the-biochemist-feminist

[the-biochemist-feminist]

MY AO3 WAS WORKING ALL THIS TIME BUT NOW IT STOPPED WHICH ONE OF YOU BITCHES CURSED ME

#i need my bedtime story i am NOT okay #ao3 shutdown #ao3 #archive of our own

[the-biochemist-feminist]

Ao3 is down again.

May God have mercy on us all.

[the-biochemist-feminist]

Genuinely don't know what to do whilst I put off going to sleep now

trying to go to sleep without an ao3 bedtime story is like fighting demons on hard mode

[the-biochemist-feminist]

Genuinely don't know what to do whilst I put off going to sleep now

trying to go to sleep without an ao3 bedtime story is like fighting demons on hard mode

[the-biochemist-feminist]

trying to go to sleep without an ao3 bedtime story is like fighting demons on hard mode

[the-biochemist-feminist]

[the-biochemist-feminist]

• An Oxford comma walks into a bar, where it spends the evening watching the television, getting drunk, and smoking cigars.

• A dangling participle walks into a bar. Enjoying a cocktail and chatting with the bartender, the evening passes pleasantly.

• A bar was walked into by the passive voice.

• An oxymoron walked into a bar, and the silence was deafening.

• Two quotation marks walk into a “bar.”

• A malapropism walks into a bar, looking for all intensive purposes like a wolf in cheap clothing, muttering epitaphs and casting dispersions on his magnificent other, who takes him for granite.

• Hyperbole totally rips into this insane bar and absolutely destroys everything.

• A question mark walks into a bar?

• A non sequitur walks into a bar. In a strong wind, even turkeys can fly.

• Papyrus and Comic Sans walk into a bar. The bartender says, "Get out -- we don't serve your type."

• A mixed metaphor walks into a bar, seeing the handwriting on the wall but hoping to nip it in the bud.

• A comma splice walks into a bar, it has a drink and then leaves.

• Three intransitive verbs walk into a bar. They sit. They converse. They depart.

• A synonym strolls into a tavern.

• At the end of the day, a cliché walks into a bar -- fresh as a daisy, cute as a button, and sharp as a tack.

• A run-on sentence walks into a bar it starts flirting. With a cute little sentence fragment.

• Falling slowly, softly falling, the chiasmus collapses to the bar floor.

• A figure of speech literally walks into a bar and ends up getting figuratively hammered.

• An allusion walks into a bar, despite the fact that alcohol is its Achilles heel.

• The subjunctive would have walked into a bar, had it only known.

• A misplaced modifier walks into a bar owned by a man with a glass eye named Ralph.

• The past, present, and future walked into a bar. It was tense.

• A dyslexic walks into a bra.

• A verb walks into a bar, sees a beautiful noun, and suggests they conjugate. The noun declines.

• A simile walks into a bar, as parched as a desert.

• A gerund and an infinitive walk into a bar, drinking to forget.

• A hyphenated word and a non-hyphenated word walk into a bar and the bartender nearly chokes on the irony

- Jill Thomas Doyle

[the-biochemist-feminist]

One of the best parts of leverage is when they get distracted from the job because they're watching their teammates be good at something.

Like when Hardison is playing the violin, or Eliot is singing. Sophie goes full Mom mode, and the other kiddos are mesmerized, sometimes to the point of getting caught. It's adorable.

[the-biochemist-feminist]

I’m really enamored with the dynamic of two characters who work perfectly in tandem, like pacific rim drift compatible level, but they don’t like each other. It’s not even as strong an emotion as hate it’s just a very neutral-negative dislike, but they still act in perfect concert and their individual abilities are fully complementary

[the-biochemist-feminist]

losing my mind what do you MEAN mr. brightside is 20 years old

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No single line has ever wrecked me as hard as this one from the Good Place and I think about it constantly

[the-biochemist-feminist]

if you close your eyes right before it hits, your brain thinks that you’ve died and you feel a state of euphoria much like dying

[the-biochemist-feminist]

Something I love about Tumblr is having over a thousand followers and yet absolutely zero activity when I make a post. Thank you everybody for ignoring me 🙏🙏 allow my sillyness to slip into the silent succulent dark

[the-biochemist-feminist]

i almost feel like the internet is less usable than it was ten years ago. i guess there are more features but nothing runs smoothly, every site i go on has a subscription popup i have to close three times, there are ads covering the screen that have tiny little x marks you can't click, toolbars take up half the screen, search functions are shit, i have to fight against a million little annoyances just to find things. im not trying to romanticize the past internet and im sure it was more annoying than i remember, but the experience of doing anything online nowadays is filled with so much frustration

[the-biochemist-feminist]

wakes up on time, showers, gets dressed, eats breakfast, and drinks coffee, then calmly lays back down in bed and goes back to sleep