safety suits

mbmbam pilot highlights:

  • “this one isn’t really a tarantula” “THEN WHY’D YOU BRING IT, MARK?”
  • spider guy saying “this is probably the most dangerous spider you’ll ever see” and travis IMMEDIATELY bolting outta the room
  • the brothers clinging to travis’s arms and quietly chanting words of support as a spider walked across his hand
  • travis’s spider safety suit had a homemade nametag
  • in true littlest brother fashion, griffin ratted on travis to their dad, on camera. i cannot fucking believe this.
  • hope you enjoy the experience of simply cybersex. blast off into cybersex joe biden
I’ll never stop trying, I’ll never stop watching as you leave. I’ll never stop losing my breath every time I see you looking back at me. I’ll never stop holding your hand. I’ll never stop opening your door. I’ll never stop choosing you babe. I’ll never get used to you.
—  Never Stop, Safetysuit
4

Biosafety Levels 1-4

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.

BSL 4 labs are hot zones.

Having fun this weekend? 

These researchers in Monterey Bay National Marine Sanctuary are testing out their “gumby suits” before heading out to sea. Gumby suits, or survival suits, are designed to keep people safe and warm in the event of a capsized or sinking vessel. Safety drills help researchers and crew be prepared in the case of emergency – plus, you have to admit the suits are pretty fashionable. 

(Photo: Karen Grimmer/NOAA)

Not to be unsympathetic, but if your lab safety technique is that piss-poor you only have yourself to blame if you die a horrible death.

Happy Valentine's Day!

Here’s a shippy playlist in honour of this not-so-holiday holiday. I tried finding songs that didn’t use words like “girl” or “boy” in them so whatever you ship makes sense with the song. Enjoy the playlist!

A Thousand Years // Christina Perri
Accidentally In Love // Counting Crows
Ammunition // Krewella
Armor // Landon Austin
Before You Go // Common Kings
Beside You // Marianas Trench
Cooler Than Me // Mike Posner
Crush // David Archuleta
Cupid’s Chokehold // Gym Class Heroes (main lyric is “girlfriend”; apologies!)
Down // Jay Sean
Dukes // Repartee
Find A Way // Safety Suit
For The Nights I Can’t Remember // Hedley (has “girl” in it; sorry!)
Forget About You // R5 (I think it might say “girl” in it? Can’t remember)
Hole In My Heart // Luke Friend
House Of Cards // Tyler Shaw
Hurricane // Bridgit Mendler
I Just Haven’t Met You Yet // Michael Bublé
I Won’t Give Up On Us // Jason Mraz
I’m Yours // Jason Mraz
If I Had You // Adam Lambert
If I Lose Myself // One Republic
Jet Lag // Simple Plan (guy and girl singers)
Kiss You Inside Out // Hedley (mentions of “girl”/female pronouns I think?)
Lego House // Ed Sheeran
Never Say Never // The Fray
Never Stop // Safety Suit (suggests that the other is female; sorry!) Not A Bad Thing // Justin Timberlake
Once In A Lifetime // Landon Austin
One Last Night // Jesse Labelle Ft. Nixon (can’t remember if there are girl pronouns)
One Wish // Tyler Shaw (can’t remember again)
Out Of My League // Fitz and the Tantrums
Please Don’t Go // Joel Adams
Ready Or Not // Bridgit Mendler (has “boy” in it)
Red // Tyler Ward (has “her” in it)
Sad Song // We The Kings (guy and girl singers)
Say You Like Me // We The Kings (can’t remember)
Ships In The Night // Mat Kearny
So Cold // Ben Cocks (more of a breakup/conflict ship song, mentions of cheating with another girl)
So Sick // NeYo (more of a breakup/conflict ship song, has female pronouns I’m pretty sure)
Stereo Hearts // Gym Class Heroes Ft. Maroon 5 (can’t remember)
Stop Standing There // Avril Lavigne (male pronouns I think?)
Summer Paradise // Simple Plan (female pronouns I think?)
The Only Exception // Paramore
Use Somebody // Kings of Leon
We Could Happen // AJ Rafael (female pronouns I think?)
When You’re Gone // Avril Lavigne (sad ship song; gone = breakup/death/leaving?)
Why Can’t I // Liz Phair (male pronouns I think?)
XO // The Eden Project (breakup song; has “girl” in it I’m pretty sure)
Your Man // Down With Webster (has “your man”, “girl” and idk what else)

I hope you all find a song that goes with your ship. HVD!

Swerve X Reader – A Human Crewmate - Chapter 3

Chapter 3 – The Big Announcement

A/N – Based on a lot of @rocksinmuffin head-canons so extra special thanks to them for that. Without further ado, let’s introduce more of the crew ^_^

Warnings – None.

Rating – T


After a good night’s sleep and a shower, you felt phenomenally better, until there was a loud rapping at the door. Your heart raced at the unwelcome sound because the few bots that you knew, apart from Ultra Magnus and Rung, entered without knocking but it was definite, you’d never heard this knock before. You kept quiet, waiting to see if the mystery visitor would leave.

“Human, I’m co-captain Megatron, please may I enter?”

You released the breath you’d been holding, Rodimus had warned you this might happen.

Finger combing your still wet hair and attempting to look a little better than possible in the bath robe made from an old cleaning cloth, you called, “Sure, come on in.”

Megatron entered stiffly, frowning uncomfortably at the situation; he’d planned on avoiding you completely but with the upcoming announcement, it wasn’t possible. You meanwhile, were eager to be on your best behaviour, especially since the ex-warlord had overcome his previous issues with organics to visit you.

“Hello,” You greeted, almost shyly.

Megatron merely nodded in response, looking slightly more formidable with his red-eyes trained upon you.

The two of you stood in awkward silence for countless minutes until it became clear you’d have to speak first.

“I’m glad you came, it was-”

“You should leave,” he cut you off.

“Excuse me?”

Megatron hated himself for the upset expression on your face; he’d put that there. “This ship is no place for humans. I’ve met with Rodimus and Ultra Magnus, the decision has been reached that I shall offer you a choice. You may stay and go about the course that has currently been set or we can drop you off on the nearest organic planet where you would fit in more adequately. Being on an organic-friendly planet can be very advantageous. First, it would be more equipped to match your needs, second…”

Megatron started listing all the advantages of planet life and disadvantages of ship life; you realised quickly that he’d practiced this before coming to see you, somewhat like a student reciting a presentation to a teacher.

“Do you hate organics?” You interrupted after around ten minutes.

The question shocked Megatron, sending him into a silent panic under the calm exterior; had he really given the impression of hatred rather than concern?

“No human, I simply worry about your welfare here.”

“If you don’t mind me saying so Megatron, your argument is biased, you never bothered explaining the benefits of ship life, like the fact we speak the same language, or that some of you know a little about caring for a human, not that I can’t take care of myself. Not to mention, I know people here who I can hopefully call friends, if not acquaintances and at least here, I know what I’m getting into; planet-life is a mystery. And hey, who knows? Maybe one day, I’ll find this isn’t working and need to move, if that happens, I’ll come to you and ask for advice on planetary choices; until then, you’re stuck with me just as much as I’m stuck with you. I hope you can accept that.”

There was a cheer from the other side of your door, most definitely Rodimus who’d probably been listening in from the start. Megatron sighed at the lack of professionalism and at your decision; he hated it even more that your answer seemed to be well-thought out and rational. There was nothing else to do but admit defeat, “Very well human.”

He turned to leave, you called after him, making him pause, “The name’s (Y/N) by the way, I hope I can stay long enough to learn it.”

Megatron shuffled out, wondering how he was going to deal with you later down the line. Outside your room, Rodimus was beaming triumphantly, “I told you he was sassy,” he grinned.

“She, Rodimus,” Megatron corrected, “She.”

“Frag!”


Now dressed in a plain, white, cotton shirt and pants and properly groomed, you took a few steadying breaths. You were hidden on a table behind Rodimus who was on a balcony above the crew, giving a long-winded speech that was somehow supposed to link to you.

“Without further ado,” Rodimus boomed, holding out his hand for you to stand on, and presenting you with a flourish, “Please welcome our newest crew-mate and only human, (F/N) (L/N).”

Noise erupted throughout the hall, some bots apprehensive, others disbelieving, a few furious, but most excited; it was truly overwhelming to be the centre of such attention. Questions of every possible sort were thrown at both captains which Rodimus silenced, shouting over the crowd, “Hey, hey, this is just as new to (Y/N) as it is to any of you and she is the one person surrounded by aliens and away from her home planet; try a little perspective, will ya? In the meantime, give her some room. If she approaches you and decides to tell her story, that’s fine but don’t all overcrowd her at once. (Y/N), do you have anything to add?”

You swallowed, glancing at the hundreds of bots below, Rung was among them, mouthing the word ‘breathe’ to you.

You nodded at him, addressing the crowd, “I know this is all a little new and scary but I think we can all get around this; if you have any questions later, I’ll try to answer them all, uh, thank you for your time.”


Swerve was delirious with excitement, there was a human on board. A human! Being so much smaller than the other mechs, he hadn’t really gotten a good look at you but that didn’t matter; he was going to make all the extra effort to meet you in person. He was so sure that it was going to be the best day of his life until he got to your hallway and saw the lengthy queue to your hub-suite. As far as the eye could see, mechs were lined up, the ones at the front pressing an audial to your door to see if you were even in.

Swerve’s mood plummeted; how on Cybertron would he meet you like this? Surely, there should be some kind of rule like the bots closest to your height got to meet you first, or better yet, bots with the most Earth knowledge. Still, his desperation to meet you was strong so if it took waiting the next three cycles waiting in line, he’d do it. Despite his strong resolve, Swerve quickly found he couldn’t wait long, mainly due to the amount of regulars at Swerve’s who kept finding him and demanding he opened the bar. As much as he wanted to stay and meet you, he did have patrons to serve. Plastering on a fake smile, Swerve headed jovially to the bar, hiding the disappointment he felt in his spark.


You cowered in the oversized supply closet, wishing desperately to be back in the safety of the hab-suite. The angry bot on the other side of the door continued screaming at you, “YOU HEAR THAT FLESH-STICK?! OL’ WHIRL’S GONNA KILL YA. HIDE IN THERE ALL YOU WANT, I’LL DESTROY YOU.”

You didn’t know what you’d done or said to offend Whirl but you prayed he’d calm down, fast.

“H-Hey, I’m really, really sorry for whatever I did, can we talk about this?” You quivered.

“TALK ABOUT IT! WHAT KIND OF WEAK SLAG IS THAT? GET OUT HERE SO I CAN FRAGGING CRUSH YOU.”

He blasted a hole through the door, making you squeal as he poked his optic through. You put up your hands, stammering, “Wait, wait, wait. Is it a human thing?”

“Finally, the blood-bucket gets it.”

“R-right, then you really don’t want to kill me because you’d be missing out on a huge opportunity.”

Whirl hesitated, glaring at you with contempt. Taking the pause as a good sign, you pressed on, “You want to kill humans but do you really know the most effective ways to do it? I mean, the best place you can learn it from is me so I’ll teach you some stuff I know if you don’t kill me now. You can still kill me later but just, wait a while?”

Whirl considered this and started laughing manically, “Alright bone bag, you teach me and I’ll leave you till last but if you trick me, I’ll peel the skin off your body, got it?”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less from the… strongest bot here. Like, who else has the sheer power to blast through a door like that?” You attempted, stroking Whirl’s ego and opening what remained of the door carefully.

Whirl flexed, “Well y’know, it takes only the best.”

“Exactly, you’re spectacular.”

Whirl picked you up forcefully, placing you on his shoulder, “Keep the compliments coming Tiny, you’ve got a while left.”

“A while till what?”

“Till I get you back to your hab-suite, you’re gonna need to be well-rested for complimenting me tomorrow.”

“Right, how smart of you.”

“Yeah, just like that.”

And so, you kept bragging about Whirl, begging to hear some of his greatest accomplishments as he carried you proudly past curious onlookers to your room.


Getting back was worse than you’d thought; there was a horde of bots awaiting your return who rushed towards Whirl upon spotting you. Whirl held you above his head with one claw, firing a warning shot from his chest, “FIRST GUY TO TOUCH THE FLESH STICK GETS SCRAPPED.”

Everyone froze, examining Whirl to gauge whether he meant it or not. You squirmed against the pain blossoming in your chest where Whirl was gripping you tightly. Fortunately, the pain didn’t last long, you were lowered back to the floor as the mechs dispersed, all shooting hateful looks at Whirl on their way by. After that, only two remained, a large orange and white bot and a much smaller black and white one who wasn’t too much taller than you.

“What? You didn’t hear me?”

“Lay off it Whirl, Rewind just has a question for (Y/N),” the taller bot said, placing a loving hand on Rewind’s shoulder.

You felt comforted by the sight of the two bots, everything about them showed they were a couple; it was nice to see how some bots weren’t the different to humans in certain respects.

“I don’t know if my human even wants to talk to you. (Y/N)?”

You were quite glad to get away from Whirl after seeing how unstable he was. “For now I think it’ll be okay, you two want to come into my room?”

Despite the lack of a mouth, Rewind seemed to smile, “We’d love to, right Chromedome?”

Chromedome looked less certain but nodded anyway.

Reluctantly, Whirl turned to go, “You two are lucky she likes you, see you tomorrow meat bag.”

You let the two bots in hastily, apologising for the lack of Cybertronian sized furniture, and using the lift to raise you up to the table, closer to Chromedome’s height.

“Now, you had a question?”

“Yes,” Rewind confirmed, hardly containing his excitement. “You see, it’s my job to document history and I was wondering, if it’s not too much trouble, will you let me record some of your time on the ship? This is the only time most Cybertronians will see a human so…”

You glanced at the red light on Rewind’s helm, “Are you recording right now?”

“I’m always recording.”

“If you’re always recording, why do you need my permission?”

“Because I don’t just want to get scraps of you when we happen to cross paths, I want to be your shadow, please.”

“I don’t know… Am I really that interesting? I mean, you guys are so advanced and all.”

“Are you kidding me? You’re incredible and-” Rewind sighed, “I know I’m asking a lot but I’d love to hear about your culture, interests, philosophy, biology, everything.”

You mulled it over, ready to reject the proposal until you saw the hope in the small bot’s optics; you couldn’t deny that. “I’ll tell you what, you help me find my feet, tell me which bots to meet or avoid, give me a bit of a tour and you can film me.”

“Really?!” Rewind practically jumped for joy, “Great, where do we start? What’s your routine now? Have you settled into one yet? What about-”

You held up a hand, silencing him, “Tomorrow you can film me. Right now, I need to sleep.”

“Sleep! This keeps getting better, can I record you sleeping?”

You stared disbelievingly, looking to the other bot for help. Chromedome took the hint, giving Rewind’s shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“Oh right,” Rewind flushed, embarrassed at his lack of manners, “Sorry, you probably want some privacy. Uh, how long do humans recharge?”

You looked at the clock, unable to read Cybertronian time measurements, “Can you give me eight hours?”

“You got it, eight hours,” Rewind babbled happily, leaving the room with Chromedome in tow, “Sweet dreams (Y/N).”

You saw them out, pressing a button on a nearby remote to lock the door afterwards. Then, stumbling over to the bed, you fell asleep within seconds of hitting the mattress.

bourbon and hybrids

Originally posted by netflixlifex


When Klaus Mikaelson forced himself and his newly turned hybrid minion into his house, Damon Salvatore didn’t have much of a choice but to sit down and have a mildly tense conversation about the whearabouts of his coffin stealing backstabbing little brother.So Damon being Damon, decided that when life gave him original vampire sized lemons, he’d make his lemonade with multiple sarcastic remarks and a few swigs of his trusty bourbon. What he did forget was that even though the alcohol did make klaus’ presence tolerable, it also made it easier for a specific hybrid minion to slip away without notice and take a look around house for any signs of Stefan Salvatore 

Damon also forgot that his very sleep deprived and extremely short tempered little sister had arrived this morning to help him with the Stefan situation.So when a shrill scream upstairs suddenly reminded of his also very human and slightly vulnerable sister,he rushed to the source of the sound, worried for her safety, with Klaus following suit, curious about the new presence in the Salvatore household.

When they arrived at the scene they were met with a few wooden chairs with broken legs, an impaled hybrid, and an excessively annoyed Y/N.Damon let out a small ‘whoops’ while klaus stared at the sight in front of him, somewhat impressed

‘When you called for my help in defeating some age old hybrid dick, you didn’t mention I’d be walking into fucking vampire retreat at the salvatore boarding house’ Y/N stated, angrily brushing her hair out of her eyes

‘Actually, this gu-’

‘Next time one of your freakshows try to eat me, so help me god I will fry their fucking brains.Or better yet, their daylight rings.’

’ yeah- this one’s actually a hybrid, these guys don’t really need daylight rings.’

'Brains it is then’ she said, a sarcastic smile pasted on her face.

'Okay.OKAY.would you just -

'Who’s your friend, Damon?’ Klaus interrupted, pointing a meaningful look towards damon.

’-calm down’ Damon completed, the annoyance evident in his voice.

'Are you planning some other scheme to get rid of me,mate? I thought i made it perfectly clear that I’d be 10 steps ahead of you the last time you tried.’ He smirked.‘And let’s assume you are formulating a similarly pathetic attempt to defeat me, the lady seems quite the unlikely,if not lovely comrade.’ He continued, the smirk not leaving his lips for a second

'desperate times call for desperate measures’ stated Damon, smiling patronizingly

Y/N stepped over the groaning hybrid and held her hand out for Klaus to shake.'Y/N Y/L/N.the mentioned desperate measure’ she said, cocking her head towards Damon.

'Klaus Mikaelson’ Klaus replied, taking Y/N’s hand in his and placing a chaste kiss on her knuckles.She raised her eyebrow at the unusual action. ‘I’m the “hybrid dick” you’ve been rallied against’ he continued,a crooked smile playing on his lips, his eyes never leaving hers

“aaah. The original hybrid.’ She said, cocking her eyebrows again.’ Well, they did always say the devil was pretty.’ She commented, turning to look at Damon who was staring at the pair with a scowl on his face.

The hybrid on the floor somehow managed to pull the stake out of his stomach, a groan of pain leaving his mouth, Turning everyone’s attention towards him

'right.we should get on with it.’ Klaus grinned at Y/N before offering his hybrid a hand and then zooming out of the room.

'That was fun.What was that??’ Damon asked his sister, clearly unhappy with whatever moment there was going on between her and Klaus.

’What was what?’ Y/N replids, feigning innocence.

'I should’ve known not to get you involved in a war against an enemy who looks like one of the abercrombie and fitch models you’re always fawning over’

‘probably,yeah.’

6

Being Tony’s younger sister would include;

inside jokes

free rides anywhere you want

living with him and the avengers

ofc all of them loving you

lots of teasing

you picking his outfits

you shaving and shaping his beard in weird but cool ways

lecturing him when he does reckless stuff

“oh come on, just because I flew into a hole in space, doesn’t mean anything” “you freaking died and bruce had to roar you back to life what are you even talking about?”

having staring contests

him letting you try on his suit

you being the shoulder he cries on

same goes with you

watching shows on nickelodeon together

going out with him and pepper

having a great relationship with pepper

tony making you your own suit for safety reasons

having dinner at restaurants or watching movies in cinemas with the avengers

so much sarcasm between you two

him being really protective when someone of the avengers flirts with you

“hey back off my sister barnes, she’s too young and pure for your sexual fantasies” “not anymore big bro, not anymore” “wHAT DO YOU MEAN”

overall just him being so cute and protective of his precious sister that he literally doesn’t let anyone touch you besides him and pepper

I will never stop trying
I will never stop watching as you leave
I will never stop losing my breath
Every time I see you looking back at me
And I will never stop holding your hand
I will never stop opening your door
I will never stop choosing you babe
I will never get used to you
—  Our song. Forever and always
Do You Have To Do That? part 4

Pairing: The Avenger Team x Reader (This will probably turn into a Steve x Reader)

Warnings: None so far

A/N: I have decided to re-write this for those of you who had started it, I’m going to start over I’m keep the first part and possibly a good portion of the second. But I am going to take it in a different direction. If you want to be tagged let me know, I’ll glad you add you.

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Originally posted by mysharona1987

“How did you become Spider-Man?” You grab his hand pulling him to his feet, he complies with ease. “Hand on my waist.” His hand slips around your waist as you start to make him dance with you.

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