because it doesn't make sense


"That’s a really nice scarf."
requested by candyumbrella


Sterek AU: Stiles has been madly in love with his TA ever since he stood up in Physics 101 and started waxing lyrical about gravity and the theory of relativity. His original plan was to blow Derek away with his mental prowess but after he got his first quiz back it was pretty clear that that wasn’t going to happen any time soon (it’s kinda hard to concentrate on physics when there’s 200 pounds of muscle and eyebrows at the front of class). Now he’s taken to stalking accidentally being in the vicinity of Derek in the hopes that his dashing good looks and charm will attract Derek’s attention. 

This is probably going to go about as well as that physics quiz. 


Make me choose between…
Anonymous asked: Humankind or The Universe?

"Stars die and are born in places like this one […] They condense like raindrops from giant clouds of gas and dust. They get so hot that the nuclei of the atoms fuse together deep within them to make the oxygen we breathe, the carbon in our muscles, the calcium in our bones, the iron in our blood, all of it was cooked in the fiery hearts of long-vanished stars. You, me, everyone…we are made of star stuff.” - Neil deGrasse Tyson


Hold on, to me as we go / As we roll down this unfamiliar road / And although this wave is stringing us along / Just know you’re not alone / Cause I’m going to make this place your home / x /


Teen Wolf - STEREK AU - Stiles’ prom  

Derek refuses to go to prom with Stiles. He knows it’s for Stiles’ own good, but it doesn’t help with the feeling that he’s just made the biggest mistake of his life. And he made a lot of them.


Like why bother with something not good just because it’s something?
Especially when you know the difference. Which not many people do. I mean, do you?


Tell me, mellon, when did we allow evil to become stronger than us? 


his dark materials - name meanings

it’s terrifying to me how korra/atla can have brutal murders, suicide, genocide, full-on war, child abuse, torture, and more… and people only get up in arms about it being on a children’s network when two girls are in love. two girls that are holding hands. honestly, what kind of society do we even live in.


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I mean, think about it—Science as a mean drunk, taking vicious pleasure in pointing out all of Scifi’s inaccuracies; Scifi sitting there silently with thinned lips and arms crossed, refusing to return fire. (Because it’s not like Science doesn’t have flaws Scifi could bring up—who is it that forgets to bring passion to this relationship, huh? Who gets too laser-focused on methodology and publishpublishpublish, on sigfigs and minute changes on screens, and forgets that once you stared up at the stars or down into microscope and went, oh; went, more. Well, Science? Well?)

Imagine them working together (because they do they always have, sparks and tinder) Scifi scrolling through the latest Nature articles for inspiration as Science tries to design an experiment; Science harassing Scifi as its trying to bang out a new chapter. Both of them subsist on coffee and ramen, and doodle in the edges of notebooks when they’re supposed to be listening to lab managers or agents.

Imagine them in bed (because sparks and tinder—then the fire) Scifi traces the wave functions of Science’s body, and once on Science’s birthday (they never decided when that was, and humanity doesn’t remember—it was so long ago) Scifi put on a show, naming all the bones in the body in Latin, yeah baby.

(Although that one is sort of for both of them, since they agree on names—for different reasons, of course. For Science, they order the universe, family-genus-species all laid out, ions rendered ides or ates according to their nature. But Scifi spends a lot of time with Fantasy, and a little something has rubbed off—an almost mystic respect for names, for quantum breathed like it means philosopher’s stone; for lightyear and God particle and photon. But then again, for both of them it comes down to the power of the name, to build worlds on it.)

And Science runs its fingertips along Scifi’s shoulder, listening to it talk about the ethics of organ transplantation and personhood in the context of transhumanism and humanity’s place in a galaxy of other intelligent species—

You’re so soft, Science marvels.

You know you love it, Scifi laughs in return.