#nerd love

[amandamadeathing]

How Phee (should have) seduced Tech:

As the sun sets on the Pabu sea, the lights of the village come on from the shore up the hill.

Phee: Pretty spectacular, right?

Tech: I suppose...that is one way to quantify it.

Phee (leans in, softly): Technically, that was a qualification.😏

Tech: (the goggle fidgeting intensifies)😳

[trojan-rabbit]

I’ve had some variation of this conversation noodling around in my brain since before the Fionna and Cake trailer came out, and I had to finally get it out of my system. I’m pretty sure the finale will incinerate my last shred of hope to ashes, so just let me have thiiiis.

[rgbcn]

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[tismrot]

If everyone buys stickers like these from RebelForge [LINK], us weirdos can find each other in the wild! This is on my phone cover now. I am looking forward to extremely rewarding conversations with the sort of strangers I won’t mind a “HEY! YOU!” from. This is perfect for when you don’t want to be perceived, but enjoy being seen! 🌶️👬👍

[sands228]

Starlo art dumb

/Senia

[the-mortal-incorrects]

Simon: I talk a lot, huh? Isabelle: Yes, but it’s nice. I like hearing your thoughts.

[transcendragon]

A Spark of Touch

How is it, my love, That feeling your warmth against mine Eases the ache in my soul? When I am nothing But a short-lived sack of flesh Carrying a mind that grates against the world A connection with you Takes me through to being more? – I can know I’m nothing but A biological machine, nerves and hormones Circling until I’m finally done, yet When I’m in your arms I’m greater Your…

[alanblindowlwilson]

Thinking of Alan extra hard today. 7-4-43 - 9-3-70

[rwprincess]

Blinded Me With Science (Chapter 6)

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Synopsis: You and Fred attend another D&D session. Things get a bit awkward when Gareth shows an interest in you, but it drives Fred to make a decision and an offer.

CW: minor nod to (unrequited, obviously) GarethxReader; Nerds frustratingly misinterpreting each other and their own feelings

While he begrudgingly joined you, Fred didn’t make you note that it was ‘under protest,’ or anything of the sort, so you counted that as a win. By contrast, to say that Eddie was excited to have someone else join to play was a vast understatement; he was practically over the moon..

"So, uh, Y/N, are you going to the dance that's coming up? Wait, you've heard of that dance, right?" Gareth asked you. He fumbled along his words, not entirely sure how to broach the subject.

"Yeah. I mean, yes I knew it was a thing but uh, I don't know about going. Haven't given it much thought, I guess."

"Oh yeah, totally. I mean, it's still a ways out. Like a week or two or whatever." 

"I didn't really notice. I've uh…never been to one before, so you know--" you didn't know how to make this kind of small talk with someone you didn't really know. You were oblivious to what Gareth was really getting at, but Fred was not. He was keen on his intent the moment he dropped the first sentence. He knew he had to act fast and butt in before Gareth could make his point.

"You know, I've never been either," Fred interjected and immediately stole your attention. 

"Is that so?" You asked coyly. It may have been lost on you that Gareth was trying to imply you should go together, but you instantly took the opportunity to employ that strategy yourself. 

"Yeah. It just never really appealed to me," Fred said, trying to feign nonchalance. But then he added, meaningfully, "Before."

You looked at him for a long moment, entirely forgetting that Gareth was there…until he piped up, "Eddie and I went last year for shits and giggles. It wasn't too bad." 

"Oh, right," you blinked back to reality and acknowledged him again, "yeah, I guess I'm not opposed to it, per se." You glanced at Fred, then back to Gareth, "So I don't know. I guess we'll see." You unwittingly took the wind out of his sails and he decided to drop the subject for now and finish packing up for the night.

"So, ya know, I've been thinking,” Fred started.

"As you usually do," you smirked back.

"Ha, yeah. Anyway, I was thinking about what Gareth said. About the dance?"

"Why?" You asked, then seized the opportunity to tease him, "D'ya want to go to the dance with him?"

"What? No-no!" He spluttered, not expecting the question. “How absurd! "I mean, when said he and Eddie went to just like, scope it out."

"Oh," you said, unsure what else to add because you didn't know where he was going with this.

"And I thought, then, about how we both said we'd never been. And how it could maybe be like an experiment? That you and I could go. Just to see what it's all about." 

You didn't answer him because you were utterly stunned. Did Fred really just ask you to the dance? And did he really frame it as 'an experiment?' Was that to just entice you, or was he saying that to be platonic? Your panicky thoughts were stalled by his rushed utterance of, "I mean, like just as friends. Y'know, reporters observing the crowd. That kinda thing." 

"Oh," you responded, unable to hide your disappointment in your initial reaction. 

"I just didn't want you to feel like you were on the spot or like I'm trying to make it weird or anything --" he trailed off. 

"Going to a dance as ‘just reporters’ is weird, Fred," you noted. The hurt you were feeling caused your filter to malfunction, but it was hard to care. 

"Ok. Not as reporters, then. You're right, that's too bizarre --"

"Is that how you see me? As a--a work colleague?" You asked, feeling yourself getting worked up in your emotions. Your nails dug into the palms of your hands and you could feel an almost imperceptible tremble in your stance.

"What? No! No, of course not." His eyes went wide with surprise at the change in your demeanor. This was not going at all as he'd planned. "That's why I said as friends first, we're definitely friends, Y/N." There was a slight waver of pain in his voice as he said this, worried that he'd ruined the friendship or worse, that you never saw him that way at all. 

You shook your head in disbelief, trying to dislodge your thoughts. "And so, that's why you're asking me to the dance? Because we're friends?" You reiterated.

"I, I--" he stammered, floundering for resolve. "I don't want to pressure you into thinking you're agreeing to a date, that's all. I just thought you'd like to go. Because we've never been."

"What if I wanted it to be a date?" You blurted out and immediately turned red. That was a thought that was supposed to stay inside. You wanted to bolt, but your once-shaking legs were now rooted to the spot, unable to take you anywhere. 

"I, what? With me?" He asked, clearly taken aback. You couldn't respond; you took it as disbelief that you should like him in that way because he only saw you as a friend, rather than the reality that he was incredulous that you wanted to go on a date with him, of all people. "Are you serious? Do you, do you want to?" He blinked quickly, still unsure this was reality. 

"Yes!" You finally squeaked out. "I mean…yes, I want to go to the dance with you. And maybe not just as friends." You hedged it with the 'maybe' because you were too terrified to say it outright.

"Okay," he paused, his heart was pounding and his head felt light and fuzzy. He felt like he was facing certain doom, but pushed forward anyway, "Y/N, will you be my date to the dance?"

"God," you chuckled nervously, "yes!  I mean, you should have just asked in the first place!" You pushed his shoulder. 

"Well excuse me for worrying about ruining our friendship by asking you on a date," he mused back. 

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[shiyorin]

Just something pops into my head, i love soulmate au.

This is a conversation between two nerds in love

"Well..." Magnus runs a hand through his hair. "There is evidence that suggests quantum physics can produce a phenomenon that works similarly to the idea of soulmate love. I've studied it once or twice, which is why I'm so intrigued by the fact that we actually exist."

"Do you think that soulmate love, and by proxy, our very existence itself, has something to do with quantum mechanics? Do you think it's like the particles of our souls are connected in some way when we first form?" He ask me.

My eyes widen slightly with curiosity as I listen to his question. "Interesting. That would mean our hearts, if not our very souls, are in a constant state of flux, which suggests our state of being is ever-changing. We're not just connected to one another; we're interacting. It would also imply that there's a constant flow of energy between us, we move as one.”

"By the Emperor's will... that would mean our very personalities are being rewired by one another, even subconsciously..."

I smile softly. "It is truly astounding, isn't it? Our very existence is constantly reshaping and reshaping again in a near-perpetual state of flux. We're not just in constant interaction with one another, but with each other and our very selves."

"That is why soulmate love is important. It keeps us from becoming stagnant. It pushes us to grow and evolve, to be better for the sake of our soulmates. And it encourages both of us to be the best possible person we can be. For our soulmate's sake."

"So, in that way... maybe we are, in fact, like atoms or particles. Connected in so many ways, yet separated by so many more. And yet I know my soul is still connected with yours in ways that my mind cannot comprehend, no matter what we may be.”

"And that is the most beautiful thing in the galaxy."

“Yes, that is the most beautiful thing in the galaxy.”

[trojan-rabbit]

Maybe this is killing part of me. But it ain’t called love without a little tragedy.

[rgbcn]

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[iscahmckrae]

People have a lot of opinions about shipping literati (even partially) because of their mutual love of books. But.... one of the things that clinched it for me that my husband was someone I wanted to date, and then someone I wanted to marry was that he showed up reading the book I'd recomended, had the same childhood jawdrop-I'm-in-love moment with Belle's library in the animated 'Beauty and the Beast', that he'd taken Atticus Finch as a role model, and that we could dive into a study session together, ready to make points on etymology, world history, science, theology with stacks of reference works and our own methods of book notation..... that these things satisfied a deep hunger in my soul, and made me realize I had finally found someone I could build a life I loved with.

(Conversely, another guy who kept asking me out told me that I was like his own personal word-a-day calendar. In every conversation he learned a word he'd never heard before. I was not using advanced vocabulary. There were other factors, but still, in that moment there was a definite: 'Nnnnnnnope! This is not gonna work.')

I'm not saying that I could never have fallen for or been happy with someone who wasn't as much of a bookworm as me. But, if I'm honest, it would be an uphill battle. Nor am I saying that literature loving men (or women) can't be jerks. Just that it's not nearly as trivial a thing as a lot of the fandom seems to think.

[codyvrosh]

Nerd romance is watching Wakanda Forever under a Teeth Creatures blanket. Nerd romance is treating your Seitan recipe like a science project and making a mean stir fry. Nerd romance is having the love of your life absolutely destroy you in Magic the Gathering. Celebrate love however you like to love. 💜

[moonlightbara]

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder