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You’re still at Bart’s?
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Does this answer your question?
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dr-ignis-ashton · 1 month
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"y-you..."
@theo-catnap
He frowns, regret etched on his face.
“Theo…”
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leatheslay · 6 months
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normalize calling bunsen burners “gaslights”
example: “for today’s chemistry lab i gaslighted bunch of chemicals”
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kill-your-fics · 6 months
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It was an open secret among the survivors that he fancied the firestarter, but she had never revealed her opinion on the matter, and he never pressed. As such they skirted around each other, never quite meeting. He found the situation most frustrating, yet he still occasionally caught sight of the bold, yet flighty pheonix that so captivated him, and he couldn't help but get swept up in her dance. Like stars in orbital decay, he thought to himself one night. Destined to revolve around each other until collision. It's inevitable. It filled him with a strange sort of hope.
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polarmolecule · 6 months
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shoutout to people with the struggles tm
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maliciousnbgoose · 2 months
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Once again, after a fat minute of inactivity...
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thuktunflishithy · 10 months
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crazysnor1ax · 1 year
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Toi et moi, dans la nuit on trouvera (You and me, in the night we will find)
Quelque part où déposer les fleurs qu'on a cueillies (Somewhere to put the flowers we picked)
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dontcallittimetravel · 8 months
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Happy deathday to Robert Bunsen, patron saint of pyromaniacs
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jodilustig · 1 year
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qupritsuvwix · 2 years
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It is not an “experiment”! It is a demonstration! Stupid Americans! An experiment means the results are not assured. A demonstration means you are achieving a know result.
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chrisevansdaughter · 6 months
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not me making noodles at 2am because I can’t sleep because of the nerves 😭😭😭
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dr-ignis-ashton · 29 days
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He’s sat on a bench, simply catching his breath. His search has been.. uneventful, to say the least.
@poppyplaytimeplayer
Ignis himself was having his own mental battle. Seeing what happened to Theo- god, it was his fault wasn’t it. He could have done more, should’ve.
He almost walks past the stranger.
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jacquissss · 8 months
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IM SO EXCITED I COULD BE DOING RESEARCH THIS YEAR WITH A SUPER COOL PROF I AM SO HAPPY YAYAYAYYAYAYA
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kill-your-fics · 1 year
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I don't know if you "do" prompts or whatever, but I thought you could do more with this idea than me.
Wilson is working on something and being Very Focused, and a bored Willow is talking is ear off, trying to distract him. After being ignored for a while, she says something like "Come on, nerdy boy, I know you like me" and Wilson, because he's Very Focused on his work, his mouth runs on autopilot and says something like "Yes, I find you very attractive" and Willow is just left completely blindsided and flustered, while he hasn't even realized what he said.
I can't promise to write something for every prompt because I'm not always a very inspired writer but I always welcome suggestions! Idk if this is what you wanted but I tried lololol. WITHOUT FURTHER ADO..... ur ficlet.
There was nothing much to do around camp today, Willow decided. It was too warm to start a regular fire just because she felt like it- Wilson would surely complain, the man suffered worse in summer than in winter, if it was possible- and it was too bright to sleep.
"What'cha up to over here?" No response, which meant he was deep in Science Mode(tm). She peeked over Wilson's shoulder, glancing at the prototypical diagram he had spread out in front of him. He had been talking earlier about an invention, some sort of clothing that would actively cool the wearer rather than just slow their increase in temperature. The current drawing looked, to Willow, an awful lot like a giant ice cube strapped to the user's head. Now, she wasn't saying Wilson never had any good ideas, but perhaps the heat really had cooked his brain today. Having concluded that whatever he was doing wasn't of dire importance, she decided to continue pestering him.
"Do you think you could invent a flame thrower to melt all the snow in winter?"
No response.
"Maybe it could be, like, a super-torch?"
Nothing. It was time to try a different tactic.
"Ya know, if it's soooo unbearably hot today, you could just take off your shirt... Or at least that dumb vest."
Wilson hmmmed and hunched further over the table, scribbling furiously.
This was ridiculous. Not even a verbal acknowledgement she was here? "C'mon, dork! I know you like me."
"Of course, I'm quite attracted to you." Wilson agreed. He ducked down to rummage for something in the chest that sat beside the table.
"Whu-HUH?" Willow sputtered. Was this a joke? She wasn't laughing.
"Yes, I'm afraid you can be rather distracting," Wilson replied, paying her no mind as he stood up again with several small gears and the old ice box schematic. He scrutinized both.
Was he serious? No way. But he wasn't laughing, either. What? I'm quite attracted to you. You can be rather distracting. The hell did that mean? The HELL did that mean?
Several beats of studious (and stunned) silence later, Wilson spoke. "Willow?" He looked up, over at her, caught a glimpse of her reddened face. "Are you alright? Is the heat finally getting to you as well?"
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polarmolecule · 2 months
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Made a high-effort version of this meme because it forever haunts me that I didn’t use this, far superior, format
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