if u ever feel down, remember that rei said that he wouldn’t embarrass himself again but ended up drowning like 26897292 times
if u ever feel like ur not the smartest kid in class, remember that makoto still believed that Pangaea was a continent
if u ever feel lost, sosuke’s there with you unless he got lost himself
if u ever feel scared af going to dentist to get those molars removed, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD REMEMBER THAT RIN HAS IT MUCH WORSE
if u ever feel judged for what you eat, remember that haru gives zero crap about what anyone else says bc mackerel is his life as well as water
if u ever feel down on a rainy day,
nagisa’s sunshine attitude will make it sunny again
if u ever feel as tho ur afraid to socialize, remember that nagisa and momo aren’t scared to talk to big people
if u ever feel that ur having a hard time trying to look nice before going out, remember ur not alone. haru had trouble deciding which swimsuit he wanted to wear before going out
if u ever feel like ur not good at drawing, remember that nagisa and rei’s self portraits of each other resembled a 2nd grader’s artistic skills but hey they didn’t care
if u ever feel that your grades are sinking like rei because of lack of sleep or whatever, remember that rei fell asleep in class multiple times and still earned high grades.
the thought ‘oh my god, I’m old’ probably passes through Viktor’s head on a semi regular basis, like when it takes more moisturizer than usual to cover the expanse of his forehead or when he’s trapped in a car listening to Yurio’s favorite band of the moment and is this even music???
but what about when he complains about his aching joints during practice and it occurs to Yuuri for the first time, ‘he’s getting older.’ Four years never seemed significant when it was the difference between 23 and 27. But what about 66 and 70 or 76 and 80?
Nervous late night Google searches reveal that men are at a higher risk for prostate cancer at 50, heart disease at 45. 45! It’s such a small number, and Yuuri doesn’t know the medical history of Viktor’s family which is concerning. He tries to skate around the issue for a while (it’s what he’s best at, after all), but Viktor can’t not notice how his husband has started staring into space for worryingly long intervals or how he’s traded out the contents of their liquor cabinet for red wine.
Viktor finally intervenes when Yuuri cries over their wedding photos and tries to feed Viktor a plate of broccoli for dinner in the same night. It doesn’t take much persuading (just a hand on Yuuri’s hip and a kiss to his nape with a whispered, “what’s on your mind, my love?”) before Yuuri confesses his worries in a teary, snotty, messy deluge of unintelligible hiccupped whines and slurred words.
Viktor holds Yuuri in his lap–stroking his hand through his hair–and reminds him that he’s still young, is in very good health, and freak accidents aside, just wants to spend whatever time he’s allotted living happily with the love of his life.
“How could my heart ever be unhealthy when I have you in it?” Viktor asks, kissing the glistening trail of wetness of Yuuri’s cheek.
“Oh my god,” Yuuri sniffles and chokes on a soggy giggle. “You’re so cheesy.”
“But not so cheesy as to be unhealthy.” Viktor laughs along with Yuuri.
“What started all this, anyway?” He asks when Yuuri’s breathing has returned to a normal rate. ‘Please god don’t let it be my hair.’ “Was it my hair?”
“Vitya,” Yuuri’s tone is scolding. He smiles cheekily and ruffles his fingers through Viktor’s hair, squealing when Viktor grabs him by the waist and wrestles him down on the couch.
Viktor stares into Yuuri’s face–swollen-eyed but beautiful–and feels so very in love. He leans down and pecks Yuuri on the nose. “But seriously, Yura, is it my–”
the proto-indo-european word for horse, ekwos (which shows up in other indo-european languages, such as the latin equus and the greek ἵππος), very possibly comes from an adjective h₁eḱus, meaning “swift”
so basically at some point people were coming up with a word for horse and they were like "it’s the thing that goes nyoom”
proto-indo-european dude #1: hmm what should we call this animal PIE dude #2: let’s call them Speedy Boys cause theyre fast PIE dude #1: shit dude they sure are
The South African springhare (Pedetes capensis), or springhaas in Afrikaans, is not actually a hare, but a rodent. It is one of two living species in the genus Pedetes, and is native to southern Africa. The East African springhare (Pedetes surdaster) was recognised by Matthee and Robinson in 1997 as a species distinct from the southern African springhare (P. capensis) based on genetic, morphological, and ethological differences. P. capensis from South Africa has fewer chromosomes (2n= 38) than does P. surdaster which has (2n = 40) and some other genetic variations. The East African springhare is found in central and southern Kenya and most of Tanzania.
