I’m working on the final chapter of my selkie fic:
John got up and moved to Sherlock. The selkie ran a hand through his hair as if counting the grays. John kissed him. “I’m not twenty-four anymore.”
“How old are you?”
“Fifty-two.”
Okay I need to build myself one of these, definitely
Oh my god though guys accessible science
(Source: https://www.youtube.com/)
SOMEBODY FINALLY MADE IT A THING OMF
I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS POST
no seriously i kept watching this gif and i was like
“where’s that weird al song”
Toshiko Sato loved equations the way that other people loved poetry.
Those people, the poetry lovers – the people that most others probably thought of as normal – found truth and emotional support in the structure of words, the rhythm and the cadence of their sounds. Toshiko had never fully trusted words. They were so easy to misinterpret, or to be misused. A lot of people could be very clever with words. And they used them to break your heart. Not so many were quite that clever with numbers, few really understood them beyond their significance on a bank statement, and fewer still appreciated their simple, truthful beauty in the way that Toshiko Sato did. Because, at the end of the day, everything came down to numbers, from the physics of an atomic bomb to the shape of an autumn leaf swept away on the wind. Everything came down to mathematics.
It was that kind of vision that made Toshiko special.
It was also, she knew, what made her a freak.
Torchwood: SkyPoint (via yourdailytorchwoodquote)
