Teen Regulus: What's An Orgasm?

im not the one who asked this but oh gods you are so much better than my chem material fr 🙏 need a teacher like you brou

Can you explain aromaticity in organic compounds? It is a fairly huge topic so it's completely understandable if you aren't up to the challenge.

(p.s, I love ur blog <333)

“Not up to the challenge”— I’ve reverse-engineered antibiotics from rocks. Explaining aromaticity is just an appetizer. 😒

Alright. Let’s break it down before I spiral into orbital hybridization graphs and never return:

Aromaticity is a chemical property of certain cyclic (ring-shaped), planar (flat) molecules that results in unusual stabilitydue to the delocalization of π (pi) electrons.

For a molecule to be considered aromatic, it must satisfy Hückel’s Rule:

Be cyclic

Be planar

Have a continuous ring of p-orbitals (i.e., it’s conjugated)

Contain (4n + 2) π electrons (where n is a whole number: 0, 1, 2, etc)

Why does that matter? Because when those π electrons are delocalized—spread evenly over the ring—they stabilize the molecule way more than you'd expect based on normal bonding. That’s why aromatic compounds don’t behave like your average alkenes.

Classic example: Benzene (C₆H₆)

6 carbon atoms in a ring

Each contributes 1 π electron → 6 π electrons

Follows Hückel’s Rule (4n + 2 = 6, n = 1)

Super stable, flat, smells weird

If it had 4 or 8 π electrons instead? Boom: not aromatic. Possibly antiaromatic (less stable), or nonaromatic (no delocalization at all).

So yeah. Aromaticity isn’t about smell, it’s about stability through electron delocalization in a planar ring system.

Chemists spent centuries freaking out over why benzene wouldn’t react like it should. Turns out, electrons were just vibing in a resonance loop the whole time.

Thanks for the blog love, by the way. I’ll keep posting if you keep sending non-stupid questions. 😘

Xeno and Stan: Surprise! We're having a baby!

Gen: What?!

Xeno and Stan: *pull out adoption papers* It's you!

why did you invite me to your wedding by Kevin Atwater but it's wolfstar

imagine Sirius hadn't died, but they never really got past the whole Azkaban thing. I mean, they both thought each other was the traitor in the beginning, and Remus thought Sirius was for over a decade after he went to Azkaban. How do you get over that? How do you regain that trust?

Sirius is heartbroken, of course. He missed over 10 years of Remus' life, he missed every full moon, and Peter and James were gone, meaning he had to do them alone. He sat in a cell while he could've been helping Remus. For years. And then, the first night he sees him again, it's a full moon. Just before his transformation, Remus hugged him, and he probably would have kissed him if there weren't children there. Did you see how close his face was to his? He looked so happy to see him, so maybe they would be able to be together again?

Wrong.

Remus couldn't get over it, but really, can you blame him?

Well Sirius can.

In comes Tonks, Sirius' cousin! Remus is marrying her? He's what?

Of course it makes sense to invite Sirius to the wedding, why wouldn't they? Nymphadora is his cousin after all. But then why wouldn't the invitation come from her? At a regular time? Why did he receive it in the middle of the night from the man he's been in love with since he was young, and who was once in love with him? Why did he, the person who constantly worked to write well, the person who was constantly reading, spell such a simple word as wedding wrong?

Why did he invite him to his wedding?

Experiment 🧪🃏 [1/7]

Senku discovers something new and as a true scientist he goes investigating what this phenomenon he's feeling.

Next page tomorrow~

IM FINE 😭 omg chapter 9 YES oml yesssssssss eeeeeeeeeee I LITERALLY CANT WAIT OK I SCREAMED AT THE END OF CH 8 LIKE DAMN THATS IT 😭😭 I WAS SO HYPED UP FOR CH 9 SINCE THE TIME YOU MENTIONED IT 😃😃😃 (looks like i am having one good thing in this life. wow)

nothing scarier than being a fan of a fic and then becoming mutuals with the author. like hi shakespeare. big fan of your fake dating au

Won't elaborate much

nail - march 3 - black brothers - trans!Regulus - @black-brothers-microfic - word count: 267

“Guess what Mother told me today,” Regulus said flatly, walking into Sirius’s room without permission and slamming the door behind himself.

“Hey, did you know there’s a new invention? S’called knocking. Try it,” Sirius mumbled, not looking over from where he was gazing into the mirror, carefully applying black eyeliner to his waterline.

“Hey, did you know there’s a new invention? It’s called not being a prat. Try it,” Regulus retorted, throwing himself onto Sirius’s bed. “Now, do you want to hear, or not?”

Sirius placed his eyeliner down and turned. “Fine. Go on.”

“She told me I need to start dressing like a girl, because that’s what society expects. That I should get over my little phase. That I should be more like you, because you dress like a boy, just like you’re supposed to,” Regulus said, rolling his eyes and grimacing as he repeated the words.

But Sirius was too busy narrowing his eyes and looking down at himself. As he did so, Regulus grinned, because he knew Sirius was thinking exactly what he was.

“She thinks I meet societal expectations?” he asked bemusedly, waving a hand over his outfit.

“Yes,” Regulus nodded gleefully. "More than me, anyway."

“Me. The son who paints his nails bright blue, wears more eyeliner than the average girl, rocks skinny jeans, and has hair below his shoulders?” Sirius demanded, looking dumbfounded. “While you, who wears normal pants and button downs and shit, are an embarrassment?”

“Yes,” Regulus agreed, smirking. 

“Fuck. I’ve obviously failed. Should I start wearing glitter?” Sirius asked, turning back to his reflection.

“Wouldn’t hurt…” Regulus chuckled.

ive been thinking about this a lot

@sunflowergnome PLEASE drop a notice when you're done 🙏🏼 I am willing to read the shit out of it

Thinking about how Senku and Gen must’ve both basically lived in Chrome’s material hut for a long while since neither were initially let into Ishigami Village. I really wanna know about the sleepover shenanigans that must’ve gone down between these three over the several months they must have bunked together. Ahaha I hope there are fics of this I can find

muscle - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 335

“Shit,” Sirius mumbled, circling his arm as he walked into the dorm room, groaning a bit as pain shot across his shoulder blade and down his back. 

“Alright?” James asked from his desk, staring down at a letter with wide eyes. For a moment, Sirius got distracted, because he swore he recognized the handwriting from somewhere, but as he leaned forward to get a closer look, he was overwhelmed by a sharp jab again.

“I think I pulled a muscle or something,” he murmured, stretching this way and that to try to ease the pain. “Maybe at practice? Dunno, it hurts..”

Remus, who was reading a book on his bed, stood up. “Here, let me…”

Sirius couldn’t think of what to say. Before he could protest, the taller boy was behind him, hands curled lightly over his shoulders, pressing a thumb into just the right spot, making him melt as the pain slowly disappeared. But he couldn’t focus on the feeling, because he was too busy thinking about who was doing this. The fact that it was Remus’s hands kneading over his skin, causing warmth to burst from his muscles, lightly grazing his collarbone, eliciting sparks. 

He felt a blush creep up his face, and before he knew it, his eyes rolled shut, his body relaxing far too much into the other boy’s hold. But neither of them moved.

“Is-is this helping?” Remus murmured from behind him, voice husky and breath warm on his neck.

“Hmm,” Sirius hummed, not trusting himself to speak. He was too nervous to break the spell.

“Yeah. Seems very helpful.”

James’s comment caused both of them to jump apart, and Sirius turned to see Remus as red as he knew he was. 

“Me next, Moony?” James drawled, smirking as he kicked his legs up on his desk. “M’sure you give all your friends massages. Right?”

Both Sirius and Remus just looked away, scratching at their heads and mumbling excuses about needing to run errands on opposite sides of the castle.