#titration calculations

[kagrenacs]

I miss art tbh. Like I’m doing art but it’s for money or it’s for things I don’t care about (inktober. I must finish though). I got high last night, listened to dreamsong on repeat and painted some Klimt studies, effervescent. I need more of that. Instead I have lab D;

[picnicbask3t]

I’m going to aesop carlify my studies by making up a question with hydrogen bromide in it so I am more Engaged

[seungkwansphd]

contusion confusion

pairing: seungcheol x afab reader word count: 4K synopsis: your clumsy lab partner left a bruise on you. seungcheol seems disproportionately upset by it, but it makes way more sense once you understand why. themes: college au, best friend seungcheol, double sided repressed feelings, possessive and jealous seungcheol. warnings: smut, mentions of bruising/marking, mention of reader being smaller than seungcheol.

a/n: i started this literally one year ago and lost steam. and then blonde.fucking.scoups comes along and truly does a number on me. anyways, bon appetit, LOL

“What the hell happened to you?” Seungcheol’s eyes widened as you stretched your legs across his lap on the sofa.

“What?” you blinked at him, taking your eyes off of the television momentarily.

“What’s this bruise from?” he asked, resisting the strong urge to touch the bluish purple mark just above your elbow.

“Ah, that!” you shrugged, “I almost tripped the other day in lab. Mingyu grabbed me, but he might as well have let me fall! Who knew someone could bruise you just from grabbing you! Like how strong is that dude even?” you rolled your eyes. Grumbling, you returned your attention to the screen.

Seungcheol stewed next to you. While he had no real claim or reason to be upset at your lab partner, every time you brought him up, it made him want to strangle someone.

Mingyu was so tall that you had to readjust the titration burette between replicates. Mingyu was all sweaty because he had come to lab right after the gym. Mingyu didn’t cover his face while sneezing.

Seungcheol eagerly awaited next semester when he wouldn’t have to hear about this man anymore.

Swallowing, your eyes flitted nervously to your best friend’s hands, which were stroking your calves absentmindedly as he watched the show. While just a mindless gesture on his part, you were struggling silently with the way it made your insides turn just slightly into jelly.

“Cheol, that tickles!” you finally pulled your legs away, curling into a ball against the armrest of the sofa.

“Oh, sorry,” he smiled sheepishly at you, seeming distracted. It almost seemed like your friend was sulking, but you couldn’t understand why. You were watching a sitcom!

…

“There you are!”

You looked up to see your lab partner standing over your table, clutching the straps of his backpack.

“Oh, hey Mingyu,” you furrowed your brows at him, “Did you need something?”

“I thought we were supposed to be working on our lab report today?” he cocked his head at you, wondering if he had gotten the time wrong.

“Oh shit!” you cursed, “I’m so sorry Gyu, I totally lost track of time!”

“That’s okay,” he laughed, “It’s not that big of a deal. You want to work on it now?”

“Sure!” you nodded, glancing at Seungcheol and Jeonghan, who were immersed in their computer programming assignments. “Do you mind if Mingyu joins us? We have a lab report.”

“Yes, we heard,” Jeonghan rolls his eyes at you, “Sure that’s fine.”

“Thanks,” Mingyu nods before taking the seat next to you.

“Did you start anything for it yet?” you asked, pulling your lab notebook out of your backpack.

“Whoa, did I really grab you that hard that day?” Mingyu exclaimed, seeing the purple bruise on your arm.

“Yes, it fuckin’ hurts too!” you squinted at him, annoyed.

“I didn’t think you could bruise someone just by grabbing them. I guess I’m just super strong, huh?” Mingyu preened.

“You’re so fucking annoying,” you threatened to punch him.

Jeonghan observed Seungcheol’s shift in mood with mild interest as you and Mingyu muddled your way through your lab report.

“I need some coffee or I’m going to rip my eyeballs out,” you announced after calculating mole fractions for far too long. You stood from the table to move towards the cafe in the library. You tapped your fingertips on your wallet mindlessly as you calculated how many shots of espresso you could consume without your heart bursting out of your chest.

“YN!” a familiar voice greeted you as they tapped your shoulder.

“Ah, hey!” you smiled at Bina, your lab partner from last year. “Ugh, I’m working on a lab report and it is giving me flashbacks to last semester!”

“Oh my god, please don’t remind me!” she rolled her eyes. You two had barely managed to scrape through that class. Unlike you, it had been her only chem requirement, so she was free of the horror of lab reports now. “Who’s your lab partner this semester?”

“Mingyu Kim,” you scrunched up your nose slightly, “God bless him, but he is such a klutz.”

“Wait, no. Mingyu? The Kim Mingyu?” Bina paled slightly.

“Why? Do you know him? Is there tea?” you looked at her with wide eyes.

“No, god I wish. He’s just so hot to me! I’m jealous, I would slog through another semester of chem to be his lab partner.”

“Would you?!” you gaped at her, thoroughly alarmed. “You’re sick in the head over this man,” you laughed heartily.

“No, probably not,” Bina chuckled after giving it some more serious consideration. “But I’d think long and hard about it.”

“We’re sitting over there if you wanna stop by and say hi. I’ll introduce y’all,” you offered before placing your order with the cashier.

“I might do that,” she craned her head to see exactly where your table was. “You’re sitting with Seungcheol too? My friend is infatuated with that man. They’re in Comp Sci together. Can she come say hi too?”

“S-sure,” you answered blankly. You had no stake or claim, but something in you wanted to scream ‘NO!’ when you heard Bina ask that question.

“You’re the best, we’ll be over in a bit,” Bina smiled brightly at you, giving you a squeeze.

“Okay, I’m ready to resume crying,” you announced when you returned to the table with your beverage.

“Okay, good, cause I’m ready to take a break from crying,” Mingyu looked up at you pitifully. “I think I figured out 4. So then if we can figure out 5, then we just need to pull together some nonsense for the discussion.”

“Okay, okay,” you nodded determinedly. By some miracle, question 5 was just some simple dilution practice, so before long you and Mingyu were typing furiously, chipping away at the remainder of the lab report.

“Hey YN!” Bina’s voice pulled you out of a sentence about how (DUH) important it was to switch pipettes between samples.

“Oh, hey Bina! What’s up?” you waved excitedly at your friend, eager to do some meddling for her.

“Not much, how are you? Long time no see!”

“Yes, luckily you’re done with your chem requirements, otherwise you’d be here crying with us,” you laughed as Mingyu and Seungcheol looked on at you with interest. Jeonghan had long ago put on a pair of noise canceling headphones and was ignoring everybody. “Mingyu, Bina was my lab partner last semester. And she was a lot better than you are,” you couldn’t help but tease.

“Hey!” Mingyu pouted.

“I mean at the very least she’s my height, so I didn’t have to readjust the biuret every time we titrated,” you rolled your eyes playfully at Bina.

“It’s not my fault you’re both short,” Mingyu protested, eyes flickering to Bina for some support.

“If it makes you feel better, I was terrible in lab too,” she offered up sympathetically, “YN is my patron saint of chemistry. Did she ever tell you about how I exploded two crucibles one time?”

“No!” Mingyu looked at her with interest, “Was YN also very mean to you and made you finish your work way ahead of time?”

“Yes!” Bina giggled excitedly, “Like why can’t we pull all nighters like normal people?”

“Hell no, I’m not disrupting my sleep schedule for y’all. No thanks,” you shook your head stalwartly. “Anyways, you two should exchange numbers so you can complain about me on your own time,” you chuckled. Bina and Mingyu seemed to agree and set about that task enthusiastically.

“Ah, sorry I’m being rude, this is my friend Hayoung! We’re in a writing foundations class together so we were working on that.”

“Hi,” she waved at everyone shyly.

“Hayoung, what’s your major?” you asked.

“Computer science, focusing on human & computer interactions.”

“Ooh?! Love me a girly in STEM! These two are comp sci as well! Do you all know each other?” you asked, mostly Seungcheol as Jeonghan was still intent on ignoring you.

“Maybe? You look kind of familiar, but I don’t talk to many people in class,” he chuckled honestly.

“I think we might have a class together?” Hayoung smiled.

“Oh wonderful! You two should exchange numbers too! Maybe you can work on comp sci stuff together,” you suggested. They weren’t really giving you too much to work with, if you were being honest.

“I’d actually love that,” Hayoung’s eyes creased into a smile, “I don’t know that many people in the major.”

“Is it because they’re being sexist?” your eyes widened and you raised a fist theatrically, “I’ll fight them all for you. Cheol, you will too, right? Jeonghan’s not much use in a fight, if I’m being honest,” you commented quietly, glancing at the target of your teasing.

“Sure,” Seungcheol’s face creased into a real smile as he watched you whisper about Jeonghan animatedly.

Hayoung and Seungcheol exchanged phone numbers as you watched on excitedly. Hayoung was clearly pleased, but Seungcheol was making a face as if he had tasted something odd, but was too polite to say anything about it.

“Bina is so cute!” Mingyu remarked happily after they both left, “Lucky you with your cute lab partners!”

“Yeah,” you rolled your eyes at him, “I love doing unpaid babysitting in the lab.”

…

“Cheol, can I crash on your couch?” you spoke after he picked up your call.

“Yeah, of course! Are you okay?” Seungcheol’s brow furrowed, worried.

“Yeah, I’ve just been sexiled,” you grumbled, starting your walk towards Seungcheol’s apartment. He met you about halfway and the two of you caught up on the walk back.

“How are things with Hayoung?” you asked, not quite making eye contact.

“What?” his hand slipped as he was moving to turn the doorknob.

“Hayoung, did you guys ever meet up to work on comp sci together?” you asked, lips pursed as you followed him into his apartment.

“Oh, no, she texted me but I forgot to text her back,” Seungcheol shrugged.

“Text her back, you jerk!” you poked Seungcheol insistently, “Hayoung’s cute! And she likes you.”

“That’s good for her,” Seungcheol grumbled, irritated at your attempt to push him towards someone else. Maybe his cause was truly hopeless.

“You’re acting weird,” you glanced at him oddly before flopping down on the couch.

“No, you take the bed,” Seungcheol ignored your statement and plopped down near your feet, tapping your legs lightly.

“No! I’m not gonna kick you out of your bed!” you protested.

“No, seriously, sleep on the bed. I always wake up before you anyways. I’ll end up waking you up if you sleep out here.”

“I-,” you tried to think of another excuse, but he wasn’t your best friend for no reason. He knew you just as well as you knew yourself. “Okay,” you acquiesced, hopping up from the couch to walk into his room, “Do you need anything from here before bed?” you turned to ask him, hand on the doorframe.

“Nope, I don’t think so.”

“Okay, thanks again for letting me crash,” you smiled at him before pulling the door not quite closed behind you.

Once inside, you dropped your bag and helped yourself to a t-shirt and pair of shorts from Seungcheol’s drawers. You laughed at the way you were swimming in the shirt.

“I look ridiculous,” you laughed, walking back out into the living room. “Cheol, look,” you spread your arms out to your sides, showing Seungcheol the way that his t-shirt just swallowed you.

“I-,” his brain stopped for a few moments. He wouldn’t say anything, but he could in fact see your nipples as you tried to show him whatever you were showing him. “What?”

“Your shirt is too big on me,” you folded your arms over your chest, irritated that he had been listening.

“Oh yeah, well I’m bigger than you,” he replied curtly.

“Well, yeah,” you glanced away from him. He was in such an odd mood today! You grumbled just a little bit before flopping down on the bed. You were tired.

Tossing and turning, you fought for a long time to push down the arousal that was building in your gut. Being enveloped by Seungcheol’s scent was making your brain go haywire. You could feel yourself throbbing and you bit down on your fist in an effort to try and distract yourself, but that hadn’t worked. Glancing nervously at the door, you contemplated seeking some relief, but the idea of doing it in Seungcheol’s bed while he was just outside the door inspired guilt, worry, and worst of all, excitement. 

You managed to ignore yourself for about ten minutes before your left hand snuck down between your thighs, stroking them softly. Sinking deeper into Seungcheol’s pillows, you closed your eyes and imagined your best friend’s hands softly caressing and spreading your legs apart. You were embarrassed to hear the wet sounds of yourself opening up, but not embarrassed enough to stop. Your right hand came to tease the sensitive undersides of your breasts as your fingertips stroked languidly through your folds.

In the living room, Cheol wrestled with whether to disturb you or not. Several minutes ago, he had noticed that one of his textbooks was still in his room. He’d been planning to get ahead on a problem set, so it wasn’t as if he needed to disturb you, but he also didn’t see himself falling asleep anytime soon. Chewing his lip, he noticed that the door was still slightly ajar and decided to retrieve the book as you must not have gone to bed just yet.

When his eyes first landed on your face, your brows were knit up in utter concentration as your hands worked feverishly under the covers. Your front teeth had your lower lip pinned down as you bit back the loudest of your desperate noises. Seungcheol’s pupils dilated as he registered what was happening. Frantically, he tried to back out of the room, but his sweater caught the edge of a pamphlet that had been hanging off the bookshelf, sending a handful of items clattering to the floor.

“Fuck!” your eyes shot open, panicked as you met Cheol’s gaze, “I’m, you-, help!” you squeaked, pulling the covers over your face as you wished to vanish off the face of the earth.

Seungcheol’s mind went blank as he walked towards you, placing his hands over yours to pull down the covers. You peered up at him through your eyelashes, so overcome with embarrassment that you failed to register the look of hunger in his eyes.

“I’m so sorry Cheol, I didn’t, I shouldn’t have done that here!”

“What?” he cocked his head to the side, brain not really functioning.

“It’s your bed!” you looked at him as if he was crazy, “I just-, you smell so good,” you spoke without thinking.

“I…,” he looked you up and down, “You’re telling me I inspired this?”

“Shit, I shouldn’t have said that, oh my god!” you groaned, trying to shrug under the covers again. Seungcheol’s large hands held you still and you watched in disbelief as he brought your left hand up to inspect it. The shine of moisture on your fingers was mortifyingly telling, but he surprised you to your core when he brought your hand to his mouth and sucked your wet fingers inside.

“Huh?!” you choked out, eyes fluttering shut as he tongue stroked between your digits, tasting you thoroughly.

“You should’ve told me about this sooner,” he told you, voice gravely with desire, “I’ve been torturing myself trying to ignore how much I think about you.”

“Oh?” you blinked at him in disbelief.

“Yes, oh,”  Seungcheol rolled his eyes at you, “Now let me help, as you requested.”

His fingers wandered. His eyes widened slightly when he felt just how wet you were. The rumble that emitted from his chest almost sounded like a purr and you found yourself quickly breathless at his ministrations.

“Cheol,” you moaned, melting slightly as his substantially larger fingers swirled dizzyingly through your folds. He smirked down at you, more than pleased to hear your saying his name in that manner.

“So needy,” he chuckled, eyes flicking over you.

“Well I was halfway there when you walked in,” you teased him and his eyes flashed at you, a subtle warning.

He raised one eyebrow at you before sliding his fingers inside of you. You choked on your breath at the intrusion, though your legs parted asking for more.

“You-, your fingers!”

“Mm, how do they feel?” he smirked at you, confident.

“I knew they’d stretch me out, bigger than mine,” you panted and his eyes widened at the realization that this wasn’t the first time you’d imagined this.

“You think about me a lot?” he raised an eyebrow at you, now cocky.

“No,” you lied, glancing away to avoid his eyes.

“My thick fingers spreading you open,” he continued anyways, smirking when he felt the way you reacted around him.

“Seung-,” you whined, overwhelmed at the way he teased you.

“God I like hearing you say my name like that,” Seungcheol shook his head, as if in disbelief. “Can I see you?” he asked, other hand itching to peel back the comforter.

You nodded wordlessly. You were slightly mortified to reveal yourself to him in this way, but his other hand quickly distracted you. You watched his eyes rove across you appreciatively until they trained in on your bruise, his jaw clenching.

“I’ve been thinking about this all week,” he exhaled sharply.

“Why? It wasn’t on purpose!”

“No, it’s not-,” Seungcheol paused. “That’s not why. I was annoyed because the idea of getting to be the one to leave marks on you has rendered me…basically unable to produce coherent thought.”

“Oh? OH,” your eyes widened, gears in your brain turning. “I mean…all yours, Cheol,” you smiled sheepishly at him.

“Really?” he groaned, looking at you appreciatively as he thought about exactly where and how he’d like to mar your skin.

“Seungcheol!” you snapped at him as he continued to mumble to himself.

“Maybe a handprint here?” he grazed your upper thigh with his palm, eyes dancing mischievously at you. “Or a necklace of hickeys,” he growled as he nipped at the base of your neck. He had decided to seize the opportunity to tease you, and as much as you liked it, you only had so much patience.

“Cheol, please,” you pouted, grabbing at his collar, “I can’t take anymore of this.”

“Yes princess,” he pulled an old nickname out of the vault. You melted.

“Mmmpf!” he smothered your next protest with a kiss.

“Seung. Cheol!” you moaned desperately as his hand grabbed your thigh, hard.

The strength in his grip set your nerves alight and your head fell back against the bed, arching your chest up towards him. His mouth took the opportunity to latch onto the underside of your breast, biting down firmly. Your hand fisted itself in his hair.

It was so much sensation. It was so good.

“Hn,” he pulled back with a breathless smile. His eyes flicked down to the spots where his mouth and hand had been and his lips curled into a cocky grin at the bright red marks. With any luck those would be bruised nicely tomorrow.

“That was…a lot,” you murmured as you caught your breath.

“In a bad way?” Seungcheol’s brow furrowed with sudden worry.

“No,” you smiled at him, slightly fuzzy, “In a good way. A really good way.”

“Really?” his eyebrows raised back up with delight. “So you won’t mind if you bruise a little?”

“I don’t think I’ll mind even if you bruise me a lot,” you answered after some thought.

Your best friend’s eyes darkened. The way you had rearranged his words hit the possessive button in his brain like crazy. His lips nibbled and nipped their way down your torso while his hand came to cup your breast. His grip was on the hard side of firm as his lips latched onto a spot on your inner thigh. His tongue stroked across the sensitive skin as he sucked firmly.

Your thighs parted of their own accord as you squirmed at this building onslaught. As you shifted, you could hear the wet sounds of yourself spreading. Open and inviting.

“Cheol, please,” you tried to pull him towards you. “Please,” you panted.

Seungcheol, the bastard, increased the intensity of his sucking before releasing his lips with a loud ‘pop!’. The jolt of the disconnection sent a shiver through you and the spot where his mouth had been now felt woefully cool.

“Pretty,” he looked at the red mark appreciatively. The thought that you would be reminded of this encounter over the next weeks sent a streak of pride through him that was unexpected.

“Seungcheol!” you grabbed his face by his cheeks, directing his attention to you. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to kick you out and take care of it myself!”

His eyes widened and he chuckled sheepishly before reaching over you to pull a condom out of the nightstand. You watched, almost painfully aroused, as he undressed and unrolled the condom over himself. His cock bobbed proudly as he pulled his sturdy torso over you, slotting himself between your thighs.

You sighed when his cock came to rest against your core. You could already tell it was going to be good.

“Seungcheol, please,” you placed your hands around his jaw. “Need you.”

He nodded, reaching down to slip himself inside of you. A soft gasp escaped you as his head pushed in and you couldn’t help but relish in the stretch. Seungcheol took his time sinking into you. The whines and gasps that you made were way too good to be rushed.

“Cheol,” your hands clutched at the back of his thick neck until he was pressed flush against you. “Fuck,” you exhaled into his ear.

Seungcheol’s hand was gripping your hip so hard as he struggled to keep control of himself. Of all the things that he found overwhelming, the way you pulsed and squeezed around him, the little sounds you made as he had pressed into you…the worst of all was the way you smelled. His hand fisted itself further in your hip as he inhaled you, a most intoxicating scent.

You clenched around him as his hand tightened. He was sure to bruise you there, too, and you couldn’t wait. Knowing that you’d be able to see these marks as evidence that this wasn’t another crush induced dream made you feel crazed in a different way.

“You feel perfect,” Seungcheol groaned against your skin as his hips started to move. “I just knew it.”

Clench.

You hooked your legs around his hips as he pumped into you deeply. Each thick stroke pushed you dangerously closer to the precipice and you were ready to fall off the edge.

“Cheol,” you pulled back slightly to meet his blown out gaze. “I’m there.”

“Go ahead,” he encouraged you, aching to feel you come apart around him. “Be good and come for me.”

Your eyes squeezed shut as you let go. Your hands clutched desperately at his shoulders as your pussy fluttered around him. You didn’t even know what kinds of sounds you made as you simply didn’t have the presence of mind.

“So good,” he smiled, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against yours. “So good,” he grunted before his hips shuddered and he emptied himself inside of you.

You wrapped your arms around his torso as he slumped down on top of you. He smiled when you gave him a squeeze with your entire body.

“So you’re kind of possessive, huh?” you chuckled softly after you’d regained your sanity.

Seungcheol squeezed his eyes shut with a laugh. He hadn’t realized it, or maybe it was just because it was you, but yes. Yes he was.

[ectogeo-art]

Got real inspired by a prompt from my friends, and wrote a fic about The Wire in which Garak dies before Julian can get back to the station, and Julian has to bring him back to life, mad scientist style! <3 Definitely some horror vibes, but it's got a happy ending, don't worry! <3

Excerpt (TW: temporary character death, body horror, medical experimentation):

Even though he knew what he would find when he pulled back the privacy curtain that had been set up, Garak’s lifeless body was still a shock to see. He looked unsettlingly pale, and the complete stillness of his chest hurt Julian much more than he was expecting it to. Until he saw him like this, he hadn’t quite believed he was dead. He’d lost patients before and it was always painful, but Garak wasn’t just any patient or even just any friend. Garak was… Well, it didn’t matter what else he might be, not unless this worked.  He’d whipped up this treatment in a frenzy, not stopping to care about the way that the chroniton particles he’d spilled kept causing a patch of metal on the workbench to repeatedly shine like new and then rust quickly and then cycle through those processes again, or the way that the cocktail of Cardassian enzymes and adrenaline made the biomimetic gel glow a frightening sort of radioactive green. As soon as it was prepared, he’d loaded it into a classical syringe (the hypo wouldn’t work with this mixture) and rushed to Garak. He’d deal with the clean-up from his experiments later. But now he stood poised to inject his friend with something that might bring him back to life, but more likely could just mangle and disfigure his corpse. Cardassians culturally didn’t even like outsiders to see their dead, let alone inject them with hastily brewed unstable chemicals that may or may not dissolve a body from the inside out if Julian had made even the slightest error in his calculations or titrations or scientific assumptions.

[emi1y]

scary how the brain is a muscle and needs to exercise in order to maintain performance. when i was in high school and forced to do work and write essays and analyze texts and synthesize information and solve satistical equations and calculate fucking titrations or whatever. i didn't want to do it but it was THINKING it was EXERCISE..!! and now i'm 4 years removed from high school and i dropped out of college and i was so caught up in the joy of free time without homework that i didn't notice i was losing my ability for critical thinking until it all hit me at once that i can't multitask anymore i can't quickly figure out the steps to tasks anymore and suddenly reading one long paragraph with dense language feels insurmountable. i feel like i lost my ability to figure things out. when i don't understand something i just move on instead of trying more ways to comprehend it. I MISS BEING SMART‼️‼️

[mimilind]

A Magical Classmate - Part 2

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Rating: T

Chapter Word Count: 2500

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Your new classmate is an excellent lab partner, and turns out to be a resourceful ally at a party as well. Especially if someone tries to mug you…

2. Lab Partner and Party Protector

The next morning you hauled out your cleanest jeans and best t-shirt, and spent far too long in front of the mirror before you rode your bike to campus. But when you arrived at the lecture hall you found that Catrine and Martin had already monopolized Drake, taking the seats on either side of him.

Feeling defeated, you realized he was probably a lost case, and felt embarrassed for dressing up like you had. As if he would ever notice you when there were attractive, fun people like them to hang out with. 

Morosely you took a seat in the row behind the trio. You knew you were overly dramatic and silly for feeling so jealous and left out, but couldn’t help doing it anyway.

During lunch break, Drake went to a nearby restaurant while the rest of you sat in a student lounge to eat your packed lunches. 

“I wish I could afford to eat out every day too.” Catrine took a bite of her dry cheese sandwich. 

“It’s not very healthy though,” said Filip, the only vegan in the class.

You had brought leftover macaroni and meatballs and ate them in silence, still feeling a bit low. When you had finished you decided to indulge yourself and bought a chocolate bar in the vending machine to cheer you up.

It didn’t help.

Drake returned in the afternoon when it was time for labs, and to your surprise and delight he chose you as his lab partner. You tried not to look smug when Catrine and Martin gave you long, jealous looks.

“Whew, saved by the bell,” he murmured. “Is Catrine silent, like, ever?”

You grinned. “Rarely.” Just like that, your mood had changed from glum to cheerful.

“Even if I had understood Swedish I wouldn’t have caught one word of today’s lecture with her prattling in my ear the entire morning.”

“I still don’t get why you attend lectures.”

He shrugged. “Bored, I guess.”

It was time to begin and you tried to translate the lab instructions. Drake turned out to be adept at practical chemistry as well – except for a few very strange instances. The first one was when you had to help him turn on the light and the fan in the fume hood. Apparently he didn’t understand that he had to press the red button with ‘on’ printed on it. 

His next difficulty was with the magnetic stirrer. This time he found the power switch, but didn’t put the plug in the socket.

”You need to plug it in,” you said, trying not to smile.

”Oh.” He turned the appliance over with a perplexed look. 

”Here.” You helped him again.

First when you began the titration, Drake showed how talented he really was. He claimed to have never done it before, yet managed to create perfect solutions every time, and his calculations – written down with the neatest handwriting you ever saw from a guy – were made with ease. Though you wondered a bit why he used an old-fashioned ink pen.

A gleam drew your attention. From under the lab coat, Drake’s shirt sleeves peeked through, and you saw he wore actual cufflinks. 

Seriously?

He had a matching silver ring on his index finger, with a serpentine pattern. It struck you he had really nice hands. Large but with a soft touch; he had no problem handling the fragile equipment.

”Wow, we’re already finished,” you exclaimed, looking around and finding that nobody else was done by far. ”Can I always be your lab partner?”

He just grinned and shrugged.

”Let’s go make the lab report now.” You figured it would be a win-win combination; he knew what to write in it, you knew Swedish. 

As you went to a study area and sat around the small, round table, Drake removed his suit jacket and loosened the tie so he could open the top button of his shirt.

Your stomach flipped and filled with flutters. Damn, what a body he had! He must work out a lot. You wondered why he kept hiding it under suits and dress coats – all muscular guys you knew wore tight t-shirts to make it show.

Then you began on the report, leaning your heads over the paper. His semi-long hair fell forward and made his face look softer, less controlled.

Sitting so close, his pleasant perfume filled your nostrils and you had to refrain from sniffing him like an enthusiastic dog. It was increasingly hard to focus on the report.

There was no denying it anymore; you had to admit to yourself you were getting a huge crush on this guy. He was just so perfect in every way!

You were nearly finished when Catrine and Martin joined you. Like you, they hadn’t quite understood the lab and had many questions, which Drake seemed glad to answer. In the end, both the reports became mostly his doing, but since you others had translated and written them you figured you weren’t really cheating. Much.

Unsurprisingly, after that, Drake became everyone’s favorite lab partner. He took turns and changed partners each time, and though you were disappointed, you weren’t really expecting anything else. He had no reason to single you out. 

A couple of weeks passed and Halloween was coming up. The following Friday there would be a big costume Halloween party hosted by Chalmers, the city’s famous university of technology. Since it was open to other academic departments as well, Catrine, Martin and you decided to go, and she managed to convince Drake to tag along. 

“But remember this will be Swedish Halloween, not American,” said Martin. “Here we only dress up as evil and nasty things, like vampires, ghosts, witches and stuff.”

“Ah. Then I can dress as a dark wizard,” said Drake with a wry smile you couldn’t quite interpret.

The evening came, and as arranged you went to the Karl IX statue which was where everyone met up in this city. You had spent a long time picking your outfit – wanting to wear something that both matched the Halloween theme and made you look good – and at last settled on a bat face mask and a wide, black cloak that flowed around you dramatically as you walked. 

Shortly afterwards, Drake arrived. “Neat!” He indicated your cape. “You look a bit like a dungeon bat I know, but much cuter.”

The compliment filled you with a pleasant warmth. 

Drake also wore a black cloak, his with wide sleeves, and held an old-fashioned broomstick in one hand. He had used makeup to make his face paler, except for dark red shades around his eyes, and with his blond hair snugly combed back it gave the impression of a skull. His attractive smile took away part of the effect though.

“You look great too,” you said, meaning it wholeheartedly. He was exceedingly handsome no matter what he did. “Only a bit too nice for a dark wizard.”

“Nice?” His smile disappeared and he lowered his eyebrows, piercing you with a dangerous, sharp look. He loomed over you, a hand menacingly hovering near his sleeve like he prepared to draw a gun from it.

You took a step backwards, a nervous throb in your chest. The transformation was uncanny. Drake suddenly looked lethal.

He relaxed and grinned widely, his face perfectly friendly again. “Were you afraid?” he teased.

“Of course not!” you lied, laughing sheepishly. 

Now the others had arrived and the four of you walked up the Avenyn boulevard. Along the way, you passed a beggar with a cup in front of him. 

Drake stopped, pulling out his wallet.

“Don’t,” whispered Catrine. “He will just buy booze.”

He shrugged and put a hundred-crown note in the cup. “Then so be it.” 

The beggar’s eyes became round and he grinned toothlessly, quickly snatching up the note. “Tack så mycket,” he repeated several times.

“It means ‘thanks a lot’,” you translated.

Drake chuckled. “I figured.”

“Are you always this generous?” asked Catrine, giving his thick wallet a speculative look as he put it away. You were all poor students and she probably hoped he would offer to share with you also.

“Nowadays I am.”

“But not before?”

He looked uncomfortable. “Shall we continue?” 

The Halloween party was held in a large student union building and the loud music met you already outside. Drake got that same pained look you had seen at the pub the other week. 

“Don’t you like pop music?” you asked.

“It’s just a bit loud. But I suppose I’ll get used to it.”

Soon your group was swept along by the many cheerful partygoers, each more scarily dressed than the other, and it didn’t take long until you got separated. Catrine and Martin wanted to dance, and you too, but Drake disappeared before you could invite him.

Biting down the disappointment, you danced with your friends instead. At least you felt unusually cool and interesting in your outfit. You were not used to drawing others’ looks, but tonight a random guy even bought you a drink unprompted. 

It had become quite late when you finally saw Drake again. He was standing outside the entrance, talking with your classmate Andreas who was a bit of a lone wolf. 

“There you are!” you said.

“The volume was more bearable here,” Drake explained. “Is it time to leave soon, you think?” He had a longing tone in his voice.

You immediately decided it was. “I’ll fetch Catrine and Martin.”

Catrine was easy to find, dancing like there was no tomorrow in her demon costume, and after a while you found Martin too, closely embracing a handsome ginger guy. 

“We’re going home. You coming?”

“Don’t wait for me; I’ll be sleeping elsewhere tonight,” he said with a proud grin. 

Secretly very pleased, you returned to Drake. Martin had always appeared to be your most serious rival for the object of your crush, so it was a relief he had found himself another guy.

A few blocks away, the silence was nearly deafening after the noisy, crowded hall. The fresh fall air was cool against your heated face, with a light drizzle making the dark streets glisten. 

Andreas had been tagging along, now he fell into step with you. “He is such a nice guy,” he murmured in Swedish, nodding discreetly at Drake. “I didn’t see anyone I knew at the party and felt out of place at first, but then he came. He kept me company all evening, and even tried to match me with a girl I found pretty.”

“He’s super nice,” you agreed. “How did it go?”

“Well, she only had eyes for him, so not good unfortunately.” He smiled wistfully. “Still, I had a lot of fun for a change.”

His words gave you a pang of bad conscience. Andreas had been nearby when Catrine and you others asked Drake to come with you to the party – why had neither of you thought to ask Andreas too? Perhaps he wasn’t a lone wolf, just lonely and left out.

You decided to be more like Drake and be kinder to fellow students from now on.

After a while, you noticed two strangers following you. Something about them made you uneasy, and you involuntarily increased your step.

The strangers did likewise.

Drake had seen them too, and cast many nervous glances across his shoulder. He had become tense and alert.

Suddenly he stopped, turning to face them. “What do you want?” he asked in a low, threatening voice very different from his usual one. He looked dangerous. Like a tiger ready to pounce. 

“Oo an English tourist,” sneered the bigger of the two. He wore a frayed leather vest and his bare arms were covered in tattoos. A biker.

“We just want to talk,” said his companion. You suddenly noticed he had a knife in his hand.

Cold to the marrow with fear, you tugged at Drake’s sleeve. “Let’s go!”

“Don’t worry,” he said calmly. “These gentlemen were just going to leave.” For some strange reason his stance had become less taut, as if he found a couple of professional criminals no big deal at all. As if he had expected someone worse.

“No we aren’t, you little shit.” The big one drew a knife too. It looked nasty.

“I’m calling the police,” said Catrine in a trembling voice. She was fumbling with the buttons of her Nokia.

“Don’t.” Drake didn’t take his eyes off the thugs. “You go ahead. I will catch up with you.”

When you hesitated, heart pounding, he swiftly turned around. “I said go.” There was a steely edge to his tone. 

“But–”

“Get the hell out of here,” he growled, looking so stern and intimidating you didn’t dare disobey. 

Together with Catrine and Andreas you scrambled away a few meters, but then stopped again. You couldn’t just cowardly flee when your friend was in danger!

One of the bikers charged and Drake caught his knife with his bare hand. Blood trickled between his fingers. 

You yelped, hands flying to your mouth. 

Drake said something in a foreign language and his other hand moved too fast for you to see what he did. 

The bikers cried out and dropped their knives with a clatter of steel against asphalt. Their voices changed pitch, becoming shrill as they turned around, stumbling over each other in their hurry to run away.

You dashed to Drake’s side, shaking with excess adrenaline. “How are you?”

“Fine. They were just bullies.”

“Your hand…” Your voice trailed off, breath hitching. His hand was uninjured. No blood, nothing… but you had seen it!

“What about it?” He calmly flexed his fingers. There was not a mark on them.

“I can’t believe you scared them away,” said Catrine, joining you. “How did you do it?”

“Oh, I just… what’s that technique called, uh…”

“Martial art? Karate?” Andreas suggested.

“That’s it, yes. That’s how I scared them.”

You shook your head, trying to clear it. You had a few drinks at the party, perhaps you had seen wrong… the injury and the blood must be your imagination.

Warm relief filled you then, making your legs go weak. Drake was alright! You were all safe!

“I’m sorry I yelled at you,” he said, voice again soft and kind. “I was afraid they would go for you too if you stayed.”

You looked at him mutely, at the same time immensely grateful and awed over how heroic and selfless he was. Your throat constricted with emotions and you couldn’t stop yourself from giving him an impulsive hug. “Thank you,” you mumbled against his cloak. “That was so brave.”

At first he stiffened, then he hugged you back. “It was nothing. I’ve trained for this, you haven’t.”

You shyly drew back, wiping your eyes from tears that had appeared out of nowhere. 

He patted your shoulder soothingly. “It’s alright.” The motion made his cloak sleeve slide up, exposing the cuff of the black shirt he wore underneath.

That was when you saw it: there was a drop of fresh blood on his silver cufflink.

A/N:

Oops hehe. He should have been more thorough with his scourgify, but I suppose he was a bit in a hurry…

Thanks (or 'tack så mycket!') for reading! :)

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[channajen]

"Fly Like a Bat" my newest Danny Phantom/Batman story just posted a new chapter! Jason Todd & Danny Fenton, Bruce Wayne & Danny Fenton

Chapter 5 summary: Danny gets medical treatment back at the Batcave, and some disturbing information comes to light. He's a what??

Teaser below:

Bruce and Damian arrived back at the Cave a half hour later. Dr. Leslie Thompkins had already been called in. They exited the Batmobile to the sounds of a child crying. “Please, please. I swear I’m human. I’m human. I’m human, I swear!”

Alfred’s voice gently cut through the young boy’s cries. “We believe you, young sir. We just want to help you. You must let us have a better look at your injuries. No one is going to hurt you here.”

“It’s gonna be alright, kiddo. Just let Alfie take a look at you, ok?” Bruce was struck by the tenderness in Jason’s voice. It was unusual for the former Crime Lord to allow himself to sound so soft.

“Don’t let them take me! Please! Please!” The boy’s cries were softer, and he gripped Jason’s arm like it was a lifeline.

“Hush now, Mr. Daniel. It will be alright. You must let Dr. Thompkins tend to your wounds. You will feel much better afterwards.”

The child frowned at Alfred. “My name is Danny, not ‘Daniel’.” He stopped crying and wiped his face on his uninjured shoulder.

Leslie reached across the boy and gently coaxed his arms away from his torso. When she saw the extent of the wounds, she hissed in a breath. “Oh Danny, these are some nasty burns you have.” She spoke softly. “They must really hurt. Can I give you some medicine to make the hurt go away?”

“No medicine. Won’t work.”

The doctor looked at her young patient. She smiled gently down at him. “Batman told me that you were different, so I brought my medicine for extra special people. I promise you it will help.”

Danny warily looked at Jason, who nodded to the boy. “I trust her. She’s helped me before.”

A minute passed in silence as everyone took stock of the situation. Finally, Danny gave in. “OK…I guess.” The boy’s face dared Leslie to betray his trust.

She smiled down at Danny and pulled out her calculator to titrate the correct dosage for the small child. Then, she pulled out a syringe filled with a bright pink liquid. “This is going to pinch a little, and then it might make you sleepy, ok?”

Danny nodded. He only gave a slight grimace when the shot was administered. Everyone waited in silence for the medicine to take effect. It wasn’t long before the boy’s eyes started to droop.

“I want my Momma and my Daddy…” Danny’s tiny voice filled the room. “But they’re gooonnee...”

Batman walked over to the child’s bedside. “Hey there, chum. What do you mean ‘they’re gone’? Did those awful people take your parents away?”

Large, teary blue eyes locked on to Bruce’s. “They killed them. They killed them ‘cause they wanted to take me away.”

Ice flooded Bruce’s veins; he couldn’t find the words to make things better for Danny. A minute passed in silence. Batman was broken-hearted for the boy on the gurney. He finally spoke. “Kiddo, I know things are bad right now, but I promise you that I will do everything in my power to make things right. Do you understand?”

Danny’s forlorn eyes looked past Bruce and around the table. He felt Jason’s hands carding through his hair. He looked up and saw Hood’s gentle smile. His face fell when he looked back at Batman. “What am I gonna do now?”

Everyone stopped and looked at each other. Alfred sniffed. “We do have that extra bedroom on the second floor, sir.”

The doctor glared at the men. “Will you guys please let me treat my patient before you go on another adopting spree?”

Continued on A03

[studychemistrytopics]

What is Acid Base Titration?

Acid base titration in chemistry is an experimental procedure used to calculate the unknown concentration of an acid or base by an indicator.

Many inorganic and organic compounds can be determined in the laboratory by an acid base titration based on their acidic or basic properties more about Acid Base Titration

[queenie-needs-to-study]

bio paper two couldve been better.

chemistry paper two was ridiculously easy (alhamdulillah). i nearly sobbed at the five-marker being abt titrations bc that was so easy??? we literally did that experiment at school i'd just need to remember it then write down what i remember doing

calculating the enthalpy change was so refreshing too. you just needed to count the bonds, add up the bond energy of each one (the bond energy is given, you just need to add them) and thats it. three marks in the bag just from counting

just physics paper two left, then i'm DONE!!!!

[ruthlesslistener]

i fucking despise being on estrogen literally every day is some fresh new hell with this bullshit. why am i on the verge of tears and panic over these fucking titration calculations im angry and frustrated over here, i dont want a fucking headache. why am i so fucking thirsty all the fucking time and why does my mouth taste like pennies. why does the smell of garlic butter make me retch, i LIKE garlic butter. even if i wasn't trans id transition out of fucking spite this shit is literal fucking hell

[apokoshit]

just because im good at something doesnt mean i want to pursue it oh my lorddddd im not going to do a subject i dislike for YOUR sake because in the end it’s not you who’s going to have to dissect dead bodies or titrate acids or do complex calculations. it’s ME. i’m not built for stem and that’s okay

[annie-is-growing]

going to try and study for tmrws lab examination despite being in a depressive episode because I need grades so here's the plan for chemistry practicals:

- titration : writing, calculation, equations and viva questions

- salt analysis : writing part and learning equations for all possible salts. memorizing the anion and cation schemes

- organic analysis : writing part focus and viva voce questions

how i am going to go about this plan: starting with titration, then moving on to organic and finally salts.

i should get off this app and start in about 5 minutes hopefully so byeeee

[ribcage-musings]

titration lab

when i first learned about titrations

i hated them

equivalence points and pKa’s and molarity calculations

i carved S shaped curves into my mind and still couldn’t understand

what exactly made them work

i am not a patient person

i dreaded sitting there for hours watching the

drip, drip, drip,

of the strong base or acid

one drop at a time, to get an accurate result

one drop the difference between pale success and bold failure

it didn’t take me long to figure out that

one drop is nothing.

we would be here forever if we did what we were supposed to and

took our time

so i turned the stopcock and let it run too long

five mLs, ten mLs

until the solution was solid pink

and my lab report had 200% error.

when you snapped at me for the first time, it was a drop in clear solution.

i am not a patient person. i never swirled my flasks thoroughly enough. i let tens of milliliters of titrant flow out of the burette before i even thought about slowing down.

one time, my lab partner and i forgot to add the indicator

and it took us 40 mLs of sodium hydroxide before we realized something was wrong

one drop of phenolphthalein

and the whole solution bloomed bright pink

sudden and all at once and way too strong

you held a pillow to my face until i begged you to let me breathe.

one drop is nothing.

the solution stays crystal clear

until it rides the S shaped curve up

and approaches the equivalence point

but by then, it is often too late

and i haven’t swirled enough, or been vigilant enough

and instead of disappearing into clear liquid

the phenolphthalein pink stays

bright as cherry lipstick

and the mark blooming on my cheek

the day you hit me was the day i finally figured out titration curves.

weak acids buffer the pH change

when you add a strong base

and they share the same ions

but eventually, add enough base

and the delicate balance is ruined with one drop

hot pink flaring in an erlenmeyer

how much does it take?

five? ten? twenty?

how many drips before i’ve had enough?

[javascriptx64]

i did however learn that i'm very good at titrations. just not good at the calculations.

[sanadilwar]

High Precision Balance: The Science of Accurate Measurement

Introduction: In the world of scientific weighinginstru research, laboratory experiments, and industrial applications, precision and accuracy are paramount. The high precision balance stands as an essential tool for precise measurements, enabling scientists, researchers, and professionals to obtain accurate and reliable data. In this comprehensive article, we will explore the intricacies of high precision balances, their underlying principles, applications, and the importance of accuracy in various fields.

Understanding High Precision Balances: A high precision balance, also known as an analytical balance or precision scale, is a specialized weighing instrument designed to measure small masses with exceptional accuracy. These balances are equipped with highly sensitive load cells or electromagnetic force restoration mechanisms, ensuring precise and reliable measurements. They are capable of measuring mass down to the sub-milligram level, often up to four decimal places.

Working Principles: High precision balances operate on the principle of force restoration or electromagnetic force compensation. The load cell or balance mechanism detects the force exerted by the measured mass and generates an electrical signal proportional to that force. This signal is then converted into a digital readout, indicating the mass of the object being weighed. Advanced algorithms and calibration techniques further enhance the accuracy and reliability of the measurements.

Features and Components: High precision balances are equipped with various features and components to ensure accurate measurements. These may include:

a. Weighing Pans: The weighing pans are designed to hold the samples being measured. They are usually made of stainless steel or other materials that are resistant to corrosion and easy to clean.

b. Anti-Vibration Systems: To minimize external vibrations and disturbances that could affect the measurement accuracy, high precision balances often incorporate anti-vibration systems. These systems may include built-in vibration dampeners or isolators.

c. Draft Shields: Many high precision balances are equipped with draft shields to protect the samples from air currents, temperature fluctuations, and dust particles. The draft shields help maintain a stable weighing environment, ensuring accurate and consistent results.

d. Calibration and Adjustment: High precision balances require regular calibration and adjustment to maintain their accuracy. Calibration involves comparing the balance readings with known reference weights and making necessary adjustments to ensure accurate measurements.

Applications of High Precision Balances: High precision balances find applications in a wide range of fields where accurate measurements are critical. Some common applications include: a. Pharmaceutical Research: High precision balances are essential in pharmaceutical research and development for accurately measuring small quantities of active ingredients, excipients, and formulations. They play a crucial role in ensuring the quality and consistency of pharmaceutical products.

b. Analytical Chemistry: In analytical chemistry, precise measurements are fundamental for quantitative analysis. High precision balances are used to weigh reagents, prepare standards, and determine sample masses for various analytical techniques such as titration, gravimetric analysis, and sample preparation for spectroscopy.

c. Material Science: High precision balances are indispensable in material science research for measuring the masses of samples, alloys, and composite materials. This enables scientists to study material properties, composition, and perform precise calculations.

d. Quality Control and Manufacturing: High precision balances are utilized in quality control processes across industries such as food and beverage, cosmetics, and electronics. They ensure accurate measurements of raw materials, components, and final products, contributing to quality assurance and compliance with standards.

Importance of Accuracy: Accuracy is of paramount importance in scientific research, experimentation, and industrial applications. High precision balances provide the necessary accuracy to obtain reliable data, make informed decisions, and maintain quality control. Precise measurements enable scientists to detect subtle changes, observe small variations, and make accurate calculations. In industries, accurate measurements contribute to product consistency, efficiency, and customer satisfaction.

Calibration and Maintenance: To ensure the continued accuracy of high precision balances, regular calibration and maintenance are crucial. Calibration involves comparing the balance readings with known reference weights and making necessary adjustments. Routine maintenance includes cleaning, lubrication, and inspection of the balance components to ensure optimal performance and longevity.

Conclusion: High precision balances are indispensable tools in scientific research, laboratory settings, and industrial applications. Their ability to provide accurate measurements down to the sub-milligram level enables scientists, researchers, and professionals to obtain reliable data for a wide range of purposes. By understanding the working principles, features, and applications of high precision balances, we appreciate the critical role they play in advancing knowledge, quality control, and precision measurement in various fields.

[stillreeloading]

1st march 2024, friday

New month guys.

As usual, friday was as hectic as ever. At the end of the day, there was a movie screening in the college auditorium. i went for it.

Chem lab- i loved the pink colour during titration. i may or may not have lost my scientific calculator (it's costly i'm scared)

physics lab- i really need to get my manuals checked.

formulations was fun. I stayed awake througout. Management was fun too.

Bye<33