#stem girlie

[equinesandeducation]

Oatmeal prep for the week for the boyfriend and I, and a uni day spent at the lab! Working with bacteria cultures and checking antibiotic sensitivity 🧫👩‍🔬

[dykepoet]

using a kitchen knife to cut my edible into quarters <3

[kloop-of-krystalz]

Watching the research presentations/defence of other students reminds me of game/media theories. Because they both use very similar formats and haw almost the exact same process....

Like:

1.find a question you like to find an answer to (with or without a guess to what it is) specify it or put it into smaller parts for making it easier

2. Find a way or method to solv/find the thing Ur looking for

3. Do ur things to do.and get results, or not

4. Interpret the gathered data to see if it goes against or with your or maybe a whole other thing.

5. Share it, document it or just keep investigating ig

My stem knowledge might be only enough to have barely passing grades, but I think I'd do well making a game/media theory if I was up to it

[cosmiccolours-art]

Hold on, i'm cookin' more STEM girls content! This time some Purah and Mineru goodness~

(my delusions have taken over me and I can't stop thinking about them. I need more Mineru/Purah content!)

line art:

I actually like how it looks with just the line art so I'm sharing it too~

[sleeplessant]

Hey Tolkien people and history buffs of Tumblr, I'm in need of your assistance. Does anybody know if there was an actual historical inspiration (or many) to the narrow, no rails, stone bridge of Khazad-dûm?

For context, I'm trying to use it as an example in my theoretical physics dissertation on the dynamics of pedestrians moving in a single line, but I've already met with some resistance from advisors with No Taste. All my google searches have conducted to analyses of the effectiveness of the Khazad-dûm scene in the book & movie, instead of an analysis of the actual "physical" bridge.

I know I could use other modern examples from construction scaffolds or bus and plane boarding/exiting schemes for single-line movement, but that's boring. Uninspired. Everyone does it. What I want is a badass illustration from The Lord of the Rings, and a JRR Tolkien quote on my very theoretical, so abstract that is basically useless, physics dissertation.

A physicist calls for aid.

[cynopcis]

buy me coffee?

pairing: hq!atsumu x reader

Atsumus's eyes widen as he spots you through the window of the cafe you were supposed to meet at hours ago.

Classic atsumu, he forgot, again.

He frantically enters through the glass doors and removes his cap with shaky hands. he stands still in front of your table as you type in your laptop.

As he expected, you refuse to acknowledge his overwhelming presence, your eyes glued to your screen and your focus on him through your peripheral vision. in reality, ever since you saw his big coat briefly, you've already started typing incoherent sentences full of nonsense.

Atsumu sighs, he feels bad he does, he takes the seat in front of you and fiddles with the lid of one of the cups on your table. he takes note of its weight and how you probably ordered it for him, expecting him to come.

He tries to grab your hand but you slap it away. he flinches. you don't feel bad. he stares at you. you stare at him and sigh.

"We agreed to meet at 3:00 PM, as it was the time most agreeable for both of us, I'd be finished with classes for the day and you'd be finished with training, and you promised that you wouldn't do extra."

"I know, let me explain-"

"Shut up."

You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose and type whatever on your laptop again. The screen is full of words made up of words stuck together to make incorrigible sentences. Somehow, it perfectly encapsulates the state that you are in at the moment.

click clack click

It takes you about 30 seconds to start talking again, Atsumu waits patiently, taking the hint that you want to express your frustrations first before hearing him out.

"My original goal was to finish this paper last night," you sigh, hitting the delete key multiple times, "but I decided that I'll finish it tomorrow since I wanted to look nice for once and not look like a walking zombie for today's date."

"You look incredible every day."

You ignore his flattery that tries to deescalate your bad mood, "And I made time because I really fucking miss you and I was actually going insane because of this stupid essay, and I spent half of my allowance on overpriced coffee for two but it went to waste because you didn't fucking show up."

"I can pay-"

You start keyboard smashing, "That's really not the point, atsumu."

click clack click

"The point is you have thrown me off the loop," your lips start to wobble, "I was supposed to finish this tomorrow but now I'm almost done with it AND we were supposed to have a nice date and take cute pictures but you decide to show up 5 hours later."

Corcodile tears start forming on your waterline. Alarmed, Atsumu stands up and kneels beside you, wiping away your tears with his handkerchief.

kendjwja delete sksjsjjajs delete owpwnsjriw delete disodbjwwj delete

"You didn't even text or call," you sniff, "didn't even inform me about this change of plans."

"I'm sorry baby," he takes your hand in his and rubs circles against your skin, "I've been so tired of training and helping Samu out in his shop that I lost track of the date and time. I know that's a shit excuse but that's what happened and all I can do now is make it up to you."

"But I'm tired too," you say softly, and it breaks his heart to see you slowly blinking, "but I still make time for you every day, I still squeeze you into my schedule. Stem is literally kicking my ass every day but I still do everything to compromise for you. Asshole."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he pulls you in for a hug and plants a kiss on the top of your head, "I'll do my best to make it up to you, I'm sorry for not being the best boyfriend ever."

"Well," you say through sniffles, "it's good that you're at least self-aware I guess."

Click clack click

"Mhm," Atsumu stops your hand, "Stop that you might delete something important."

"Will you stay with me until I finish this?" you aren't really asking.

"I'll stay with you until class tomorrow."

"You'll stay over?"

"If you'll have me."

You act like you're thinking about it for about five seconds. In reality, you can't help but forgive Atsumu way before he even arrived. Your brain came up with multiple excuses for him all the while you're heart was starting to hurt really badly. You just can't resist.

"Buy me a coffee?"

"Of course," he loosens his hold on you and kisses your cheek, "the usual?"

"Yes."

[causticbibliophile]

ab 10 pages ke code likhna bhi choti baat hogayi

[automatic-midnight]

Ritsuko Akagi in Evangelion 3.0 + 1.0

[nickysfacts]

The feminine urge to program computers and write algorithms!

👩🏻‍💻💜👩🏾‍💻

[miss-menhera]

FAIR WARNING: Oversharing thoughts about lusting over how Adam would taste like somehow turns into a ramble about how Angels ACTUALLY taste like. Messy brainless drabble.

(I am legimately mentally ill and an oversharer if you're squeamish I advise you not to interact with me cuz I always say weird shit, I am absolutely shameless and unconcerned by backlash and I associated borderline cannibalism with pure adoration so bear with me😭)

You know when someone is so cute, you go "you're so cute, I could eat you" yes? No? Either way I legimately could take a bite out of someone I adore. I know people get this urge with animals, so perhaps it's more normal than I think

So I was thinking about Adam's cock, and what his cum would be and what it would taste like,(I came heh to the conclusion it would probably be alot, so thick, hard to swallow and salty asf due to his diet) then if that couldn't get any worse I started thinking "What if I bit his 40 inch dick off the moment he starts boasting and saying demeaning stuff", AND then that somehow went into even more unhinged territory and turned into what if I bit and swallowed his dick too?

Then I came back to my senses and I was like wow, that would be kinda gross and cruel huh?

Then I also thought meh it's gonna grow back in like 3 seconds cuz he ain't human and he'd probably be all scared or incredibly mad, and I dont mind either of those options so it's a win-win no matter what, he could either fuck me with pure rage or scramble away leave me a edged mess.

Then I stopped thinking horny and my thoughts went to "AH I love him so much I could bite a piece of his arm off T- T" to "Hold on a second what do angels taste like.."

You know what guys? The cannibals were kinda based in Hazbin Hotel?

Like honestly I myself, kinda wanna know what Angel's wings taste like? I feel like they'd be like huge chicken wings, and also Angels bleed glowy GOLD? That can't taste like blood, what does that taste like? Their blood looks like shiny sweetsour sauce, what if fried angels taste like chicken tenders marinated in sweet n sour sauce. Adam is 11 feet tall and fat ast he'd be literally delicious and he could feed whole cannibal town for a week.

..I guess this means Adam isn't a dick, he's a cock heh.

No seriously what if I took a bite out of him? Then what? Who's gonna stop me? Salmonella? Nuh-huh. Is (fictional)cannibalism a love language? Can it be actively practiced? Should I take my pills? Should I stop thinking about eating men I like? What sin do these thoughts represent? Lust? Gluttony? Even if there's 0 malice in my words? Is this what they call girl thoughts? Should i stop? Should I go dry my hair? I think I should go dry my hair.

This will get me on some sort of blacklist and blocked by alot of people I think

[boggysbitch]

woman in a STEW (science, technology, engineering and wizardry)

[uravichii]

bakugo katsuki letting his pre-med student!gf practice venipuncture (taking blood from a vein w/ a syringe) on him then you accidentally hit an artery 😍

@cookiesaki @loving-august for u imy

[acelizystudying]

heading home with lil science girlie shit👩🏼‍🔬📖

[sunslants]

this is probably really only interesting to me and im not going to phrase this well at all but lucy rewriting the book of end is so intimate in a sort of like. well lets think about the technical implications of writing and language kind of way. theres no way natsu got up after that and was exactly the same as he was before.

maybe he uses the turns of phrases that lucy likes to use in her writing now, or a word somewhere got tweaked into an almost-the-same synonym. maybe he eats more, maybe he fights more, maybe he loves so intensely he can save the world with it. maybe hes everything lucy knows him to be and less everything he knew himself to be. maybe he sees her and knows her so well he might as well be looking at himself. maybe lucy gets deja vu sometimes when theyre talking, in the way that very old and very close friends recognize their own subtle behaviors and words in the other.

idk i just like to think about how characters and writing are strange, funhouse-mirror reflections of their authors and the people they want to reach. and anyway at the end of the day, writings all about love and theyve got loads to spare of that

[wisteriagoesvroom]

imagine that you were once a little child. you fell asleep in red and yellow blankets and you dreamt of a fast car. you watched races in coloured pixels, hoisted on your father's shoulders, then you have a chance to smell the burning rubber and engine oil in real life. you climb first into karts of different builds then cars of different colours and the faces change, but your wanting does not.

you might win sometimes, you might win all the time. but most of all you lose and you lose and you still keep going.

and when it happens: you never thought that your entire career could lead to this. that you stand at the pinnacle of your sport. and you believe that you could take this vast and ailing animal and somehow stem the rot, stop it eating itself.

because you believe there’s still something to be gained from fixing this place. that with a lot of grit and perhaps a touch of magic, that you are important – no – capable enough, that you can work hard and make a difference. you are one body against a stampeding herd and you run forwards still. you embrace it with your best efforts and pretend that you don’t fear becoming consumed by it.

you’re not always well liked for it, but you give it your all anyway. you do it because it’s for corsa rosso. tifosi. for all the champions and engineers and hands and bodies that have come before. all for one a chance to be written into history, name in crimson and gold.

this was michael. it could be charles. seb. carlos. it might even be lewis. history repeats itself.

after all: you ask a child what a race car looks like. they'll paint it red.

you ask a child what blood looks like. they'll recognise its hue, before they know to give fear and love a name.

[countbezukhov]

i can’t believe my academically challenging degree is challenging me.