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š¼ššš“š±šššøšš“š³. this sideblog is basically just me kicking my feet while thinking about my oc's. it's also where i more generally stash anything writing related to avoid losing it on my main or clogging up my rp blog.
what is THE worst thing you've ever drank. all liquids acceptable. please tell me what it was, bonus points for why
Hey whoa hi. Hello. I am looking directly into your ear canal. What do you mean you drank a tube of virus concentrate.
So, I was working in a lab, right? My job in the lab was preparing a pure, concentrated enough sample of virus. This is tricky since, y'know, viruses require hosts to replicate, but you then need to get the host cells (and the pieces of the host cells that died!) out of the sample while still keeping the viruses. Once I'd finished and the samples had been sent to the database for analysis as well as a second one sent to be frozen for future reference, there was still some left over that needed to be disposed of.
I, knowing that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, waited carefully for the lab director to be deep in conversation with someone else on the other side of the laboratory. And then I took my chance.
Test tubes, as it turns out, are really bad as shot glasses. Their shape turns any liquid inside into a stream, so you really can't knock it back quickly - it takes a couple seconds. Additionally, the best way I can describe the taste of virus concentrate was "sterile rot". A very unique kind of bad! Made worse by the test tube's inefficiency as a shot glass.
(by the way we were studying bacteriophages, not animal viruses. these viruses are too specialized on attacking prokaryotes to even recognize our cells as targets at all, according to studies.)
(but also like. if the viruses managed to successfully switch hosts and killed me with a violent infection, itd still be worth it.)
(for science.)
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This WOULD be how humanity would go out though tbh
thinking (-1) about characters is so fun gu(-1)ys trust
But I'm a Cheerleader (1999) dir. Jamie Babbit
maybe this is insensitive of me but i find it really funny that the human behavioural response to being sufficiently bored and isolated is to devise increasingly creative ways to harm our bodies and risk our lives just to have something to react to. and no small amount of innovation has been achieved this way. yeah sorry but if you don't give me enough treats and puzzles i'm going to start hurting myself for fun.
"you're going to hurt yourself badly doing that" actually i'm very good at it. i've had lots of practice you see.
I ā¤ļøgossip I ā¤ļøeavesdropping I ā¤ļøasking nosy questions Iā¤ļø looking for and acquiring information. On account of my curious and inquisitive nature #mynature
Iām not a mad scientist, Iām just a disappointed scientist.
old navy hates to see her coming
Boys love me for my suspicious lab practices and lackadaisical approach to workplace safety.
Iām a lover by nature except for when Iām a wretched hater cunt bitch which I also am by nature
i <3 when women characters feel they aren't able to express sadness in "normal" ways because they don't feel safe enough to cry in their environment so instead they opt for the more acceptable strong emotion of rage and they get recklessly angry at the people around them in fits of misplaced sadness and terror and make irreversible decisions and hurt others. i dont care as much when this happens to a man
listening to fleetwood mac is like. i donāt know this song but letās give it a shot. oh wait i do know this song. iāve heard it a million times and always liked it, i just didnāt know the name. on some level i kind of assumed that song was just an ambient part of the world the way the sound of the wind or birdsong in the trees was but apparently itās by fleetwood mac. neat.
āi should take a walk for my mental healthā boring, tired, i donāt even really wanna do it tbh
āi need to check the perimeterā i need to check the perimeter
he lives the poetry that he cannot write
grounding tips for the stressed aspiring tyrant: acknowledge 5 people you can sway to your cause, 4 methods you can use to persuade them (2 violent, 2 nonviolent), 3 people in positions of moderate power you can manipulate and usurp in order to gain access to 2 powerful institutions to destroy, and 1 foundational lie
people are starting to character tag so iād like to state upfront that this is part of a new branch of pop feminism iām pioneering called despotette and as such is specifically advice for women trying to break into the world of tyranny, so if you must character tag itās really only appropriate to do so if the character is a woman, thank you