getting into mit

23 Black Female Scientists Who Changed The Damn World

Okay so prior to Alice, people had known for hundreds of years that a potential treatment to leprosy existed in the form of something called Chaulmoogra oil. It was too thick to effectively circulate through the body, but Alice Ball, science prodigy and chemist extraordinaire, was the one who FINALLY figured how to turn it into a working treatment. It’s thanks to her that a leprosy crisis was avoided in the early 1900s. Bless you, Alice.

Stay with me for a second because this is actual rocket science. Centaur is a second-stage rocket launcher: the workhorse of the rocket world used to propel countless probes and satellites into space. It’s been invaluable to NASA since its creation, first allowing the U.S. to catch up to the Soviet Union during the space race, and eventually propelling spacecrafts to land on the moon and fly by other planets in the solar system.

So yes: Annie Easley helped DO that. She also contributed energy research to power plants and electronic batteries, which enabled the creation of hybrid vehicles. Go ahead and thank Annie for those, too.

Prior to Jeanne, the impact of discrimination and its accompanying stress factors were rarely explored or acknowledged in relationship to health. She also researched the impact of racism on childhood development and ways to approach therapy that addressed the needs of people of color. And Jeanne broke a ton of ground for black psychologists through her roles in academia and her publications.

Jewel researched ways to alter cell growth AND experimented with growing human tumor tissue outside of the human body to use for cancer treatment tests (instead of testing on living people). As if that wasn’t enough, she also helped to form the National Science Foundation’s Committee on Women and Minorities in Science.

The chair of the U.S. Nuclear Regulatory Commission monitors the byproduct of nuclear reactors, so it’s a pretty big deal. Shirley also served on a bunch of advisory boards for international security and energy, AND she was the first black woman to get a Ph.D from MIT.

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23 Black Female Scientists Who Changed The Damn World

Zeus and Family Modern AU

-Zeus is the CEO of a multi billion dollar company.

-He’s one of those totally insane CEOs who’s always cliff jumping and spelunking and extreme camping in the arctic.

-He’s constantly cheating on his wife Hera, who he’s known for so long and so well that she’s basically her sister, and she knows about all the affairs but doesn’t file for divorce.

-He has two sons with her, Ares and Hephaestus and Ares is the rich play boy who loves guns and violence while Hephaestus is at MIT getting a degree in Mechanical Engineering and Design.

-He has a few other kids too, his daughter Athena was born before he married Hera, and she’s now a professor at Harvard and is getting a nobel prize in literature for her book on Ancient Greece.

-Then there’s Artemis and Apollo, the twins with one of Zeus’s mistresses, a model named Leto. Artemis is an olympic athlete and Apollo’s a movie star and recording artist.

-His son Hermes is business man who was raised far away from Zeus and is trying really hard to make it without telling everyone who his father was.

-His youngest son Dionysus is the wild child because Zeus raised him all on his own. He does a lot of partying and drugs and having sex and has gone to rehab multiple time.

-He has a ton more children and they’re always popping up all over the place cause the seem to be exceptional at doing weird things and whenever they pop up Hera just shakes her head

-Hephaestus’s girlfriend is Aphrodite, a model who he met through his dad. She’s going to design school in Rhode Island. Her and Ares have a little thing on the side.

-Zeus’s older brother Poseidon used to be a marine biologist but now he just sits on the beach and surfs all day and no one knows how he gets his money.

-Hera’s older sister Demeter is a gardener and farmer and whenever her daughter’s not off with her bad influence of a husband, Zeus’s brother Hades, Persephone helps her run the farm.

-Hades and Persephone run a funeral home and morgue, all wrapped into one and Demeter hates it.

Tony takes the red line.

It’s what he did, back in the day. Way, way back, he thinks ruefully, noticing his reflection in the car’s window and definitely seeing the silver in his hair. Christ. Where’d the time go?

Rhodey’s not silver. Rhodey’s almost three years older than him; shouldn’t he be silver now, too? He doesn’t look like he did in college, but still. Something the military feeds them, maybe.

He gets off at the Kendall/MIT stop, makes sure his hood is firmly in place. He finds that he gets recognized less than he used to. Something about looking more like a broken down old eccentric person than the man who used to be on magazine cover. He’d done a side-by-side with FRIDAY a month ago, the last time he was on the cover of TIME versus now. It wasn’t pretty.

But MIT is still the type of place people might recognize him. Even if it’s just by associating the idea of the place with him and being primed to see him. And Tony’s not here for the press mess today.

He keeps his head down and slides his sunglasses more firmly up his face as he emerges into sunlight, takes to the mostly still familiar streets.

He’d meant it, when he’d dished out tens of millions of dollars to these kids. The September Foundation has a board and charity benefits and real donors now, but the inaugural grant was mostly him, throwing a charity name at his money to give it an air of legitimacy so no one would sneeze on those who took it. They need these kids. They need a future full of brilliant minds unafraid to play and try and create.

He has a list, on his phone. Every recipient of the grant is required to submit their name and a vague description of what they’re working on–not enough to get him accused of corporate theft, just enough to know loosely where the money is going and, potentially, inventors that might be tapped for SI recruitment in the upcoming years–and Tony’s compiled a list of who he wants to drop in on today.

He picks up coffees first. It’s only polite. His mother would lose it if she saw him show up empty-handed.

The campus is…soothing, Tony realizes is the word. And it’s true what they say, isn’t it? You never really know what you have until it’s gone. Long gone, in his case.

Tony alternated between lectures he often barely needed, to lab time, to parties, and rarely to his bed. What would have happened if he sat outside for an afternoon? Lingered over lunch?

Probably something catastrophic would have happened. He’s a Stark, after all.

He finds his destination and knocks on the door. “Can I come in?”

Four kids look up at him, and Tony’s thankful for the coffee, for his ability to extend it in offering rather than have to wave or something.

Two of them are squinting at him, as if questioning themselves. The other two have already figured it out.

“What are you doing here, Mr. Stark?” One of the woman asks. “Is it…the September Foundation?”

“If you’re asking if there’s something up with the money, then nope. That’ll keep coming. I told you, strings free. I’m just…wondering if I can watch.”

There’s not exactly a ton of extra space, but Tony manages to perch himself awkwardly in a corner once invited.

“Do we…like, make you sign a non-disclosure agreement or something?” the guy asks.

“If you can draw up a NDA, then I’ll sign,” Tony promises. “Or I can cross my heart and hope to die if that works. Of course, I have full intention of poaching every member of this team in May.”

“Is this an…audition?”

“Nah,” Tony says. “I’ve already put your names down at SI. Understand that’s not an obligation on either side. Just the R&D guy expressing a preference. This, today…is a tired old guy wanting to crash in your lab. And I brought coffee,” he adds as an after-thought.

One of them snorts. They share a look as a group, and then shrug and get back to work.

Tony needs to know the world is going to be okay, regardless of what happens next. He needs to know that there are futurists everywhere, that there’s a lot of them seeing the problems of the world, each of them seeing their piece and taking it apart and making things happen.

Tony’s list of recipients he might want to check in on is long. There’s groups of them thinking and weapons and defense, about what might be coming. And Tony’s interested, but honestly sitting in their lab might well trigger a panic attack. Plus, if this exercise is to get him out of his head, to show him the wide world of problems being solved by those who will usurp his throne and he’ll gladly step aside for, then weapons isn’t the way to go.

There’s a kid who’s basically using Tony’s money to keep him in food and coffee while he attempts to solve one of the millennium problems. There’s a team who’s sequencing genes and might very well cure cancer within five years. There’s a group that’s redesigning airplane engines for fuel efficiency.

And then there’s these kids, who’re going to make the internet globally accessible. No more economic, geographic, or political barriers to the people’s access of free information.

It’ll probably lead to a world of people watching cat videos.

But who knows. There’s a futurist out there somewhere, a kid who sees things that need their unique touch, who doesn’t have the tools to change the world. And these kids might give that kid the tools.

Tony sinks into his chair and closes his eyes, listens to them argue out their work between frantic sips of coffee. The science, the math, the desperate dirty pure creation of it soothes something inside him.

He’ll leave this lab before four thirty, because that’s when FRIDAY will prompt him to be on his way so he can get himself to the plane and be on his way to a meeting in New York, the next session of fighting it out over the Accords. Then he’ll return to his own lab, where he’s getting ready for what he knows is coming, damn what others keep telling him. He saw it. He knows it.

But today, he’ll be able to go, knowing these kids are out here. Futurists, the lot of them, all of them leaving their mark on the world, taking it into the next generation. The world’s going to keep on turning. Airplanes will go faster, cancer research will improve lives, math will be the wonder it always is. People all over the world will take to exploring and learning and solving problems.

And yeah, Tony thinks. He can live with this kind of world.

Wear sunscreen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they’ve faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you, and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don’t worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing. 

Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts. Don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don’t waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind. The race is long and, in the end, it’s only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don’t.

Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You’ll miss them when they’re gone.

Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken at your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else’s.

Enjoy your body. Use it in every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.

Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.

Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly. 

Get to know your parents. You never know when they will be gone for good.

Be nice to your siblings. They’re your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyles, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do. you’ll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you’ll marry a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.

Don’t mess too much with your hair or by the time you’re 40 it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

—  Kurt Vonnegut’s commencement address at MIT in 1997

11 Korean books down, and the 12th is the first book-length non-fiction I’ve attempted to tackle. I love this podcast, so it follows that I would have to get my mits on the two books they’ve published. So far, this is exactly what I expect from these guys: an accessible, fun read!

Deutsian learns verb-preposition combinations: Day 4

So Deutsian is trying to be a little masochist to challenge himself and learn lots of verb-preposition combinations (350… or so… ) in … 10 days… yes he is mad. So anyway, we’re going to see after 10 days whether he successfully recalls all 350 and hopefully he can because he is very fed up of prepositions.

Alongside my learning I will be posting the list of ones I’ve worked on per day. So for today, we have to following:

Unter (these ones take the dative):

to suffer from X = unter X leiden
to understand “by” X = unter X verstehen
to distribue amongst X = unter X verteilen

Mit (takes dative):

to supply with X = mit X versorgen
to confuse with X = mit X verwechseln
to conform/correspond with X = mit X übereinstimmen
to antagonise with X = mit X ärgern
to deal with X [commerc.] = mit X handeln
to mess about/around with X = sich mit X abgeben
to sum [up] with X = mit X addieren
to commence/begin X = mit X anfangen
to stop with X = mit X aufhören
to argue with X = sich mit X auseinandersetzen
to argue with X = sich mit X aussprechen
to hurry up with X = sich mit X beeilen
to deal/engage with X = sich mit X befassen
to commence/begin X = mit X beginnen
to keep busy with X = sich mit X beschäftigen
to have a discussion with X = mit X diskutieren
to declare [e.g. one’s solidarity] with X = mit X erklären
to anticipate/expect X = mit X rechnen
to speak/talk to X = mit X reden
to argue with X = mit X streiten
to talk to over the phone with X = mit X telefonieren
to persuade with(?)/through X = mit X überreden
to talk/converse with X = sich mit X unterhalten
to combine with/connect to X = mit X verbinden
to arrange with X = mit X vereinbaren
to compare with X = mit X vergleichen
to negotiate with X = mit X verhandeln
to combine/link with X = mit X verknüpfen
to get along with X = sich mit X verstehen
to get along/make up with X = sich mit X vertragen
to hesitate in/with X = mit X zögern
to be connected/related with X = mit X zusammenhängen
to collide with X = mit X zusammenstoßen


All examples have been taken from 2 C1/C2 grammar books I have access too, and I have checked them with either dict.leo.org, dict.cc, linguee or Duden.

Enjoy my journey to masochism :-)

Tony Stark/Clint Barton Teen Boyfriends AU:

Tony Stark was the new transfer to SHIELD University. Rumors said that he was the first Stark in history to get kicked out of MIT. That’s nice, scholarship student Clint Barton thought wryly, yet another spoilt rich kid with Daddy’s Amex card and a shit load of useless attitude. He’d steer clear of him, Clint decided the day Natasha told him the news.

It was only obvious that his bad luck would make Stark his roommate. It was only obvious that he would become the only one to see beyond the Stark mask. It was really quite predictable that he would fall in love with the asshole who might not be all that much of an asshole after all. 

terezisexbuttpyrope  asked:

Voltron crew going to a university? Like an AU?

I really liked this one and am adding Matt to it because he’s important to me

Keith

  • Sad, starving art major.
  • Lives off ramen and prayer
  • Has his own apartment he lived in before going to school. He let Lance live there because?? More money for rent and food.
  • He’s a terrible roommate. He leaves a lot of hair in the shower and steals Lance’s food.
  • Still takes 8 a.m. classes because he’s a masochist.
  • Uses Lance as a model for a lot of his art and screams because Lance likes to move it move it (some times on purpose, sometimes not)
  • Has his fucking wall of conspiracy theories. It’s in the livingroom still. Lance hates it. They can’t have company over anymore. Keith needs to move that shit into his fucking bedroom.

Lance

  • He can’t decide if he wants to go into nursing or astronomy. As of right now, he hasn’t chosen his major. He’s probably going to go with astronomy.
  • Has changed his major at least five times.
  • Got in on a soccer scholarship
  • Still plays soccer for the school. He hates that he sometimes has to get up at the asscrack of dawn to practice, but he deals with it because playing is fun and he loves it and needs that sweet cash
  • Almost went into the air force and brags about how brave he is, even though he dropped out at the last second to go to college.
  • Dabbed with his English professor. 

Pidge

  • Freshman, but somehow very smart and not completely cringy? A rare breed. Still cringy, don’t get me wrong, but isn’t The Worst.
  • Chemistry/Physics dual major.
  • Has a mental breakdown at least twice a month, if not more.
  • All their classes are in the afternoon. Matt forced them to. “Don’t make the same mistakes as me. Save yourself.”
  • In the marching band and suffers from never being able to stay in fucking step while playing.

Hunk

  • Engineering major!!
  • Friends with Lance since elementary school. They both planned that they’d go to the same college and be next-door nabors when they were adults. (They even wanted to marry twins so that they’d be brother-in-laws.)
  • Honestly smart enough to get into MIT and Yale, but decided to go to a state school to be close to home and so he isn’t in debt for the rest of his life.
  • Tutors freshmen, especially with math and science. That’s how he met Pidge!
  • Joined a frat for two weeks before leaving and never going back.

Shiro

  • Astrobiology major
  • The senior that everyone loves and is friends with a bunch of underclassmen for some reason.
  • Refuses to bring alcohol to any parties where there’ll be anyone underage. 
  • Can’t get A Break
  • On the football team.
  • Has the Most school spirit! He gets all dressed up for spirit rallies and cheers on the sports teams at any game he can make it to. He’ll do his homework in the bleachers when his room gets cramped or his roomate has people over.

Allura

  • Going for a PhD in sociology.
  • Also a senior. She has her shit together. She lives in her own apartment, has a part time job at the frozen yogurt shop near the school, captain of the women’s basketball team, and somehow looks flawless daily.
  • Halsey’s #1 fan. Has dragged Shiro and Matt to one of her concerts and got them hooked on her music, too.
  • Her apartment has so many cacti. She really wanted a dog, but she’s so busy between basketball practice, school, work, and friends that the only thing she can have without killing are cacti.

Matt

  • Accounting major.
  • He’s that weird kid who does math for fun. He asks Pidge to write him calculus equations when he’s bored.
  • Spends more time in Shiro and Pidge’s dorms than his own. One of his rommates smokes constantly in there, so he just kind of crashes ast Shiro’s a lot.
  • The Gayest™. As soon as he moved into his dorm he came out to his parents, just in case they didn’t support him. But they did!! And he’s super happy that he can finally be himself around everyone.
  • Has gone to every single football game since he came to school and cheers so loud for Shiro (and Pidge, when they’re marching). He’s the overzealous kid who brings a cowbell and an airhorn.

General headcanons

  • Shiro also tries to keep his friends away from alcohol as much as possible, because none of them are legally allowed to yet. It’s hard though, and Keith and Lance will 100% start a drinking competition. 
  • He had to take them both to the ER one time after about 11 shots each. Neither really drinks anymore for fear of having their stomachs pumped again.
  • Shiro and Matt met in their Calculus class because they’re giant nerds. They sat next to each other and became friends using math jokes.
  • Everyone goes to Allura’s games and cheers her on
  • Allura, Shiro, and Matt call themselves the Senior Squad
  • Hunk, Keith, and Lance are the Sophomore Squad
  • Pidge is the Fucking Freshman
  • Everyone cries at graduation, but like they all stay in the same area and hang out later that week??
  • Everyone makes fun of Pidge by saying shit like “When I was your age” and, whenever they do anything, in an annoyed tone “Freshmen.”
  • Hunk, Pidge, and Lance once broke into the school’s website and rerouted every link to the music video of Rick Astley’s Never Gonna Give You Up.
Fic: Midnight Showing

Based on the Olicity prompt “Star Wars” from @imusuallyobsessed. Read it on Ao3 or below. Enjoy! 

Midnight Showing

There was someone next to Oliver in a Wookie costume. A freaking Wookie costume. How he had let his sister talk him into this he did not know.

“Tell me again why we had to see this thing at midnight?”

“Because, Ollie, that’s what you do! Look at all these people here! Isn’t it so exciting to be here and see the newest Star Wars movie for the first time RIGHT when it is released?” Thea was hopping up and down with her excitement, and probably a little bit from the candy she had consumed.

His ten-year-old sister had begged him to drive her here for the midnight showing of Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith. He couldn’t believe their parents had agreed to this, since she had school the next day, but Thea Queen had built it up into quite a production so that no one could resist.

“You’re probably going to fall asleep before the movie is over,” Oliver said. “That is, if we can even get in the building.” The line they were in wrapped around the building. Although he enjoyed Star Wars, he would not have chosen to come to a midnight showing on his own. Still, he had to admit there was a sense of excitement in the air.

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Verben mit Präposition

(Tut mir schrecklich Leid, dass es so lang ist!)
Viele haben ständig Problemen mit Verben, die feste Präpositionen brauchen.

Leider gibt es keine Regeln - Jedes Verb muss mit seinem eigenen Präposition gelernt werden. Glücklicherweise hab’ ich einen Auswahl der gebräuchlichsten Verben mit Präposition.

Verben, die den Akkusativ brauchen

achten auf - to pay attention to
sich anpassen an - to adapt oneself to
sich ärgern über - to get annoyed with/about
sich bemühen um - to strive for
sich bewerben um - to apply for
jdn bitten um - to ask someone for
bürgen für - to vouch for
jdm danken für - to thank someone for
denken an - to think about
sich freuen auf - to look forward to
sich freuen über - to be pleased about/with
geraten unter - to come under (unter Beschuss geraten)
sich/jdn. gewöhnen an - to get used to 
glauben an - to believe in
jdn halten für - to take someone for 
herrschen über - to rule over
hoffen auf - to hope for
sich interessieren für - to be interested in 
sich konzentrieren auf - to concentrate on
sich kümmern um - to take care of
lachen über - to laugh about
nachdenken über - to think about, to reflect on
sorgen für - to take care of
sich sorgen um - to worry about 
staunen über - to marvel at
sich verlassen auf - to rely on, to count on
sich verlieben in - to fall in love with
sich vertiefen in - to immerself onself in
vertrauen auf - to rely on, to trust in
verzichten auf - to waive (auf ein Recht verzichten)
sich/jdn. vorbereiten auf - to prepare for
warten auf - to wait for
sich wundern über - to wonder about

Verben, die den Dativ brauchen

abhängen von - to depend on
anfangen mit - to get started with
jdn. ärgern mit - to be troubled with
aufhören mit - to finish with
sich/jdn. befreien von - to get rid of
sich/jdn befreien aus - to get out of
beginnen mit - to begin with
sich/jdn. beschäftigen mit - to spend time on
jdn. erkennen an - to recognize someone as
sich erkundigen bei/nach - to enquire with (bei) / about (nach)
jdn. fragen nach - to ask someone about
gehören zu - to belong to (”Meine Katze gehört mir”, “Meine Katze gehört zu einer Gruppe)
sich irren in - to be wrong about
leiden an - to suffer from (z.B einer Kranheit)
leiden unter - to suffer under (z.B dem Lärm)
sich/jdn. schützen vor - to protect oneself/something from harm
sich sehnen nach - to desire, to long for
(es/etw.) zu tun haben mit - to have something to do with (es hat nichts damit zu tun)
jdn. warnen vor - to warn about
zweifeln an - to doubt

Verben, die entweder den Dativ oder den Akkusativ nehmen können (viele dürfen auch zusammen verwenden)

sich bedanken bei (D) - to thank someone (Ich bedanke mich bei dem Eltern)
sich bedanken für (A) - to thank for (Ich bedanke mich für das Geschenk)
>>>Ich bedanke mich bei meinen Eltern für das Geschenk
sich beklagen bei (D) - to complain to
sich beklagen über (A) - to complain about 
sich beschweren bei (D) - to complain to
sich beschweren über (A) - to complain about
>>>Wenn man sich über etwas beschwert, gibt es Schuld an jemand. Man verwendet “sich beklagen bei/über”, wenn es keine Schuld gibt und er findet etwas halt nicht gut
sich rächen an (D) - to take revenge on
sich rächen für (A) - to take revenge for 
rechnen mit (D) - to count on sth (Ich rechne mit deiner Hilfe)
rechnen auf (A) - to count on sb (Ich rechne auf dich) 
schreiben an (D) - to write about
schrieben an (D) über (A) -  to write to … about
sterben an (D) - to die of (einer Krankheit)
sterben für (A) - to die for (eine Idee)
sich streiten mit (D) - to argue with
sich streiten um (A) - to argue about
sich unterhalten mit (D) - to chat with
sich unterhalten über (A) - to chat about

Prioritizing winning over your debate crush

An AU where T’challa is still prince of Wakanda but Tony came from a lower middle class family who managed to get into MIT on a scholarship. I’d like a situation where they meet and are clearly drawn to each other but Tony doesn’t know that T’challa’s royalty.

And T’challa doesn’t know whether he wants to tell Tony or not because it’s been such a long while since somebody has treated him like a normal person and not like the prince he is. He fears that if he tells Tony, it would ruin everything and he doesn’t want that. 

It’s basically about T’challa and Tony’s growing romance but T’challa keeping his real identity from Tony. 

Identity porn?

anonymous asked:

AHHH I just found your blog and it maKES ME SO HAPPY THERE ARE OTHER LGBT FEMALES AROUND IN SCIENCE ;; I'm a junior in highschool (lower sixth where I'm from~) and I'm coming up to applying to Unis. I'm applying to MIT and I was wondering whether you had ever considered applying there and like what your opinion on MIT is? Sorry if this is a somewhat weird question or if you've answered this before,,,

ahhh oh man, so I did apply to MIT for undergrad but I did not get in (fun fact I only got into state schools because elite coastal institutions don’t like midwesterners, and also I was a good college applicant but not like an outstanding one).

Although, looking back, I’m glad I didn’t get into/go to MIT because I really don’t think I would have liked it. I’m much better suited for the more laid back (but still excellent) environment of a state research institution than a highly competitive engineering school, not in the least because I ended up on the bio side of chemistry, and not as an engineer or physicist. But, a lot of that has to do with me and my own personality, so far be it from me to tell you that you wouldn’t like it.

I will say though, expand your thinking beyond just elite coastal institutions (if you haven’t already), because there’s a lot of amazing science being done at all sorts of schools all over the world, and not just the ones you’ve heard of. 

Lass uns Abende am See verbringen. Zusammen Drogen nehmen in der Hoffnung, dass sie stärker sind als alles andere. Lass uns rummachen und einfach alles vergessen.

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Best Jiles Quotes

Funny how it’s only been eight episodes, but there are so many beautiful quotes between them. And if you strip them from the show…they sound so romantic and out of a romance novel.

Episode 1:

“I mean, even his hair cut reeks of pretension.”

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Episode 2:

“What’s up with pretty boy….?”

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“Oh, I got you now pretty boy.”

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Episode 3:

“You and me; together at last.”

“You wanna be my partner? I thought you hated me?”

“Don’t get me wrong, I do. I really do. But, Park seems to love you. So. Wherever you go, I go.”

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“So, prove me wrong.”

“Fine.”

“Great.”

‘Great.”

“Great.”

‘(Reminds me of sonny and chad, who ended up dating…)

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“Hey, space cadet, you coming?”

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“And uh, where are you going?” *smirk*

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“But, detention isn’t so bad.”

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“…I thought nothing happened to the amazing Miles.”

“I don’t know what to tell you, man. I guess I’m not the teacher’s pet afterall.”

“What are you grinning about?”

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*concerned* “Miles is sick?”

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Episode 4:

none :(

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Episode 5:

“I hope he’s okay.”

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“You know this is an art school, right bro?”

“…..for some reason he left me in charge, bro.”

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“Why, you play?”

“They don’t call my mad skills playing.”

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“Hey Jax, where ya going?”

“Going to whoop your butts.”

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“I hit the ball, Jax hit the ball!” 

“This is the part where you’re supposed to run.”

“oh, right!”

*Miles fondly watches*

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“Should’ve known better.” *smiles and shakes head*

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“You didn’t have to come, ya know.”

“You didn’t have to help me.”

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“You coming to the next game?”

“Wouldn’t miss it. But then maybe you can help me practice first.”

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Episode 6:

“Hey, bro.”

“Hey.”

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“Maybe he’s going through something.”

‘What do you mean?”

“I’m just saying, cut the guy some slack. You never know what’s going on in someone’s personal life.”

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Episode 7:

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I underestimated you. That’s nice production work.”

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“She’s really good.”

‘I thought you were on my hype, man.”

“But you’re way better.”

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Episode 8:

“Broseph!”

“Action-jackson!”

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“It’s nice to have an actual friend around here.”

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“What happened to you last night on minecrat?”

“dude, it was like 2AM.”

“So what, you needed your beauty sleep?”

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“I know this is gonna sound lame, but hanging out with Miles makes me feel like i’m not sick.”

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“You sure you got enough energy for all that?” (concerned)

“Why wouldn’t I have enough energy?”

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“No, I’m good.”

“No, you need to eat.”

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“Alright, lets make some magic.” 

“Get your greasy mits off the equipment.”

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*sees Miles getting a headache* “Dude, we need to shut this down.”

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“Miles…he might not be here next year.”

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“Did you eat? did you go to class? Did you even meet up with Alya?”

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“I’m worried about you, man. I need a friend here to make this crazy place seem less crazy.”

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“Get Jax.”

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“Are you all good?”

“Just a little shaken.”

“How about us? Are we good?”

“As long as you make that new album with me…next year.”

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I can’t wait for more!

Ms. Powers- Part 6

Ms. Powers Part 1

Ms. Powers Part 2

Ms. Powers Part 3

Ms. Powers Part 4

Ms. Powers Part 5


As she heard what he said Natasha spoke to the team, “Barton fly the kids back to base. Key, I need another jet here stat.” She looked at Captain now who looked at her confused. “We can’t take her on board with all those kids, they were already freaked, imagine if they saw he like this.”

“How are you so calm about this,” Steve said a sounding worried and little furious.

“She’s not dead Cap, calm down.”

“She has no puls-”

“It only feels like she doesn’t,” she interrupted. “Her pulse is there it’s just so weak that you can’t detect it.” She shook her head at you, “I told her she should have gotten sleep.”

“What does her sleep have to do with this situation?”

“She used up a good amount of energy last night and didn’t sleep at all so she didn’t have much -at least much to her standard- when we left today. She knew she’d have enough energy to handle the fighting but I’m guessing she didn’t account that she’d have to make a forcefield around her and six kids while a huge bomb detonated right above her and sent a four story building on top of her. Cap, if she were dead that force field wouldn’t have stayed up after she died.”

“We’ll shes unconscious and it stayed up,” he pointed out.

“She’s talented like that. She’s had 300 and some years to perfect her powers and mental strength. I don’t know how she does it but she does. Whatever she did- she was able to command her body to use whatever energy it could muster to protect the kids.”

Jet 00972 ready for lift off,” a member of your former team called through their connection.

“Carry her to the jet,” Nat said standing up.

“Is that safe for her?”

“Trust me Cap, she’s fine,” he picked you up gently and followed Nat to the Jet.

******

The whole team landed 30 minutes after you, Nat and Steve, on base. They got updated that the kids were being brought home to their families later that night right before they stepped off and got a ride to the medical center on base. “What’s going on,” Tony asked as he entered the hospital room you were being kept in. Steve and Nat sat right next to your bed on opposite side and Fury was leaning against the back corner. Bruce went to pick up your medical chart but there was nothing there. “Is she in a coma,” Bruce asked.

“No,” Fury stated. “she’s…sleeping…I guess you could call it.”

“Then why did we hear Rogers say that she had no pulse,” Tony barked.

“Y/N is able to hold more energy that regular humans. While we can go about our lives and sleep for 6 hours a night she can sleep extremely little and still perform her powers. The thing is she has to be careful that she doesn’t use all her energy in whatever she is doing if she hasn’t slept an adequate amount. She knows how much is too much for her, but today, after shielding the base all last night and getting no sleep, she used all her energy on the mass shield she used to protect her and the kids. When she uses all her energy like that she goes into this super sleep. She doesn’t need to eat or drink she just goes into this deep sleep where her body rejuvenated itself.”

“My father does something like this,” Thor commented. “We call it the ‘Odinsleep,’”

“Couldn’t it be dangerous for her? If this happened to her in the middle of a battle couldn’t someone shoot her point blank and call it a day,” Tony asked.

Natasha shook her head, “That’d be impossible.”

“How so,” Banner asked.

Natasha looked at Fury and he nodded at her unspoken question. Natasha pulled a knife out of her boot and, before any of the Avengers could protest, plunged the knife down to your heart.

Everybody screamed. “Are you crazy,” Steve shot up from his chair seeing Nat hold the knife on your heart!

“Calm down Rogers,” Clint said unphased by what had happened. Everyone turned their attention back to Nat and you and saw what he meant. Nat lifted up the knife for everyone to see. The knife looked like Thor had hammered it in half. “Her skin becomes impenetrable in this state. Did you really think I’d kill one of my best friends?” All the Avengers, except Clint, shrugged.

Banner went full scientist on her upon hearing this. “How is that possible,” he said walking closer to you and taking a close look at your skin.

“You heard her say that she heals quickly didn’t you,” Fury asked and they nodded. “Well another part of her abilities includes having literal thick skin. If she wanted she could make it so her skin was like this in battle and nothing could pierce it; it’d just take a little more focus and energy, but when she goes into this state her body’s natural instincts take over and it does this to protect her from any outside threat.”

“Fascinating,” Bruce muttered. “If we could mirror this technology we could create a synthetic, lightweight, bulletproof material for our soldiers.”

“Easy Geek-Squad,” Banner commented.

“We’ve already tried Dr. it’s something we can’t get close to,” Nick informed him.

“How long with she sleep,” Thor asked the Director.

“We don’t know. It’s different every time. It all depends on how much sleep she’s had recently and exactly how much energy she burned through. All we can do is wait,” he said much to the team’s dismay.

******

The events leading up to the bomb replayed in your mind as you came to. You, running in the basement room and seeing the children. You spoke to them Arabic so they’d understand you. “I’m going to get you somewhere safe, ok?” You picked the youngest of the group, a cute little girl, and took the hand of another. “Follow me kids,” just as you were about to reach the stairs you heard the faint hum of a machine and a beep. You reacted faster than you could process what you had heard and threw up a force field around u and the kids. Right as you did so a wave of heat came from the room you had just sent Tony out of minuets before. Knowing the strength of the bomb and that they building would be falling on you you sent all you could into the field around the children. In those quick moments you had gathered all the children under you as you knelt over them to further shield them with your body. Another wave was sent out by the bomb and that’s the last thing you remembered.

The first thing that always came back to you was your hearing. You heard pages turning and a tune being hummed. from your left side.

The next thing that returned was your sense of touch. You felt your toes wiggle under a blanket.

You opened your eyes and saw Steve sitting to your left, flipping through a small book, mindlessly humming a familiar tune. “Steve,” your voice was a little hoarse. He looked at you and quickly put down his book as he sat on the edge of his seat.

“Hey,” he leaned over towards you and held a cup of water out to you. “How are you feeling?”

You took a deep breath. “I feel good. I feel like I need a double cheeseburger but, I feel good. What are you doing here?”

“I didn’t want to leave you alone.”

“That’s really nice,” you smiled at him. “Wait, how long have I been out?”

He looked down at his watch. “29 hours.”

“29…not bad Y/N. Not bad,” you said to yourself. “I feel bad that you were here the whole time, I’m not much fun when I get like this,” you joked. “Usually I just wake up and walk out,” you said getting up. That didn’t stop him from opening his arms, ready to catch you if you tripped or fell. “Really,” he asked.

“Yeah, really. Once I’m up I’m good. See,” you did a quick spin and shimmy and stood back up straight, “all good. But I wasn’t joking about that burger I’m starving. Want to go grab lunch?”

Steve stood in awe at your ability to bounce back so quickly. “Sure,” he let out a laugh. “Good because I know this great burger place about 30 minutes away.” You and Steve started walking out of the hospital, “Hey Trish,” you smiled at a nurse. You were about to walk towards the garage when Steve stopped you. “Ugh, Y/N, don’t you want to change first?” You looked down and saw that you were still in your uniform.

“Good point,” you turned towards your house. “Feel like making a pit stop?” You two walked to your house on base and he told you how the case had wrapped up and how you managed to give him a scare when he saw you like that.

“Was that Glenn Miller,” you asked Steve out of nowhere. “Back at the hospital, when I woke up you were humming. Was that In the Mood by Glenn?” Steve thought about it and nodded his head.

“How did you know that,” he asked in disbelief.

“I’m old remember,” you smirked as you opened the door to your house. “Make yourself comfortable, I’ll be right back.” You went into your room and changed into a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. “Ready,” you asked as you came back out. “Would you be opposed to getting the garage quicker,” you asked smiling as you shut your front door.

“No,” he smiled back trying to figure you out, “Do you have a car?”

“Hold on Cap,” before he knew it the base was passing him by in a blur and he was standing in front of the base ‘garage.’ He felt your arms unsnake from around him.

“That was…amazing. I didn’t realize you could move that fast.”

“For food I can,” you both laughed at your joke. “My cars are this way,” you lead him to the elevator and pressed the button for the very bottom. “Please state your name,” the elevator asked. “Director General Y/N Whitmore.” The elevator let out a ding and started moving down into the earth. “I keep my rides down here that way the other agents and recruits can’t get their mits on them,” you smiled. When the elevator doors opened Steve was surprised to see so many cars. “Don’t worry they all aren’t mine. We keep the high ranking agent’s and officer’s personal cars down here. You stopped in front of the car you’d be take and pressed the unlock button on your keys. The car lit up….as did Steve’s face. “I thought you were more of a bike guy?”

He widened his eyes and looked back at the car, “What is this thing?”

“An Aston Martin One-77. Perk of working for S.H.I.E.L.D,” you got his attention, “no speed limits,” you said happily and hopped in the car.

“This is the place,” you two pulled up to a small bar in the small town 30 minutes from base.

“Sweet land,” Steve said getting out of the car. “I’m only joking…a little,” he added as he saw the look you gave him. “It’s just that when you said 30 minutes I didn’t realize that it was 30 minutes when you drove.” He was playing at the fact that they only time you were under 100 mile per hour the whole drive was when stopped at signs and lights.

“What’s wrong Steve, can’t handle speed?”

“I’ve jumped out of planes without a parachute. I think I can handle your driving.”

“Come on let’s eat.” You led Steve into the bar and sat down in your usual booth.

“Hey Y/N,” Mark the bartender called as you took your seat.

“Hey Mark,” you smiled in his direction. “I’ll have two burgers, the usual to drink, and,” you looked at Steve. “And whatever good beer you’ve got,” Steve added. “The usual,” he questioned you.

“I come here semi-often,” you shrugged and giggled. “You’re gonna love the burgers.” Conversation between the two of you came easy. You both talked about what the world was like when you were growing up and anything else that came to mind.

“What about all your old boyfriends,” Steve asked nervously. Had you been really listening you would have been able to hear his heart beat quicken. You finished chewing the large bit of your burger and responded. “You mean my one old boyfriend.”

“You’ve only had one boyfriend,” he was very surprised.

“Why does that shock you? Because I’m so old.”

“No, no, that’s not what I meant. Well, I guess that’s true too but, I mean, you a great person and beautiful, I just don’t see why you’d only have one.”

You blushed as he called you beautiful, “Well dating isn’t that easy when you’re in my position. In the colony the governor’s son liked me,” you laughed at the thought. “Gosh, I haven’t thought about that in a long time.” You continued with your story, “His name was James, go figure right, and he was a year older than me. He’d always try and get me to stay in the village and play with him instead of going to hang out with Walter, my English culture-obsessed Native American friend. I never did though. James was, excuse my French Steve, a douche.” Steve laughed hard, “It’s true! He was! Like a big douche. He thought because his father was the governor he was all that. When we turned 15 he told his father that he wanted me to be his betrothed; that his father should arrange a marriage between us.”

“Really?!”

“Really! And when his father asked mine, mine said that he’d think about it.”

“And did he?”

You laughed hard this time, “He thought there was no way in hell! My father knew that he was trouble and knew that even if he had said yes for some reason I would have ran away before I married him. That was my almost boyfriend I guess you could say. But my real boyfriend came a long time later. It was May of 1774 and I was 129- God, I sound ancient- and I moved to a small town in Southeast West Virginia. By then I had been moving from town to town for a long time. I had gotten a good amount of wealth from my family overseas so I usually had a nice entrance into town. I pulled up to the local bed and breakfast in my few carriage and while they unloaded everything I went for a stroll in the town’s park. By now it was nighttime and really dark and while I was out wandering I heard something break from the treeline by me. I tensed up and was ready to fight who ever came at me but out walked this man. He said that he’d seen me from where he was walking and thought he should come over to see if I was lost and ok.

“That was the first time I met Benjamin. He was 23 and had lost both his parents 4 years earlier to sickness. He was a sort of socialite savior for the town and it’s area, using his money to help others and make money for the town,” you got lost in the memories as they flooded back to you. “I still remember that after he asked to walk me back to where I was staying he told me that a lady like myself shouldn’t be walking around at night by herself,” you and Steve both chuckled at that. “We talked as he walked me back and he stopped on the stoop of the B&B and just turned to me and asked if he could take me out for a walk in the park during the day so I could see it’s true beauty,” you came back into the present. “Do not tell Tony when the last night I had a boyfriend was or he’ll make fun of me that I haven’t had a significant other since before America was made. You Lord,” you realised, “that sounds awful. I sound like the ultimate spinster!”

“Can I ask what happened after that,” Steve timidly said.

“We spent almost everyday together from that May to the next April. It was a little scandalous at first; a rich boy courting an orphaned girl. But the folks around town loved us both, especially together. Things started getting heated with Britain with all the action towards American freedom. April 19th the Revolutionary War began. Of course back then it was just ‘The War.’ He helped get forced organized should anything happen in our town but nobody ever thought that something would come to our small town. We were having dinner in the Inn I was staying in,  I had decided that that was the night that I was going to show him what I could do. All I could do was hope he wouldn’t go around screaming ‘Witch,’ when there was a loud bang from across town. Everyone stood up and he turned to me and told me to stay inside with everybody and he rushed out.

“I had a pretty good idea what was going but I didn’t know how crazy it was. Before I knew it there was an explosion at the Inn’s door; it lit up in flames and trapped us all inside. Everyone was going crazy and I just told everyone they had to get to the back room and go to the basement. Once they were safe from all the chaos I used my powers and tamed the fire. Once it was out I went outside I moved all the tables in front of the door so no one could in but the people inside could get out. I ran all over town looking for Benjamin or his friends, someone who could tell me where he was, when I saw him near an alley. We caught each others eyes for a second but before he could spring back into action there was a gunshot and he just grabbed his chest and fell to the ground.

“I ran over, which alarmed him and everyone around him because I had moved so fast, and I did what I knew best. I used my powers and took out everyone around us. I knelt down by him and just told him that I was going to tell him tonight about what I could do. He just pointed  to his coat pocket and said, “If that’s who you are then there is even more to love.” That’s the last thing he said to me…”you trailed off for a second. “I reached into the pocket he pointed to and there was this little wooden box in there with a silver band in it.”

“A silver band?”

“Back then engagment rings weren’t a thing. You just had one ring and they didn’t have diamonds on them.”

Steve let out an ‘Oh.’ “He was going to propose that night.”

You nodded as he spoke, “He was going to propose that night. That was the first war I fought in. I knew that I wanted to do something to keep others husband’s from getting hurt. It was a lot harder since I only had a few abilities unlike what I have now but…I saved some people. And after that I had no time to date or any aspiration to. I worked so much and I had a big secret to keep, and I knew that I’d live forever while they’d age and die. Fun talk huh?”

“I’m glad you told me. It’s my fault for asking.”

“I’ve only told 2 other people that story,” you stated. “How about you. Any old girlfriends?”

“Oh you know how it is: chicks dig scrawny guys,” he said very sarcastically.

******

Natasha had just left your house and was now walking into the makeshift office that the Avengers had been given as their space. “Clint, have you see Y/N? I went to the hospital to check on her and Rogers but when I got there Trish said they left, like, 4 hours ago.”

Clint sat cleaning off his arrows. “No Nat, sorry, haven’t seen her since we went and saw her earlier. Did her and Rogers leave together,” his eyebrows rose.

“According to Trish.”

“When do you think Roger’s is gunna’ ask Y/N out?”

“I don’t know. I’m still trying to get it out of Y/N if she likes him. You know how stubborn she can be,” Nat sat down next to him with a huff.

“They’ll both come around eventually.”

Okay wait! WAIT! Wait!

I didn’t watch yesterdays episode of Teen Wolf so I’ll need your help for a sec.
Did Malia really say “Shoot him” to Chris Argent? Like… Shoot Nathan - the guy she slept with? If yes then GOOD! Why you ask?

They said Malia will be in a relationship with someone this season. And we all thought it would be Nathan, right? Because bed sport bla bla bla. But if she wants him dead now I don’t think that they’ll end up together. And if they’re not giving us Stalia back (because of this fuckery what St*dia is)… 

WHAT IF WE REALLY GET SCALIA?

I mean… think about it!!!?

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