scientist in training

Let’s talk about Alex Danvers. And let’s talk about perfection.

Let’s talk about a scientist who trained to fight against unspeakable strength and weapons for an entire year before she was even allowed to contribute to the team that was going to protect her little sister.

Let’s talk about a soldier who puts her life on the line every day to protect the people she loves, even – and especially – when the rest of the world is against them.

Let’s talk about a big sister who has never let her little one down, even when it could have cost her life; even when it involved living her real life in near complete isolation for so many years, even when it demanding devoting every single thing in her life to someone else.

Let’s talk about a girl who never thought she was good enough for her mother, and so desperately wanted to be.

Let’s talk about a woman who needed to be perfect at everything, because how else would anyone love her or even notice her in the shadow of her superhero sister, and because this world makes being straight the only desirable option, the only lovable option, the only perfect option, the only thinkable option, where the very possibility of anything other than straightness means someone must be defective, someone must lay there and take it, someone must be doing it wrong, someone must be wrong, where non-straightness is more impossible, more imperfect, than having an alien sister in tights and an iconic red skirt.

Let’s talk about a queer woman who is every bit as powerful as her superhero sister, but who quivers in terror and can find absolutely no words for admitting, accepting, embracing, her queerness; even though she can easily find words when she is about to be killed by people who would very happily kill her slowly; a queer woman who knows that the persistent yet unspeakable violence of heteronormativity can be even more terrifying than the prospect of losing life or limb, even when she doesn’t have the vocabulary to say that yet; a queer woman who knows the language of violence better than the language of queerness, because that’s exactly what the world has taught her.

Let’s talk about Alex Danvers.

Let’s talk, in other words, about ourselves.

Homework || Peter Parker

  Another excerpt from my Tom Holland Trash Book on Wattpad.  Feel free to send me a message on here if you are interested in requesting. :) Xx

  Blurb:  Peter tries to help you with your homework but algebra isn’t your speed, distracting and flustering Peter however is right up your alley.

 Warnings:  EXTREMELY FLUFFY!  You have been warned.

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 You take another deep breath before blowing it out in an exaggerated fashion. Peter’s face falls into a deadpan expression, clearly unamused at your disinterest.

“Alycia, it’s algebra not rocket science.” Peter states.

“Says the ‘rocket scientist in training’,” Alycia groans, falling ungracefully onto Peter’s bed face first. “More like Alge-Bruh to me.”

Your face upturns into an amused smirk. Peter groans at your lame joke before turning back to his completed Algebra homework.

“Hey, hey, hey, Parker, I know you’ll like this one!” Alycia shoots up, the bed groaning under the pressure of her sudden movement. “What did 12 get on its 13th birthday?”

Peter spins around on his chair to face you. “A ’D’ on its uncompleted homework?”

“Come on, Peter!” You groan loudly in protest.

“Fine, what?”

“An Alge-BRA! GET IT?!” You shout in excitement at your own joke.

“That doesn’t even make sense.” Peter says matter-of-factly in between your chuckles.

“You’re about as fun as a lethal injection.” You state, your face straight and emotionless. “Someone has to keep the fun alive in this relationship.”

“Hey! I’m fun!” Peter objects.

“Not since your attention has been caught by little miss Algebra over there. What does she have that you don’t have?”

“Quadratic formulas.”

“You got me there, Einstein.”

“Now that that’s settled, would you please focus on this homework?” Peter begged, clearly frustrated at your lack of concentration.

“But it’s so boring.” You whine loudly as you face plant into the bed once again.

“Your mum’s boring.” Peter mumbles.



“I hate you.”

Peter shoots you a cheeky smirk. “You love me.”

“No, apparently my mum does though.”

“Well, you’re not wrong.” Peter teases, causing you to slap his arm.

Peter lets out a small 'ouch’, rubbing the area of impact. You turn on your side and look at him, his eyes clearly fixated on the homework in front of him. You admire the look of concentration of his face. His eyebrows tug together unconscientiously when he encounters a harder sum. His lips form incomprehensible shapes as he reads the pages over in his head.

You silently scrutinise him, memorised by the minor details that make him unique. Peter feels your eyes on him and spins to meet your gaze. His cheeks flush a light pink after noticing your staring.

“What?” He asks lightly, a breathless chuckle leaving his lips.

“You’re so cute when you’re concentrating.” You state, propping yourself up on your elbows.

Peter’s head hangs instantly in a desperate attempt to hide his hot cheeks. “Well, we could be cute and concentrate together.”

You smile at his comment and hop up off of his bed. You saunter to behind his chair and wrap your arms around his shoulders, your hands folded lightly against his firm chest. You nuzzle your head in the crook of his neck, satisfied at your view of the school work and Peter.

You could feel Peter’s heart beating under your fingertips, the erratic patterns of his pulse drum against your skin. Peter gulps deeply, your close presence making him extremely nervous. You would have thought that after a couple months of dating he would have been used to your touch, but it was somewhat comforting that he still felt sensitive to your presence.

“You good there, Parker?” You ask, craning your neck to look at his face.

He gives you a stiff nod before clearing his throat, his voice breaking slightly as he speaks. “Y-yeah, I’m…good, yeah I’m…”

His voice fades out, the words vanishing as they leave his mouth.

“…Good?” you complete his hanging sentence.

“Yeah, that.” He mutters barely above a whisper.

His eyes are still on your own, his gaze scrutinising every single feature of your face which is only centimetres away from your own. You feel your face heating up under his loving gaze. You swiftly plant a kiss onto his cheek before turning back to the algebra.

“Okay, now, explain once more, why is the alphabet invading the numeral universe? And why is x always missing? Does his mother not love him or something? Can’t he solve his own problems and leave me to solve my own?”

Peter doesn’t speak, his eyes still on you.

You wave a hand in front of his face. “Hello? Earth to Peter. Come in Peter.”

“Right, um, the Algebra system is based on the unknown, the letters being unknown numbers otherwise known as variables. Exponents and formulas are used and that could be led down the course of advanced trigonometry and geometry.” Peter stumbles out, his head snapping back to the paper in front of him.

You grin at him, his nervous ramblings making you smile. “Hmmhmm, ok, keep explaining it. I’m listening.”

You rest your head against his shoulder and close your eyes, soothed by the sound of his intelligent explanations and smooth voice. Peter continues to explain the problems to you and the steps to complete the work.

“Are you still listening to me, Alycia?” Peter asks, his eyes landing your closed ones.

“Of course.” You mumble against his shoulder.

“Your eyes are closed.” He states.

“I don’t listen with my eyes, Parker.”

“Come on, Alycia, I know you can do this.” Peter places a gentle kiss on your temple.

You take a deep breath and open your eyes. “My eyes are now open, talk nerdy to me, Peter.”

Peter begins to write out a simple equation. Your lips brush against the skin of his shoulder, you place a gentle kiss against his bare flesh. He shivers instantly at your touch. You place another equally gentle kiss on his neck, tracing up to his jawline.

“A-Alycia?” Peter stumbles out, clearly affected by your simple actions.

“Hmm?” You mumble against his skin.

“Dammit.” He curses and spins around, pulling you onto his lap.

You tilt your head at him, pleasantly surprised at his actions. He sits up a little straighter and captures your lips in his, his hands resting on your waist. A small smile reaches your lips, enjoying the bliss of his touch. Your hands slide up his chest and lock behind his neck, your fingertips gently tangling in his brunette tousles.

Peter shivers under your touch as you do under his. Alas, the moment of heat is soon stolen when you hear a knock at the door. The two of you spring a part which actually ends up in the two of you falling over each other resulting in a mess of tangled limbs. His body hovers over yours and you give him a desperate look.

“Peter? Alycia? Can I come in?” Aunt May calls from outside Peter’s room.

The door inches open and the two of you panic. Peter pushes himself off of you and you scramble into his chair, sliding on his old glasses. Meanwhile, Peter springs up and pounces onto his bed, shooting a web at one of the algebra books beside you and pulling it into his lap. You glance at him but gasp at the sight of his book, about to correct his error but you are interrupted by May’s presence at the door.

“Peter, your boo…Aunt May!” Your voice trails off and is replaced by her name, faux surprise laced in your words.

“Hello, sweet pea.” Aunt May shoots me a pleasant smile and leans against the door frame. “How’s studying going?”

“Smooth as my pickup lines.” You shoot her a wide grin.

“What are you learning?”

“Uhhh,” you mumble. “How the alphabet invaded the numeral system.”

“Ah, I see, interesting.” She muses.

“Oh, very!” You agree, sarcasm lacing your words.

You glance at Peter, your eyes widening as you try to direct his attention to the book in his hands. He somehow doesn’t get your subtle attempts at pointing out his error and shakes his head slightly, his eyebrows furrowing at your expressions.

“Peter, honey,” Aunt May comments, suppressing a smile. “Your book is upside down.”

You slap a hand to your forehead and shut your eyes, taking a deep controlled breath. Peter lets out a half-hearted nervous chuckle before turning the book the right way up.

“Well, I’ll leave you two to it.” Aunt May turns around and closes the door behind her.

“Bye, Aunt May!” You shout a farewell before turning to Peter, an unimpressed look on your face.

“What?” Peter shrugs lightly.

“You had one job, Parker and you blew it. I hate to do this to you but, you’re off the Mathletes.” You sigh heavily and point to the door. “The door is that way.”

“Who needs the Mathletes when I have the best girl right here?” Peter kneels in front of you, pushing a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“Oh, wow, smooth, Peter.” You give him a small smirk.

“As peanut butter.”

Peter leans in once again but you hold up the Algebra book in front of your face, causing Peter’s lips to collide with the cover. He pushes down the book with a groan.

“The only loving around here is going to go down in these algebra equations.” You gently tap the book on Peter’s forehead.

Peter takes the book from you and flicks through the pages before throwing it over his shoulder.

x can find itself for once.” Peter states before placing his lips against yours once more.

I DID IT HAHAHA. I decided to finally jump on the rouge scientists hype train. so yeah! this was all started by @e-mirus . So yeah his is Eden Rucker, Robot engineer and kleptomaniac. she makes tiny robot all the time to not only to help with robot production but steal a few things in the process. the ones here are her favorites. they will all get names later but yeah! i love her soo much. 

Goddammit, I wish you’d listen to my main argument. Thirty years from now the government, the banks, the important businesses, the universities and everything that counts in this world will be run by today’s humanities majors. The scientists will never run anything except laboratories, they never have, they never can. Yet in this university we spend all our time and money training scientists and we ignore the humanities people on whom the welfare and guidance of the world have always depended and will always depend. I say that is stupidity, and if the Board of Regents and the faculty aren’t smart enough to stop it, we must.
—  James A. Michener, The Drifters

littlemonster8450  asked:

Ugh. Was hoping our team of very educated scientists would have at least come up with something! 😡 Guess we will just have to bring out the big guns and infect one of ourselves with lycanthropy and the other with vampirism. It's the only way. 😰

Trust me my team of highly trained scientists and researchers have been working around the clock in search of answers

Some spoilers for Isle of the Lost

Descendants is following a classic band of heros trope with Mal as the Leader, Jay as the Muscle, Evie as the Brain, Carlos as the Heart (traditionally, the Chick) and Ben as the wannabe Lancer. It works pretty well.

In Isle of the lost, Jay doubles as muscle and lancer while Carlos and Evie’s places are switched. Because Evie hasn’t admitted to herself yet how smart she is, but she is compassionate compared to the rest bc she’s lived in isolation, not exposed to the habit of performing evil acts 24/7. And Carlos is an actual Mad Scientist in training. They don’t explore that part of him in the movie, but I guess it’s hinted at when Jay says “He’s kind of like… My brain.” Carlos is the one who’s cool with magic not being a thing on the isle bc he likes studying the alternative. And Evie is the only one who can follow along with him when he’s talking about radio waves and even sometimes see where he went wrong with his latest experiment.

Carlos is still a sad cupcake in many ways, but he’s not a saint, and I appreciate that too. His challenge at the bridge of Maleficent’s castle wins all the sad cupcake awards tho.


Jason Todd, everyone. The only Robin who cheerfully skipped patrol to do homework. Not just homework, but extra credit homework. He went from a fifth grade drop out to a straight A middle/junior high school student fluent in German (I believe French and Spanish as well), was capable of lip reading in multiple languages, an Olympic level athlete in at least gymnastics and probably several other sports, skilled martial artist, computer scientist, and trained in chemistry and forensics in six months.

Oh God, Jason is actually Hermione Granger. He’s the Hermione of the Robins. WHY HAS NO ONE NOTICED THIS BEFORE?!

There are only two houses that Jason would have been sorted into. Gryffindor or Ravenclaw. Honestly, based on his original run of comics, Lost Days, Under the Red Hood, and his appearances in the Dick and Damian run of Batman and Robin he is absolutely a Ravenclaw. The kid is ridiculously smart and passionately loves learning.

Pity about the pit madness. He was really into fashion before he died. His expertise on 19th century fashion solved a case. So the Lazarus Pit has to be the only explanation for his really awful costume designs.


There’s no faking it around man’s best friend! 

In a study by the Messerli Research Institute’s Clever Dog Lab in Vienna, scientists trained dogs to associate pictures of happy or angry faces with their corresponding emotions. 

The dogs were shown new and unfamiliar faces, as well as different parts of the faces. This tactic proved successful… it showed the dogs were able to “transfer their knowledge” of human facial expressions.

Read more about the research here.