Am I Ever Going To Have A Chemistry Lab In Person? Let Me Touch The Fucking Chemicals

jupiter my beloved <3

which planet are you?

somehow i still do not have covid i'm starting to think that virus simply doesn't like me

“Small though they are, prokaryotic cells, whether bacterial or archaeal, are not just simple, nondescript, tiny balls or sausages whose intracellular constituents rattle around like marbles in a jar. Far from it.”

— my microbiology textbook

I may be strange and repulsive but at least I’m not human

mad scientists should understand that your assistant does not solely exist to serve you. you serve each other. your skill sets and quirks complement the other’s. you have difficulty with a couple of calculations often required of your work, so your assistant jots them out themselves. your assistant’s hands have a tendency to shake, so you handle the more delicate aspects of certain experiments. you both take over when the other has tired from hauling corpses or quelling upset specimens. you bring each other food and drink in the wee hours of the morning, when you have been too focused on your research to even begin to think of anything else. your assistant throws a blanket over your shoulders when you pass out on the lab bench, so you gently carry them off to bed the next time you see that they have done the same. you are the same, you are equal. you have so much to discover together.

Constantly torn between “my sexuality is none of your business” and “lmao I hope they don’t think I’m straight god forbid”

my hobbies include staying up for hours at night stuck in a cycle of romanticizing the future and building up a deep infatuation for it and then proceeding to fear it.

Morgan Nikola-Wren

the court jesters aren't serving cunt your majesty

fuck hiding your femininity in stem. your sharp eyeliner is a taste of how steady your hands are in lab. your fire outfit demonstrates your attention to detail. normalize being hot and smart