So the Denisovans (a sub species of Homo Sapiens, whose skull image is shown above), genome was analyzed.

The new Denisovan genome indicates this population interbred with an extinct population that lived in Asia more than 30,000 years ago, which is neither human nor Neanderthal.

They have yet to identify what this unknown species maybe. 


This year it’s all coming out.

I’m not saying cylons BUT CYLONS

Paging Mr. Adams, Mr. Douglas Adams, we’ve found where Golgafrincham Ark B came down…

(seriously, though, this doesn’t surprise me at all; humans are the dolphins of the land- if it looks sort of like us and it acts sort of like us and we’re not in the mood to beat it up over it eating the same thing as us, you can start the countdown to getting jiggy with it pretty reliably)

We’re up in the Pleistocene,
We’re up acquiring some genes,
We’re up—you know what that means.
We’re up all night to get lucky.

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Actual conversation this weekend:

  • I was talking to someone in my class yesterday, and she said that there was this online thing called "Tumblr."
  • Do you know anything about it?
  • Me: *blink*
  • Apparently, it's the sort of place where people debate whether or not it's cruel to give your pets gendered names?
  • Me: Oh Lord. Say, I think the baby needs changing. Who wants to come watch?
  • and (in unison) Me!

keeningbeansidhe said: OH! I forgot to tell you: not to be too sentimental, but all the gemstones are amethyst. Enjoy! <3

I think that is just the right amount of sentiment.

keeningbeansidhe and theraconteurasaurus are the best ever.

Mysterious packages out of nowhere are greatly appreciated when they contain a gorgeous baby bracelet, a mom necklace to match, and the fine introduction to literature that is Green Eggs and Ham.  The wee one and I think you’re awesome, because you are.

Thank you!

The Princess and the Dragon


Tysolna submitted:

Once upon a time, there was a fierce dragon who roamed the world until he found a mountain that glowed golden in the sunset, and there he dug into the stone and made his lair. He had amassed riches of gold and gems which he stored here, but he found that even with all the precious metals and gleaming stones, his life seemed empty. So he flew toward a nearby castle and captured a young, beautiful princess. Her hair shone like liquid gold, her eyes sparkled like sapphires and starlight, and the dragon thought that she would make a good addition to his hoard. He used his dragon flame to melt gold and silver and fashion a bed, table and chair for the princess, and bars to keep her inside the lair when the dragon was going out to hunt for food or gold.

The princess was a bit miffed that the dragon had abducted her without so much as a by-your-leave. In fact, if the dragon had asked her, she would probably have agreed to accompany him. Life in the castle was terribly boring for a princess after all, and then there were all those princes that she was to choose a husband from. It was rather tedious, all told. So when the dragon came to take her away, she was willing to follow, if the dragon had given her a chance.

After her initial resentment, the princess found out that the dragon was a rather good storyteller. He had lived so long and experienced so much, and the princess felt as if the whole world was laid open for her in the dragon’s tales.

The dragon, in turn, and although he was still enchanted by the beauty of the princess, was even more delighted to find that the she had a sharp mind, a keen curiosity, and a laugh that was brighter than any pearl, a laugh he wanted to hear again and again.

So, even though the princess was still behind the gold bars when the dragon was out, and even though the dragon was still as fierce as ever and fire-breathing to boot, the two had struck up an unlikely yet firm friendship.

Meanwhile, word that the princess had been taken by the dragon reached the kingdoms far and wide, and the sons (and daughters) of many a king and queen went to slay the dragon and free the princess. Some of these sons (and daughters) returned empty-handed, some with riches, some with tales of strange new worlds. Some never returned to their homes, having found adventure, fortune, or love elsewhere.

One day, however, a young, proud knight rode towards the dragon’s lair on a white steed. His armour was gleaming in the afternoon light, his sword was sharp, his saddle of the finest leather, and his horse of incredibly prestigious pedigree. He himself wasn’t anyone special – not the youngest of three sons, two of which had already tried and failed the task; not the long-lost prince who had been living as a goatherd; not the one true love of the princess who was in the dragon’s clutches. This knight was quite simply a knight who slew dragons. It was a tough job, but someone had to do it: Kill dragon, free princess, marry said princess and get half the kingdom, or at least get a sizeable reward, some of which would go towards the upkeep of his half-brother the goatherd. And so it was with the assuredness of one well-suited to the task at hand that the knight rode toward the dragon’s lair.

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The Importance of Mary Sue



When I was in Ninth Grade, I won a thing.  

That thing, in particular, was a thirty dollar Barnes & Noble gift certificate.  I was still too young for a part-time job, so I didn’t have this kind of spending cash on me, ever.  I felt like a god.

Drunk with power, I fancy-stepped my way to my local B&N.  I was ready to choose new books based solely on the most important of qualities…BADASS COVER ART.  I walked away with a handful of paperbacks, most of which were horrible (I’m looking at you, Man-Kzin Wars III) or simply forgettable.  

One book did not disappoint.  I fell down the rabbit hole into a series that proved to be as badass as the cover art promised (Again, Man-Kzin Wars III, way to drop the ball on that one).  With more than a dozen books in the series, I devoured them.  I bought cassette tapes of ballads sung by bards in the stories.  And the characters.  Oh, the characters.  I loved them.  Gryphons, mages, but most importantly, lots of women.  Different kinds of women.  So many amazing women.  I looked up to them, wrote bad fiction that lifted entire portions of dialogue and character descriptions, dreamed of writing something that the author would include in an anthology.

This year I decided in a fit of nostalgia to revisit the books I loved so damn much.  I wanted to reconnect with my old friends…

…and I found myself facing Mary Sues.  Lots of them.  Perfect, perfect, perfect.  A fantasy world full of Anakin Skywalkers and Nancy Drews and Wesley Crushers.  I felt crushed.  I had remembered such complex, deep characters and didn’t see those women in front of me at all anymore.  Where were those strong women who kept me safe through the worst four years of my life?

Which led me to an important realization as I soldiered on through book after book.  That’s why I needed them.  Because they were Mary Sues.  These books were not written to draw my attention to all the ugly bumps and whiskers of the real world.  They were somewhere to hide.  I was painfully aware that I was being judged by my peers and adults and found lacking.  I was a fuckup.  And sometimes a fuckup needs to feel like a Mary Sue.  As an adult, these characters felt a little thin because they lacked the real world knowledge I, as an adult, had learned and earned.  But that’s the thing…these books weren’t FOR this current version of myself.   Who I am now doesn’t need a flawless hero because I’m comfortable with the idea that valuable people are also flawed.

There is a reason that most fanfiction authors, specifically girls, start with a Mary Sue.  It’s because girls are taught that they are never enough.  You can’t be too loud, too quiet, too smart, too stupid.  You can’t ask too many questions or know too many answers.  No one is flocking to you for advice.  Then something wonderful happens.  The girl who was told she’s stupid finds out that she can be a better wizard than Albus Dumbledore.  And that is something very important.  Terrible at sports?  You’re a warrior who does backflips and Legolas thinks you’re THE BEST.   No friends?  You get a standing ovation from Han Solo and the entire Rebel Alliance when you crash-land safely on Hoth after blowing up the Super Double Death Star.  It’s all about you.  Everyone in your favorite universe is TOTALLY ALL ABOUT YOU.

I started writing fanfiction the way most girls did, by re-inventing themselves.  

Mary Sues exist because children who are told they’re nothing want to be everything.  

As a girl, being “selfish” was the worst thing you could be.  Now you live in Narnia and Prince Caspian just proposed marriage to you.  Why?  Your SELF is what saved everyone from that sea serpent.  Plus your hair looks totally great braided like that.

In time, hopefully, these hardworking fanfiction authors realize that it’s okay to be somewhere in the middle and their characters adjust to respond to that.  As people grow and learn, characters grow and learn.  Turns out your Elven Mage is more interesting if he isn’t also the best swordsman in the kingdom.  Not everyone needs to be hopelessly in love with your Queen for her to be a great ruler.  There are all kinds of ways for people to start owning who they are, and embracing the things that make them so beautifully weird and complicated.

Personally, though, I think it’s a lot more fun learning how to trust yourself and others if you all happen to be riding dragons.

Mary Sues exist because children who are told they’re nothing want to be everything.

A girl making herself the hero of her own story is a radical act. Stop shaming girls for doing it. Stop shaming yourself for it. 

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1. Do not date a boy who does not care what your favourite song is. The boy who does not care what melodies ignite your heart strings with love and wonder while staring at passing street lights on the last train home, will not care if it’s 2 a.m. and your heart is breaking.

2. Do not let anyone fold you up like last winters tattered scarf and put you away with the others in a neatly labeled box. Even when there’s thunder and the sky is crying, you are your mum’s favourite summer dress. You are to wear yourself like you believe it.

3. We are all stories. Write yours how you want. Make today’s chapter about purposely taking the wrong bus and discovering a tiny blue tea shop, or folding origami paper hearts over and over on your window sill. Just make sure it’s something you’d enjoy reading.

4. I will always try to save you.

5. Someday you will be 19 and lost and heartbroken and you will think about a place you’ve seen on TV or heard or read about in a book or seen a picture of. You will feel your heart drop into your stomach. Go there. For a day, a month, forever, but it’s important that you go.

6. The world is so beautiful. Do not let the slumped over homeless man outside the convenience store or the stories of guns and bombs on the television let you believe otherwise. We are all so lost. All of us. We all show it in different ways. I write bad poems. Others start wars. There is no inherent evil, only good people searching too hard.

7. I love everything about you.

8. Money turns people into liars and emotional ghosts. School grades are an inaccurate representation of you. Measure your life’s worth in how many times you’ve nearly lost your life to laughter, how many books you’ve closed with happy tears in your eyes, people whose lives you’ve brought joy to, marshmallows eaten, or countries visited.

9. Don’t ever let anyone tell you to stop crying. Cry if you want to. It’s okay. You’re allowed.

10. My best friend once told me that the most important decision he had ever made was to love everyone and everything. He’s the only person I’ve ever known to have a viewable aura of light around him. Don’t forget to love this world, to love people. Be light. You are already mine.

10 things I will tell my daughter. - Julia LaValley (via steadies)
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