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panic attacks and p orbitals -peter parker

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Suffering from panic attacks is no unfamiliar action to Y/N, luckily Peter is there to hold her breath.

Requested: Yes @justsomeweirdfan

Warning: talks of panic attack, none

Words: 1862

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Another day of studying, another wave of stress hitting you like a bus. Your eyes scattered across the pages of your Chemistry book in horror, each word slamming into your brain with such great confusion your head was spinning. Nothing made sense, and it still hadn’t after six months of sitting in that class. It was as if your brain couldn’t comprehend anything related to orbitals, or atoms in general. You were utterly clueless on the matter.

It wasn’t that you had waited ‘til the utter last minute to study for your test tomorrow, you started studying three days ago. Your teacher had informed the class three days in advance to make sure you all had an advantage. You silently thanked her for the help as you watched the rest of your class roll their eyes and look off into the distance, not caring that your helpful teacher was guiding your mere urge to study in the right direction. Surprised, you had turned to your friend, Peter who was sitting in the row next to you and widened your eyes at him, signaling for him to help you out starting that day.

Peter yawned as his eyes met your sudden gaze and he shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and leaned over towards you to whisper, “We’ve got this. I’ll help you out, don’t worry,” he muttered, a small and hopeful smile spread across his face as he realized your nervous state.

You turned your lips up into a weary smile and sighed heavily at his easing manner and turned to face the front of the classroom. Peter was of course at ease. excelling in absolutely every subject in the book, especially Chemistry. You would quickly shoot him a text about a homework question and within two minutes, he had explained it perfectly to you, your brain suddenly becoming one with his skill. It was as if you needed Peter to explain everything that your teacher could, but couldn’t get past the wall of confusion you had up in your mind. But, just to help you, he would come over that night, and the next, and then the final night before the test to help you study for the subject you were confused on.

The final night had approached as you continued to listen to Peter tutor you the different types of orbitals the electrons could be and how the P orbital was this and the D orbital was that. Your eyes flashed to his bright brown orbs and back to where his pencil was pointing in the book, your attention snapping from thing to another.

“Okay, remember when Ms. Robins had said that the 2p, 3p, 4p can each hold six electrons because they each have three orbitals?” Peter asked you, his thin eyebrows raised in your direction, eyes scanning yours for any sign of understanding.

God no, Peter. How can you remember what Ms. Robins had said that day when all you were trying to focus on was how badly you were gonna fail this test.

Your brain searched for any memory or knowledge on the subject. You got nothing, as usual and bit your lip as a sign of hard thinking to please Peter before muttering how badly you were lost, “Uhh, not really?” you slightly questioned yourself and Peter’s eyes shifted downward in defeat as he flipped to the page and explained it all over again.

As Peter was explaining the previous lesson over again to you, his phone rang. His attention snapped before shooting you an apologetic look, reaching over and grabbing his phone off your desk.

“Oh shit, it’s May. I forgot to tell her I was here, I’ll be right back,” he mutters, getting up and making his way to the door to give you some quiet and privacy.

He points at you jokingly and then back to the book, “Study that, I’ll be right back!”

You throw him a thumbs up and a weak smile before he smiles and leaves you to read the complex work by yourself. You deeply sighed and moved the book to completely in front of you, your eyes focusing on the words and examples to try and make everything seem whole for once. Minutes went by as the slight sound of Peter discussing his antics with May muffled through your bedroom door and your mind was seen in different places. One focused on absolutely nothing, the other part attempting to scan the meaning of the words across your textbook.

The words ran together as your pulse suddenly began to slightly quicken, your mind rushing over the text in a daze. You instantly felt your body become heavy and your thoughts become agile and evident.

You can’t do this. This test is going to ruin your GPA and you’ll be fucked. You’ll never understand anything, you’re going to fail Studying is going to make it worse, because you’ll never figure it out. You’re a failure,  you’re a failure,  you’re a failure,  you’re a failure,  you’re a failure.

The antagonizing thoughts hurried through your clouded judgement and your body seemed to shut down on everything around you. You almost couldn’t describe it, this had never happened to you. Your nerves and confusion had never taken such a toll on your being. Your brain shutting out any noise that could possibly disrupt your thinking, you began to fall into a void of disorientation. Your mind couldn’t put the words together that hooked to the solution of the question. The words across the page became one huge blur of black ink as you felt your heart beat quicken to a rapid measure. Veins pumping with nerves and your stomach felt heavy, almost clouded with futile air.

Your pink lips became chapped and dry as the puffs of air that released from your mouth hit the space around you heavily. Nothing was a clear indicator of anything anymore, the room around you clouded with swerves of energy and countless thoughts of failure as your Y/E/C glazed over with an elusive gaze. Your chest felt as if someone had pushed a boulder on top of it, and refusing to move it for the slightest second. Your right hand flew up to your chest in a manner to attempt and stop the horrendous sense that had escalated throughout your body.

You flung yourself out of your chair and hit hard on the carpeted floor beneath you, your mind whisking away knowledgeable thoughts as your grasping hand flew over and pushed the near object across your room, hitting your wall loudly. Your breathing was definitely evident, just not wanted in any sort of way. Panic was all you could feel, think, or hear in your manner.

Everything was blurry, Peter’s figure opening the door ferociously to see you gasping for help on the floor in front of his eyes. His fuzzy body ran over to your weak one. Breaths became heavier between you two and your body felt heavier and heavier.


Peter’s eyes were filled with fear as he scanned your helpless body on the floor, heavy breaths emitting from your terrified body. He flew to his knees as close to you as possible,hands instantly resting themselves on top of your hand that was placed on your chest.

“Y/N you’re having a panic attack! I need you to slow down for me!” he yelled breathless at you, with little knowledge of what to do in this type of situation. His eyes scanned your huge Y/E/C ones and he felt every horrid emotion flood his body once again.

Everything happening so fast Peter’s mind wracked for a solution, his time running out as he began to look around the room for some kind of quick solution. His heart dip flips and his stomach somersaults, his love for you being so evident that his concern was was overdone.

“You’re gonna be okay. I promise you, I promise,” Peter rushed out, your anxiety hitting him like a truck, his words attempting to calm your hyped demeanor and flood your ears in hope of your state dropping to a placid state.

You need to stall her breathing.

The solution switched to the front of his mind and his eyes flashed with nerves and concern all at once as he looked at you once more, your eyes wide with terror and bewilderment. His thoughts ran with pictures of you and ways to help you stop the attack.


“I need to stall your breathing!” Peter fumbled out to you, his figure limp with concern as you felt your mind slowly begin to shut out everything around you.

You shook your slightly in any way to communicate with him. Your captivating eyes slowly began to shut as the attack worsened second by second. Peter witnessed your daze slowly turn from a wide eyed one to a dreary eyed, almost unconscious one. His hand reached forward and grabbed your face and brought you close to his, eyes fanning over yours for some sign of click back to reality.

He bit his pink lip anxiously before whispering against your dry, chapped lips in a fumbling manner, “Y/N..” he mumbled as his thumbs rapidly ran over your cheeks in a soft yet distressed way before practically flying over and smashing his lips against your open mouth.

As his lips hit yours, the breath that was lodged in the back of your throat skipped backwards, a “zip” type noise emit from your occupied lips. The near closed setting around flashed back to soothing and calm once again, your heart beginning to storm back to the normal and erratic beat it always had whenever you were with Peter. The blood in your veins slowed, your brain opening back up to a suddenly quiet state as the thoughts that had been swirling around in your mind and the breaths emitting from your mouth for the past minutes had diminished to their accurate ways.

Peter felt his heart drop into his stomach as the sound of your uneven breathing was paced back to normal and the feeling of your lips on his filled his thoughts. The sparks that hit him danced up and down his veins, and the sparks of stopping your panic had hit your heart in several ways.

His breath sucked in tightly before slowly pulling back, savoring the last few moments his lips were barely grazing yours. Both pairs of eyes fluttered open and were hit with a matching pair of captivating stares. Your mouth remained open and his closed tightly at the sight of your surprised yet delighted sudden demeanor. Nerves jumbled through his mind while admiration and affection danced around you at the sight of the boy before you.

“Y-You stalled my breathing. You stopped it,” you gently let out, your voice sweet and soft as it filled his ears.

His face turned rose red as he looked down at the floor and the then back up to meet your loving gaze, “Y-Yeah,” was all he could mumble out.

His nerves proved upon his face, your normal breathing reminding you that Peter had graciously stopped your horrid and nerve-wracking panic attack. Your mouth dared to mutter three words as they arrived at the front of your mind.

“Do it again.”

chemistry finals

pairing: anthony ramos x reader

prompt: (anon) Hi I was wondering if you could please do 13, 3, and 4 from the prompt list with Anthony Ramos if you get the chance? I love your writing

13: “i know you told me to stop thinking about you, but i can’t get you out of my mind.”
3: “go on, tell me. tell me you don’t love me.”
4: “those things you said yesterday… did you even mean them?”

warnings: swearing, lotta fluff, v cheesy

words:  2.794 whoops

a/n: you guys are AMAZING i’m having so much fun with all the prompts you are sending in. unfortunately, i can’t get to all of them immediately bc i sprained my wrist (i was trying to turn out my light without getting out of bed and i fell off of the bed and on my wrist lol) but i am working!! happy thursday xooxoxoxooxoxoxox

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Begrudgingly, you stalked towards your fifth block chemistry class, already over it. You had forgotten to do the homework and honestly had no idea what was going on in the class; something about VSPER? Walking in, you took your seat at the lab bench.

The bell rang and your teacher started.

“You’re late, Ramos.” She grumbled. Her back wasn’t even facing the door when senior Anthony Ramos walked in. His curls were everywhere and the freckles scattering his face glowed as the sun hit him from the window.

“What’s new?” He laughed, taking a seat next to one of his baseball friends. 

The teacher smiled. She had a sweet spot for Anthony; maybe because he was popular, maybe because he was cute, maybe because he was ridiculously charming - you didn’t know. Regardless, if you were late to class every other day, you can bet your ass you would be in detention nonstop.

At the end of the block, your teacher handed you back the tests you took last Friday. 

“Shit,” you cursed as you looked at your grade. 64%. You mom was going to kill you. You groaned lowly, slugging back in your seat as you flipped through the pages. On the last one was a note written in red pen: See me after class.

You instantly felt your cheeks flush, embarrassed that the teacher had to talk to you about how God awful you were doing in the class - as if you didn’t know.

When the bell rang, you thought about darting out of the room and pretending like you didn’t see the note. But Ms. Crump called you back, forcing you to trudge forward bashfully.

To make matters worse, Anthony was staying behind too. He, however, didn’t look upset at all. Maybe he ’s finally going to get his ass handed to him about constantly being late, you thought. Wrong.

“Y/N, you’re not doing well. Plain and simple,” she said almost immediately. You blushed. God, did she have to do this in front of him? This was so embarrassing. What if he went and told the baseball team about it?

You looked at your feet, “I know. I’m trying, I just -” She held her hand up to stop you.

“I know you are. I think you just need a little extra help.” 

Anthony slung his backpack around his shoulder, giving you a lopsided half smile, “Is that where I come in?” He asked, looking to Ms. Crump.

She nodded, “Exactly.”

“Wait, what?” You asked. Anthony Ramos, star of the baseball team, was going to tutor you?

“Anthony is one of my best students,” she assured.

Anthony’s ears turned pink when he saw your shocked expression, “Why else do you think she would be so chill with me all the time?” 

You were dumbfounded. This wasn’t actually happening, right?


Ms. Crump agreed that you should be working with Anthony at least twice a week; at the library, your houses, even after school in the lab. She just wanted you two together - working, that is.

Anthony jotted down his number, a grin on his face as he handed you the sticky note. 

“I’ve got practice until five, but I’m free whenever after that. Do Tuesdays and Thursdays work alright?” He gave you that smile again.

You bit your lip, nodding feebly. You were the smart one in the family, and now you needed a tutor? As if it couldn’t be any more embarrassing.

“Great, text me and we’ll figure out the details. I’ll see you then, Y/N.” He said as he walked backwards towards the door. You nodded, still starstruck over what had just happened.

Thursday came faster than you expected. You anxiously awaited Anthony at your house, agreeing to meet there since your parents worked late that night. At 5:30, he knocked on your door, his curls still wet from a shower.

“Sorry I’m late, I figured we might need some food,” he laughed, holding up a pizza in his hands, “I hope cheese is okay, I wasn’t sure if you were a vegetarian or not.” He waited a moment longer outside before you realized you were blocking the door, moving slightly to let him in. He thanked you before commenting, “You don’t have to be nervous. I get tutored in just about every other subject. Chemistry just came easy I guess.” He shrugged. 

You offered a small smile, “I just feel stupid.” 

He shook his head, putting the pizza down on the counter, “Don’t. Really. Asking for help is necessary to succeed in life. Or, I guess in chemistry.” 

You laughed, making him grin, “There you go!”

You covered you mouth to hide your smile, turning to pull out some paper plates, “Do you want anything to drink?”

“Water, please.” He said, taking a seat and opening your chemistry notebook. Everything was color coded and organized. When he took his out, you had to stifle a laugh. Everything was written in smudged gray pencil, papers ripped and falling out of the binding. 

He looked at you with a smirk, “Chemistry does love chaos.”

The two of you ate your pizza as he told you about his day, asking you questions along the way. Before you knew it, it was already quarter of seven. 

“I guess we didn’t study so much today,” he said sheepishly. 

You groaned, “I’m gonna fail the final.”

He shook his head, “Not if I have anything to do with it. Come on, let’s go over the notes from today.”

At first he was rambling on about electron configurations and ionization energy, but when he saw the confusion twisted into your face, he immediately backtracked. The started to explain it to you slowly, taking each thing and correlating it to something tangible. 

“Thing about it this way: So, uh, Carbon moves into an apartment building,” you raised an eyebrow at him. “Hear me out, okay! Carbon moves in but you have to fill all the ground floors before you can move into the second floor rooms, right? Those are the s and p orbitals. So Carbon will fill…”

You looked down at your periodic table, grasping for answers, “One s two, two s two, two p…” He nodded, encouraging you on, “Two p two?” He nodded again, more enthusiastically. 

“I knew you’d get it. Okay, let’s try… Magnesium.”

Your tutoring sessions continued for roughly two months before something happened. Something you were absolutely not prepared for. Something neither of you were. 

It started with like a usual session. It was Thursday, so you ordered Chinese for the two of you. 

“I don’t want to study tonight,” you groaned. This week had been especially long and you just wanted to relax.

“Come on!” He urged, but there was no way you were going to be interested in learning about table logic tonight.

Sighed, he put his hands up in surrender, “Okay, okay. Well,” he checked his watch, “I’ve got another hour before I have to head home. What do you want to do?” 

You looked around the room, your eyes settling on a deck of Uno cards on the counter. You raised your eyebrows in question, but he was already up to get them. 

Anthony delt out the cards, grumbling about his inability to shuffle. Within twenty minutes, you had beat him and he was already getting frustrated.

“It’s just luck!” He fumed, resealing the cards.

“It’s skill,” you combated, a smirk written on your lips. He gave you a look before a smile broke onto his face. After another game (loss), he threw his cards at you, making you giggle.

“You’re ridiculous,” he groaned.

“You’re a sore loser.” He looked at you a second longer, leaning in slightly. You felt your heartbeat increase and you down at your feel. He leaned in a little more. You took in a sharp breath, snapping your head up. 

“It’s getting late.”

Anthony felt a pang in his gut at the thought of leaving, but diet want to further upset you. He nodded, grabbing his jacket before heading towards the door. You walked towards him, ready to say goodbye. 

Nothing could happen, you reminded yourself. He wasn’t pushing or anything, but you knew that it was close. And close was dangerous, and holy shit you two were close.

He wasn’t more than a few inches away now, making your heart race. Anthony opened his mouth to say something but couldn’t get anything out. 

You couldn’t stop yourself when you lifted yourself up on your tip toes to kiss his cheek.

“I’ll see you on Tuesday,” you said, a blush creeping up your cheeks. 

He bit his lip, “Um, or we could do something, I don’t know… tomorrow?” Your brows furrowed, what he asking you on a date? Anthony scratched the back of his neck, “We could get ice cream or something or,” he shrugged, “I don’t know.”

You smiled a little, “What are you trying to say, Ramos?” 

He was closer than before, “Uh, I - I like you, Y/N. A lot. More than a lot, and I… I don’t want to just be your tutor or your friend or -” He groaned, reaching for your hand, “Will you go out with me tomorrow? On a date. Please.”

You laughed, “Don’t you have a baseball party to go to or something?”

He shrugged, “I don’t want to party or anything. All I want to do is go out with you,” he raised an eyebrow, “So?”

“I’d like that.”

Anthony’s face lit up, his grin making your heart flutter, “I’ll see you tomorrow then, yeah?”

You nodded again, “Yeah.”

His eyes flickered from yours to your lips, “Cool.”


His mouth was slightly parted before shaking his head, “Okay. Good. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You pushed him slightly out of the glass door, his hand holding yours until he was too far to reach. You shook your head, the on your face brighter than usual. Good God, this boy. What had you gotten yourself into?

The end of the day took forever to come around, but that’s usually how Friday’s were. You were standing at your locker when you heard his ever familiar laugh.

You didn’t look yet, as he was talking to someone else on the baseball team; John, you think his name is.

“Come on, dude. It’s Friday night! Come out with us!” John said. 

You smiled to yourself, pulling your math textbook out of your locker. He wouldn’t go out because he would be hanging out with -

“I can’t, John. I’m taking some girl out,” he said.

“Who?” He laughed.

“Just some girl from my chem class, nothing special.” 

“Alright, dude. See you Monday.” John said, waking away.

You stopped dead cold before slamming your locker shut, turning sharply to face him. You felt your eyes start to burn; nothing special

Anthony’s mouth fell open. How much did you hear? Then he saw your face and he knew. You had heard enough.

“Y/N, I can -” you held your hand up.


“No, really. Please,” he tried again.

“No, you listen. I can’t - God, I can’t believe I let you get in my head like that! I can’t believe I let you tell me I was important and that, God! That you liked me! I can’t - I can’t. I’m done. Just, just stop. Stop talking to me. Stop thinking about me. Just stop.” You turned quickly. He did not deserve to see you cry. It’s not like you were anything special to him.

He opened his mouth but you cut him off again, “No. The final is on Monday. I don’t want you help, or your pity, or you.” You seethed, turning on your heel.

“Y/N -” he shouted, causing you to whip around.

“Did you even mean any of that? All those things you said yesterday, did you even mean them?” He called after you again, but you were already gone, speed walking out of the school.

The next week was clammy, like skating on ice and avoiding slipping past him. You had one last class of the year, and of course it was chemistry. Of course, it was. You had taken your final - correction: passed your final, and you were okay. 

At the end of the day, you wanted nothing more than to go home and relax. School was over, and you didn’t have to focus on electron affinity or pre calc, or Anthony. You were done.

But of course, you were never done, and Ms. Crump held you back. 

“I wanted to congratulate you on your success on the final, and Anthony -” she started, holding back Anthony as well. He offered a half smile, no longer as bright as it used to be. 

“Anthony, I wanted to thank you for being so generous in your time and help. I’m sure Y/N is just as grateful,” she smiled.

“She’s very smart,” he said.

You gave a tight smile and a curt nod, ready to book it. 

“Have a nice summer,” Ms. Crump waved as you walked out. 

You had almost made it down the end of the hallway when you heard him call to you.


You groaned. Was he really still on this? It’s not like you were anything special to him - why was he still pushing this? Was he honestly that desperate that he needed the lame girl who was bad at chemistry to forgive him? 

You sighed, turning to face him, “What?”

“Listen, I’m sorry. What I said -” You started walking again, “Stop!”

You held your hand up, “No, you stop. I told you to stop, right? I passed the final. So this?” You gestured between the two of you, “Whatever this was? It’s over. Thanks for the help, but bye. Have a nice summer, Anthony.”

“That’s the problem!” He bounced on the balls of his feet, “I know you told me to stop thinking about you, I know. But God, I can’t get you out of my mind, okay? I can’t. I’ve tried to forget you and move on but, but you’re everything.” When you didn’t respond, he continued, “Go on, tell me. Tell me you don’t like me too, because if you tell me you don’t like me too then I’ll walk away. I’ll walk away and I won’t bother you anymore.”

You took in a sharp breath. How in hell do you respond to that?

“Please,” he said softly, taking your hand in his.

You shook your head, “I can’t.” Your voice broke at the end, no matter how strong you tried to sound.

“You can’t what?”

“I can’t lie to you,” you breathed out. His eyes lit up at this, “Of course I like you too, dumbass.”

You swore the smile on his face reached the sky, but you weren’t focusing so much on that as you were his lips on yours and his hand on your cheek and oh. He was a good kisser. No, he was a great kisser. You pushed your body flush again his as he walked you a step back against the lockers.

You pushed your hips forward slightly, eliciting a soft sigh out of him. He nipped your bottom lip, making you gasp. Anthony took this advantage to deepen the kiss, his tongue now tasting your own. Oh my God, he was good at this. His hand was running along your sides now, resting at the base of your back. 

After a moment, you heard someone cough slightly. Instantly, you snapped your head back only to slam it into the lockers behind you.

“Ow,” you groaned, your hands leaving his curls to cup the back of your head.

“Oh, shit,” he giggled, reaching up to hold your head as well.

Then you saw her: Ms. Crump, blushing fervently, staring at the two of you pressed against each other, practically eating each other’s faces off.

“I uh, I guess your chemistry improved in more than one way,” she smirked, walking towards the exit. “See you next year.”

You sputtered out a laugh, leaning forward to rest again Anthony’s chest. 

“We do have good chemistry,” he laughed, putting his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close.

“Let’s go get some ice cream.”

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Quadruple bonds

Group 6 dinuclear compounds have been of interest have been of interest for over 40 years due to their formation of metal to metal quadruple bonds, σ2π4δ2 [1], with bond order ranging from 0 to 4. The δ bonds are formed from overlap of the dxy orbitals from each metal forming a bonding and antibonding orbital, where z is the internuclear axis. These orbitals are considerably more diffuse and therefore achieve poorer overlap resulting in an order of bond strength of σ> π> δ.[2]

A pair of d4 transition metals can achieve a bond order of 4[1] by filling the σ, π and δ bonding orbitals with no extra electrons in the anti-bonding orbitals, such as in [Re2Cl4].[2]

This is in contrast to the bond orders found in organic chemistry which ranges from 0 to 3, which is a direct consequence of the number s and p orbitals used in bonding.

 Figure 1.[3] (a) Paddle-wheel structure of a dinuclear compound with 4 bridging ligands, Mo2X4 such as [Mo­2­(O­­2CCH3)4]. (b) Structure of Mo2X8 such as K4[Mo2Cl8].2H2O. © Structure of Mo2X4L4 with D2h symmetry.[4,5]

Quadruple bonded metals then form 4 further bonds to ligands, depending on the nature of the ligands, this creates different structures. [Mo­2­(O­­2CCH3)4] has a quadruple bond, high in electron density, is of particular interest due to its particular, due to its unique paddle-wheel structure, spectroscopic properties and potential to be used as a reducing agent.[6]

Over a thousand Mo-Mo compounds have been reported and structures determined using various analytical techniques such as Raman spectroscopy[7], NMR[8] and X-ray crystallography.[1] The Mo-Mo bond length has been extensively researched. The bond length, and thereby bond strength has been determined by X-ray crystallography for 467 compounds containing a Mo-Mo quadruple bond, of which, 442 were within the range 2.06 Å- 2.07 Å.[1] Aforementioned compound [Mo­2­(O­­2CCH3)4] has a Mo-Mo bond length of 2.09 Å [1] and K4[Mo2Cl8].2H2O has a Mo-Mo bond length. [1] This experiment aims to investigate a series of dinuclear Mo compounds containing quadruple bonds and to characterise using NMR and IR.[4]

One of the uses of NMR is to investigate the arrangement of ligands in structure C, Mo2X4L4such as {Mo2Cl4[(C4H9)3]4}. The cis- and trans- forms are of two different symmetry groups and therefore are expected to have different NMR spectrum.[5]


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Anonymous asked: “hey my handwriting sucks an d i’ve alwyas hated handwritng my notes bc they take forever & a mess. any tips?”

Anonymous asked: “do you ever type your notes? do you think it’s better?”

i’ve gotten a few asks about not handwriting notes, and i wanted to respond publicly saying: yes, i feel you on that handwriting notes take forever and they often look messy and chaotic; personally, i am a much faster typer (my wpm is like 90 or something lol) and i like to be able to go back and add things that i might have missed before, without making it seem all squished up. 

i wanted to show you a sample of my chemistry notes (PLEASE DO NOT TAKE WITHOUT CREDIT), which i often type up instead of handwriting them. as you can see, i incorporated pictures and colors (that corresponds with my chemistry book). one of the main reasons i like typing my chemistry notes is because of the way i format my notes. this format allows me to easily identify the main concepts and details. in addition, if the book references back to a concept, i can add that detail right underneath the concept; whereas in contrast to handwriting notes, i would have to take a sticky note or try to squish the detail into whatever remaining space i have left on the page (again the whole messiness thing). and also i can add pictures, whether they’re from my book or online (this saved me when trying to draw s, p, d, f orbital shapes)

but, like all things, this is all up to you! i still handwrite my math notes and latin notes, but my history and chemistry notes are both typed. these two subjects have more pages of notes. i cut down on the note-taking time by typing it and allow myself more time to study.

hope this was a tiny bit helpful? if you want a more in-depth post, feel free to ask for it. if you have any more questions, send me an ask or a message! 

it occurred to me today that there’s one single time in the trilogy where someone directly refers to a ship as “she”

“Justice of Toren, what little is left of her, you will not acknowledge, but she is a better person than you. Oh, Aatr’s tits I wish she were here!”

Leckie, Ann. Ancillary Mercy (Imperial Radch) (p. 279). Orbit. Kindle Edition.

Okay. It’s 5 AM, I’ve given up all hope of sleep, and instead I’m gonna talk about hypnotism in the latest episode of OHC cuz I know a thing or two about hypnosis and this episode was amazing.

First off let me just start by saying the stage hypnotist they hired for the show was FREAKING HILARIOUS. Like, his voice?? What kind of voice is this for a hypnotist to have? He’s constantly loud and his pitch changes erratically, he’s definitely very self absorbed and doesn’t pay any attention to the subjects, he’s very scientific and formulaic and that just. Isn’t how it’s DONE. (Also small pet peeve of mine, but for some reason it bothered me how he was counting Julian down for the deepener and then he counted DOWN AGAIN to wake him up? Like that can be really confusing when your mind is in that state… bleh whatever)

Anyway, basically this guy was a great example of everything a hypnotist should NOT do. But you know who really stood out as using hypnosis the proper way? And no, I’m actually not talking about Julian.

I’m talking about the Narrator.

Granted, we still don’t know why or HOW
the Narrator occasionally basically blocks Julian out from hearing his voice in favor of “narrating” others, but that’s beside the point. The point is that the Narrator was applying himself to John Cameron’s thoughts in this scene, from the INSTANT he laid eyes on Julian. And from that moment, he starts guiding them in a very subtle but very professional way.

His voice changes in mood and tone but there’s a gradual progression of it, going from confusion and curiosity to comfort and relaxation, getting deeper and deeper in pitch. This was just masterfully done: when you’re hypnotizing someone you basically want to guide their thoughts, their emotions, to get them to that relaxed state, and John could hear (even if not consciously, then subconsciously) what he was supposed to be feeling in the Narrator’s voice. And in it you can just hear this underlying… slyness, almost, like he knows full well what he’s doing and he’s enjoying it, he’s enjoying using Julian’s waving arm as a focal point for his little trick…

Also the way his words sort of twist and play into each other so you can’t really tell where one sentence ends and another begins, and then gradually, the spacing gets slower, and slower, untill, finally…

And then of course as soon as the game is up he becomes Julian’s thoughts once again, and shares in his shock like “Oh my WORD, how EVER could this have happened?”

TL;DR: Julian definitely has magic in him, but I think we’re underestimating the Narrator’s role here. He may be “imaginary” but I believe that Julian’s magic has manifested him somehow. Or! Maybe he’s actually a personification OF that magic, and is there to help Julian along with it, whether he knows it or not.

What's Your Deity Name?


First Letter of Your Clan Leader’s Name:

A - Ash
B - Bionic
C - Creation
D - Dapper
E - Energy
F - Feast
G - Ghost
H - Hell
I - Invisible
J - Justice
K - Kale
L - Love
M - Mist
N - Nomadic
O - Orbit
P - Puzzle
Q - Quirky
R - Razor
S - Salty
T - Treats
U - Unifier
V - Violent
W - Word
X - Xylitol
Y - Yarn
Z - Zombie

The Breed of the 5th Dragon in Your Lair:
Bogsneak - Breaker
Coatl - Wanderer
Fae - Guardian
Guardian - Lord
Imperial - God/Godess
Mirror - Maker
Nocturne - Watcher
Pearlcatcher - Bringer
Ridgeback - Holder
Skydancer - Keeper
Snapper - Caller
Spiral - Magician
Tundra - Binder
Wildclaw - Recorder

Combine the two and post! Most of the combination make sense, but post what you think your name would have you be doing?