting lazily. Upon hearing his question; Julian on pauses a moment, then shrugs and resumes course.

“And eventually your bunk-mate will come back from her shift in engineering and likely be very put-out that your room smells like sex and is harboring a naked doctor and Cardassian.” Julian points out, punctuating every few words with a bite to Garak’s scales. “We have some time yet. Or do Cardassians not bask in the afterglow of good sex?”

“We bask, my dear.” Garak assures him, chuckling a little. Each time Julian bit him with this perfect teeth it took an increasing amount of effort to prevent a shiver from running through him. Yes, he could get used to this… his shouldn’t, but he could. “And it was rather good wasn’t it.” He says and hums.

“It would have been better sooner,” Julian says and unfortunately stops his lovely biting and raises himself up on his arms, looking down at Garak. “If you had clued me in that you wanted me, rather then becoming increasingly sharp and bitter about my genetic background.”

Garak licks his lips and reaches up absently fixing Julian’s thoroughly mussed hair. “Forgive me, my dear. I forget that human seductions are rather different. Though, to be fair to myself, I’ve wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you. I knew you’d come around to me eventually.”

Julian leans in, kissing Garak slowly, his legs sliding to straddle his waist. He rolls his hips in a way that tells Garak they’re going to be cutting their timeline very close. The Chief will come looking before too long though the look on his face could well be worth an interruption from him.

“Was that honesty I heard in your voice there, Elim?” Julian asks after they break off their kiss. Hearing his given name from Julian is a new kind of delight. He makes a show of widening his eyes with a teasing smile though.

“Wouldn’t you like to know…” he says and grips his slim waist, finding fingertip bruises he’d left there and tracing them. Julian looks particularly lovely when he throws his head back and laughs.

“Actually I couldn’t care less when it started. Only that it did.” Julian says. Elim smirks and just pulls him back down to kiss him again.

In the end it’s only fifteen minutes before O’Brien finds them in the middle of their second round. The look on his face is priceless, but not at all worth an interruption.

beautifulwhensarcastic:

Vintage Leverage. The post-war economy boom provides many advantages for soldiers coming home and their families, but it also increases the number of companies, as well despicable individuals, who prey on innocents. Veterans who were promised education and business loans, but fell victims to scams; women losing their jobs on false pretenses; families robbed of insurance money. They had no one to turn to, until a group of former soldiers assembled an unusual team specializing in recovering compensation for their victimized clients. Staging elaborate cons, they provide… leverage.