#brain fuel

[noctiva]

I can give you some suggestions on wine. My favorite cheaper wine is barefoot pink. Moscato is sweet and pairs well with getting great head.

I LOVEEEEE moscato 🫶🫶🫶 I swear on my life the freakiest of my fics were crafted bc I was wine drunk

[faceless-es]

The pressure to come up with more theories and things to ramble about on Tumblr but your brain is empty...

[jugheads-choni]

Jughead in the new Bite Sized Archie #180 “Brain Fuel” 🍔

— Art by Vincent Lovallo

[ohnoitsthebat]

[anxietysghost]

I can’t get over the fact that bowuigi exploded after the trailer, and so did my brain apparently. But hey, we outta thank them for adding those clips at least we can fuel our weird little brains with scenario's for our fanfics and what not :)

[mbti-conversation]

Brain Fuel

*At 2 AM light flashes in the room, waking up ENFP and ENFJ*

ENFJ: *tiredly* INTP, what are you doing up at this hour?

INTP: *staring at phone* Fueling my brain.

ENFP: You’re reading fanfiction, aren’t you?

[worldsbestdoc-archives-blog]

@goodandbadareallthesame

It had been six hours since Moira last left the laboratory. Angela knew this because she, too had not left the laboratory for six hours. The difference was that she had retreated to her office around noon to pop a preservative-filled rice bowl into the microwave and chug a bottle of water. It was not the healthiest of lunches, but it was a far cry better than nothing. She allowed herself no more than half an hour to scarf down the gummy dish which was loosely inspired by Chinese cuisine and give her feet a rest and when she returned she found Moira precisely as she had been before her brief break. There was no way the elder scientist would have had time to stabilize her workstation, sanitize her hands, eat a lunch, and be back precisely where she was in the time Angela had been gone. No, barring superhuman abilities, Moira had been engrossed in her work nonstop since this morning.

As Angela scrubbed up, gloved up, and set up, she wondered if she was always like this. The two did not regularly rub shoulders at work, seeing as Moira generally could be found in the Blackwatch labs. But following a contaminant spill and subsequent explosion--Angela was impressed--the only choice was for the most prominent, important scientists to move upstairs, and the lesser workers to take some time off. Judging by Moira’s apparent attitude toward lunch, Angela guessed that she wouldn’t have taken a break even if she had been forced.

Surely her brain function must be impaired by now, the young doctor reasoned as she introduced NS-51 into a Streptococcus culture via pipette. And dehydration was monstrous for efficiency. Not only that, but it could be insidious. Insufficient fluid intake played no small part in renal disorders. It would be a shame for someone as bright as Dr. O’Deorain to leave this world early due to poor self care. Prickly and callous though she may be, there was no denying the benefit she could have to scientific discovery and human genetics in the years to come.

The concern pestered her like a grain of sand trapped in her eye, utterly distracting her. Dr. O’Deorain’s presence was frustrating and distracting in a number of different ways--the two did not get along particularly well--but altruism and genuine concern for the well-being of others continued to influence her career choices and in fact her daily behavior. Thus, she only managed an hour more before she gave up, again rendering her samples stable and washing up. Only when she was finished did she dare approach her standoffish colleague. Sure of herself as she was, anxiety contorted her stomach with each step until she came to stand at Moira’s shoulder.

“Pardon, doctor. I see that you’re busy, but can you please come with me? I require your assistance.”

[wannabeaccountant-blog]

Most important meal of the day.