July22014

thepsychicclam:

sterek au: derek keeps buying absurd amounts of berries from a very confused stiles 

*

The first day Berry Guy showed up, it annoyed Stiles. There he was, sitting in the parking lot in his expensive black Camaro, which was now covered in dust from the farm, when Stiles got to work.

“Dude, we don’t open for another half hour,” Stiles had said. He wasn’t even wearing his name tag, and his coffee was only half empty. It was too early to deal with people who needed produce this badly.

“I’ll wait,” the guy had said. At 10 a.m. on the dot, Berry Guy came through the door and bought fifteen pounds of blackberries. Stiles had rung him up with a smile, because who was he to question people’s berry needs?

The next day, Berry Guy was back, half an hour before opening. Stiles set out the day’s displays of produce, put his cash in the drawer, swept the floor. At exactly 10 a.m., Berry Guy came in to buy fifteen pounds of blackberries. Stiles just stared at him in confusion. No one could possibly eat that many berries.

When Berry Guy showed up the next day, purchasing thirty pounds of blackberries and ten pounds of raspberries, Stiles was imagining this guy living in a large commune full of berry worshippers. So, he finally had to ask. “There is no way you’re eating all these berries. What’s the deal?”

Berry Guy just glared at him, and it was the first time Stiles got a really good look at his eyes. They were light and beautiful, and Stiles stared at them until the guy raised his eyebrows in question. “Do you interrogate everyone who buys berries?”

“Just the obsessive ones.”

“I have a need.”

“Apparently.”

Berry Guy frowned, and Stiles told him his total. He shoved cash into Stiles’ hand and then exited without his change. A three dollar tip for annoying his customers? He’d take it.

*

This goes on for three weeks. Three times a week, Tuesday through Thursday, Berry Guy is outside the market at 9:30, waiting for berries. The third Thursday, Stiles gets out of his Jeep and walks over to the Camaro. The guy’s brow creases as he rolls down the window.

“I’m Stiles.” He points to his nametag.

“And?”

Stiles rolls his eyes. “This is the part where you tell me your name.”

“No.”

Stiles huffs. “Look, you creep around the market every morning, buying obscene amounts of berries – “

“Are you still on about the berries?” Berry Guy interrupts.

“I question your berry choices, dude,” Stiles says, shaking his head.

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8PM
laineydiemond:

hauntedjaeger:

mermaidskey:

hemipelagicdredger:

mermaidskey:

mermaidskey:

oxidoreductase:

Lavoisier is having none of your shit.

Heeeey so fun fact: the woman in that painting is Lavoisier’s wife, Marie-Anne Pierrette Paulze, who not only acted as Lavoisier’s lab assistant but also translated English and Latin texts into French so he could read them. But she didn’t just translate, she pointed out errors in the chemistry in some of the texts. Her observations of these errors convinced Lavoisier to study combustion, which led to his discovery of oxygen. She was also critical to the publication of Lavoisier’s Elementary Treatise on Chemistry in 1789. She kept strict records of every experiment they conducted together and drew detailed diagrams of all their equipment. She also threw amazing parties and invited all the brightest minds in science so her husband could pick their brains. After Lavoisier was guillotined she secured all of his notebooks and equipment for posterity.
In short: NOBODY KICKS MADAME LAVOISIER OUT OF THE LAB.

Also, a side note: My historian husband-to-be pointed some things out to me about this painting. Notice that Madame Lavoisier is looking at the viewer, and all the light is on her, while Lavoisier himself is physically smaller than her, in shadow, and looking up to her in reverence. This isn’t a candid photograph- all of these choices are deliberate. The painting isn’t of Lavoisier- Madame Lavoisier is meant to be the central subject. 
I can just imagine Lavoisier telling all his colleagues that his wife is really the one with all the clever ideas, and them patting him on the back and telling him he’s sweet for saying so.

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I LOVE IT

Y’all, Madame Lavoisier commissioned this portrait herself. 
She paid David 7,000 livres.
That’s more than David got for painting the king of France. 
She was one of David’s drawing pupils. 
She recorded her husband’s experiments in drawings, one of which includes her sitting in Lavoisier’s chair in a remarkably similar pose.


i like how this went from some sexist HORSESHIT to a fucking historical lesson of WOMEN KILLIN’ IT FOREVER AND ALWAYS!

laineydiemond:

hauntedjaeger:

mermaidskey:

hemipelagicdredger:

mermaidskey:

mermaidskey:

oxidoreductase:

Lavoisier is having none of your shit.

Heeeey so fun fact: the woman in that painting is Lavoisier’s wife, Marie-Anne Pierrette Paulze, who not only acted as Lavoisier’s lab assistant but also translated English and Latin texts into French so he could read them. But she didn’t just translate, she pointed out errors in the chemistry in some of the texts. Her observations of these errors convinced Lavoisier to study combustion, which led to his discovery of oxygen. She was also critical to the publication of Lavoisier’s Elementary Treatise on Chemistry in 1789. She kept strict records of every experiment they conducted together and drew detailed diagrams of all their equipment. She also threw amazing parties and invited all the brightest minds in science so her husband could pick their brains. After Lavoisier was guillotined she secured all of his notebooks and equipment for posterity.

In short: NOBODY KICKS MADAME LAVOISIER OUT OF THE LAB.

Also, a side note: My historian husband-to-be pointed some things out to me about this painting. Notice that Madame Lavoisier is looking at the viewer, and all the light is on her, while Lavoisier himself is physically smaller than her, in shadow, and looking up to her in reverence. This isn’t a candid photograph- all of these choices are deliberate. The painting isn’t of Lavoisier- Madame Lavoisier is meant to be the central subject. 

I can just imagine Lavoisier telling all his colleagues that his wife is really the one with all the clever ideas, and them patting him on the back and telling him he’s sweet for saying so.

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I LOVE IT

Y’all, Madame Lavoisier commissioned this portrait herself. 

She paid David 7,000 livres.

That’s more than David got for painting the king of France

She was one of David’s drawing pupils. 

She recorded her husband’s experiments in drawings, one of which includes her sitting in Lavoisier’s chair in a remarkably similar pose.

i like how this went from some sexist HORSESHIT to a fucking historical lesson of WOMEN KILLIN’ IT FOREVER AND ALWAYS!

(via rightocaito)

8PM

Started from the bottom, now we’re married (◡‿◡✿)

I honestly think Stiles and Lydia are better as friends, but this is adorable

(Source: bethdaryls, via bookmad)

8PM
portraitsofboston:

     “I’ve been very busy at work, and we haven’t had as much quality time together as we’ve wanted to. So, tonight, we had wishes on the way into town, and he asked me to hold his hand the entire length of the street. That’s why I’m not letting go.”

portraitsofboston:

     “I’ve been very busy at work, and we haven’t had as much quality time together as we’ve wanted to. So, tonight, we had wishes on the way into town, and he asked me to hold his hand the entire length of the street. That’s why I’m not letting go.”

8PM

lascapigliata:

turns my fan on high so i can still sleep with a blanket

(via miss-emrys)

8PM

(Source: whovian182, via queerly-it-is)

8PM

ileliberte:

So, episode 1, I kinda thought about what might happen if Kate sort of messed up the age regression and ended up with baby Derek. And then there was this super adorable baby Derek series by Monkeyelbow, and then I just couldn’t stop myself, so, this.

In order:
a) discovery (let us not think about the serious implications pls, baby Derek has a bottle ok),
b) Scott is flummoxed and baby Derek wants to chew on stuff and
c) baby Derek still hasn’t gotten a handle on the deliberate turning thing and sneezes can sometimes be enough to do it.

(via bleep0bleep)

8PM
catandbear-savetheworld:

procrastiinator:

'You could go swimming in those eyes'
-Dan Howell


'I think Dan's got good eyes, they're a good shade of brown'
- Phil Lester

catandbear-savetheworld:

procrastiinator:

'You could go swimming in those eyes'

-Dan Howell

image

'I think Dan's got good eyes, they're a good shade of brown'

- Phil Lester

(via catandbear-savetheworld)

8PM

Depression is the worst.

I honestly do not have time for this. Stop, brain, just stop.

8PM

(Source: teen-wolf, via stilesanderek)

8PM

yourfuckingdarling:

I need to be thinner and prettier and nicer and less depressed because I suck

(via baconverger)

8PM

smileprettybaby:

missmirandaaraee:

omg

The rot just looks at the pit like “you gunna say me right?”
And then looks so happy that the pit did.

(Source: premium-gifs, via captain-snark)

8PM

inderlander:

Sterek AU: Stiles has an… idea about a way to try to trigger young Derek’s memories of his future self. Derek isn’t so sure it’s a good idea. He finds it hard to believe that future him is in a relationship with this strangely aggravating boy, but he’s lost and uncertain, everyone he knows is dead and there’s something about this stranger… something that smells like mate and home. 

(via wolfsbanepunch)

7PM
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(Source: twitter.com, via themamafox)

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