Tom Lehrer turns 90 today

Tried to find something about this man that I could share on Tumblr, failed. 

Wonderful mathematician who managed to sing all the names of the elements to a tune from Gilbert and Sullivan. He also wrote and sang “The Masochist Tango”, “The Vatican Rag”, “Poisoning Pigeons in the Park”, and a wonderful song about Werner Von Braun and the nuclear threat. He has, unfortunately, said and written nothing about the current US president.

Look him up, you won’t regret it.

 http://www.latimes.com/business/hiltzik/la-fi-hiltzik-lehrer-20180409-story.html

love-in-mind-palace:

green-violin-bow:

lockedinjohnlock-podfics:

dorkilybeautiful:

k-vichan:

mittensmorgul:

prairiedust:

hazeldomain:

prairiedust:

hazeldomain:

whitmerule:

soupernabturel:

majesticduxk:

So last week I tried moaning every time I ate something delicious.

It was vaguely uncomfortable and unnatural

I actually love the idea of doing this trying out fanfic/literary cliche’s out in real life, kinda wanna make up a list and undertake it as a challenge.

don’t forget to make your butthole flutter today

Guess someone’s eye color from 20 feet away.

Be careful with these. I started reading fanfiction three years ago and now I have to toe my shoes off to get my feet out.

But do you pad across rooms? 

Yes but I often give away my position when I huff.

FYI, I’m smirking at all y’all.

I’m resisting the urge to card my fingers through everybody’s hair.

This is as good a time as any to admit that right now I smell like coffee, sandalwood soap, and something uniquely myself.

Ah, but are you holding a breath you are unaware of?

I just stretched lazily and showed a strip of pale skin where my t-shirt rode up but there was no-one here to stare at it, speechless, so I don’t know if it even counted

I sigh thousand times a day. Hope that is enough.

More (there can never be enough) Sappho

To me he seems like a god
as he sits facing you and
hears you near as you speak
softly and laugh

in a sweet echo that jolts
the heart in my ribs. For now
as I look at you my voice
is empty and

can say nothing as my tongue
cracks and slender fire is quick
under my skin. My eyes are dead
to light, my ears

pound, and sweat pours over me.
I convulse, greener than grass,
and feel my mind slip as I
go close to death,

yet, being poor, must suffer
everything.

annevbonny:

me: i like john silver because he’s a complex character that is difficult to pin down; his past being enshrouded in mystery allows me to very easily project my own personal psychodramas onto him and attempt to resolve them through meta and fic; his insistence that his past doesn’t matter is something i intimately relate to; i empathize and sympathize with his conflicting and innumerable personalities that frequently clash with one another, leaving him a dysfunctional mess in every situation except those in which the ones he loves are threatened; his tendency towards cowardice and fear informed by his trauma is a side that i think represents a vast majority of people; the depiction of his disability and the way he adapts to survive it, the way he thrives as a result of it i think is infinitely empowering to disabled folk; he’s an important character with a complicated set of morals and provides an excellent counterpoint for the protagonist james flint to play off of at every turn–

also me: i like john silver because he’s basically a meme 

zombieheroine:

The real writer experience is standing in the shower and coming up with the most authentic dialogue with perfect phrasing and raw emotion in your head, then stepping out and drying your hair, putting on some clean pajamas and opening a word document to write down all your perfect ideas only to realize everything has evaporated. 

(weeps)