#[ in science there is only a queue ]

[grammarpedant]

if telepathic aliens existed in a Star Trek ass ship with me aboard id be constantly harrassing them to help me with my executive function problems. Hey Z'lorp what do I want to eat today. Hey Tifanie what music do I want to listen to. Seventeen can you help me figure out why I feel icky right now. What am I feeling. What do I want. What do you mean you don't know if I don't know, help me out here, give me a clue-

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

my guy, please just contact a doctor. get sci. please. seriously. i dont care if he’s busy trying to make a portal gun or whatever, get help.

[spockvarietyhour]

Jupiter 16 is space-jacked in You Only Live Twice (1967)

[tachyteliic]

[ cont. from x @vaarsal ]

You should have.

Three words burn in his bloodstream like venom. The day Viktor left— it hurt. It still hurts. Jayce has had to face his mistake every single day. He’s had to use his regret as fuel for weeks. His former partner’s face is impassive, and Jayce feels the resentment bubbling to the surface. He grits his teeth to keep himself silent, heartbeat thundering beneath scars and muscle. Jayce tips his face down, messy hair falling forward. Gaze like melted honey, beautiful and burning, still peering up at Viktor.

“I should have done more. Known more.” Talis agrees quietly, broad shoulders heaving with each heavy breath. His knuckles whitening as they grip the hilt of his hammer. You set us on this course, Jayce. You.

The words burn on contact— it’s acid poured down his spine, fire through his nerves and bones. The noise he makes is something between a sob and a crack of anger. Jayce snarls back, tone drenched in bitter resentment that doesn’t quite reach glassy eyes. “You aren’t fucking faultless here, Viktor. I made my mistakes and I’m trying to correct them. I’m going to keep my promise to you. I’m not going to fail you— not again.”

And he lifts the hammer— magic charged by runes flashes within. The head shifting, breaking apart to prepare for a fierce and violent blast.

[sunnies-theory-of-happiness]

might i introduce you guys to one of my favourite types of music

✨ murder bangers that make me want to smash my head into a wall and sob ✨

[thevalicemultiverse]

Paranoia Core: "There's a hole in Siberia that leads directly to Hell. Its 3 inches wide, but something is trying to widen it."

Victor: [staring at Paranoia Core with an extremely resigned expression] Why did we decide something like you needed to exist. As if my job on its own doesn't give me enough nightmares.

[raskies456]

I keep forgetting I have polls

anyway

(Also you don’t actually have to be a biologist to answer lol, just so long as you are familiar with LB, or are just curious as to results)

[tachyteliic]

@vaarsal

them meeting is all i can think about now so here's a doodle

[artificial-transmutations]

4k! Dropout Dorm 1

Hey guys! And there is even more big news today!

It seems like yesterday I celebrated 3k followers, and now, all of a sudden, I have just reached 4k! Honestly, I'm at a loss for words. I'm really happy (and a bit bewildered) that so many of you want to read my stories!

As a celebration, I will receive one previously exclusive four-part story from my once membership site (now a tip jar) here on tumblr, with new pictures! The writing is more than a year old, but I decided not to adjust it to preserve the original charm, so please don't mind the rough edges here and there. And now, enjoy

Dropout Dorm

The line in front of Marvin was long and Marvin was unhappy with himself. He should have come earlier! Who could have known that it was customary to be that early for dorm room assignment? Well, that was an easy question. Obviously, every student in front of him. 

He wasn't technically the last one to arrive, since there was one other guy that came even later, but the two of them marked the end of the queue. The student behind him, a brown haired young man with a narrow face, studied him carefully, before extending a hand.

"Hi!", he said. "I'm Aiden."

"Marvin", answered Marvin. He wasn't the outgoing type.

"Pleased to meet you, Marvin!", Aiden smiled. "So, we'll be rooming together, I suppose."

"We are?" How did Aiden know?

"I'm pretty sure we are." Aiden nodded. "College rules dictate that rooming is determined by order of appearance on the registration day. Since there are 84 people in the line in front of you, and always two are called into the office at a time, it is only logical that we will be roommates."

That made sense. Marvin didn't bother to count the line yet, but he wasn't entirely unhappy. The person directly in front of him looked like the typical meathead jock type, while the thin man behind him proved that he was capable of logic reasoning.

So, Marvin smiled. "Great. I'm looking forward to it, you seem like a good roommate! I'm majoring in computer sciences, what about you?"

Aiden grinned. "Mathematics. Sorry, that's hard to hide for me."

The grin was genuine, and Marvin and Aiden used the waiting time to get to know each other better. To Marvin's delight, Aiden was quite nerdy himself and wasn't keen on partying or taking girls home - which qualified him as a good rooming choice even more. 

Finally, they were called into the secretary’s office, where a woman with large glasses looked at them.

"You are the last ones?"

Marvin nodded and the woman sighed.

"Good. Well, here is the bad news: You too should look for a room elsewhere, outside the campus."

Marvin was confused. Why was that?

Aiden verbalized his question: "Why? Aren't there any rooms left?"

The woman sighed again. "Technically, there is one room left, and you can have it, but... room 148 has a bit of a bad reputation."

"How can a room have a bad reputation?" Aiden asked quizzically.

"Look, the room is called the 'dropout dorm'. For whatever reason, no student that ever took that room graduated. Most dropped out in the same or the following semester.

Aiden looked at Marvin, who, in turn looked at Aiden. How to put it delicately, Marvin asked himself, but Aiden was quicker again, just being honest:

"So, it's just superstition?"

The woman shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe. Maybe not. I can only tell you what happened to students in the years before."

"Did you always offer this room last?" Marvin asked and the woman nodded. He exchanged another look with Aiden and then smiled. "Thank you for your concerns, but I think we'll take the risk."

After the formalities were over, they got their keys and went up to their new room. It was located on the second floor, and when Aiden opened the door, he saw a big window facing the lake and the sun shining brightly through it.

"So, why do you think this is the 'dropout dorm'?" Aiden asked.

Marvin smiled. "Because it is the 'dropout dorm'. You see, there had probably been one or two dropouts in this room. Then, someone decided that the room was bad luck or something like that, and they started to offer it to the last students. Now, usually, the last ones in line are those students who care about their studies the least."

"Except in this year" Aiden added.

"Exactly. So, it became a self-fulfilling prophecy. They gave the 'dropout dorm' to the students with the worst starting conditions, and they dropped out, fueling the myth of the 'dropout dorm'."

"Flawless reasoning", Aiden congratulated. "Now, do you have a preference on which side of the room you want?"

Both young men settled in quickly and moved their stuff to their dorm room over the course of the day. It wasn't a bad room at all: It had a small bathroom with a shower, and a nice view from the window. Most importantly, though, it had two nice, big desks, which were quickly filled with books on Aiden's side of the room, and a powerful PC on Marvin's side. The day passed quickly, and it became time for bed. 

Aiden was slightly amused, as Marvin went into the bathroom to get changed and emerged in pajamas. He certainly didn't judge Marvin for being an introvert, but Aiden had given up pajamas a few years ago and slept in boxers since then. Still, that was nothing of his business.

Both their dreams were restless and although Aiden couldn't remember what exactly he had dreamed off, when he woke up the next morning to the sound of the shower running, he found himself with a bad case of morning wood. It was rare for Aiden to be aroused, but right now, he felt outright horny. His dick throbbed against his boxers and the outline was clearly visible since he had untangled himself from his blanked in his sleep. He just hoped that Marvin hadn't noticed.

When Aiden accidentally brushed against his erection, that was already forming a wet patch in his boxers from precum, he would have almost moaned out load. Damn, was this thing sensitive today. He looked at the bathroom. Marvin had left the door open, probably by accident. He could see the naked body of the other man moving under the stream of water and quickly drew back his head.

It looked like Marvin would still be busy for a while, so this was his chance! Aiden quickly disposed of his boxers and wrapped his right hand around his member, careful not to make noise. It was really difficult since he wanted to moan loudly so bad, but he could control himself. 

He quickly moved his hand up and down, rolling back his eyes. This felt just so good! Wave after wave of pleasure rocked through him and he was already close when he heard the water stop. It took an awful lot of willpower to pry his hand from his prick for a moment, to peek at the bathroom door. Marvin was drying up. If he hurried up, he still had time to finish. His hand went back to his erection, and he pumped on. He threw his head back as he came - in complete silence, but with wide spurts all over his chest.

Aiden had no time to recover though, as only a split second later, Marvin stepped out of the bathroom. Lightning-fast, Aiden covered himself with the blanket, soiling it with his cum in the process. Marvin hadn't seen anything, right?

"Good morning!" Marvin said, the towel around his hips, but stopped in the middle of the room. "Does it smell weird here?"

Stay tuned for the rest of the short series, following Marvin and Aiden on their inevitable journey, posted soon.

Read the next part here

[ptej1980]

Ok….phew what an amazing Polin week and end to Polin Day

We in the fandom are truly blessed with two leads who love and embody the characters that they play. And because of their relationship we have been able to go on an amazing journey with them

Not to only do our two faves embody and love the roles, the people and support around the do as well. Ryan, Jack, Shonda, Bridgerton and several Netflix IG, TT and x all posted various Polin Day content. Netflix even uploaded onto YouTube.

Luke posted three stories including the best blooper reel

Nic reposted and liked the Netflix UK behind the scenes dancing science and also reposted on TT liking several Polin Day posts

Jack Murphy throughout the week posted for Polin Week and then today posted several stories reposting fan content.

One of my favourites though is Netflix Queue. They posted a photo shoot of Nic and Luke for Polin day on the IG and on the TT posted the below.

This week has been amazing. I can feel that there are more good things to come. Thank to all the amazing content creators and fan fic writers. Your contributions have been so outstanding. We have the best community of talented people.

💛🐝

[laziestgirlintown]

Agreed except for the word "allegory": I do very much enjoy what-ifs about how societies can and could work. And they can obviously be a comment on current events. But each story is also a story in its own right, each world and every character something new as well, not "only" an allegory. (E g, The Dispossessed relates to the cold war and capitalism, but it is also about Anarres and Urras and Shevek. To take something everyone's read, TLotR is about WWI but it's also about hobbits.)

To quote Oscar,

All art is at once surface and symbol.

       Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril.

               Those who read the symbol do so at their peril.

New uquiz! Please enjoy!

[bamfkeeper]

Religious Differences

RQ: 'Hiiii if you're comfortable could you write some angst/hurt/comfort where a non-religious reader finds comfort in Kurt's religion and teachings during a hard time? If that makes sense? I've never been particularly religious myself (on the fence about spirituality), but in the past I've found great comfort in friends/family and their religious beliefs when things went awry. Idk something about the mutual comfort and respect towards eachother's ideologies and just talking about different religions and ideas brings me comfort when I'm feeling down :)' - @citiirose

Warnings: GN!reader, religious themes, unedited.

A/N: I felt this rq. I am not religious, but I've had religion shoved down my throat by my parents. For a long time I resented religion, now I don't care as long as it's not pushed on me. I always thought this would be an interesting dynamic with Kurt. This was a little hard to write, but I hope I did a good job getting that comfort in there. I kept the troubles vague, so you could possibly come back and get comfort in any scenario.

WC: 1.4k

Faith in something unseen is almost cruel.

Especially when life threw you curveballs and you had no idea how to swing back.

You never felt the need or desire to believe in teachings spewed from a book older than you could imagine, especially not with all the science and proof saying otherwise. Everything contradicted each other, and a belief in any kind of faith felt confusing. Even learning, you never felt that pull that others do, your faith in an invisible force didn't exist.

Lately, life had been hard. Events were happening that effected you in such a way that you began to feel as though you yourself were crumbling. Nothing was helping you, you felt completely and utterly alone. You were always so strong, yet...you wished you didn't have to be. Or that you had someone around that would help you through it. You were just too stubborn to reach out on your own.

The only person who could always help you feel better was Kurt. He always knew exactly what to do and say to lift your spirits. The kind-hearted Catholic was always the shoulder you needed to cry on, offering you a safe space to express your emotions. His entire presence was incredibly calming for you, wrapping you in a sense of peace and understanding. Kurt could read you like a book, intuitively sensing your needs and providing the comfort you sought. In times like these, when everything felt overwhelming, you could really use that kind of compassionate support.

As if right on queue, the blue German teleported to you with a loud BAMF and purple smoke. He looked at you, his usual charming smile displayed on his face. "Ah, liebe!" he grinned, those fangs poking out of his lips, "I thought we could..." his smile faded slightly as he took in the sight of your sad form. "Ach....what's the matter, liebling?" his voice quieted with his question and he sat down beside you.

"Talk to me, ja? What's going on?" he asked gently, his arm wrapped around your waist and he let you lean on him. His tail wrapped around you too, brushing your leg. He was always so patient with you, his presence was grounding in the swirling thoughts you were having. You almost felt like you were caught in a typhoon, and he had become the shelter you needed for safety.

You slowly opened up and told him of what was going on. You spilled it to him, he was so easy to talk to. Kurt, being the wonderful listener he was, sat quietly and nodded along. He acknowledged everything you said, remembering bits and pieces he would ask about later. Your rant and vent made you feel so lost.

"I just...don't know what to do anymore. Or how to feel. I am...I feel as though I can't control my thoughts or help to think about what happens once everything is gone." You turned to him, "You are always so secure...how do you do it?"

Kurt smiled back, "Ah, I always find comfort in my faith. God is always there, so I am never truly alone. Sure, I cannot see him, but I can always talk to him. My faith is my light and it will always guide me through the dark." Kurt always spoke kindly about his faith, and it made sense. He had his rosary, always, and whenever he needed to, he'd fiddle with it.

You felt bitter. For some reason. Why was Kurt so secure, why weren't you? You were always so sure of things but something as unknown as faith irked you. Kurt was so sure and devoted, you were so upset with everything in your life it made you want to snap at him. You knew that wasn't right, so you held back. He didn't deserve that. But you couldn't help but feel mocked by the very thought of it.

"How are you so sure?" The sharpness in your tone was obvious, "I mean...you can't talk to him really. He doesn't respond back. And, how are you so sure he is real? The books have been rewritten thousands of times, lost in translation. How are you so sure you're even following what he wants? If you believe that." You asked him, you weren't sure how he was so devoted to something that seemed impossible. "Science explains everything the book does. How are there dinosaurs, but no people for millions of years? Or, if they did exist, how did humans survive? Humanity didn't start happening until way later in life. You can't just ignore the facts life has."

He didn't look offended by your questions, he had been asked them many times. He smiled and held his rosary, rolling the beads between his fingers. "There are ways to look around it, God's teachings can seem confusing with what science can explain. Sometimes, faith extends past what you can see with your eyes, and you have to see with your heart and soul. Then you allow it to guide you."

Your brow furrowed with confusion, you couldn't imagine doing that yourself. You just couldn't believe it, and thinking on all the stories that come with Catholicism, you just couldn't pair them with what you knew. Science was there, the stories were vague and the teachings didn't make sense to you. "I still don't get it. There are so many things that tell you the truth. Explanations that don't rely on God, who's essentially an invisible, flying orb in the sky."

Kurt nodded, "Ja, that is true, but as I said, you have to open your heart and allow it to come in to understand it." He rubbed your arm and smiled, "Not everyone can, and that's okay. I know how you feel, and how it might seem...odd. That I am so devoted to something you don't understand. I'm happy to teach you, or talk to you about it..."

You thought for a bit, looking to him and fiddling with the end of the rosary he still held. You weren't sure if you could touch it, but he hadn't moved away. "This might be a weird request but...can you tell me some?"

"Tell you some what?" Kurt tilted his head.

"Some stories. I don't know I just...I think that even if I don't believe like you do...it would help me feel better." You muttered, feeling embarrassed for asking him this, hoping he wasn't offended. He heard the hurt in your voice, he was surprised you asked this, knowing you weren't faithful like he was. Still, who was he to deny you such a simple thing? His grip on you tightened and he leaned into your hair. "Of course, liebling..." he situated you both so he was sat back on your bed, pulling you to lay on him.

After you were cozy, he rubbed your back and told you all the common stories first. Of Eden, of the Ark, the Lion's Den, the Giant, all the classic known ones. As he spoke, he told them in such detail, his voice calm and even. He spoke of the teachings, of the great splitting of the sea, he told both the kindness and power. He told of the faith and love. He was passionate without overwhelming you.

For the most part you listened, letting your eyes close as he spoke and hummed to you. But you of course had your thoughts and questions. Kurt happily answered them, glad you seemed interested. He respected your ideologies, even if you didn't believe like he did. He was still happy to teach you and tell you stories when you felt down like this. He had such understanding, he was respectful and didn't push his faith onto you.

"We are never truly alone, he watches over all of us. He protects us and provides us with comfort. He guides us, helps us through the difficult decisions we may make or is there for us when we need someone. We are of God, even with our...unique...abilities, or appearances. We are the same on the inside, and we are all loved." Kurt looked down, seeing you were close to sleep.

"That's it, liebe..." he smiled and kissed your forehead tenderly, "You will always be loved, even if you don't believe. He loves you, as do I. Rest, your troubles will fade away...I will be with you throughout them. If you don't feel like trusting in God, then trust in me." he hummed gently to your sleeping form, keeping you close and secure, his arms wrapped protectively.

He wished he could take the pain away, but what he could do was be there for you, and he would be no matter what happened.

Thanks for reading.

*BAMF*

Dividers by @/adornedwithlight

[spockvarietyhour]

SPECTRE'S Orbiter, Bird One, and her landing manoeuvre, You Only Live Twice (1967)

[tachyteliic]

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Nsfw meme || @dlaynir

Soft and sweet, tracing his partners spine with feather light touches. Kisses littered across shoulders. Sometimes a little cheeky, thumbing nipples with calloused thumbs. Trailing hickies along his partners chest. Adoring and love-struck. ‘Cause once this man sleeps with someone, he falls quick and fast.

[luvhughes43]

monday morning | lila drysdale au

lila, my love masterlist💐

summary: just some monday morning fluff<3

word count: 0.6k

“Mmm where are you going?” you groan as jamie jostles himself out of bed. he leans over his side and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. 

“I have PT this morning,” he replies simply, which brings last night's events rushing back to you. that's right, you thought. Jamie did tell you that he had an appointment last night you were just… too preoccupied to pay much attention to his… words. 

jamie straightens up again, and you grasp his arm lightly to pull him back down to you. “I need a proper kiss if you’re going to leave me,”

jamie hums in response, leaning down to properly kiss you on the lips. you both melt into the kiss but before anything has a chance of developing, lilas loud shrieks fill the quiet spaces of your house. 

“and… that’s my queue” you sleepily sigh as you pull away from your husband and kick the covers off of you.

“I can go get her,” jamie offers but you easily decline. you had some work to do from home today so it was probably for the best that you woke up now. 

“make me a coffee instead?” you ask, to which jamie silently nods. 

you walk into lilas nursery and the first thing you notice is her sleepy figure standing up in her crib. she’s leaning against the crib rail, her chubby baby hands holding her upright. she leans back when she sees you open the door, immediately making grabby hands for you. 

you pick your girl up with ease, making sure to change her diaper and get her all situated before bringing her downstairs. 

jamie, ever the loving husband, put on your favourite background tv show for you to watch while you lay with lila on the couch. “thank you jams,” you mumble softly as you sink onto your plush couch. your daughter rests on top of you, cuddling into you as she watches her dad move around the kitchen from over your shoulder. 

you exaggerate a gasp, “is that your dada?” 

you watch as lila giggles and smiles, mannerisms exactly like her fathers. “dada!” she repeats, nuzzling her face into your neck when jamie makes a silly face at her. 

jamie sets your coffee on the side table beside you, before taking lila into his arms. “hi baby girl!” he coos much to lila’s delight. he rest’s lila on his hip before continuing to go through his morning routine. 

“And now, I'm going to put the toast in the toaster!” jamie narrates, encouraging all of lilas babbles with nods and replies. “yeah! And I'm going to put mommys in again because she likes her toast burnt…”

“I like it crispy!” you pipe up from your spot on the couch. 

Jamie hums loudly enough for you to hear before stage-whispering, “she likes it burnt” to your giggling daughter. 

after drinking half of your coffee, you are awake enough to start helping with breakfast. you cut up some fruit for lila, and then move on to start making jamie’s protein shake. you’ve gotten the process down to a science, and you were quite proud that you managed to make it to your husbands liking. if there’s one thing you learnt about athletes through living with jamie, it’s that they’re very specific with their different drinks and routines. 

you hold out the shake to jamie, who awes appreciatively. “have i ever told you that you’re the best wife a guy could ask for?” 

“only a million times,” you smile, sticking your cheek towards jamie who swiftly places a kiss there. 

“well it's going to be a million and one because you’re the best!” jamie smiles at you, and you can’t help but reminisce on how quickly things have changed between the two of you. one minute you guys are exes who hookup whenever jamie was back in toronto… and now you share a babygirl and have been married for three months. life was so good. 

yndrysdale

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yndrysdale monday morning🫂💐

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jamie.drysdale my loves❤️

yndrysdale you're my love forever💗

trevorzegras ive got the cutest goddaughter😭😭

wagbff looks like the perfect monday!💘

user01 those flowers are so pretty!!

yndrysdale thank u! jamie has them delivered to the house every monday💗

user02 lila's the cutest baby i'm cryingg

user03 omg what's the third slide?

user04 y/n works with a bunch of designer/fashion brands lol

user05 we dgaf now post jamie

user06 ?

yndrysdale posted to their story!

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[perfectlyoongi]

omg for the sweet nothings requests, what abt yoongi who has the biggest crush on reader, but reader doesn’t know (or maybe they do 🤷‍♀️)

j a little cute fluffy drabble :33

send me a ship dynamic for a drabble!

Yoongi laughed when you finally sat down next to him.

“I thought you got lost.”

You huffed and handed the ice cream to Yoongi as you settled into your seat. “The queue was huge. Who the hell eats ice cream during winter? Not a word.”

When you shut Yoongi up before he even spoke, he couldn’t hide the smile that formed through your words.

What incredible power you had under Yoongi. With three simple words you were able to make him smile. With just your arrival you were able to make him laugh. With just your presence you were able to make him happy. It was simple math really: you existed, Yoongi was happy. But Yoongi didn’t see it as a science. Yoongi believed it was really magic.

You were so comfortable on that park bench.

You continued to report your day to Yoongi, making adjacent paths to themes that were important to the context of crazy stories that only happened to you. Yoongi, in turn, listened to you, paying attention to every word, smiling at your pronunciation and believing in every detail you shared.

But Yoongi did much more than just listen to you.

Yoongi saw you.

Not how we all see you, no. Yoongi already knew your delicate features and every imperfection on your face by heart. Yoongi already knew every birthmark and every childhood scar that you have. Yoongi had seen you as many times as we all see you: beautiful, strong, capable of drowning out all the noise in the world and turning on all the lights in the universe. Yoongi has seen you this way for years.

Now, Yoongi saw you differently. Now, Yoongi could see the kindness leaking from your heart with every smile you gave strangers and every word you told your friends. Now, Yoongi could see the blanket of tranquility that covered you from head to toe and matched the pillow of comfort you kept under your arm. Now, Yoongi saw the color of your soul, the soft pastel color creating ethereal landscapes in your heart and managing to entice Yoongi to look at you. To enticed Yoongi to see you. To enticed Yoongi to contemplate you.

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sweet nothings 𓍯𓂃♡

the thought of yoongi being a shy little puppy completely in love w you and u being totally oblivious to it is just a sweet story it makes my heart melt :<