“you Kept Me Like A Secret/i Kept You Like An Oath” Okay??!? And Just Like That I Am All Too Unwell

okay okay this might be a little morbid but how do you think ruby dies?? like there’s no way that poor girl will die of like, old age. she very nearly died like ten times in the time span of HALF A YEAR I MEAN STATISTICALLY SHE’S NOT GONNA MAKE IT TO 25

she’s 100% going out protecting someone/something of importance though, so that’s...something i guess 

this is miserable. i’m miserable. i’ve made myself miserable. 

Dark Academia aesthetics for science subjects

Physics

Chewed lips and fingernails. Coffee rings on your desk, and books, and pages. A sparrow pauses at your windowsill - it turns to you, and you have the strangest feeling that it understands something that you cannot. The atoms around you seem to communicate. Your eyelashes flutter, your fingers are stained. Who are you. What is this. What is this.

Astronomy

Lying on cobblestone in loose, flowey clothing. Your hands are cold, but something inside you burns, quietly - in your sternum, in your gut, behind your eyes, behind your teeth. Pinpricks of stars on a velvet night, glints of dust on a sun-streak, droplets of rain on a windowsill. All of this, and you, are the same.

Botany

A candle burns on your desk. Scrapbooks are filled with sketches, and pressed flowers, and dried leaves. Vines creep over a stone wall. You drink herbal tea with the bag left in. Tonight you press wax stamps to handwritten letters. You sit and drink the moonlight. You whisper to the plant on your windowsill.

Chemistry

Loose, giddy laughter. Two friends, shrieking and spinning, alone in a dark hall. Ridiculous, unfeasible ideas. Chicken-scratch notes. Walking the halls of an old university, gothic and dead and alive. You spent hours and hours in the lab, so consumed you don’t notice the time pass. It’s dark when you step outside. You tremble with excitement. Tomorrow.

Medicine

Macabre diagrams of skulls and human anatomy on yellowed paper. Your journals are cryptic: the scratched cursive look like clues, the symbols, code. Nights and nights and nights spent awake, exhaustion tugging at your clothes and your eyes and your neck, but your mind buzzes with an electric determination that teeters on madness. Clasped hands, and quiet camaraderie.

Veterinary medicine

Untamed grass on a misty morning, embroidered with wildflowers. You wear an old dress, or a white shirt tucked into loose checked trousers. Dew brushes your ankles. Your fingers card gently over fur. A kiss just barely touches skin. Your mind is sharp, but your heart is open. There is a breeze through the open window.

Technology

City lights. Ideas that swirl - no, prick at you, fine needle points of inspiration that kiss at the base of your neck, your jaw, your head, and you scramble to turn them into something real. Rusty gears turn on an old watch. A quirked eyebrow. You smell rain on the pavement. 

Psychology

A lone ballerina spins in an abandoned chapel; a streak of white against darkness. Tea in a vintage teacup, spoon left in, on a neat pile of books. Quiet gasps, soft hands and cursive writing. The echo of footsteps. A hand brushes through your hair. A mist rolls in. You think this dawn looks like a dusk.

Marine Biology

Waves heave and undulate, like a great ribcage swelling with breath. You watch it from a lighthouse, blank faced and austere in a long black coat. A small flame of fear quivers in the hollow of your chest. At the old wooden desk, you work.You lick your lips and taste brine.

click here for part 1: (aesthetics for literature, classics, philosophy, fine art, political science, and history)

Pretty good short video on how bad the new hp game is

i feel like everyone at Spectrum would sorta band together to like...help care fro ruby. they’d all sorta help out hitch and mrs digby best they could. alos mrs digby would get EXTREMELY protective of ruby. like would not let the girl out of her sight, hitch actually had to step in at one point

very sad post but i lowkey want to know what would’ve happened if Brant and Sabina died after the pirate attacks. like Ruby and Hitch and Mrs Digby just thinking about it was so sad to read but what if……

jonathan byers, reblog if you agree

Rr character ask - LB

3, 12, 18, 20, 23, 24 and 29.

Thanks :)

again, sorry this took so long!

3) A song that reminds me of them: Little Dark Age by MGMT

12) Sexuality hc! idk, she seems like a bit of a 'whatever,' kinda person. All I know is that she was very very in love with Bradley Baker :(

18) How do you think they were as a kid? (Like, were they shy, noisy, wild, etc) Exactly the way she is as an adult. Kinda like how I imagine Ruby to be but like, reversed.

20) A weird headcanon: I think it would be very cool if LB was like, an early punk?? Kinda sorta?? It's set in the early 70s so punk was barely a thing but I just like the idea of a vaguely punk LB

24) What do you think is a secret they have that they never told anyone? Life became easier after Bradley was presumed dead.

29) How do you think they would be as a parent? (and if they are a parent, how do you think they would be if they weren't?) She wouldn't be the sort of mum to sugarcoat things yk, she'd always just say it as it is. No bullshit, but loves her kids v much and would do anything for them

like middle of brown and blonde 

so we all agree that clancy crew is blonde and definitely not straight? yup yup got it

the main thing that puts me off of playing chess is that there is 2000 years of gameplay that hundreds of people with higher IQs than me have spent thousands of hours studying the history of, so much so that when i put the pawn forward they say “ah i see youre going for the bulgarian somersault” and then i try to take their bishop with my knight and they go “aw, rookie mistake, youve played the frenchmans cumsock, and in approximately 37 moves i’ll have won”

crows be like: