max lab


Lab Rats AU. in this au all of the kids have unique powers that they were “born” with and are kept in Campbell corp Labs to examine their powers and behaviors to determine if they will be a threat to mankind or save it.

Subject M-1-24 :   Pyrokinesis - sets things on fire with the smallest hint of contact. heat increases if angered or confused, so much so the heat is close to that of the sun. to calm his anger give him his teddy bear or contact with his “friends” . but if all else fails let him continue his rant in the “cooling” station. when done with exhausting himself out after throwing his tantrum. give him plenty of water , food (preferably spicy) and rest. 

Subject N-5-9-12:  Electrokinesis - has the electric power of 5 cities combined. but needs to recharge when done demonstrating his power. give him a good book,food and isolation from the other subjects.  

Subject N-9-9-11 : Enhanced Speed - can run faster than the eye can see. enjoys jumping around so make sure there are pads to cushion her fall. and give her 3X the recommended amount of food to replenish her energy as she goes through it very quickly.

(i thought i t was a cool idea idk)

Day Two: Lights, Camera, Family!
In which I draw too many David’s and Max’s

(Dadvid appreciation week ain’t over for me till i finish them all folks cause. I’m. Too. DETERMINED.)

So for some reason my brain just went, “Hey, instead of just one AU, why don’t we do three!” So I did it and procrastinated way too much too, hopefully y'all like it ✨🐔👍🏼

Camp Camp AU’s:
LabRats!AU - @mysterysmiley
Camp of Rock - @soaptears

Mike Wheeler: Not a baby

Pairing: Mike Wheeler x Reader (female)

Originally posted by richiertozier

A/n: sorry for not posting in such a long time, my life has been hectic and sophomore year is super stressful. I’ll be uploading more frequently from now on out though, and I also plan to make a master list soon!

Warnings: none

“Hey (y/n)! Get out of the bathroom, you’re hogging it!” Dustin yelled and loudly rammed his fist against the door.

“I’m just gonna take longer if you bang on the door!” You yelled back and continued to brush your hair even slower than before. You normally weren’t the type to care too much about your hair, and would normally even usually just put your hair in a messy bun and wear overalls. However, yesterday Mike had mentioned that he though your hair was “pretty when it’s down”, and you had been thinking about it ever since.

“I’m gonna burn your adoption papers!” Dustin called through the door.

“Dustin!” His mom yelled at him from another room, indicating that he had gone too far.

“Sorry mom!” He yelled back, but continued banging on the door.

You sighed, and put the hairbrush down as you made your way out of the bathroom.

“Finally, I can piss.”

“Ew Dustin, I didn’t need to know that.” You say to him and he closes the door to the bathroom as he makes his way in, apparently to pee.

For the past month, things had been hectic. Your parents had died in what you had believed to be a freak accident. They worked at the lab, and it had been horrible for you when they died. You had no clue where you would go, what you would do. You had no family.

However, at a funeral for those who died at the lab’s freakish accident, you’d met your now legal brother, Dustin, and his mom. She was a kind sweet lady, and you got along with Dustin, so the soft spot in her decided to adopt you.

Then, you learned that what had happened wasn’t a freak accident. Dustin told you everything, and at first it didn’t seem realistic in the least, but the more you thought about it, the more it made sense.

Like, why hadn’t your parent’s bodies been the the funeral? Why was it ashes instead, when they always talked about a proper burial if thins came to it? Why was the lab evacuated, but not the town? Why was the lab still standing, but all its inhabitants dead?

And so, after settling in with Dustin and his much too kind mother, you were adopted. It all happened so fast, and it still shocked you just how fast Dustin’s mom has accepted you and just how easily you and Dustin got along. Dustin explained that part of the reason for your adoption was because his lack of a father made Claudia feel lonely, so she had hoped for a daughter to help her family feel more full. You’d just happened to be super lucky.

You began going to Hawkins middle school with Dustin, and even though you were only months younger than him, you felt years younger. For a while, you simply hid behind him and followed him like a shadow.

However, despite feeling like an alien amongst most of the kids in Hawkins, one boy (bisides your brother that is) made you feel at home. It was Mike. Your feelings for him had first originated when you had scraped your hands up after falling off of your bike, and he had gently cleaned them up and put bandaids on them.

Most of the kids in the group had figured out that you liked him, it’s not like you rally hid it. Everyone except for Mike knew, because he was super oblivious. That’s what Dustin told you at least, but you always just assumed that he didn’t realize it because he didn’t want it to be true.

Once you and Dustin had finished getting ready, you left the house together on your bikes and headed over to the Wheeler house. The entirety of the AV club were all sitting in Mike’s basement, and playing some random card game. The boys had all wanted to play dungeons and dragons, but since neither you nor max knew how to play it, the group had opted for a card game. Max was currently kicking everyone’s ass, because apparently she was a protigy at Texas hold'em poker for some reason, so she knew her way around a card deck easily.

You were sat next to Mike, and had almost completely tuned out what he was saying, because you were busy staring at his face. He apparently said something embarrassing, because everyone started to laugh and tease him, and he blushed and became very flustered. While waving his hands around in exasperation, he had accidentally knocked a cup of water over, and a lot of it had landed on you. Without thinking, he did the cliche move of randomly grabbing a towel and rubbing at the area that had gotten wet on you, and that just happened to be your inner thigh. This only made him more flustered as he apologized after realizing how weird it was for him to run your thigh. You simply laughed it off, and muttered a soft comment about how it was okay, and about how he was cute.

While most people would be shocked by someone calling them cute, Mike acted super causal and simply smiled and messied up your hair in a brotherly manner. You became extremely discouraged. He was treating you no different than how Dustin treated you. You were only 5 months younger than him! You were in the same grade as them! Why did they always treat you like a baby?

In an attempt to not wallow in self-pity, you started listening to the conversation Mike had been having before. And surprisingly, it was about Eleven. That was the final straw, and you suddenly stood up, fighting back tears and excused yourself to go sit outside. You muttered something about getting fresh air, but only Dustin seemed to care, everyone else was either listening to Mike talk about El, or distracted by the card game.

You slipped out of the basement and into the backyard, sitting on a brick and pulling your knees to your chest. You mindlessly began tracing circles on the part of your thigh that Mike had accidentally spilled water on before.

“What’s wrong (y/n)?” Dustin asked and sat down. You almost jumped, you’d been too count up in your own thoughts to notice that Dustin had come outside after you.

“Why doesn’t Mike like me back?” You asked and sighed. You felt like you didn’t need to be subtle to Dustin, he had known for a while now just by observing how you acted towards Mike.

“Maybe he does-”

“Don’t give me bullshit… it’s probably because you guys all see me as a baby sister. Or maybe because he’s in love with Eleven or something. For fucks sake I’m in the same grade as you all, when will you guys quit babying me? I just wish that Mike would just see me as me and not as your baby sister you know?”

“I guess… I’m sorry I didn’t know that I was doing that. But I seriously think that you should tell him that you like him! You can change things around yourself you know?” Dustin said apologetically, but had a smirk on his face (one that had been permanently pasted to his face ever since he started hanging out with Steve).

“But what if he doesn’t like me back Dustin? I might ruin your friendship, or mine! I like him so much, and I’d rather have him as a friend then not at all.” You paused to think for a second. “It’s just that I always feel like I don’t belong in your group. I feel like you guys are all living as friends and I’m just watching from the outside. But Mike made me feel like an insider. He was the first one of your friends to accept me. And not to mention he’s freaking adorable and-” you cut yourself off so that you wouldn’t ramble anymore. A couple of second of silence ensued between you and Dustin before someone behind you cleared their throat.

You slowly turned around, hoping an praying that whoever it was was anybody besides Mike Wheeler. However, the universe apparently wanted to laugh at you today.

“H-hey.” Mike said and waved awkwardly at you.

“I’ll leave you two alone.” Dustin said, and made the awkward growling noise he was fond of as he walked back inside, leaving only you and Mike.

You stood up and crossed your arms in front of your chest defensively. Mike walked over so that he was standing in front of you.

“So… uh” he started, unsure of what to say next.

“Do you think that maybe we can pretend that this never happened?” You said, glancing up hopefully.

“No.” He deadpanned, and you felt your heart get crushed inside of your chest.

“Oh.” You said and you could hear how deflated your own voice sounded.

“Uh- I mean that… I don’t want to pretend like it never happened.” He rephrased, trying to sound less emtionless this time.

You glanced up, a little hopeful now, and was shaken to see that he was blushing severely. You shyly smiled up at him, and returned the shy smile.

“So does that mean that you…” you said and trailed off, taking a step towards him.

“Yeah.” He said and stepped forward too.

“Since when?” You asked and looked up at his eyes.

“Since the first time I talked to you. I’m sorry for not telling you, I just figured that since you are techanically Dustin’s sister it’d be weird. Or like that you didn’t like me or something.” He said, and you put a hand on his arm to signal that all was forgiven.

“What in the past is in the past, right?”

“Yeah.” He said, and your starring changed from his eyes to his mouth as his rose colored lips formed the word.

Before you lost the courage, you leaned forward, and gently wrapped your arms around his neck and lay them on his shoulders. You leaned your chest against his and he leaned back, so that eventually your lips touched briefly for a soft kiss.

“So.. is this like a thing?” You asked him hopefully and leaned your head back to look at him again, your and his arms still around eachother.

“I sure hope so, otherwise it would’ve been awkward to kiss you.” He says playfully and grins back at you.

“Nice” you say awkwardly, unsure of what to say next, but refusing to move away, hoping that the two of you could stay entangled like this forever.

From the basement door, you hear Dustin’s growling noise, and your face turns even more red and you press your head into Mike’s chest out of embarrassment. You hear Max and Will scold Dustin for spoiling the moment, but to be honest you could care less about that when Mike lay his chin on top of your head and you smiled into his sweater.

Originally posted by geographyofrobots


#ThankYouBones Week: Day 1   12 episodes/seasons of your choosing

So this is impossible to do. There are so many favorites, so many moments, so many storylines… These are 12 episodes out of 246. There’s a lifetime of stories not told here - every single one is worth it. But these are 12 episodes that I won’t skip if they’re airing on TV even if I’m on a rush, even if I have watched them 17447 times. There are lessons here, emotions, quotes, that it will stay with me forever actually.
Skeleton plundered from Mexican cave was one of the Americas’ oldest
Rock-encased bone shard left behind by thieves allowed researchers to determine that the remains are probably more than 13,000 years old.

A human skeleton that was stolen from an underwater cave in Mexico in 2012 may be one of the oldest ever found in the Americas. Scientists have now put the age of the skeleton at more than 13,000 years old after analysing a shard of hip bone — left behind by the thieves because it was embedded in a stalagmite.

Cave divers discovered the remains in February 2012 in a submerged cave called Chan Hol near Tulúm on Mexico’s Yucatán peninsula, and posted photos of a nearly complete skull and other whole bones to social media. The posts caught the attention of archaeologists Arturo González González at the Desert Museum in Saltillo, Mexico, and Jerónimo Avilés Olguín at the Institute of American Prehistory in Cancún.

By the time researchers visited the cave in late March, the remains were gone — except for about 150 bone fragments and a pelvic bone that had been subsumed by a stalagmite growing up from the cave floor. On the basis of these bones, the researchers think that the skeleton belonged to a young man who died when sea levels were much lower and the cave was above ground.

Dating techniques

To determine the age of human remains, researchers often measure levels of a radioactive isotope of carbon in collagen protein within bones. But in this case, most of the collagen had been leached out by water while the bones were submerged, making this method unreliable, says Wolfgang Stinnesbeck, a palaeontologist and geoscientist at the University of Heidelberg, Germany, who led the efforts to date the remains.

Instead, Stinnesbeck’s team collected a fleck of the pelvis bone and surrounding stalagmite, which contains a mineral called calcite. The team then dated the rock using the relative levels of uranium and thorium isotopes in the calcite. The deeper into the stalagmite the researchers sampled, the older the dates turned out to be; stone just 2 centimetres from the bone was 11,300 years old. Calcite closer to the bone gave conflicting results, Stinnesbeck says.

The team determined that the skeleton was older than 13,000 years by analysing the rate at which calcite had formed around the bone, and by matching the shifts in stalagmite isotope levels to those in other caves. The findings were published on 30 August in PLoS ONE1.

A diver collects a portion of a cave stalagmite found in cave that contains ancient human bones.

Alistair Pike, an archaeological scientist at the University of Southampton, UK, notes that the stalagmite set over the bone during a time of profound climate change, which could have altered the stalagmite’s rate of growth. He says he is therefore more comfortable considering the bones to be a minimum of 11,300 years old — still “very significant”, he notes.

Ancient company

Few other human remains from the Americas are older than 13,000 years. The skeleton of a teenage girl recovered from a different Yucatán cave was carbon-dated to more than 12,000 years old, and a skeleton found in another submerged cave near Tulúm was deemed to be around 13,500 years old, also using radiocarbon dating.

“They’ve done a really nice job determining the age of this thing,” says David Meltzer, an archaeologist at Southern Methodist University in Dallas, Texas. There is convincing archaeological proof that humans colonized the Americas before 14,000 years ago, but very old remains are precious. “These sites are rare as hen’s teeth,” Meltzer says.

Apart from the Yucatán finds, the next-oldest skeleton from the Americas is that of a 12,600-year-old boy found in Montana, whose sequenced genome places him on a lineage leading to present-day Native American groups. Researchers have sequenced only a few other human skeletons from the Americas that are older than 10,000 years, hindering efforts to unravel the region’s ancient population history.

A stalagmite had grown around a shard of ancient pelvic bone (bottom portion).

Getting DNA from what remains of the Chan Hol skeleton will be hard. A sample sent to one of the world’s leading ancient-DNA labs, the Max Planck Institute for Evolutionary Anthropology in Leipzig, Germany, did not contain enough DNA, Stinnesbeck says. He hopes to find DNA in the few teeth not taken by the thieves.

The theft still boggles Stinnesbeck, whose team is continuing to study the cave and its remains. The researchers recently reported the discovery of fossils in the cave that are of a new species of peccary2 — a hoofed mammal related to pigs — as well as evidence that the cave’s human inhabitants made fires.

“What would you want with a skeleton? Would you take it home?” Stinnesbeck asks. “If they had known it was very old, maybe just to have a souvenir, to have something special.”

“We went to the police and they did some inquiries,” he adds. “They never came up with anything substantial.”

the last time i visited my mom, she asked me to take my sister to her flute lesson because she needed to crash. flute teacher lives in this really nice house with a really adorable big fluffy white dog – teacher warns me that the dog is a rescue and had been abused by a previous owner so he doesn’t like new people and it’s not anything personal. so i’m not trying to pet or get in his space, just doing that silly pet-talk at dog level from across the room: ‘whos a gorgeous dog!! what a sweetie!’ it’s out of habit more than anything, and i don’t want to seem threatening and scare the poor thing. dog immediately bounds right over, tail ablur, licking and sniffing and leaning into my hand for pets. then he’d lap around the house and bolt back over for more pets. for my sisters whole lesson, i had a very insistent new friend who needed 100% of my attention at all times, especially in pet form. and i’ll tell you, no one’s approval has ever meant more to me than the approval of that abused dog. 

Creepypasta #1070: Build-A-Bear

Length: Short

It’s late where I am. I’m online looking up information about build-a-bear. They do fix their bears, thank God. They even call it the build-a-bear hospital.

I was up late gaming, watching football replays, and so-on. I shut things down about an hour ago and headed upstairs. In the foyer, at the bottom of the stairs is where the kids’ school backpacks should be, but my youngest daughter’s wasn’t there. I searched the living room, no dice. I was tired (and still am) but I figured a couple of extra minutes now would spare them getting to school late tomorrow, so I kept looking. I even went out to the garage and looked in both cars and came up empty again.

I checked the den, when right above me I heard faint thumps and even some growling. The goddamn dog was in my youngest’s bedroom, up to no good by the sound of it. As quietly as I could tip-toe run up the stairs, I headed there ready to drag the pooch out to the den where he’d spend the night.

He’d already fled the scene of the crime: her favorite teddy bear, Charlie, was missing one arm and a leg and his stuffing was out; I could even see the little silk heart they put in for the kids. Damn it. The only fortunate thing was that it was the cheapest, basic bear they sell. I scooped up all of the bits and decided I’d go pick another one up tomorrow. None of the other toys, no Barbies, other stuffed animals, etc. had been damaged.

Stupid dog! I thought.

She loved this bear, or rather, had loved this bear - now it was garbage - and would be heartbroken especially when (or rather, if, I decided right then to not let this get out, so to speak) she found out her other best pal in the world, our chocolate lab Max, had torn it up.

Quietly making my way back out to the garage, I wrapped Charlie’s remains up in a shopping bag and lifted the lid on the large trash bin.

“Sorry, dude. You were her favorite.” I muttered.

And then…

and then the I heard a muffled voice from inside the bag. Coughing, raspy, labored and it just about made me drop dead from a heart attack.

It’s… it’s okay… just tell Marie I love her. I got… I got most of them… please, don’t linger out here, go back up, you and Max will scare the rest of ‘em off…

I was terrified. I dropped the bag and ran back up to my daughter’s bedroom. Curling around the bed - well, it’s hard to describe - there were shadows projected on the walls around her bed in the corner of the room, but there was nothing to make any shadows. Nothing to cast them. 

I yelled incoherently and flipped the room light on. Marie stayed asleep (how, I have no idea), but the shadows hissed and danced around, slipping over the ceiling and around the walls in my direction. I leaned out into the hall and threw my bedroom door open, planning to yell for my wife. 

Max bounded out of our room and into Marie’s and began to bark at top volume. That woke Marie up. Every bark seemed to dissipate or shatter or dissolve the shadow forms. Everything happened so quickly. They were all gone before she was fully awake. Of course, there was crying, and a commotion. My wife came in demanding to know what happened. I just told them Max had gotten out and raised a ruckus.


So now, I’m back down in the den. I dug out the baby monitor with camera and I’m keeping an eye on it while I make an “appointment” to get Charlie repaired.

When I went out to the garage, he was still on the floor in the bag. I picked it up and laid it gingerly in a cabinet where it wouldn’t be seen by Marie first thing in the morning when we rolled out to school. 

As I closed the cabinet door, I whispered: “I’ll get you fixed up, man." 

And I’m not entirely sure, but just as I stepped back into the house proper, I think I heard a scratchy voice back in the garage say: Thank you.

Credits to: SantGamer