#Graduated cylinders

[dawnscientific]

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[radibe5]

oh god can you imagine if the elrics grew up with access to mario kart. at least one of them would not have survived to adulthood. if they physically fought over toys and whipped out the graduated cylinders over 1.3ml difference in juice distribution i think mario kart would make them actually kill each other 😭

[earthandsunandmoon]

do you get lonely working in lab by yourself? my advisor asked....why no. no one can see me make one disaster after another

[ampharosite]

had a dream last night that the hot, new internet discourse was over pipettes. and in my dream, i saw an instagram comment that said "wait, people actually use pipettes for 2-10 mL of liquid? lmao grow up 😭" and i woke up because i was SO baffled

[hua-fei-hua]

pre-pandemic i had a playlist for when i was studying chemistry, but at some point during lockdown i got rid of it bc i never used it anymore bc online classes bounce off smooth rubber brain; however, i wish i still had it bc at this rate the romcom hijinks playlist i spent days slaving over (bc i have like fucking Three unambiguously non-angsty songs in my mp3 files by default) to cue the brain into reading mode will be rendered moot bc of all the executively dysfunctioning tumblr scrolling i've been doing to it instead

[goscience22]

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[ablasphemyofpoets]

Getting good at breaking lab glassware.

[echidnana]

working on our first lab. agony

[the-adas]

i think slime is just a cooler version of making like. soap potions or mud cakes

[oscargender]

does anyone want to give me career advice :/

[charm35stickerpacks]

(Happy Graduation Cylinder Sticker by uğur Kara gönderdi)

[dumbbitchgalore]

can we please get girl!dad price 😩

Got a few asks like this so imma just condense them into one.

Girldad!Price is an absolute menace to society but a damn teddy bear to his daughters.

Headcanon him to have three daughters aged 17 and 11 year old twins.

Absolutely lets them do whatever as kids:

Twins used to draw on the walls with crayons and the older sister would get worried and guilty so she'd srub the walls even though Price doesn't really care who would rather have them up on the walls

Price joins in on the girls' tea parties

Oldest had a phase of doing everyone's hair and makeup so she'd always practice on John first before doing in on others because John is her mistakes dummy

When home from deplyment, he'd take his daughters on bike rides around the house and take them to parks as well in the afternoon

Can never say so, comes home from a shopping trip with the girls holding bags upon bags as they almost topple over

Buys all her girls cars when they're old enough to drive. 4X4, 6 cylinder SUVs because they're more 'reliable' than those 'cheap hatchbacks and sedans' 'my girls aren't gonna drive in a car that can break down in two days'

Takes her girls' car to the mechanic cause he knows that they'll be scammed if they go by themselves.

Never fails to cry when his daughters pass a milestone: birthdays, graduations, weddings, first jobs, etc

Overall, John Price is a girl dad through and through and will do everything to his very best to give his daughters the best life possible. He is only human and does stuff up occassionally but never lets his girls stay mad for too long, always making it up to them.

[khruschevshoe]

Give a hand to those in the Lokius fandom once again experiencing the sweet, sweet taste of queerbait in the year of our lord 2023. Join the queliot Fandom for peaches-and-plums margaritas in room 413, the destiel fandom for beers in room 1518, the supercorp fandom for flaming shots in the penthouse, and the Johnlock Fandom in the nonexistent basement for graduated-cylinder-champagne flutes!

Once you're drunk enough, we're burning down Disney hq at noon tomorrow-

[strawberriianime]

Master

♡ master! muzan kibutsuji x succubus! reader

♡ CW: 18+ themes such as sexual content, muzan is a jerk, manipulation, unprotected sex, degradation, creampies, spitting in the mouth, spanking, punishment, rough angry sex, biting, the reader gets hit with a belt, slight humiliation, explicit language~

Muzan’s eyebrow twitched as he heard you drop, yet another book from his bookcase driving him out of his concentration once more. How could he focus on his task if you kept making noise?

Not even a millisecond later, another thud made Muzan squeeze the graduated cylinder he was holding, causing tiny pieces of glass to fly over his desk area. You let out a slight squeak as the man appeared behind you, yanking harshly at your tail causing you to fall from the ladder onto the hard wooden floor. Looking up sheepishly, you were met with a pair of piercing red eyes staring completely through your head. 

“I’m sorry master! It was just that the book’s where so heavy and I couldn’t catch them before they hit the floor.” you brought your knees up to your chest as your tail wagged like a snake along the floor. 

“Why do I even keep you around, if you can’t do anything right?” he spoke in a low voice, if it was possible you would shrink yourself even more than you already were. You didn’t say anything back, causing the man’s eye to twitch even more. Nothing outside of the regular things upset Muzan more than you. It’s like he had a special nerve that only you can hit. 

You felt a tight grip around your wrist that pulled you quickly to your feet, dragging you along the dark black hallway leading to an area you were oh-so-familiar with. It was his bedroom. No one was allowed into Muzan’s bedroom unless he brought you there. You were brought out of your thought as muzan tossed you onto the floor, as he made his way to a solo chair in the room removing his belt in the process. He sat on the chair shaking his head slightly in disappointment.

“Crawl over here,” he spoke, as you got on all fours crawling to him slowly and steadily before stopping right in front of him.

“Lay across my legs,” he commanded once more. Making way, you laid your body long on his legs which were quite uncomfortable for your stomach and boobs. 

Muzan ran his right hand along the material of the dress you were wearing, it’s not like it was covering much anyway. He stopped right where the tight material ended, pulling it up and bringing your ass into full view. He kneads the plushness of your bottom, completely naked already. He commanded you not to wear panties anymore once the relationship got intimate. 

“Now, why should I not strike you with this belt?” he asked tightening his grip around the black leather belt. 

“Master, I apologized for dropping the books al-” a very hard smack was brought onto your bottom causing you to let out a yelp.

“Wrong answer” he sighed as your bottom turned red like an apple, if you were human you would’ve been done for.

“I’ll give you one more chance.” he tapped his foot slightly looking down at you.

“I did everything you asked me to do-” You were cut off once again as the leather made contact with your bottom once more.

“Why do we have to go through this over and over again?” strike

“If I give you a task I want it done flawlessly” strike

“You dropped 5 books today, that’s 5 too many” strike

“Just pitiful” strike

By now, your face was flushed just as red as your bottom. He stood up, causing you to fall on your bruising bottom. He pulled you up by your forearm, and brought you over to his bed, pushing you down on your bottom once more causing you to hiss out in pain. 

He brought his face down to yours, staring deeply into your eyes. “What kind of succubus are you? you’re weak. weak physically and mentally. how does one who does the dominating become the submissive? What a waste of a demon, you should’ve been born human.” Muzan’s words were mean, you were always sensitive and did he know how to hurt your feelings.

He sighed, adjusting his clothing and loosening the tie he was wearing. He removed his bottoms, running his fingers through his hair. “Luckily I found you, someone could have really taken advantage of you.” he moved your legs to each side of his body, hardened length making way to your dripping entrance. 

Your back arched off of the bed as he pushed himself fully into your tight cunt, squeezing him with each muscle of your body. Without warning, he began pumping in and out of you causing the room the be filled with a slight squelching sound. 

“Master, you’re so deep” you whined as you pulled at the zipper of your dress splitting it down the middle and allowing your breast to bounce free. Although he’s never admitted it, it did turn him on watching you toy with yourself. Taking two fingers into your mouth, you coated them in your saliva pulling them from your mouth with a pop. You used the moistened fingers to rub circles on your clit, your other hand tugging at your nipples causing you to let out a sultry moan. 

“Fuck.” you heard your master say before you felt his warmth leave your body. That was only momentarily, as he flipped you around grabbing a fist full of your hair in the process.  He stretched your neck back, muttering “open” as you stuck your tongue out happily allowing your master to dribble his saliva into your mouth. “swallow” you happily obliged. 

He gripped your hips harshly, pricking through the skin as crimson droplets slid down your hip. He leaned over you, his chest to your back allowing him to deepen his thrust, the entire length puncturing your walls. 

“Master I’m gonna cum” you whined clawing at the bed sheets, chasing your high as a tingling sensation made its way through your body. Muzan let out a deep sigh as he rutted into you one final time, before allowing his seed to take over your insides. Just as your high was about to overcome, you felt muzan remove himself from you.

“Master...I didn’t get to cum” Your eyebrows furrowed with desperation.

“And who’s fault is that?” he asked straightening out his attire that he had quickly put back on. 

“Now when I come back, this room better be spotless. If you can do that, I might just reward you.” He walked out of the room leaving you in the dark and completely frustrated. 

[disease]

"EINE ROSE FÜR DIREKTE DEMOKRATIE" "A ROSE FOR DIRECT DEMOCRACY" JOSEPH BEUYS // 1968 [rose in graduated glass cylinder | 14 × 2 × 1/10"]

[mathurbator]

No one appreciated me in last semesters chem class when I pulled a graduated cylinder and said "ah yes. The smartest of all my cylinders"