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afrodytis · 11 months

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Mitochondrial Eve

A decade-long DNA project by National Geographic collected DNA samples from individuals in the jungles of Papau New Guinea, the rolling hills of Tuscany, Brazil, Siberia, China, Ireland, Kenya, Puerto Rico, Iceland, Albania, and every nook and cranny on the planet.

It was the largest and most intensive DNA project ever conducted on the planet and resulted in a startling discovery; every living person on Earth is a direct descendant of one woman who lived in East Africa 150,000 years ago. They named her Mitochondrial Eve.

She was a nomad and after many many generations her descendants began to migrate out of Africa and eventually physically adapted to populate every viable ecosystem in the world. The further north her descendants traveled - and after hundreds of generations - their skin and hair lightened. This is known as natural selection, a biological process where a living organism will morph and change to adapt to its environment.

The Observer has shared this information with dozens of our friends and family over the years, and while most are surprised and delighted, for some this scientific discovery is not well received.

"We all come from an East African nomad?" they ask shaking their head.

"Yes."

"And she was black?"

"Yes."

"Well I don't believe that," they'll say.

And in today's world divided by faith and culture and politics and skin color, it is a hard concept to fully embrace - but we are all related - blacks, whites, Asians and Hispanics.

We all come from that one mother in East Africa 150,000 years ago. She may be the biblical Eve, or she may have evolved from primates and Neanderthals. It really doesn't matter if you embrace her in faith or in science, but by accepting her and learning about human history and how we have adapted in the past 7000 generations, we might begin to realize that we literally are one human family. And in that realization we might begin the slow and painful process of reconciliation and learn to accept and embrace our physical differences.

Salut our mothers, our grandmothers, our great grandmothers, and all the mothers on the path that lead straight back to Mitochondrial Eve, who started our astoundingly diverse family 150,000 years ago.

#mitochondria #mitochondrion #mitochondrian eve

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sleepychaika · 9 months

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decided to try my hand at making a map for a yume nikki fangame (Muma Rope) and...... for some reason ......... i think ... i picked the area that's one of the hardest to map .......

#.txt #it looks like a mitochondrion #pretty

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werewolfulrich · 1 year

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Hey there, I was wondering something…

Is is possible for Dib to transform partially into a wolf?

It would be like this: He’s still in control, still has his werewolf features and all, but he has a bit of his human features and keeps his human stature in this form (He’s a bit taller than before too)

I imagine it being it basically like how Eda transforms into Harpy Eda:

(Would that make Dib’s werewolf form more of a Lycan form?)

Imagine what Gretchen, Mel, and Louie’s Reactions would be like XD

Sorry if this is too much… ��

Ooh, an ask. This is a rare sight. lol

Dib transforming in a "nontraditional" sense is something I have been thinking about for a long time.

I have been playing around with the idea of Dib using a wolf claw necklace to trigger transformations during the day. (If he really REALLY needs his wolf form to get things done; he's still distrustful of himself in this form)

Something he can do for a brief moment is make scary faces to scare off paranormal enemies. His eyes can glow, he can grow fangs, and he can growl and hiss. What's funny is that the first few times this happens, he has no idea he's doing it. lol Zim would likely be the first one to notice this and point it out as he's the one who annoys Dib the most, to which Dib would be like, "What...?"

Your idea is interesting, but I would imagine Dib would be terrified if that ever happened. It sounds like if it's a partial transformation where he retains his human features, he would still remember who he is (the whole Earth's sole defender thing lol), and he would freak out. I guess if Gretchen and or Mel were there to calm him down, he'd get used to it. :P Louie would try to gather evidence of this form but I think this would look less believable than Dib's normal wolf form. People might think it's just Dib in monster makeup. lol Louie could go back and try to study the differences between this form and the normal form.

I have never watched the show where that gif comes from. I assume that's The Owl House? XD I also don't really know how Lycan is different from Werewolf. I always thought Lycan was just short for Lycanthrope, which just means werewolf. lol

I don't know about the getting taller bit though. Dib's height technically doesn't change when he transforms but because his knees bend, he just looks shorter. lol He might stand on his toes some more.

#Invader ZIM #Dib Membrane #Dib #Dibwolf AU #werewolf Dib #Gretchen #Louie Mitochondrion #Mel Conliffe #alternate universe #Gretchen Impossible

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soul-of-rei · 1 year

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i think it should be illegal to have any form of quiz or assessment on the second day of class

#rei rambles #ITS A SHORT QUIZ BUT STILL FUCK I NEED TO STUDY NOW #AND I CANT FOCUS #watch as the only thing i will retain for a quiz on cell structure will be the mitochondrion bc . uh

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imnotstudip · 2 months

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if you think too much about something it becomes deeply unsettling

#like what even is flesh. why is it wet why is it like that #why are molecules so small and why do they bond #yes theres a reason for that i guess but its kinda crazy #and like how “normal” is a concept and isnt even real and yet we still go about our days like nothing's wrong with that #normal is just. what society accepts #man these concepts have been stewing in my brain ever since i kind of became aware of my own existence and the scale of my small small body #as opposed to the universe.. like a little mitochondrion compared to the milky way #the scales of which our brains cant even comprehend #cause like. you see a picture. and um. yeah.. big star #but you dont really get it. um #txt post #rambles #its very early just took my meds

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hellsitegenetics · 3 months

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Acting as the tumblr science bro / local sequencer: tell all your followers (lots I'm sure) to be careful criss-crossing deep green / azure / wine-dark / teal (any color actually) aquatic-concerned, generously-connected big spaces where one might happen upon a fish or a fearsome beast with cactus-like spines or terrible cat-like reflexes, creeping silently toward you, to eat, to cull... all this is to gregariously imbue: go there & you may find a mantis shrimp.

String identified: Actg a t t cc / ca c: t a (t ' ) t ca c-cg g / a / -a / ta (a c acta) aatc-cc, g-cct g ac gt a a a a at t cact- t cat- , cg t ta , t at, t c… a t t gga : g t & a a at .

Closest match: Gonodactylellus affinis mitochondrion, complete genome Common name: Mantis shrimp

#tumblr genetics #genetics #requests #asks #sent to me #beemovieerotica #ocean #crustaceans #mantis shrimp #i cannot IMAGINE how much effort went into this.

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dormarunt · 2 years

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Do you believe the Berlermo post on lcdp twitter was a sign that Martin will be in the spin off? Anyways, it was a really popular post at the very least they could cater to the berlermo stans and release the bloopers of the kiss scene, like they gave serquels the merluza.

I'm pretty sure the writers know how popular Berlermo is; episode 7 of season 5 proved to us that they do, so it makes a lot of sense to want to include Martin in the spin-off. I guess it hinges on Rodrigo? If he felt that they wrote an interesting enough part for Martin or if he just wants to work with them some more. Because I've heard *nothing* either way, I have no idea if he's coming back for this. Imagine - we get Sergio flashbacks but no Martin. (and I don't think we're getting Sergio in this)

And you're right, what's with the lack of bloopers for the kiss scene? Pedro and Rodrigo like to bring it up a lot (Pedro sure does) and we've seen like, one BTS shot but not in the form of bloopers or just-- footage included in one of the making-of documentaries. And whoever's working the LCdP social media accounts surely knows that a good portion of the fans ask for them.

#berlermo #i hope ~the vault they opened contains those bloopers too #i mean where else would they keep them #if a fandom-fed AI wrote the spinoff it would have an EXTENDED chapel scene #and perhaps an alternate ending for it #preferably in the form of a steamy fantasy that Andres has #that challenges that tiny mitochondrion to its very core #spaghetti straight heat-- you get it

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educational-instrument · 2 years

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Mitochondrion Model Manufacturer,Supplier and Exporter in India

#Mitochondrion Model Manufacturer #Mitochondrion Model Supplier #Mitochondrion Model Exporter #Mitochondrion Model Manufacturer in India

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whats-in-a-sentence · 11 months

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Growing pollen tubes restrict the cytoplasm, the two sperm nuclei, and the vegetative nucleus to the growing apical region by forming large vacuoles and callose partitions to seal off the rear portion of the tube (Figure 21.12).

"Plant Physiology and Development" int'l 6e - Taiz, L., Zeiger, E., Møller, I.M., Murphy, A.

#book quotes #plant physiology and development #nonfiction #textbook #pollen tube #exine #intine #cell wall #plant cells #microfilament #mitochondrion #endoplasmic reticulum #golgi body #vesicles #cytoplasm #vacuoles #callose

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vagabond-umlaut · 1 month

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meet you where the sky meets the earth

to love is to listen to your heart, not your brain. to dream whilst in love, is to make your brain listen to your heart.

▸ gojo satoru x fem!reader; former teacher x former student [gojo is six yrs older than reader]; bittersweet fluff; you're so in love w satoru, it shd hurt- but it doesn't because you've grown numb to the ache; one-sided feelings [are they really?]; few mentions of food; gojo calls you 'cookie'; this is way too tender even for me, istg; 1.5k wc

▸ belongs to the series 'you make my heart flutter and fibrillate' but can be read as a stand-alone fic if you wanna! 😊

▸ the header is from pinterest, the dividers are by @benkeibear, the characters used here aren't mine. pls don't plagiarise, translate or repost this. hope y'all enjoy reading this ❤️❤️

the first time you think of marrying gojo, you're only twenty years old.

hardly the age to be dreaming of wedding bells at, right?

yeah, right. that's very, very right— still, your heart is your heart, just how your brain is your brain, the former easily swaying the latter by a few skipped beats— and you find your cheeks growing warm, laughs stumbling past your lips as you place the box of cornflakes into your shopping cart.

gojo sputters from beside you, eyes comically wide behind his shades as they dart from you to the elderly woman before.

you take a second to compose yourself before answering the ask that created this mess in the first place, a polite smile lining your face, "oh, no– not at all, ma'am! we're not married. i'm just an old friend helping him with the groceries, haha."

"oh," that's the only thing the woman says in reaction, kind smile now a tiny frown before it reappears. and she apologises, "i'm sorry, dears. just thought you two to be newlyweds from how giddy and loving you seemed to each other... time i went for an eye check-up, yes?"

"hey, please don't be sorry..." you start to say, but before you can get any further, the woman has already walked away with her shoppping basket.

you fall silent.

the same way the man next to you too has grown quiet, an awkward silence taking up the foot between you both. until you break it with a strained chuckle.

"we were acting giddy and loving to each other, eh?"

"were we?" comes the contemplative question to your comment. you look up to find gojo looking at you, the blue of his eyes weirdly bright in the dim lights of the supermarket as he repeats, "were we, cookie?"

yes. no. you don't really know—

yes, 'cause you know you love him.

not since forever, no, but close enough to it: your once-fascination for the supposed mortal deity of the jujutsu world, the mitochondrion on which the cellular structure of the society banks to survive; that grew into something made of wonder, respect and fondness, as you slowly came to know not only the icon but also the man behind it; that grew into something so profound, nestling deep within your existence– so much so that you feel the earth shifting on its axis everytime he calls you or grins at you or just looks in your direction—

no, 'cause you know you aren't loved back.

not the way you wish to be... not that you blame gojo for that, though!

you know he is way too busy to be thinking of such topics– what with being the strongest sorcerer ever, the head of the one-man gojo clan, the teacher to the first-years at tokyo high, the legal guardian– but in fact, the father figure to the two kids, 'gumi and 'miki– or maybe, just maybe, he is busy, alright, but not too busy— gojo simply doesn't see you that way; he sees you to be nothing but his former student— one he knows he can rely on to help with his children, or the groceries, or a variety of other menial daily tasks he can just hire help for—

you don't know.

yeah... you really, really don't know– and by now, you think you don't even want to know anymore. it's easy, it's safe, it's nice to remain not knowing. the word 'yes' comes with too many dreams– the word 'no' serves the perfect haven to nightmares.

the three words "i don't know" bear no such burden on their back– an untroubled answer you decide to offer, decide to escape using for the time being— until a slight knock on the head interrupts you, followed by an entertained set of chortles.

you peer up to find gojo beaming down at you, his eyes crinkled and cheeks dimpled. something twists in the middle of your chest, but it isn't painful; it's grounding. pleasant, even.

"it's too easy to get you worried, y'know? you're unbelievably easy to manipulate, heh."

"oh, am i now?" you retort, eyes narrowing into a cross glare– only to be betrayed by the fond smile grazing your lips not even a beat later. the man hums, grin simmering down to a knowing smile.

"mmhm," he says with that musical sway to his tone that never fails to make your fingers tingle, "you should have seen your face when i asked you the question– so pale and stiff– almost as if i was asking you to leave then and there, hearing that granny's comments—"

"you would have asked me to, if they were true– wouldn't you?"

gojo's smile vanishes in the blink of an eye. and you think the hand he has stretched out to the shelves of biscuits might fall too– but it does not, and you see him take a packet of your favourite bourbon biscuits followed by a packet of the digestives you've been forcing him to eat, and place them into the cart.

he checks the shopping list in your hand before he looks back at you.

before he smiles back at you: so soft, so solemn, so un-satoru— you instantly regret interrupting him with such a question.

but you do know how it is, don't you? what with a thudding heart and a thinking brain...

the handle of the cart digs deep indents into your palm as you press the weight of your worries into the cool metal and lean towards your companion on this grocery run, the same way a moth flies towards a flame, towards its doom–

"don't you ever dream of falling in love, gojo-san?" you let your voice drop to a murmur, audible only to you and the object of your desires, the subject of your worries, "do you not dream of a happily ever after with your 'one'– do you, gojo-san?"

"no," the response to your words comes in the very same instant. the man's shades slip a touch down the bridge of his nose as he pins his sharp gaze on you– though it can do nothing to hide the mild tremor in his grin from you when he says, "and i don't plan on dreaming ever. dreaming is only for fools with too much time to spare– do i look like a fool with too much time to spare, cookie?"

no. not at all. you don't. you look the farthest from it, in fact— is what you know you should say, and just drop the matter. for now. forever—

but you don't... just don't.

retorting instead, still a murmur but with the faint lick of a fire now, "and what do you suggest should be done to those fools, gojo-san? punished severely for their grievous crime of dreaming, hm?"

"oh, don't be too harsh," he tuts with a breezy chuckle, "what people do is honestly their business; one i've got no interest in interfering in— but..." his grin twists into something wry, a change you find tough to tear your gaze away from, "i don't think i would give such folks the time of my day– it's simply not worth it to talk with those whose feet are not on the solid ground, floating around meaninglessly in air–"

"why are you talking with me then?"

interrupted, gojo blinks. once, and twice, then thrice.

you watch your face crumple in the dark tint of his shades, withering and cracking in the dull light and stale air of this stupid supermarket; but definitely not as stupid as you:

messing things up when they're perfectly fine and alright, only 'cause you do not, rather cannot, keep your mouth shut, no matter what– all your inhibitions let gone of as your heart gains control over your brain and your stupid damned mouth—

you feel a tiny knock on your forehead, the second time this evening, followed by strands of hair being gently brushed away; too careful for your breath to not get stuck in your chest. you peer up at the man in front, teeth lightly gnawing the inside of your lower lip.

gojo's features shift into something between fond and worried– you just hope you aren't misreading him right now– the man tucks those strands of hair behind the shell of your ear.

his fingers still right above your jaw, touching yet not really touching, features finally, finally, settling into a smile– "maybe because i enjoy talking with you, cookie, no matter how foolish you are."

some people say, marriage is a holy act, a sacred institution, in and of itself— connecting hearts, binding souls– cementing the promises of staying together forever... whilst few see marriage to be meaningless— paltry affair of papers and signatures and people, none bearing any significance, 'cause nothing can, not when it comes to the matters of the hearts, neither in proving nor in disproving them–

no matter what people think, you think you will be okay, irrespective of whether you marry gojo or not, irrespective of whether gojo loves you or not– provided– and this is a weird, still important 'provided'—

you and he end up shopping together in the supermarket, feeling and seeming so happy and comfortable with each other— others mistake you for a pair of newlyweds, blissfully deep in love.

tysm to my dearest andy [@andysdrafts], mimi [@avatarofstars] & dilay [@roseqzpd] for constantly motivating me while i was writing this. ilysm my darlings 😘😘😘

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#gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #satoru x reader #satoru x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #gojo fluff #gojo angst #jjk fluff #jjk angst #kit posts 📝

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mammonswhore · 11 months

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The Day Before the Test

tags: Satan x afab!fem!mc.

warnings: cockwarming, soft dominant behavior, studying, overstimulation, established relationship, very fluffy and domestic at the end.

"Fuck..." Satan grunts as his fingers sink on MC´s flesh as she tries to keep steady and keep on reading. That´s what this was all about.

"I can´t... Is too much" She whines, bouncing (or trying to do so) on a foolish attempt to get some sort of movement or reaction from him. Sadly her attempts were shut down as Satan´s fangs sank on her shoulder making her yelp in pain.

"You look so whorish like this, love." He says sadly, grabbing her face and forcing her to look at him sideways. "I am sorry but you should´ve studied and I wouldn´t have to be doing this."

His voice sounds silk smooth, as if he were soothing the scars of his nails on her hips. He sounds angelic even for someone born from wrath. Satan is lovely, he is a gentleman and a man of honor so he can´t let his precious girlfriend to fail.

"It´s for your own good" He said when he proposed his idea. It worked, it really did. Satan promised MC to try on tail fucking if she passed her test with more than average and since he is a caring boyfriend he offered himself to help. MC thought of flashcards, timers, his own notes even but not cockwarming him for two and a half hours as she read and took notes from her study books.

Tears accumulate on her eyes, it´s been two hours of shaking, whining and pleading yet he seemed so calm and composed. MC couldn´t take it anymore, a choked sob escaping her as she collapsed on his desk.

"The mitochondrion has two membranes, one internal and one external, in the middle of them there is an intermembrane where there are protons that adhere to the smallest proteins to pass to the internal membrane and reach the mitochondrial cristae... Please... Please just..." MC talks between cries, begging for him.

There were no other words to describe it other than pathetic yet for Satan it was lovely, soothing even. Slowly he caressed her cheek and nodded with a smile. Satan pulled his chair back, his hands traveled to the back of MC´s thigh as he quickly stood up making her tears flow as a loud painful erupted from her throat.

"Can you walk?" He asks softly, putting her down to the floor and twirling her to face him. She nods and walks to Satan´s bed, a few steps that were quick yet they seemed like an eternity for both of them. MC sat on the edge of the bed looking drained and oh so divine. Satan could swear he could gobble her up, to him there was nothing more heavenly than her.

"Change of idea... You are going to ride me because I am still not sure if you have learned enough. Hop in, pretty girl." He smirks as he sits down and pulls her by the waist, she whines in complain and positions herself to sink him in in one sitting.

Satan interlocks their hands together as his free hand pushes her down on him, she moans and babbles little thank you´s repeatedly as Satan did all the effort of bouncing her up and down on him.

The sound of skin against skin filled the room, Satan´s moans were muffled as he bit down on MC´s breasts, twirling his tongue around her nipple. She shudders as she bounces herself in, pushing him down to the bed, he complies and is mesmerized with the view on top of him.

She bewitched him in all senses, his mind clouded with the fervor of having her in such a filthy manner. She was the only delusion he could fully indulge in without losing his pride, his affection knew no bounds if it was his one and only lover.

Satan grabbed MC´s waist as he started thrusting into her at a hurry, he couldn´t concentrate on anything anymore as she stabilized herself on his chest. Her back arched at the pleasure, as soon as he was sure she wouldn´t fall off, his hand traveled from her waist to her center to stimulate her so her walls could suck him dry. MC´s body jolts briefly as her orgasm approaches, her whines and moans get louder as she pleads mercy from him.

To her, Satan was completely lost on his element. Some of his blonde hair strands were sticking to his forehead, green eyes half lidded as he only stared at her in awe, mouth open gasping for air, cheeks flushed red, his neck was full of bites and scratches and so were his shoulders, MC could see exactly were their skins met. His free hand sank on her flesh, his grip cutting a little wound on her body making MC cry in pain. The feeling of her orgasm hitting her as pain and pleasure became one, the sensation only being topped with the overstimulation of Satan thrusting inside of her at a ferocious pace to reach for his own orgasm with a loud squealing noise.

Both of them panted as MC´s body gave up completely and fell on top of Satan who remained quiet as he hugged her tightly feeling himself go soft inside of her.

"Was this a heads up for when I have to study 'how to seduce a demon to give me his kids' lesson 1: be me" MC says tiredly, making Satan laugh and squeeze her.

"Shut up, if you want my kids so badly then better get studying because I will not have kids with a lazy procrastinating ass like yours." Satan jokes back getting himself a lazy slap on his chest, making him chuckle.

"Fine! But only because our kids will hate me if I make them stupid."

#satan is the type to crack a joke or two after a quick session #obey me smut #.val thirst's⛈#obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me scenarios #obey me mc #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me satan x mc #obey me satan x reader #obey me satan #obey me satan x you #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me writing #obey me shall we date satan

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