#biomedical picture of the day

[simpcityy]

One Life Over Millions (Miguel O'Hara x F! Biomedical Engineer Reader)

Summary: You are a Biomedical Engineer working for Alchemax. You also have a little hobby of coming up with Theories and research on who Spider-Man 2099 is under that mask. You don't share anyone of this hobby besides Miguel, your co-worker. Little did you know, you're sharing your theories with Spider-Mans other identity, Miguel O'Hara.. After finding out that millions are at risk from one simple vial, you'll be able to get a closer look at Spider-Man as you work besides him.

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel or any of its characters. This is a 4-part series.

Word Count: 2.2k

Taglist: @alicefallsintotherabbithole

Warnings: Use of (Y/N), Minor Injuries, Panic Attack. uhhh I think that's all.

Pt.1 Pt.2

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Alchemax was bustling as ever in the mornings, people starting their morning shifts while others walked out finishing their night shift. You walked into your office starting your daily morning as a Biomedical Engineer. Looking over to the unfinished medical equipment you were building suddenly made you groan knowing it was going to be a busy day today. Walking to your desk setting up everything including music as you worked alone in your office. Usually, people in Alchemax share their space with a partner but you enjoyed having the office to yourself. You don’t have to worry about mixing your projects by accident with your officemate. You set down a modified pacemaker you were building before letting out a sigh. You have to admit, it does feel pretty lonely, but you move on, knowing there is no reason to complain if it achieves you getting paid for doing what you love. 

Lunch rolled around; you placed the pacemaker down on your desk. Your eyes are having a hard time focusing on the very small components, not even the magnifying glass can help you. “At this rate, I’m never going to finish” You groan before seeing a bag of food set down on your desk. “Hola compañera*” Miguel, who was a geneticist working in Alchemax, grabs a chair and sits in front of you. You smile, another reason why you enjoyed working here. Miguel and you were always there for each other. Some days Miguel would forget to bring his coffee to stay awake, you would always order an extra one for him on your way to work. As you see, you forgot your lunch. “Thanks for the lunch” You grabbed the bag enjoying the smell of amazing food. “Something tells me you stayed up all night.” Miguel eats his empanadas he brought admiring the pacemaker you were building. “Let me guess, you drove by my house to get a late-night empanada and saw my lights on.” You chuckle knowing his nightly drives to get some type of pastry to satisfy the night. He smiles as you catch him red handed. “Maybe” He shrugs and picks up the pacemaker. “What’s the deal with this?” You took a bite of the food he brought and looked over “Pacemaker, I’m modifying a new one, a better version to help more people in need.” Smiling, Miguel puts it down carefully before grabbing your work bag and pulling out a notebook. “Okay spill it, you stayed up at night doing this research “he waves the notebook around. 

The notebook was something you never shared with anyone, but you decided to tell Miguel about it and from there, he would listen to your theories. The notebook contains theories of who Spider-Man is under that mask. Spider-Man 2099 has caught your attention and wanting to challenge yourself, you’ve been collecting research to figure out his identity. Grabbing the book, you flipped some pages over to some pictures of Spider-Man’s equipment he uses during battles. “I have a new theory!” You tell Miguel who only nods, telling you to go on. You smile, you knew it was wrong to fall in love with a co-worker, but you can’t help it. He listens to you attentively on either your work issues or personal issues like your challenge of identifying Spider-man. “Based on the equipment he uses, some of the components used to build it are only here in Alchemax!” Getting up, you walked over to a box pulling out a couple of the parts. Miguel only stays stiff at your new theory. 

Miguel was the one and only, Spider-Man 2099. He found it cute on the day you told him about wanting to figure out his identity. Since then, he would come during lunch to hear about any updates. He has to admit, you’re pretty smart and spot on some theories but this theory got him a little worried. Maybe he should be extra careful around now both as Miguel O’Hara and Spider-Man. He watched you set the parts on your desk “These are needed to create his amazing equipment.” You pointed out. “So, your theory is?” He asked, wanting to be sure he was thinking what you were thinking. “I think our Spider-Man is someone who works here in Alchemax. “You write down in your notebook, writing down the parts you took out. Miguel looks at you, this is getting bad. You were getting too close to finding out his identity and he needed to make sure he was a few steps ahead. “Oh, estás seguro de eso*?” He looked at your notes before thinking “Maybe, he can have someone exporting him the parts?” He didn’t want to throw you off the path, but he wanted to keep you safe. You stopped realizing that theory “Oh…maybe you are right, I didn’t think of that” You wrote it down as well in your notebook. “And here I thought, I was getting close” You sigh before putting everything away. “Well enough about that, how's your work going?” You asked him, finishing the rest of your lunch. Miguel smiles and places a hand on his cheek listening to you speak about your projects, admiring the way your eyes light up on the possibility of helping millions.  

After a long shift, you were finally able to go home. Locking up your office, you placed your bag on your shoulder before walking to the elevator but groan in frustration seeing it was out of service. Walking to the stairs, you prepare yourself to climb down 5 flights of stairs. A whisper stops you, looking at the time on your phone. The night shift hasn’t started so there shouldn’t be anyone on this floor. You’re always the last one leaving the floor, so you know something isn’t right. Following the whispers, you are faced with a door, slightly open. You stayed quiet listening. “Here are the serums you asked for.” You peaked in seeing a hand holding a box of vials with some purple liquid in it. Setting the box down, one rolled close to the door. You look making sure they were busy before leaning a bit reaching for it. Your fingertips touch it before gasping as a boot step on your hand. “What do we have here?” A sinister voice chuckles. You panicked before grabbing the vial with your other hand and opened the door quickly, making it hit the man in the face as he was in range. Stumbling back, his boot was off your hand. You took this chance and ran to the stairs putting the vile into your pocket. 

Miguel sighs waiting for a copy he asked at the front desk. He walks around patiently; he should’ve been home already in his bed sleeping. He looks over seeing you run out of the stairs, pushing the door open with urgency and quickly walking to the exit. “(Y/N)?” He was about to stop you and ask if everything was okay, but you were gone. He didn’t like the way you looked so panicked. He looks over, hearing the doors to the stairs slam open. He watches as a couple of Alchemax workers were out of breath and looked around, as if they were chasing someone. He quickly looks back to where you ran off. Were they chasing you? What happened? He looks at the front desk before running out to where you went, those copies can wait. He needed to know if you were okay.

Miguel knocked on the door to your house but nothing. He looks around making sure no one is watching him, and he hops over the fence going to your backyard. He looked around for any lights inside your house, but it was dark and empty. He walked to your back door and broke the handle walking in. He looked around your place, nothing was out of order. He goes upstairs quickly “(Y/N)?” Soy yo, Miguel” He calls out and goes into your room. He was ashamed of being in your room without your permission but needed clues to where you ran off. He was glad the room was nice and clean, no clothing thrown on the floor. He looked around at your desk, only seeing files of your upcoming projects. He grabs his phone calling you but only to find out your phone was turned off. “Carajo*” He whispers as he looks thinking of another place before knowing he’ll have to wait till tomorrow if you show up for work. You never skipped a day, even if you were sick. If you don’t show up tomorrow, then he knows you’re in danger. 

You walked into the Alchemax building the next day, your eyes looking at each worker. You wished you were able to get a look at the people yesterday, but you couldn’t risk being seen as well. Hugging your jacket close to yourself, you checked your surroundings for anything or anyone following you. Once you were in your office, you quickly move your desk making it face your door. Your desk was turned around where your back was facing the door, but after yesterday, you had to be safe than sorry. Setting your jacket on the chair, you looked at your bruised hand. That step was pretty nasty but thankfully nothing broke. Sitting down, you pulled the vial out. You looked at it, to your discovery last night, this vial. This one single small thing was able to kill thousands of people and for them to have a full box of them worried you. Turning on your computer, you printed the results of the serum from testing them in your personal hideout aka a hotel room to prevent the chasers from finding your home. Looking at the ingredients, your face saddens more. “No…” You whisper reading the results. You look at the vial thinking to yourself, ‘how can this small thing, the size of my pinky, be able to kill millions of people.’ 

You slowly get up, your legs feeling weak all of sudden. You were overwhelming yourself. Taking a small step to get to your bag, you fell on your knees. “ no no no” You repeat yourself. Everything around you suddenly seem loud to your ears, the noise of the computer, the ticking of the clock, everything.  You cover your ears trying to silence the noises, tearing up. You were feeling overwhelmed, so pressured to do something about it. “Stop it please” You whisper to yourself, closing your eyes. You hear someone calling your name faintly amidst the chaos. You felt warm hands placed on top of yours. Opening your eyes, you were met with Miguel's concerned face. (Y/N)?!” He says “Está todo bien? qué está pasando?*” The noises around you seem to stop, you were now focusing on his voice, taking a deep breath. “I…I’m okay” You whisper, hiding the vial in your fist. Slowly getting up, you sat on your desk, not trusting your legs yet. Miguel quickly grabs a glass from your small countertop, pouring a glass of water.  His face expresses concern seeing you trying to calm yourself. He walked over handing you the glass “Toma*” You thanked him and took a sip of the water. Trying to figure out what the hell was that. Did you just have a panic attack or something? Miguel watches you fight whatever was going on in your mind. He kneels in front of you and frowns, seeing the bruise on your hand, “What’s wrong…You can tell me anything.” He whispers, not wanting to spook you seeing you were on edge today. Looking at Miguel, you wanted to tell him what you discovered but you think back to the events, you didn’t get to see their face. You knew what you were thinking was wrong, but it was better to be safe than sorry. It pained you to think he could be involved in this; he was a higher up in the Alchemax corp. You only gave him a smile, “it’s nothing…just had a rough morning” You lied, well it was half the truth, you did have a rough morning, but it still felt like a lie to you. He only nods, giving you space, getting up. He turns to you about to say something but out in your glass wall, he sees smoke in the distance, within the city. His duty as Spider-Man was calling him. He looks at you, “Listen, you can tell me anything, it stays between us, remember that, Solo tú y yo” He whispers before excusing himself out of the office. You look out the window seeing the smoke and then back to the vial. It was time for you to get Spider-Man's attention and the only way to get his attention was running into the danger. You quickly grabbed your bag clocking out early. Running into the city, going towards the smoke, towards the danger. It was now or never to save people’s lives even if it cost yours. One life over millions.

As you ran out, an employee watches you leave through the exits before spotting your bruised hand. He grabbed his phone walking over to the exit, watching the way you ran before dialing a number.

 “I found our little spy.” 

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Author Notes: I am working on part two of Location: Unknown so be on the lookout for that. This series is going to have maybe around 4 to 5 parts. You can ask me to put you on the taglist for this series. Thank you for the support! Sorry for any grammar errors. Remember to stay hydrated and to keep on simping! (Simp City Population: 33 💕) *Thank you so much for the follows! I love you guys for reblogging for others to be aware of my works! Thank you so much once again! 🥰)

Spanish Translator: (Remember some have double meaning or similar meaning) 1. Hola compañera: Hello Partner or Hello Colleague 2. Oh, estás seguro de eso: Oh? Are you sure about that? 3. Soy yo, Miguel: It's me, Miguel 4. Carajo: Fuck or Shit etc 5. Está todo bien? qué está pasando?: Is everything okay? what is happeing or what is going on? 6. Toma: Here or take this 7. Solo tú y yo: Just you and me

#miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara fic #miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse fic #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel ohara x fem!reader

[aibigbois]

Mom always hated that I wore tank tops or sleeveless shirts for picture day. But she didn't realize I wasn't going to hide my gains for anyone. It's just who I am. I think this is 9th, 10th and maybe 12th grade photos? Ugh, I'm so small. It's almost embarrassing. So glad I went and got my degree in exercise science and biomedical chem. The cocktail of drugs I am on now is child's play to when these photos were taking. I was just eating like a beast and downing protein shakes. Imagine how big I would be now if I was dosing back then.

#ai muscle #bodybuilder #hyper muscle #musclegrowth #gay bodybuilder #gay #muscle #huge muscle #big pecs #ai boyfriend #90s fashion #90s

[soranihimawari]

I Missed You

Pairing: Oikawa x (gn!) reader

Word Count: tbd

Rating: Oikawa Tooru Fluff [otf]

Warnings: none// reader in timeskip becomes a doctor specializing in aging/older athletes and completing necessary check-ups before a match.

Note: I tried to not tie any gender-specific nouns when describing reader.

How I think OIkawa & reader hug each other after not seeing each other in a long time.

[23:45]

That’s the time stamp you receive on an old friend’s text. There are only three words which the message is comprised of. When you read them aloud to yourself in the comfort of your own home, you seem to repeat them like a mantra.

‘I miss you’

Simple hope draws from this in a way that can’t be described as you stare at your screen until you ultimately lock your phone. You close your eyes for a a few minutes when your brain decides to show you a highlight reel of the activities you used to do with the sender. Learning the rules of volleyball, joining in their team jogging paths, coming to scheduled matches, accompanying him to the nurse’s office when he landed on his feet wrong, etc. He was destined to be famous, just not here at home in Japan, no. Somewhere half a world away called out to him first. Argentina was distant, far, the most you’d ever be separated and even then, the times prior were literally at the start of up schooling lives.

Unfortunately, the last memory behind the closed eyes you see is a bittersweet one: the reality your friend, confidant, (and crush) hits you. You never did want to wind up fighting with him, but for once you’d want him to fight to stay here. With you. As his best friends remind you, you’d be holding him back from his true potential ever since he started practicing with the collegiate teams up the road from where you live—this was where the initial rift began to be drawn between you two.

During lunch one day, you visit his classroom, sitting next to him explaining (or rather complaining) the trouble you were having with a particular class and one of the assignments needed to be completed prior to a content exam.

“Do you ever shut up about schoolwork, yn?”

You pause, a disappointed look heavy on your brow as those within earshot suddenly fall quiet.

“I’m sorry not all of us have a righteous path carved in front of us, Tooru,” the tonality in your voice was one of annoyance. “Some of us have to work even harder to achieve our dreams other than hoping to skip town and follow in their idol’s footsteps.”

Ever since that brief conversation, you and one Oikawa Tooru, are now practically strangers come graduation day. You hear whispers via the third year rumor mill of his accomplishments and his ultimate defeat against both Shiratorizawa and Karasuno. Matches you weren’t there to show your support for, even if Iwazumi Hajime, the ace and vice captain, had invited you because, “it would be nice for him (oikawa) to see a familiar face in the crowd.”

Glancing back at Iwazumi’s moss green eyes and stoic countenance, “and if I recall, it would be nicer if I wasn’t there because it might distract him further. There are plenty of scouts heading to those matches. I’m sure he’d catch one of their eyes.”

“And if those scouts ask him to move to another country, are you really going to be ok with not saying your goodbyes when we graduate, yn?”

You aggravatedly sigh at him, muttering an annoyed, “Yes, Iwazumi-kun, even then.”

Many months later, post Oikawa's jog in the winter while watching the Karasuno v Inarizaki match, it is now springtime. You’re holding a bouquet of flowers from your parents who pose with you for pictures around the inner school gates of Aoba Josai’s campus. Your fellow classmates and club members surround you for more photos as well. This was going to be one of the final memories you have for your high school career. You were accepted into a university specializing in biomedical engineering with a strong focus on exercise science.

This was your dream, not necessarily the same path as Iwazumi’s to become an athletic trainer, no, however you had wanted to be a doctor whose focus would help restore and maintain older athlete’s bodies even post retirement. Helping those who had maybe one or two career setbacks was something which had captivated you the more you began to focus on the life sciences of your high school careers and with the help of those teachers, they had written for you a brilliant recommendations to boost your acceptance after passing the various university exams.

[13:43]

In your office nearly a decade later from high school graduation, sits your newest patient. He comes from Argentina, like your nurses tell you, but the rumor that he had come on a friend's recommendation is what actually piques your interest. Well, to be fair, two of your friends' personal recommendation are what causes you to raise your eyebrow. The nurse on duty that day takes his vitals as normal, asks him the routine questions before giving him the proper spiel of, "sit tight and the doctor will see you in a few minutes."

Oikawa Tooru has come home for several reasons. The only one on the top of his list is coming home for an exhibition match game he was invited to by the former captain of Nekoma and now representative of the JVA. However, when word reaches Iwazumi's camp in the national team's gym, he smirks, sending a text halfway across the world. Your name is thrown into the mix of doctors who are willing to examine older, closer to retirement age, athletes. Considering this was not how he had wanted to spend his second day back in his home country, Oikawa Tooru asks to book this appointment to get an all clear before playing the V-League exhibition match Kuroo talked him into attending.

You are reading over the file of the new patient outside of the room in the hallway. You scan over the various ticks he had made on the questionnaire along with your nurse who says that his young son looks up to Oikawa-san as a professional volleyball player.

"Repeat that one more time, Sato-san," you clear your throat when Sato-san repeats what he had said earlier.

"My son is as huge fan of Oikawa-san," he points to the name at the top of the document in your hand.

Right there, next to Sato-san, the nurse's pointer finger, is the kanji of the name of a person you thought about since your high school, university, and medical school graduation days. You clear your throat, thanking Sato for his time measuring the vitals of the next patient in the room you're about to enter.

"No prob doc," is all Sato says when he walks back to the nurse station leaving you to enter the examination room where an old flame sits.

You take a deep breath prior to knocking and entering. You open the door and you see OIkawa bent over on the examination bed, reading something on his phone. His hair is cropped shorter, his shoulders are a bit broader, his skin a bit tanner, and for lack of better words, his muscles quite filled out the rest of him. He's still humming a tune you're unfamiliar with until your shoes enters his field of vision.

"Hello Tooru," your voice causes him to freeze and immediately causes his eyes to avert away from his phone. "It's been a while."

Oikawa's coffee-colored eyes study your face and the recognition hits him like a truck. Although he is dressed in a sky blue buttoned blouse and dark jeans compared to your teal scrubs and white lab coat, he stands up, arms extended to crush you in a hug. His patient file falls to the floor when you hug him back.

You hear him for the first time since that argument long ago, voice wobbly and all, "I missed you."

#haikyuu x reader #oikawa x reader #an hq: timeskip story #soft sora hours: ft oikawa tooru #🌻— flying around collecting pollen—queue #sora scribbles 2023

[roxygen22]

Still Here

Chapter 2

Summary: Flashback to your breakup with Timothée your senior year

C/W: Breakup

A/N: I have nothing against stay-at-home parents and homemakers. Both are their own noble full-time jobs. This is just a story about a young girl wanting to break free. And yes, the irony is not lost on me that the reader ultimately ends up in the exact situation she was running from in the first place.

Catch up on the previous chapter here.

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Life was stagnant in your small hometown in Tennessee. There was nothing to do, nothing to see except trees and buildings that had been around since the 1800s. The height of entertainment for teens like you was pasture parties or meeting your friends up at the Sonic drive-in for "happy hour." After high school, the boys usually either worked for the local steel mill or lumber yard. They may opt to continue their education through the area trade schools, but that was the exception, not the rule. The girls...well, the girls typically got married and had babies.

The townspeople were closed-minded traditionalists and stuck in old habits. Families, including yours, had lived there for generations. You were lucky to even find someone to date who you weren't related to by blood or marriage, and that was only because Timothée's family was a more recent addition to the town census.

You yearned for more. You were made for more. You felt it in your bones. You had no desire to be a doctor or a nurse, but you were fascinated by biology classes and a whiz in physics. And you wanted to help people. The school counselor fanned the flames by introducing you to biomedical engineering as a potential degree program.

You wore a groove in your dirt driveway with the number of times you walked to and from the mailbox every day, multiple times a day. The response letters from your numerous college applications were due in any time now. Your efforts usually yielded nothing except for bills or ads for your parents. But today, there was white envelope with your name, along with a blue and gold logo in the return address: UCLA.

Your hands shook. Your heart was about to pound its way out of your chest. The world silenced around you as your tunnel vision bore into the paper in your hands. You plunged a finger under the lip of the envelope to break the seal. You took a shuddering breath as you drew the paper out.

"Dear [Y/N] [L/N], we are happy to inform you..."

You didn't even finish reading before you started screaming and dancing in the driveway. Then you took off running back to the house to share the news with your mother.

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Your parents were proud of you, but of course, they were not eager to see you pack up and move across the country. You tuned them out until they said something about being in for a rude awakening because you didn't know what life was like out there, to which you said, "That's the whole point."

You grabbed your car keys and stormed out the door. You were determined not to let them kill your excitement. They just couldn't picture a life for you outside of their bubble. You drove around the backroads with your windows down and music loud, trying to drown out the replay of your parents' conversation. Without much thought, you eventually found yourself driving around the town square. You saw Timothée's truck outside of the hardware store. You checked the time - he should be finished with his evening shift soon. So you parked and walked over, lowering the tailgate to sit.

The two of you had been friends as long as you could remember and sweet on each other for years. You became an official item when you were sophomores and had been joined at the hip since.

Seeing the store's door open shook you from your thoughts. You saw him exit, head down and hands in his pockets. Right on time. You loved how his face lit up when he saw you across the street. He checked for traffic, then jogged over.

"Hey, baby! I wasn't expecting to see you tonight." He pecked your lips with his and placed his hands on your knees.

"Hopefully, it's a pleasant surprise," you replied with a raised eyebrow and a playful smirk.

"Oh, very. The highlight of my day." He kissed you once more, deeper this time, and flashed that crooked grin you loved so much. "Though my curiosity is piqued by this unusual visit on a school night."

You held out the envelope for him to see. "I got in, Timmy. And they are awarding me a full ride! My parents won't have to worry about how to finance things and I won't have to take out student loans."

Timothée took the envelope in hand and brushed his thumb over the logo. "California, huh?" he asked quietly.

"Last I checked, that's where Los Angeles is located," you chuckled.

"You're serious about this, aren't you?" His brows were furrowed, and his typically full lips pressed into a thin line.

Your mouth fell open in shock. Why couldn't anyone just be happy and excited for you today? "Of course I'm serious. That shouldn't be a surprise. You even encouraged me to apply to out-of-state schools!"

Timothee held a hand to his forehead and stepped back. "Yes, because I didn't want you to wonder if you could get in. But, I didn't think you would seriously consider packing up and moving across the country if they accepted you!" he shouted and threw his hands in the air.

Your voice seemed like a whisper compared to his current tone. "If I don't leave now, I will never get out of here. I HAVE to get out of here. This place is a black hole. It eats your hopes, your dreams, your ambition. I have a lot to offer the world, and I can't do that from here. I don't want to be stuck, like our older friends, my cousins, my PARENTS. I'll just end up with a baby on my hip playing Suzie Homemaker and making nothing of myself."

"Starting and taking care of a family isn't nothing, [Y/N]. I thought...I thought we would be together forever. That WE would have that family."

"One doesn't preclude the other, Timmy. Come with me."

Timothée quietly scoffed as his eyes fell. "I have no prospects in California."

"And there's nothing for me here."

His head shot up in shock. The hurt was evident on his face. "Nothing? NOTHING?! Wow, [Y/N]."

"Timmy, that's not-"

"Just go, [Y/N]." His lip wobbled. "Obviously you think you are too good for this town. Too good for me. It's better that we call off...whatever this is...now so you can completely start over."

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Chapter 3

Masterlist

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Tag List: @croatianprincess

#timothée chalamet #timothee chalamet #timothee chalamet x reader #timothée chalamet x reader #timothee chalamet x you #timothee x reader #timothée x reader #timothée chalamet imagine #single mom #single parenting #angst #eventual happy ending #single parent #divorce #high school sweethearts #timothee chalamet fanfiction #timothee fanfic #whump #female reader #mom reader #reader insert

[freifraufischer]

Let’s talk about German gymnastics...

The above picture is Pauline Schäfer-Betz (25--who has the amazing middle name of Sieglinde), Kim Bui (33), and Elisabeth Seitz (28).  Between them they have been on 8 Olympic teams and Bui was an alternate for the 2008 team.  Every so often someone in the gymternet (even the actual Gymter.net) will wring their hands and worry about the fact that Germany is leaning on these older athletes and be concerned that there aren’t people to replace them when they retire.

This is a cultural misreading of German gymnastics philosophy.

But to explain why let’s first start with these three amazing women.   Schäfer-Betz was the 2017 World Champion on balance beam, and took a silver medal on beam at the 2021 World Championships, and bronze at the 2015 World Championships making her one of the most decorated beamers currently competing not named Simone Biles.  She also is one of my favorite floor workers of all time.   Schäfer is known for having lower difficult but winning with extremely clean execution (though she has a criminally under valued beam skill named after her that will looks impossible when you see it).  @darthmelyanna calls it witchcraft which is rather fitting when you watch her beam choreography.

Eli Seitz has made 3 straight uneven bars finals (6th in London, 4th in Rio, 5th in Tokyo), having won a world medal on the bars in 2018 and came in 9th in the Tokyo Olympic all around.  Here are her Olympic bars routines:  2012, 2016, 2020(1).

Kim Bui’s gymnastics resume isn’t quite as storied though she is a regular AA and event finalist at Europeans, Worlds, and Olympics and provides solid team scores.  Here are her events from 2021 Europeans.  To me she lovely to watch because of how much joy she brings to every performance, but the remarkable thing to know about Bui besides that she’s a high level international gymnast at 33 years old is that she has a masters degree in biomedical engineering and spends half her day in a laboratory doing cancer research.  In case you were feeling accomplished about yourself today.  Except Bui would tell you that you are doing great because she’s that kind of person.

These are not women who are “holding on”, they are still highly competitive athletes at the top of their game who are also leaders beyond their sport.  In 2021 these three women began a movement in German gymnastics to show that gymnasts didn’t have to wear leotards but had other options if they didn’t feel comfortable.  In their statements to the press they talked about not liking the kinds of pictures they found of themselves after competitions and the way people talked about their bodies rather than their sport.

Because gymnastics fans are used to seeing a name for a quad or two the fact that they see these three women consistently from Germany makes a lot of people reflexively assume that there aren’t those younger gymnasts that would replace them.  The reality is that they are a core of a team that often includes younger gymnasts (who often also medal with non-Schäfer/Seitz/Bui Germans taking medals in 2016 and 2017.  A lot of the handwringing compares the Germans to the Romanians who kept sending older great athletes to competitions while burning through young ones.  I think this is a misunderstanding of the German program which emphasizes wanting longer sustainable careers rather than immediate medals.  Seitz went to 12 straight world or Olympic games before finally taking a break for the 2021 Worlds (which was only months after the Olympics).  Bui has had ACL injuries and come back better than she was before.  

Gymnastics as a modern sport was born in Germany as both military training and philosophy for a whole and healthy life.  The modern German program has jettisoned some of the... more problematic... elements of turner philosophy and embraced a modern one which I think they see Kim Bui and her scientist/world class athlete life as the example of.  They are proud of their young talents but they want their young talents to be around for a very long time.  

And I think a good example of this is going on this week at the European Youth Olympic Festival.  A large multisport competition for juniors.  Helen Kevric, who might be the single most exciting junior gymnast competing right now who will turn senior just in time for Paris, won the all around title and lead the German team to silver ahead of much more “traditional” gymnastics powers.  She has 3 days straight of finals this week and on the first rather than throwing all the difficulty she was capable of which likely could have given Germany a gold medal she instead was allowed to throw slightly less difficulty to save her body not just for the next few days but for the next few years.  The Germans took a silver today not because they lucked into it or because they weren’t good enough, but because sanity tells them that a single European Youth Olympic Festival gold is not worth unnecessary risk to a young athlete.  Something that would be unthinkable in almost any other country.

Do not mistake people prioritizing sustainable careers for decline.  I try not to get my heart set on juniors.  So many of them never make it to the senior ranks or burn out early.  I’m still holding by breath to see Kevric in Paris because she’s a stunning gymnast.  But I am more confident that I will see her there than a junior from any other country.  And I hope that in eight years I’ll still be writing about how amazing Helen Kevric is.

#gymnastics

[lynariadne]

Imagine all our demigods being demigods, BUT, they’re also world-wide stars.

Percy is known to the mortal public as “The Hero” because he is named after Perseus. Girls and boys love his delinquent smirk, the way he sings with his heart and soul and seems so sad when he is on stage. He is a solo singer, but he often makes feats with Piper McLean, also a singer and a model, and from their instagram stories, they seem to be best friends. But the press is on about something else on him, his criminal record. Even though he is always acquitted or the case is abandoned, he was still the famous 2005 hunted kid who got kidnapped, had a rifle duel with his kidnapper. And was rumoured to have blown up the St.Louis Arch and made a fire in his High school. But the conspirators on the twitter and 4chan find plot holes in his story.

The public knows Percy is dating famous choreographer and dancer Annabeth Chase, who also got kidnapped along with him. She also makes appearances on multiple TV series along with famous Artist and actress Hazel Levesque. But hold on ! Doesn’t Hazel Levesque look a lot like this girl from the 40s ? And they share the same last name ? Is she a descendant of hers ?

And The public and press notices that she is close to another famous person, Jason Grace. The winner of the Fencing summer Olympics. But hold on ! Doesn’t he also seem familiar ? Wait, isn’t he the son of famous Hollywood singer and actress, Beryl Grace ? Also known as Beryl Disgrace ? People start calling him Jason Disgrace after he fails a duel, he begs them on twitter to stop because he feels uncomfortable. Is he actually her son ? If so, where is his older sister, Thalia Grace, who was known to be the cutest child model for America ? Why did they disappear so suddenly, and why, did they not come to their mother’s public funeral ? Were they that shielded from the public ?

Jason Disgrace is seen a lot with Percy Jackson and Frank Zhang. Frank, who is a The winner of the Weightlifting Olympics, and participated in the Archery olympics, he is also known to be Hazel’s partner. How do so many known and famous people be mutual best friends ? But wait, there’s more…

Both Hazel Levesque and Jason Grace and their friends seem to be friends with two other people. Nico Dii Angelo and Will Solace. Let’s start with the easy one, Will Solace, a.k.a, Wilhem Andrew Solace. He won the the Archery Olympics, where he participated with Frank Zhang, who seems to also be his friend. But outside of that, he was spotted at Columbia University, where he apparently studies PhDs in Biomedical Sciences program. He posts multiple photos with his best friends, especially one in particular ; Nico Dii Angelo.

Nico Dii Angelo is a mystery to the public, he never posts anything on his instagram except for puppy pictures and McDonald’s menues and food. Multiple people have spotted him on multiple trains or boats, sometimes even on the same day, but in places too far to travel in in just one day. So how does he do it ? Wait, hold up, is he another time traveler ? Niccolo Dii Angelo, an Italian young boy who lived in America after immigrating from Italy in the 40’s, has a striking resemblance to Nico Dii Angelo, from a screenshot taken from a McDonald’s security camera when he was 11. Why is he so known ? Well, Niccolo Dii Angelo, was apparently the son of a mafia family, which might be the reason they might have fled to America. Even though it is not confirmed, there might be a liaison between Niccolo Dii Angelo and Nico Greco, Nico Greco being a fake name to hide his new identity.

Niccolo Dii Angelo and The Levesque girl are both from the 40s, coincidence ? At multiple times Hazel Levesque and Nico Dii Angelo call each other siblings, even though they look nothing alike.

Adding onto this, there is also an 8th member to this conspiracy, Leo Valdez. He has more ran away more than 3 times from foster homes, which he got in because his mother died during a fire due to a problem with a malfunctioning machine. He is seen on the backstage of both Piper’s and Percy’s concerts, fiddling with a broken machine. Sometimes he steps up on stage to fix a technical problem, and laugh along with the public. He is also seen with Jason Grace, helping with equipments in the Olympics. He can also be spotted on some famous series stage where Hazel or Annabeth play. He is also quiet present on all of these people’s instagram and twitter accounts, where he can be seen close to fire or machinery, in plus of his own twitter account.

So, How does Percy Jackson, a kidnapped kid and now singer and model for top brands, date Annabeth Chase, a prodessional Choreographer, dancer and actress, and also a kidnapped kid ? How are they both friends with Piper McLean, Daughter of World wide known star Tristan McLean, and known singer and Model ? And how are these three both friends with Jason Grace, that some thought was dead ? And do they all know the time travellers Hazel Levesque and Nico Dii Angelo ? And how is Gloomy Nico Dii Angelo dating sunshine boy Will Solace ? And Hazel Levesque dating Frank Zhang who is friend with all of them. And who is Leo Valdez ? Is he just an Npc with a backstory or just a friend ?

Are they all interconnected ? What are the dots left to connect all of this ? What is this mess ?

#heroes of olympus #percy jackson #pjo #pjo stuff #rick riordan #riordanverse #pjo headcanon #pjo text post #PJO alternat universe #percy and annabeth #leo valdez #jason grace #nico di angelo #will solace

[umichenginabroad]

Lessons Learned (The End)

After 18 weeks of living in Sydney, my time has come to an end. It’s common to hear that peoples’ study abroad experiences were some of the best times of their lives, and I am honored to now fall into that cliche. I think the hardest thing in the coming weeks will be to not burst out into conversation about how much I loved Australia and all my travels (as well as relearning to walk on the right side of the sidewalk). My time here has truly become such a big part of who I am, and I will never let that go. I am comforted by the fact that I will one day return to Coogee beach, hopefully for even more than a few months, and nothing will get in the way of that. 

I think the best way to wrap up my time abroad would be to summarize some of the biggest lessons I have learned.

Have fun planning trips, but don’t forget to schedule in time to rest. If you’re the average student studying abroad, you probably want to see as many places as possible in a short period of time. This means packing trips with activities and sightseeing. And, don’t get me wrong, I am all for getting the most out of your trip, but it’s not worth sacrificing hours of sleep for a flight that's $10 cheaper and will leave you feeling tired all day which will likely seep into the rest of the days. This tip might not apply to everyone, but if you’re like me and need your 6-8 hrs of sleep, I promise you won’t enjoy your trip any less if you choose to sleep in a little. 

Don’t skimp on the local traveling! I know so many people who study abroad and only plan weekend travels to other countries or cities before even considering looking in their own backyard. Don’t get me wrong, Sydney can be appreciated in just a few days by the average tourist, but locals have so many different neighborhoods with unique cuisines, activities, and events to choose from. Just choose a direction, find a bus or train, and see where you end up in an hour! I would never have ended up at Watson’s bay if not for this philosophy (see last picture of previous post).

Adaptability and patience are key. Especially when traveling with friends, there are a lot of thoughts and opinions in the air. Learning to take into account different desires and compromise takes time. The patience comes into play when you’re waiting for everyone to get out of the house! The reason my hostel’s trips were (more or less) successful was because everyone was flexible, made sure to stick together, and the people who didn’t help in the planning process knew they were in no place to complain.

Where you live matters. A lot. While most schools offer international students housing, this was not the case with UNSW. My choice to live on Coogee Beach was definitely one of the best decisions I have ever made. There is simply no feeling like walking out of the building you live in, looking out into the vast ocean, and just sensing your smile grow like a rainbow appearing after a storm. Do research on your options, try to find roommates, and live it up!

These are the most important of countless lessons I learned while living abroad the last 4.5 months. I now look forward to re-acclimating myself to the US and relearning how to walk on the right side of the sidewalk. Thank you for tuning in with me for the past weeks – I hope one day, you will find yourself in Sydney. Cheers!

David Bayer

Biomedical Engineering

University of New South Wales in Sydney, Australia

#umichenginabroad #ipewinter24 #ipeunsw #australia #davidbayer

[tvrmoils]

(  !  )   WARNING   :   brief  mentions  of  alcohol  ,  car  accidents  ,  and  death .

#01.    a  confidant  (  0 / 1  ) .     —     i  picture  this  particular  relationship  as  a  very  profound  ,    emotional  one  ,    though  they  don’t  talk  about  it  .  it  is  not  romantic  ,  and  they  are  not  necessarily  friends  ,  yet  there’s  this  intimacy  between  them  that  they  can’t  really  explain  ,  it  pulls  them  towards  the  other  ,  it  makes  them  each  other’s  shelter  .  this  is  one  of  the  few  people  ,  aside  from  her  brother  ,  sabine  talks  about  her  parents  and  the  accident  with .

#02.    an  unlikely  friendship  (  1 / 1  ) .     —     as  closed - off  as  she  is  ,  making  friends  is  not  something  sabine  does  frequently  or  easily  ,  and  this  person  comes  as  a  surprise  because  it’s  the  absolute  opposite  of  her  .  how  did  it  work ?    totally  up  to  plot !   but  they  care  for  each  other  deeply  and  know  what’s  happening  to  each  other  with  a  single  glance  .  this  is  the  only  other  person  sabine  trusts  with  her  life .     *   taken  by  sloane  callahan .

#03.    drinking  buddies  (  2 / 3  ) .     —     people  she  mildly  tolerates  ,  those  who  don’t  irritate  her  the  moment  she  spots  them  ,  especially  after  one  or  two  glasses  of  wine  (  or  scotch  ,  if  she’s  feeling  bold  )  .  i  reckon  they  often  manage  to  make  them  laugh  or  lose  their  tongue  ,  and  somehow  their  schedules  often  match  —  that’s  the  main  reason  this  relationship  developed . * roster : adair blythe , sloane callahan.

#04.    fellow  juniors / co - workers  (  open  ) .     —     any  age  ,  any  background  ,  any  gender  .  i  don’t  mind  and  neither  does  she  .  the  nature  of  their  relationship  can  be  of  any  kind  ,  they  can  be  on  good  terms  ,  bad  terms  ,  or  you’re  really  fucking  annoying  ones  .  how  and  why  is  oh  ,  absolutely  open  to  discussion .     *   roster  :  eliot  nowak  .

#05.    a  " bad "  influence  (  1 / 1  ) .     —     someone  who’s  constantly  bothering  her  to  take  her  out  of  her  workaholic  shell  and  often  ,  very  ,  very  often  succeeds  .  sabine  ends  up  following  them  whenever  they  wanna  take  her  ,  and  regretting  it  deeply  the  next  morning  .  she  gives  them  a  piece  of  her  mind  every  time  ,  accusing  them  of  distracting  her  and  being  a  bad  influence  ,  but  she  can’t  help  the  fondness  …  nor  the  smile  that  takes  all  seriousness  out  of  the  scold .     *   taken  by  yejide  muyiwa  .

#06.    an  annoying  counterpart  (  0 / 1  ) .     —     this  individual  just  …  bugs  her  to  no  end  .  whether  it’s  due  to  their  personality  or  because  they  do  it  intentionally  ,  they  make  sabine  roll  her  eyes  so  often  she’s  sure  they’ll  get  stuck  behind  her  eyelids  any  day  now  .  however  ,  she  doesn't  dislike  them  ,  on  the  contrary  ,  although  you’ll  catch  her  death  before  she  admits  her  fondness  for  them .

#07.    those  she  can’t  help  but  care  for  (  0 / 3  ) .     —     she  doesn’t  have  time  to  care  ,  is  what  she  tells  herself  ,  but  she  can’t  avoid  it  with  these  people  .  she’s  always  looking  out  for  them  in  any  way  she  can  but  refuses  to  acknowledge  it  if  you  ever  bring  it  up .

#08.    a  mentor  (  1 / 1  ) .     —     it  can  be  from  the  biomedical  field  or  any  other  ,  but  they  ,  somehow  ,  took  her  under  their  wing  .  if  it’s  biomed  they  can  know  about  the  goal  she  had  set  her  mind  to  ,  and  if  it’s  any  other  field  we  can  discuss  the  connection !   it  can  be  a  trainer  or  a  more  experienced  sparring  partner  if  they’re  field  or  tactical  ,  a  helper  for  her  research  if  they’re  intel  ,  and  so  on ! * taken by domnhall macruaid .

#09.    any  acquaintances  (  open  ) .     —     people  she  doesn’t  necessarily  hate  ,  maybe  those  who  had  managed  to  get  under  her  skin  and  past  a  few  of  her  walls  ,  and  she  doesn’t  feel  like  killing  at  first  sight .

#010.    an  enemy / rival  (  0 / 1  ) .     —     i’d  love  someone  she  constantly  competes  with  ,  who  challenges  her  ,  and  makes  her  blood  boil  because  she  doesn’t  like  to  be  challenged  .  if  they  have  this  strong  yet  unaddressed  sexual  tension  every  time  they  bicker  even  better  *moon  emoji* .

#⠀⠀ ⠀ 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙳 ‎ 𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁⠀ ⠀:⠀ ⠀agent ‎ file ⠀⠀» ⠀⠀wanted ‎ connections ‎ . #alcohol tw #car accident tw #death tw

[mariacallous]

The femicide of 22-year-old Giulia Cecchettin, apparently by her former boyfriend Filippo Turetta, has sparked furious reactions from feminists groups, activists and rights organisations towards the media, accused of reiterating patriarchal stereotypes in reporting the case.

Turetta was arrested in Germany by German police on Sunday after going missing from home for more than one week. On Sunday night he consented to be extradited to Italy.

Cecchettin and Turetta disappeared on the night of November 11-12. Turetta came under investigation for attempted murder last Friday, when a video showing his aggression toward Cecchettin surfaced. A European arrest warrant was issued the next day. 

Fears that the disappearance of Cecchettin might be another case of femicide were confirmed on Saturday, when her body was found with many knife wounds in a valley between Lake Barcis and Piancavallo in Pordenone province, a one-hour drive from the Slovenian border.

Both were 22-year-old students of Biomedical Engineering at the University of Padua. They had been in a relationship for two years that ended during the summer.

On the fatal night, Turetta came prepared with a knife and several plastic bags, media reported. After concealing her body, he left by car. His car number plate was caught on video by a surveillance camera in Austria a few days before his arrest.

Media coverage of the case was criticised even before the body was found. “While investigations into the disappearance of Giulia Cecchettin and Filippo Turetta […] are ongoing, local media begin their morbid quest for intimate details, aiming to sensationalise the story,” wrote  the transfeminist movement Non Una Di Meno, NUDM – Not One Woman Less, in a post on social media on November 15. NUDM organised a protest in Rome on Saturday night. Protests were held in several cities around Italy, organised by local feminists groups and activists.

Since the disappearance of the two, media published several articles in which the parents and friends of Turetta described him as a “nice guy”, incapable of such violence. Media also explored intimate details of the relationship between the two, published their Instagram accounts handles and published old pictures of the couple happily in love under the title “Missing youngsters: found the body of a woman, presumed to be Giulia Cecchin.”

“We label this poor journalism ‘media violence,’ which is one of the many ways patriarchy manifests itself,“ NUDM commented.

According to the Ministry of Interior, Cecchettin was the 83rd victim of femicide in 2023. According to NUDM’s data, she’s the 91st woman killed in Italy this year because of her gender by a person close to her.

Elly Schlein, leader of the opposition Democratic Party, called on Prime Minister Meloni on Saturday to overcome political differences and work together to adopt a comprehensive “Education in emotional development” plan for schools.

“Tomorrow I will send an invitation to all Italian schools to observe a minute of silence on Tuesday in honour of Giulia and all abused women and victims of violence,” said Minister of Education Giuseppe Valditara.

He also announced the presentation on Wednesday of the “Educating for Relationships'” plan, consisting of lesson to be held by psychologists during civic education hours in schools, on which the government has been working since September.

In May 2023, MEPs from the governing Lega [League] and Fratelli d’Italia [Brothers of Italy] parties chose to abstain and not support the two resolutions in the European Parliament to join the so-called Istanbul convention, the first legally binding international treaty on preventing and combating gender-based and domestic violence. However, both texts passed with an overwhelming majority of 472 and 464 votes, with only about a hundred against or abstaining.

[bpod-bpod]

Feeding Foetuses

During pregnancy, a foetus needs a steady supply of nutrients via the placenta. If something goes wrong with the placenta, foetal growth restriction (FGR) can occur, which can be fatal. Currently, there's no treatment, other than early delivery. Research into treatments has proven challenging as animal models aren’t yet well-characterised enough to provide useful results for translation into human trials. Researchers now describe placenta function and structure in an FGR rabbit model. Rabbit foetuses and accompanying placentas were delivered 5 days after inducing FGR. Placentas were analysed using computed microtomography (normal placenta pictured, colours indicate vessel diameter) revealing fewer blood vessels in the region supplying nutrients to the foetus. What's more, the delivered foetuses showed behavioural and lung problems, with subsequent testing of their brains and lungs revealing structural changes too. This model highlights how placenta blood vessel changes coincide with brain and lung problems in foetuses during FGR.

Written by Lux Fatimathas

Image from work by Ignacio Valenzuela and colleagues

Department of Development and Regeneration, Cluster Woman and Child, Group Biomedical Sciences, KU Leuven, Leuven, Belgium

Image originally published with a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International (CC BY 4.0)

Published in Scientific Reports, November 2022

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#science #biomedicine #fetal growth restriction #foetal growth #intrauterine growth restriction #blood vessels #micro-ct

[simpcityy]

Upcoming Miguel O'Hara x F! Reader

Here is a little sneak peak of something I am working on at the moment. I hope you enjoy! I am still working on Part 2 of Location: Unkown. Thank you all for the support!

Here is a little context: You are a Biomedical Engineer working for Alchemax. You also have a little hobby of coming up with Theories and research on who Spider-Man 2099 is under that mask. You don't share anyone of this hobby besides Miguel, your co-worker. Little did you know, you're sharing your theories with Spider-Mans other identity, Miguel O'Hara.

Alchemax was bustling as ever in the mornings, people starting their morning shifts while others walked out finishing their night shift. You walked into your office starting your daily morning as a Biomedical Engineer. Looking over to the unfinished medical equipment you were building suddenly made you groan knowing it was going to be a busy day today. Walking to your desk setting up everything including music as you worked alone in your office. Usually, people in Alchemax share their space with a partner but you enjoyed having the office to yourself. You don’t have to worry about mixing your projects by accident with your officemate. You set down a modified pacemaker you were building before sighing. You have to admit, it does feel pretty lonely, but you move on, knowing there is no reason to complain if it achieves you getting paid for doing what you love. 

Lunch rolled around; you placed the pacemaker down on your desk. Your eyes are having a hard time focusing on the very small components, not even the magnifying glass can help you. “At this rate, I’m never going to finish” You sigh before seeing a bag of food set down on your desk. “Hola compañera*” Miguel, who was a geneticist working in Alchemax, grabs a chair and sits in front of you. You smile, another reason why you enjoyed working here. Miguel and you were always there for each other. Some days Miguel would forget his coffee to stay awake, you would always order an extra one for him on your way to work. As you see, you forgot your lunch. “Thanks for the lunch” You grabbed the bag enjoying the smell. “Something tells me you stayed up all night.” Miguel eats his empanadas he brought admiring the pacemaker you were building. “Let me guess, you drove by my house to get a late-night empanada and saw my lights on.” You chuckle knowing his nightly drives to get some type of pastry to satisfy the night. He smiles as you catch him red handed. “Maybe” He shrugs and picks up the pacemaker. “What’s the deal with this?” You took a bite of the food he brought you looking over “Pacemaker, I’m modifying a new one, a better version to help more people in need.” Smiling, Miguel puts it down carefully before grabbing your work bag and pulling out a notebook. “Okay spill it, you stayed up at night doing this research “he waves the notebook around. 

The notebook was something you never shared with anyone, but you decided to tell Miguel about it and from there, he would listen to your theories. The notebook contains theories and evidence of who Spider-Man is under that mask. Spider-Man 2099 has caught your attention and wanting to challenge yourself , you’ve been collecting research to figure out his identity. Grabbing the book, you flipped some pages to some pictures of Spider-Man’s equipment he uses during battle. “I have a new theory!” You tell Miguel who only nods, telling you to go on. You smile, you knew it was wrong to fall in love with him, but you can’t help it. He listens to you attentively on either your work issues or personal issues like your challenge of identifying Spider-man. “Based on the equipment he uses, some of the components used to build it are only here in Alchemax!” Getting up, you walked over to a box pulling out a couple of the parts. Miguel only stays stiff at your new theory. 

Author Notes: That's all I'm going to spoil now! This might be a longer series maybe a 4 to 5 part long, but we'll see. If you'll like to be tagged when the 1st part comes out, please let me know. Thank you so much. Stay hydrated and keep on simping! PSSTT...it's out now. Part 1

#miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara fic #across the spiderverse fic #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel ohara x fem!reader

[pennykingstcn]

PENELOPE 'PENNY' KINGSTON

Age; 40 Originally From; North Carolina Town lived in when virus was released; Washington, D.C. Town Job; Laundry/Clothing (Seamstress) and Stable hand Previous job; Scientist for Global-1 Redwood resident; since the community formed

time skip hcs:

Has gotten much better at sewing and patching things up, also taught herself how to crochet.

Still works as a stable hand & takes care of the horses. Of course, whenever Leigh needs help, Penny is more than happy to provide that support.

Doesn't think of herself as an awkward person anymore.

Still holds a small bag of guilt but has learned to not let it bother her as much.

Lost Riley to old age. Takes it upon herself to steal Juno whenever she can.

hcs:

Lives by the schoolhouse and Renee's home.

Still feels as if their new life is her fault for not finding a cure for the virus and is afraid Redwood members might find out about her previous occupation, afraid of what they might do to her.

Was a huge fan of the Beckett's and even had a small crush on Oliver before he passed. Every now and then, Penny will visit Oliver's grave.

Works on perfecting her sewing craft on the daily but could mostly be found with the horses and farm animals.

Gets overwhelmed easily.

Took in Oliver's dog after his death; a red nose Pitbull named Riley.

Penelope was born to James and Velma Kingston, with an older brother to greet her in the new world. At first, the family was the prime example of ‘picture perfect.’ That was until James left - no last words, no goodbyes. He was simply gone. Security joined James’ departure, along with the big house and time with their mother. Becoming a single mother overnight rang tough for Velma, but she did everything she possibly could to keep a roof over her children’s heads and food on the table. With no father figure and their mother constantly working, Penny’s older brother, Matt, watched over his younger sister, and the two grew close. Throughout their schooling, the siblings stuck by each other’s side, sticking up for one another when prompted and supporting each other when needed. 

High school was easy in terms of the material - being a straight-A student practically came naturally. However, when it came to making friends and being social, it was no walk in the park. At times the girl could be socially awkward, never knowing what to talk to her fellow students about as she wasn’t up to all the celebrity gossip and newest trends. While girls her age went to the mall and tried on clothes as if they were in a montage from a teen movie, Penny was reading up on the latest scientific discoveries in the medical world. The body fascinated her and how the body could heal itself with proper care. No one her age wanted to hear it. When it came time for college, Penny was accepted to Duke University for Biomedical Engineering then she moved to MIT, gaining her Ph.D. Her academics and medical journal articles caught a few eyes. By the time she graduated, Penny had several job offers, and Global-1 was one of them.

Accepting Global-1’s job offer was a no-brainer. They were offering a much larger compensation, living quarters - even offered a grant for a vehicle if needed. The incentives were flashy, and the environment was promising. When she arrived, Penny realized they were all for a reason.

The contract came with various Non-Disclosure Policies (NDA). Global-1 had a very strict no-social media policy; additionally, they could tap into any employee’s phone line claiming it was to protect the integrity of the company. There were many other red flags, but Penny’s eye was on the work, which was to find cures to a multitude of viruses that could wipe out the human race. It was just like her to try and help others. So, to do just that, Penny sacrificed her privacy and social life - or lack thereof - to work for the company. 

Came the day when one of the deadliest viruses each scientist was warned about was released. Penny had been running late due to an accidentally spilled coffee. After returning to her apartment to change and practically sprinting to the laboratory, security guarded the door, holding back anyone who tried to get in, stating there was a situation and they would be allowed in once everything settled. Immediately a feeling of dread washed over the woman. She knew something was wrong. With paranoia thick in her bones, Penny returned home to pack a bag with all her essentials and necessities, leaving behind everything she knew would not serve her well. Matt lived just around the corner. Finding her brother, Penny urged him to do the same and for them to get to a safe place out of the city, and they did just that.

A few weeks later, the siblings were held up in Penny’s cabin in the middle of nowhere. News of the viral outbreak had reached them. A slew of emotions hit the woman at once, but guilt lingered the longest - and continues to. If only she had found the cure … she was so fucking close. 

They believed their stay in the cabin would be forever, or at least until some government was able to figure out a cure and save the survivors. They’d pulled in a few stranglers but eventually were pushed out by savages. That’s when they found the Beckett farm, along with the Beckett family. Penny offered to help with the farm animals and horses in exchange for shelter; they agreed. Not long afterward did the formation of the Redwood community happen. 

Now Penny keeps her past occupation a secret - telling everyone she was a ranch hand before the world took a shit. She still takes care of the few horses left in Redwood, along with the farm animals - and she's taken up fixing any clothing brought her way … her way of making up for not finding the cure to the world's biggest epidemic. 

#redwood.intro #updated: may 7th

[sistersofthesun]

I kinda want to start posting the progress I make with my thesis as a way to motivate myself, hopefully I can finish it before March ends so that I can present it in April and apply to a masters program in nanotechnology.

Alright, so all I have left to do is

So all I have left to do is

✨ finish the biomedical applications section. I already have the info, all I need is to write it down.

✨ finish the section about zirconium dioxide. I'm kinda scared of this section bc i can't seem to find proper sources I can work with so I'll have to check in with my tutor.

✨ see if I can add anything more to my experimental results, maybe I can do this with the help of my tutor.

✨ edit the introductions and change the focus of the project.

✨ conclusions

✨ acknowledgements. I already know what I want to add so maybe I'll dedicate a day to write it down properly.

✨ look for pictures. Might sound easier than it really is but pretty necessary.

I think that's it for now but hope this helps in setting a plan. Thankfully I have two days of rest from my job so I can work a lot this weekend and get a lot of things done, at least the first two objectives.

Wish me luck! I'll keep posting what I do in the next few days. 💜

#study motivation #studyblr #studying #studyspo #also kinda weird to think i joined tumblr in 8th or 9th grade and now im working on my thesis #time sure flies #also hope writing in english helps me practice #im pretty rusty

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[studyblr-of-a-biomed-student]

hey!! sorry if this ask is random, i just wanted to ask about biomed as a subject in uni?? im thinking about taking up biomed too.

is it very different from highschool?? (ive gotten every answer possible on this)

what kinds of things do you learn?? (the course syllabus is so vague. so vague)

any textbooks/resources that you’d recommend?? (there’s so many!! D: )

thank you for your time!!

Hi! First of all, congratulations and good luck on the next step of your learning journey!

It is different than high school, at least in my experience. (It should be stated that I live in America, so I’m speaking from that perspective.) Think of classes at university as different volumes in a big book that builds on itself. Biomedical science is a foundation for you to understand the human body. In high school, you learn whatever curriculum has been decided for you, and you won’t necessarily use all of it. University relies on the knowledge you get in other classes to be retained, so it can be incorporated into bigger pictures.

You’re going to learn chemistry, physics, and molecular biology along with anatomy and physiology. The human body is a very complicated machine! You will be learning how to work safely in a lab, how to use the equipment. Later training gives you specific clinical experience. For an undergraduate degree, you’re probably not going to be learning many hands-on clinical skills.

As for textbooks, figure out where you can cut corners and where you cannot. Chemistry and math don’t change, you can use older editions. Biology is constantly evolving, you’ll need the edition on the syllabus. Don’t buy books until after the first day of classes, many schools require textbooks on the syllabus but professors don’t use them. ALWAYS buy the lab manual, even if it’s just a rental.

If your professor uploads PowerPoints, print them and take notes on them. Trust me on this, if a prof takes enough time to make a PowerPoint, they’re going to test off of it. And then you can write down the supportive text of the lecture because you already have the main point down. (Professors talk fast, they have too much material to get through in too little time.)

Invest in a good anatomy book. One that breaks down every muscle, the parts of the muscle. The landmarks on bones, the different tissue types and the muscle actions. I’m out of town right now, but I can get you the name of mine when I get back home.

Additionally, find a good in-depth diagram of the Citric Acid Cycle and keep it. Everyone hates the Citric Acid Cycle and it comes up ALL THE TIME.

My last bit of advice for now - take as many anatomy labs as you can - you have to be able to identify structures by knowing the feel, the color, how they move, what they sound like. Everything in the body is the same color for the most part, and this is a rare chance for you to learn how to separate it all.

[confluence-and-drift]

So I just heard that the brother who I don’t get along with’s anti-vaxxer wife is half-dead of covid again, and is promising those who’re having to drop everything to keep an eye on her that she’ll get the vaccinations...  thought that’s about as likely as last time.  Rant below the break.

  Now when my Mum was telling me about this, I had to stop and express my utter disgust and contempt.  I flat out told her that for me it’d be a dealbreaker in a relationship, since I couldn’t trust anybody that fucking stupid to act rationally in any situation.  Now it’s worse with marriage....I fucking HOPE they don’t have kids, since then not only would the stupid moron be endangering herself and acting as an incubator for deadlier variants etc, but she’d be endangering helpless life at her complete mercy and my wee brother, he’s got  a masters in biomedical science and elected to not bother trying to convince his wife not to be a fucking idiot.  I just...can’t comprehend tolerating such stupidity at such close proximity.  It’s...staggering.   And then my Mum tells me off with, I’ll quote “Look, this is the modern day, you can’t just expect a woman to obey her husband anymore, I know this one guy (an older couple, middle aged) who begs his wife to get vaccinated but she refuses and that’s just how it is these days”.

  I had to explain to her that I’d be just as disgusted and appalled if it were a husband not listening to the smarter individual in the relationship.  It was a bit jarring since its me being abruptly reminded of what Pakistani culture is like, since my Mum, inadvertantly, makes a valid point; my brother’s dumbass wife (who is apparantly supported by her equally anti-vax family, many of whom have skirted literal death due to covid in the last few years but...fuck if that makes them change their mind, bar maybe temporarily at the peak of their suffering) could easily claim he’s being patriarchal by ‘commanding’ her....but fuck dude, maybe I really don’t understand, since I’d be like “well, here’s your divorce papers, now kindly fuck off”.   Hell, I couldn’t even concieve of even getting into a relationship with someone without knowing how they feel on these all important issues....  but then again, my brother was always a bit of a fool when it came to these kind of things and my parents effectively pressured him into a pre-selected marriage but still, I’d have hoped he had gotten to know her, but na.  I bet he just thought “cor, she’s hot, I’ll accept”.  Fucking hell, have I mentioned I find the concept of arranged marriages to be bizarre and alien?  Because I find them to be bizarre and alien.    Still, I genuinely can’t scrounge up an iota of sympathy for the half-dying fool of a girl.  I know that probably means there’s something kind of wrong with me, but maybe its my autism but I CANNOT IGNORE THE BIGGER PICTURE.  I cannot ignore the willful ignorance involved and the cost in human life and misery.   Like, I told my Mum, regarding the other couple she mentioned, that that guy’s wife is not only middle aged and set in her ways, but was raised in Morrocco, whilst my wee brother’s wife was born and raised here in Scotland and isn’t even 25 yet, with access to a full and complete education and she’s even in bloody university, or at least was, I haven’t kept up with them for obvious reasons, but it’s just....  such a childish, fucking stupid lack of responsibility, and thanks to that, she’s upsetting my mother and hell, even my brother, with her easily preventable suffering and possible death.   I have nothing but contempt for these kind of willfully ignorant individuals and the concept of actually being in a relationship with once is staggeringly offputting.  But then again, my brother always was good at ignoring the implicatoions.  Whilst I struggle to ignore the bigger picture, he’s an innately self-centred individual.  I bet he never even considered the possible consequences and apparantly just shrugged and said it’s ‘her choice’.  Yes, and it should be your subsequent choice to cut all relations with her, the fucking petri-dish of a woman.  *shakes head*.  A cynical part of me thinks that almost losing his wife might actually improve my brother’s rancid character, but that’s giving him a bit too much credit I suspect...   What also pisses me off is that my brother and his wife have been semi-regularly visiting my parents too and...my Mum is one of those ones who could very easily die from covid even with her vaccinations and my Dad isn’t that far behind in terms of how fucked he’d be due to pre-existing health conditions.  But I genuinely doubt my brother could think that far ahead... and you might think “hey, you’re being unreasonable here”....no..no I’m not, that’s the fucking terrifying part.  Keep in mind that this is the brother I punched in the face last I met him AND keep in mind that I am by no means a violent person and that it takes a LOT to push me towards such.  I also haven’t forgotten that that petri-dish of his was egging him on during that incident and he was falling for it.  I mean I guess it’d be easy for me to blame her, but I’ve known that boy since his birth, he’s the next one along from me and we basically spent our entire childhood together.  He was always a peice of shit.  I even remember how he’d steal money in three digits from my parents...even though he got caught a few times, they never realised where it was going and I couldn’t be bothered getting involved so I never bothered bringing it up that the boy was stealing hundreds out of the till that times he rather than I was helping out at my Dad’s business.    *sigh*.  It’s just annoying you know?  I loathe that there’s actual scum-of-the-earth anti-vaxxers, that my parents were foolish enough to set him up with a woman so fucking intelletually vacuuous and he was desperate and dim-witted enough to actually go for it, and now my own Mum looks at me askew for not pretending to have sympathy for the rat-licker.  I told her flat out, that if she died, I’d be more symapthetic towards her for inevitably having to help out that ingrate of a son of her’s after he publically humiliated her in front of rat-licker’s family because he doesn’t understand how much our parents suffered for him in particular.  Sure, that makes me sound like the cunt since I am literally expressing how I don’t care about someone seriously ill,  but look, if you want me to give a shit about your suffering, you need to not have a headful of utterly rancid ideals.  It’d just be dishonest of me to suddenly feign sympathy for someone like that.    On top of this, I’m ill for the second time in that many weeks and hence am in a bit of a bad mood anyway.  I don’t think its covid, but it’s not impossible, I think something like 1 in 18 people have it in Scotland atm =/. 

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