#Biochemical reactions of love

[mdtaslimstuff]

What is Love? | Insights from The Dance of Life and Loss

An Excerpt from the BookIn a quiet, intimate setting, a group of friends gathered in my reading room to discuss one of humanity’s oldest and most profound questions: What is love? Surrounded by poets, philosophers, scholars, artists, and scientists, the conversation delved into the many layers of love, blending personal experiences and intellectual insights. The Nature of Love: Philosophical and…

[analyticallyminded]

tag drop 6/?

relationships (if we don't have a tag and u want one just lmk i plan on giving more people tags i'm just bad at coming up w them on the spot)

[analyticallymindedaa]

tag dump bc tumblr ate my tags part 6?

(relationships edition. if our muses don't have one of these and u want one lmk)

[biteofcherry]

Viper's snare

naga!Lloyd Hansen x female reader

summary: You doubted any of the people visiting Scaretale did it because of their anxiety. There was therapeutic exposition and then there was this mad stupidity to serve yourself on a platter for brutal monsters to consume.

warnings: naga!Lloyd; dark!Lloyd; monsterfucking, but no bestiality; heavy dub-con; bondage (of snake tail sorts); constriction; snake venom causing paralysis; oral (f receiving); two cocks; double penetration; cockwarming; unprotected sex; smidge of degradation; praise; symptoms of anxiety;

word count: 4.3k

Author’s Note: I thought I wouldn't write anything more hot and monstrous than Ari or Steve in the Scaretale universe, but Lloyd took me by complete surprise 😳I was not prepared for him. And you are definitely not prepared for him, either. Rip all our holes.

You paused right on the steps of the Scaretale. Breathe in. One, two, three, four. Hold it. One, two, three, four. Breathe out. One, two, three, four. Hold it. One, two, three, four. 

Feeling a little bit anxious before entering a club full of various monsters was completely normal and understandable, you told yourself. You had no idea what exactly awaited, how many there would be, how big and scary. 

It was a success you made it this far without cowering and running back home. But you were determined. Scared, but determined. 

Or maybe you were just fed up with the constant disappointment and judgment you got from most human men. You didn’t want to generalize, your dad was good and understanding, but the guys you dated (so definitely your father didn’t count in that pool) let you down in that one, vulnerable aspect. 

You would maybe get it, if you had some hardcore kinks they were too scared to fulfill. That wasn’t the case, however.

Honestly, you were pretty boring and average in that department. You liked missionary. You liked cockwarming; oh, did that count as kink? You didn’t think so. Prone bone was great, too. 

Any position where the partner would crush you down. 

If it was limited only to sex, maybe your exes would roll with it and never withdraw. The thing was, that need stretched beyond only sexual encounters. 

Your therapist said that you had the mental brain part of anxiety reined in - you learned and used all the techniques, you bravely disconnected from using cognitive avoidance strategies, you understood your anxiety and even chilled out with the bitch. However, there was also the biochemical part of the brain responsible for that reaction. 

It was that messy chemistry in your brain, which sometimes made your body shake and feel too tense. Being tightly held was the instant relief. 

Which is why you loved your weighted blanket; why you slept wrapped in a duvet like a burrito; why you wanted your partners to hold you so tight they could suffocate you. That exact part appeared to be a burden worse to bear than if you asked them to slap you around. Because you didn’t just need a sweet cuddle. You wanted that hold to be really, really tight. 

Despair, or maybe it was logical thinking, led you to the Scaretale. If human men couldn’t provide you what you needed, maybe a huge, muscly monster would. With the size and mass of some of them, perhaps their regular hug was the vice you needed to feel. 

But it was still scary, entering the mysterious club. Would you find yourself disappointed, if only some gentle fae was interested in you? Then again, maybe they had better drugs, which would help instead of deadly cuddling. 

The composition of softest sounds that greeted you upon entering, was a surprise. A combination of very hushed tones, melodic tinkling of glasses, an echo of Pan’s flute hanging in the air. It reminded you of the ambient music you often listened to. 

The club was filled with dimmed, glowing light. Jewel tones on the walls, floor and ceiling felt like an expensive, cozy duvet. It would appear one of the most comforting of spaces, if not for the chill that crept beneath your skin. Usually you’d blame it on your anxiety, but there was something more to the sensation now. As if your instincts weren’t just exaggerating, instead awakening a very primal self-preservation mode. 

The space felt safe, but what awaited you wasn’t. 

Swallowing nervously, you wrapped your arms around yourself and looked around. A few curious gazes were taking in your form, but they weren’t the ones who tickled your survival instinct. 

You’d still be wary around that charmingly smiling merman - who had his human form on, but you recognized his species by the pointy ears, a shimmer of delicate scales framing his cheekbones, and a necklace of seashells and amber. He had the looks of a handsome, sweet guy you’d meet-cute in a grocery store, or a library, but who’d sweep you into the depths of his secluded cave and devour you. Maybe even literally. 

Though his gaze followed you as you stepped through the club, it wasn’t his attention that started that quivering in your fingers. To be honest, you were becoming really scared of finding out who caused that. 

There was therapeutic exposition and then there was this mad stupidity to serve yourself on a platter for brutal monsters to consume. 

Deciding it was the peak of your bravery, you promptly turned on your heel to run away from this place. But there was no door to exit through. 

Or maybe they moved somewhere, because all you had in front of you was a round alcove lit up with drops of glowing light so unlike the rest of the lamps in the Scaretale. Not a soft yellow, but almost red. Like heating lamps. 

There was no booth, or a sofa, or chairs, but pillows upon pillows upon pillows. On which rested a shimmering black coil of enormous reptilian tale. 

Its very tip was easily the size of your forearm. As it stretched upwards the size of it thickened, surpassing the size of human hips. Where said hips should be, the curve of the snake’s tale gradually transformed into a male’s belly and chest. His abdominal muscles were so well defined; his biceps were thick and big, too, even as he had his arms lazily spread on the pile of pillows. 

He was a naga, you realized. 

While most naga were said to have green or gold coloring of their tails, this one had black. Though each scale seemed to have an iridescent effect, fascinating the gaze with a dark rainbow of colors catching light. 

Your eyes slowly moved over his terrifying form. You were so damn scared of snakes! 

It was that fear freezing you in place that held you captive. At least at first, before your eyes finally reached the monster’s face.

He was handsome. In a lethal kind of way. Mustache was never a feature you found attractive, but on him it looked good. Sinister, but good. Hair on the sides of his head were cropped short, but the middle part was a coif of silky dark strands. 

Then there were his eyes. An opalescent kind of dark blue. With the black pupil in a reptilian vertical shape. 

That pupil seemed to widen for a split of a second, before narrowing and your own gaze felt somehow caught by it. You were unable to move your gaze away. Time seemed to slow down, reality around you melted away. But it was still just a second. One that stretched into eternity as you stayed mesmerized by the naga, but which was enough for his ultra fast moves. 

His tail snapped towards you, coiling around your legs and snatching you forward to him. 

A scream left your lips, but no one in the club reacted. 

He drew you into the alcove, weaving his thick tail around your body; including trapping your arms at your sides. You felt warmth seeping into your skin, relaxing and comforting your muscles. Was it from the heating lamps glowing above, or from his proximity, you weren’t sure. 

“Please, let me go.” Your voice wavered on a hushed whisper. 

“Shh.” He cooed, tightening his snare. “It’s okay, little mouse. I saw you trembling with fear and just wanted to help. Give you a reassuring hug, you see.” 

His sympathy was a wicked mockery, but there was something more terrifying to it - the unexpected realization that his hold around your body was actually providing said reassurance. 

You were scared of him, of how he could hurt you, but that shivering your brain tended to induce was subsiding faster than when you snuggled under your weighted blanket. 

“Such a pretty thing.” He mused, tightening and releasing the muscles in his tail which gave you a sensation of it rubbing against your body. “What’s your name, Mousekin?” 

You answered, looking up at him with teary eyes; pleading for him to release you. He didn’t seem to be interested in even acknowledging that issue. Holding you still in his crushing grip, he reached his hand to caress your cheek.

“Lovely. I’m Lloyd.” He introduced himself. “Seems to me like you’re a woman who enjoys a good cuddle.” As if to emphasize that, he squeezed you tighter, almost constricting your lungs for a brief moment. “Ain’t that just perfect that I enjoy it, too?” 

His eyes sparked with dark mischief, his lips curving in a sinister smirk. 

Your cuddling preferences and his weren’t on the same spectrum, far from it. Yet the strength with which he crushed your fragile body gave you that sense of safety and comfort, after which your body so often longed like a drug addict in withdrawal. 

“I don’t-” you wanted to politely excuse yourself from the situation, because as much as your body liked the feeling of being held tightly, you knew it wasn’t safe for you to let it unfold further.

“Why don’t I help you relax more, huh?” Lloyd spoke, as if you didn’t utter a single word. 

His hand, which stroked your cheek, moved to cup your chin. His grip tightened, rending your face immobile. With his thumb and forefinger he pressed on a particular spot in your jaw, forcing you to open your mouth. 

With eyes widening in fear, you watched him lean closer. His lips parted and white, shiny teeth appeared. One of his teeth elongated and a drop of shiny, golden liquid gathered on its tip. 

Some snakes were venomous. Was he going to kill you?

Lloyd pressed his lips to yours; not kissing you. Your mouth tingled where his touched it, but otherwise there was no sensation. Until that drop from his fang fell down onto your tongue. The substance coated your appendage with burning sweetness. That sensation spread rapidly, taking over your whole body from the inside. 

He pulled back, with a grin observing as realization dawned on you. It wasn’t visible on your face alone, since all your muscles deliciously relaxed, but your beautiful, big eyes shone in fear. 

His venom paralyzed you. Only the muscles which could get in his way, before he managed to break you into sweetly compliant. Some day in the future he won’t need to drug you to have you boneless and accepting of whatever he did to your body. 

“There you go,” he cooed, running his hands down your limp arms. “All soft and lax. And so warm from within, ain’t you, my cute Mousekin?” 

You felt that burning effect of venom melt into heat that spread through each of your limbs, filling your abdomen with tingling warmth. Your pussy fluttered, wetting slightly as the neurotoxin messed with your brain. 

“Let’s help you out of those unnecessary constrictions.” Lloyd hummed so sweetly, turning his actions into more sick and twisted as he started unbuttoning your flowery dress. 

You wanted to protest, but your throat was able to produce only a tiny, barely audible whimper. Your tongue laid unmoving. You couldn’t move a single part of your body, though you felt it responding to Lloyd’s ministrations. 

Your nipples hardened when he exposed your breasts and a gust of air grazed them. The way his eyes were greedily mapping out every inch of your body pooled more wetness between your thighs. 

He eased the grip of his tail only enough to peel your dress away. Then the scales brushed against your naked skin, evoking a completely new sensation that zapped through your pliant body; straight to your clit. 

“What a stunning, sweet Mousekin I have caught.” Lloyd sighed in not-entirely-fake admiration, as he took your naked form in. 

“Let me take a good look all over.” Something darker flashed in his eyes and his tail coiled around you tighter. Then your body was being lifted off the floor. 

Holding you in the air, Lloyd drew your body closer to his torso. His tail shifted, more of it winding around your upper body, while leaving your bottom half exposed. Your legs were limp, they parted so easily when he used his hands to grip below your knees and spread them wide. 

“Ohh,” he licked his lips hungrily, “such a moist, tasty snack.” 

He brought his mouth near your center, scenting along the juncture of your thigh first. Then his tongue flicked out; longer than human and forked at the end. 

A cry wanted to rip out of your lungs, but stayed buried within, when Lloyd swiped his tongue between your folds. If not for the paralysis, your entire body would violently shake in response to the surge of pleasure. 

When he flicked the tip of his tongue against your clit, you felt the jolt bring tears to your eyes. Most overwhelming, happy tears. Because his forked tongue teased both sides of your swollen pearl at once, providing a stimulation nothing else ever came close to. 

Slick poured out of you in a thankful gush. Which Lloyd greeted with a chuckle, then smashed your brain into a pulp slithering his tongue into your dripping hole. 

It was softer than any toy, or finger, but moved with a maddening wiggle. 

Your pussy spasmed. Perhaps, it was for the best that your vocal cords were switched off for the moment, because the sounds you would make from that stimulation had to be inhuman.

“Delicious.” Lloyd licked his lips lewdly as he slowly lowered your body down. 

Inwardly, you felt as if your body was twitching, edged with unbearable pleasure; though you were aware not a single finger of yours moved, still under the influence of his venom. 

Holding your legs wide apart, Lloyd moved your pelvis back and forth against the thickest part of his tail. Right where you’d expect… 

Air stuck in your lungs, a strangled sound bubbling out of your open mouth when you felt a defined hardness slipping between your folds. You haven’t seen his cock before when you looked over his body, but the shape of it pressing into your most intimate part was unmistakable. 

There was just one thing not right about it. 

Because you felt the thick, veiny length spreading your folds to rub against your clit, but also felt the same shape nudged between your buttocks. 

“Ah!” Lloyd tutted, caressing your cheek with the back of his hand. “You’re not familiar with naga’s anatomy, Mousekin.” 

He traced the outline of your lips with his fingertips. Your tongue could now move a tiny bit, only minimally, and it responded when his fingers slid into your mouth. Just a twitch. Lloyd tugged on it gently, drawing your tongue out to rest on your bottom lip. Saliva pooled down it, slowly dripping onto your chin, then lower still: onto your chest and Lloyd’s tail. 

“We-” his warm breath puffed against your open mouth- “have-” his tongue flicked against yours- “two-” he rocked you against his hardness- “cocks.”

Your pupils widened. More drool dribbled out of your mouth as garbled sounds bounced against the roof of your mouth. That’s why he was so obscenely grinding you back and forth against him, so that your slick coated two dicks.

“Exciting, right?” Lloyd chuckled; his tail increased its constricting pressure on your body. 

“Two cocks for your two, tight holes.” 

Slowly, he pulled you down. 

The strength in his tail was beyond what you could physically fight even if you had the full mobility of your body, so it held you down easily. Lloyd’s big hands dug into the soft meat of your thighs. His own muscles constricted as he rutted up into you, forcing his cocks into your holes. 

Your pussy opened easier, though it was still a stretch considering his girth. Your rim resisted, but Lloyd was merciless. A choked cry vibrated in your throat when his dick breached in.   

He didn’t pause once, continuing a firm stroke. Shamelessly, Lloyd groaned out loud his pleasure as he filled you. His sounds were nearly pornographic the deeper he went and the more your walls struggled. 

When he bottomed out, he moaned, tilting his head back. Veins on his neck throbbed. As did the cocks inside of you. 

“So good, Mousekin.” He praised, returning his gaze to you. “You’re so hot and tight around me. Just like we both like the most.”

His tail slithered around your torso, giving you a tighter squeeze. You hated how much your body enjoyed the constriction. You were overwhelmed with being impaled, stretched and filled; being taken against your consent; but you still felt comfort and safety in the way he was holding you. 

“You’re a perfect cocksleeve,” Lloyd cupped your face with both hands and leaned in.

With your tongue poking out and muscles still mostly numbed, you couldn’t respond to his obscene kiss. But you felt your lips tingling and your tongue twitching as Lloyd’s forked one swiped against it, before plunging into your mouth. 

When he withdrew, more of your saliva dropped down onto your torso. Where your breasts swell with arousal, heavy roundness resting atop the snake’s tail that weaved around your ribs.

Lloyd’s fingers danced down the column of your neck and lower. He smeared around trickles of your saliva, rubbed it into your stiffened nipples, then pinched. Your walls clenched in response.

“I’m going to get addicted to the way your walls hug me.” He groaned in delight. “Will have you cockwarming me for hours, mousekin. Keep you tied to me, so that your fragile, anxious body can fully relax and focus on being filled.”

You hated how right he was. For the past long minutes not once has your mind ignited with fear of being killed, or maimed, but all the focus was on basic primal sensations. How intense, but good it was to feel him deep inside of you. How lax and lazy your usually tense body was. 

“Let’s use you whole, my little cocksleeve,” Lloyd hummed and his tail brushed against your naked skin as he stretched his coil further. 

His tail moved up around you, weaving around your shoulders and the back of your head. Until the very tip tapped your cheek. 

Then it slid right against your open mouth. 

It was too wide to force itself into your mouth, but Lloyd stroked it back and forth over your tongue that was sticking out. 

At the same time, his hands slid up your thighs. With his thumbs, he brushed your parted, swollen folds. Touched you where one of his cocks speared into your cunt. Then his thumbs pressed on both sides of your clit and your insides constricted. 

Garbled sounds bubbled in your throat, gaining in vibration as venom slowly lost its power. Lloyd’s tail moved vigorously, in contrast to the unmoving cocks snug deep inside you. His thumbs rolled across your clit - left, then right, then left again. When he pinched your nub, your arousal peaked and snapped.

A long, faint whine reverberated against the tail resting across your tongue. Your pussy and ass squeezed tightly, making Lloyd groan. 

“ ‘Atta girl,” he praised softly, still teasing your pulsing pearl with a featherlike touch, prolonging the aftershocks. 

Tip of his tail eased down, dropping across your chest where it rested between your breasts. Your mouth was wet, saliva smeared all over your cheeks and chin. But you were finally able to move your tongue, drawing it back inside your mouth. You swallowed and then let out a ragged breath, your voice croaked. 

You were still unable to move, though you could curl your toes and wiggle your fingers a bit. Then again, the naga’s tail was still firmly wrapped around you, holding you in place as he filled you. 

Heart pounded in your chest. Not out of fear, but from the rush of orgasm and the growing hunger for another one. 

Your body, the betraying bitch, liked how Lloyd made it relax. 

Through heavy eyelids, you peeked at Lloyd. He eased his upper body back, resting against the pile of soft pillows. Arms once again thrown broadly to the sides, a nonchalant prick. With a smug smirk curving beneath his mustache, he watched your body straddling him. He enjoyed every fucking detail about the display - his black tail around you, slivers of your skin peeking between the coils, your breasts shiny with your drool, your thighs spread so wide that your pussy was fully exposed and he could see his cock disappear into your tight hole. 

You stayed like that for long minutes: your body still fully at his mercy, slowly regaining the ability to move and speak. There was no further stimulation as Lloyd simply stared at you and basked in the way your walls enveloped him in your heat. 

Cockwarming for hours, he said. It appeared he meant that literally. 

A part of you melted into the idea. There was something comforting, completely void of anxiety, to be filled and held and not caring about anything else. 

There was another part, too. A primal, needy part, as overactive as your anxiety-prone brain parts. It grew a little restless, itching to be brought to that edge again and promptly tipped over. 

Dam it, you wanted another orgasm. 

“P-please,” your voice was still weak, but you managed to whisper. 

“What do you need, mousekin?” Lloyd asked, though the way his smirk broadened into a grin, he knew damn well what your body craved. 

You wanted to blurt out that you needed him to let you go, that you wanted to go home. You came to the Scaretale with some not well thought through fantasies of finding a nice monster, who would hug you tight and could become a future partner. You weren’t prepared for the evil turn of events and being ensnared by a deviant naga. 

Who hugged your body better than any weighted blanket, but breached any boundary and used you for his pleasure. 

“Home-” you dared to beg, hoping to hear (even if he laughed first) that you would be allowed to return home after he was satisfied with your holes warming him. 

“Aww, sunshine.” Lloyd cooed, resting his hands on your knees and giving a soothing squeeze. “We’ll go home soon enough.”

You jerked in his hold as a terrifying realization dawned on you. He would never let you back to your own place. He wanted to keep you. You shook your head as much as you could, which wasn’t much. 

“You’ll like it, mousekin.” He continued. “It’s so warm. In a very sunny area. A classy stone finish, so that so many surfaces gather heat and are pleasant to rest on. And I own the lands around it, so it’s quiet and void of any unnecessary stimuli.” 

He let out a dark chuckle, drawing his hands higher up your thighs.

“But you’ll get all the stimulation from me, mousekin.” 

His tail gripped you tighter anew, making your breath hitch in your lungs as he constricted your ribs. He pulled you up slightly; his cocks dragging along your fluttering walls. Then he pushed you back down, bottoming out again. 

He grinned as you mewled. 

“That’s a good cocksleeve.” He gradually increased the pace. “Sheathing my cocks so perfectly. So warm and wet and fucking tight.” 

“You’ll take my cum so well, too.” Lloyd’s voice turned raspy, his own need growing urgent as he fucked you harder. “You’ll love it, mousekin. It will feel so burning hot and tingling.”

“When I fuck you on our stone patio, you’ll be warmed by the sun and by my cum filling your belly.”

He laughed when your body responded with an unexpected orgasm. It was building from the friction and his dirty words, but the way it suddenly burst was a screaming surprise, which you couldn’t fight off. 

One more orgasm rocked your body (which finally got to twitch and jerk in its full capacity; well, as much of it as the naga’s tail wrapped around you allowed), before Lloyd shamelessly shouted out his own release and spilled inside you.

He held you still as his cocks throbbed, pumping spurt after spurt of cum. Your gasp transformed into an almost pained moan as you felt that burning hot sensation fill your orifices. Just like he mentioned, his cum was hot and carried that tingling, almost numbing feature his venom had. 

You didn’t feel any paralysis, even partial, taking over. Yet your body sagged in most pleasant comfort; like when after a long, exhausting day you got to take a hot shower and then snuggle under fresh, clean sheets.  

Though this was more lewd and soiled. 

Your breath was heavy. Every few seconds your lips parted on a short moan as you felt that pulsing heat flooding your belly. 

The tail around you loosened its grip, slowly weaving down. He let go of you fully, resting the heavy, lower half of his body on the pillows below. Still, you didn’t move from where you were straddling his hips. You didn’t even attempt to.

Because it felt too fucking good, how completely boneless and brain-dead you were. 

“Good girl, mousekin.” Lloyd praised as you braced your hands on his chest and leaned down to rest your cheek against his sternum. 

You didn’t move your hips, keeping his cocks nestled in your pussy and ass. 

“What a perfect, sweet cocksleeve,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around your back and simply holding your spent body to him. Tightly, just as you liked.

“Don’t worry,” he kissed the top of your head, “we’ll get rid of those anxious thoughts of your silly human life when they resurface. I’ll fuck it right out of you. Until you fully settle in your role as my heated sheath. My little cockwarmer.” 

[haruchi-slit]

COLLEGE BULLY SUGURU!

so uhmm, i thought some headcanons for college bully suguru.

College bully Suguru! who towers your small body everytime you're grabbing something in your locker.

College bully Suguru! who always teased you for being a four eyed nerd "awh look at her tryna study again" he says with a smug smirk across his face and you swear you'd love to slap that look on his face.

College bully Suguru! who puffs cigarette smoke into your face just to piss the shit out of you. Cough. Cough. "Suguru what the hell!" you'd scream at him but he'd give you a "what did i do" look just to piss your entire shit.

College bully Suguru! who hates seeing others bully you, cause he believes only he can bully this beautiful nerd.

College bully Suguru! is the type to open the zipper of your bag and tell everyone to not tell you. a menace indeed.

College bully Suguru! how tells you to seat at the back with him so he can glide his hand up to your skirt, "what the fuck are you doing we're going to get caught!" you'd say trying not stutter, but he'll just shrug it off, "i don't care"

College bully Suguru! who doesn't stop teasing until you're crying mess, "S'guru- hic fuck please! please let me cum please I'll be a good girl!" you'd break down to tears Suguru chuckles, "not good enough slut"

College bully Suguru! Who fucks you too hard that all your knowledge blank out your brain.

College bully Suguru! Who fucks you and helps you review for your upcoming exams, "so- fuck! what's the function and definition of mitochondria?" he blurts out bucking his hips to your cunt, "it-generates most of the chemical energy- ngh! needed to power the- cell's biochemical reactions! fuck,fuck S'guuu in short the power house of the cell"

College bully Suguru! Who drags you to the locker room just talk to you and by talk i mean fuck.

a/n: you can actually read the fic here...

[anakinstwinklebunny]

if you’re not taking requests totally ignore this. but i was hoping if u could write a short drabble or whatever about the reader being like a bio/chem major and anakin being like a literature major (kinda get those vibes from his role in shattered glass as stephen glass) and their cute differences :D. i lowkey need it as motivation for the ap’s im taking 😔. if thats out of your comfort zone or if you don’t want to write that i understand!! i love your work 💗

Author's note: I do take requests!!! It's my first drabble EVER..and I hope it's good.. really 😭 YOU GO LOVE, YOU CAN DO IT, I BELIEVE IN YOU <3

pairing: literature major!anakin x biochem major!reader

The library was a sanctuary of silence, but the hushed murmur of pages turning and the occasional tapping of keyboards seemed to fade whenever Anakin and you shared a glance. You were huddled over your chemistry notes - the structure of complex molecules sprawling across your laptop screen, while Anakin lounged across from you, lost in the pages of a leather-bound volume of classic literature, just as he loved.

His long fingers traced the spine of his book as if it were a cherished secret. The dim light cast shadows across his chiseled features, highlighting the intense focus in his eyes. You couldn’t help but let your gaze linger on him, captivated by the contrast between his world of words and your realm of scientific formulas.

“Need any help with those compounds?” he asked, finally, as if knowing how many times your gaze fell on his face. His voice was low and smooth, carrying the hint of a smile you knew well. His eyes flickered up from the book, catching yours with a mischievous glint.

You rolled your eyes playfully, though you couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at your lips. “I doubt your poetic musings will be much help with my chemical bonds,” you replied, though the teasing tone in your voice was softened by the affection you felt towards the young man

He leaned in closer, his voice a seductive murmur. “Ah, but you’d be surprised. The beauty of language can often explain the complexities of science.. Imagine, if you will, a molecule as a character in a novel, its bonds and interactions like a plotline that weaves through the narrative.”

You laughed, a soft, melodic sound that made Anakin’s heart race. His gaze dropped to your soft-looking lips for a moment before returning to your eyes, the heat between you palpable. Humanists, who would have known they can be so romantic in their speech? “You and your metaphors,” you teased, your fingers brushing against his hand as you reached for a textbook. "But you know what intrigues me" you made a small pause "how does a literature major end up as my personal distraction?” you teased, lightly flirting with your own boyfriend

Anakin’s fingers traced lightly over the edge of your open notebook, a barely perceptible touch that sent a shiver up your spine when his ocean blue eyes tried to read your writing “I guess I’m just trying to add a little poetry to your periodic table.”

You tilted your head, pretending to think it over. “Poetry and science? That’s like mixing oil and water.”

“Ah,” he grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief, “but even oil and water have chemistry. You just need the right catalyst.”

You laughed softly, unable to resist the magnetic pull of his charm. The truth was, you never really could “You think you’re the catalyst?”

He leaned in closer, his lips inches from your own, voice a low murmur. “I think I could make you react.”

You felt the blush bloom on your cheeks, your heart skipping a beat at his words. "Careful, you might just cause an exothermic reaction."

Anakin's smile widened, his thumb grazing your jaw as he whispered, “Then let's see how much heat we can handle."

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[inlovewithfootballplayers]

Shared study- Jude Bellingham x reader

Summary: Jude demonstrates his unconditional support by helping the reader, a biochemistry student, prepare for an important exam, offering not only his time and patience, but also invaluable emotional support at home. A/N: English is not my first language, sorry if there are some grammar mistakes!

The day had been long for you, a biochemistry student, with endless hours in the lab and your mind saturated with formulas and experiments. In the late afternoon, you decided to go to Jude's house, looking for a respite and a change of atmosphere to continue your studies.

Upon arrival, you found Jude in the living room, his face lighting up as he saw you enter. "Hello, love," he greeted you warmly, rising to greet you with a kiss on the cheek. "How was your day?"

You sighed, setting your heavy bag on the floor. "Exhausting," you admitted truthfully, "but I have to study some more before tomorrow's exam."

Jude looked at you with concern as he led you over to the couch. "Can I help you with anything?" he offered gently, knowing how important this exam was to you.

You sat down next to him, grateful for his support. "Could you go over metabolic reactions with me? They're my weak point," you asked, opening your book and reaching for the notes you had taken.

Jude nodded with determination, sitting down next to you and looking at the book curiously. Even though football was his passion and his profession, he was determined to support you in any way he could. "Let's get to it," he replied with an encouraging smile.

They spent the next few hours immersed in study. Jude listened intently as you explained each concept and asked questions about biochemical processes. Although he didn't always understand all the technical details, his patience and willingness to help you were evident in him every gesture and expression.

"What happens if we increase the substrate concentration?" you asked, pointing to a diagram in your book.

Jude frowned slightly, thinking about the answer. "That would increase the rate of the reaction, right? Because more substrate means more effective collisions between the molecules," he replied, hoping he had got it right.

You smiled, impressed by his understanding. "Exactly," you confirmed, nodding approvingly. "You're learning fast!"

As the evening progressed, Jude encouraged you with words of encouragement and small comforting gestures. He would bring you water when you needed refreshment and prepare snacks to keep your energy up. Every break became an opportunity to share laughter and light conversation, easing the tension of studying with his loving presence.

Finally, as the clock struck midnight, you closed your book with a sigh of relief. "I think I'm ready for tomorrow," you announced with a beaming smile, feeling the weight of stress ease thanks to Jude's unconditional help and support.

Jude hugged you tenderly, feeling a deep satisfaction at seeing you so determined and confident. "I'm so proud of you," he murmured against your hair, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead.

"And I'm proud of you," you replied sincerely, your hands clinging to his shirt with gratitude and love.

At that moment, in the comforting silence of his home, you had found not only academic support, but also a reminder of how much it meant to have someone like Jude by your side, willing to do anything for your well-being and success.

[ss-shitstorm]

Hey I know you’ve probably already been asked this but what type of chemistry do you use for breaking bread like biochem and where did you learn this or have any book recommendations to pick it up? Also ty in advance I love your writing!!💕💕

oh my fucking god. oh my god. buddy. buddy you have made my fucking LIFE ASKING THIS OH GOD

So like, most of the chemistry I've used so far has just been Genchem and O Chem(with a wee few modifications to make it believable as a Cybertronian discipline, like Transformium being able to hold 4 bonds like Carbon but preferentially forming bonds w metals and needing an EMP pulse to interact w more electronegative atoms) I may wind up needing to get into a bit of Inorganic chemistry, but that's probably fewer and further in between. If you want a better handle on the stuff I'm writing or if you just want to learn more in general, then I'd recommend giving yourself a lil crash course in Genchem and then delving into O chem a bit more extensively (protip : you need WAY less Genchem then you'd think to fully understand O chem. God I wish someone had told me this 5 years ago. If you search "Genchem for non majors", you'll probably learn enough that way.)

THAT SAID : here's a chaotic, not really in any order list of the books/youtube channels/etc that I've directly used/am using for this fic.

Books :

Caveman Chemistry, Kevin R Dunn - Alot of hands-on old timey historical chemistry lessons w detailed instructions on how to complete them.(YOU GET TO MAKE YOUR OWN ASPIRIN AND DRAIN CLEANER!) Delivered with a delightfully occult bend.

Back To basics,(Reader's Digest) - Survivalist homesteading bible. Not strictly chemistry but has alot of earthy hippy ways of generating energy( biofuels my beloved)

An Introduction to Fire Dynamics, Dougal Drysdale - Honestly this, and any other firefighting manuals are worth their weight in gold for figuring out how to not set yourself and your neighborhood on fire while playing with, well, fire. Trying to look this info up online is like playing russian roulette with intentional misinformation and your fbi guy.

(there's another book I have that's even more detailed but I can't find it right now or remember the name. I'll update this list when I can!)

Organic Chemistry, John Mcmurray 8th edition : generic but good college O chem textbook. You can search around and find free versions to download relatively easily.

The Organic Chem Lab Survival Manual, James W Zubrick - Also a very good way to learn how to not set yourself and your neighborhood on fire when playing with glassware/gases. Very in-depth instructions on setting up and using lab equipment without breaking anything or your brain. Has a fuckton of pictures. Author has a massive sense of humor and makes this heavy subject easy to read. Again, easy to download/find in archives

Unfortunately I do not have any recommendations for Genchem books. I mostly used free online courses like Khan Academy to learn what I did.(I would def. recommend them though)

Youtube Channels :

The Organic Chemistry Tutor : Dude puts everything from reaction mechanisms to retrosynth problems down in the simplest possible terms. Does not beat around the bush with euphemisms or stories, gets right to business. If you have trouble paying attention, or lose your mind when a professor goes off on a tangent, this man is your savior. I have crippling unmedicated ADHD and no STEM background whatesoever and this man still managed to teach me 2 separate ways to execute a Gabriel Synthesis

Nile Red : World's most inefficient and most powerful wizard. I am not entirely convinced he's human. Does shit like turning plastic gloves into drinkable grape soda or making sweeteners out of his own piss and somehow makes it explainable to trash goblins like me who only need the science for warlord pussy.

again, anon, holy shit thank you so much. Like you wouldn't believe the amount of damage you've just undone. i have been beating myself into a pulp and spiraling into anxiety about this fic an trying to do everything right and you've given me enough moxie to fuel me for at least the next 10 chapters. If you have any more questions or more specific questions, please do not hesitate to ask! I can't guarantee I can answer them, but damnit I'll try. Take care and happy learning you funky lil moonbean.

[akhenvs3000f24]

Unit 09 Blog Post

The most amazing thing that I love about nature is bioluminescence. Fireflies are a prime example of this and are near and dear to my heart. In the summertime, there are so many of them around my cottage and they are such a breathtaking sight to see. When the whole forest around us is twinkling in the night, I am always overtaken by a sense of awe and wonder. These creatures, and their amazing ability to create light naturally is one of the most amazing things in nature! This aspect of nature really reminds me of an important principle from our textbook, that "involvement with nature doesn’t begin in adulthood, but rather during early-to middle-childhood" (Beck et al., 2018). I think the aspects of nature that I have the deepest admiration for are things I experienced when I was young, which added a magical and nostalgic element to them. As a child, I loved running around in the dark catching fireflies and watching them light up inside my hands, which is probably why I have such a fondness towards them.

Bioluminescence is an incredible natural phenomenon, but many people don't know the science behind it. It comes from a complex biochemical reaction involving two key components: luciferin, a light-emitting compound, and luciferase, an enzyme that catalyzes the reaction. What is so special about the way fireflies create light is that they lose very little amount of energy as heat, because otherwise their bodies would overheat (which is an amazing feat!) (Dunuweera et al., 2024).

The chemical reaction goes like this: Luciferin + Oxygen → Oxyluciferin (in a reactive state) + Light

Fireflies can control their light emissions with remarkable precision. They can switch the light on and off by regulating the availability of oxygen, ATP, and the enzymatic reaction itself. This ability to flicker their lights serves multiple purposes, such as attracting mates, signaling to other fireflies, and warning predators about their potential toxicity (Dunuweera et al., 2024). What I find so amazing about this is that something as beautiful as the lightshow fireflies provide at night is actually an adaptation that helps them survive.

Fireflies are just one example of bioluminescence in nature. This phenomenon is found in various organisms across the animal kingdom, each showcasing unique adaptations. For example, bioluminescence is prevalent in the ocean, where many creatures produce light, and bioluminescence is actually most commonly observed in marine creatures. There are deep-sea lanternfish that use their bioluminescent organs for camouflage, jellyfish that use it to deter predators and attract prey, and famous dinoflagellates that create beautiful displays in the ocean. When dinoflagellates are disturbed, they emit light and create a beautiful glowing effect in the water (Dunuweera et al., 2024). If you've never seen the ocean light up under your hand like magic because of these creatures, it really is a sight to see. I was lucky enough to travel to visit my friend on Vancouver Island, and off the coast of her cabin, late at night, we went outside to the shoreline and saw flickers of the bioluminescent dinoflagellates that are so famous. It was truly amazing to see, and a memory that I'll never forget. Placing my hand and seeing the water light up around it was honestly nothing short of magical.

Humans have clear fascinations with bioluminescence, which is why it pops up in many famous movies like Finding Nemo and Moana. I think it is no coincidence that art forms like movies and the technologies of animation have tried to convey and capture the beauty of bioluminescence in nature.

Lastly, I honestly think this topic came into my mind because of the recent northern lights many of us might have had the chance to see! I happened to be up at my cottage with my family while they were visible, and it was an incredible experience that I'll never forget. Seeing the Northern Lights had always been something on my bucket list, and I was so excited and lucky to have been able to view it. Although it's not the same phenomenon as bioluminescence, I think that any kind of lightshow in nature has such a magical and wonderful element! I've included some pictures below from the night that my family and I sat on our dock to watch the lights, mostly sitting in silence in awe of the spectacle above us.

Light is a beautiful thing in nature, and I believe bioluminescence is one of the most magical and amazing things we get to experience :)

References

Dunuweera, A. N., Dunuweera, S. P., & Ranganathan, K. (2024). A comprehensive exploration of bioluminescence systems, mechanisms, and advanced assays for versatile applications. Biochemistry Research International, 2024, 1–22. https://doi.org/10.1155/2024/8273237

Beck, L., Cable, T. T., & Knudson, D. M. (2018). Interpreting cultural and natural heritage: For A Better World. Sagamore Venture.

[therethatstar]

can’t believe that lap fic and balcony fic by my favorite girlfriends @thunder-point @alan-apologist are posted and i have been stuck in labs being grabbed by the throat with biochem of all things. i could be reading two boys banging and instead i have to read 30 pages about biochemical reactions in living organisms. and then having to go and deal some legal drugs with people, which sounds pretty cool but im literally just at the pharmacy and i smell like medications after work and i get yelled at by patients sometimes because i live in a country with the most competitive and money hungry pharmaceutical industry and a terrible TERRIBLE healthcare system. god i love america.

anyways this is just me complaining about my job that i willingly chose and suffered through years of undergrads and grads school for 💀

[radical-revolution]

Real love isn’t about you.

Much has been said about love, what it is and what it is not. Perhaps even more has been said about how it affects us. But one key point I discovered only a few people understand is how it should be perceived.

So let me ask you a question — how do you know you’re in love? Chances are your answer will probably go thus:

“I feel on top of the world when I’m with them..”

“I love what they do for me..”

“I love how they make me feel..”

See now that’s a problem. That is not necessarily love. You are getting a need met from this person that you’re addicted to. They are fulfilling your high — triggering a biochemical reaction in your brain that makes you feel good, warm and whole.

Now what happens when that high expires? You start saying things like “I don’t feel the spark between us anymore” — it’s not about them. It’s about you! You are addicted to the feeling and not to them. You start looking for someone else to activate that emotion. To fulfill that addiction.

Your relationships keep going south because you do not know how to handle what comes AFTER the euphoria or ‘high’ of love has become familiar.

Please note that I don’t mean this in the context of a relationship where (you or) your partner stops giving effort towards your relationship or being intentional towards eachother. Or for people who are ‘casually dating’. No. This is for people who drift from well-meaning people because they have drank the high that person has to offer in the early stages and go in search of others.

What you must do..?

Learn what it means to love when you do not have those ‘butterflies’. Learn what it means to love even when you’re not in the mood.

Love is not about you. Love is not about them. Love is about what both of you stand for. What you’re building towards. The bigger picture.

[evilkitten3]

majorly agree!!!! i think frieza ships can be interesting in like darkfics and whatnot, but the only frieza ship i actually think could work in a canon-like setting is with yamcha XD

but yeah every now and then i'll be reading a fic and the author will just drop some casual homophobia. honestly it doesn't even seem like it's intentional or anything, just kinda thoughtless, but there's a lot of very much intentional homophobia too

....to be fair tho maybe it's to be expected since the gay characters in dragon ball have until very recently been pretty.... yikes-y. i know super introduced at least four implied wlw characters, but i never got that far, so i have no idea what they're like. i have a caulifla in legends but aside from that, no clue

1, 5, 6, and 8 for dragon ball! (including z, super, etc)

What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get? Anything that makes Trunks straight tbh, my baby boy is gay as hell. 5. Do you have a NoTP in [insert fandom here]?

Most ships involving Frieza, he deserves absolutely nothing, but especially if it involves one of the saiyans.

6. Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you?

I haven't had any DragonBall ships ruined for me, not yet anyway. Hopefully it stays that way.

8.Unpopular opinion about [insert fandom here]?

A good chunk of the DB fandom is seriously homophobic, it's ridiculous sometimes.

[hiswordsarekisses]

To truly love another person there is a forgetfulness of self.

To unselfishly love someone is to want what is best for them regardless of what that means for yourself.

This includes telling truths that may hurt the relationship.

When you call yourself lying to someone because you think you are protecting them - you are really actually only protecting YOURSELF!!! Because you just don’t want to have to see that you are responsible for making them uncomfortable or causing them pain - or may even make them cry. You are protecting YOU.

That’s loving you.

Not them.

If you consider all the way down to the root of an any situation or option you will find either self-love, or self-less love.

Self-love is not love because it puts self first. It is extremely selfish at the very root.

People say you can’t love others unless you love yourself, and that is a lie from hell to keep us from loving truly and genuinely.

Jesus knew that we already love ourselves - because when you love yourself you feed yourself, you bathe yourself, you buy things you need, etc., elsewhere in scripture it says

“for NO ONE has EVER hated his own body, but nourishes it… (etc) (and that’s just a fact - scripture does not lie - and the enemy has been feeding us that lie for as long as there have been humans.)

Consider this - maybe I hate myself so much I want to do not want to live anymore. This - at its very root - is selfish. Its true.

By removing yourself you think YOU will escape whatever it is that is making you feel that life is unbearable, but then you don’t think about the pain you will cause others that you leave behind. You transfer your discomfort for theirs. I know this scenario does not fit everyone but it’s basically the difference between loving ourselves or loving others.

See our problem is not that we do not love ourselves - it’s that we love ourselves too much. And we love ourselves most. And if we are truthful with ourselves before God we will see how this truly is.

THIS is why Jesus said to love others AS we love ourselves.

If you look out for others, making sure they have what they need, that they know what they need to know, etc., the same way you look out for your own well-being and safety, ~ everything changes.

Everything.

Some people have never even heard of such love, or seen it in action. Jesus has loved us this way and this is the love we are called to.

That’s why First Corinthians chapter 13 so confidently describes what love is… and there are no exceptions. This IS the definition of LOVE.

Real love is absolutely not about ourselves.

If we say “oh I just love the way they make me feel,” or “I love what they do for me,” or “I love the way they talk to me…”

These things are not bad, but it is NOT LOVE.

You’re really just getting a need met from this person that you are addicted to.

This is why there is so much divorce and “serial dating” - because when the new feeling wears off or they are no longer meeting that need YOU have - you move on to the next person. I did this most of my life until Jesus moved into my heart in such a big way that HE met that need. And He continues to meet that need - so I have never again searched for it in a human.

This “feeling” we get when that need is being met by a human is not love - “this is being addicted to a biochemical reaction that feels really good.” (Sebastian Enges)

Everyone is at a different stage of learning to love others. Sometimes, some things take a lifetime. But prayer is the best place to start. We should always pray for the love of God to be perfected in us, pray to love others as we love ourselves, and pray to have the natural inclination from the heart to put others interests above our own.

This is FRUIT that proves the Holy Spirit lives in us.

God alone provides to power to love in this way, it is miracle love. We can’t just fake it.

And ALSO - in this perfect love, we should naturally want to protect others from the horrors of life and/or death without God.

We cannot hold their hand and then, not wanting to hurt their feelings, walk them into the pit of hell and say we loved that person.

No, we tell the truth “even when our voice shakes” and no matter what that means for the future of our relationship with them, because temporarily losing them to possibly have them for eternity is worth all of it.

Sebastian Enges told this scenario in such a perfect way:

“Let’s say you have a relationship with somebody that you feel deeply in love with, you absolutely love them, and they have an opportunity to move across the world and do something, but that means they might no longer be in a relationship with you. And they are like your whole world right? They are deeply connected to you. If you love them more than YOUR NEED to “get” from them whatever it is they give to you by being in your life - as hard as it is, you are more likely to tell them to go. Without any games, without any emotional manipulation, you can factually look at the things on the table, and go “this is the right opportunity for you right now and I think you should take it.” Knowing full well it means that your relationship with them is going to change - in my opinion - that is love.”

[skelayton-lord]

@angelofthemornings Making this a proper reply-post because as a reply it might end up being too big.

The field is very vast, but the most common would be the person that runs the tests a physician asks you to and signs the paper to validate the results - we can be found doing your bloodwork, urine, biochem analysis (which all falls under clinical analysis/clinical pathology), and many other fields like radiology (x-rays, tomography, etc), acupuncture, embryology... here in Brazil we can have up to 29 licenses, each one corresponding to a different field. Some of these you can come out of university ready to work due to experience in your internship, but some others will require a specialization course or a master's - like acupuncture and radiology.

My license is in clinical pathology, but I've also spent a year in a specialization/expertise program (after getting my bachelor's degree) in laboratorial surveillance for diseases of public health interest, with a focus on diagnostic tools of immunology (serology tests) and molecular biology (mostly real time Polymerase Chair Reaction - PCR).

So I'm both licensed to work in any hospital or particular lab to run tests (with the objective of a diagnosis), and to work with the government in public health surveillance (where the objective here isn't a diagnosis, it is to confirm cases of a disease in a certain population and keep an eye out on how it behaves throughout the year, epidemiology).

I was about to decide between a Master's or a "direct" Doctorate (a Doctorate that "skips" a Master's and lasts longer than the usual Doctorate program) but then the pandemic came and many internship deals crashed, unless you were in virology, as that became the main and only focus of research at the time. I tried for a spot in the State's Strategic Lab, but it was interview-only and for only 1 candidate - I was placed 4th.

With that, my grandma's health also began to deteriorate, so I've been staying home since then to help care for her.

But 4 years later, I've started to job hunt again, and I'm now afraid I might be overqualified (and thus, "more expensive") to employers, as so far I havent gotten any return from my applications. I quite miss and wish to return to academia, sometimes, and with the State's lab, but I have a love-hate relationship with academia and it takes them forever to open up sign-ins for employees. Working in public health was my best time though, really, so if the opportunity arises, I'll be trying my chance there again - I did leave in good terms, and a lot o the chief researchers there wanted to work with me.

[kopivie]

Some little thoughts for our beloved spider detective:

Much like in canon, he learns martial arts; and that’s his predominant fighting style when in combat, with some swinging and webs added in. His father trained him since he was young, and although Heizou isn’t too keen on violence, he’s got to admit that the training comes in useful in a pinch.

He’s much more catching-the-villain than fighting-the-villain oriented — his primary motivation is to catch criminals before they can do too much harm and get them into rehab (canon motivations carrying across again).

He works with the police in general more than other Spider-people, but not consistently: he only teams up when he knows it’ll be beneficial, and if police forces become an obstacle, he just goes off and does what needs to be done himself. The police kind of hate him for being so seemingly whim-oriented and unreliable, but they recognise his skill enough to begrudgingly work with him when he comes knocking.

Heizou often underplays his strength to fool his enemies. If he can get by without using any physical force, he’ll do that; but in desperate situations, he uses the general public’s perception of him as a less physically powerful hero to his advantage and catch an enemy off-guard — but of course he has to do this rarely enough so it doesn’t become common knowledge that he’s actually very competent in combat, so usually he makes the situation such that it’s possible the damage caused could be attributed to other factors)

Having followed quite a few of Spiderman’s dealings on the news and all that, you have your suspicions about his true strength; namely, that he’s a lot, lot more competent than he lets on — like, come on, there’s no way that power line just collapsed because of the wind like Spider-Man said. There’s something fishy going on here.

Meanwhile, rather than being worried about you catching on, Heizou’s actually pretty smug (in a proud way) and loving the fact you’re picking up on the clues, even though he doesn’t let you in on it — a kind of ‘heh, I knew you’d get it’ reaction 

When he’s wandering around as a civilian, he calls his intuition his intuition, but when he’s in action, he calls it his Spidey-sense. His intuition is also insanely accurate, even more so than in canon: it was already on point before he got bitten, and afterwards… if he ever wanted to switch professions to a fortune teller, he’d be more than welcome. It’s actually unfair.

Heizou knows he shouldn’t tell you outright about his identity, but he’s can’t help nudging you towards it… so every time he’s around you in either form, he’s probing lightly into what you think of his other ego and dropping not-so-subtle hints about his identity — think about how, if you played the Arataki Touring for Life whatever festival event, Heizou left that note at the end essentially telling-but-not-telling the Traveller what happened. He does that. A lot. Maybe you’re just wilfully ignorant at this point for his own sake.

I’m also wondering what kind of person the reader is. I’ve got this idea that the two first met at some mystery novel society and grew closer from there — possibly, if we want some lovely romantic cliches, they met Spider-Man that very night when he helped them out with something (either getting them out of danger or even, like, noticing they’re struggling with their bags and offering to carry a few things lmao).

Anyway, so, reader. I’m not quite sure what they study—potentially law, to complement Heizou’s detective work, or something like biochem for a future career in forensics, or psychology, or… you get the idea. It’s pretty much throwing darts and seeing what sticks at this point.

One thing I thought might be a nice little hobby for them is drawing comics — and then their little crush on a certain local hero starts creeping into their stories and illustrations, and… hey, when did your OC superhero start looking so much like Spider-Man? (Also, the moment Heizou finds out about your comics, you can bet he’s following each one to the T, theorising story beats… maybe he off-handedly mentions your art accounts in an interview with the police, and now you’ve got, like, 50k followers. Whoops!)

Spidey!Heizou is also normal Heizou’s teasing amped up 200%. You will not catch a break. Sorry. I’m not sure what nicknames he uses for the reader yet, though… any thoughts?

That’s all I’ve got for now… he’ll definitely be ticking over in my brain for the next few days.

-🎻 anon

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHSDUISHFKDJFHSDFJADFHAS OKAY OKAY OKAY WAIT HOLD ONNNJKNFKBJKDBFS FUCK THIS IS SO COOL HNNNGG

reader being a forensics student would be pretty silly, no? in my city we have a school for criminal justice, so being a forensics major isn't too out of the ordinary for me to imagine -- the hard part is figuring out what type of forensics the reader would go into, because there are so many different sub-categories for forensics.

but maybe psychology would suit them better since they could discuss what they think spider-man is thinking with heizou, and he could give some... insight. OR since you said he's more about rehabilitation, reader could be going into some sort of prisoner reform program where they help the people that spider-man sends their way?

either way, while spider-man's teasing might increase, your ability to keep up could be tested since you two just. play mind games with each other. he plays the detective who analyzes your every move behind the mask and you try to rely on wordplay rather than give him the satisfaction of reading your expressions.

(it'd be a real shame if you became a criminal who used the malleability of words to get away with crimes somehow, hm. a perfect counter to spider-man -- while he may be one step ahead, he can't really account for the many implications of your every word.)

[catty-words]

(with the intention of fully kicking a hornets’ nest) -> my thoughts on tslocg s2 because it’s bad take after bad take in the tag:

- the pacing works. sure, the case can be made that the pacing would work better for a 22-episode season (i’m especially wounded by the fact that we couldn’t draw out the battle between the foxy and the catullan for two or three episodes At Least), but i don’t think that negates the fact that the writers are keeping a consistent rhythm. long-term story beats are balanced against one- or two-episode arc moments and, though it’s bracing at times, the show largely pulls off the breakneck energy thanks to its well-written humor.

- a lot of you are making your dissatisfaction weirdly personal with mindy kaling considering she only wrote one episode in the season and, in terms of the show’s co-creators, seems to be the more hands-off partner. i think we could all bring it down a couple notches, but if that’s not on the table, at least direct your ire in the appropriate direction damn

- i don’t think we’ve breezed past the s2e6 cliffhanger as everyone seems to fear we have, i absolutely think the other shoe will fall at some point. what makes me confident? mostly the choice to highlight jorja’s comment that bela hates herself when bela finds out about her ‘cancellation’ in conjunction with bela’s reaction to eric’s “you spend all your time trying to get people to like you, but then when someone like me actually does, i’m not enough. you immediately focus on winning over someone else”. the show seems to be delicately threading this needle of exploring the emotional ramifications of all the impulsive sex bela’s had without going too far and condemning the fact that she wanted those experiences in the first place. and that’s a long-term story i’m happy to be patient for to see it done right and done thoughtfully. because, i mean, in a lot of ways, it’s a storyline that embodies the thesis of the show. young women have a complex relationship with their own sexuality and get the best chance to define what it means to them under the newfound independence college life affords.

- kimberly/canaan compels me, the actors definitely have a sweet, off-beat chemistry. back to what i said, re: pacing, though, i don’t expect us to dwell on the storyline for more than three to five episodes into the next season. they might leave the possibility for a reprise like i suspect they’re doing with eric/bela but, if they get together at all, kimberly/canaan will be dissolved pretty quickly i think - particularly because i don’t see kimberly dealing with the way wanting canaan muddled her judgement and made her turn on a dear friend.

- speaking of whitney, i loved her journey with biochem it’s, like, a really cute look for her

- and speaking of her place in the love triangle, i definitely dig the wistfulness that comes with canaan being the collateral damage in whitney’s flailing sense of self this season, but her pivot back to her feelings for him at the end has such a whiff of ‘put in my self-discovery hours, that means i get to collect my canaan-shaped prize now’. which is not a judgement on whitney - i completely empathize with her wanting a do-over now that she’s a more evolved and self-assured person - but i do think canaan’s characterization is such that he’s not going to want to be involved with her romantically a second time. so whitney’s place in the triangle will likely be reckoning with and then accepting the boundaries he sets regardless of how things play out between her and kimberly.

- every scene in the common room of the dorm or the dining hall where the girlies take turns presenting their emotional conundrum to the group for a greek chorus of feedback in return made my heart swell and as long as this relationship is the one the show cares most about, i stay winning

- tatum being presented as leighton literally dating herself now that she’s authentically herself for the first time ending in leighton dumping her own ass then immediately embracing the self she’d started cultivating at the women’s center but couldn’t fully explore for being in the closet at the time even when it’s uncomfortable and she’d normally cow to her impulse to conform was galaxy-brained shit sorry if you’re mourning the loss of the carbon-copy white lesbian guess i’m built different

- anyway so so excited for the women’s center to once again be one of our regular on-campus hangs, so so excited to see leighton continue to blossom there

- lila was perfect literally every scene she was in but if i was going to complain about one thing it’d be that she ended up kissing whitney and not bela despite their insane chemistry. hello???