itsfunnytome:

German guy confused by the meaning of “Party Pooper.”

It was a bad idea to watch this after my roommate’s gone to bed.

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SOMETHING BAD HAPPENS:

  • Normal people: Oh no! We're all gonna die!
  • Conspiracy theorists: ALIENS!
  • Doctor Who fandom: Oh, this is bad. This is extremely not very good.
  • Sherlock fandom: Not my division.
  • Merlin fandom: There's only one explanation- SORCERY!
  • Disney fandom: THE KINGDOM IS LOST!
  • Star Wars fandom: I have a bad feeling about this.
  • The Hunger Games fandom: Let's all go hide underground.
  • Harry Potter fandom: FUCK, HARRY FORGOT A HORCRUX!
  • Supernatural fandom: GET THE SALT!
"

The two resonance structures in Eq. 1.6 are fictitious,but nitromethane is a *real* molecule. Because we have no way to describe nitromethane accurately with a single Lewis structure, we must describe it as the hybrid of two fictitious structures. An analogy to this situation is a description of Fred Flatfoot, a real detective. Lacking words to describe Fred, we picture him as a resonance hybrid of two *fictional* characters:

Fred Flatfoot = [Sherlock Holmes James Bond]

This suggest that Fred is a dashing, violin-playing, pipe-smoking, highly intelligent British agent with an assistant named Watson, and that Fred likes his martinis shaken, not stirred.

"
— Ch. 1.4, Organic Chemistry Fifth Edition, Marc Loudon
Omg, those little baby sewing machines are the cutest things :<

Omg, those little baby sewing machines are the cutest things :<

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not-quite-normal:

So Katy and Carororo let me in on their animated Sherlock handcuff shenanigans!
Poor John did not think this through.

not-quite-normal:

So Katy and Carororo let me in on their animated Sherlock handcuff shenanigans!

Poor John did not think this through.

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"April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire…"
— T.S. Eliot (via shadowhostage)

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Morris Rosenfeld, The Larchmont Yacht Club, 1939.

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