I’m ready to be transformed by the ibuprofen . I’m ready to be born again in its purifying light.

Culture is so obsessed with the idea of lone geniuses that it doesn't really appreciate that most of the progress of science (and likely every other discipline) occurs collaboratively, in babysteps, and usually through a lot very tedious, utterly unsexy, work.

This is what’s so faulty with our short sighted coverage of scientific discoveries. You hear politicians question why we spend money on science studying insect wings and then decades later that research gets used by NASA for the most efficient way to fold/unfold solar panels on spacecraft. All of science is connected and useful because it enhances our understanding of the universe

heated rivalry - twitter edition (1/?)

bonus:

hr twitter (part 2/?) ft our little autistic man <3

heated rivalry twitter au (3/?) ft ilya being a menace

bonus: what if ilya had a secret stan account he used to tweet about shane and interact with fans without their knowledge?

heated rivalry twitter au (4/?) ft. the true rivalry

hr twitter au (5/?) ft. shane vs ilya interacting with hockey legend scott hunter on twitter

heated rivalry twitter (6/?) svetlana's tired of ilya's shit

heated rivalry twitter (7/?) ft married hollanov in celebration of the book 3 announcement

heated rivalry twitter (8/?) more married hollanov because the golden globe fits are so wedding to me

joke shamelessly stolen from this post:

heated rivalry twitter (9/?) ft ilya's secret shane stan account

I can clearly remember the moment I first realised my mother and I were living on completely different planes of existence. I was 7 years old and I came home from my school's first track and field day having placed second or third in every event. the teachers had been making jokes all afternoon about how many times they had to call my name. my friends thought I was cool as shit. my enemies thought I was cool as shit too, come to think of it. I was proud as hell. so I get home with the entire front of my shirt covered in ribbons like I was a military dictator who'd awarded himself every medal, I walk into the kitchen and tell my mum all about my day, and she goes "oh, that must be disappointing not getting any firsts." and I'm like no?? first of all the first place ribbons are red and I don't like red. second of all look at me. there's literally nowhere left on my body for accolades. I am fucking Jacked of All Trades. how could this possibly be a disappointment.

80% of unrivaled has to be ilya being incredibly uncool at all the casual intimacy he gets to have with shane now. they go to a bar with the team and shane puts his hand on ilya’s knee midsentence and ilya chokes on the rest of it. at the grocery store and ilya is holding up an avocado to see if it’s ripe enough and shane walks up behind him and puts a hand on his hip and ilya drops it. yes they’re having freak sex but now it’s because shane was on the phone with the dog groomer and they’re asking about appointment times and shane says “hold on let me ask my husband—“ and now he’s face down ass up in the middle of the kitchen and ilya is like say that again say that again say that again say that again

I NEED TO UNSEE THIS IMMEDIATELY I CANNOT BE THINKING ABOUT THIS ACTUALLY