Drama Chick Rhapsody

My name is Rose. I love the performing arts. My other interests include obsessing over movies and TV especially Superwholock.

black-flip:

fuks:

SAIL

a must see

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danteogodofsoup:

Excellent storytelling

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zerodaysdone:

that wasn’t very star trek of you

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 - TARDIS Ambient Console Hum

bonnie-bug:

Whovians — plug in your headphones, sit back, and close your eyes.

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theatlantic:

This Is Big: Scientists Just Found Earth’s First-Cousin

Right now, 500 light years away from Earth, there’s a planet that looks a lot like our own. It is bathed in dim orangeish light, which at high noon is only as bright as the golden hour before sunset back home. 
NASA scientists are calling the planet Kepler-186f, and it’s unlike anything they’ve found. The big news: Kepler-186f is the closest relative to the Earth that researchers have discovered. 
It’s the first Earth-sized planet in the habitable zone of another star—the sweet spot between too-hot Mercury-like planets and too-cold Neptunes— and it is likely to give scientists their first real opportunity to seek life elsewhere in the universe. “It’s no longer in the realm of science fiction,” said Elisa Quintana, a researcher at the SETI Institute. 
But if there is indeed life on Kepler-186f, it may not look like what we have here. Given the redder wavelengths of light on the planet, vegetation there would sprout in hues of yellow and orange instead of green.
Read more. [Image: NASA Ames/SETI Institute/JPL-Caltech]

theatlantic:

This Is Big: Scientists Just Found Earth’s First-Cousin

Right now, 500 light years away from Earth, there’s a planet that looks a lot like our own. It is bathed in dim orangeish light, which at high noon is only as bright as the golden hour before sunset back home. 

NASA scientists are calling the planet Kepler-186f, and it’s unlike anything they’ve found. The big news: Kepler-186f is the closest relative to the Earth that researchers have discovered. 

It’s the first Earth-sized planet in the habitable zone of another star—the sweet spot between too-hot Mercury-like planets and too-cold Neptunes— and it is likely to give scientists their first real opportunity to seek life elsewhere in the universe. “It’s no longer in the realm of science fiction,” said Elisa Quintana, a researcher at the SETI Institute. 

But if there is indeed life on Kepler-186f, it may not look like what we have here. Given the redder wavelengths of light on the planet, vegetation there would sprout in hues of yellow and orange instead of green.

Read more. [Image: NASA Ames/SETI Institute/JPL-Caltech]

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trilliath:

trilliath:

The guy is leaning against the door frame, looking a little winded, though he has the pizza bag balanced gently enough on his hand.
His eyes widen as Derek opens the door and his lips part in a soft ‘o’ before a flush spreads over his cheeks and a crinkled grin splits his face.
"Extra large pepperoni and mushrooms."
"You’re late," Derek says, though there’s not much bite to it. Just the usual hungry grouchiness that accompanies the anticipation of pizza.
"Sorry. There was… we weren’t sure which one of us was going to come. I had to arm-wrestle Scott for the tie-breaker." He seems smug about that for some reason as he slides the pizza out of the case and hands it over to Derek. "I’m Stiles, by the way."
Derek arches an eyebrow and says, “Derek,” since it’s only polite. He sets the pizza box aside.and takes the little mini clipboard to sign for the charge to his card.
Stiles plucks off the customer copy to hand to Derek and slides the clipboard into the bag, but he seems to be lingering a little, so Derek looks back at him, brows raised.
"So, uh. What do you think?" Stiles asks, eyelashes sweeping down flirtatiously as he leans against the door frame.
"About?"
"You know," Stiles replies, cheeks going hot.
Derek doesn’t know. But the variety of innuendos and possibilities that start spinning through his head are enough to distract him from the pizza and make him really look at the young man lingering in his doorway. His short hair is ruffled, strands going every which way like he runs his fingers through it on a regular basis. Bright eyes, a positively sinful mouth that’s quirked speculatively, and an appealing lanky form with just enough muscle in all the right places.
"Dude. About the special…" his face starts to pale and he straightens from his casual pose. "You have no idea what I’m talking about."
Derek shakes his head in confirmation, though he wishes now that he did know.
"Oh my god. Oh my god if Boyd did this as a - sorry. Sorry! Nevermind. Wow. Just."
He turns, face gone blank as he adds as almost an afterthought, “Excuse me. I have some murder to go commit. Uh, enjoy your pizza.”
And then he’s gone, disappearing down the apartment building hallway. Derek frowns after him, oddly disappointed at his departure and thoroughly confused.
Until he glances at the receipt in his hands.
The receipt that clearly says “special instructions: send your cutest delivery boy”
Derek leans his forehead against the door with a thump as he bellows, “CORA!”
His only response is hysterical laughter from behind the stairs.

It’s just an anomaly to be forgotten about, another thing to add to the list of “strange pizza delivery-boy shenanigans” that come with a job like this. And if he’s a little disappointed that Derek hadn’t actually sent for him (though Boyd had never actually admitted it, asking Stiles archly if he was calling Boyd a liar was the same as an admission, probably) it’s just another in a long string of missed opportunities and rejections.
So it takes a second for it to register two weeks later when Erica says with a mischievous smile as she snatches the box away from Scott’s waiting bag, “Not Scott. Stiles.”
"Huh? No. It’s Scott’s turn."
"537 Beacon Hill apartments, number 32 ring a bell?" she asks, eyebrows going up significantly.
He just continues to look at her like she’s crazy. Because she kindof is, as much as he loves her.
"Derek Hale," she says like she’s talking to a child, rolling her eyes as she shoves the box into his hands. "Hurry up. Don’t want to keep the man waiting," she adds with a wink.
Stiles glares as Isaac bursts into rude laughter, elbow deep in a batch of dough. Stiles just turns his glare back on Erica. “Not this again. Tell your boyfriend it wasn’t funny last time.”
She throws her hands up and makes a face that’s the picture of innocence. “Honest to god, it’s what the computer printed out from the customer!”
"Oh my god," Stiles says with a groan, taking the box and loading up the receipt tray into his bag. The printout clearly says "Send Stiles" in the little box for special instructions. He tries to quash the burble of hope that wells up in his chest at the thought that it might actually be intentional on Derek’s part. He doesn’t really want to get his pride crushed again. Then again, standing around looking at the others’ smirking faces doesn’t hold any appeal either so he quickly gathers his gear and heads out the door to load into his jeep.
The laughter he leaves in his wake has him vowing revenge of some sort on all of them. Like freezing Isaac’s keys in a block of ice. Or switching all of Erica’s work shirts for extra-extra-larges. Scott saves himself from the fate of having his cell-phone saran-wrapped by following him out, a worried frown replacing the glee on his face.
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trilliath:

trilliath:

The guy is leaning against the door frame, looking a little winded, though he has the pizza bag balanced gently enough on his hand.

His eyes widen as Derek opens the door and his lips part in a soft ‘o’ before a flush spreads over his cheeks and a crinkled grin splits his face.

"Extra large pepperoni and mushrooms."

"You’re late," Derek says, though there’s not much bite to it. Just the usual hungry grouchiness that accompanies the anticipation of pizza.

"Sorry. There was… we weren’t sure which one of us was going to come. I had to arm-wrestle Scott for the tie-breaker." He seems smug about that for some reason as he slides the pizza out of the case and hands it over to Derek. "I’m Stiles, by the way."

Derek arches an eyebrow and says, “Derek,” since it’s only polite. He sets the pizza box aside.and takes the little mini clipboard to sign for the charge to his card.

Stiles plucks off the customer copy to hand to Derek and slides the clipboard into the bag, but he seems to be lingering a little, so Derek looks back at him, brows raised.

"So, uh. What do you think?" Stiles asks, eyelashes sweeping down flirtatiously as he leans against the door frame.

"About?"

"You know," Stiles replies, cheeks going hot.

Derek doesn’t know. But the variety of innuendos and possibilities that start spinning through his head are enough to distract him from the pizza and make him really look at the young man lingering in his doorway. His short hair is ruffled, strands going every which way like he runs his fingers through it on a regular basis. Bright eyes, a positively sinful mouth that’s quirked speculatively, and an appealing lanky form with just enough muscle in all the right places.

"Dude. About the special…" his face starts to pale and he straightens from his casual pose. "You have no idea what I’m talking about."

Derek shakes his head in confirmation, though he wishes now that he did know.

"Oh my god. Oh my god if Boyd did this as a - sorry. Sorry! Nevermind. Wow. Just."

He turns, face gone blank as he adds as almost an afterthought, “Excuse me. I have some murder to go commit. Uh, enjoy your pizza.”

And then he’s gone, disappearing down the apartment building hallway. Derek frowns after him, oddly disappointed at his departure and thoroughly confused.

Until he glances at the receipt in his hands.

The receipt that clearly says “special instructions: send your cutest delivery boy

Derek leans his forehead against the door with a thump as he bellows, “CORA!”

His only response is hysterical laughter from behind the stairs.

It’s just an anomaly to be forgotten about, another thing to add to the list of “strange pizza delivery-boy shenanigans” that come with a job like this. And if he’s a little disappointed that Derek hadn’t actually sent for him (though Boyd had never actually admitted it, asking Stiles archly if he was calling Boyd a liar was the same as an admission, probably) it’s just another in a long string of missed opportunities and rejections.

So it takes a second for it to register two weeks later when Erica says with a mischievous smile as she snatches the box away from Scott’s waiting bag, “Not Scott. Stiles.”

"Huh? No. It’s Scott’s turn."

"537 Beacon Hill apartments, number 32 ring a bell?" she asks, eyebrows going up significantly.

He just continues to look at her like she’s crazy. Because she kindof is, as much as he loves her.

"Derek Hale," she says like she’s talking to a child, rolling her eyes as she shoves the box into his hands. "Hurry up. Don’t want to keep the man waiting," she adds with a wink.

Stiles glares as Isaac bursts into rude laughter, elbow deep in a batch of dough. Stiles just turns his glare back on Erica. “Not this again. Tell your boyfriend it wasn’t funny last time.”

She throws her hands up and makes a face that’s the picture of innocence. “Honest to god, it’s what the computer printed out from the customer!”

"Oh my god," Stiles says with a groan, taking the box and loading up the receipt tray into his bag. The printout clearly says "Send Stiles" in the little box for special instructions. He tries to quash the burble of hope that wells up in his chest at the thought that it might actually be intentional on Derek’s part. He doesn’t really want to get his pride crushed again. Then again, standing around looking at the others’ smirking faces doesn’t hold any appeal either so he quickly gathers his gear and heads out the door to load into his jeep.

The laughter he leaves in his wake has him vowing revenge of some sort on all of them. Like freezing Isaac’s keys in a block of ice. Or switching all of Erica’s work shirts for extra-extra-larges. Scott saves himself from the fate of having his cell-phone saran-wrapped by following him out, a worried frown replacing the glee on his face.

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colleenclarkart:

I made a comic with pretty much the same punchline as this other comic I made maybe no one will notice

colleenclarkart:

I made a comic with pretty much the same punchline as this other comic I made maybe no one will notice

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On the set of season 4.

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vulcanhobgoblin:

be back for dinner

i laugh every time omfg

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fireflyca:

aniorro:

Avengers Body Swap

  • Tony with Steve
  • Thor with Natasha
  • Bruce with Clint

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THIS IS THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN.

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officialbeaubokan:

if you’re a girl & you say you’ve never been physically attracted to a girl you’re lying girls are fucking hot

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We don’t need to fuel it.

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my-patronus-is-a-winchester:

gilmckinney:

gilmckinney:

god bless comic artists for drawing captain america’s ass so fine

you guys think im jokin

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ass so fine

god bless avengers casting directors for casting captain america’s ass so fine

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i pledge allegiance to that ass

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