L e t   m e   k n o w was about pain, uneasiness, uncertainty. It was about the darkness that came with the kind of love people called love because they didn’t know what else to call it.  It was about the loneliness that accompanied falling for a person who wouldn’t take the leap for you. It was about holding on to things that were long lost, or had never been there to begin with.” 

-3:47 by @mrsmon


사랑의 물리학 /Physics of Love

사랑의 물리학 

질량의 크기는 부피와 비례하지 않는다 

제비꽃같이 조그마한 그 계집애가 
꽃잎같이 하늘거리는 그 계집애가
지구보다 더 큰 질량으로 나를 끌어당긴다.
순간, 나는
뉴턴의 사과처럼
사정없이 그녀에게로 굴러 떨어졌다
쿵 소리를 내며, 쿵쿵 소리를 내며

하늘에서 땅까지 아찔한 진자운동을 계속하였다
(김인육·시인, 1963-) 

Physics of Love

Mass is not proportional to volume

A girl as small as a violet
A girl who moves like a flower petal
is pulling me towards her with more force than her mass.
Just then, I am
like Newton’s apple
I rolled towards her without stopping until I fell on her 
with a thump, with a thump thump

My heart 
keeps bouncing between the the sky and the ground
It was my first love. 

(Kim In Yook·Poet, 1963-) 

Jimin has a weakness for the tsundere maknae!?

JM: First we should make a name for our unit. How about Between Love and Friendship? Doesn’t that fit our relationship exactly?

JK: [Pulling a sour face] Um~. Well…It’s okay.

JM: Just because it’s called Love doesn’t mean it’s anything weird! It’s brotherly love, Brotherly! Love! It means the relationship between brothers and friends, so don’t misunderstand!

JK: Nobody did [laughs]

I’ve got this one post-hs ending idea involving Aradia thats equal parts goofy and sad like

Ok so Aradia isn’t super close with everyone on the new Earth (she wasn’t apart of the meteor crew, she wasn’t with John and Jade, and she doesn’t even know the alphas + calliope), but as they soon find out, she knows a lot of weirdly intimate details about each and every one of them. They realize that it’s because she’s talked to many versions of them through the dream bubbles, but then it becomes a desperate guess to figure out what does Aradia know about me?? What did another version of myself tell her????

I imagine it would be really awkward for everyone because.. I mean imagine it. They barely know her, even those who’d call her a friend haven’t seen her in years, and yet she knows all these things about them and they dont even know what they could be. Does she know that embarrassing crush one person had on another? Does she know Karkat’s tickle spots?? Does she know about John’s poetry??? How much does she know and what would she potentially tell someone else??? And no one can just ask her because it’s not like she can list off everything she knows about someone, so they can only assume what she knows

This would also come as a blessing in disguise, though. When Jane as a massive panic attack, Aradia somehow knows just the right way to coax her to a safety. When Kanaya won’t eat, Aradia knows just the food that’ll bring her appetite back. Like, yea, its still weird that she knows these things that they hadn’t personally told her, but she knows and she just wants to help

It also becomes really sad because I mean?? Aradia sees them all as close friends, but they don’t view her in the same way, and she knows and respects this. They won’t put in the same effort for her, because they don’t know her the same way, but she doesn’t fault them for it. And what about secrets that they don’t want her knowing??? And they can’t ask her about it and

idk this post came out longer and more disjointed than i anticipated. i just love aradia a lot shes a good friend

The Bracelet - (Sherlolly Ficlet)

Because @sherlollysmooch and also @geekyangie, @holnnes.

Also on AO3 & FF.Net

Sherlock’s hands were shaking. While usually a sign that he desperately needed a fix, this time he needed something to anchor him to the one person he couldn’t lose. He had thought a lot about it and the usual ways of wooing a woman wouldn’t work. He thought back to childhood when things were simpler and he didn’t have to think too much - or at least it felt like it.

It’s where he got the idea to put this small thing together. He wanted her to remember him as the man who would do these small things for her when he could be doing productive things like solving the case Lestrade had been trying to get him involved in for the past week. It was easily a 3. Not big enough.

Thus he took a trip to visit his parents to find the old tin with all the beading and elastic ties that he needed. He could feel his mother hovering but she let him be knowing that this was somehow very important. By the time he was done she smiled behind him at the letters that combined into a small phrase that was the closest thing that he could amass to how he felt, truly.

“The woman who works in the morgue?” She questioned although she already knew.

He made a noncommittal noise as he stood up pocketing the gift that he had made. He began to leave the room before doubling back, “Could you keep this to yourself, Mummy?”

She didn’t give him an answer although he already knew. Of course, William.

Sherlock made it up the stairs to Molly’s home. The last time he had been here was to aid Molly in taking a night with his best friends child. He used the key she had finally given him a few months ago after he exasperated her with enough lock picking to age her.

It was nothing she said.

It made him fall for her more. A key meant trust. He hoped he never would find himself on the other side of it.

He found her curled up on the sofa with a romance novel laying on her chest. He didn’t think just took the more available hand and fished the bracelet our of his pocket. He carefully placed it on her wrist before resuming her other position.

He watched for a couple more moments before heading to the kitchen. He poured himself a cup of coffee without sugar. He felt as if he needed a strong cup.

A sign that he was contemplating something.

A time later, Molly woke and found a note on her book. “Look at your hand. -SH”

She looked at both before spotting the beaded addition to her forearm. She smiled at the letters.

She felt enamored by the sentiment, and promised to thank him when she saw him next in her own way.

She loved him too.

Fic Rec

Title: Deck the Hales with Mistletoe and Holly
Author: tryslora
Rating: M
Word Count: 32827
Status: Complete
Summary: Stiles recognizes that there are a number of reasons why this is a bad idea.


The one where Stiles manages to somehow imply that he might be dating his exceedingly hot TA for freshman lit, and ends up inviting him home for the holidays (along with his two crazy sisters) and really hopes that Lydia doesn’t find out he was lying and kill him before maybe he can make it so he’s not lying after all…

Words I didn’t know until Kate said them:
  • Disparity
  • Ubiquitous
  • Bona Fide
  • Maelstrom
  • Unequivocally
  • Subversion
  • Ostensibly
  • Nebulous
  • Hepatitis
  • Concerto
  • Fresco
  • Resplendent
  • Baruch Hashem
  • Undergirding
  • Prescient
  • Cadaver
  • Panoply
  • Hypoglycaemia
  • Parabola
  • Veggetti
  • Dichotomy
  • Eclectic
  • Analogous
  • Hubris
  • Rabble-rouser
  • Uncredible

There’s a little devil on my shoulder who still wants more of Sam falling for Bucky while he’s still in a relationship with Steve and everyone being stressed and in love and just give me the angst (with a happy ending because 2016 has been bad enough without crushing my ot3)!!