#like yeah it’s bio anth

[ay-its-grey]

i shouldn’t have to know the steps of mitosis for an anthropology class,,, just teach me about the monkeys please

[imaginingmoonlight]

Songs that remind me of Anthe (my Hazbin Hotel OC)

Because it’s fun okay?? Some of the stuff mentioned you’ll only really understand if you’ve read my other posts about her I’m sorryyyy. TW-family issues.

Our Word- 36 Questions. It sort of gives her old family on earth before she died.

Rule #3: Paperwork- Fish In A Birdcage. Girlie would NOT survive a normal office job or smth she wants to be OUTSIDE having FUN and LIVING LIFE.

Upside Down- Jack Johnson. It’s just. It’s very her. Again she wants to be out living her life and having fun rather than stuck in hell. She’ll get over it. Maybe.

Keep You Safe- The Crane Wives. She’s defo a lil too much like me and therefore an anxious girlie. So yeah this fits well.

If You Want The Rainbow- Lee Morse. She’d defo listen to this for comfort.

Dear Wormwood- The Oh Hellos. When she was trying to escape her bio family while alive. She finally realised she doesn’t have to stay. lol that didn’t end up too well but she didn’t know that would happen!!!

Hello My Old Heart- cos obvi she was gonna have trust issues after everything with her bio family but she’s slowly learning to trust people again and just be happy.

Now That We Don’t Talk- Taylor Swift. Cos you know. She doesn’t talk much with her bio family anymore. And she’s better off for it.

Sinner- The Last Dinner Party. Get it? Cos she’s a sinner? In hell? Also SHE’S GAY who said that??? But like overall her loss of innocence in a mental way rather than physical way after having to go to hell and all that fun stuff. So only parts of the song but like still.

Smile- Nat King Cole. Cos that gal looks UP to Alastor. A horrible choice really.

Eurus- The Oh Hellos. No real relation to her, she would just have an awesome time dancing to it. As would I.

So yeah, that’s it. Thanks for reading my silly lil rant 😭

[strigops]

thinking abt the guy that was interviewing my field crew abt why we were interested in the intersection of bio anth and paleontology and how everyone was excitedly talking abt how interesting it is to see adaptations and behavior that humans have in other animals, and then me completely killing the vibe when i started enthusiastically talking abt how i thought the opposite direction was more interesting, like how i find viewing humans as animals and looking at what we share with other organisms like, coming FROM other organisms via evolutionary biology is way more interesting and grounds us more in the family tree, how we got all those adaptations and behavior FROM them and everyone looking at me like im deranged

[dirtyoatmeall]

Dig (Tsukishima x Reader)

A/N: I will def be writing more for these, as an archaeology major, I hold paleontology major tsukki in a special place in my heart. Also everything about the dig I describe is most likely incorrect lmao. 

Pairing: Paleontology major! Tsukki x Archaeology major! Reader (she/they pronouns used)

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: None :)

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You met Tsukishima Kei the first day of your first year of college. It was your intro Anthropology course, and you had bumped into him on accident entering the auditorium. You had kept your head down, mumbling an apology before hurriedly finding a seat in the middle of the room. He sat a few seats over in the same row and you tried your best not to glance at him, he was obviously attractive, but all it took was a raised eyebrow when he caught you staring for you to look away blushing, pretending to look through your bag for something. You busied yourself with numbering the pages in your notebook until the professor started class.

It was a relatively small class, so the professor had everyone stand up and introduce themselves with their pronouns, major/minor, and one thing they want to accomplish. When it was your turn you tried your best not to sound confident as you spoke, though it didn’t last long, as the professor immediately asked you to repeat yourself louder. You were bright red by the time you finished introducing yourself. “H-hi, my name is (Y/N), I’m double majoring in bio-archaeology and Classics, my pronouns are she/they and I want to find Alexander the Great.” The professor nodded and the next person stood up to introduce themselves as you sat down, fiddling with your pen.

Tsukishima didn’t really think much of you until he watched you do the icebreaker for class. He thought it was an ambitious goal, and respectable dual majors. Though the thing that really drew his attention to you was the face you made when the person next to you introduced themselves as an archaeology major and that they wanted to find a complete T-Rex skeleton. Your face had twisted rather cutely into a grimace at your classmates words, turning to your notebook and scribbling in the corners. After the professor kindly explained the differences between archaeology and paleontology, it was his turn. He stood up, introduced himself “Tsukishima, he/him pronouns, paleozoology major, museum studies minor. And I’d like to find a job right out of school.” He sat down as the professor nodded and made a joke about finding a job. Soon enough the entire class had introduced themselves and the professor started going over the syllabus.

The first time Tsukishima saw you outside of class it was a Friday night. 3 a.m. to be exact. Thankfully your university had a 24hr library, and most of the students took advantage of it, though it was usually dead at this time of night, or morning. He spied you almost right away, nestled in a corner with multiple stacks of books and cans of energy drinks. You were nodding your head along to a dong and when he walked past he could very clearly hear ABBA blasting in your headphones. He smirked to himself and sat down a table down from you, getting ready to study for the upcoming test on Wednesday. He would get up periodically to get a book or a snack from the vending machine near the door. He noticed that every time he got up, your eyes would flicker to him, and you would pause your work, messing with your phone until he sat down again. He would return the favor, watching your things while you were gone.

About an hour into his study session he looked up to your spot when he heard you groan quietly. You aggressively paused your music and cutely pouted down at your notebook. You skimmed a few pages in the book next to you, comparing it to your notebook and whatever was on the screen of your laptop before rolling your eyes and softly face planting onto the book in front of you. Your eyes briefly fluttered to where he was, and you smiled slightly when the two of you made eye contact. He pretended to get back to the book he was supposed to be reading, but he watched you sigh as your eyes flickered from your notebook to him before you quietly got up and shuffled towards his table. He fully looked at you when you slid into the seat across from him, and he raised an eyebrow when you smiled awkwardly.

“Uh, Hi. I’m (Y/N), we have anth 250 together right?” You asked even though you very well knew he was in that class, but you still waited for confirmation before you continued. “That’s what I thought. Could you maybe help me with this? I’m having a hard time grasping it.” He glanced at what you were pointing at and nodded, he had also had some trouble with it, and had just recently figured it out. He explained it to you, smiling when he saw your eyebrows raise as you let out a soft ’ooohhh’ once you had grasped it. You had moved to get up when he cleared his throat, “Uh, you can sit here if you want, that way if you have any other questions you don’t have to come all the way over here.” Tsukishima didn’t look at you when he said it, but saw you smile and nod out of the corner of his eye. You brought your stuff over to his table and the two of you studied together for a few more hours, occasionally talking about class that led into talking about random things the two of you both liked.

At 5:30 you sighed, closing your laptop and putting away your things. “I should probably head back to my dorm, I have been here for about 12 hours” You chuckled and Tsukishima nodded and began to pack up as well. “I’ll walk you to your dorm.” You paused, looking at him puzzled. “Oh you don’t have to do that, I live all the way in East Village.” He simply waved your concern away “Me too, I have a class at 10 anyway, I should probably stop for the night. You snorted and waited for the blonde to be done before the two of you headed to your dorm building.

The two of you continued to talk about random things on the way back, from music tastes to favorite myths to what tree you would be. You both paused to watch the sunrise at the hill next to your dorm building, watching the colors slowly melt together as the stars disappeared from view. You turned to smile at Tsukishima to find he was already looking at you, an uncharacteristic soft look on his face. You flushed slightly and the two of you continued to your dorm building. You saluted to him before getting off the elevator onto your floor. You glanced at your phone as you got ready for bed, glad you didn’t have any classes until noon.

From that day on you and Tsukishima sat together during your anthropology class and studied together every Friday. You partnered together for the few projects assigned and even hung out outside of class, growing closer as the semester flew by. You were planning on meeting him for lunch after you finished finals, which you just did. You sent him a text and headed to the café the two of you frequent. You ordered a drink and sat at the corner table, scrolling through your phone until Tsukishima arrived. The two of you discussed your finals, and the classes you were taking next semester (you had 2 of them together thankfully) before Tsukishima sighed. “Do you want to get dinner on Saturday?” You smiled nodding, “Yeah! Are there some last minute things you want to go over for a final?” He rolled his eyes and looked at you flatly, which was a normal look for the blonde. “No, like a date.” You stopped, mid-drink as you absorbed his words. When you did you flushed and swallowed, looking away shyly. “Yeah, I’d really like that.” Tsukishima smiled and nodded.

10 years later~

You sighed, wiping your forehead as you straightened up, moving to your phone to change the music blaring from the speakers. It was hot, the hat doing nothing to shield you from the sun as you crouched down again, picking up your trowel. You were about to continue your section of the dig when you heard a noise of surprise from the next section over. “(Y/N)! I think I found something, it looks like bone!”

Your eyes grew wide and you jumped out of the pit into the one a few feet away, joining the college student in looking at what they found. They brushed some more dirt away, revealing a large bone, too large to be human. You groaned, climbing out to grab your phone, disconnecting it from the speaker and dialing a number before stepping away, pout on your face. The college student looked at the other dig lead, confused on why you seemed upset. The dig lead chuckled, waving away their concern. “Don’t worry, you didn’t do anything wrong. (Y/N) just has to call in a paleontologist, and the one on this dig just happens to be an ass.” The college student nodded and climbed out of the pit, not wanting to disturb anything.

Thankfully it wasn’t too long before another car pulled in. You immediately walked over, hands on your hips as you talked to the person getting out. The rest of the crew could see them smirk and flick your forehead, before leaning down to kiss you. The college student made a noise of surprise as the two of you walked over, bumping shoulders and you discussed details of the dig. “Wait, I thought you said she didn’t like them.” The dig lead just shook his head, “I said he was an ass, that doesn’t mean she doesn’t like him, in fact, they’re married.”

[kaijutegu]

Hi! First of all, I think your blog is absolutely lovely, and seeing it my dash always makes me smile! I know this is kinda random, but I was wondering if you hand any advice for future prospective bio/physical anthropology grad students? My undergrad only offered social anth courses, which was a great foundation, but due to other factors I was unable to take any hard science courses to supplement it. Thank you for your time!

YEAH

it’s a big, broad field so find your specific interest while you’re not taking classes. Then when you are taking classes again, you can be a bit more focused. 

If you can, beef up your resumé with some other courses. Take a couple of online anatomy courses, do a field school if you can. Community college anatomy/physiology is an underrated GEM because anatomy is the same everywhere. 

Try to find a program that offers funding for your MA, and never, ever do a PhD if you’re not funded. Honestly in this economy I’d recommend saying no without some funding for your MA at least, whether that’s through TAing or GA/RA positions. 

PhDs in particular are really not at all like regular degree courses. You need to come in with some idea of a question you want to answer, some puzzle to solve. Don’t just say “I want to research X,” think of questions surrounding X that you could ask. 

A kind advisor is a million times better than a prestigious advisor. 

[brain-patterns]

I love it being 1 am after a pretty severe dissociative episode and for some reason I’m thinking of the eugenics guy from my bio anth class a yeah ago but, second thought, don’t think it’s so random— he said that at some point in the future rewriting genes inutero will be so common that people who let their children be born with disabilities would be bad parents and I really hate him so much for that but it’s times like these I really wish my brain was better at being human

[dungeonsanddragonsfifthedition]

if they’ve not been asked already, 1, 2, 3, 16, 21, 38, and 45 for anthe & ori ? :0

this is. long and has... a lot of shit in it. um. tw for mentions of familial abuse, and also, there’s a curse of strahd spoiler in there toward the end. other players, none of this is spoiler-y so much as, like, i haven’t said a lot of these details in-game and they are. a lot!

does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? which one are they closest with?

ori's brother... how the fuck do i summarize this relationship. he's 2 years younger, and they were very, very close when they were young. she received a lot more attention than him, just because of... child prodigy + severe social phobia moments. but she used that attention as a means of keeping sparrow safe; if his training was less intense, he was hurting less, you know? anyways. they spoke via the dream spell for the first time in seven years about a week ago in-game and it went very poorly. she knew, like, even from a young age, he was a very talented liar and persuader and what have you, but he was so... manipulative and cold towards her, fully treating her like a child and a headcase, mentioned that he'd been scrying on her. so. she's angry and a little bit terrified. woo!

anthe has... a full spreadsheet of siblings, but. kir is the one she's closest to, because she feels extraordinarily guilty for his death and she doesn't know how to process his un-death. she's also realized that she, um, maybe glorified him a lot in his absence, because. he's kind of a dick. she dedicated a lot of her time and feeling to bringing him back from death but. god. just. she's blocking out those feelings a lot. please do not make her go through them.

2&3 are similar and anthe's family is not nuclear so i'll condense them 2 one question, which is. what are their relationships with their parents like?

ori, as mentioned, received a lot of attention from her parents. this was not a good thing. andrei telltale and wren oscines are filthy rich lawful evil blood knights who are high-ranking nobles in a theocratic (totally-not-a-cult) society. she was closer to her mom, and she understands why wren is Like That a lot better. wren was not a good parent, but the two of them are very similar people, and it's... an understanding. per sparrow, wren is the only person in the family hasn't been looking for ori, and. she's really, really grateful for that. andrei, meanwhile, is. an enigma. he was overtly cruel in a way wren wasn't--his "training" of her involved a lot of enchantment magic and mind-altering substances. basically. he's not looking for her anymore, apparently, but he was on her trail until political commitments took him away from hunting her.

anthe's parents are... community elders, basically. like she knows her bio mom and bio parent, and she loved them, but just as much, she loved the other elders. she still is just... not sure how to handle the idea that she was unwanted. they told her it would be best if she left! whether or not they thought it would help her spiritually, she was still so young. and now she has trouble believing anyone will ever love her. lol!

what does your character idealize most: happiness or success?

i answered for ori earlier (happiness being a more recent ideal for her), but anthe's is happiness, too. she doesn't know how to hold onto it but she's trying very hard.

if something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others?

the answers are the same here--they both, due to some troubling mixture of trauma and self-loathing and emotional stuntedness, they will always blame themselves first, even to the point of irrationality. anthe is quicker to blame others, too, though, and she does register others' fuck-ups and judge them (harshly!) a lot more than ori does. this is not to say that ori isn’t also judgemental--she’s just more likely to keep those judgements to herself and reform those judgements into further self-loathing. 

is your character more likely to remove a problem/threat, or remove themselves from a problem/threat?

ori removes herself, unless it's threatening people she cares about as well as her. (the unfortunate realization that the people she's running from have seen her friends, and the knowledge that they have the means to research those friends, makes this tendency for personal flight/sentinel fight a bit more complicated.)

i answered for anth earlier but. yeah she wants to beat her potential problems to a pulp. shards of shitty, problem glass. she hates it a lot. this leads to her being overly confrontational, which is Bad, people say, so she tries to repress this impulse.

what does your character believe will happen to them after they die? does this belief scare them?

ori knows she is damned to the river. maybe her spirits could help? she is not of the belief that she deserves such saving, of course, but... she thinks anyone else deserves that saving. (there is also a part of her that finds... maybe dying on barovia would be easier than dying anywhere else. at least the soul is still kind of her own, rather than trapped in a nightmarish hierarchical hellscape.

anthe is... unsure. she knows her body will go to the earth, and the soul will go to the raven queen, but... gods take care of their chosen, and she was specifically un-chosen by her original gods. she thinks she's safe with xalicas? she hopes? please? stay with her please xalicas

[lesbianlenas]

Different anon, but you're in for a treat with bio anth. We really did be monkeys.

lol yeah i already took archaeology & i needed another lab credit so i was like great i will take bio anth & it will b great. was very surprised when my professor started talking in depth abt the replication of dna bc i forgot it was a bio class & was like ok but where r the monkeys :( but i really am in for a treat when we finally get to australopithicines absolutely i love them

[mcsstydia]

Talk to me -Peter Parker Imagine

request:

prompt: you’re worried about Peter because he never talks about his uncle’s death so you ask him whether he wants to talk about it

pairing: peter x reader

Warnings: talk about Uncle Ben’s death

A/N: I felt like writing about my favourite fictional character again.

dedicated to @dun-t who suffered as much as I did this evening

Masterlist in bio!

Peter was one of the affectionate guys. Some would even call him clingy. But that was not the point. The point was that no one who really knew Peter would ever say he couldn’t or wouldn’t display his emotions.

That’s what you thought as well. And it was true -for the most of the time. He loved you with his whole being. And he showed you every single minute of his day. He cried when he felt like he didn’t save enough people as Spider-Man. He cried when the two of you fought. And he cried when you cried.

But Peter had never, ever since Uncel Ben’s funeral, talked about him, let alone cried about what happened to him. 

At first, you were of course happy that he didn’t cry about him often. But as time passed, you worried about him. You thought it wasn’t healthy not to think, speak or cry about his uncle at all.

So you decided to ask him. You were doing homework in his room when you saw the opportunity. 

“Peter?”, you asked mindlessly, still doing algebra. “Hm?”, he hummed, not looking up from the sheets of homework he was doing on the floor. Of course he let you have his desk.

“Can I ask you something?”, you asked, putting your pen away and turning towards your boyfriend, watching him for a second, admiring his beauty.

He brushed his curls out of his face as he turned towards you as well. A lump built up in your throat. You were afraid your question would make him sad, or worse, angry at you.

He raised his eyebrows in confusion. “Everything all right, love?”, he asked, worried. You nodded and cleared your throat.

“Promise not to get angry?”, you asked hesitantly. His face softens. “Love, you know I can not get mad at you, like ever,”, he said, but he noticed your still worried face. “But of course I promise not to get mad at you.”, he smiled, sitting in down in front of you and taking your hands into his gently.

You let out a breath and leaned forward in your chair. “I’ve just wondered-”, you began, still hesitating. You leant back in your chair again, caressing your boyfriend’s hands now.

“I’ve just wondered why you never talk about your uncle,”, you finally said, looking up from Peter’s hands and into his eyes. His eyes went emotionless for a second before his gaze was fixed on the floor.

“I- I mean it’s clearly not my business how you deal with your loss..”, you said, hesitantly playing with his curls. “And I’m not saying you have to talk to me about it,”, you continued. “But I would really be a lot less worried about you if you told me you talk to someone.”, you explained.

Peter slowly looked up from the ground to look at you. He seemed...relaxed? As if you didn’t say anthing at all. “I appreciate you worrying, but it’s really not necessary at all. I know I can talk to you about anything, and I do. But I don’t need to talk about what happened to Ben.”, he explained.

You were relieved he wasn’t angry, but you still sighed out of frustration. “Then why don’t you talk to me about him?”, you asked, unnecessarily. Now, Peter was frustrated as well. He stood up and one of his hands went through his curls. 

“But Y/N, I just said I don’t need to talk about it!”, he let out a frustrated huff. “I tell you everything, you know? Every freaking thought that runs through my head, isn’t that enough?”, he asked lowly, sighing.

You let your head hang and were embaressed to having stressed him so much. “Of course it’s enough. I’m sorry, Peter,”, you admitted, looking up at him, trying to hide the tears that had begun forming in your eyes.

“C’mere, love,”, he demanded, opening his arms for you. You stepped into his arms, your head buried in his chest, his arms tightly around your body. He kissed the top of your head. 

“I’m sorry for being so wound up bout this, love. But I’d really tell you if I wanted to, yeah?”, he asked, holding you in front of him. You nodded and forced a small smile onto your lips. 

“I love you,”, he stated and your stomach erupted into a hundred butterflies just like it did when he said those words for the first time. “You know that, right?”,he asked, concern lacing his voice. 

“Of course.”, you answered, nodding. You got up on your tiptoes to reach Peter’s lips and he caressed your cheek as he kissed you.

In the evening, the two of you had gone to sleep like usual. The talk earlier had been long forgotten as you both lay down in Peter’s bed, cuddled into each other.

But, of course there was something Peter wasn’t telling you. Peter was having nightmares. They didn’t occur every night of course, because otherwise you woudl’ve noticed a long time ago. But they were haunting him frequently and he wasn’t exactly enjoying them.

Tonight was one of those nights. Peter awoke by sitting up, breathing heavily, a cold sweat covering his whole body. Panicking, he looked around him in search of you. Once he spotted you sleeping safe and sound right next to him, he let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. 

And then, without warning, he started crying. He started crying and sobbing and was at the same time trying to hold in his sobs in order not to wake you.

You, on the other hand, woke up because you coudln’t grasp Peter’s body next to you. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, you tried opening your eyes in search of your boyfriend. That’s when you heard silent cries. But not anyone’s. It were Peter’s cries, you knew for sure.

Suddenly, you were as awake as ever, and finally you caught sight of your boyfriend, sitting next to you, crying. You quickly sat up as well and instantly caressed his back.

“Hey, baby. Baby, what’s wrong?”, you asked, trying to soothe him. But Peter didn’t react at all, he simply shook his head and continues crying. “Ssshhh, baby. C’mon. C’mere. It’s okay, it’s all right,”, you pulled his almost trembling body into yours. 

His head lay in your lap for almost half an hour and you caressed his curls and hummed a soothing melody before he finally stopped crying. “See?,”, you whispered, kissing one of his hands. “Everything okay, I’m here,”, you promised quietly. 

He slowly sat up and you gently wiped the last of his tears out of his face. He smiled at you lovingly before leaning in to place a lingering kiss on your lips.

Only when he pulled away again did he say something. “Okay, so maybe I need to talk about my uncle,”, he admitted shyly. “That’s okay,”, you smiled knowingly as you brushed a curl out of his face. 

And so he told you about his nightmares, and about the one he just had in particular. He had dreamed of the night his uncle was shot and he saw him die once again. Only this time, you had been lying right next to him, dying as well.

You held each other the whole time Peter spoke, comforting each other by just laying there. 

“What would I be without you?”, he finally asked, looking deep into your eyes, as though he could find the answer in them. You smiled. “The same amazing, loving boy you are now.”, you answered with certainty, none of your breaking the eye contact. 

But Peter only slightly shook his head. “I don’t think so. I wouldn’t be half of the person I am today without you, your love and your unconditional support,”, he stated. And before you could protest, he had already leaned into you for another kiss.