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I’m so happy with all the love my Silly little guy got 💛. He got so much love that he has now found a special companion to be extra silly with.
I love this silly little guy
The shape of a fish's caudal tail can tell you a lot about how fast the fish moves! A rounded tail is the slowest and a lunate tail is the fastest! The lunate tail has the most optimal ratio of high thrust and low draw, making it the fastest.
Ichthyology Notes 2/?
i hate when my ice jingles around in my glass when its melting, like what ghost is trying to drink my cranberry juice
𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄 ✩ 𝐝𝐜𝐬𝐭
. ݁⋆. ݁⋆. ݁ ᯓ★ 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝑤𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑔 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝𝑠 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑟, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑝𝑢𝑠ℎ 𝑢𝑝 𝑑𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠
ᯓ★ 𝑜𝑟
. ݁⋆. ݁⋆. ݁ ᯓ★ 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑑
━━ ☾ 𖤓 ⚘ ✩ 「♪」 ✩ ⚘ 𖤓 ☽ ━━
♪ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝑶𝑭𝑭𝑰𝑪𝑰𝑨𝑳 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ♪
𝟷 ✩ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭
𝟸 ✩ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝗼𝐰
𝟹 ✩ 𝗼𝐡 𝗺𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬!
𝟺 ✩ 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝗼𝐧𝐞
𝟻 ✩ 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡
𝟼 ✩ 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐈
𝟽 ✩ 𝐜𝗼𝐝𝐞: 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐞
━━ ☾ 𖤓 ⚘ ✩ 「♪」 ✩ ⚘ 𖤓 ☽ ━━
𝑖'𝑚 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑓𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑟, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑤 ꨄ
𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑦 𝐹𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑠_𝑎𝑛𝑑_𝐹𝑎𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑝𝑎𝑑
𝟷 ✩ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭
cw: mentions of underage drinking • very brief mentions of throwing up/dealing with hangover • senku not getting paid enough for this stuff </3
third person pov • june 3rd 2019 • 12:48 pm
SUN SHONE through the glass door and the sheer green curtains covering it. Light bathed the tidied living room in a soft afternoon glow, easy enough on the eyes to sleep comfortably.
Not that Isabella really needed help with that, she was a heavy sleeper.
On the couch is where her physically exhausted body lay, unconscious to the world around her. She'd had a long night the previous day, what with her concert and the after-party following it.
The show went off without any problems, which was always appreciated by the young performer. The after-party, however.. was a slightly different story. It was also an additional reason the prima donna was so knocked out.
Keys jangled in the front door, before unlocking and allowing it to be opened. Immediately after, a younger boy let himself in, spotting the superstar spilled all over his sofa.
He sighed and shook his head. Sometimes, she was ten billion percent annoying. Luckily for her, she wasn't totally a dumb blonde, like some in the world painted her out to be. He still called her that to tease her, of course.
But really, the sixteen-year-old had simply made a few choices her older sister wouldn't approve of.
Tearing his wired red eyes away from the softly snoring girl, he moved to the kitchen and quickly concocted something he'd researched about last night.
Because if there was one thing to know about Senku Ishigami, it's his abundant knowledge. He'd always put it to use one way or another.
Though, he would roll his eyes if anyone fawned over the fact he knew his roommate would have a raging hangover today.
Given his front row seat of last night's antics, it was the most obvious thing in the world.
So to that end, he finished the rather gross elixir and waltzed over to the couch. The young scientist analyzed her passed out self, almost chuckling at the fact that Bella still resided in her sparkly concert attire from yesterday.
Senku vividly remembered how the doorknob rattled at around one in the morning. He'd been working on this mind boggling phenomenon with petrified birds, until a fidgeting noise broke him from his thoughts.
He curiously looked outside of his room, before heading to the front entrance and looking through the peephole.
And there she was—Isabella Weinberg: America's little darling, back against the second floor railing, laughing to herself.
"Never a dull moment with you, huh?" he murmured to himself while opening the door.
Immediately, this made her smile widely at him from the ground where she sat.
"Hey! Y'got the door open!" she cheered in a tone too loud for the hour it was.
Senku snickered and knelt in front of her, easily smelling the alcohol, but asking anyways, "Are you drunk, Dawn?"
Dawn: a nickname that's a play on her middle name.
Another giggle bubbled from her glossed up lips as she shook her head childishly. "Noo, Lilly and I agreed I wouldn't drink until—" hiccup, "I'm twenty!"
Senku, for good reason, didn't believe her. This moved him to eye the dolled-up (and slightly disheveled) girl from head to toe. That's when his observant irises caught the lavender colored paper sticking out of her purse.
He grabbed it and she gasped, not aware it was even planted on her. "Woah Senku! Did you just do a magic trick..?! I didn't know you knew magic..?"
He ignored her for a moment while reading the letter.
'Hello bella's friend~ this is from bella's other friend. She said you'd take care of her so I dropped her off here. Apparently she didn't realize her drinks had alcohol in them until she was already a smidge tipsy, oopsie! Anywhooo, you two have fun!'
Senku rolled his eyes after finishing the note, pushing Bel's warm forehead back with his palm as she tried to glance at the words.
And then his gaze caught the additional message at the bottom.
'P.S. she's quite the affectionate drunk, so keep yourself safe~ ꨄ'
As if on cue, she sighed and wrapped both her arms around the younger boy's neck, bringing him into a too-close-for-comfort hug.
"Senkuuu, you're so cool," Bella gushed, burying her face into his neck. "I mean—you're totally a huge nerd and it's super funny. But like, you're also just so cool."
With another small gasp—sounding as if she was Columbus discovering America—the smaller girl pulled back. Not fully though, as she put her hands on his shoulders to keep them nearly nose to nose.
"And cute!"
He was understanding, but that made him scrunch up his face more than the hug did.
"Oh, but um, Rocket Man…" She lowered her voice into a loud whisper now, cupping her lips with one hand. "When you open your mouth it makes you a liiittle scary to some people because you have like—no filter."
He blinked, face deadpan while looking at the Texas born star.
"Right, I'm the one with no filter," he sighed softly as he fought off a smile.
Another thing about Senku Ishigami: he was never good at fighting. Not without a weapon of science at his hands.
And seeing as the only thing in arms reach was the girl that'd been living with him for a few days, he rolled his eyes, smirk tugging in the corner as he pulled her to her feet.
"Come on, idiot," he snickered in that evil way he always did. "You're going to be so embarrassed tomorrow."
Senku walked the younger Weinberg sister inside with her arm over his gangly shoulder. But after a second, he realized he wasn't breaking a sweat, making his analytical mind act up when he side-eyed her.
"Jeez Bell, what diet does your manager have you on now? You weigh like two kilograms."
"Okay. So. I'm American, right? And I think I may be drunk, so," she slurred her words right before she tripped in her glittery platforms, tumbling to the ground.
Senku had tried to catch her, but she slipped through his fingers in an instant.
Groaning and laying her head back on the Ishigami's floor, Bella slung an arm over her closed eyes.
"M'too tired to use the metric thingy.. just speak American to me please," she mumbled in a slight whine.
"You mean English?"
"English? I'm not British, Gami..? But I do like their accents—oh! And their TV shows."
Senku's expression once again went deadpan as he stared dumbfounded at the girl who was literally bleeding from a cut on her lip—thanks to the fall—and yet was rattling off her favorite British series.
Doctor Who and Downton Abbey, apparently.
A heavy sigh left the unique-haired boy as he pulled out his phone to research hangover cures in a hurry.
Glancing back to the suddenly snoring starlet, his intuition told him this was just the calm before the storm.
"This is gonna be a long night."
And it was.
Given the fact that she woke up an hour later to puke was bad enough. Thankfully Senku put a bucket by the couch he'd managed to drag her onto. But then, when Bella was slightly more alert, she made him help her remove her smudged makeup.
It had to be done before it 'ruined her skin forever' as she put it, begging for his help. Only threatening Senku with smothering him in affection kicked the unorthodox boy into high gear as he wiped her makeup off.
After that, like the mouse who was given a cookie, she also asked him to get her tooth brush and bring it to her on the couch. She could take an everything shower tomorrow, but that needed to be dealt with ASAP.
He did so, because he's a deceptively decent person, but it wasn't without rolling his eyes and getting onto her. Namely for being irresponsible and not asking what the after-party's drinks were made of before consuming them.
Then finally, with some mildly embarrassing declarations of platonic love for the scientist, she passed out again.
Until now.
It was half past noon and time for a rude awakening.
Senku gently put the dark and lethal-looking drink on the coffee table, followed by picking up the two small saucepans next to the glass.
He smirked and shrugged a shoulder up to make sure his necessary earplugs were firmly in place, when finally—
CLANK! CLANK! CLANK! CLANK!
A sharp gasp came from Bella, who instantly shot awake in shock at the eardrum-slaughtering noises.
The sudden movement caused her to fall from the couch entirely, landing on her face for the second time in twenty-four hours.
"What the—where am—?!" she stopped.
Upon pushing herself onto her knees and recognizing the familiar floor (along with the cackling laughs of a mad scientist) Bell's expression darkened.
Slowly turning her head to the teenager clutching his stomach from the fit of laughter, Bella looked deadly as the boy's beloved hydrofluoric acid.
"Senku Ishigami—I swear on my mother's grave, once I get my hearing back I'll be fixin' to ring your little neck!"
Wiping a tear from his scarlet eyes, the fifteen-year-old in question yanked the insidious mystery drink from the coffee table and shoved it in her face.
"Yeah yeah, you say that, but if you kill me now then who'll drag your sorry self to space in a few years, eh?"
Furrowed brows accompanied a suspicious look on Bella's face.
"Is that poison..? 'Cus it sure-fire looks like poison."
Senku rolled his eyes at her southern toned doubts.
"Yes, I'm going to poison one of the few people who go to science exhibits with me and understand over half of what's going on. That sounds like such a logical and beneficial idea!"
His sarcasm and fake smile were definitely off the charts with that one.
"No, you dumb blonde," he dropped the act, flicking her now normal temperature forehead. "It's a mixture of things that'll ten billion percent eliminate the hangover that I know you have."
Senku then swiped two pills off the table and put them in her hand. He finally rested his hands on his hips, a confidence she'd grown used to radiating from him.
"Pair that drink with four-hundred milligrams of ibuprofen and you'll be sure to send that hangover straight to hell," he assured darkly, making Bella look down at her open palm.
Scoffing lightly, the olivine-eyed girl glanced back up at him through her untamed bangs.
"Y'couldn't have done this without the pans, huh?" Bell chuckled, momentarily ignoring the debilitating pain in her head. "You just had to be somewhat annoying because heaven forbid you—"
"Hi, yeah, that's cool—can you chug the drink already? I mean I know you can, given your state last night," Senku cut in, snickering at his own dig.
Continuing with a pinky in his ear, he sardonically sucked in air through his teeth. "But I'm kindaaa on a time crunch here, gotta be back at school in ten minutes. Not all of us are high-school drop outs, y'know?"
"Hey! I got my G.E.D. thank you very much," the world traveler defended her early leave from formal education.
She's still very studious of course, and Senku knows that. He really likes that about her, and in fact, she was studying medical science the day they met, a little over a year ago.
But that's not going to stop him from taking jabs at her any chance he gets, no way! Where's the fun in that?
Sniffing the greenish-brown liquid, Bella had to hold back a gag as she eyed the expectant Senku.
"Do I even want to know what's in here?"
He thought about her question for a moment, holding his chin in a fake ponderous air.
"Probably not," he concluded with a shrug, before grinning mischievously and joining Bella on the floor. "But I'll tell you anyways!"
Sitting criss-crossed in front of her, Senku leaned forward to the girl who wasn't prepared for a passionate nerd spiel this soon after waking up.
"The drink is a mix of coconut water for electrolytes, spinach for magnesium, ginger for nausea relief, banana for potassium, lemon juice for detox," he rattled off, raising each finger with every new ingredient.
"Then I added honey for energy, apple cider vinegar for digestion, parsley as a diuretic, and yogurt for probiotics. It's basically a scientifically balanced hangover cure!"
He was clearly proud of his creation—disgusting as the drink sounded—so Bella could only give a resigned sigh.
As she looked back down at what might be waste product from a witch's cauldron, the southern belle shivered. "I think you forgot to add the part where you sprinkled in eye of newt, Sen."
"Oh come on, just pretend it's Dom Pérignon—which is what I'm assuming is your new favorite drink, yeah?"
He smirked as she gave him a pointed look that didn't hold any real anger.
"You're never letting me live last night down, are you?"
"You called me cute, dude," he emphasized, laughing while crossing his arms, leaning further forward with a smirk. "So no—not even if Hell froze over."
"I was afraid’a that.."
Sighing melodramatically, the folk-pop sensation took a brave and hesitant sip of it, nearly throwing up (again) after the first two drops of it breached her esophagus.
Luckily for both parties, she kept it down and was able to down the whole glass in one go.
Placing the cup on the table, Bella wiped her mouth with a scrunched up face at the disgusting drink.
"If that doesn't work I'm so sabotaging your next science project."
Senku snorted out a laugh as he rose to his feet. "Trust me, will you? By the time I get home from school you'll be good as new."
As he made his way to the front door, Isabella didn't even need to see his face to tell what expression came over him. No, his next words and tone painted the picture clearly.
"And then, we'll be pulling an all nighter to figure out why one of those petrified swallows have higher brain activity levels than the others."
He turned around after his shoes were put on, flashing one last devious grin to his roommate.
"This'll be exhilarating, you off-brand Rapunzel—get excited!"
The door shut, and a dark blonde eyebrow raised from the nickname, but for only about two seconds.
A short snicker followed, and Bella rolled her pale green eyes.
"Well ain't that rich coming from a vegetable cosplayer," she breathed out, humor lingering in the expelled carbon dioxide.
It was then, after the Scientist left, that the Star decided to scrape herself off the surprisingly comfortable floor.
As Bells pushed herself up, she decided if she'd passed out here in a drunken haze, that her neck wouldn't have been in much pain.
Although— "Son of a one-legged armadillo! What did I do to my knees?!"
They both had one big square bandage over them. 'Oh,' she thought, looking down at the flooring. 'Didn't I fall on my face last night?'
"Asinine carpet burn.." Bell pouted, sitting on the couch and examining her covered kneecaps. It looked like Senku must've doctored them up.
A knowing grin crept onto her lips for a moment, thinking how he may call her less than flattering nicknames, but at least he shows that he still cares by—
"Wait a second," Bella's brows furrowed as she stood up to look in the mirror hanging above the couch.
Two sage irises widened, seeing a small butterfly style bandage on her busted lip from the night prior.
"Huh, he touched my lips while I was passed out?" she thought aloud, staring at the material before chuckling slightly.
"Eh," the teenager shrugged, unbothered as she plopped back on the couch.
'He's Senku, that nerd's probably never been kissed and couldn't be happier about it. He definitely didn't do anything while I was unconscious.'
Bella then evilly chuckled to herself, rolling over onto the sofa for nap part two. 'And if I find out he did do something, I'll show him exactly what we do to smarmy weasels in Texas.'
Oh, and by the way, if there's one thing to know about Isabella Weinberg?
She goes by Bella, and her middle name is Donna.
So, when necessary, she can be just as pretty and all the more poisonous than deadly nightshade itself.
But we'll digress for now; more on Ms. Belladonna later.
12:59 pm • june 3rd 2019 • to be continued
. ☾ 。.・✩・. 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑬・✩・゜・☽ .
hello and welcome! my name's logan, nice to meetcha <3
this is my first time writing for dr stone since 2021, and with season 4 in progress, i have to admit the hyper fixation is back and defffinitely stronger than before, so buckle up!
i have sooo much planned, (already evil giggling) i really am exhilarated AND excited
anywho, hopefully this first chapter was fun and this book will be something y'all will enjoy ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡
lastly, here is the story's pinterest board and spotify playlist for anyone interested
alrighty that's all i got for everyone today, stay safe, stay street, and i'll catch you later! ☆〜（ゝ。∂）
♪ 2902 words, end of chapter ♪
Fun fact! Not everyone has this!
Only about 1/4 of us have this problem, and it has to do with going from a relatively dark area to an extremely bright area.
We don't know why we do this, but we think it's because our eyes freak out and our brain thinks it's due to a physical irritant.
Have fun with that
ALT
Ohoho, I am a Big Fan of this!
Source: x
The sequel ‘Skull Measuring for beginners’ is scheduled for 2025.
Sewing Machines & Planned Obsolescence
I've got these two sewing machines, made about 100 years apart. An old treadle machine from around 1920-1930, that I pulled out of the trash on a rainy day, and a new Brother sewing machine from around 2020.
I've always known planned obsolescence was a thing, but I never knew just how insidious it was till I started looking at these two side by side.
I wasn't feeling hopeful at first that I'd actually be able to fix the old one, I found it in the trash at 2 am in a thunderstorm. It was rusty, dusty, soggy, squeaky, missing parts, and 100 years old.
How do you even find specialized parts 100 years later? Well, easily, it turns out. The manufacturers at the time didn't just make parts backwards compatible to be consistent across the years, but also interchangeable across brands! Imagine that today, being able to grab a part from an old iPhone to fix your Android.
Anyway, 6 months into having them both, I can confidently say that my busted up trash machine is far better than my new one, or any consumer-grade sewing machine on the market.
Old Machine Guts
The old machine? Can sew through a pile of leather thicker than my fingers like it's nothing. (it's actually terrifying and I treat it like a power tool - I'll never sew drunk on that thing because I'm genuinely afraid it'd sew through a finger!) At high speeds, it's well balanced and doesn't shake. The parts are all metal, attached by standard flathead screws, designed to be simple and strong, and easily reachable behind large access doors. The tools I need to work on it? A screwdriver and oil. Lost my screwdriver? That's OK, a knife works too.
New Machine Guts
The new machine's skipping stitches now that the plastic parts are starting to wear out. It's always throwing software errors, and it damn near shakes itself apart at top speed. Look at it's innards - I could barely fit a boriscope camera that's about as thick as spaghetti in there let alone my fingers. Very little is attached with standard screws.
And it's infuriating. I'm an engineer - there's no damn reason to make high-wear parts out of plastic. Or put them in places they can't be reached to replace. There's no reason to make your mechanism so unbalanced it's reaching the point of failure before reaching it's own design speed. (Oh yeah there is, it's corporate greed)
100 years, and your standard home sewing machine has gone from a beast of a machine that can be pulled out of the literal waterlogged trash and repaired - to a machine that eats itself if you sew anything but delicate fast-fashion fabrics that are also designed to fall apart in a few years.
Looking for something modern built to the standard that was set 100 years ago? I'd be looking at industrial machines that are going for thousands of dollars... Used on craigslist. I don't even want to know what they'd cost new.
We have the technology and knowledge to manufacture "old" sewing machines still. Hell, even better, sewing machines with the mechanical design quality of the old ones, but with more modern features. It would be so easy - at a technical level to start building things well again. Hell, it's easier to fabricate something sturdy than engineer something to fail at just the right time. (I have half a mind to see if any of my meche friends with machine shops want to help me fabricate an actually good modern machine lol)
We need to push for right-to-repair laws, and legislation against planned obsolescence. Because it's honestly shocking how corporate greed has downright sabotaged good design. They're selling us utter shit, and expecting us to come back for more every financial quarter? I'm over it.
Technically speaking humans and avocados have a symbiotic relationship
Zapraszam do udziału w moim badaniu nt przyjaźni między dorosłymi autystami!
Dzień dobry, nazywam się Emil Gałaman i jestem studentem Psychologii na Uniwersytecie Łódzkim.
Jeśli jest Panx dorosłą osobą autystyczną i ma Panx znajomych lub przyjaciół w spektrum autyzmu, serdecznie zapraszam do udziału w badaniu, które przeprowadzam w ramach mojej pracy magisterskiej, pod kierunkiem dr Eleonory Bielawskiej-Batorowicz. Badanie ma na celu poszerzenie wiedzy o przyjaźniach między dorosłymi autystami i będzie polegało na rozmowie, podczas której zadam różne pytania dotyczące Państwa przyjaźni z innymi osobami autystycznymi. Pomysł na to badanie wziął się z osobistego doświadczenia, ponieważ sam jestem autystyczny i znam wielu innych autystów. O doświadczeniach tej grupy mówi się od niedawna, a badań na ten konkretny temat właściwie nie ma, więc biorąc udział w moim badaniu mogą Państwo przyczynić się do lepszego poznania doświadczeń autystów z ich własnej perspektywy.
Zachęcam do zapisywania się na rozmowę w trybie stacjonarnym w Instytucie Psychologii Uniwersytetu Łódzkiego przy al. Rodziny Scheiblerów 2 lub w innej uzgodnionej lokalizacji na terenie Łodzi. Możliwe jest także przeprowadzenie rozmowy online przez platformy Skype, Discord lub Signal, zależnie od możliwości logistycznych i osobistego komfortu. W sprawie badania proszę pisać na adres mailowy emil.galaman@protonmail.com, dodać mnie na Discordzie (nazwa użytkownika neurohound), Skype (identyfikator live:.cid.b666e59e0114e1ed) lub Signalu (nazwa użytkownika emil_g.37). Wszystkie inne szczegóły są do uzgodnienia.
Oczywiście jeśli samx nie jesteś autystą, ale znasz kogoś, kto może być zainteresowany, to byłbym wdzięczny za podanie informacji dalej. Z góry dzięki!
TMNT in correspondence to elements of earth
So my friend (who's a big nerd) walked in on me fangirling about TMNT and commented on how he didn't really like the series because the character development sucked. Of course I argued back but none of what I was saying was making any sense to him, so finally I attempted to put my insight into a perspective that he would understand.
As I see it the family of turtles (and their rat dad/sensei) are similar to aspects of the earth. Imagine that earth itself is New York City and the sun is the Foot Clan, each member of the family is an unseen force connecting to the earth.
Leo is the magnetic field surrounding the planet and keeping everything in place. He could also be gravity because he keeps the team grounded and in place even when they try to break and or test the boundaries. His family expects him to always do his job and they rely on him to lead them, but sometimes he finally starts to feel the strain of keeping everyone together and considers giving up. However he continues his efforts because that's what he's supposed to do, so he puts his problems aside and does what he needs to do for his family.
Raph is solar flares sent from the sun because some people who aren't familiar with the film think he's going to turn and go rogue (which he kinda does in 2007), but also because his opinion is contradictory to the other family member's. He also clashes with Leo (the magnetic field) who keeps him from causing destruction, and although his take on things are normally considered dangerous or extreme, after passing through his brother's rage his words come out as something beautiful that people treasure if they take the time to appreciate it (in other words it becomes the Aurora Borealis). Plus he tends to remind the team that there's a whole other point of view of which to view things from, constantly giving the team a reality check.
Donnie is the atmosphere, giving people the air they need to breathe easy and also evolving the species according to the environment. He may not always be viewed as a very important piece of the team but he is an essential aspect of their success. His inventions make it possible to get things done and are why they didn't die jumping off a plane. He is prepared for anything and never hesitates to do what he needs to do to help his family.
Mikey is the weather, giving everyone what they need to keep moving. When the team is in a heated argument he's the clouds attempting to cool the mood, when they feel like giving up and quitting he's the e rain giving them the small push to keep moving on and growing. People see him as annoying and assume he's just getting in the way when in reality his 'unnecessary humor' is just him trying to lighten the mood and cheer everyone up as well as cheering them on.
Then Splinter is the core of the earth, keeping the planet, and it's elements, under his good influence and keeping everything running smoothly.
All in all I think I did a pretty good job, although my friend is now concerned with how much time I'm spending on anything related to the fandom. 😂
Nature is designed in a smart way so as to not destroy itself right? This means there are certain limitations to what we can do, for example
Assuming we live in a world where time travel is possible:
The Grandfather paradox (or something alike) will be created no matter how careful we are if we were to be able to time travel. But since physics is a well functioning logical model, there must be a system or mechanism to ensure otherwise.
For example, like in Avengers Endgame it’s stated that you can’t change the present or future by changing the past because the past becomes the present you’s future. This means that the grandfather paradox is not possible (basically the entire last season of the umbrella academy 😌).
So it must mean that every time we travel into the past, and change something, a new timeline or new universe with a slightly different detail is created, which must be the reason the series “Loki” had so many time-lines?
My first illustration-100 project! The assignment was to do a black and white editorial piece and I did mine on “How wielding lamps and torches shed a new light on Stone Age cave art” published by Science News
I remember xtale chara and frisk not having a mom I know there creator didn’t give them a mom but I kinda wanted to cause I’m bored right now so here is xtale Catrina the dead wife of gaster and mother of chara and frisk died when they were three died of an explosion in the lab was a scientist like gaster though there might be more to her death it was written off as an accident but for some it felt more like a murder and the main suspect is her husband because she felt like he might try to bring harm to the kids with his experiments like he tried before so she decided to go on a “trip” with the kids away from gaster but somehow died the day before the weird thing that also points fingers at him is her body was never found and the case was left cold until chara and frisk got curious about the closed off part of gaster lab and found their mother’s dead body
Like this but without the robot parts and it freaked them out and decided to never tell anyone or ever talk about it
Have you other theories ?
How I see vampire physiology :
- Temperature :
It seems stupid to have vampires as cold as ice, because to maintain a frozen temperature, they would need a biological system dedicated to this only goal. And why ? Venom conservation ? If venom if active on human body it needs a human temperature for that so ... no need to be cold.
I think that vampire are cold because they are dead. So like every non-alive item they are as warm as the room they are in. That's why they can hold snow without melting it. But if you put them under a blanket whith someone human or in a hot tub they will have a rise of temperature.
- Skin as hard as stone :
I think their blood circulation is replaced by venom so if tissues are inpregnated by venom they will be slightly modified. So their skin is not hard as stone but it could be indestructible. If venom molecules form a mail/mesh inside the skin, it could still be moved by touch or follow movements but couldn't be pierced or tore apart. And it's that venom's mail that sparkle in the sun .One could pinch Alice's cheeks but wouldn't be able to stab her even whith a sharp knife. Like the sand on the beach, you can push slowly your arm under the sand but if you stab it with your finger you will risk a visit to the hospital.
- Why drinking blood ?
If they have a need to drink it then blood have an utility within their organisms, I think venom replace blood in their blood circulation and that's why their heart doesn’t beat but the other circulatory system still function but slightly differently. Their eyes are still humid to facilitate the movements BUT they don't have tears (it exist only to protect the eyes and theirs aren't as vulnerable as human eyes) inside are still wet too to maintain the possibility of movements (if your organs weren't humid, your abdomen would be impossible to move). Ears and eyes have their liquid replace by venom and that could explain the amelioration of senses.
For that I think blood is necessary to bring essential elements : water for the organism different systems and molecules like hemoglobin, needed to synthetize venom.
- The golden eye color for vegetarian vampire :
Science cannot explain this, Smeyer wanted a physical difference between "good" and "bad" vampires. But it brings a good aesthetic so ... let's keep it 😁
Tell me what do you think !
How I see vampire physiology :
- Temperature :
It seems stupid to have vampires as cold as ice, because to maintain a frozen temperature, they would need a biological system dedicated to this only goal. And why ? Venom conservation ? If venom if active on human body it needs a human temperature for that so ... no need to be cold.
I think that vampire are cold because they are dead. So like every non-alive item they are as warm as the room they are in. That's why they can hold snow without melting it. But if you put them under a blanket whith someone human or in a hot tub they will have a rise of temperature.
- Skin as hard as stone :
I think their blood circulation is replaced by venom so if tissues are inpregnated by venom they will be slightly modified. So their skin is not hard as stone but it could be indestructible. If venom molecules form a mail/mesh inside the skin, it could still be moved by touch or follow movements but couldn't be pierced or tore apart. And it's that venom's mail that sparkle in the sun .One could pinch Alice's cheeks but wouldn't be able to stab her even whith a sharp knife. Like the sand on the beach, you can push slowly your arm under the sand but if you stab it with your finger you will risk a visit to the hospital.
- Why drinking blood ?
If they have a need to drink it then blood have an utility within their organisms, I think venom replace blood in their blood circulation and that's why their heart doesn’t beat but the other circulatory system still function but slightly differently. Their eyes are still humid to facilitate the movements BUT they don't have tears (it exist only to protect the eyes and theirs aren't as vulnerable as human eyes) inside are still wet too to maintain the possibility of movements (if your organs weren't humid, your abdomen would be impossible to move). Ears and eyes have their liquid replace by venom and that could explain the amelioration of senses.
For that I think blood is necessary to bring essential elements : water for the organism different systems and molecules like hemoglobin, needed to synthetize venom.
- The golden eye color for vegetarian vampire :
Science cannot explain this, Smeyer wanted a physical difference between "good" and "bad" vampires. But it brings a good aesthetic so ... let's keep it 😁
Tell me what do you think !
Pros of seeing yourself as a hive mind of all your trillions of cells: good reason to refer to yourself as "we" and "us" (very cool)
Cons of seeing yourself as a hive mind of all your trillions of cells: feel guilty whenever you remember how many thousands of cells you lose every second (very sad)
If your favorite number is 8 through 14, you're basic. If your favorite color is any shade of teal, blue, or purple, you're basic. Don't be basic.
Science and omegaverse
having to explain the omegaverse to a friend because you giggled in science class when the letter omega came on has to be my canon event
Wtf? That's ridiculous! I swear people can't get it through their head that everyone is unique, and that carries over into how they consume media and interact with fiction.
Like, okay, technically, I'm pan, but im so very saphic leaning that i prefer to say I'm a lesbian. But u've seen how I drool over male mortarion and other male characters.
IRL, I feel really uncomfortable around men(childhood trauma) and am absolutely repulsed by almost every guy I meet for romantic/sexual encounters (It takes a very specific IRL guy to gain my attention)
But all this to say, I love ur interpretations of ships and relationship dynamics because you have that separate aroace lens you use. It gives me a new perspective to consider, and I love it!! ❤️
Lowkey feel like shit for not being a multishipper and enjoying multiple ships with the same character like a normal person. Got accused for "discriminating" against poly people and having misogynistic/racist/too religious views on sex and romance. Idk anymorrre
✨molecular naturecore.✨
Scan of 1 cubic millimeter of the human brain
Full scan of 1 cubic millimeter of brain tissue that took 1.4 petabytes of data, equivalent to 14,000 4K movies.
Devildom Hot Springs and Overanalyzing their Atmospheric Pressure
I remember this one post that I saw a while ago talking about how the hot springs in the devildom and their ridiculous temperatures so I decided to actually go and overanalyze it.
So in one of the chats Asmodeus says that the hot spring in the Devildom is a balmy 400 Fahrenheit (or around 200 degrees Celsius), which sounds like bullshit because water boils at 100 degrees C or 212 F.
But water boils at higher temperatures at higher atmospheric pressure. According to The Engineering Toolbox, water would boil at around 400 F at 17 bara which is around 16.8 atmospheres.
But hot springs are not at boiling temperature, and Asmo describes the water as 'balmy.' The standard Japanese hot spring is around 40 Celsius, meaning that 400F should be less than halfway to boiling (especially since it's 'balmy'). However that would mean that the pressure is above 220 bar or above 217 atmosphere since water boils at around 373 C in those conditions.
The NCBI provides a hypothetical limit for the amount of pressure humans can withstand based on how far a human can dive (article here) and it's around 100 atmospheres (which honestly what the fuck humanity). But that is still below what we think the pressure in the devildom is and I don't think it is advisable to stay for long in those conditions.
What the fuck is the MC made of for them to be able to withstand this.
(Also was going to talk about Solomon too since he's also human but that guy is immortal I'm not putting things past him by this point)
Effect vs. Affect
I just came up with a fun way to remember when to use effect or affect.
Think about: Affect-ion
You give affection and are thus effected positively.
Affect is the intrusion or the causation and effect is the solution.
The rain affects the garden by watering it. The garden is effected by the rain.
Affect refers to an action that will/is/has interrupted the previous norm. Effect refers to the act of being influenced by something else