#density science experiments

[clumsypuppy]

puppy you are insane for wanting to put ice cubes in your milk!!!!! unacceptable!!!!! it melts and then thins the milk and then it mels some more and then you;re not longer drinking milk it;s just milk flavoured water!!!!!! /lh

i bet you use water to make your hot chocolate (also highly unacceptable) (booooo)

-brainrotbot

i was witness to @crow-cap slapping hot sauce on an orange for "character immersion" purposes so i think i have reason to believe putting ice in milk wouldnt be out of the question /j

[istherewifiinhell]

"Which grimlock could make you cry the most"

Now this is a great question... this is a great question. Theres a lot of great ways i could take to find an answer and i think theyd all be true

[wordpress-blaze-241425893]

Midjourney Video

With the release of video (silent) on Midjourney, I just can't stop trying to generate images to animate! It's exceptionally easy, but some formats work better than others. Tutorial.

https://videopress.com/v/lSu3UXal?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&loop=true&playsinline=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true

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Source: Midjourney Video

[northbirdblog]

Floating Egg Experiment:

Why do some things float in water and other sink? What is density? We did a homeschooling experiment to discover just that!

Experiment directions are included so you can do this with your kids or students, as well as a free PDF template so kids can write out their hypothesis and the results that they discover!

Have fun!

[kabirbajaj]

A Simple Hot and Cold Water Density Science Experiment 

A simple hot and cold water density check is super easy and fun! First, you need two clear glasses, some food colouring, and hot and cold water.

Prepare the glasses: Fill one glass with cold water and the other with hot water. Make sure the water levels are the same in both glasses.

Add food colouring: In the cold water glass, add a drop of blue food colouring. In the hot water glass, add a drop of red food colouring. Watch how the colours behave in the water.

Observe: In the cold water, the blue food coloring will slowly spread out and mix with the water. In hot water, the red food colouring will spread much faster. This happens because hot water has a lower density than cold water, so the molecules move more quickly.

Combine: Carefully pour the cold water with blue food colouring into the hot water glass with red food colouring. You'll see the blue cold water sink to the bottom, and the red hot water will rise to the top. This is because cold water is denser than hot water, making it sink.

This simple experiment shows how temperature affects water density and creates a cool visual effect with the colours. It’s a fun and easy way to learn about science right at home!

[reomikagekin]

Can I request a Xeno x reader? I like to imagine Xeno being all shy and sweet to reader. I just love imagining evil characters that are lowkey psychotic to be so hopelessly in love with their partner/crush, just turning to absolute mush when it comes to them 😍

Like maybe the crush started when Xeno and stanley first met the reader as kids, and it was just love at first sight. So ever since then, Xeno has been trying to impress them with all his cool science facts and gadgets while stanley is giving him advice on how to woo you 🤭

Though stanley had enough of watching Xeno show off like a male bird trying to find a mate that he just pushes Xeno into us

“Xeno likes you”

Then he just runs away from the two hoping Xeno grows some balls to actually confess

Since Xeno is like PALE it just makes me giggle and kick my feet imagining him get all red on his cheeks, especially his forehead 🤭

When Xeno gets kidnapped, we also get kidnapped cuz we were like- right next to him when Tsukasa suddenly popped up from the floor. Just Xeno doing his evil monologue to senku on the boat but once we enter the room he’s just like “what makes you think stanley will give up so easily- oh darling! How wonderful it is to see you! How I love seeing your gorgeous face everyday 🥰”

Just this pic but instead we’re stanley 🤭🤭

Also sorry that this is so long 😔🙏

Elegant, Like You

THEN

It started when you were ten.

The first time you met Xeno, he was already wearing a white coat two sizes too big and spouting facts about bone density like a walking encyclopedia. You were just some curious kid tagging along with Stanley, poking around in the lab, asking what every button did.

Xeno had looked up from his experiment with wide eyes, mouth parted like he’d forgotten how to speak. He didn’t say hello. Instead, he blinked, took one long look at your face, and muttered:

“…Elegant.”

Stanley groaned behind you. “You can’t just call people elegant when you meet them, Xeno. That’s weird.”

“I wasn’t talking to them,” Xeno said faintly. “I meant their skull shape.”

You laughed. Stanley facepalmed. And Xeno fell in love.

From that day on, he was hooked.

He invented things just to show you. Magnets that could pull objects across a room, a telescope made from salvaged lenses, a little robot mouse that could follow a laser pointer. You clapped every time, beaming, saying things like “That’s so cool!” and “You’re a genius, Xeno!”

It short-circuited him every time.

Meanwhile, Stanley became an unwilling witness to what he called “the world’s weirdest mating ritual.”

“You look like a parrot trying to impress a mate with shiny trash,” Stanley muttered once after Xeno spent three days building a machine that played music using vibrating test tubes. “Just ask them out.”

“I can’t,” Xeno had said, deeply offended. “This is science. There’s a process.”

“Yeah, and you’re gonna be eighty before you hit Step Two.”

NOW

By the time you were adults, things hadn’t changed much.

Xeno was taller. Paler, somehow. Even more intense. But still hopelessly awkward around you.

He gave lectures to the others like a dictator giving his final speech, but the moment you entered the room, his tone would shift. Softer. Sweeter. Almost boyish.

You were sitting on a bench one evening, looking at the stars through a scope Xeno had upgraded just for you, when Stanley plopped down next to him with a sigh.

“You’re killing me.”

Xeno didn’t look away from you. “Excuse me?”

“Still doing the whole ‘I’m so smart, notice me’ thing. It’s painful, man. Just tell them.”

Xeno adjusted his gloves. “They’re not… they wouldn’t…”

Stanley groaned. “Oh, for—okay. Fine.”

You looked up when you heard footsteps pounding behind you. Stanley grabbed Xeno by the collar and shoved him forward—right in front of you.

“Xeno likes you,” he said bluntly.

Then turned and sprinted away like the lab was on fire.

Xeno stood there, frozen. His face turned crimson—not just his cheeks, but his whole damn forehead. You could practically see steam rising.

You blinked. “You… what?”

He opened his mouth. Closed it. Then opened it again. “I… I… admire your cognitive flexibility… and your facial symmetry and—oh, god.”

He covered his face with one hand. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

You laughed. “Xeno,” you said gently, “I like you too.”

His hand fell away slowly.

“…You do?”

“I have since you tried to explain quantum mechanics to me using apples.”

“That was a poor analogy.”

“It was adorable.”

He swayed slightly. “This is… this is…”

“Elegant?” you offered with a grin.

His eyes went wide. Then he smiled—a real, boyish, melted smile. The one he always hid behind his intellect.

“Elegant,” he whispered. “Yes.”

LATER

You hadn’t meant to get kidnapped. One minute you were admiring the engines Xeno had repurposed for long-range travel; the next, Tsukasa rose from the damn ground like a horror movie villain and grabbed Xeno.

So naturally, when Tsukasa burst out of the ground like a damn mythological beast, you were right next to Xeno when it happened.

“Wait, what the—” you started.

Then you were both grabbed, tossed over shoulders like sacks of potatoes, and carried off at terrifying speed.

The moment you hit the boat, Xeno snapped back into villain mode. Tied up but furious, he ranted at Senku with the dramatic elegance of a stage actor.

You didn’t even think before lunging after him. One blow to the back of the head, and everything went black.

When you woke up, you were in a dim room on a ship. Tied, but not hurt. And you weren’t alone.

You heard a voice in the next room, lecturing someone. Sharp, arrogant, in control.

“…so you see, Senku, your ragtag band of merry science enthusiasts stands no chance. Stanley will not surrender. He is surgical. Precise. We are not playing with rocks and steam engines. We—”

The door opened. You were pushed inside.

“—oh darling!”

Xeno forgot mid-monologue that he was in the middle of threatening Senku.

You blinked at him. “Hey.”

“Are you hurt? Oh god, did they bind your wrists too tight? You animals!” he snapped at the guards. “Do you not understand the fragility of such elegant bone structure—”

Senku stared, deadpan.

Gen muttered, “Oh, he’s whipped.”

Xeno rushed to you, brushing hair from your face with gloved fingers. “You’re here. You’re really here. Oh, your face—how I’ve missed it.”

You gave him a look. “You saw me literally five minutes before we got kidnapped.”

“Still too long.”

“You were giving a speech about global domination.”

He waved a hand. “That was before you entered the room. Now it’s about making sure you’re warm. Are you cold? I’ll give you my coat.”

Gen raised an eyebrow. “Did we just switch genres mid-plot?”

Senku leaned on the desk. “Xeno, we’re still technically enemies.”

“Sure, sure,” Xeno said absentmindedly, tucking your blanket tighter around your shoulders. “Enemies. But this one,” he said, looking at you like you were a star, “this one is everything.”

You sighed, smiling softly. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re the most radiant thing in this dull world,” he said with a reverent kind of affection, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “Let them take the science. Let them take the war. But you—no one takes you from me.”

The room went quiet.

Even Senku looked mildly uncomfortable.

Stanley, somewhere back on land, was shaking his head.

“At least he finally confessed,” he muttered, sipping his coffee. “Took him long enough.”

[ozmosiis]

vulcan headcanons

saw a post that briefly mentioned vulcan (as a species) biology / history headcanons so im gonna list mine and hope it becomes gospel !!!

warning im a fucking nerd.

Vulcans have increased neural density with a higher degree of parallel processing. This allows them to process multiple streams of thought at once, also allows for more advanced problem solving and emotional compartmentalization ... Cephalopods, like octopuses, do something similar and have complex neural architecture. if it helps... know what im ... getting at.

They have a double circulatory system. To survive the thin atmosphere and intense heat of Vulcan, their circulatory system bifurcated. A primary circulatory system oxygenates vital organs while a secondary circulatory system regulates body temperature and conserves water.

Vulcans have tails. They originally aided with balance, grasping, and maybe even self defense during early evolution. Their tails have the most sensory nerves out of any other part of the body, and serves as an auxiliary point for their touch telepathy. In Vulcans without tails (which is like a 3/4 of the population), they instead have vestigial nerve clusters that strengthens neural sensitivity in their hands and fingertips, which also is a part of why touch is so sacred in their culture.

Early Vulcans were pack predators, and used their telepathic links to hunt more efficently... their tails acted as stabilizers aswell.

Vulcan traditions are actually rooted in pack dominance, when physical contests determined leadership. Touch telepathy provided an advantage by allowing fighters to predict the other guy's intent before they struck.

Some Vulcans, particularly those who struggle with emotional control or embrace emotional experiences (like Sybok) experience phantom sensations where their tail would otherwise be. This manifests as an unconscious need to maintain physical contact with others during heightened emotional states.

Vulcan ears are adapted for radiative cooling, acting like heat exchangers to dissipate thermal energy. The large surface area and high vascularization, allow for excess heat to be expelled efficiently, very similar to the ears of jackrabbits and elephants.

Vulcans have enhanced visual acuity with the ability to see UV light, which allows them to live on the bright landscapes of Vulcan. Their retinas contain a higher density of cone cells attuned to UV and infrared spectrums.

hey guys hope u fucked with that all ... i really, really like eco science and biology. i am such a nerd i know. thats not even it all!!!!!!!!!!! if you want other species headcanons, lmk chat

[mariacallous]

It is often assumed that far-right parties do well in areas with many new immigrants. This is supposedly because housing prices rise, traffic jams get worse, crime and employment can become an issue, and the arrival of newcomers with different habits and religions creates friction with local residents—who then proceed to vote for anti-immigrant parties. The implication of this presumed link between immigration and the rise of the far right is that far-right parties listen better to the frustrations and complaints of “ordinary people” and that other parties have somehow “lost touch with reality.”

But what if this link does not really exist? What if far-right parties aren’t so much listening to the wishes and demands of ordinary citizens in immigrant areas, and then translating them into policy proposals, as they are scaring them and pitting them against newcomers in their neighborhood so they end up voting in their favor?

That is exactly the conclusion of a recent study conducted by four researchers from Bocconi University in Milan and the ETH in Zurich: The Free Movement of People and the Success of Far-Right Parties: Evidence from Switzerland’s Border Liberalization, just published in American Political Science Review. In light of the current hysterical anti-immigration discourse in Europe, it is a compelling read. It provides a convincing explanation for at least part of the political turbulence in France, Romania, the Netherlands, and other countries.

The success of anti-immigration parties, the authors argue, cannot be explained by cultural, economic, or political problems that citizens experience with immigration. Instead, they found it is rather the other way around: It is “political elites” in far-right parties who are responsible for such votes. They decide to focus their election campaigns in areas with immigrants. These campaigns are often hard-hitting and confrontational, using slogans like “full is full” or “stop migration” and cartoons depicting immigrants as black sheep or thieves who do harm and need to be expelled. Instead of citizens complaining of immigrants of their own accord, they are often incited by far-right political entrepreneurs—whereafter they start complaining about immigration and voting for the far right.

The Swiss and Italian researchers studied the correlation between immigration and the success of the far right in an unusual place: the mostly well-off border towns and villages of Ticino, Switzerland’s Italian-language canton. They focused on the period after 2000, when Switzerland and its EU neighbors first opened their borders to enable citizens to live and work freely in each other’s countries. In the period studied, immigration in Ticino rose by 14 percent, and support for the far right increased by 32 percent.

While the link looks strong at first glance, the researchers could not prove it. “We find limited evidence that the standard economic, cultural and security explanations are driving this rising anti-immigrant sentiment,” they write. What their report does show is this: From the moment the borders with France, Germany, Austria, and Italy were opened, Swiss political elites on the far right began campaigning aggressively in those areas, advancing narratives of overcrowding, crime, and “density stress,” meaning increasing pressure on public transportation, housing, parking, health care, and other collective facilities.

The researchers consistently use the term “political elite” in their article to emphasize that the success of the far right is orchestrated from above (top-down), rather than coming from citizens themselves (bottom-up). Far-right politicians often claim they speak on behalf of “the people,” who are fed up with “the elite.” But these politicians, the researchers argue, are themselves part of the elite.

The cultural disruptions caused by immigration in Tricine are minimal. Nearly all immigrants in Tricine come from Italy, oftentimes from just across the border. Most are white, Catholic, and educated. They speak Italian and eat pasta. Culturally and socially, they do not cause much friction.

Economically, too, problems are rare. On the contrary: According to the study, Ticino’s economy has grown since the borders opened for immigrant workers. Employment picked up and salaries rose slightly. Traffic jams did get worse, the researchers observed. But that also happened in parts of Ticino a little further from the border—areas that were used as the control areas in the study—where immigration increased but the support for the far right did not.

The explanation for this, they found, is simple: In these control areas, far-right politicians did not run anti-immigrant campaigns as they did in the areas closer to the border. “Our analysis suggests that political elites target their hostile rhetoric at border regions, and that it resonates more strongly with persuadable voters exposed to immigration.” The voters were “persuadable” because they were in a new situation that they had to adapt to; the far right recognized the potential to give that situation a negative spin by portraying immigrants as troublemakers, freeloaders, or criminals. In the control areas, where voters found themselves in a similar situation, there was no such spin. There, the vote for the far right did not increase.

Politicians in Ticino’s parliament coming from border areas were also found to be more likely to propose anti-immigrant legislation than their colleagues from control areas a little further from the border. Those politicians tabling anti-immigrant legislation mostly came from the far right, and in a few instances also from center-right parties trying to curry favour with voters who were supposedly fed up with immigrants.

This study is important. It confirms findings from internationally renowned political scientists such as Larry Bartels, whose book Democracy Erodes From the Top makes the same point, and Nancy Bermeo, whose study Ordinary People in Extraordinary Times analyzes breakdowns of European and Latin American democracies in the 20th century. Both argue that it is not voters who determine the political direction of a country and, ultimately, the fate of democracy, but the political elites who make calculated decisions to offer voters only certain options.

It would be good if centrist politicians, who all too often ape what their far-right colleagues (or rather rivals) do, finally understood this crucial point. The future of our democracies depends on it.

[inspired-lesson-plans]

This is a very long post. If you do not have the time, then please at least do the quick activity up top. The lesson plan that took me 4 days to write will follow the ⁜ symbol.

HW Due Mon:

Open https://mysolartime.com/ in a new tab and allow the website to track your location.

Open https://www.utctime.net/ in a new tab.

Reblog this post the current UTC time and your local time, using the following format:

21:00 UTC, 4:00 local

4. Vote in the following poll.

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Social Studies, Grade 5, Geography 6.1.5.GeoSV.3: Demonstrate how to use digital geographic tools, maps and globes to measure distances and determine time zones, and locations using latitude and longitude.

Do Now:

Provide students with a paper copy of a population density world map and 2 minutes to fulfill the following instruction:

Draw lines on the map in order to separate the world into 24 time zones. Try not to separate dense population centers into different time zones.

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Class Discussion:

Use the projector to share and discuss the maps of any students who are willing to share. Have fun with this, there are bound to be some good ideas and bad ideas because 5th grade is like that.

Then, project the official world time zone map, and discuss the good ideas and bad ideas present here.

Exemplary discussion points:

The 0-point of the timezone map is the Prime Meridian, which cuts right through England. Why do you think it's in England?

How come some countries like the US and Brazil are cut into multiple time zones, but China isn't?

Why do you think the lines are pretty straight in Europe, Africa, and North and South America, but so confused in Asia and the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans?

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Direct Instruction:

Long ago, nobody really cared about the exact time. All you really needed was sunrise, sunset, and noon, and you could figure those out with your eyes. If you wanted to be fancy, you could put a stick in the ground and trace its shadow over the course of the day to measure out hours.

Perhaps the first recorded complaint of time-keeping technology comes from Rome in 250BCE.

The gods confound the man who first found out how to distinguish hours! Confound him too Who in this place set up a sundial To cut and hack my days so wretchedly Into small portions! When I was a boy, My belly was my sundial: one more sure, Truer, and more exact than any of them. This dial told me when it was time To go to dinner, when I had anything to eat; But nowadays, why even when I have, I can't fall-to unless the sun gives leave. The town's so full of these confounded dials, The greatest part of its inhabitants, Shrunk up with hunger, creep along the streets. [x]

In other words, "Kids these days are always looking at their sundials. Back in my day, there were only three times, Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner. All we needed to tell the time was our stomach!"

Please note this was a satire, so if it sounds funny, you are correct.

But for 18th century British sailors, accurate timekeeping was no laughing matter. These sailors used fancy math (called trigonometry) to calculate their latitude. So long as they knew the angle between the sun and the horizon, and the time when that angle was measured.

Ship's captains would keep logbooks of these measurements. That way, another ship's captain would be able to reference the logbook in order to replicate the journey, much like replicating a science experiment.

Now... think about this... how can you do that unless the next captain is using the same time as you. We take this for granted today, but how can you be sure that two clocks are synchronized?

Scientists in the town of Greenwich, England (pronounced gren`-ich) recorded the solar noon every day of the year and calculated the Greenwich Mean Time. By keeping an accurate and exact time in one exact place, GMT eventually the Coordinated Universal Time (UTC) for everyone in the world. That's why in the time zone map, the 0 runs through one specific part of England.

This is important. For the first time in human history, the clocks in different places were synchronized. Solar noon happens at a different time in London than it does in Greenwich, but if they both use GMT (otherwise known as UTC), then they can coordinate their schedules. This was very important for railroads, where exact, coordinated schedules are very important.

Soon, the entire country of England existed within a single time zone.

When the United States built railroads that spanned vast lateral (East-West) distances, they needed to create different time zones for cities that were far apart from each other, such as New York and Chicago. Thus, the US became the first country with multiple time zones.

As the rest of the world industrialized, they needed to pick their time zones. You can see this on the map. Each time zone is, at least in theory, as wide as 1/24 the circumference of the Earth. It's like the space between the numbers on a clock! Most countries are smaller than this, so they can comfortably fit within a single timezone. Others, like Brazil and Australia, divided their landmasses into two or three time zones.

China did not have widespread industrialization until post-WWII dictatorial communist rule. This was a very uncaring and inconsiderate government, to put it mildly. Suffice it to say that for Chinese farmers in the far west, having to get up 2-3 hours earlier every day would have been the least of their worries.

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Modeled Activity:

Show students how to use this Day and Night world map as a way to visualize the day and night cycle across the world.

Additionally, show them how to use https://mysolartime.com/ to find their current time where they live.

Give students a moment to calculate the difference between their Local Time and the official time in their time zone, and what that means.

(I am currently in Philadelphia, which is 11 minutes East of New York City)

Finally, show students how to use https://www.utctime.net/ to find their exact, current UTC.

Have students calculate the difference in minutes and hours between Local Time and Official Time.

00:41 - 19:30 = -5:11 (Philadelphia is 5 hours and 11 minutes East of Greenwich, England)

Explain that every internet connected device in the world uses a service like this one, then adds or subtracts hours to fit the time zone of your current location.

Higher Order Learning:

Students work in small groups to look up the local time in different major cities around the world, recording their data on a worksheet. As they do, they should discuss the following questions:

Are time zones still relevant in our always-online society?

If you can know your Local Time and the UTC any time you look at your phone, then what purpose do time zones still serve?

How would it feel for schools and businesses to use UTC instead?

How would you feel if your school day went from 4:20-10:50 UTC?

Finally, each student must individually write at least 3 sentences responding to the following question:

Would you advocate for or against your school district dropping references to the time in your time zone and instead referring to UTC and Local Time? Why or why not?

[gliphyartfan]

Do you know Dr. Stone? If so, can I have the Chain with a fem human reader who is like Senku? The reader takes advantage of being in Hyrule to do research on the different species that exist there and does experiments or machines that the Chain doesn't know about and using the Chain as guinea pigs to learn more about the biology of the Hylians.

I am…SOMEWHAT familiar with Dr.Stone? Not enough to be part of the fandom, I just know a vague gist, but a crazy scientist reader shouldn’t be too hard to figure out ! (Has to give the wiki a quick scan tho…😅)

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Let’s face it, Reader is a menace. A lovable menace, sure, but a menace nonetheless. They had too many ideas, too much knowledge, and zero fear of experimenting on the people around them.

The Chain quickly realized that you weren’t JUST curious about Hyrule’s different species, you were curious about EVERYTHING. Every village you passed through was a new research opportunity.

Gorons? Reader poked at their rocky skin, tested their body heat, and theorized why they could survive on a diet of literal rocks. Zoras? Reader studied their scales, their gills, even how their body structure compared to fish. Rito?

They nearly plucked a feather off a passing child before Twilight stopped them.

Reader: ”For SCIENCE, Twi! You don’t understand.”

Twilight: ”Only thing I understand is that you’re about to get your ass kicked by an entire flock of angry Rito parents.”

But the real problem?

The Chain was their easiest test subjects.

Hylian biology wasn’t anything too different from what they already knew, but they still had so many questions.

Why were some Hylians taller than others? Were their ears actually good at hearing? How different was their anatomy from a normal human?

Reader poked, prodded, and took notes on everything. They even tried to draw their anatomy from what they could figure out. (Sky was so red when he saw the diagrams, Legend smacked them over the head, and Hyrule just turned and walked away.)

Reader’s biggest victim? Wild.

Why?

Because he lets them.

Reader “Hey, Wild, can I take a sample of your hair?”

Wild: “Sure, do you need a chunk or just a few strands?”

Wild: “What about a small blood sample? Nothing major, just a few drops.”

Wild: “Eh, why not.”

Twilight stopped them from collecting his spit.

Reader: “IT’S FOR A PH TEST, YOU COUNTRY BUMPKIN.”

Twilight: “WHAT EVEN IS THAT?!? YOU DON’T NEED TO KNOW THE pH OF HIS SPIT, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU.”

Reader took advantage of the fantasy setting to its fullest. Hyrule had magic, unexplainable creatures, literal deities, and they were going to study all of it.

When they realized that the Sheikah Slate had materials and blueprints from an advanced civilization, Wild barely had time to react before they yanked it from his hands. It took a whole week for him to get it back.

Wild: Reader, give me my Slate.

Reader: “I am doing RESEARCH.”

Wild: “IT’S MINE.”

Reader also invented shit.

Without modern resources, they had to get creative. Thwy used the environment, Wild’s cooking materials, and whatever spare parts the Chain had to make weapons, tools, even small gadgets.

The first time they made a small explosive, Time nearly had an aneurysm.

Time: “NO MORE BLOWING THINGS UP.”

Reader: “It’s for DEFENSE, OLD MAN.”

Warriors was their second biggest victim.Why? Because they used him as a guinea pig for their “hybrid energy” experiments.

Reader: “Okay, so technically, Hylian magic is a force field of energy produced from within, right? So, theoretically, if I adjust the angle and density of my conductive rods, I should be able to create an artificial current—”

Warriors, exasperated but curious: “Reader, are you trying to electrocute me?”

Reader: “It’s FOR SCIENCE, CAPTAIN.”

Legend was your biggest hater.

A few things the vet has said to them:

“Oh, great, what’s the lunatic trying to build now?”

“Reader, if you explode something again, I’m throwing you in the nearest lake.”

“STAY AWAY FROM ME WITH THAT NEEDLE.”

(To name a few)

But the moment he got injured, Reader was the first person he went to because their medicine worked better than potions and elixirs at times.

“Shut up,” he muttered as Reader smirked at him. “You’re the only one with antibiotics.”

“Oh? So you need me?”

“I WILL STAB YOU.”

They once started a fire in the middle of camp just to see how different types of wood burned.

Time banned them from touching firewood for a month.

Overall?

The Chain loved them, but they were a constant headache.

Reader was the only person who wanted to be in Hyrule for the sake of research, and even though their experiments terrified them, they couldn’t help but admire their genius.

Even if it meant they had to keep a close eye on them before they accidentally (re)invented nuclear warfare.

(Moment Wild mentioned Purah’s antics, the chain were horrified at the inevitable possibility of what the both of them would do together. So they drive to keep Reader as far from Purah as possible. It’s inevitable tho so..:sucks for them 😆)

[typewritingyip]

Arcturus Three

Part Three - Creation

Part Two

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The idea of first aid in space travel has been around since they first started sending humans up on rockets, astronauts have to undergo extensive medical training to handle any potential emergencies in the zero-gravity environment they face.

Specific medical equipment was developed and has become essential for zero-gravity, such as portable defibrillators and compact ultrasound machines. Wearable sensors for heart rate, blood pressure, and oxygen levels became necessary for tracking data.

Contact with other astronauts and Mission Control are important for not only physical but mental health, with limited resources of sending up physicians and psychiatrists.

Space medicine research is a still developing field with experiments and research being done from the International Space Station. 

It is essential that every astronaut before beginning their journey, no matter the duration or destination, go through assessment for a number of things; cardiovascular health, bone density, vision, hearing, and mental health status. 

The need for medical professionals in space is ever growing with the further exploration efforts, research in need of expanding and an ever expanding horizon.

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Ratchet had been right about the very long night, his head was aching as he fought with the coffee pot. Truthfully, he had a rule against making coffee while Jesse was in the workshop but with Percy there it was hard to deny the need. They’d been up since the attack yesterday, mostly waiting on the full casualty report but also Percy was interviewing the so-called interloper.

He was trying his hardest not to bang his forehead against the counter. 

“Why don’t you have one of my translators set up?” Groaning, Ratchet turned and looked over. 

Deadlock was still protecting Jesse, though the pilot was now perched on the aliens shoulder instead of behind his clawed hands. Perceptor was standing in front of them both, hands on his hips and staring up at Deadlock, “My translator is able to perceive vowels in words and syntax to make semi-accurate translations that can be adjusted by the users.” He was frowning, “It would make this significantly easier.” Tilting his head to the side, he goes back to circling, again and Deadlock growls again.

Yeah, he wasn’t sure why he wasn’t slamming his face into the counter. 

With a sigh, he poured himself a fresh cup of coffee and turned, “Because asking you for a translator would have been suspicious and we made it work.” Shrugging lightly, Ratchet eases himself onto a nearby stool, wincing slightly before sipping more coffee.

Percy’s eyes flick over then he stop circling and moves towards the makeshift food area, “Well, I wouldn’t have asked, but you’re not entirely wrong either.” Ratchet watched him get his own cup, slowly turning to face Deadlock instead.

The look he’d been getting for the better part of the night was one of mixed worry and betrayal, as if he’d invited Perceptor over. Clicking quietly, Deadlock motions to him and he shakes his head, “No, I am not coming over there to hide from Percy, for fucks sake.” Closing his eyes, he sighs slowly.

Deadlock growled again and Jesse laughed, “Oh don’t be like that, Ratchet has been up most of the night, it’s rough on him.” With almost a pur, Deadlock returned to his pouting. Pinching the bridge of his nose and letting out a deep sigh, Ratchet turns back to Percy.

Whose eyes were still examining Deadlock like a science experiment and Ratchet scowled, “Percy, give it a rest.” Humming, Perceptor finally brought over his own stool, sitting down and frowning into his coffee.

”Shockwave can not find out about this, uh, Deadlock as you call him.” Nodding a bit, Ratchet stared at his own coffee, “It’s bad enough the pilots are his new test subjects, I don’t want to put him through that.” Gesturing weakly towards Deadlock, “We have to get him onto the Iliad before we go up. I can’t keep him hold up in here and if we have another incident like tonight.” His words died off.

There was nothing else to be said on that front, if Shockwave found Deadlock, they’d either be at war or the poor mech would become an experiment. 

His eyes wandered back to Deadlock and Jesse, his heart aching, “His kind are at war too, at least I think that’s what he said.” Percy nodded, glancing over and catching Deadlock’s eye, he started to growl again. Cracking a smile, Perceptor shook his head a bit, “He hates me.”

It took Ratchet a moment to try and smile, “He hates scientists.” His heart clutched painfully again, “And I don’t blame him for that, not one bit.” Perceptor sighs, “I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones. Albert Einstein.” Sighing, Ratchet drags a hand through his hair. 

They’d all designed the suits in one way or another, “Fuck me.” Percy smiled and nodded, “In a way, I’m glad we’re all flying to our deaths, better than fighting those freaks with sticks and stones.” Rubbing his neck, Ratchet sighed and nodded.

”We need to figure this out Percy, we’ve not heard actual news from Arcturus One in ages and don’t play the crap company card with me, it’s the same footage replaying over and over.” Percy winced and rubbed at his implants, “Yeah, uh, these missions are meant to put out a relay satellite to send back the data they get.” Nodding a bit, Ratchet finished his coffee with a bit of a scowl.

Sighing, Perceptor hangs his head, “You have to know we lost contact with them after two weeks. Then six months for Arcturus Two, the success rate for these missions is sitting at zero.” With a shrug, Ratchet nods, “I know what I signed up for, kid. So, what the hell are we doing talking about the enviable?” 

He shrugged weakly, “If we’re bringing an alien with us which is already complicated in itself, three of us have suits that are actually planned for, and who knows where the previous crews have gone. They're just disappearing, so we need to be able to defend ourselves. Entirely.” Humming, Ratchet stands and moves back towards the coffee maker, “I don’t have implants, I’m not compatible.” Percy chuckles.

”You don’t need to be compatible with what I’m thinking of.” He stopped pouring his coffee and swore, “Perceptor, I am old and tired. I have an alien that follows me around like a lost puppy and a pilot that does the same. The last thing that we need to consider is how I will defend myself against the Kijus.” Perceptor gets up and moves over.

Resting a hand on his shoulder, Percy leans in, “You’re going to like it, I promise, and your alien over there might like it as well.” He groaned and put his face in his hands, “I should have left you outside.” Percy’s arm rested around his shoulders, squeezing them tightly.

In only the way a pilot could now, “Relax Rusty, it's just to keep you safe and keep your oversized mechanical cat from killing me in my sleep.” There was another growl behind them.

Yeah, it was decided, he not only hated it here but truly wished he’d slammed his face into the workstation. If not to kill him, to at least have knocked him unconscious. 

—

They took to meeting most nights to work, the three of them plus an alien, and every night that went by the more often Celia’s name passed their lips. But then Deadlock would growl and it was dropped again. 

Three quarters of Arcturus Three were working on a project to protect a mechanical alien that reminded them all of their own suits, without their leader, their captain at the helm. Certainly they had all made smarter moves, but Deadlock needed to be in space before they went into their three months of isolation and as much as he would hate to admit it, Ratchet’s suit needed to be finished as well. 

The design was one of the coolest things that he’s ever seen, it was the assistance suit on steroids. All of it had been approved by Shockwave and NASA, but Percy and Ratchet were building it themselves with certain precautions. 

Sure, they all knew they were basically flying to their death but that was beside the point in this. The longer they were able to stay alive, the better. 

Everything from the oxygen reserves, to the defibrillators built into his hands, in place of striker suit magnets, it was truly a work of technological art. Then the white and red paint scheme of a rescue unit wrapped it up all in a nice bow, though Ratchet’s complaints were a bit annoying. This was the closest the old man would ever get to being a pilot, he thought it would be cool. 

Jesse was at present sitting on the top of the disguise unit that Deadlock was supposed to scan. He had been on Earth, hiding as a muscle car and then an emergency response vehicle for a while, now he was going to be a massive piece of moving equipment for Rusty. 

Just another thing they were making for this crazy trip, but this one was almost more necessary, to keep Deadlock safe from Shockwave. A shiver ran up his spine. 

The mech behind him was clicking and purring, the translator set Jesse was supposed to wear was currently buried under some things on Perceptor’s workbench. He hadn’t meant to break it, but still managed to. So he was just nodding along to the foreign language, watching the engineers work.

Several clicks were followed by a groan from Ratchet, “No, this will not be something you can drive. It’s just for transport, we’ve talked about this.” The headset was large on Rusty’s head, adjusting the microphone a bit and Deadlock purred before clicking and beeping.

Deadlock wore a small magnetic something against one of his ears, Jesse didn’t really know how it worked but it was sending the translations directly into the headsets. 

“You said that you can put yourself in stasis, that’s the plan and we’re not changing it just because you’ll miss us. If you’re asleep then you really won’t.” Pausing, Rusty put down his tools, “Alright, alright. We’re taking a break.” Removing his headphones, he rubs at his neck. 

Jesse glances over before climbing down from the box, stretching, “You hungry? I could run to get us food from the cafeteria. Percy, you hungry dude?” He leaned around the box to stare at the man who was welding, something, fuck only knew what. 

With a solid smack, Percy wears as his head hits a metal bar, “Yes, thank you Jesse. I think it’s protein bowl day anyways.” Giving him a thumbs up, he walked across the room and grabbed up his keys, “I’ll be back!” And the door slammed shut behind him.

Humming to himself, the walk to base wouldn’t have been terribly long, but it was more fun to ride the motorcycle. Sliding over the seat, he pulls his helmet from the handlebars. It took him a second to fix his hair before pulling the helmet on, it was so similar to his own assistant suit, that it never felt claustrophobic.

Backing up carefully, Jesse turns over the engine and revs it for a moment before tucking close and speeding towards command.

Mecha, Georgia was never a place he imagined living, not even for just a short time but it was where headquarters was so it is where he was. At least for a few more weeks before they went to the isolation chamber run by NASA. 

Tucked close to the bike, Jesse was hugging the curves of the road, trees blocking his view of buildings. Or better known in the county as the compound. This place had been here longer than he’d been alive and it would probably outlive him too, but it was where suits were built or more often rebuilt, along with where the scientists lived.

A shiver ran up his back as he came up to the gate, flicking up the visor on his helmet for a retina scan. It was easier than pulling out his ID card, before the gate opens and he pulls in. 

The compound was massive, it had to be to maintenance or at least maintain up to ten mech suits. Along with their pilots and have a space for testing, there was also the mundane aspects of it; offices for engineers and administrators, the labs that Shockwave ruled over with an iron fist, and only the people stationed on this coast normally knew.

Pulling into his parking spot, Jesse removes his helmet and slides off the bike casually, humming again. If it weren’t for Arcturus, he wouldn’t have come here but he’d known Jazz back when he was a new pilot then he heard the hatchet was signing up to be a medic on scene and the rest was history.

Sighing, he scratches at his implants while walking through the hanger. Their suits were all being worked on, getting prepared to be in space.

That was a cool thought, massive space battle against the alien menace. Sounded like something out of the movies. 

Saluting vaguely to a handful of engineers, he kept going towards the cafeteria. Drumming his fingers against his legs, this was why he was a striker over any other class, he was far too hyperactive to be a hunter and impatient to be a tanker then rescue was completely out of the question. 

He couldn’t help the singing under his breath, “Dare, dare to believe you can survive.” It was a staple of his childhood, one of his dads favorite songs. His mom would play it whenever she was sad. 

Grabbing up a tray, he kept banging his fingers against it while sliding down the line, picking up the things that sounded and looked good. Placing two orders to-go at the main counter, glancing around the space before grinning, “Hey, Acree!” 

Celia was talking with another pilot and a few engineers, smiling and laughing while drinking some coffee. She glances over, “Hey, Hot Rod, where have you been? I haven’t seen you in ages.” Smiling, he lifts his filled tray and walks over, “Here and there, you know how that is.” Setting the tray on the table, he sits next to it on the surface.

She laughs and shakes her head, “Normally, yeah, when we have our suits but we’re not meant to be going too far.” He waves it off, popping from blueberries in his mouth, “Yeah, I haven’t been far. Over at the hatchets workshop is all.” She hums and nods, stealing one of his bread rolls. 

Smirking a bit, he shrugs, “You should swing by, we’re making the doc a bunch of cool space stuff, well him and Percy are.” She shakes her head, smiling, “Some other time.” He shrugs and shifts to focus on his food instead.

—

It was late, just shy of two in the morning when Cecilia called it a day. Walking away from the hanger, leaving her toolbox in her locker. She really was supposed to call home that night, hence the long night in the first place.

Last thing she wanted to do was hear about home, when she’d probably never see it again. 

Sighing, she drags a hand through her hair and brushes her fingers over her implants. Closing her eyes for a moment.

She had wanted to be a pilot her whole life, lived and breathed everything to be a pilot, snuck off for compatibility testing and now they were sending her to die. All because the original quote-unquote captain was unwell. Which, she felt for Felix, it was obvious whatever happened that day with his suit had been intense. The poor guy was still in the hospital and suit eleven was in the back of the hanger. 

Hitting the access, she goes into the room she was staying in in the dorms, rubbing at her eyes. It had been a painfully long day, even with the good conversation she’d had with just shy of everyone in the complex, even Jesse had swung in at lunch time. Sitting down on the bed, she takes her phone from the charge and looks at the messages.

Most if not all were from her mentor, groaning, she puts it back on her nightstand and puts her head in her hands.

They were a few days shy of the first launches for the Iliad, the pieces that weren’t the ship they were taking were starting to go up and all she honestly wanted to do was be back out in her suit. Defending the innocent, not exploring the void of space.

Groaning again, she gets up and grabs a hat, starting back out of the dorms.

There was no way that she’d be able to sleep there, not in the pit that was headquarters where everything would drag them down mentally. Maybe Jesse was right, maybe spending some time around Rusty’s workshop would do her some good. Getting to spend some time with the people she’d shortly be going into isolation with. 

Isolation sounded like hell, being from the rescue class originally she was already around a lot of people, more extroverted than the typical striker class but rescue class were less needed than they used to be. She was a better striker anyways, but she dealt with the public a lot less. 

Slipping out of the dorms and heading for the woods, she went at a jog, glancing towards the science building for a moment. The lights were still on, there had been a compatibility test earlier that day. Around twenty people had showed up, three had passed even with the low level now. 

The screams were always so loud, even when you were working on a mech or in a group, the screams of a compatibility test were distinct. She could remember how it felt, how it sounded, everything about it. No pilot talked about it in interviews, you honestly didn’t know what to expect unless a family member went in for testing. 

Sliding down the slight hill, there was a fence and a road between her and the warehouse, nothing much to be bothered over, but still annoying. 

She smiled a bit as the familiar response vehicle pulled into the warehouse, Ratchet and his mystery boyfriend. It was always nice whenever the guy dropped him off or picked him up, especially after the agonizing meetings with Swindle or Shockwave. 

However, the moment Ratchet got out and the thing changed, she stood frozen and staring. Hot Rod ran up to greet them both, if it was a both but the thing looked so similar to a suit and she froze as whatever it was looked right at her. It’s eyes were bright and terrifying. 

Nothing like the visors of all their suits, these were actual eyes, that were staring into her soul.

Whatever it was leaned down and said something to Ratchet and Hot Rod, who both looked her way as well, though the trees blocked enough of her to hopefully not be noticed.

”Hey! Hey Arcee! You came!” But leave it to Jesse to have eagle eyes. Swearing and stumbling back, she glances around, “Come on! We’ve gotta get inside!” He kept yelling and waving.

Looking over her shoulder again, “Alright! Alright.” It wasn’t exactly like she wanted to go back to bed anyways. Swearing again, she keeps going towards the warehouse even as the prototype suit goes inside, pulling the big door shut behind itself. 

Quickly scaling the fence and glancing down both sides of the road, she runs across, before Rusty and Jesse had hold of her arms, “Welcome to the Arcturus secret headquarters capitan.” Jesse’s smile was too bright and Rusty’s hold nearly painfully tight. 

The inside of the warehouse was loud, from that thing moving around to the sound of welding, “Uh, Jesse, what is that?” She didn’t want to call it a thing, in case it could understand her, but still was thinking it, “That, is Deadlock, he’s an alien.” Jesse dodged the swift smack from Rusty.

”Yeah, uh, great.” She stared, “Why is it here?” The men on either side of her shared a look, “Well, he’s our friend, and we're getting him off Earth on the Iliad.” She instantly regretted asking.

—

Perceptor spent day and night working, more intensely than he had in ages but there was a distinct deadline on all of it. Three months before take off, they needed to be said and done with everything, it needed to be on the first ship that would form the ring on the Iliad. 

It needed to be done so he was working, even when everyone else wasn’t or was busy, he was working. It reminded him of his early days working for MECHA. How he had to do a lot of his own plans for himself, to himself, the bone deep exhaustion that would drag him down.

At least here he had Rusty’s help along with Jesse and Cecila’s company, then the alien who growled in the corner. It was hard if not impossible to build trust in someone who had so much trauma based in science. He could see why Deadlock had quickly gotten along with other pilots. 

“You know Percy, you get this look on your face whenever you’re about to break something.” Rusty’s voice was deep and calm with age, the patients in the medic and scientist was shocking.

Right now Cecilia and Jesse were talking quietly with Deadlock, headphones over their ears and blocking out the worst of the noise he was causing, “Sorry, I was just lost in thought. We need this stuff done tomorrow and I don’t know if it will be.” His hands shook lightly before he balls them into fists.

Smiling sadly at him, Ratchet rests a hand on his shoulder, “Close enough is better than nothing, just because we’re going to Texas tomorrow doesn’t mean they have to be perfect. Deadlock will scan the machine tonight and my suit is good enough. We’ll see it all in a few months' time.” Nodding slowly, Percy set down his tools and sighed.

Dragging his hands down his face and rubbing his implants, they ached with lack of use, he hadn’t even been in a simulator in the last month he’d been so busy. This was all so important, important towards their survival up there. Who even knew what happened to the previous crews, what had happened to Jazz all those years ago.

Ratchet’s hand rested on his shoulder, “Alright, enough. We all need to get some sleep before tomorrow.” Standing slowly, he patted his shoulder before going to get the others.

Percy sat there, taking slow, deep, calming breaths for a long moment. How were they going to pull this off?

———

A/N

This was supposed to be done a few days ago but I’m had a hard time with parts of it. And the last two days have been insane for me so there’s also that.

Next part will probably be out in a week or two, and then the last part soon after that. Right around the time Part 50 should be coming out for Arcturus One.

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Also I am going to be redoing my masterlist soon, probably after part 50 so that those who want to be tagged can be and those who don’t interact anymore don’t have to be if they don’t want to be.

[stars-on-my-bedroom-ceiling]

arcane fans when i pull out my second grade science experiment showing that two liquids of different densities don't mix:

[cybershock24601]

I'm pretty sure Emmrich and like a couple other members of the Watch who are familiar with your Rook Ingellvar are keeping an eye on Lucanis just because everyone's like "The first talon of the antivan crows is a load bearing pillar to Rook's- just for Rook and if anything happens to him Thedas is Cooked"

Fortunately for Thedas, Rook happens to be one of my more emotionally stable game protag ocs. She'd be devastated by the loss of Lucanis but she has enough of a support system with the rest of the Veilguard to not go completely off the rails.

However, Rook's faith in the Mourn Watch's leadership was majorly shaken after everything that happened during and after the War of the Banners so whereas before she would have been willing to drop some questionable experimentation if she got told to shut it down, now she might just keep doing her own thing anyways. Which means there are probably quite a few fucked up animal abominations making an appearance in Villa Dellamorte and a few blueprints and drafts for a flesh atronach tucked away in Rook's desk. There is a world out there where Rook becomes the Relmyna Verenim of Thedas (the crazy lady who made the Gatekeeper in the Shivering Isles)

Emmrich is very right to be worried about Rook falling into the unethical sciences like Hezenkoss did but even he can admit he projects a bit sometimes. However, if Myrna and Vorgoth start getting concerned then someone needs to step in and give Rook a realty check. Luckily they have Lucanis for that.

Really, they just need to keep Lucanis around because he's the one person Rook will actually listen to with only minimal resistance when he comes to ask Rook to please, please, please stop attaching wings to rats in an attempt to create a flying rat as part of a wider experiment on the manipulation of bone density (Rook just can't seem to get the rats' bones light enough to fly without weakening them enough that the bones just start randomly breaking. There's also the pesky matter of it being easiest to manipulate the bone density while the subject is alive and the process happens to be so excruciatingly painful that it kills the rat before she can even test it's flight capabilities).

[northbirdblog]

Exploring Salt Water Density: Homeschooling Egg Experiment

This was one of our homeschooling experiments learning about salt water and density!

[sleepberries]

28 for Peter and Jason pls 🙏🙏

28. pulling someone in by the waist

The thing about Peter Parker, Jason had learned over the months they'd been together, was that he had absolutely no sense of personal space when he was focused on something. Which was how Jason found himself watching from the doorway of their shared apartment as Peter stood at the kitchen counter, completely absorbed in whatever chemistry experiment he was conducting with what had once been their dinner ingredients.

"You know," Jason said, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, "most people just order takeout when they can't cook."

Peter didn't look up from where he was measuring something into a beaker with scientific precision. "I can cook. I'm just... improving the nutritional density of the pasta sauce."

"By adding what looks suspiciously like the contents of your lab kit?"

"It's perfectly safe," Peter protested, finally glancing up with that earnest expression that never failed to make Jason's chest do something complicated. "I'm just synthesizing some additional vitamins. You said you weren't getting enough iron in your diet."

Jason stared at him for a moment, because of course Peter had been listening during Jason's offhand complaint about feeling run down after patrol. Of course he'd decided to solve the problem with science instead of just buying a bottle of supplements like a normal person.

"Parker," Jason said, pushing off from the doorframe, "you're insane."

Peter's face fell slightly, shoulders hunching in that way they did when he thought he'd overstepped. "I can just—if you don't want me to—"

Jason was moving before Peter could finish the sentence, crossing the small kitchen in two strides. His hands found Peter's waist, fingers curling around the sharp juts of his hipbones as he pulled him close, away from the counter and whatever mad science he'd been conducting.

"I didn't say stop," Jason murmured, watching the way Peter's eyes widened behind his glasses as their bodies pressed together. "I said you're insane. There's a difference."

Peter's hands came up automatically to rest against Jason's chest, fingers splaying over the worn cotton of his t-shirt. "So you're okay with me potentially poisoning you in the name of better nutrition?"

"Wouldn't be the weirdest way I've almost died," Jason pointed out, his thumbs tracing small circles just above Peter's belt. The contact made Peter shiver, and Jason filed that reaction away for later use.

"That's morbid, even for you," Peter said, but he was smiling now, that soft, private smile that Jason had decided belonged to him alone.

"Says the guy who thinks adding mystery chemicals to marinara sauce is a reasonable dinner plan."

Peter's laugh was warm against Jason's throat as he leaned into him, all awkward angles and careful touches. "It's not mystery chemicals. I know exactly what I'm doing."

"Famous last words," Jason murmured, but his arms were already tightening around Peter's waist, pulling him impossibly closer.

This was the thing Jason was still getting used to—this easy intimacy, the way Peter fit against him like he belonged there. For someone who'd spent most of his life keeping people at arm's length, the casual closeness should have been suffocating. Instead, it felt like coming home.

"We could just order pizza," Peter suggested, his voice slightly muffled against Jason's shoulder.

"And waste all your hard work?" Jason pulled back just enough to meet Peter's eyes, one hand sliding up to cup the back of his neck. "I don't think so. Besides, I trust you."

The words hung between them, heavier than they should have been. Peter's expression softened, something vulnerable flickering across his features.

"Yeah?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah," Jason confirmed, sealing the promise with a kiss that tasted like trust and tomorrows and the particular kind of home that Jason had never thought he'd find.

When they broke apart, Peter was smiling again, brilliant and slightly dazed.

"Okay," he said, voice rough around the edges. "But if I accidentally give you superpowers, you're not allowed to complain."

Jason laughed, the sound surprising him with its genuineness. "Deal, spider-boy. But I'm picking the toppings for the pizza we're definitely ordering later."

"Later?"

Jason's grip on Peter's waist tightened, possessive and sure. "Much later."

[compneuropapers]

Interesting Papers for Week 20, 2025

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Sleep microstructure organizes memory replay. Chang, H., Tang, W., Wulf, A. M., Nyasulu, T., Wolf, M. E., Fernandez-Ruiz, A., & Oliva, A. (2025). Nature, 637(8048), 1161–1169.

Dendrites endow artificial neural networks with accurate, robust and parameter-efficient learning. Chavlis, S., & Poirazi, P. (2025). Nature Communications, 16, 943.

Modelling sensory attenuation as Bayesian causal inference across two datasets. Eckert, A.-L., Fuehrer, E., Schmitter, C., Straube, B., Fiehler, K., & Endres, D. (2025). PLOS ONE, 20(1), e0317924.

Synaptic basis of feature selectivity in hippocampal neurons. Gonzalez, K. C., Negrean, A., Liao, Z., Terada, S., Zhang, G., Lee, S., Ócsai, K., Rózsa, B. J., Lin, M. Z., Polleux, F., & Losonczy, A. (2025). Nature, 637(8048), 1152–1160.

Fast updating feedback from piriform cortex to the olfactory bulb relays multimodal identity and reward contingency signals during rule-reversal. Hernandez, D. E., Ciuparu, A., Garcia da Silva, P., Velasquez, C. M., Rebouillat, B., Gross, M. D., Davis, M. B., Chae, H., Muresan, R. C., & Albeanu, D. F. (2025). Nature Communications, 16, 937.

Theory of morphodynamic information processing: Linking sensing to behaviour. Juusola, M., Takalo, J., Kemppainen, J., Haghighi, K. R., Scales, B., McManus, J., Bridges, A., MaBouDi, H., & Chittka, L. (2025). Vision Research, 227, 108537.

Network structure influences the strength of learned neural representations. Kahn, A. E., Szymula, K., Loman, S., Haggerty, E. B., Nyema, N., Aguirre, G. K., & Bassett, D. S. (2025). Nature Communications, 16, 994.

Delayed Accumulation of Inhibitory Input Explains Gamma Frequency Variation with Changing Contrast in an Inhibition Stabilized Network. Krishnakumaran, R., Pavuluri, A., & Ray, S. (2025). Journal of Neuroscience, 45(5), e1279242024.

Predicting the Irrelevant: Neural Effects of Distractor Predictability Depend on Load. Lui, T. K., Obleser, J., & Wöstmann, M. (2025). European Journal of Neuroscience, 61(2).

The time course and organization of hippocampal replay. Mallory, C. S., Widloski, J., & Foster, D. J. (2025). Science, 387(6733), 541–548.

Anisotropy of the Orientation Selectivity in the Visual Cortex Area 18 of Cats Reared Under Normal and Altered Visual Experience. Merkulyeva, N., Lyakhovetskii, V., & Mikhalkin, А. (2025). European Journal of Neuroscience, 61(2).

The calcitron: A simple neuron model that implements many learning rules via the calcium control hypothesis. Moldwin, T., Azran, L. S., & Segev, I. (2025). PLOS Computational Biology, 21(1), e1012754.

High-Density Recording Reveals Sparse Clusters (But Not Columns) for Shape and Texture Encoding in Macaque V4. Namima, T., Kempkes, E., Zamarashkina, P., Owen, N., & Pasupathy, A. (2025). Journal of Neuroscience, 45(5), e1893232024.

Ventral hippocampus to nucleus accumbens shell circuit regulates approach decisions during motivational conflict. Patterson, D., Khan, N., Collins, E. A., Stewart, N. R., Sassaninejad, K., Yeates, D., Lee, A. C. H., & Ito, R. (2025). PLOS Biology, 23(1), e3002722.

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Soo I looked a bit into Dr.Stone some more. Still not too into it but I do love Senku’s personality.

So I decided to update the headcanons I wrote (here) with a more appropriate set. (I mean those still work but headcanons are ever changing!

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(Y/N) being an unstoppable force of science and curiosity. Her seeing Hyrule as a goldmine of new discoveries.

Hylians, Zoras, Gorons, Ritos, fairies, magic, it’s all up for research. She treats every moment like an opportunity to advance scientific knowledge, and she refuses to be stopped.

Magic? Not real. :) It’s just science they haven’t figured out yet. The Chain gets so frustrated trying to explain magic to her. She just points at Wild’s Sheikah Slate and goes ‘That’s just ancient technology. You can’t tell me this isn’t science.’ (Wild doesn’t even argue that point cause he’s heard all that from Purah countless times.)

Warriors is her biggest headache. (….or is she his??) Every time she tries a new experiment, he’s there, yelling about how “this is insane” and “why do you need to study our bone density!?” He acts like her research is some grand threat to Hylian dignity. (Like like Hylians ever had dignity, have you SEEN the nonsense they get up to?)

Wild? The best test subject ever. He has zero self-preservation, an insane healing factor, and thinks everything she does is hilarious. If she tells him to drink a suspicious potion to test its effects, he’ll do it without question. (He probably has some instinctive memory from when he was guarding Zelda Pre-Calamity….and Purah, don’t forget Purah.)

Twilight, Time, and Four are skeptical. Twilight doesn’t like being poked at. Time just sighs and avoids her nonsense. Four, as a blacksmith, appreciates the concept of experimentation but thinks she’s a little unhinged.

Legend and Hyrule are terrified of her. Legend has been through way too much to trust someone who wants to test how “resilient” he is. Hyrule, being part fae, fears she’s trying to extract his blood for science. (She’s NEVER use it for malicious stuff but ya know…his situation with monsters after his blood is kinda traumatic if you think about it.)

Wind is… oddly encouraging? He doesn’t want to be tested on, but he’ll help her with experiments because he thinks it’s fun. Until she suggests launching him via trebuchet. Then he immediately bails.

Now…experiment ideas she would Absolutely ttempt:

1. Testing Hylians’ magic resistance.

(She straight-up douses Wild in fairy dust to see if he heals faster. He does. But now he won’t stop glowing.)

2. Figuring out why Twilight turns into a wolf.

(She follows him around, taking notes. Eventually just tries to pet him. He lets her and then bolts when she mutters about fur samples)

3. Trying to see how much weight Gorons can carry.

(Ends up building a scale just to measure how heavy Gorons actually are. )

4. Testing if fairies have any biological components.

(She somehow catches one and Wild (and Time and Hyrule, and Warriors) has to stop her before she dissects it.)

5. “Science-ing” Divine Beasts & Sheikah Tech.

(….She almost electrocutes herself messing with an inactive Guardian….and she actually gets electrocuted by Naboris)

6. Building a modern hot air balloon.

(It works. Wild and Wind immediately steal it. Crash it, she makes better with the data collected from their little joy ride.)

7. Trying to chemically analyze elixirs & potions.

(She drinks half of them herself. She starts tasting colors and seeing sounds.)

8. Seeing if magic weapons follow the law of thermodynamics.

(Almost burns herself with a fire sword.)

9. Figuring out what happens if someone eats a Korok seed.

(Wild tried it. It’s disgusting. And he hated everything that day.)

Look The Chain are both fascinated and terrified. They love her, she’s a fun gal, but they also know she is a menace and should NOT be allowed near other equally crazy scientists. (Looking at you Purah.)

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Midjourney Video

With the release of video (silent) on Midjourney, I just can't stop trying to generate images to animate! It's exceptionally easy, but some formats work better than others. Tutorial.

https://videopress.com/v/lSu3UXal?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&loop=true&playsinline=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true

https://videopress.com/v/ATrZHeC9?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&loop=true&playsinline=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true

https://videopress.com/v/HM4jFd1H?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&loop=true&playsinline=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true

https://videopress.com/v/44IogZpY?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&loop=true&playsinline=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true

Source: Midjourney Video