It’s easy to forget how vast and deep the ocean really is. About 60% of it is actually a cold and dark region known as the deep ocean. And it reaches down to 11,000 meters. Yet, this remote zone is also one of the greatest habitats on Earth, harboring a huge diversity of life, from giant squids and goblin sharks to minuscule animals smaller than a millimeter. How do so many species thrive in this underwater world? Over the decades, intrepid scientists have ventured there to find out. Traveling down through the water column, pressure increases and light begins to wane. At 200 meters, photosynthesis stops and temperature decreases from surface temperatures by up to 20 degrees Celsius. By 1000 meters, normal sunlight has disappeared altogether. Without light, life as we know it seems impossible.
But, plunge deep enough and you’ll find fish with cavernous mouths, spiky teeth jutting from their jaws, and lamp-like structures protruding from their heads, like the anglerfish which entices prey with its misleading glow. What else calls the deep ocean home?
requested by anonymous, i was asked if i could write a tutorial-type / informational post about alpha beta omega dynamics, commonly known as a/b/o dynamics. a/b/o dynamics are typically seen in various different ways and are typically used in fanfics. however, you could also use them in rps, and even in indie rp! under the cut is basically what a/b/o dynamics are, how these are seen by various people, and some questions that have been asked about a/b/o.
So up first is Monofell!sans, since I already had started pixeling him earlier and decided on just finishing it. More information will be revealed through the use of asks and once the comic starts!
To start it off: Just like most sans, he too is equally as lazy and laid-back as most others. Although, he’s not quite the same in other regards.
In most situations, he actively approaches things with a fatalistic attitude but will attack the moment he feels he is threatened. As a 1 HP monster, it doesn’t take much to dust him–and he’s willing to act on these instincts if provoked.
He also is not known to tell light-hearted jokes–his sense of humor is well beyond nihilistic to the point where any “joke” he tells would make someone laugh, but only because of how horrible it actually is.
Role in Monofell
His role is quite similar to our default sans: he is there to “greet” Frisk and follow them around the Underground… only, he doesn’t really seem to physically come close to the human and keeps a certain distance away from both them and every other monster (even Papyrus and Grillby).
If anything, he resorts to stalking Frisk than actually interacting with them, and is naturally there to greet them and deliver Judgement when the time comes.
His eyes are always black and lack white pupils–so it’s normally hard to tell where he’s looking. The only time anything forms in his eye is if he’s using his magic (AKA the blue circle).
He doesn’t drink only one type of condiment–he is sometimes seen mixing several together and downing them in one shot.
He doesn’t normally tell puns or jokes in the traditional sense; rather, he interrupts conversations with nihilistic “puns” about how life is meaningless. Only a certain crowd finds these comments humerus.
If he is approached by a hostile monster or “Spared”, his final attack is not a flurry of bones piercing their Soul. He has one cure-all defense mechanism for enemies that come close to him–and that is that he opens his mouth to reveal his perfect lockjaw and bites down. (He has two sets of teeth: his outer flat ones, and his inner sharp ones. The flat ones are used to grind down his opponent’s health while his sharp ones hold them in place and make escape nearly impossible without heavy damage.)
Just to get myself slightly started in regards to writing! Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader Warnings: None Plot: Y/N is a Gryffindor in the same grade as Harry, Ron, and Hermione…and unmistakeably Draco Malfoy. She has trouble coming to terms with her own feelings, even when others around her notice it before her. She suddenly is pushed into reality when she realizes how she feels about a certain Slytherin.
Y/N sat across from one of her best friends, Ginevra Weasley - also known as Ginny. Ginny, incredibly observant, saw her eyes dart back and forth from her to somebody behind her. “Is Peeves behind me?” she asked, covering her head and turning quickly.
Flustered, Y/N shook her head quickly and said, “No! Not at all! I was just…er…looking for someone.”
“Are you looking for Harry, Ron, and Hermione? They’re at the library,” she said, placing a hand comfortingly on Y/N’s hand. “Do you want me to come with you after we’re done eating?”
“Oh, no, I’m not looking for them,” Y/N said. “I was…um…looking for…uh…Fred and George!” She added a nervous chuckle at the end, scared that Ginny would suspect something.
But with the poor lying and fidgety movements, Ginny had the right to be curious. “They’re right there, Y/N,” she said, pointing a little ways away toward the twins and Lee Jordan. “We walked down with them.”
Y/N took a huge bite out of a piece of toast and chuckled softly. “You’re right. Silly me. I forgot.” Subconsciously, her eyes darted back behind Ginny.
Ginny turned her head and saw what - or rather who - she was looking at. Ginny released a gasp and whispered, “Is it…” She then started to mouth the word, “Malfoy?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Ginny!” Y/N exclaimed, suddenly, catching the attention of nearly everyone in her vicinity. She then lowered her voice and muttered, “I wasn’t looking at that.”
“Are you sure?” Ginny asked. “You don’t like him, do you?”
“Of course not! That idiot? No way!”
“It’s okay, Y/N. Everyone might be upset with that, but they can’t stop you from liking someone, can they?”
“I don’t like him, Ginny,” Y/N said with finality. “He just had something stuck in his teeth before.”
“Whatever you say.”
“Y/N! Y/N!” Hermione hissed into your ear. The two of you were researching in the library about who knows what.”
“Yes, Hermione?” Y/N asked, snapping her eyes away from what she had been looking at.
“I’ve been trying to get your attention this whole time,” she said, rolling her eyes. “If you would only just stop looking at Malfoy for a few minutes.”
Y/N scoffed. “I wasn’t looking at Malfoy!” she hissed. “But don’t say that out loud! I don’t want people to get the wrong idea!”
“Y/N, you’re being ridiculous,” Hermione said, closing the book she had been reading. “Honestly, at first, I was furious that you would like a bumbling idiot like him, but if he makes you happy, you know I won’t be able to fight you on that.”
Y/N shook her head. “But I don’t, Hermione,” she replied. “I don’t like him and that’s final.”
Hermione rolled her eyes once again and reopened her book.
“Whatever you say, Y/N.”
“Y/N, you’ve been staring at him for two weeks straight,” Ron said to his friend, exasperatedly. “It’s like talking to a wall when I’m with you!”
“Who are you talking about?” Y/N asked, genuinely confused.
“That bloody arrogant beast,” Ron answered. “Malfoy.”
Y/N sighed. “Why is everyone saying that I like him? I clearly don’t!”
It was Harry’s turn to pipe up. “Ron’s right. You haven’t stopped staring at him for a long time. We reckon you like him…a lot.”
“I would never like someone as vile as him!” she hissed. “Never, ever!”
“Y/N, we’re your friends,” Harry said. “We don’t like Malfoy at all, but we’re your friends and we can’t stop you from liking him.”
“Well, there’s nothing for you to stop because nothing is going on between the two of us.”
Ron and Harry sighed before saying in unison, “Whatever you say.”
Ron, Harry, Hermione, Ginny, and Y/N were all seated near each other in the Great Hall. Of course, Y/N had been drifting off at the Slytherin table once again, but after many many attempts to try and get her to fess up, Y/N refused to answer truthfully.
“I do not like him,” she told them arrogantly.
Deciding to let her be, the other four resumed eating and chatted about several other topics.
But Y/N’s eyes zeroed in on Draco once again. Not too long after she focused on him, Pansy placed herself next to him, whispered in his ear, giggled, and then kissed him on the lips.
Y/N knew then what she had felt. “I feel nothing for him,” she said, suddenly. But even she knew, deep down, that her words had been a downright lie.
Y/N felt empty after that. She talked little and smiled less. She even took to going places without the others, which was something that she always often did.
At one point, it had gotten severely tough for her that she had to excuse herself in Potions to go to the bathroom. It seemed that seeing both Draco and Pansy in the same room made her heart want to explode.
She hid herself behind some pillars, curled up, and let the tears fall freely down her cheeks.
“You’re lucky Snape let you out of that class,” Y/N heard from behind her.
Slowly, she turned her head. She couldn’t help but let the tears continue to fall down her face.
Frantically, she wiped them away, even though they still kept falling.
“Yeah, I guess,” she said, quietly.
Draco took a seat next to her and looked across from them at the courtyard. “You saw Pansy kiss me, didn’t you?” he said after many moments of silence.
All Y/N could manage to do was nod.
“Why didn’t you tell me you liked me?”
“Because I didn’t know, okay?” Y/N said, sniffling. “I didn’t know I liked you and now, you’re with Pansy. So why does it matter to you?”
Draco chuckled and slung his arm around her shoulder. “If you had been listening before, you would’ve heard that Pansy kissed me, but I didn’t kiss her back.”
“Well, that’s because I don’t like her,” Draco said. He planted a small kiss on her cheek. “I like you.”
Y/N smiled softly, but still had tears falling from her eyes. She sniffled as she said, “Whatever you say.” But she kissed him back on the cheek nonetheless.
Thus, just for a few minutes, the two revelled in their bliss before becoming giggling messes and going back to Potions.
**If anyone is interested, I also do ships along with oneshots for Harry Potter and Disney!**
A/N: I’m so sorry I took so long to post the new chapter! I’ve been busy these past couple of days and was supposed to post it last night but never had the chance to; also, thank you all for the birthday wishes, they were much appreciated! This is a pretty sad/heartbreaking chapter but it’s v important so…enjoy!
Word Count: 5.1K+
Warning: Mentions of death…angst! Surprisingly, I don’t think there’s profanity?
It would be a complete and total lie if you hadn’t known that Kylo loved you, it was obvious–at least in your eyes–that the man felt this way towards you. Even when you teased him then about how he loved you, you knew it to be true…you just never wanted to believe it. You did everything in your power to discourage yourself, saying the man could never love or possibly feel it, but you were wrong…so, very wrong. He could feel it, and he could feel it in a way that it made your heart ache.
researchers looked at two versions of the gene variant, or “allele”
known as 5-HTTLPR, and found that people with the short version were
more likely to smile and laugh while looking at
cartoons and funny clips from the movie Strangers in Paradise.
They found that people with the short allele displayed a more genuine smile and laugh than people with the long allele.
previous research has found that people with the short variant were more
vulnerable to depression and anxiety, this study also shows that they
are more responsive to the emotional highs of life as well.
the short allele is not bad or risky,” said Dr. Claudia
Haase of Northwestern University, coauthor of the study. “Instead, the
short allele amplifies emotional reactions to both good and bad
Named as such for lack of a better term, despite the punny name, these creatures are quite dangerous. Made up of no more than simply a morass of eyes, Eye-balls are found on occasion in forays into
and are of unknown origin. Each mass is made up of no less than one hundred eyes of various colours and from various creatures. It is believed that the creatures add to their mass and number by extracting eyes from those they attack. It is also believed they somehow reproduce by ejecting a number of eyes to create a new Eye-ball, though when this is done into a body from which they have already extracted the eyes - and usually a large portion of the brain matter - it can create a new creature. When the body is that of a human they are currently termed Homo oculus and the Italian and Thai Departments of Mystery are known to have, between them, three specimens kept for study.
It is unknown how they feed, what they feed on, why they exist, how they came to exist or where they originated. Some study of Homo oculi specimens has suggested they were likely created, possibly by a spell gone wild, and possibly by any of the creatures known to exist in
Arṣatum. From this, it is speculated they may have been created as guardians of some kind. Due to how they reproduce it is theorised that they may be cousins to Homo cosmii but this has not and as yet cannot be proven. Thankfully they are never seen at the surface, the sunlight apparently hurting their innumerable eyes much as it does the eyes of many
Ya ever wonder what Stephen Hawking’s laugh looks like? There you go. Contrary to popular belief, he doesn’t make his AAC device say “ha ha ha.”
His laugh is silent because he doesn’t have a larynx. He had it removed in 1999 to help him breathe and eat without aspirating. This was done long after the tracheotomy left him unable to speak, so his vocal cords weren’t of any use to him anyway.
I’m also fascinated by how his being well-known as a physicist means he’s immediately presumed as competent. So how come disabled people whose conditions make speech difficult to impossible can’t receive the same courtesy, eh?
I also found out there are conspiracy theorists (flat-earth people, I think) who are claiming Stephen Hawking is a government puppet designed to keep us ignorant. There are people who think he’s some kind of animatronic thing or a random person from a nursing home and there’s no way he could possibly type by moving his cheek near the sensor on his glasses.
I had to “x” out of the commentary when I saw someone call him a “dribbling retard” because there was no point in arguing with people like that. I really wanted to tell that person they’re showing their ignorance and lack of intelligence by believing in backwards fake science and that Stephen Hawking has more brain cells in a single hair follicle than they ever will in their woefully vacuous skulls. (Kinda like antivaxxers, huehuehue!)
Anyhoo, Stephen Hawking can still laugh. Let’s all pretend he’s laughing at the disgustingly ableist conspiracy theorists.
While others can glide, bats are the only mammals capable of continued flight.
There are over 1000 different bat species.
Bats are nocturnal (active at night).
Bats ‘see’ in the dark using a special skill called echolocation. Bats make noises and wait for the sound waves to bounce back off objects (an echo), if it doesn’t bounce back then they can safely fly forward. They can tell the distance of various objects by how quickly the sound waves bounce back to them.
Most bats feed on insects, while others eat fruit, fish or even blood!
There are 3 species of vampire bats which feed solely on blood.
Vampire bats have small and extremely sharp teeth which are capable of piercing an animal’s skin (humans included) without them even noticing.
Vampire bats can carry rabies, making their bites potentially dangerous.
Some bats live by themselves while others live in caves with thousands of other bats.
Bats can live for over 20 years.
Pteropus bats (also known as flying foxes or fruit bats) are the largest in the world.
What was I going to say? (The science of brain farts)
Have you ever been on the verge of saying something when the phone rang and you forgot what you wanted to say?
Brain fartshappen to the best of us. So what causes that annoying little disturbance to your thought?
A collaborative study between researchers at UC San Diego and Oxford University offers an explanation of how this happens. Their research focused on the brain’s “stopping system,” known as the subthalamic nucleus (STN).
The STN helps us when we’re in situations where we quickly need to stop (like when you’re turning a corner and realize you’re about to run into someone). Their study suggests that this motor stopping system might also be responsible for derailing your train of thought.
“An unexpected event appears to clear out what you were thinking,” UC San Diego neuroscientist Adam Aron said. “The radically new idea is that, just as the brain’s stopping
mechanism is involved in stopping what we’re doing with our bodies, it
might also be responsible for interrupting and flushing out our
In the study, they asked participants to memorize a string of letters. The researchers then
played an unexpected subtle sound like a birdsong or cellphone
They found that the more those neurons activated
following an unexpected subtle sound, the harder it was for participants
to recall the string of letters.
A possible future line of investigation, Aron said, is to see if the STN
and associated circuitry plays a role in conditions characterized by
distractibility, like Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder.
The premise of The Galileo Seven really hasn’t stood the test of time, but I can see why it seemed plausible in the 1960s.
As I touched on yesterday, quasars were only discovered in the 1950s and they seemed pretty weird. They were first discovered by radio telescopes (hence the original name, “quasi-stellar radio source”), but there was nothing visible in optical light at the position of the radio detection.
Eventually - in the early 1960s - optical counterparts to these things were detected, which enabled astronomers to measure their spectra (i.e. splitting the light into its constituent wavelengths). This also enables you to measure how quickly something is moving, because light gets shifted towards the red end of the spectrum if the object giving off the light is moving away from you. This revealed something very weird: the spectra of these objects implied they were moving *very* quickly: something like a third of the speed of light.
It was already known in the 1960s that the Universe is expanding. This means it looks as though everything’s moving away from us, and the most distant things are moving away more quickly. So the usual explanation for something moving very fast is that it’s very far away.
The problem with this is that quasars are very bright, and far away things look faint. So if quasars really were far away, they would have to be really incredibly bright close up. Incredibly as in not credible: there was no way anything could produce that much energy. So quasars had to be something new and weird and unknown. Hence, I assume, the standing order to investigate them, which implies someone involved in this episode was pretty well up to date on contemporary astronomy research.
Fast forward 50 years and we’ve learned a whole bunch about the Universe, including that you really can produce that much energy if you have a whole bunch of stuff falling into a black hole. The Universe is pretty amazing like that.
This presents two problems for the premise of The Galileo Seven: 1) there’s really no urgency to investigate these things, they hang around a while and there are a fair few of them; and 2) they are way too far away for the Enterprise to pay them a visit. You can probably do a much better job with a telescope on (or near) the Earth.
That said, I do like it when there are Science Emergencies in TV and movies, so I’m going to pretend I buy this. Not least because it leads to a pretty great episode with some excellent snarking between Spock and McCoy.
A curiously flowering plant, Starflowers are believed to have been bred by an unknown wix in order to open at particular times depending on the colour of their variant. Where pale pinks and lilacs tend to bloom at midnight, blues prefer about 11 o’clock, and reds, 1 am. Always managing to match the local time (which has led some wixes to believe that the wix tied the plants blooming to national legal documents specifying time zones) they are sometimes used in night gardens for how they can help one tell the time.
Quite why the Starflower exist is unknown and, despite much study, the identity of the one who bred the plants is unknown, though is believed to have been a member of a Department of Mysteries or equivalent institution, due to how the plants are tied to time. The slight light of the plants is also distinctly magical, and believed to be an expression of the enchantment which triggers them to flower at certain times.
Despite how little is known about the flowers - most attempts to interbreed them with other plants, magical or mundane fail - they are incredibly popular, are fairly popular in most magical gardens and greenhouses, provided they are warded to keep muggles away. On occasions some Potion masters may attempt to use the petals or seeds of the plants in potions, but this usually results in some remarkably dud brews, which simply turn to dull sludge.
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On August 10th, 1977, serial killer David Berkowitz, also known as the “Son of Sam,” was finally apprehended. Police claim that the first things he had uttered upon his arrest were “well, you got me. How come it took you such a long time?”