”When’s Y/N gonna get home?” Brett asked Isaac and Jackson who were
looking out from the window with arms crossed over their chest. ”She’s been
gone for a while.” Brett continued, looking for reaction.
”You heard her, she doesn’t trust us. Why should we check on her then?”
Isaac said coldly. Before Brett could say anything else they heard a knock on
the door, Brett decided to open since Isaac and Jackson still stood by the
window, looking at nothing.
This is a translation of the Gnommish written at the
bottom of the pages of the novel Artemis
Fowl: The Last Guardian, written by Eoin Colfer. Punctuation and
embellishments such as hyphens, apostrophes, and italics have been added. The
English translation is as follows:
The last will and
testament of Artemis Fowl the Second.
the final wishes of Artemis Fowl in the event of his death at the hands of the
pixie Opal Koboi.
he survive for forty-eight hours after the date of writing, this will becomes
null and void and shall have no weight in any court, human or fairy.
Artemis Fowl the Second, being of exceedingly sound mind and reasonably sound
body, bequeath my estate and advice as follows.
my father, I leave the three hundred million dollars in bearer bonds that are
hidden, believe it or not, under my own bed, the last spot anyone would think
to look, and possibly the most booby-trapped place on earth. Butler will know
to disengage the security measures.
my darling mother, I leave my stocks portfolio, including my shares in ethical
funds and registered charities, which I know she will manage with the usual
moral determination, and I also bequeath to her the department store on New
York’s Fifth Avenue, which I had planned to give to her on her birthday.
wish my brother Myles to inherit my laboratory and all its equipment, with
access to the special projects room to be granted on his eighth birthday, when
he will be mature enough to deal with other dimensions, alien, and time travel.
my brother Beckett, I have purchased a lifetime’s supply of slime, so he can
coat himself in gunge as often as he pleases. I also wish Beckett to have the
ant farm, provided he promises not to eat any of the ants.
faithful bodyguard, Butler, is of course entitled to his generous severance
package, and is under no obligation to stay on, but it would be greatly
appreciated if he renewed his contract and remained in the employ of the Fowl
family. Apart from his pension, I wish Butler to become legal owner of the apartments
in which he has lived since I was born, and the dojo where he tried to teach me
Juliet Butler, who has protected my brothers so faithfully, I leave my sound
system, which is based on gel speaker technology, and which should make even
her collection of modern music sound reasonably non-offensive. I also leave to
Juliet the three sports cars, and a lifetime subscription to the wrestling
my friend Captain Holly Short of the Lower Elements Police, I leave the
thirty-seven solid gold bars that were the price of her release when I kidnapped
her all those years ago. I know that I can never make up for that crime, but hopefully
you can think of me as a friend, when you do think of me.
the dwarf Mulch Diggums, I leave the refrigerated warehouse in London Docklands
that is stocked with enough frozen chicken to satisfy even his appetite for
the centaur Foaly, I leave the blueprints to an interstellar craft that is so
advanced, it makes his spacecraft look like hot air balloons. I have hidden the
designs inside his own system, where he would never think to look for them. To
find them, Foaly must open his own security file to me, blink eight times, and
say the words, “Artemis Fowl is smarter than I am.” I this does not work, then
at least I will smile in the afterlife.
This is repeated as many times as the number of pages
in the novel permits.
kim taehyung x reader ; biochemistry students!au genre: fluff word count: 1,350
Kim Taehyung is always focused. If his head’s not stuck between the pages of his textbooks, then his eyes are engrossed in his surroundings, quietly making observations and taking note of how much life happens around him.
His mind never halts with curiosity; always questioning the impossible and finding ways to make them into the possible. He is brilliant and rarely gets distracted from his work, which is recognized by his classmates and teachers alike. That is, until he was paired up to be lab partners with you.
Taehyung’s used to working alone, despite his otherwise warm personality that seems to attract people to him easily. He prefers it, actually, since having a partner could possibly meddle with his own work ethic and he didn’t want that to happen even if his hypothetical lab partner is someone he considered a friend.
But when his biochemistry professor announced that it was required to have a partner to complete all the experiments they were needed to conduct for the whole semester, Taehyung almost lost it. No matter how strong his arguments seemed on why he should work alone instead, even if he argued that he didn’t mind the workload meant for two if that meant he could get peace and quiet, his professor refused and he’s been stuck with you for the past six months of his third year in university.
Suffice to say, Taehyung would rather he experience the stress and exhaustion from the lack of sleep during finals week than deal with your existence.
We’ve known that breathing in or touching infectious/infected material is probably bad since before germ theory, but it wasn’t until 1943 that our first formal guidelines and laboratories for technician separation from the infectious agent were set up. It was the 1960s before the first conference to standardize personal protection equipment (PPE) guidelines.
These days we have 4 basic safety levels when working with biological agents: Biosafety Levels (BSL) 1-4
BSL 1 includes well-understood agents not known to regularly affect adult humans, and which present a minimal level of hazard to the technician. Canine hepatitis, non-pathogenic strains of E. coli, and other non-infectious bacteria. Aside from standard healthy-living procedures (washing with soap etc), laboratory equipment is decontaminated via autoclave between uses, protective gloves, and sometimes protective goggles are required.
BSL 2 includes many of the milder infectious diseases that we know about, such as Salmonella, measles, mumps, MRSA, C. difficile, and hepatitis A, B, and C. These are sometimes serious illnesses, but are not easily aerosolized in a laboratory setting. When aerosols may be formed, biological safety cabinets are used, extreme care is taken with sharps, access to the laboratory is limited during work, and all technicians are trained in pathogen handling procedures.
BSL 3 includes dangerous pathogens that can cause potentially lethal infection, such as Yersinia pestis (black plague), rabies, SARS, tuberculosis, tularemia, and yellow fever. Laboratory personnel have specific training in handling pathogenic and potentially lethal agents, and are supervised by competent scientists who are experienced in working with these agents. All procedures involving the manipulation of infectious materials are conducted within biological safety cabinets, specially designed hoods, or other physical containment devices, or by personnel wearing appropriate personal protective clothing and equipment. The laboratory usually has special engineering and design features, such as restricted access, double-door entrances, and sealed penetrations. BSL 3 laboratories are sometimes called warm zones.
BSL 4 includes the most lethal and exotic agents that there are no cures or vaccines for, such as Ebola, Lassa, Argentinian hemorrhagic virus, and smallpox (smallpox for its extreme virulence, despite its vaccine availability). When dealing with biological hazards at this level the use of a positive pressure personnel suit, with a segregated air supply, is mandatory. The entrance and exit of a level four biolab will contain multiple showers, a vacuum room, an ultraviolet light room, and other safety precautions designed to destroy all traces of the biohazard. Multiple airlocks are employed and are electronically secured to prevent both doors opening at the same time. All air and water service going to and coming from a biosafety level 4 (or P4) lab will undergo similar decontamination procedures to eliminate the possibility of an accidental release. Agents with a close or identical antigenic relationship to biosafety level 4 agents are handled at this level until sufficient data is obtained either to confirm continued work at this level, or to work with them at a lower level.
Members of the laboratory staff have specific and thorough training in handling extremely hazardous infectious agents and they understand the primary and secondary containment functions of the standard and special practices, the containment equipment, and the laboratory design characteristics. They are supervised by qualified scientists who are trained and experienced in working with these agents. Access to the laboratory is strictly controlled by the laboratory director.
The facility is either in a separate building or in a controlled area within a building, which is completely isolated from all other areas of the building. A specific facility operations manual is prepared or adopted. Building protocols for preventing contamination often use negatively pressurized facilities, which, even if compromised, would severely inhibit an outbreak of aerosol pathogens.
For the better part of the night Scully lies awake, listening to the soft murmur of voices from the makeshift campsite. Will and Matt are huddled together, whispering around a long-dormant fire. Sara’s baby cries every now and then, and the girl wakes up to comfort him. For once all of the sounds around her are soft, familiar, human, but Scully is not comforted.
Will’s blood, the baby’s, her own. The facility they burned to ashes. What truths could she have uncovered there? What mysteries could she have solved?
Will’s blood, dislodging the pathogen; Will’s body, untroubled by the changes that are killing everyone else. Every mother believes her child is special, but Scully knows she’s right.
She thinks about the pet rabbit she’d had as a little girl, remembers her own small hands touching the creature’s insides, trying to figure out what made it work. At five years old she’d been heartless. All children are sociopaths, she supposes, but she — she was different.
What if her heart only beats science? Her only son. What would you sacrifice?
On the ground beside her Mulder jolts awake. He blinks up at her. “Did you say something?”
Jesus. How loud was she thinking? “Not out loud.”
He just looks at her expectantly. It’s something he’s always been good at: knowing when she needs to talk, knowing when she needs not to.
“William,” she says. She wraps her arms around her knees.
Mulder breaks eye contact. Whatever Skinner told him back at the base, he’s been quiet ever since. She won’t ask him to say it out loud.
“I hate the idea that we’ve been pawns the whole time,” she says, staring straight ahead. “That the game was fixed. That we just played the roles we were assigned.”
On Will’s first day of school, he’d held her hand tight in his all the way to his classroom, but he never cried. Will building rockets in the backyard, shooting hoops with Mulder in the driveway, reciting whole chapters of The Hobbit from memory. Floating on his back out on the lake, the freckles on his nose darkening.
If he was given to her just so they could take him away.
“Do you still think it was worth it?” he asks, his voice hoarse. The long years, the horror and the fear and the uncertainty. And Mulder, always. Always.
She lies down next to him, pulling his arm around her waist, and breathes the poisoned air. She has never felt so finite.
Calligraphy: How To Make Your Own Gold Ink for Writing and Illustration
In a previous post, I reviewed Finetec’s Arabic Gold watercolor pan. I absolutely love this gold pan from Finetec, because it is such a satisfying gold color! However, it’s kind of tedious to have to wet the pan, brush it into your calligraphy pen nib, and repeat for illustrating an entire page. I like to use the gold ink for drawing leaves and flowers over an entire black page, and I needed something that i wouldn’t feel bad about wasting, and in a form that didn’t require me to have to brush it on.
My ink on the left, Finetec on the right.
Leaves made with my DIY ink.
DISCLAIMER: In no way is this gold ink going to replace the more expensive Finetec Gold. It’s the best for a reason! But, based on my photos, my DIY gold ink LOOKS PRETTY FREAKING GREAT and is a good addition to your gold ink supplies. Besides, it’s so affordable, you will feel no guilt using it over and over, thus giving you more freedom to experiment and be more liberated in what you create. So, on to the tutorial!
Now, you won’t turn into a werewolf until your first full moon. That’s two days from now. So we have 48 hours to find a solution.
Sounds like I have nothing to worry about.
Oh, my God, you should be terrified!
You could blind your enemies, char-broil a herd of chargind wildebeests - use your imagination.
You’re coming with me.
Oh, to hell and be damned I am!
___, you just cursed! Not well mind you but you’re a ___. You shouldn’t curse at all.
Actually I’m just a ___ so I can curse all I want… dammit!
Why does it smell like wet dog in here?
Oh! You’ll be needing silver bullets then
You’ve been bitten. Bitten by a werewolf. Now you will become that which you have hunted so passionately.
I am sorry…
May others be as passionate in the hunting of you.
It is your blood that shall keep me beautiful. What do you think of that?
I think if you’re going to kill somebody, kill them! Don’t stand around talking about it!
We Transylvanians always look on the brighter side of death.
There’s a brighter side of death?
This thing… man… whatever it is… evil may have created it, left its mark on it… but evil does not rule it. So I cannot kill it.
There’s something down here, it’s carnivorous. Whatever it is it appears to be… human. I’d say it’s a size 17, about 360 pounds, 8 and a half to 9 feet tall and he has a bad gimp in his right leg and, ah, 3 copper teeth.
How do you know he has copper teeth?
So you can remember everything about your life from the last seven years, but nothing before that?
There, there, my lovelies. Do not worry, I shall find another bride.
Have you no heart?
No! I have no heart, I feel no love. Nor fear, nor joy, nor sorrow. I am hollow… and I will live forever.
I’m at war with the world! And every living soul in it! But soon… the final battle will begin.
Do we mean so little to you?
I see the Wolfman hasn’t killed you yet.
He’s the first one to kill a vampire in over a hundred years. I’d say that’s earned him a drink.
A silver stake? A crucifix? What, did you think we haven’t tried everything before? We’ve shot him, stabbed him, clubbed him, sprayed him with holy water, staked him through the heart, and STILL he lives! Do you understand? No-one knows how to kill Dracula!
You’re a big one. You’ll be hard to digest.
I’d hate to be such a nuisance.
You killed him!
Now you see why people call me a murderer.
No, no, no. Do not fear me, everybody else fears me. Not my brides.
It would appear that the good Doctor took the key to life to his grave.
Hunt them down. Kill them both.
Then the only way to kill them is to kill you.
For me this is all personal. It’s all about family and honor. Why do you do it? What do you hope to get out of it?
Why do you think I brought you here, gave you this castle, equipped your laboratory?
You said… you said you believed in my work.
I’m sure this is some kind of sin.
Don’t worry, God will forgive us.
You make my skin crawl.
This is not all I can do with your skin.
A pity your moment of triumph is being spoiled over a little thing like grave robbery.
So this is what you get when vampires mate.
I can tell the character of a man by the sound of his heartbeat.
Don’t play coy with me, ____, you’re just like all the other pretty little ancestors in your family. Saying you want to destroy my master, but I know what lurks in your lusting heart.
I hope you have a heart, __, because someday I’m going to drive a stake through it.
My life… my job… my curse… is to vanquish evil.
How does it feel to be a puppet on my string?
If it’s not the Christians, it’s the Moors! Why can’t they just leave us alone. We never kill more than our fill. And less than our share. Can they say the same?
Werewolves are such a nuisance during their first full moon, so hard to control.
Don’t wish for death so quickly. I intend for you to be quite useful.
Oh, don’t be boring, everybody who says that dies.
Don’t we make a lovely couple?
I’m looking for a new bride, ___, someone strong and beautiful. All it takes is one bite from me.
Very few people in the Imperium were granted an audience with the High Lords of Terra.
Very few Adeptus Astartes ever met one of the High Lords of Terra, or even met one of the Adeptus Custodes.
Asterion Moloc, Master of the Minotaurs, Satrap of the Daedelos Krata, Bringer of Wrath, Spear of Judgment was one of these people.
Asterion was tall, even by Astartes,standards. Nearly eight feet of gene forged muscle and bionics encased in an an ancient suit of Tartaros Pattern Terminator Armor. A Storm Shield of a pattern unique to the Minotaurs and a Power Spear predating the Terran Unification Wars was mag-locked to his back.
The spear’s name was the Black Spear. It was not a weapon of war,but a weapon of execution. It had drank the blood of many brothers before he came to wield it and it would drink many more when it was it was pried from his cold dead fingers.
Kalim Varanor, Captain General of the Adeptus Custodes led him deeper into the Imperial Palace. Asterion had been to the Palace many times but never beyond the Senatorum chambers. The awe he felt overwhelmed him. His eyes took in every detail.
The passed by a statue of Tribune Aella Hypatia Enyo. The two walked through hallways that the Emperor himself had strode ten thousand years ago.
They stopped outside a door. It was quite large. Made of solarite and dull adamantium and coated in a mixture of bronze, silver and gold.
“Master Molec, do you know where I am taking you?” Varanor asked.
“No Captain-General.” Molec said. He felt a stab of annoyance. Kalim knew he had never been this deep in the palace, so why was he asking him? Was this a test of some kind? If it was, it was definitely testing his patience.
“This door leads to the gene-laboratories of the Emperor himself. Here is where members of the Ten Thousand not born of women are created.” Kalim said.
Moloc took a second to digest this information
“Why are you bringing me here?”
“To reward you. Your chapter has served the High Lords of Terra and the Emperor well.”
The doors opened.
Inside was various laboratory equipment, test tubes containing the embryos that would eventually become Custodes, and other esoteric devices that Molec did not recognize.
Custodes and gene-wrights in surgical uniforms milled around the room. Servitors carried crates of supplies and servo skulls hovered like overeager hounds.
The Captain-General beckoned, and Moloc followed. After a few minutes they stopped in front of a small coffin like device. The Captain-General pressed a few digits on the keypad and it opened with a hiss of escaping steam.
Inside was newborn girl.
He hair was auburn and still quite short. Here eyes were a soft brown and they regarded him with the innocence of one recently brought into the dark and unforgiving 41st millennia.
“This is your daughter.” Kalim said. “ She is a hybrid of your chapter’s gene-seed and the genetic material of the Adeptus Custodes.”
“What am I supposed to do with her?” Moloc asked. He was at a loss for words. This was the last thing he expected..
“Raise her, train her. She is our gift to you ”
Moloc remained silent.
“If you do not want her, I understand. This is a rather unconventional reward for an Astartes.” Kalim said. His voice reeked of sympathy.
He reached for the girl, and with a gentleness that shocked Kalim, picked her up with both hands.
Moloc had no idea what he was doing, but he was a Chapter Master. He commanded one of the finest Space Marine Chapters in the Imperium. He had slain Renegades,Xenos and Heretics in the billions, he had destroyed entire sub sectors and survived events that would have slain a lesser Space Marine.
Apodyopis - The act of mentally undressing someone.
Hello, Smiley Anon! I hope you don’t mind, but I have used this prompt to continue a drabble series I started a couple weeks ago featuring firefighter!Peeta and teacher!Katniss. You can find Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3 at those links. Also, nobody get used to me updating anything this fast. The job hunt is not going well, my part time job I had has fizzled out, and I am stressed and dealing with it by speed writing fanfic instead of doing the things I ought to be doing. Enjoy the fruits of my non-labor!
This part is rated M-ish for sensual content. Really, I think it’s T but just in case. Also, there are other parts of this series that will definitely be rated M…er maybe E. Stop glaring at me @peetabreadgirl. I promise it’s getting there.
Come On Baby, Light My Fire (Part 4)
Mom: What plans? What’s so important you can’t make it home?
My fingers ghost over the keys as I try to find the right words to explain to my mother that her home is no longer my refuge from the world. Prim’s presence no longer enough to turn that hollow house into a home. I love my sister. She may be the only person in this world that I am certain that I love. Maybe I loved my mother at one point, but I stopped when she stopped loving us. And while Prim has forgiven her, I can’t.
I type out a hundred things and erase them all before finally tossing my phone on the end table and stretching out on the couch with both arms draped over my eyes. I should get up and move, finish getting ready for work. But my arms and back ache.
Thom’s been driving us hard for almost two weeks now, determined to mold us into a viable team before the series tomorrow. Between work, the school play, and the additional baseball practices, I haven’t done much other than collapse in my bed at night.
Thankfully, exhaustion has kept my sleep relatively dream free. With the added bonus that as the days have progressed through the calendar, I am increasingly able to speak to Peeta without hearing the dream version of his voice ordering me to come on his cock. Vast improvement in my social skills.
I really liked the Top 5 OTP post you did. The Lavoisiers were new to me. What are some other things you love about them?
THANK YOU ANON!! about The Lavoisiers, they were ‘immortalized’ by the painter David. Maybe you know this painting?
as i explained before: NERDS BEING IN LOVE!! this is what i love the most about them (you know, like The Curies). so here a short bio about their couple:
in 1761, when she was only 3, Marie-Anne’s mother died. Her father placed her in a convent where she received her formal education. There she forged her character, with a special interest in science and drawing. At 13, she received a marriage proposal from a man of 50. To thwart the marriage, her father made an offer to Antoine Lavoisier, one of his colleagues to ask for his daughter’s hand instead. Lavoisier accepted the proposition, and he and Marie-Anne were married on 16 December 1771. Now considered as the Father of Modern Chemistry, Lavoisier’s interest in chemistry started in childhood and blossomed during his years of education. After his marriage, with the new financial security, he was now able to construct a state-of-the-art chemistry laboratory. Marie-Anne soon became interested in his scientific research and began to actively participate in her husband’s laboratory work. As her interest developed, Antoine gave her formal training in the field. The Lavoisiers spent most of their time together in the laboratory, working as a team conducting research on many fronts. She translated documents about chemistry from English to French to keep her husband abreast of current developments in chemistry. In fact, the majority of the research effort put forth in the laboratory was actually a joint effort of the couple, with Marie-Anne mainly playing the role of laboratory assistant. She accompanied Lavoisier in his lab during the day, making entries into his lab notebooks and sketching diagrams of his experimental designs. The training she had received from the painter David allowed her to accurately and precisely draw experimental apparatuses, which ultimately helped many of Lavoisier’s contemporaries to understand his methods and results. Together, the Lavoisiers rebuilt the field of chemistry. The couple never had children. This fact may explain the exclusive devotion that united Marie-Anne and Antoine. In 1794 Lavoisier, due to his prominent position in the Ferme-Générale as tax collector, was branded a traitor by French revolutionaries and imprisoned. Throughout his imprisonment Marie-Anne visited him regularly and fought for his release. She presented his case before Antoine Dupin, who was Lavoisier’s accuser. She told of her husband’s accomplishments as a scientist and his importance to the nation of France. Despite her efforts Lavoisier was tried, convicted of treason and executed on 8 May 1794 in Paris, at the age of 50. After his death, Marie-Anne became bitter. She was thrown into bankruptcy following the new government’s confiscation of her money and seizing all of Lavoisier’s notebooks and laboratory equipment. Despite these obstacles, Marie-Anne organized the publication of Lavoisier’s final memoirs, a compilation of his papers and those of his colleagues demonstrating the principles of the new chemistry. Marie-Anne eventually remarried, following a four-year courtship and engagement to Count Rumford. Rumford was one of the most well-known physicists at the time, but the marriage between the two was difficult and short-lived. Marie-Anne insisted throughout her life that she retain the last name of her first husband, demonstrating her undying devotion to him. She died suddenly in her home in Paris on 10 February 1836, at the age of 78.
science and love and death. what more could you ask for? ♥
Experiment resolves mystery about wind flows on Jupiter
Using a spinning table and a massive garbage can, geophysicist leads team in simulating the planet’s atmosphere
One mystery has been whether the jets exist only in the planet’s upper atmosphere – much like Earth’s own jet streams – or whether they plunge into Jupiter’s gaseous interior. If the latter is true, it could reveal clues about the planet’s interior structure and internal dynamics.
Now, UCLA geophysicist Jonathan Aurnou and collaborators in Marseille, France, have simulated Jupiter’s jets in the laboratory for the first time. Their work demonstrates that the winds likely extend thousands of miles below Jupiter’s visible atmosphere.
This research is published online in Nature Physics.
Can you please write one where reader sacrifices herself to save the team and ends up badly hurt and then fluff with holtzy and lots of emotions ✨✨✨
A/n: So this is the estranged imagine that I accidentally deleted a lot of, which I am still lowkey upset about. What I came up with wasn’t an exact to the original but I tried to peice it back together as best I could, so I hope you all enjoy it regardless.
(i highkey love emotional jillian)
There had been a dangerous amount of citizens in New York City that had become enraged by a chemical with high amounts of ectoplasm and radioactive properties in it. None of you were sure why it was happening or who was doing it, but one by one people had gained inhuman strength and a taste for human blood.
It spread like wildfire through the city, being given away to people on the streets as a green liquid, more and more people being injured or killed by the hour.
The serem was too advanced and was being produced too quickly for it to be some self made concoction. No this was complex stuff that could only be produced in a high tech laboratory with high tech equipment.
So you all searched through every scientific facility until you ended up in the basement of one that sold pharmacy medications.
At the very end of the hallway was a glass door, and the infamous machine was on the other side of it, pressed up against the wall. It was still operating, you could see small green bottles coming out of the side and falling into a plastic bin full of them.
“Is this the only way in?” Patty asked as you all stared at a huge lock on the wall that was coded by fingerprint.
Abby and Erin stared at the lock in total confusion, not knowing what to do next.
“We should be able to hack around it, but then what?” Jillian asked.
“The room’s too narrow to fit all
of us, one of us could fit.” Erin said as she peered through the door. “And we have to be quick about it or more people could be killed.”
Everyone immediately started volunteering, and each time the other girls argued that it should be them instead.
You glanced over at the door, seeing that the door was slightly opened. The girls were still arguing over who was going inside, so they didn’t notice you inch closer towards the door, trying not to be obvious in your movements.
Just as you had gotten close enough, you felt someone yank at your arm.
“What do you think you’re doing?!” Jillian whisper-yelled at you, the expression on her face screamed concern.
You looked behind her shoulder and saw the girls still arguing, not even paying attention to the two of you.
You smiled at her, and eased your arm out of her grasp. “Nothing, don’t worry about it. Let’s just go figure out a plan.” You said, trying to avert the subject.
She still looked at you skeptically before turning around to walk back to the girls.
You saw your opportunity and quickly pushed her foward, dashing behind the door and closing it from a button on the inside.
Instantly, Jillian was bashing on the glass and yelling your name. This drawing the attention of the other girls who were by her side in seconds and doing the same.
“Open it!” Patty yelled, trying to push Jillian away from the door before she broke her hand.
“I can’t! We need her fingerprint to unlock it!” Abby cried, pressing any button that appeared on the screen.
All while this was happening you had turned around to observe the room, letting out a nervous sigh as you pulled a metal pipe that Jillian had given you when you first met.
You could hear the sound of pounding on the door and several frantic voices screaming for you to open the door or to come back, but you did your best to not turn back around.
You walked up to the machine and started thrashing at it with the pipe, regardless of pain that was quickly reaching every part of your body.
You kicked at it as well, doing everything you could to make sure it was destroyed beyond recognition.
The girls all watched in horror, still calling for you and trying to get the door opened, but nothing was working.
You didn’t know how much time had passed, but you slowly felt yourself becoming more tired and your abuse on the machine slowed down as well.
You could feel your eyes starting to flutter shut as you dropped the pipe, falling to the ground yourself.
But that was before you heard the glass door behind you shatter into millions of peices and someone storm into the room to pull you out of it.
Everything was black for you after that, you didn’t know what had happened.
Jillian had thrown a near by fire extinguisher through the door in a final but desperate attempt to get you out.
Patty was the one to charge in, quickly throwing you over her shoulder and running out again.
It was weeks before you had fully recovered, being exposed to radiation had made you very ill, but luckily you were pulled out just in time before any serious damage could have been done.
You were plently of burns all over your skin, and it was a long time before you even regained consciousness, but when you did, you found yourself in hospital room.
The curtains were shut, letting little light into the room but when you adjusted your gaze to look down, you saw the blurry outline of Jillian sittint beside you.
She was holding your hand tightly, with her forehead pressed against it and from the movement of her shoulders you could tell she was crying.
You wanted to tell her you were fine, that you were awake, but before you could you drifted back in oblivion.
The next time you came around you felt a lot better, being able to sit up this time and rub your eyes, for the first time noticing the IV in your arm.
“Hey, she’s awake.” You heard Patty say from the doorway of your room.
“Hi, Patty.” You said with a big smile, noticing Erin and Abby walk in after her.
“Holtzmann has been here the most out of all us, said she didn’t want to leave till you woke up but we managed to get her out so she could sleep and eat.” Erin said, gently sitting on the side of your bed.
“I don’t mind, I’m glad she’s getting rest.” You said, pushing your pillows up so you could lean against them. “How have you all been?”
“Not gonna lie, you gave us quite the scare back there.” Abby said, pulling a chair by your bed. “We all thought you were dead.”
“And you would’ve been if Holtzy hadn’t smashed that door down like a crazy person.” Patty explained.
“But the main point is we’re all really happy you’re alive, we don’t know what we would’ve done without you.” Erin said taking your hand in her’s.
“You saved a lot of people back there.” Abby added.
They stuck around for the rest of evening, watching old television shows and catching up on all you missed in your time out before visting hours were over.
After a few final check-ups, the doctors released you from the hospital, but stressed that you shouldn’t push yourself too hard and to come back the instant something was wrong.
So the first stop you made was to the firehouse, knowing that Jillian would want to see you the moment she knew you were awake, might as well save gas.
When you stepped in, the girls all explained that they hadn’t told her yet to surprise her, telling you she was up on the third floor.
So up you went, making sure not to be too loud in case she heard.
You saw the one bed in the corner was unmade, blankets thrown everywhere and the sheets untucked.
The light of the bathroom door was on and you could hear the water of the shower running so you quickly took a seat on the sofa, picking up a nearby book and started reading it.
You heard the door open, and Jillian stepped out with fuzzy hair and dressed her night clothes but you didn’t look up.
“You know you should really clean up around here every now and then.” You commented, looking up at her with a smile before you set your book down and stood up.
Holtzmann ignored you and dropped everything she was holding, tackling you to the couch as she wrapped her arms around your neck.
You laughed a little as you brushed your hands through her damp hair. “Glad to know someone missed me.”
You could hear her laugh a little before she looked at you with a smile, you could see how red her eyes were and how sleep deprived she looked.
“God, you look awful.” You said, wiping away the tears starting to brim her eyes.
She sniffled a little , placing her hand on the side of your face as she pressed her forehead to yours. “I thought you were dead.” She said, starting to leave kisses all over your face.
“Nope, I’m the ghost come back to haunt you.” You teased, earning a frown from her.
“You’re such an idiot, how could you just push me away like that?” She said, looking like she was about to burst into a fit of tears.
“Because I had to save you all.”
Holtzmann burried her face back into your neck, holding you as if you would disappear if she didn’t. “Just…don’t do that again, please?”
You sighed, deciding not to argue with her. “If that’s what you want.” You said, kissing the side of her head.
history meme: 05/07 pairings | Antoine Lavoisier and Marie-Anne Paulze [fancast: Adrien Brody & Hilary Swank]
In 1761, when she was only 3, Marie-Anne’s mother died. Her father placed her in a convent where she received her formal education. There she forged her character, with a special interest in science and drawing. At 13, she received a marriage proposal from a man of 50. To thwart the marriage, her father made an offer to Antoine Lavoisier, one of his colleagues to ask for his daughter’s hand instead. Lavoisier accepted the proposition, and he and Marie-Anne were married on 16 December 1771. Now considered as the Father of Modern Chemistry, Lavoisier’s interest in chemistry started in childhood and blossomed during his years of education. After his marriage, with the new financial security, he was now able to construct a state-of-the-art chemistry laboratory. Marie-Anne soon became interested in his scientific research and began to actively participate in her husband’s laboratory work. As her interest developed, Antoine gave her formal training in the field. The Lavoisiers spent most of their time together in the laboratory, working as a team conducting research on many fronts. She translated documents about chemistry from English to French to keep her husband abreast of current developments in chemistry. In fact, the majority of the research effort put forth in the laboratory was actually a joint effort of the couple, with Marie-Anne mainly playing the role of laboratory assistant. She accompanied Lavoisier in his lab during the day, making entries into his lab notebooks and sketching diagrams of his experimental designs. The training she had received from the painter David allowed her to accurately and precisely draw experimental apparatuses, which ultimately helped many of Lavoisier’s contemporaries to understand his methods and results. Together, the Lavoisiers rebuilt the field of chemistry. The couple never had children. This fact may explain the exclusive devotion that united Marie-Anne and Antoine. In 1794 Lavoisier, due to his prominent position in the Ferme-Générale as tax collector, was branded a traitor by French revolutionaries and imprisoned. Throughout his imprisonment Marie-Anne visited him regularly and fought for his release. She presented his case before Antoine Dupin, who was Lavoisier’s accuser. She told of her husband’s accomplishments as a scientist and his importance to the nation of France. Despite her efforts Lavoisier was tried, convicted of treason and executed on 8 May 1794 in Paris, at the age of 50. After his death, Marie-Anne became bitter. She was thrown into bankruptcy following the new government’s confiscation of her money and seizing all of Lavoisier’s notebooks and laboratory equipment. Despite these obstacles, Marie-Anne organized the publication of Lavoisier’s final memoirs, a compilation of his papers and those of his colleagues demonstrating the principles of the new chemistry. Marie-Anne eventually remarried, following a four-year courtship and engagement to Count Rumford. Rumford was one of the most well-known physicists at the time, but the marriage between the two was difficult and short-lived. Marie-Anne insisted throughout her life that she retain the last name of her first husband, demonstrating her undying devotion to him. She died suddenly in her home in Paris on 10 February 1836, at the age of 78.