science quits

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- ̗̀ 16.03.2017  ̖́-

for a second i thought i was actually being productive sigh

blog of the day: @studytherin

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New stuff packs means new everyday outfits for the adults! Alya and Nino are still the #HipParents, Marinette is wearing her pantsuit from the photoshoot since you guys seemed to like it so much, and Adrien…

Well, with Emma’s wedding days away and Louis about to age up into a young adult, Ive decided Adrien is officially having his mid life crisis.

46 Quotes from David John Tennant ❤️❤️:

1. “I see nothing wrong with having an unhealthy obsession with something.”

2. “If they find what they expect, the physicists will party, if not, the physicists will party anyway, physicists are odd like that.”

3. “The audience is the final cast member.”

4. “I was still just the wee boy frae Paisley.”

5. “When you think about it, many aspects of how we look, the way we act…” [looks in mirror] “Or my insufferable vanity, are determined genetically.”

6. [while nuzzling the fur of Arthur the horse, which he is severely allergic to] “Are you going to be my friend?”

7. “Science is as much the pursuit of beauty as it is the pursuit of truth.”

8. “How long can you keep smiling?”

9. “The Doctor is based on who I would be if I had more confidence and didn’t care so much about what people think.”

10. “It’s time to positively rebellious and rebelliously positive.”

11. “I’m only looking at the twinkle of their soul in the starlight.”

12. “I suppose It’s only boring if you don’t have a washing machine.”

13. “Everything’s scripted! The air molecules are scripted!”

14. “We’re just matter. We can dream of flying across the universe, but what it comes down to is just a hunk of bone… The trouble with a cliché is that it loses its meaning.”

15. “But I wasn’t talking to myself. I was making up stories.”

16. “Everyone everywhere has the right to be happy and free… There are so many of us humans squeezing onto this wee planet and there’s no TARDIS coming to spirit us away. We have to look out for each other.”

17. “If I had to be stuck in a parallel universe with one fandom it would be the Doctor Who fans. I think they’re the cleverest. Quickest wits in the internet.”

18. “Sometimes I’m haunted by it, sometimes I’m enlivened by it, sometimes it weighs me down, and other times it’s like a drug and I can’t wait for the next sniff.”

19. “85.3 percent of actors are down-to-earth and reasonable.”

20. “You have to be careful with Shakespeare, because people tend to know it.”

21. “Some of my earliest memories are of being tucked up in bed while mum or dad read to me.“

22. "I have no real ambitions, just to live and fulfill myself, whatever that means.”

23. [about falling down on set all the time] “I would always get up and keep going, but nobody else would.”

24. “I don’t think anyone that is perceived as a villain sees themself as a villain.”

25. “A perfect idea, I suppose, it fires the imagination in such a particular way. Something to do with the fantastic and the futuristic coming together. The TARDIS is the most extraordinary vehicle you could imagine and it’s wrapped up in a scruffy blue phone box. The Doctor is the most clever, extraordinary being, and yet he is scrappy and anarchic. There is something more identifiable with the geek hero. We have to accept that somethings are sprinkled with fairy dust and we won’t know why.”

26. “If you could isolate the elements that turn something into gold you would be an alchemist, wouldn’t you?”

27. “A long table scattered with scripts, water bottles, and paper name plates stretched the whole length of the room. What felt like hundreds of people milled about expectantly, chatting, checking Blackberries, casting sideways glances as I tried to keep breathing and affect an air of insouciant calm.”

28. “In a suburban house in Paisley, a wee boy was sticky-taping his oft-snapped spectacles back together. He couldn’t remember a time when they hadn’t been augmented with at least one area of peeling sellotape.”

29. “I’ve always seen theatre as my natural mode of being.”

30. “I love you all passionately… And possibly carnally.”

31. “I would get to the point where I was rehearsing what I was going to say next: ‘excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, terribly sorry, but I need to go throw up in the dressing room.’”

32. “I’ve chosen to follow my own spirit.”

33. “Shakespeare’s plots and characters are catnip to actors… It sings to us.”

34. “I’ve been to lots of alien planets. You’d be surprised how many of them look like quarries in Wales.”

35. “There is quite a lot of science in Doctor Who, some accurate science, some of it quite elevated, and some of it that’s completely made up.”

36. “I’m always chasing the script that I need to be worthy of.”

37. “I would wander around, pretending to be all the characters. My parents would tell lots of stories of me wandering around the garden, talking to myself.”

38. “I was the one delivering flowers for people who were in actual relationships with actual human beings.”

39. “He’s cleverer than me, he’s quicker witted than I am, he’s more intelligent than me, he’s a better sword fighter than I am… I like to think I have at least a twinkle of all those qualities.”

40. “It’s difficult to describe your own personality… Happy, mostly, maybe a bit bewildered.”

41. “Suddenly, and quite without warning, there was a rupture in the fabric of space and time.”

42. “I thought that would be a very witty and expedient way to exit the room.”

43. “Other hair products are available.”

44. “I always get worried when adults say children don’t understand the difference between reality and fiction, because they do understand.”

45. “Hopefully I’m not as pathetic as I think I am at four in the morning.”

46. “A dream, while it’s happening, is as real and valid an experience as anything else. Until it stops.”

Do you wanna build a phylogram?
Mark Scherz
Do you wanna build a phylogram?

A scientific parody of Do you wanna build a snowman? from Disney’s Frozen. Lyrics by hyacynthus and myself. Vocals by me. A music video may be forthcoming.

Five perfumes on the birth of cities

1. On the digging of the first foundations of Mars City, 2100. Well, this is embarrassing. The start was Mars Base one. You can still visit Mars Base one, it’s under Chang Square now. There wasn’t much of a ceremony. Everyone was suited up, of course. Our priority was to get the stilts in to make the home module functional, for personal comfort reasons as much as anything else. The return to gravity was not playing well with our digestion. Carbon, plastic and hydrogen sulphide.

2. On breaking soil for Mars City 2 atop Olympus Mons, following the Glorious revolution, 8795. It is fair to say that we were not expecting to be outcompeted by our gut flora. Nevertheless, the conditions in the early days on Mars allowed a fascinating insight into accelerated evolution regimes. As you can imagine, things got a bit uncomfortable during E. Coli’s rapid rise to sentience. In a way we welcomed the revolution, when it came. OK, so we were no longer able to shit. Some dealt with this by becoming enormously large, whilst others uploaded themselves to the cloud. One of the delights of Mars City 2 was watching giant humans barrel down the slopes on their homeward commute for the day. Anyway: a refined bouquet of hydrogen sulphide with a light sprinkling of Mars dust and ozone.

3. On the construction of Cloud.1, 10271. We tried living without a city in the cloud for a while. It didn’t quite work. The human consciousness needs geography, or else it starts trying to invent it, and trust me, you don’t want to live in a place where everyone is inventing their own different geography. So we made Cloud.1. Actually we adapted the code from MineCraft, because we wanted to honour the citadels of our digital ancestors. We hadn’t quite got the sensory experience correct at that point, though. So: banana, petrol and wet dog, with lingering notes of hot dust.

4. On the launch of the Eternal Rain, which might be termed a city by dint of containing multitudes of simulated neighbourhoods, even though it is in fact a spaceship approximately the size of a toaster, 16090. By this time, the larger remaining humans had begun to jostle around on the surface of Mars like irritable boulders, terrifying their Coli masters and bulldozing nearly 90% of our unprotected cloud servers. The eternal rain was, we felt, our last great hope. Of course, the young folk refused to believe that they were in the cloud in the first place, so it was left to us older instances to direct its construction using our few remaining personal robots. It is, I think, our greatest achievement. We have limited the spawning of new instances to preserve our processing power, but the sensory experience is now exquisite. The earthy tang of a digital garden in the morning dew, with hints of tomato leaf, marigold and decomposing pigeon.

5. Upon the rounding of the flat Earth and the consolidation of its cities, 88765. I speak as one of the few remaining original instances. We live in a constant struggle to preserve processing power against a proletariat who do not believe in this as a limit. As a desperate measure, we have made our geography spherical, drastically limiting the amount of space available. We have modelled it upon the old Earth, whose biomes I think we have made a fair effort at approximating. The cities, too, we have modelled after the ancient ones. We have long been time-limiting the new instances. There are some who regard this as a new start, requiring a new numbering system and an end to the support of old instances. So this I fear may be my last: dust, and dust, and metal, and apple blossom, rounded out by the carbon-smell of deep space from an old spaceship’s sooty coat.

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The episode “Bride of Chaotica!” offered viewers–and Star Trek: Voyager’s cast–a delightful black-and-white side trip into an era when science fiction wasn’t quite so polished. The story primarily takes place on the starship’s holodeck, a recreational area where the crew can interact with realistic holographic projections. Due to a misunderstanding with alien life-forms from another dimension, several of Voyager’s crew members are forced to assume the identities of fictional characters in order to save the ship. The most outrageous of these characters, both in appearance and behavior, is Arachnia, Queen of the Spider People. And who better to portray her than Voyager’s Captain Kathryn Janeway (Kate Mulgrew).

As soon as he read the script, Robert Blackman knew just what to weave for the Spider Queen’s attire. “I told Kate, ‘We need to think of Arachnia as a ‘30s vamp. She’s a spider lady.’ We had a great fitting and I made a copper-beaded dress that made her look like a million bucks. The fabric was on a silk base. It was beaded, the whole thing, solid, with little copper glass beads and feathered shoulder pieces. And the neckpiece was wire built on plastic, with black, metallic beads.”

Star Trek Costumes: Five Decades of Fashion from the Final Frontier, Paula M. Block and Terry J. Erdmann

Charles Xavier x Reader Prompt

Pairing: Charles Xavier x reader

Prompt: “You’re my nerd.”

Warning: smut! (I hope it’s ok i haven’t really done smut before!!!)

For: Anon

(ALSO I’M OBSESSED WITH THIS GIF HE IS SO ADORABLE)

Originally posted by holy-cherik

“Y/n?” You hear your boyfriend Charles say as you rub your eyes.

“Hmmmmm?” You murmur, Charles chuckles.

“You fell asleep again darling,” he says shifting towards you on the couch, a stack of papers in his hand.

“Sorry, I just can’t stay awake for this new curriculum stuff.”

“That’s alright we can finish tomorrow,” he says tucking a piece of your h/c hair behind your ear.

“No no I can do this, where were we?”

“I was telling you about Hank’s proposal for the new science program. It’s really quite fascinating, he wants to add a technology unit featuring robotics and the workings of… Y/n? Y/n?”

“Sorry I’m awake now,” You said your eyes blinking open.

“We should do this tomorrow.”

“No no, you’re so excited about it,” You says forcing yourself awake.

“Yes but only because I’m nerdy about the curriculum, and you did not sign up for that,” He said and you laughed.

“I sure as hell did! You picked me up talking about the adjustments you were making to the English department.”

“Only because I knew you loved books,” he said smiling.

“So nosy,” you say teasingly “and besides you’re my nerd.” You say putting your hand around his neck.

“How’d I get so lucky?” He says chuckling.

“I guess I’m a sucker for nerds,” you shrug.

“Maybe because you are one too Professor Y/L/N,” Charles says teasingly and you laugh and press your forehead to his.

“You caught me,” you whisper and he kisses you deeply.

“How about we go to bed and we can cover the curriculum tomorrow?”

“Deal!” You say jumping off the couch and grabbing his chair.

“Besides then we can spend all day talking about it,” he says coyly shifting into his chair.

“You are incorrigible,” you respond laughing “but I’m not sure I’m that tired anymore.” You say as you flop into his lap. Charles smiles mischievously.

“I never said anything about going to sleep,” he says with a wink and kisses you deeply and roughly. You close your eyes and lean into him, grabbing the collar of his shirt. You can’t help but think this nerd is the sexiest man you have ever met. In fact, you might not even make it to the bedroom.

It seems he may have the same idea as he pulls your shirt over your head and kisses your chest. You gasp and melt into his touch. He unclips your bra and you undo his button down shirt, practically ripping it off him. His hands are undoing your pants and you fiddle with his belt. He pauses for a moment and smirks his eyes wandering your body. 

“Take them off for me darling,” and you smile and stand. You slowly slide your jeans off, and peel your underwear off making Charles smile and lick his lips.  You pull his pants off as well. His hands rest on your hips and pull you closer. You straddle him and he starts kissing your neck. You begin to ride him, he gasps before kissing your chest again. Your hands scratch at his back and pull at the tufts of your hair. You moan and feel the orgasm begin to rise. He tenses up and moans as the two of you climax. He squeezes your hips tighter and the two of you collapse. You rest your head on his shoulder, panting. He starts to laugh and you lift back up, smiling.

“What is it?”

“I think I should talk to you about curriculums more often.”

alexander hamilton. basically a walking dictionary. talks too loud without noticing it, his laughter wakes everyone in the building. smells like coffee and ink. loves strongly and fiercely. the most protective of the group, always looking out for his friends, always making sure they’re okay. not too good at taking care of himself, though. friendly to all who meet him, even though it’s not hard to get on his bad side. can be soft and gentle when needed, or reckless and cold. makes too many puns, they’re usually really bad. always writing down who-knows-what in his notebooks, even when there are no notes to copy. loves knowledge and learning. could hold a witty banter for hours. has a nervous habit of running a hand through his messy hair. intolerant of anyone messing with his squad, will fight anyone who dares to hurt one of them. values loyalty above all else. tries to bring up politics in every conversation possible. knows a lot about disney. loves to read, but doesn’t do it for fun. is never scared to say what he’s thinking, which gets him into trouble a lot. tries to be nice, but every little comment tends to bother him. the hamilsquad have a “take a shot whenever alexander starts a fight” game. really bad at showing his emotions, but he tries. smart without trying. always blames the others when things go wrong, even when he knows it was definitely his fault. doesn’t quite understand science, but is endlessly fascinated by it. can talk for six hours about the same thing without getting bored. can sweet-talk his way out of almost anything. contagious excitement. prodigy in economics. non-stop, literally. always doing something, and hates leaving things unfinished. doesn’t get enough sleep so he runs on coffee; black and no sugars. will stay up until four am to finish an essay due in two weeks. extremely bad at self care, makes everyone go crazy with worry when he doesn’t sleep for days. can survive on only coffee and pasta. doesn’t do anything minimally. makes grand, full-out gestures. complete drama queen.

Okay but karlcat’s post about a Big Hero 6 AU in which Tadashi has a twin who’s a dancing major has gotten me really interested. Like can you imagine this?

I shall call him Twindashi for now, since he has no name at the moment.

  • Twindashi is just a few minutes older than Tadashi, and he will hold that over the guy forever. Yeah, he’s THAT kind of twin.
  • I can imagine him being more muscular than Tadashi. I mean, have you guys seen ballet dancers? They’re not like buff but they have some muscles on them, especially leg muscles. Fitting, considering what they can do!
  • He and Tadashi have tried pulling off the whole switch up thing before, but they’re pretty different personality wise. Twindashi, I imagine, is a lot more…energetic, I suppose? I mean, he has a ton of spirit and goes into everything with all he’s got. He’s got a ton of energy and passion to spare.
  • One time he and Tadashi tried to perform the switch up on the gang at SFIT. Didn’t last long, since Twindashi has a swagger that Tadashi doesn’t really walk with. Also, Twindashi avoided bumping into someone running down the hall with the most grace any of the gang had ever seen.
  • Seriously, the man is super graceful, it’s practically an art. Look at that majestic gazelle. 
  • Hiro had a habit of deviding up Tadashi and Twindashi into “nerd twin” and “cool twin”. If you had told him as a child that it was the ballet man who’d end up being the “cool twin”, Hiro probably would’ve laughed himself unconscious. Sorry Tadashi, but you’re in total nerd territory.
  • Of course, this being the Hamada family, no one is that cool. Twindashi is his own brand of nerd. He really likes classical music and can be found creating his own dances to some pieces. He’ll watch famous performances and be reduced to tears ever single time, he’s quite emotional. He’s also quite the history fanatic. He used to read a lot of dance history and that just expanded out and he just became a walking history book.
  • His sense of style is rather different from Tadashi too. Twindashi tends to have a lot of graphic tees in his closet. But overall he prefers clothes that work well with how flexible he is.
  • And damn, is the boy flexible. And he totally shows off/acts like a little shit about it. Like, he’ll be having a casual conversation with Tadashi and be doing a full split while Tadashi is like, “I know what you’re doing, you little shit.”
  • With a family of science geeks, he picked up on some of that over the years. He can at least follow along well enough when Tadashi and Hiro are on about some science thing. He’s helped out on some inventions. And he tends to provide lookout/decoy for some pranks or wild inventions.
  • Twindashi always kinda felt out of place though, not being really into science and tech like his brothers. Tadashi and Hiro never tried to leave him out, but he always felt odd about it. He ended up forming quite the bond with Aunt Cass over it, since she too never really got into science the way the rest of the family did. 
  • Hiro, Tadashi, Aunt Cass, and the gang have been to a couple of his recitals before. The man they saw dancing on the stage almost seemed like someone else, with all that seriousness and the sheer beauty of the performance. Anyone other than Aunt Cass would die before admitting they teared up at the shows, especially in front of him.
  • Like that anon post mentioned, when it comes to rescuing Hiro from bot fights gone bad, Tadashi prefers to get out of there as fast as possible. Twindashi, on the other hand, has no problem getting physical. And what better way to rough up the goons who tried to hurt his baby bro than by putting all those years of ballet to some unorthodox use, with a few modifications here and there to provide painful power? He’ll grand jete you in the stomach. He’ll throw you off with a graceful pirouette that ends with him kicking out and nailing you in the crotch. You definitely don’t wanna be on the wrong end of his grand battement.
  • He’ll act all smooth and tough around the goons. However, as soon as they’re safely at home, he ends up being a bigger mother hen towards Hiro than Tadashi can be. 
  • He and Tadashi are quite different, but they are still quite the duo. They have a good idea what the other is thinking and can have some moments of scarily accurate synchronization. Twindashi, despite being a giant worrywart, also tends to be a little more easygoing with Hiro.
  • If we bring canon events in here, when the fire occurs, both of the brothers are absolutely lost by Tadashi’s death. But he’s arguably worse off than Hiro. Both of them are crushed and feel as though their world has been shattered. But it’s one kind of pain when you lose a sibling. It’s another when that sibling is your twin….

anonymous asked:

I love Steven the Dragon, who collects mysteries. Seriously, is there anything more perfect?! Like, I have never even thought of that and it is brilliant, yes, love it as much as I love all of your other stories so far, so glad I found it :D Also the superhero stories- Madame Science is spectacular. Like, for one thing, her assumption that of course Scott will date her once she's no longer a villain! Nevermind the fact that he doesn't know it's her! Do you have any other stories with her?

Steven the Dragon is such a beautiful person! Poor Raoul doesn’t quite know what he’s getting into, playing cat and mouse with him!

As for Madame Science, she got quite the shock when she realized that just because she quit being a villain didn’t mean he’d go out with a lady who, for all intents and purposes, he’d never met before!

My next short story collection coming out is going to be Parent Points in March! After that, I can’t decide whether I’m going to do a witch story collection, or a superhero collection! Either way there will be more of Madame Science eventually :)

Steven the Dragon (X)

Madame Science (X)

Parent Points (X)

DAY 3236

Jalsa, Mumbai                  Feb 6/7, 2017                 Mon/Tue 12;31 am 





Technology has no end .. and its indulgence has infinite value .. when ‘no end’ and ‘infinite’ meet side by side, in one sentence .. there is eternity to subject yourself to .. I do .. and have spent most of the time in its endless potentials .. the marvel really is the factor of assessing how it was thought of in the first place .. the minds that went in .. the feasibility, the endeavors and finally the joy of discovery to ease the pain of ill named innocence !!

yes it is the innocence that invites and drags us to this ultimate regimen .. in good faith and in good deed .. making our dailies ease with the benefit of short cuts and quick push button responses , is a marvel of the modern world ..



So, one such escapade was with Instagram, with music downloads, with sync on the dash board of the car, with dragging the music on the LapTop to be visible on the phone, to sync the content from one machine to several others .. and on ..

Life has become one large and complicated APP., .. there is one for all consequences - which really is a word that does not deserve to be here .. it should be situations .. but situations is such a commonly used word so went for the other ..

Our existence is virtually now being made as close to stationary as possible. All but all that is needed to be done or understood or found meaning of , rests within the fingers of our hand and at time the thumb or the palm itself - eating during the process could invite such  behaviour .. 

It is a fascinating story .. the legend of the wireless, of the network, of connectivity BlueToothed and the several other contingents that follow .. I mean the amount of material that must be running and scaling the waves of the optic fibres under the sea and on land .. of the multiple satellites that roam above, seemingly in quiet Blue Danube Waltz, but designed to send information, intellect, intuition and many other in the silent efficiency of the science, is quite quite remarkable .. for one that perhaps may have lived in those early years of centuries, and found themselves wandering about on the streets of today would , without any doubt, be of the impression that this indeed is and was the Kingdom of Heaven  .. I mean .. yeaahhh !! would it not excite such comment .. 

When I introduced my Father to the mobile phone - the first that had just come about - and got him to speak to a long distance number .. he actually never spoke a word - just returned the instrument back to me, with a look that kind of related me being someone from an alien outer space territory !!

The imagery of such occasions could well have been akin to the sighting of a super natural being in today’s times !! The most impossible, has been on service for long now .. and the ease of its adaptability, particularly with the kids of today, is at times quite scary … 

When you take your grand daughter out for a meal at a restaurant, and she will, after her sparse meal is over, seek her mobile, to play mobile games, while the elders discuss International and World politics, it is an open mouthed jaw dropped event .. for us .. not for her .. for her its natural ..


The general expressions of most young these days is one of relaxed confidence .. not one of awe, or surprise … for nothing surprises them .. they are so infiltrated with technology and its consequences that nothing in the material world or its living would alarm them ..

Today .. there is an answer to everything .. it was never like this before .. the complacent look of ‘chill’ and ‘chillax’ is one that this generation is born with.

Terminology and language used .. situations of society .. morals of conduct, could and are respected, but the ease of its conveyance, is what surprises .. naa .. is what brings a gentle cynical smile within my inwards, not outwards ..

Outwards would be at risk of ridicule ! That would be difficult to handle or digest. I mean I can take one at a time either the technology or the language. Both at same speed and explain would be a task .. a task .. not an improbability ! .. or so I would like to believe .. see .. the surety of confident belief is missing .. its missing because we are from a generation when we were never sure .. this lot of today is not that .. they are so umbrellered in the canvas of secure information and solutions to every aspect of life, that their demeanor will necessarily be what it is of today, unlike of our of yesterday   ..


I wonder if any sense is made ..


That look says it all .. I hear you, but I understand damn all .. !!

Good night  ..


Amitabh Bachchan

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Spot convinces Race to give up smoking, so Race picks up a new hobby. Spot’s happy. Probably.

themaraudersdream  asked:

HELLO I WAS TOLD BY paternalpadfoot THAT YOU COULD GIVE ME AN IN-DEPTH BREAKDOWN ON THE WHOLE DEAL WITH JOHN LAURENS SO I AM HERE FOR THAT THANKS

HELLO I AM ASSUMING THAT BY “THE WHOLE DEAL WITH JOHN LAURENS” YOU MEAN “TELL ME EVERYTHING YOU KNOW ABOUT JOHN LAURENS,” AND I CAN DO EXACTLY THAT (also sorry that it took me forever to answer this)

Putting this under a read-more because it’s 2,600 words long

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If coffee is a staple in your everyday routine, you’re probably in for pain if you ever try to quit.

caffeineclever  asked:

hi! i'm brand new on here, but i've been lurking on people's blogs for a while now. i want to get involved though...how can i approach people? i want to talk to people but i don't know what to say. thank you!!

Hi there! Welcome! (Also, rad URL… I’m all about the caffeine, being in grad school and such).

Anyhoo, what you’ve done is pretty much how you approach people! Pop into someone’s inbox and say hi. If you see someone reblog one of those ask meme thingies, play along! If you’re into fanfic and read something you enjoyed, drop the author a line! If you see a piece of art that makes your heart stutter, tell the artist how much you enjoyed their work!

I know it can feel weird (I too was a lurker at first. I anonymously stalked my favorite blogs for months before getting the courage to send an ask with my url attached to it). But don’t be shy! We’re all humans behind the screen, I promise, and most of us enjoy having a new human to talk to!! <3

Good luck my dear! <3

Honestly though

Seeing people like ‘BUT WHAT ABOUT THE SCIENCE’ when the science is there and being shown to you is just showing me that they have no idea how science works.

Science is not static, science is constantly moving it’s observations and hypothesis and gathering data and then sometimes trying things again  and yes guess what we may have said one thing 20 years ago.

But that was 20 years ago. Things have changed. People have researched and found new information. 

Also science isn’t just one field. Science is a whole bunch of different fields working together to provide more information to develop a clearer picture.

The Girl Across the Hall // 2

Request: Girl Across the Hall Part 2 (requested multiple times)
Pairing: Peter Parker + Reader
Warnings: FLUFF I LOVE THIS IMAGINE
Notes: :-) thanks for enjoying this enough to request a second part!! I honestly didn’t expect it to go over as well as it did!!

Part One


Peter had been routinely going over to your apartment twice a week for a month and half to tutor you in Science. He had grown quite curious as to why you had requested him as a tutor in the first place. So far you had understood everything you had gone over and your quizzes in the class came back almost perfect. He hadn’t questioned it because you enjoyed the small time he had with you. Granted, he never used any of that time to get to know you. He found he was much more confident when he was just talking about science. If you had tried to steer the conversation toward anything else, he’d fumble over his words and his calm persona was gone.

Truthfully, his favorite part was when neither of you spoke a word. He was able to absorb every detail of you through the various personal belongings adorning your bedroom. He took in favor the CD’s sprawled across the small bookshelf above your bed, he admired your DVD collection, seeing a few of his favorites as well, and he caught a glimpse of the doodles in your notebook whenever you were doing homework that he had already finished prior to coming over. He was beginning to fall in love with you all over again.

It was Thursday night – pizza night – and he was on his way to his apartment when he realized that he would be eating pizza alone that night. May had an extra shift tonight that Peter had forgotten about. You took notice when he came to a complete stop at your door. You almost didn’t say anything, already assuming you’d only get silence in return like you always did. But, when you saw the way his shoulders slumped you decided to speak up.

“Something the matter, Peter?”

He turned around to look at you, the questioning face you’d given him made him smile, just the slightest. “Yeah, it’s just- I mean, it’s nothing.”

“Peter,” he turned around to look at you once more, a pleading look taking place now.

“I forgot that my aunt wasn’t going to be home, and it’s usually our pizza night.” He shrugged but you could tell that he was pretty bummed about it. Without a second thought you responded.

“You could have dinner with me tonight. My parents are on a business call so I’m dining alone, too.”

“I wouldn’t want to impose,” Peter tried to ignore the heat rising to his face as he thought of the idea of a casual dinner date between the two of you.

“Oh, please,” you offered him a wide smile. “You’d be saving me! Come on.” Peter ignored the heat rising through his whole body when your hand came into contact with his. He ignored the blush on both of your faces as your fingers intertwined with each others. He ignored the eruption in his stomach as you led him into your living room and sat with him on your couch, leaving nothing but less than an inch between you two. “You can pick out a movie if you want, I’ll order the pizza!”

When you left the room to fetch the phone, Peter repeated a manta in his head. It’s just pizza, stay cool. It’s just pizza, stay cool. He opted out for the first movie he saw, it was a movie called (500) Days of Summer.

“Oh! This one is one of my favorites, have you ever seen it?” He jumped slightly, not hearing you come back. He shook his head to say he hadn’t and that only caused the smile on your face to grow. “You’ll love it.” And you were right. In Peter’s mind, as soon as you had said it was one of your favorites he had already grown to love it. He’d love anything that put a smile as big as the one you were wearing now on your face.

Truthfully, you never needed a tutor. When you asked Peter to be your tutor, you were hesitant. You were worried you wouldn’t sound as convincing enough. You were afraid he wouldn’t want to do it, I mean, the boy hardly ever wanted to talk to you. Which is why when you had started asking him about it in the elevator you stopped short. But, when you found yourself accidentally pinned against the wall with him in front of you, you took it as a sign that he wanted to talk to you but hadn’t gotten around to it.

Peter Parker had always fascinated you. Three years ago when you moved in, you had noticed him sporting a Back to the Future shirt and a red flannel. Just looking at him brought color to your face. When you found out he was in most of your classes that following Monday, you became nervous. He kept to himself, but spoke passionately about every subjected he invested himself in. You found yourself getting lost in the way he spoke during class. Everything in you wished that you could listen to him lecture you about world war II and about the infinite galaxies that painted the sky.

But, you couldn’t even if you had found the courage to do so. Peter always avoided you, even with the fact of you two being neighbors. Your excuse for tutoring was your last resort. But, in your attempt to impress him with your knowledge, you failed to notice that he was catching on on the fact that you didn’t need his help.

“(Y/N)?”

You looked down at Peter as you sat down, having just gotten he pizza from the door. “Yes?”

“You don’t really need me as a tutor, do you?”

You froze in place, never in a million years did you ever think Peter would be bold enough o call you out, yet here you both were. Your cheeks burned a little as you tried to give him a small, embarrassed smile. You shook your head slightly, “No, not actually.”

“Then why did you ask me to tutor you? You’re really smart.” At this you both blushed.

“I just wanted a reason to talk to you.” You decided there was no use in lying anymore. You turned to face him on the couch. He hesitated but then turned to mirror you.

“Why?”

“What do you mean?”

Peter sighed, becoming frustrated. His mind went back to the memory of you laughing at him at your doorstep the day he came to give you your mail. “Why do you want to talk to me? Why would you want to?”

Your eyes were a little wide at his small, but sudden, outburst. “Because… well, because we’re neighbors. We go to the same school-.”

“So?” Peter couldn’t grasp the concept of why you had gone out of your way to talk to him. Sure, he had a reason, and this benefitted him. But, what was in it for you?

“So, god, I don’t know Peter. Why is it such a big deal?” You stood up and paced in front of the couch a little bit. “Do you not want me to talk to you? Do you not like me or something?”

“No!” At this Peter stood up, too. “Of course I like you! It’s hard not to. I just – I just don’t understand, I guess.”

“What do you mean, ‘of course I like you’?”

Peter looked down at his shoes, slowly sitting back on the couch. “I mean,” he sighed, shoving his face into his hands, embarrassed. “I like you. I like a lot of things about you. Everything, actually.” He hadn’t even noticed the slight dip in the couch as you sat next to him. “I’ve liked you for three years. God, I’m in love with you. But, that’s crazy right? I mean we hardly know each other.”

He stood up, this time he began to pace, he began thinking out loud, forgetting you were there to begin with. “I mean, but I do know you. Your favorite color is Maroon. Tuesday’s and Thursday’s are your most stressful days – I could tell because your smile isn’t as bright and it isn’t as often. I know that you like to come straight home on Wednesday’s because you don’t like missing the Voice – I could hear you singing with the other contestant’s through the wall. You don’t like the freckle on your nose, but god, I love it. I love the way your head falls back when you laugh too hard and I love how smart you are.”

You had stood up to stand in font of him by now. Your hands on his wrist halted his rambling and his pacing. “Peter,” your voice was a whisper.

Peter, having finally realized he had said all of this out loud, retreated his hand from yours. He let his eyes drift to the front door and began walking toward it. “I’m sorry, (Y/N). That was crazy, I’m crazy. God, I’m so-.”

“Peter, shut up and come back.”

“What?” He turned around from where he stood at the door and faced you.

“You can’t tell me you love me and then not kiss me.”

“I – You – What?” You laughed lightly before walking up to him. He looked down at you. His eyes never leaving your face.

“Kiss me.” He leaned down but instead of kissing you on the lips, he hesitated and gave you one on your cheek. You laughed a little as he pulled away, shaking your head. “You missed.”

“I missed?” You nodded, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you missed.” Your hands came up to hold his face, and you brought him down to you. You breathed out deeply as soon as you felt his lips on yours. You tightened your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you. His arms finally wrapped themselves around your waist, walking you backwards until your back hit the closed door.

Kissing you was nothing like Peter imagined – it was so much better. He hummed in appreciation as his hands pulled at the ends of his curled hair lightly. He didn’t want to stop, so he waited until you pulled away to regain he breath, not failing to notice the slight dizziness he felt.

“I love you.” You pecked him once more before pulling away completely, your hands coming down to hold his. “I am so in love with you, Peter Parker. If you’re crazy then hell, I am, too.”

Peter smiled down at you before going in for another kiss, picking you up slightly. He couldn’t have been happier knowing that the girl across the hall had loved him, too.


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