Rosalind Franklin was born #OTD in 1920. Her work was instrumental in the discovery of the structure of DNA: http://wp.me/s4aPLT-franklin
a bouquet for butch lesbians: 💐 and a big old fuck you to those who equate them with men
Murphy: I failed my safety course today
Emori: Why? What happened?
Murphy: Well one of the questions was "In the case of a fire what steps would you take?"
Emori: And?
Murphy: Well apparently, "FUCKING LARGE ONES" isn't an acceptable answer.
I love the expressions when people fall in love.
So, I’ve studied a blushing face for a long time.
Someone want to see a happy one, so i made happy one better than others.
Enjoy the meme!
Are there any works in the post-apocalyptic genre with post-apocalyptic librarians? People who worked in the public library and after the Bad Thing decide to stay and keep the library clean, safe and available for anyone who needs it. People can’t remove books from the premises anymore, because they’re too precious, but you can stay as long as you want and read them or copy them out–the librarians encourage making copies, so that the information can circulate beyond the physical boundaries of the library.
After a while it becomes an unspoken reality of the post apocalyptic society that you Just Don’t fuck with the library. You don’t fight there, you don’t steal from it, you don’t allow harm to come to librarians when they have to leave the building for supplies.
People donate food and books and paper with no expectation of reciprocity, because the librarians don’t ask for anything when you need a place to hide or information or, fuck, to read a schlocky crime novel because you need to escape reality in some purple prose.