being a biologist working in the chemistry building is weird because everyone knows me on sight and will say that they’ve defs seen me around, but no one knows who i am or who i work for, and people in my own lab don’t know i’m not in the chemistry department and get very confused when i talk about things like committee meetings, but on the other hand, none of the biologists not in my direct cohort know i’m a biologist and get confused when i show up to like, department events, so i’m basically just an unknowable science cryptid haunting the hallowed halls of higher learning with my ice bucket
Chemists: We have a standardized and systematic naming convention overseen by an international body. Sure the names can get long and cumbersome but if you have the full IUPAC name you know exactly what the molecule looks like, including it’s spatial and 3D configuration, so ultimately our system is both helpful and informative
All other scientists: lol wouldn’t it be funny if i worked a pun into the name of this thing?
So I decided to gather all the ‘hobby’ dialogue from the Darkest Dungeon files. It seems to be an unused string of camping dialogue, but offers some interesting insight into the characters. I’ve just put them in the order they appear in:
“A little time to reflect on my strategies.”
“Hold this apple on your head. Now stand still.”
“I will practice. Train. A professional adheres to a regimen.”
“Shhh! I am praying!”
“Go away! I am reading my Versebook!”
“No, I’ll not play dice with you! I am studying the Verses!”
“You – idle one! Hold my yarn!”
“Yes, I carve tiny tombstones. Mementos of my exploits.”
“These stab holes will simply not do! Where’s my needle and thread?”
“Bet none of you can throw a knife as well as I. Eh?”
“Wrestle me. I crave an easy victory. (grin)”
“I am learning to read. It is a rare skill among my kind.”
“… with the night for his throne?” Hmm… tricky.“
”… and he always came home?“ … No, no…”
“… like a dog to a bone?” … Still not right!“
"It’s called juggling. You never been to a circus?”
“What do I do for fun? You’re joking, right?”
“I’m practicing my sneering. Pretty good, huh?”
“Here we sit, the calm in the eye of the storm.”
“I must be cautious when stretching my ligaments, lest they tear, of course.”
“Pass this pipe around. The smoke dulls the senses.”
“Why, I am documenting the journey, of course. Care to read?”
“Some quiet, please. I am on the verge of breaking the cypher.”
“Sigh… it is too dark to study my rituals here.”
“Some bark of aspen? Or maybe boiled cerato leaf? Hmm…”
“Hold that wound still. My sketch is nearly done.”
“May I lance that boil? The pus is intriguingly gray!”
“Busy yourself elsewhere. I am praying for your soul.”
“Yes, I shave my legs. What of it?”
“Have you thread? I’ve torn a seam in my temple garments.”
“Leave me to reflect on the day’s battles.”
“How did that one blow slip past my guard..? I must think…”
“I learned to carve during the lulls of the Cyprian campaign.”
“Put this apple on your head and close your eyes.”
“I will stick with you until wanderlust strikes again.”
“Dice? What’s the wager?”
“…and that’s when I learned the hound could sing!”
“Cooking meat robs it of its nutrifying essence.”
“It is certain that anyone in politics has been corrupted in some fashion or another.”
“I only ever had time for my crucible and scrolls.”
“Oh I’ve loved before, but all were forgotten in the laboratory.”
“Care to see my drawings for a mechanical hand?”
“My father can reload a musket as quick as a wink!”
“When we return, I am certain the club will initiate me”
“Whoever smells like that should die of shame and disgrace”
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If you had told Harry Potter, back in his first year of Hogwarts, that he’d be sharing custody of a child with Draco Malfoy, he would have laughed. Loudly. But here he was, fifteen years later, and one of Teddy Lupin’s two legal guardians.
When Harry had accepted Remus’s offer to be Teddy’s godfather, although in the thick of war, he still never considered he’d actually have to raise someone else’s child. Teddy’s grandmother, Andromeda, had taken care of Teddy originally, which Harry was glad of - a 17 year old did not a father make. Still, he made sure to visit often. He knew what it was like to grow up without parents.
Harry wasn’t surprised that Draco visited just as often. Andromeda was his aunt after all, making Teddy his first cousin once removed.
Harry didn’t make a fuss the first time they’d bumped into each other at Andromeda’s, even though the last time they’d seen each other had been at Hogwarts, in the middle of a war, on opposite sides. He trusted Andromeda, and if she, as fiercely protective as she was, trusted Draco around Teddy, that was enough for Harry to do the same. Although, he still watched closely, curious to understand Draco’s behaviour.
Years past and Andromeda grew weary. She had already raised one child, and she was far too old to be chasing after another. As godfather, Harry knew it was his responsibility to take over as Teddy’s guardian, and no longer a teenager, he felt like he was ready. But Draco had insisted that it was he who should become guardian, as a blood relative.
They had argued like they might have back in their Hogwarts days, with taunts and snide jabs, even a few hexes, before Andromeda put a stop to it. “How do either of you expect to raise a child if you still act like children yourselves?” She had yelled at them both, her words striking home as always.
Shared custody was Andromeda’s idea, but they both agreed it would be the best option for Teddy. He had already grown attached to both of them, and they both loved Teddy as if he was their own. On that, they were in agreement, if nothing else.
These days, they saw a lot of each other. Teddy made sure of that. They hadn’t quite reconciled all their differences, but they were civil, even polite to each other. They had to be for Teddy. But there was such a coldness to their interactions sometimes, that Harry wondered if it would be better if they just went at it, like they really wanted to. Said what they were really thinking.
Like that time when Draco dropped Teddy off at Harry’s office in the middle of a work day because he had an appointment, and Harry said, “Of course, no problem Draco. Please take your time,” but what he’d really wanted to say was, “You couldn’t have given me some warning so I could plan my day around this, you inconsiderate prat?”
Or the time Draco had taken Teddy on holiday and returned a day later than expected, and Harry said, “That’s okay, Draco, I’m glad you’re both back. I’m sure Teddy had a great time,” but what he’d really wanted to say was, “I thought you were both dead you selfish jerk, you never thought to owl ahead to let me know?”
Or last week when Draco had to reschedule their agreed custody routine because he had a date on Thursday night and Harry said, “Hope you have a lovely night,” but what he’d really wanted to say was, “I hope your date throws wine in your face and leaves you with the bill.”
It’s not like Teddy didn’t know what was going on. He was a perceptive kid. The whole situation was ridiculous.