#Chem II lab

[rootbeerfloats]

my registration for next semester opened up right after i finished an oral presentation for my gen chem I lab and i literally just crafted the worst schedule possible im gonna cry WHY WAS MY REGISTRATION DATE SO LATE THIS SUCKS SO BAD

[satuurnos]

HEYYYYY GUESS WHO GOT A 2.83% ERROR ON THEIR TITRATION FUCK YEAH IT WAS THE LIGHTEST PINK IVE EVER SEEN

[eupheme]

— common ground [into the fire, part iii]

part i | part ii | masterlist

cooper howard / the ghoul x f!reader

rated e - 4k

tags: dubcon, power dynamics, vault dweller!reader, bounty hunting, pwp, sex for favors, 1 spank, sub/dom elements, light degradation, use of chems, shotgunning chems, riding, PiV, canon-typical violence and death

a/n: the scene where he complained about doing all the work had me like 👀 (reimagining), so here we go! 💖

“S’that right? Need me to fuck you? Fill up that greedy little cunt?”

His head tipping back as he hums, as if disappointed. Each word exaggerated, with his slow drawl, “Well, I’d sure like to sweetheart… but it seems to me like I’ve been doing an awful lot of work around here.”

“Findin’ this place. Cleanin’ it out. Gettin’ you clothes.” A sigh, before his voice drops, “Makin’ you come.”

“Think you oughta return the favor, don’t you?”

(Or - you take the Ghoul for a ride)

"Fuck!”

You crouch outside as another loud shotgun blast fires - the wooden door next to you peppering with bullets.

This wasn't what you had in mind.

You had thought you'd find a chem station in the next town. A pharmacy, an old hospital. Something somewhat respectable - not standing watch as the Ghoul blew his way through a long-abandoned two-story home.

The layered yelling dies off with each pull of his trigger, until everything going silent.

He finds you there a moment later, still curled in on yourself. A roll of his eyes when he sees you - still unused to the violence.

"It's clear." The Ghoul beckons, "Let's find that station."

You follow him inside, your gaze boring a hole into his back. Trying hard not to look down, nose wrinkling when you almost trip over a set of legs that sprawl across the floor.

A hand pinches at your elbow, keeping you upright.

"What?" He asks, at your expression.

"Did you have to..." You start, as he checks down the hallway.

It's empty - the doors leading to two bedrooms. The bed frames bare and rusted, the rooms already picked through.

A shrug, "They shot first."

"You goaded them."

You could hear him, even from outside. That knowing tone - some kind of warning. A rough laugh, and then the firefight had started.

"We're looking for a chem station, sweetheart." He scoffs, head cocking as he backs you up against the door he just closed, "Think they're gonna share with you like you’re on a goddamn play date?"

"They-" You blink up at him, "They might have."

He clicks his tongue, giving you a long look,"You still got a lot to learn, Vaultie."

A second, before he steps away.

"These weren't those kind of people."

You find it in the basement. A man slumped just outside the cracked-open door, the weathered lab coat stained and splattered red on the left-hand side.

Anything salvageable from above must have been brought down here. Three threadbare mattresses behind a makeshift wall. A long couch that faces a television that still runs, the picture blurry with static.

The station sits along the back wall. A beaker still bubbles over the burner, the smell acrid. Bottles litter the surface - something being made in a batch.

Your mind is already racing ahead, eyes scanning for things you'll need. Too-large gloves shoved on, disposing of the burnt mixture while you search for an empty glass.

Missing how he angles the couch to watch, feet propped up on the wooden coffee table. That ever-steady wariness waning with your focus, the tension in his shoulders easing as he sinks into the cushion.

You're too busy to notice. Sorting the different ingredients, littered across the counter.

There's an excess of toxic soot flowers, their petals papery between your fingers. Opened packages of Med-X, a spilled pile of Buffout. A jar of acid.  

Psycho. Cut with something else, something stronger. You think the Ghoul was right - maybe you had been foolish to underestimate them.

You try to shake the thought away, as you gather what you need. Antiseptic, from your own bag. Three jars of glowing fungus, found beneath the sagging counter. Ground up and tipped into a dusty beaker, the heat turned down low.

"Can you get me some water?" You call from over your shoulder, a jar held in your hand.

There's no answer. Silence, until something hard presses into your back, pinning you against the table.

It feels familiar, the way his hips nudge against yours, and it sends your mind back. An urge to arch - bend low. Mimicking the days before, where you can still feel the twinge of him with the stretch of your thighs.

"You think you're callin' the shots now, sweetheart?" His voice is low, the brim of his hat brushing your head as he leans over your shoulder.

"No," You squeak - caught off-guard, "I just-, I can't leave this until it thickens."

"Mm.” His hum is low. “Too bad. Would've liked to see you try.”

Heat blooms in your cheeks at his words, that rough drawl, even after the last couple days. A thin layer of suggestion in his tone, as he shifts closer - his chest bumping into your back.

Your mind flickering through possibilities, before his voice cuts through.

“Said you need water?”

"Yes. Please," The nod you give is small - you have to start your stirring over, losing your rhythm, "I saw a few cartons in the kitchen. If you don't mind."

"Polite little thing, when you're distracted," He husks, "I'll have to remember that."

The Ghoul makes no effort to move, though. Fingers wrapping around the glass. His other hand gripping the edge of the table, boxing you in. You wonder if he can hear the way your heart thuds in your chest, eyes fixed firmly on your work.

“Where’d you learn to do this?”

It takes you a second to answer - he’d had never offered many questions. Responses that were no more than a couple of words, over the stretch of long hours on the road.

“Uh, my Vault. We were short on hands, my mother was a chemist.” Your words are slow - a still-painful topic, “Used to make all kinds of stuff. Medicine and… and chems, alike.”

People who left were always brought back. Dazed and half-sick from the world above, whatever they had seen. Left at your doorstep to be patched up, if they made it that long.

You always told yourself that wouldn’t be you.

That when you were gone, you’d stay that way.

“Hm.” His tone flattens, “Wouldn’t have guessed. Don’t seem the type.”

“Yeah?” You head turns, catching his shadowed ones. Leaning into the welcome diversion, “What type do I seem like, then?”

The Ghoul’s eyes narrow, an unconscious flick down to your mouth.

“Trouble.” He husks, with a shallow roll of his hips. You can’t help the short inhale that he’s certain to hear, the way your fingers tighten around your instruments.

“Though I’m still workin’ out what kind.”

It’s there that he leaves you. Flustered and silently revisiting evenings before, a familiar anticipation curling low inside you.

The steps creak behind you as he slips upstairs. Returning some time later with what you need - twirling a dented pot found in the kitchen, so you can purify it. Folding himself onto the couch when you tell him it will be a while.

A cut glass decanter salvaged as well, that he drinks directly from. A rough gasp as the bitter alcohol floods through him. Helping himself to the chems that litter the tabletop - before his feet kick up, the hat tipped low over his face.

You think he does rest - a rarity.

You examine him then - as you wait for the water to boil, and then cool, before you can use it to mix with the other components.

Taking the rare chance to do it freely.

In the Wasteland you’ve learned to stay cautious. That you can’t fall behind. That surely he would notice, if your gaze lingered on him for too long.

But here, time seems to slow for a moment. Nothing to do but wait, as your fingers drift to your neck. Pressing into the bruise, as if you could feel the indents of his teeth.

His presence feels the same.

A mark left on you. Something you can’t help but want to touch, even if it aches. A reminder that lingers, and there’s a part of you that wishes it would stay.

It has you wondering, as your eyes sweep across him. Over the long-faded clothes, hiding rough and reddened skin - every inch of him wrapped away.

If you got close enough-

Would you find that he bore a mark of his own?

You make enough for a little over two weeks. Carefully poured and sealed into a variety of small bottles and tubes you’ve scavenged, scraping out every last bit that you can.

In the less-than-stellar conditions, it didn’t turn out so bad. The vials you had seen him buy was a thin, piss-yellow that had made you cringe. Poor work to begin with, and that was even before it was cut with more water.

What you offer out to him is thick - a sheen clinging to the glass as it sloshes, when it passes from your hand to his.

Liquid gold, in comparison.

“Mm.” The Ghoul hums - eyes greedy, as he examines, holding it up to the bit of light.

Before they’re focusing on you. Flickering from head to toe - considering - before his legs spread a bit wider. A hand clapping down against a thigh.

The look you give him is blank. A squeak when his fingers hook around one of your belt loops and pulls - hauling you onto his lap.

“You think I’m just gonna take somethin’ you cooked up?” His brow lifts, hands pinching against your hips, “Not a chance, sweetie. I think we oughta try this together.”

The Ghoul’s fingers slip up then, rucking up the hem of your shirt. His tone turning knowing.

“And I don’t think you’ve got enough in you.”

Your cheeks burn at his insinuation. More than aware, your breath catching as the rough tips of his leather gloves drag across your skin.

“Bet I’ve been leakin’ out of you since last time.” The Ghoul rasps, “Wouldn’t want to waste this, would we?”

He’s solid beneath you. Your thighs splitting on either side of his waist, knees digging into old cushions. Close enough to kiss - if you weren’t so certain he’d bite.

Lost though, on how to proceed. You don’t know the rules to his game. Always keeping you at arms-length - wrists bound, caught in his grip.

Would he let you touch him?

He mistakes your hesitance, his brow pinching.

“Spent enough time starin’. Lookin’ like you wanted to take a ride.” Acid slips into his tone, teeth bared, “Change your mind, now you’ve got a front row seat?”

That knocks you out of your thoughts - embarrassed that you were caught staring at him. Annoyed by his assumption. A scoff, as your hips start to move, a slow roll. Hands coming up to rest against his shoulders, meeting his eyes.

They’re pretty, like the rest of him. Shades of light brown - looking like they’re caught the sun, even underground. Thick lashes, above the deep hollow of sunken eye sockets, the split cavern of his missing nose.

Something that had startled you, the first time you saw him. Now, you hardly even notice. And his mouth -

“I’m not scared of you.” You murmur, watching the way his lip curls in a sneer. A soft sound bitten back as you grind down, feeling how he’s stiff beneath you.

You wonder how long he’s been this way. Hard, from watching you work. Waiting.

Another exchange, though you wish you could tell him it doesn’t have to be that way. You had meant what you said, when you had made your offer - even if you mean it a little differently, now.

Maybe you still could.

“You should be,” The Ghoul growls - hands ghosting over your sides, up to the thin cotton, “If you had any goddamn sense. Letting me touch you like this-”

A hand is cupping your breast now. A hard swipe of his thumb against your stiff peak, your fingers biting down into his jacket.

Your hips jerk against his. A soft moan, when the seam of your pants catches against your clit - leaving you clenching around nothing.

“I want you to.” You confess - catching the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head, “Told you, whatever you want.”

The Ghoul makes a rough sound in his throat, watching as you tug the cups down to fit beneath your breasts, putting yourself on display for him.

“Haven’t learned, have you?” He warns, his voice low, “Don’t make an offer you can’t follow through on.”

The pinch of his fingers sends an ache down to settle between your thighs, the hint of pain pairing with your pleasure.

Your own hand wandering, wanting to see more. Sliding against a leather vest, the stained shirt beneath that was once as blue as your suit. Frayed, looping embroidery on the faded collar.

Feeling the warmth of his skin as you tug at the snap at his throat. An inch, and then another, before he’s catching your hand.

Dragging it up to his shoulders, fixing you with a look, “You best keep those right here.”

“You don’t want me to touch you?” You ask, eyes flicking down to the peek of skin at his throat.

“I want these off.” He tells you instead, snapping the waistband of your pants against skin.

You have to leave him to do it. Watching the way his arms stretch across the back of the sofa, as you kick the pants off, then your underwear beneath.

Bare again, as you settle. Fitting yourself against the curve of his cock. Leather and metal kissing your skin as you move against him, until his lips are parted with a ragged breath.

You can feel your muscles clench. The slick slide of your pussy against his bulge, barely nudging at that deep-seated ache to be filled.

“Makin’ a mess, sweetheart.” He husks, his hips lifting to meet yours. Gloved hands moving to curl around your waist - pulling you down to meet him, coaxing a lazy rhythm from you.

“Rubbin’ up against me like a bitch in heat. Should make you clean that up.”

It coaxes a whine from you, as you let him move you. The sound does something to you - the layered approval in his tone, the low rasp of his voice. Not so unaffected as he seems, with how hard he is beneath you.

He must see it in your expression, a hand leaving the couch to grasp at your chin. Flexing up and into you, letting you feel the hard ridge of him.

“This what you want, sweetheart?”

Making you meet his gaze, as you answer. All dark eyes and the flash of teeth, under the brim of his hat.

“Yes.” You keen, “I need you, please-”

“S’that right? Need me to fuck you? Fill up that greedy little cunt?”

His head tipping back as he hums, as if disappointed. Each word exaggerated, with his slow drawl, “Well, I’d sure like to sweetheart… but it seems to me like I’ve been doing an awful lot of work around here.”

The hand leaves your chin to drop down. Slowly loosening a belt buckle, letting it pool on the cushions. Your cheeks heating when you see the slick shine to the front of his pants, where you’ve rutted yourself against him.

“Findin’ this place. Cleanin’ it out,” His eyes are on yours - your breath short as he tugs the zipper down. “Gettin’ you clothes.”

A sigh, before his voice drops, “Makin’ you come.”

You moan at that, a soft sound caught behind your teeth - fingers pinching into his shoulders.

Waiting for him to draw his cock out - fist wrapped around the base. Flushed and thick in his palm, inches away from where you need him.

The Ghoul does grin then, a wicked thing that shows his teeth.

“Think you oughta return the favor, don’t you?”

He’s giving you an inch - seeing if you’ll try to take a mile. A firm handle, still wrapped around a fist, but loosening the reins.

Letting himself watch.

“Seems fair.” You manage, breathless.

“Then go on,” He husks, “Show me how you can take it.”

Your hand reaches down, but then he’s clicking his tongue - fingers fixing back on his shoulders.

Leaving you to lift your hips. His cock slipping against your slick core, your teeth biting into your lip as you line yourself up - the rough head catching at your entrance.

It’s different this time. Sinking down on him, feeling each inch as it splits you open - instead of suddenly filling you to the hilt.

“Fuck,” You sigh, with the stretch. It twinges deep inside you, where his hips fit against yours.

Lifting yourself only to sink back down, his arms flexing beneath his coat as he lets you ride him, your pace slowly picking up until you’re bouncing on his cock.

As much as you enjoyed last time, there was something about this. Fully able to watch the way his lips part, hear the rattling groan when you tighten around him.

See the way his eyes skate across the bruise on your neck, only to drop down to watch the sway of your tits as your fingers lace behind his neck.

“Goddamn, sweetheart.” His hand flattens against the small of your back. The other gripping your hip, tugging you towards him, “You sure know how to ride.”

Not giving you time to answer, before his head is dipping. The brim of his hat knocking back when it hits your chin - the tips of your fingers just catching it. Slipping it on your own head for safekeeping before he can protest.

It earns you a sharp nip against the curve of your breast, before his lips close around the tight peak of a nipple and sucks.

You cry out, chasing the pressure that builds in your belly. Growing even more wet with the slick swirl of his tongue and the scrape of teeth - his cock grinding against a spongy spot inside you as you arch into his mouth.

“Please,” You whine, fingers flexing and then curling. Needing more friction against your clit, where your heartbeat has dropped and settled.

Trying so hard to listen, a whine between your gritted teeth. Your tits glossy with spit when he leans back, giving you a knowing look.

“You wanna come?” He husks - his eyes dropping, as you nod, “Only if you lean back and show me, sweetheart.”

Relief sings in you, as you adjust. Thighs spreading, as you grip onto his shoulder. Leaning back until he can watch the way he spears into you. How he shines, all slicked up, with each roll of your hips.

Your other hand loses its grip in his coat to slip down, press where your bodies meet.

Fingertips circle, a low moan at the much-needed touch. Your rhythm grows sloppy until his hands hook beneath your thighs. Guiding you into a harsh rhythm, each pound of his cock winding you higher and higher as the couch creaks beneath you.

“Come on, cowpoke.” He rasps, his hand cracking down against your ass, “Is that the best you can do?”

It builds - your fingers pressing harder against the slick bud. Whimpered noises that are more sound than words, as his thighs spread, feet planting so he can drive up into you.

“I said come on.” He growls, “Wanna feel you come on my cock again.”

Like before, it feels like the control slips through your fingers. Your own touch brings you close to that edge, but it’s the pounding of his cock that makes you fall.

Your back arching, crying out as your core clenches. Pleasure bursting deep inside you, racing up your spine and down to the tips of your fingers and pointed toes.

The quick thrust slowa into a lazy grind. A low “atta girl” that he grits out, as he feels the way you come hard around him.

Eyes dropping from your face to watch the greedy press of your fingers as you draw it out - until his own hand is wrapping around your wrist.

Tugging your hand away as the pleasure still courses inside you, hips still chasing the last ripples as you ride his cock.

Bringing your fingers to his mouth. Fitting them against teeth and tongue as his lips close around, tasting the slick that clings to them.

It makes goosebumps raise on your skin. The briefest thrill of fear. Certain that if you pulled your fingers free right now, the flesh and muscle would peel from you - leaving only bones behind.

He groans loudly around them, teeth indenting your skin. Tongue swirling against your knuckles, his hips rocking up to meet yours.

Freeing you, only to grasp at your hips - urging you to move faster. A loud slap of skin until his jaw is clenching - and he’s bringing you down once more against him with a rough sound.

Coming inside you again, but this time you get to see the way his head tips back with his snarl. How his fingers bite into your skin as you feel him throb - throat bared as he spills deep inside you with each rough jerk of his hips.

A flare of something flicking to life in your belly, knowing you did this to him. The groan he made when he tasted you echoing in your mind, giving you something to keep.

You make to move when he goes still, but a hand grips at your hip - holding you in place. Keeping you full of him, as the afterglow still glitters in your veins.

His eyes are dark, fixed on you. Taking in your shadowed, half-lidded gaze - sweat-dewed and bare skinned against him. His hat, still perched on your head. Looking like it belongs there.

A hand digs around in his bag. Pulling out the inhaler for his serum. Snapping it together without his gaze leaving you.

Bringing it to his mouth after - sucking in a deep, held breath. Those eyes closing with a low, contented groan.

A broad hand slips from your hip to splay across the back of your neck, fingers digging into your throat. Pulling you down to him - just as his head tilts to press his lips against yours.

Just as you soften, he exhales - the RadAway flooding through your parted lips. A stinging, metallic taste of iodine that makes you shudder, before you realize he’s deepening the kiss.

You lean into it without thought. The ache in your gums fading with the brush of his tongue. His grip anchoring you in place as he takes, licking into your mouth while his cock still fills you.

Leaving you breathless. Letting him, as your own arms wrap around his shoulders to keep him close. Meeting the messy scrape of teeth and swirl of tongue. The sharp taste fading, layered with the whisky and a hint of you that still lingers.

Before he’s pulling back far too soon, eyes dark as he pants.

“Fuck.” He rasps - his tongue tasting where yours had been, flicking across a lower lip. Before he’s looking at the inhaler - shaking it for another use.

“Looks like I might just have to keep you around.”

You make what you can with the rest of the supplies afterward - waste not, want not. An extra stimpak. Swiping the rest of the mentats, keeping the grape and berry ones for yourself. Refilling your canteen with more of the purified water.

The rest of the chems you gather - packing them in a tin. Tossing them his way, a low whistle when he sees what’s inside.

It’s late enough that the Ghoul decides it’s best to stay here, and leave at dawn. Certain that he will catch up to the bounty tomorrow, already sure of two places where he might be offloading the stolen wares.

You don’t mind. The uneasy thought of sleeping in a house with corpses quickly overshadowed by the real mattresses waiting in the basement. Stained but there’s still bedding - patched up blankets.

A fire, that he coaxes to life in the fireplace upstairs. Dinner, roasting over it.

It almost feels like something. A moment you can play pretend - that these walls will keep you safe.

That maybe you could clean it up.

That maybe he didn’t despise you, and maybe he’d want to stay.

It’s a foolish thought, a sigh as you push it from you. Digging a spoon into the rusted can of Pork ‘N Beans you had scavenged - not trusting the look of the skewer he had been tending.

A thumb running across your lower lip, as you chew. Remember how his had felt. Examining the angry marks pressed into your knuckles. 

His shadow crosses over you, then - you have to crane your neck up to see him. His hat back where it belongs, much like your own clothes.

The tilt of his head, as he considers you again. Before his hand is slipping into the bag that slings across his shoulder.

Gloved fingers curling around something - tossing it silently into your lap, before he’s disappearing upstairs to finish his sweep of the house.

It’s golden, in the light of the fireplace. Seems like he’s already done a little looting of his own. A rolled up bag, the tube and needle tucked inside.

And a bottle of the RadAway you made for him.

save a horse, ride a cowboy and all that 🤠💖 (thank you so much for reading! would love to know what you thought if you enjoyed!)

[ros3ybabe]

What classes are you taking?

For this semester,

fitness for health and sport

psychology - experimental methods

anatomy one lab

life cycle nutrition - online

personal finance

culinary class

Total of 17 credit hours

For the next semester

retaking general chemistry II + Lab

supplemental chemistry course to help me pass chem

psychology of emotion

medical terminology - online

yoga (for 1st and 2nd half of the semester)

food production class

Total of 17 credit hours

I'm studying Nutrition (major), Psychology (minor), Exercise Science (minor), and am going to add business Management (Small Business and Entrepreneurship) as a 2nd major for the next year!

I'm pretty much not graduating within 4 years as I'm adding things a little late plus I switched majors after freshman year. <3

[milinary]

Chem Major Journey: Spring 2022

Hi, it’s me again, talking to an audience of absolutely no one except myself and a void.

- Ochem II was a major challenge. The labs were super scary bc we had to create our own procedures and she wouldn’t let us ask questions unless it was for safety or if we used 1 of our bonus points. And I’m not one to give that shit up. I had to save that for my exams.

- Despite the labs being hard I really enjoyed this semester. My friends and I had a blast and I am honestly gonna miss all of them since we are all transferring to 4-year universities.

- also yo bitch got a 4.0 this semester again B)! You can say I’m a chemistry god or something. I got a nice ass A on the second part of the final sooooo I’m a legend. Synthesis don’t stop a bitch.

- I took one other class. I didn’t really have anything left since I’m transferring so it was just psych for my general Ed. It was like a self-help class so easy A.

- I got some neat leadership opportunities as well. I won’t mention them because I am like so terrified of someone from my school recognizing who I am.

- I also got a full-ride to my 4-year and got a bunch of scholarships on top of that! I am super proud of myself bc I worked my ass off.

- 10/10 highly recommend community college and then transferring to a 4-year. Despite america being notorious for its astronomical pricing of university, I am debt and loan free because of this choice:)!

- I’m also thinking of minoring in math. I figured out I’m really into applied mathematics. I enjoyed diff equs so I’m gonna try out more upper div classes like that.

- I think I’m discovering what type of chemistry I wanna go into when I enter a PHd program. I am thinking analytical chemistry cause I wanna be like a toxicologist or forensic analyst. We will see tho because lead scientist in clinical research still makes me wet.

XOXO Gossip Girl

[warcrimesimulator]

My general chemistry II professor (not the lab lecture professor) was shit. He was this old fuckin' dude who also taught physical chemistry for grad students, and he was out of class all the time because he was going to scientific conferences in other countries. Dude could not talk to us like normal people, he really should not have been teaching undergrad classes.

I have no idea how I made it through that class. There are a few classes I struggled with, soil biogeochemistry and organic chemistry come to mind, but at least they were interesting and fun. Gen chem II was Hell.

I made a 15 on an exam in that class. I vividly remember that exam and making my "born to fail chemistry is a fuck" post that I'd reblog before every other chemistry exam thereafter.

[inkofamethyst]

May 23, 2022

I read seven books last semester and four this semester.  I was on a roll this school year.  Not sure if I’m gonna finish the Iliad though.  The story seems interesting, but I may give it a try as an audiobook.  I can’t read it in my head as fast as most books without losing interest, so there’s a theatrical element in my head when I’m reading it, but that can get tiresome.  I think I’d like to have someone else just tell it to me.

Even though I’m taking three bio courses (no chem, no physics, finally, just me n my majors) next semester, I hope that having one of them online will lighten the load quite a bit.  Like I’m looking forward to almost all of my classes (I’m taking dev bio bc I have to (it’s not a required class but it’s in a category from which I have to choose one course)) which is nice, but so much science in one semester is probably going to be pretty difficult without the break of a more flexible online class.  Also I won’t have to worry so much about dreadful Mondays next semester which is something to look forward to.

I’m kind of all over the place today but there’s this award that my uni gives to one graduating senior each year and like,,, I was reading the blurbs from the finalists and they’re literally insane.  These students do so much it made me tired just reading about it.  And I won’t lie, a very small part of me was disappointed in myself because there’s no way I’ll manage to even be a finalist for that after receiving the middle school and high school equivalents.  I don’t really regret my choices, and it’s not really something I was shooting for anyway.  Besides, I’m getting two degrees for free, so.

I finally watched The Batman and I really liked it!  Even though no one cares, here’s a rundown of my thoughts throughout:

Even at the opening monologue I could see what my photo-friend meant when he said with “this movie feels like it comes from the comics”

People (on twitter/pinterest) kept saying that they made Bruce an uncool emo kid instead of the suave billionaire and I kinda dig the change

God this is creepy

Miss Kravitz was really serving up something there

Riddler is a villain sure but he’s kinda makin points.  Shame about the killings tho

Why is Gotham Like That

Peguin rejoicing right before the batmobile zooms through the flames?  A+ comedy gold

Penguin waddling?  Fantastic

Batman is literally so smart why am I such a smooth brain I never would’ve figured that out

Jim + Batsy I love them

Thats Horrific :D

The fight lit by gunfire?  p cool p cool

Why would you even build a city like this

DC really goes hard on “the true villain was the mental health we tanked along the way” and also “if you don’t care for your citizens’ needs they will do Stuff Like This” and nobody listens but it’s the truth

I went to see The Planets with my sister and the only one I could recognize by name was Jupiter because it’s the only one I’d heard before (on Wolf359, actually).  The orchestra was fantastic, by the way.  However, despite Jupiter being this bold, brassy tune that’s easily recognizable, I felt that it was the least musically complex of the movements.  I can’t recall which one off the top of my head was my favorite (I was sort of just breathing it all in, less so thinking about ranking the movements), but I don’t think it would be Jupiter, actually.  It was the most fun because I knew it; it was the one I was excited to hear the most, but the others were also composed so thoughtfully.

Also my sister and I were two of very few non-retirees in the concert hall, so there’s that.  That was my first symphony orchestra concert (as an audience member).  Wild.

Today I’m thankful for all As and a B and that I’ll never have to take another class in the chemistry department at my uni ever again.  And good riddance to the physics department too.  I mean I love learning.  Even with chem, it’s rare that I don’t enjoy learning the material (exceptions: chem labs and orgo II which felt like mechanism memorization almost entirely (tbh, biochem II was much like orgo II in that sense when compared to their prerequisite counterparts (but despite my inability to do incredibly well on the exams, I still enjoyed biochem II))), but physics sucked me almost dry and I hated that.  So good riddance.

My boyfriend asked if I’d join him for a chamber concert duet in the fall.  Obviously I said yes.  Lowkey excited. [edit: I feel the need to clarify that there are associated worries but I am willfully choosing not to give them any airtime]

[srbxstudying]

11/08/2023

DONE: I did the neuro assignment (thought it had multiple submissions. it did not. its looking bleak out here). i did opal quiz 1-2 and filled out the lab workbooks. i stapled my papers together fucking finally. finished lecture quizzes 1-4.

TO DO: still wanna run through any chem lab resources i might need + print the workbook. chem whs cert. lab is at 2pm - i can do chem notes in the time before

THIS WEEKEND: hsphys notes (renal part ii). quiz opens monday, so i wanna do a quick revision session finish up my lecture 3 notes. finish up neuro l3 notes. chem lecture 2 and 3 notes. and equiz 2.

NEXT WEEK: week 4. hsphys quiz 1 opens, neuro lab 3 + opal quiz + lecture quiz + in lecture spot test @/12pm. PRINT ANATOMY WHS LAB CERT X2. chem equiz 3. lecture 4 notes for all units.

[partialbirthabortion]

Back on top in Gen Chem II lab bab-ey

[essayly]

General Chemistry II

Gen Chem II with lab

[simp-eiri]

CuSO₄ hecka looks beautiful 💙

[krisdreaming]

ii. The One When You’re Apart

｢ Masterlist ｣

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x reader

WC: 1.2k

Summary: You and Kuroo are at different universities, and this year, you can’t spend his birthday with him.

A/N: Day 2! This one might be my favorite of the fics bc I love me some very soft angst ;-; dw though it’s pretty much just fluffy!!

You get back to your dorm after dinner, and you finally have some time to call Kuroo. It’s his birthday, and up to this point all you’ve been able to do is send him a quick message. This long distance thing sucks every day, but you especially hate it on days like this.

“Hi Tetsu,” You say, smiling when his face finally appears on your phone screen. You can tell by the background that he’s sitting at his desk.

“Hey, Baby,” He grins back, propping his chin on his hand.

“Is this a good time?” You pull your phone a little closer, taking in his face even though the low light in his dorm is making it especially grainy. 

“Yup. I was just about ready to take a break from studying, anyway. My roommate’s out with his girlfriend, so I’ve got the room allll to myself,” He swings the camera around so you can see the empty room behind him.

“Nice,” You say, laughing softly. Your smile drops off your face. “And you’re stuck in your dorm alone on your birthday. Did you even do anything to celebrate today?”

“Nah,” He shrugs. “Well... I did buy myself a pastry with my coffee this morning. Does that count?”

You shake your head with a soft chuckle. “Sure,” You hum. For a few moments, the two of you sit in comfortable since. Then, you speak up again. “How do you feel about going for a walk?”

“Why not? Might be good for me. And if the coffee shop is still open, I can grab another coffee.” You hear the hollow tap of his empty coffee cup on the top of his desk.

“Tetsu, no! It’s like 7:30!”

“Tetsu, yes. Why would you deprive me of the one thing that makes me happy on my birthday?” He gives you a teasing pout.

“The one thing that makes you happy?” You echo incredulously as you prop your phone up, stepping across your dorm to grab your coat. 

“You’re not here, so yes.” His voice is muffled, and when you glance at your phone you see that he’s also disappeared from view. “Don’t worry about my caffeine habit, it doesn’t concern you.” His face comes back into view, now with a familiar red scarf wrapped around his neck. “You ready?”

“Yup,” You say, already reaching for the door handle. It’s become somewhat of a habit for the two of you. In the evenings, sometimes you’ll go for a walk around your respective campuses while you talk. It’s nice to have the fresh air, and something about it makes you feel a little bit closer even if his hand isn’t in yours.

“Hey,” You say once you make it outside, “Is that really the scarf that I made for you?”

“Of course,” He gives it a tug, readjusting it on his neck.

“But it’s so gross,” You cringe, “I’m a terrible knitter. You know this.”

“I don’t care, you made it for me! It’s warm. What more could I ask for out of a scarf? You didn’t think I’d get rid of it, did you?”

You laugh. “I wouldn’t blame you.”

“Well, I would never.” He huffs out. For a bit, all you can hear crackling through the phone is the crunching of his footfalls on the leftover leaves. 

“So, did you have a good birthday?” You finally ask as you walk through the mostly empty courtyard.  

“I guess, yeah.” He shrugs. “It didn’t feel much different than a normal day. Buuut, it’s about to get better.” There’s a shuffling sound. “Hold on a second.” The screen goes dark, and you roll your eyes. He’s shoved his phone in his pocket, but you can make out just enough of the ambient sounds to figure out that he’s stepped into the coffee shop.

“You’re impossible,” You say the moment his grin reappears, the rim of his coffee cup in the bottom of the frame.

“But you love me anyway,” He sing-songs, taking an exaggerated sip of his coffee. “Ahh.”

“Yeah, how unfortunate for me,” You say with a shake of your head. The soft smile on your face gives you away completely. He sits down at one of the small tables outside of the coffee shop.

“The only thing that could make this better is if you were here,” He muses, his eyes flickering across the screen. 

“I know,” You murmur. “I wish I could’ve visited you today.”

“Oh well,” He’s quick to brush it off, but you know he’d been disappointed too.

“I miss you,” You say then, barely above a whisper.

“Yeah,” His expression softens. “I miss you, too.”

The late fall air is crisp, and you draw in a deep lungful of it to distract yourself from the stinging at the backs of your eyes. You rub your free hand up and down your arm, picking up your pace a bit in an attempt to ward off the chill now that the sun has almost completely set. 

“Hey Tetsu,” You say as you glance upwards and a thought comes to you. “Can you see the stars there?” He squints up at the sky, and you do the same. They’re faint, but you can just make out a few of the brighter ones. You smile.

“Yeah. Well, kind of,” He says. “Can you?”

“Yup.” You take in a deep breath of the chilly night air. “We’re both looking up at the same stars right now. So that’s something, right?”

“It’s something,” He agrees. But not enough. You finish silently.

“I’ll see you in 26 days,” You say then. You’d just counted this morning.

“Wow, you’re keeping track already? Nerd,” He chuckles. 

“Oh, I’m the nerd?” You smirk, “Which one of us is the chem major, again?”

“Hey, you’re not allowed to be mean to me on my birthday. It’s the rules.” He makes a face at you.

“Yeah, whatever.” You fall into silence again, just existing together for a few moments. Every so often you can hear Kuroo take a sip of his coffee. You fiddle with the zipper on your jacket and finally heave a sigh. “I’ve got an exam tomorrow. I’d better study just a little more before bed,” You say regretfully.

He nods, getting to his feet. You can hear him toss his now-empty coffee cup into a nearby trash can. “Yeah, and I have a lab report to finish. I’ll stay on ‘til you get back to your dorm. Then I should go.”

You try to make the walk back to your dorm slower, but it comes to an end. Just like it always does. “Alright,” You say when you’re inside, feeling the warmth tingle on your cheeks after the chill of the outdoors, “I’ll talk to you later, you old fart.”

He feigns a gasp. “Excuse you, I just so happen to be another year wiser. So there.” And then you’re both laughing, despite the twinge in your middle. “Okay, I’m hanging up,” He says when your laughter peters out. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” You say, holding your phone even closer. “Happy Birthday, Tetsu.”

[studyari]

update 3/23:

so it’s officially the beginning of flex II which means i’m finished with my materials science class and my biotech lab. i’m honestly not too sure how i’m doing in chem II, to be honest i was pretty checked out for this past month with everything going on with my mom, looking for a new place to stay because my apt is raising its rent to a crazy amount, and then being diagnosed with adjustment disorder along with depression and anxiety. i’ve definitely been more withdrawn and i feel disconnected from everyone around me. just feeling different these days i guess. 

i’m slowly getting out of my rut but i have been questioning if i should continue school or not. i haven’t been putting my all into my classes because my tank is on e. i’m behind on chem, luckily my teacher is lax with the deadlines. in statics i feel like i’m not even learning anything which really sucks. my nanotech classes have been SO MUCH better though this semester. our plan is to make a biosensor from our gold nanoparticles and we actually were able to use the uv-vis which was awesomeee. 

but okay some good news is i made both a’s in my completed courses. i’m meeting with my advisor to talk about graduation next week. i’ll be graduating a year early if i’m approved. i got my stem ptk stole already! i’m starting an 8 week internship at a utsa physics research lab next month, and i was accepted to a summer research op thats funded by the national science foundation at uni *cries*. and that uni i might go on to study applied physics + electrical engineering??? literally a dream. i also built two new robots using an arduinonano and and arduinouno board. and i might even be moving into a house soon, who knows?

today one of my best friends told me that i need to slow down because we live in a society that focuses too much on productivity. and that i’m losing myself chasing these types of things that may not even really matter to me just for the sake of the hustle and bustle culture. i will slow down, ground myself, smell the roses, and make time for myself and my loved ones. just wish i had more time.

[gaysie]

the best university classes i’ve taken so far have been

my freshman seminar all about frankenstein and the shelley-byron polycule that class was SO fun my professor let me write a paper about Us (2019) and gothic doubles and frankenstein it was fun

organic chem 1&2 because it brought me one of my favorite friends and genuinely had some of my best college memories hanging out doing problems for hours on friday afternoons with our professor laughing at us and with us whenever we did something stupid. i wish you could all experience the epic highs and lows of spending 2 hours trying to solve one single nmr spectrum and the utter ecstasy when we finally figured it out. better than the moon landing

intro to buddhism i just thought all the readings were really interesting and really resonated and felt like some of the most deeply meaningful things i had ever learned

immunology was SO interesting unfortunately i never did the recorded lectures but when we occasionally had in-person lectures my jaw would be on the floor. the fact that if you have any older siblings you’re a microchimer is crazy and i guess since i’m partly my brother that’s pretty gnc af

the worst:

physics II lab. human phys lab.

genetics.

[milinary]

Chem major journey Fall 2021

- Ochem 1 was a blast and I made a study group that I love so much! We became close friends over the semester and now hang out a ton.

- highly recommend study groups bc it’s a good way to make friends and study

- I was really scared of Ochem bc of how badly Gen chem II kicked my ass and I got a B in the class barley. However, I went to therapy this semester and was able to work on my test anxiety a bit and how I approach school. I learned how to ground myself before an exam. I also learned how to not be upset that I don’t get As on every single assignment and view it as preparation for the exam or something that I am still learning. With this mindset I was able to get an A!!!

- I took my first lab final. Weirdly enough, I thot it was fun?! I was having a blast explaining how I would approach different scenarios, what I would do to isolate compounds, and analyzing data. :)

- I also had issues deciding between a BS and BA (I go to community atm so this was a big choice for me bc it limits the schools I can transfer to) and decided on a BA bc I suck ass at physics. The BS required more than the general physics and I honestly couldn’t handle that and my GPA would suffer. My academic counselor was like bro it doesn’t really matter bc no job is gonna choose a BS over BA chem major they don’t care. And he also pointed out im gonna do graduate school or pharmacy so it really doesn’t matter.

- I also took Diff Equs with my favorite prof and I totally crushed that shit. I had a lot of fun during Office Hours and learning the material :)

- took speech and hated every second

- for those peeps that actually read this and related to me about sucking at math and being a chem major: I really hope you get a good support system to help boost your confidence in math. It was honestly a game changer for me. Anyways, you got this and you’ll crush all those math courses with a passing grade!

xoxo gossip girl

[paulmccartneygrindr]

I’m crazy but not free so here are all the classes I took in college

Pre-college dual credit: Chemical Principles I Chemical Principles I Lab COMPOSITION College Algebra Elem Statistics Introductory Physics MEDICAL TERMINOLOGY CRITICAL THINKING AND WRITING Survey of Calculus

The Future Physician I Chem Prin I (retake because it didn’t transfer :((( ) Chem Prin I Lab  Beginning Japanese I Calculus I CLA First-Year Experience I

General Biology The Future Physician II CLA First-Year Experience II Chem Prin II Chem Prin II Lab Beginning Japanese II Summer: Intermed Japanese I Intermed Japanese II

Chem Prin I Lab (retake because I got a D ): rip) Organic Chemistry I Third Year Japanese I Intro Physics for Biol and Pre-med I What is Public Health? Chem Prin I Lab Physics for Biol and Pre-med II Plague, Famine, and Beer (The Impact of Microscopic Organisms on Human Civilization) Sexuality Matters Epidemiology: People, Places, Disease Third Year Japanese II

Summer: Biochemistry Intro Psych

Japanese Film Animals and Society Ecology and Society Health Psychology Intro to Abnormal Psychology The Fantastic in East Asia Performing Arts in Japan (this was my winter break study abroad class) Genetics Intro to Learning & Behavior Intro Clinical Psych Intro Psych Data Analysis Cognitive Psych History of Rock Biology of Microorganisms Cell Biology Global Public Health & Environment Intro Research Methods Research Lab in Psychology 

Principles of Human Anatomy Anatomy Lab Human Physiology Dying & Death in Society Histology Directed Research in Psych Summer: Pathology Chemistry of Drugs (/psychopharmacology) Medical Microbiology

Immunology  Organic Chemistry II Intro to Individual Differences Intro to Child Psych Major Project: Research Research Lab in Psychology 

In the spring I’m planning on taking Organic Lab and Animal Diversity Lab