I was talking to @rudescience today (as per usual). He asked me how my day was going. I said miserable because I’ve been in the lab all day, continuously working, since 6am.
But then he asked me why that was miserable. I took a second to think about it. Yes, I’ve been doing work all day. But why does it have to be miserable? It doesn’t. It’s only miserable if I decide to look at it that way.
“Peace is Every Step” is a great book. Clearly, it has changed my thinking. Which I can thank @rudescience for, since he recommended it to me (even though that fucker never read it himself haha).
Below are some old Anatomy Mnemonics someone once gave me that I found in my hard drive. Hopefully they’ll come in handy for someone else.
BONES 6 cranial bones Old People From Texas Eat Spiders. Parietal, Ethmoid, Sphenoid, Temporal, Occipital, Frontal.
Leg Bones TIBia is the Thick Inner Bone, and Fibula is Finer, Fluted, and Lateral.
8 facial bones Common Love gone Zip?(Abbr. CMMNLVZP) conchae, mandible, maxilla, nasal, lacrimal, vomer, zygomaticus, palatine.
*Applying the first-3-letters rule to the facial bones, I came up with Con Man Max and Pal
Bones of the Wrist Some Lovers Try Positions That They Cannot Handle Scaphoid, Lunate, Triquetrum, Pisiform, Trapezium, Trapezoid, Capitate, Hamate
Never Lower Tillie’s Pants, Mama Might Come Home. navicular, lunate, triquetrum, pisiform, greater and lesser multangular, capitate, and hamate.
*To remember that the carpals are bones of the wrist and not the foot, Lunate, Triquetrum, remember that CARPenters use their hands.
7 types of bone fractures C3-PO Breaks his Bones
Greenstick, Open, Complete, Closed, Comminuted, Partial, and Others.
MUSCLES Muscles in gluteal region: from top to bottom: P-GO-GO-Q Piriformis Gemellus superior Obturator internus Gemellus inferior Obturator externus Quadratus femoris
Muscles whose tendons attach at the pes anserinus (medial tibia): SGT (“Sargent”) Sartorius Gracilis
Four abdominal muscles – TIRE: (deepest to most superficial) Transversus abdominis, Internal abdominal oblique, Rectus abdominis, and External abdominal oblique
Functions of the Interossei muscles PAD – Palmar ADduct DAB – Dorsal ABduct
Attachments of Pectoralis Major, Teres Major and Latissimus Dorsi A lady between two majors. Pectoralis major attaches to lateral lip of bicipital groove. Teres major attaches to medial lip of bicipital groove. Latissimus dorsi attaches to the floor of bicipital groove. The “lati” is between two “majors.“ A lady between two majors.
Four muscles which control the mandible masseter, temporal, lateral and medial pterygoids form the letters MTPP, which could be read as "Empty Peepee” which could be construed as a command (or wish) to empty one’s peepee via…oh we’d better not say it.
Four abdominal muscles
Spare TIRE transversus, internal oblique, rectus, and external oblique
On the floor of the mouth are two muscles Doctor on the Floor? mylohyoid and digastric – MD.
Muscles which regulate breathing You Will DIE! If you don’t have'em Diaphragm, Inner costal, and External costal
The SITS muscles make up the rotator cuff: Supraspinatus Infraspinatus Teres Minor Subscapularis
NERVES Radial n. innervates the BEST!!!! Brachioradialis Extensors Supinator Triceps
Hand muscles innervated by the Median nerve LOAF Lumbricals 1 + 2 Opponens pollicis Abductor pollicis brevis Flexor pollicis brevis
Innervation of phrenic nerve c345 keeps the phrenic alive c345 keep the diaphragm alive
Innervation of the penis: Parasympathetic puts it up; sympathetic spurts it out Point , Shoot, Score! (erection, emmision ,ejaculation) Parasympathetic, Sympathetic ,Somatomotor
Innervation of the penis by branches of the pudental nerve "S2, 3, 4 keep the penis off the floor”, derived from spinal cord levels S2-4
Long thoracic nerve innervates serratus anterior c5-6-7 raise your arms to heaven
Lateral and Medial Pectoral Nerve Lateral is less, medial is more. Lateral pectoral nerves goes through pectoralis major while medial pn goes though both pectoral major and minor.
12 Facial Nerves "At the OIL FACTORY, the OPTICIAN looked for the OCCUPANT of the TRUCK. He was searching because 3 GEMS had been ABDUCTED by a man who was hiding his FACE and EARS. A GLOSSY PHOTOGRAPH has been taken of him, but it was too VAGUE to use. He appeared to be SPINELESS and HYPOCRITICAL.“ In order, the oil factory is the olfactory nerve; the optician is the optical nerve; the occupant is the occulomotor nerve; the truck represents the trochlear nerve; the 3 gems are the trigeminal nerve; abducted is really the abducens; face is facial; ears really means auditory; glossy photograph is glosso-pharyngeal; spineless relates to the spinal accessory nerve; and hypocritical is the hypoglossal nerve.
Wrist Nerves and Prohibition RUM, for radial, ulnar, and medial symptoms of nerve troubles are wrist drop, claw hand, and tunnel syndrome … represented by the letters WCT (Women’s Christian Temperance Union).
Cranial Nerves I-Optic II-Olfactory III-Oculomotor IV-Trochlear V-Trigeminal, VI-Abducens VII-Facial VIII-Acoustic (Vestibulocochlear), IX-Glossophrayngeal, X-Vagus, XI-Spinal Accessory, XII-Hypoglossal On Old Olympus Towering Tops, A Finn And German Viewed Some Hops
Branches of the Facial Nerve (CN VII): To Zanzibar by Motor Car Ten Zebras Bought My Car Temporal, Zygomatic, Buccal, Masseteric,Cervical
Brachial Plexus: Roots, Trunks, Divisions, Cords, Branches Robert Taylor Drinks Cold Beer. (or Richard Tucker Drinks Cheap Beer :-) )
Innervation of Extraocularmotor Muscles: LR6 SO4 Others 3 LR6–Lateral rectus - VI abductens SO4–Superior Oblique - IV Trochlear Others 3–The remaining 4 eyeball movers = III Oculomotor
For the order of nerves that pass through the superior orbital fissure: "Lazy French Tarts Lie Naked in Anticipation.” (Lacrimal, Frontal, Trochlear, Lateral, Nosociliary, Internal, Abducens)
9 branches of the abdominal portion of the aorta "Celia Smith’s Supra Rams Green Impala Past Stop Light" Celiac, Supra mesenteric, Supra-renal, Renal, Gonadal, Inferior mesenteric, Phrenic, Sacral, and Lumbar.
Structures passing posterior to the medial malleolus of the foot: Tom, Dick, And Harry Tibialis posterior tendon, flexor Digitorum longus tendon, post. tibial Artery and tibial nerve, and flexor Hallucis longus tendon. (i.e. Tibialis, Digitorum, Artery & nerve, and Hallucis)
Carotid Sheath– VAN Internal Jugular Vein Common carotid Artery Vagus Nerve
Arteries as they come off the external carotid: Superior thyroid, Ascending pharyngeal, Lingual, Facial, Occipital, Post Auricular, Superficial temporal, Maxillary Some Angry Lady Figured out PMS
ABC’S of the aortic arch! Aortic arch gives off the Brachiocephalic trunk, the left Common Carotid, and Left Subclavian artery
Branches of the aorta artery in the lower torso Transsexuals Remember the Aorta "Come on In Ex-Female, Pop And Prance Past Doors and Planters". Common iliac, Internal iliac, External iliac, Femoral, Popliteal, Anterior tibia, Posterior tibia, Peroneal, Dorsalis, medial and lateral Plantars.
Branches of the axillary artery Sally Thompson Loves Sex And Pot pie Superior Thoracic, Thoracoacromial, Lateral thoracic, Subscapular, Anterior circumflex humeral, Posterior circumflex humeral, and Profunda brachii.
Arteries off the External Carotid They are buried in the phrase Some Loser F*cked My Sister Superior Thyroid, Lingual, Facial, Maxillary, Superficial Temporal
Vessels joining the inferior vena cava "He Commonly Lumbers in the Viet Cong ReGion". A Vietnamese Lumberjack’s Heart: Hepatic, Common iliac, Lumbar, Vena Cava, Renals, Gonadals.
Stroke versus Aneurysm STRoke is caused by arterial reSTRiction, and aneurysm is AN Erupting artery.
MISCELLANEOUS checklist of factors causing back troubles Dr. O. VESALIUS O - Osteomyelitis V - Vertebral fracture E - Extraspinal tumour S - Spondylolisthesis A - Ankylosing spondylitis L - Lumbar disk disease I - Intraspinal tumour U - Unhappiness S - Stress
Cranial sutures cranial sutures have CLASS! Coronal, Lambdoid, Squamous, Sagittal.
five visceral sensors Low TEMPeratures have BARe-CHEsted cOSMO-girls kNOCking.
temperature, barometric, chemical, osmotic, nociceptors
Femoral Sheath (lateral to medial) order of things in thigh NAVEL Femoral Nerve, Femoral Artery, Femoral Vein, Empty Space, Lymphatics (or Lacunar Ligament)
Pelvic Diaphragm – PICOLO(A) -Posterior to anterior PIriformis COccygeus Levator Ani
Location of Thoracic duct: The duck is between two gooses (duck = thoracic duct) 2 gooses = azyGOUS and esophaGOUS
Structures perforating the diaphragm “At T8 you see, perforates the IVC” (inferior Vena Cava) the “EsoVagus” pierce T10 (esophagus, vagus nerve) T12 - red, white and blue (aorta,thoracic duct,azygous vein)
Course of Ureters Water runs under the bridge (uterine a. and ductus deferens)
It doesn’t look pretty, not in the slightly. The way he keeps
close to her, hovering as if she’d disappear if he doesn’t keep watch, tells
her enough. Catching just a swift glance in the glass next to her lab, shows
the damage from the enemy.
Summary: You go to the precinct to have your daily lunch with your older brother, Barry, only to find he has resigned. You encounter Julian Albert the man you’ve had feelings for for the past year and in the moment you two have alone it seems he’s been doing the same.
Just a little bit of fluff
Word count: 1,139
You step into the lab for your daily lunch with Barry. You had been gone for the week and had missed your talks with your older brother. You had come straight from the airport to make it to your scheduled time with Barry. Except when you step inside, he’s not there.
It’s not like the other times you get there and he’s not there, in the past you could assume he was just doing some Flash business. You couldn’t say that this time, because not only was he gone but so was his desk and all his belongings.
You stand in the doorway looking quite confused.
“What did I miss?” You mumble.
“Hey Y/N,” Julian says while brushes past you. “What are you doing here?” He asks, genuinely interested.
You and Julian had become friends even though him and Barry didn’t get along. You guys weren’t exactly best friends mainly because you knew if you two got too close he could find out Barry’s secret. You like Julian, you really do, you could even say you may have feelings for him. However, you know you have to protect Barry’s secret, even if it means giving up a chance with a guy you really like. Even so, it’s not like he felt the same way.
“I was just here to see Barry,” you say, hoping you hadn’t been lost in thought for too long.
“Oh,” he says, gaze trailing down to the side.
You weren’t aware of it, but Julian does indeed have feelings for you. It’s been that way ever since the two of you met a year ago out at a bookshop. He thought you were this sweet, intelligent and just absolutely ravishing girl. He still liked you when he found out you were Barry’s sister, in fact, he considers the day he found out to be the day he truly fell for you.
This sweet, quiet girl came into the lab one day and just swept him off his feet. Julian got to see a whole other side of you when you were here with Barry. You were this out-going, confident, and just all around sexy women. It was a complete 180 but for some reason you still seemed to be the same person. That’s what he loved most about you, no matter who you were with, how you were acting, you always stayed the same. You truly know who you are.
He takes a seat at his desk before continuing, “Didn’t Barry tell you?”
“He couldn’t reach me,” you shrug while walking up to the edge of his desk. “What didn’t he tell me?” You tilt your head to the side.
His heart sank a little. You were here on your daily lunch with Barry. He thought you knew he no longer worked here and that, for some reason, you were here to see him. He knew it was silly of him to think someone like you would go for a guy like him and you thought vice versa.
“Barry doesn’t work here anymore,” Julian clarifies, trying to hide his hurt. “He resigned a couple of days ago, I’m not sure why.” He shrugs, acting as if he doesn’t know. He thinks you will be quite upset to learn he made Barry quit.
“Oh,” you sigh. Why would he just resign like that? Without telling you? You know you need to go talk to him, to get to the bottom of this. “Well, I’ll just be going then,” you sigh before turning around.
A sudden jolt of adrenaline surges through Julian. He stands up and grabs your wrist, turning you around to face him.
“Wait,” he says, realizing what’s going on he grows nervous. He doesn’t know what to say from here. All he knows is he feels electricity just from touching you, and so do you. “Why don’t you stay?” He asks in a nervous voice, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks.
You smile, could it be possible he has feelings for you too? Though, it doesn’t matter. The two of you can’t be together, not with having to hide Barry’s secret.
“I don’t want to interrupt your work,” you try to find a way out of this situation without being rude or hurting him. “Plus, I really should go talk to Barry.”
His hand moves from your wrist to your hand, brushing his fingers against yours. They linger and you just want him to hold your hand.
“Listen, Y/N,” he says lightly, taking your hand in his as you wished. “I don’t know how to tell you this but,” he pauses, he really doesn’t know what he’s going to say. What if he proclaims his love for you and you don’t feel the same?
You grow nervous at the pause. What is going on in his head? What if he does have feelings for and tells you? Do you tell him that you have feelings for him too? Even though the two of you can’t be together, do you tell him that too?
“I really don’t know how to say this,” he lightly chuckles while looking down at his desk. The little smile on his face when he laughs makes your heart melt.
“Just say it,” you speak quietly, encouragingly. All the worries leave your head and you just want to know if he feels the way for you as you do him.
He hesitantly looks up to make eye contact with you. You can see through his eyes that he’s thinking about what his next move is. You see him slowly leaning in and you don’t even have to think about it before you follow. You close your eyes and wait for the gap between you two to close.
You feel his lips connect with your and you lean in even more, immediately responding by kissing him back. Your lips move in unison, as if you two have kissed a million times before. Almost as if you two were meant to be. You can feel this electricity between the two of you and suddenly you know how it feels to be struck by lightning. The smile you feel present on his face makes your heart flutter. The kiss is sweet and gentle yet passionate, you both can feel the longing you two have had for this moment.
You two pull apart, leaning your foreheads against one another’s. You can feel each other’s breath as you try to refill your lungs with oxygen. You look up into his already staring eyes and you both smile.
“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to do that,” he breathes out.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to do that,” you breathe.
His smile grows wider before he grabs both of your cheeks and pulls you into another kiss.
Carlos: Formal undershirt and a tie with ‘E=MC2′ written all over it, it’s entirely too long for him and he hasn’t tucked it in. He didn’t like the feel of formal pants, so has gone casual instead, but formal shoes were provided for him - they squeak out encouragement like ‘Go for it!’ and ‘Wow you’re so good at walking!” whenever he takes a step. “Wedding” lab coat.
Cecil: Busted out his best furry pants again for this,this time with one leg of the pants stylishly rolled all the way up past his knee. There’s a frilly garter on the side that still has a full pant leg. Thigh high boots in robins egg blue made from coconut fibres. His shirt is collarless and paisley with ‘matching’ hot pink ascot. His jacket is made entirely of dark purple sequins with LED lights on the back proclaiming “Just married.” (for after wedding purposefully, he’ll wear this for several days, as tradition). His veil is black and decorated with crows feathers, falling floor length down either side of his body, almost completely obscuring him. Janice, of course, carried the ends for him as he walked up the aisle and thus was allowed to cut off a piece and keep it as a souvenir. She cut a perfect square around the face area.
“What’re you doin’ Tony?” You stepped into the lab, spinning the cap off the bottle of scotch in your hand with your thumb.
“Resisting the urge to tear out large quantities of hair,” he called to you, not looking up from his work until the heavy scent of alcohol wafted over his shoulder, “and resisting the very present distraction that’s now in the room.”
Tony had been working on his suit as usual and though you weren’t seeing as straight as you would like to be, you ould tell that something was off. He was adding something new, most likely an upgrade, but it wasn’t all fitting together. To add this piece, he’d probably have to remove another one.
“Have a drink with me and I’ll help you,” you bargained with Tony. He knew that unlike most, you were more productive when you were buzzed and his interest was piqued.
“I might have a few shots,” Tony answered with a sly smirk as you tapped his shoulder, silently telling him to move.
It’d taken some time and Tony had taken much more than a few shots when you’d finally managed to get the pieces together comfortably. However, once you were done, Tony slammed his hands on the table in excitement.
“I can’t believe you pulled it off,” he praised you before pulling you into a tight hug, “I could kiss you right now!”
You let the hug linger, feeling more affectionate in you inebriated state. Without warning, you felt the mood shift as you pulled back from the hug slightly, your fingers still interlaced at the nape of Tony’s neck.
You sighed as you put your wrench down
for the hundredth time. You couldn’t get your mind to focus. It kept replaying
that cursed memory from earlier.
Lemon and Tadashi had been really close for about a week now. It hurt like
hell, due to your growing feelings for your best friend, Tadashi.
were walking to your lab when you saw them. They were sitting together on the
steps to the lab, talking and giggling. This didn’t quite bother you anymore;
you’d gotten used to it.
was until she kissed him.
felt your heart crack and held back your tears. You walked up the steps as far
from them as you possibly could and locked yourself in your lab.
And now here you sat. You had skipped
lunch, choosing to work on your project instead. Your focus was mechanics at
the school, so you’d been toying with one of the really old motorcycles you’d
come across to learn about the older pieces. But you hadn’t made much progress.
A knock on your door made your head face
the entrance to your lab.
“Come in,” you muttered. The
doors opened to reveal the last person you wanted to see today.
“Hey, (Y/N), I was wondering if you
could look at something for me…?” Tadashi trailed off. His hat was on a
backwards, a clear sign that he’d been working hard for the past few hours, and
a pencil was tucked behind his ear.
“Sure,” you sighed out,
getting yourself up off of the floor and wiping your hands on your jeans. You
followed him down the hall to his lab and stepped inside. His whiteboard was
covered in numbers.
“Okay. I’ve been working on those
calculations for Baymax’s new battery, but I’m coming up with a weird
number…” he trailed off. “I know you’re pretty good with numbers, so
maybe you could give it a look?” Tadashi asked with a hopeful smile. You
nodded and smiled, not wanting to explain your current mood to him.
You gazed over the data on the
whiteboard carefully. You scanned each detail until something caught your eye.
You worked out the problem with the correct numbers and came up with a probable
“I think you just forget to carry
the two,” you said with a light chuckle. His eyes widened.
“God, you’re good at this. Thanks
so much (Y/N)!” Tadashi exclaimed as he hugged you. You weakly hugged him
“Yep,” you sighed out. He
stepped back and looked you over.
“What’s wrong?” he asked
gently. You racked your brain for an excuse.
“I’m just tired,” you said.
“Didn’t sleep well last night.” He didn’t look convinced, but the
excuse was enough for him to release his grip on you and nod. “See
you,” you said as you walked out of his lab and back into yours.
You plopped back down on the ground and
sighed. You knew you were going to have to eventually tell Tadashi you loved
him or it would eat you alive. Too bad you waited too long to say anything to
This time there was no knock, just the
sound of your lab door opening and closing. You gave a frustrated sigh, not
even bothering to look up.
“Tadashi, I’m just tired. Please,
go back to work.”
“(Y/N).” You looked up,
realizing it wasn’t Tadashi’s voice. It was in fact the younger Hamada brother,
Hiro, standing there. He looked down at you with pity as he dropped to his
knees next to you.
The boy had been your little brother
forever. You’d always been his older sister. He knew very well of how you felt
about his brother. Hiro had always understood you. He knew about Honey Lemon
and what Tadashi had done.
Without saying anything, he opened his
arms to you. You fought back tears as you collapsed into Hiro’s embrace. It
didn’t matter that you were four years his senior, you were just glad to have
someone who understood everything by your side. He squeezed you tightly, arms
wrapped around your middle. You threw your arms around his neck and sobbed into
“H-Hiro, I really love him…”
“I know, I know,” Hiro cooed
in reply. “My brother can be a total ass without realizing it. Trust me, I
know. He really does like you, a lot. He’s just an idiot when it comes to
“It hurts so freaking much,”
you replied. He rubbed your back and continued to whisper words of comfort. He
backed up a bit and wiped your tears away.
“God I hate seeing my older sister
like this. You know what? You’re coming to hang out with me for the rest of the
day, and we’re going to watch stupid movies and eat gummy bears, whether you
like it or not. And if you refuse, I will tie you to that chair and roll you to
my lab,” Hiro said with a toothy grin. You laughed and nodded.
“Thanks little brother,” you
replied and ruffled his hair.
“What are siblings for? C'mon, sad
sack, let’s go!” Hiro stood and offered you his hand to help you up. You
took it with a smile.
The sun was down before you knew it. You
were lying on the couch in Hiro’s lab with your feet in his lap. Empty packages
of gummy bears littered the floor. His laptop was sitting open on a table
across from the couch, playing the end of The
Lion King. The two of you had been going through Disney movies for the past
You were slowly slipping into sleep.
“A nap probably isn’t a bad
idea,” Hiro suggested. You smiled at him before closing your eyes.
“You’re the best.” You heard
him chuckle before you fell into sleep. The minute your breathing evened out,
Hiro’s smile faded. He carefully took your feet off of his lap and set them on
the couch, closing the computer soon after. He stepped around the loud plastic
of the empty packages and out of his lab. He scowled down the hall at a certain
Hiro marched down the hall and let
himself into his brother’s lab. He shut the door behind him and glared at the
back of Tadashi’s head. Tadashi turned around and gave a smile to Hiro.
“Hey, little brother! I was
just-” Tadashi stopped talking when he saw Hiro’s glare. “Are you
okay?” Hiro rolled his eyes.
“No, Tadashi, I am not okay.”
Tadashi set down his tools immediately and approached Hiro.
“What happened? Are you hurt?”
Tadashi asked as he visually scanned his brother for injuries.
“I’m not the one who’s hurt,
genius,” Hiro replied. Tadashi was a bit taken aback. He didn’t say
anything. “Really? You missed it entirely?” Hiro gave a sigh and
shoved his face into his hands.
“What’s going on, Hiro?”
Tadashi asked, a little more sternly this time.
“Tadashi! You’re a robotics major!
I don’t understand how you can miss it entirely! You screwed so much up and you
don’t even know what you did!” Tadashi looked even more confused.
“Hiro. I need an explanation,”
Tadashi said as he crossed his arms.
“It’s (Y/N).” Tadashi’s face
suddenly went from confused to worried.
“(Y/N)? Is she okay? What happened?
Is she hurt?”
“No, she’s not okay! You hurt
“Yes, you!” Hiro yelled back.
“You kissed Honey Lemon right in front of her! I’ve been trying to hint to
you for the past few weeks that (Y/N) is in love with you!” Hiro stopped
suddenly and his eyes widened. Tadashi’s mouth hung open in surprise.
“She… loves me?” Tadashi
asked, now feeling guilty. “Does she know I don’t like Honey Lemon? That
Honey Lemon kissed me? That she got excited over something and that was her
first reaction?” Tadashi asked as his voice rose a bit. Hiro’s anger
“Probably not! I found her crying
in her lab. She’s been on the couch in my lab for the past eight hours trying
to get over you!” Hiro yelled back. Tadashi sighed and threw his cap onto
his desk. He ran his hands through his hair and sat in his desk chair, his head
now in his hands. “Tadashi,” Hiro began calmly this time. “(Y/N)
is an amazing, beautiful girl. She’s been my older sister for years. She’s
treated me like a little brother and I care about her as if we truly were
related, just like I care about you. Please don’t screw this up.”
“Where is she now?”
“Asleep in my lab.”
“I’ll wait with her then,”
Tadashi said as he stood up. “I love her so much, and the thought that I
was the one that broke her is going to eat me alive until I do something about
it. In the mean time, call Aunt Cass and catch a ride home. I’ll lock up your
lab,” Tadashi said as he wandered over to his younger brother. “Oh,
and Hiro?” Tadashi ruffled his younger brother’s messy hair. “Thanks
for not giving up on me.” Hiro smiled.
“Just try not to be such an ass
next time,” Hiro said with a toothy grin. Tadashi shoved him jokingly.
“Watch your mouth,
You woke up to a dimly lit room. You
were still on a couch, and as you surveyed your surroundings, you realized you
were still in Hiro’s lab. The lights had been dimmed a little and the computer
was closed. As you vision focused, you could see someone sitting in a chair
next to you, their arms crossed as they looked out the window.
“Hiro?” you muttered quietly.
You heard a deep chuckle.
“Wrong brother,” you heard.
Your vision cleared and you realized it was Tadashi sitting next to you. You
sat up on the couch.
“What’re you doing here?” you
asked with confusion. He scooted his chair close to you. You watched his
movements carefully. “Tadashi, I-” You swallowed your words when he
placed his lips on yours, letting his hands rest on your cheeks. Your eyes went
wide for a second, before they slipped shut and your body relaxed. His hands
slid down to your waist. You caught his hands in yours and broke the kiss
suddenly. “This isn’t right. You have Honey Lemon…” you trailed off.
“No. No I don’t.”
“Tadashi, I saw you two this
morning. I’m not stupid.”
“Honey Lemon kissed me. She got
excited about something and just… showed it in a funny way.” You looked
between Tadashi’s eyes and his lips. His hands continued their journey down
your sides and you let him, trusting him. “I love you, (Y/N). Not Honey Lemon. She’s a friend. You’re worth so much
more to me,” he said before claiming your lips once more. You slid into
his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist and the chair. Your hands tangled
in his hair and his hands gripped your waist firmly. Soon, kissing went to
making out, and making out led to Tadashi leaving kisses down your neck. It all
left you breathless.
“I… love you too… Tadashi,”
you breathed out heavily. He nipped at your neck and you let out a small
squeak. He backed off for a second and looked at you.
“Make that noise again,” he
told you. You looked at him, trying to get your breath back and your thoughts
“What?” you asked.
“That noise. It was cute. Make it
again,” he asked with a smile. You still weren’t processing your thoughts
fast enough to complete his request. He shook his head and went back to your
neck, nibbling on that same spot. You made the same noise as he kissed the
small wound he’d given you.
“Where in the world did this side
of you come from?” you asked as he resorted to light kisses on your neck
“This,” he paused to kiss you,
“is what you do to me,” Tadashi whispered as he leaned his forehead
on yours. “Will you be my girlfriend, (Y/N)?” You smiled and pecked
his lips, finally finding your breath.
-Anon request (A/N: Reader has the mutation of heightened senses and general ‘spidey senses’)
“Hey, Hank?” you called into the lab where Hank hadn’t emerged for three days now. It was normal enough for the reclusive scientist to busy himself under so much work that he forgot that he still needed things like food, water and showers. But this time, something felt a bit off to you, so you’d decided to go down and see him when he made another no-show at dinner.
At your first glance, form the door, you couldn’t immediately see anything wrong, but as you stepped into the lab your heightened sense of hearing picked up an odd hiccoughing noise coming from around the corner.
Frowning, your picked your way through the labyrinth of science equipment stacked precariously around the room, towards the source of the noise. As you rounded the corner, you spotted Hank bunched up on the floor with a half-empty bottle of liquor in one hand. His figure looked so small and was shaking with each sniffle.
“Hank?” you asked quietly, approaching him and kneeling down beside him. “Hank, what’s wrong?”
He shook his head miserably and offered, in a husky voice, “I’m…I’m just tired of…of being like this.” He gestured to himself with a particularly loud sniffle. “The professor managed to convince me to go down to the end of the road to collect the mail from the box and I-I thought it was fine until a car drove past…a-and I just- I freaked. The mail’s still lying on the floor at the end of the road and I just- I don’t want to leave.”
Sighing, you lay down next to him and said pointedly, “Hank, it was one car going really fast- for one thing they probably didn’t even see yo, and for another: they probably didn’t care.” Cupping his furry face with your hand, you added, “And if you don’t leave this bloody lab sometime soon, I think I’m gonna go mad. Alex has never been more annoying than when he’s missing you and Charles is driving everyone mad trying to pretend that nothing’s wrong.”
Hank grunted noncommittally, and you leaned upwards to drag him down next to you. Winding your arms around him, you pulled his body close to yours and buried your face in the musky fur of his chest. “I love you, Hank,” you mumbled into his fur, “And I hate seeing you so self-conscious, especially when I think you’re so beautiful.” Pulling his head downwards with a hand wound in his hair, you kissed him and muttered against his lips, “And if you leave the cooking to Sean again, we’re all going to die from food poisoning.”
Chuckling, the scientist, kissed you back and promised, “Ok, I’ll be up tomorrow for breakfast and I’ll be cooking blueberry pancakes.”
You burst into Donnie’s lab, throwing the doors open with a huge grin on your face. Donnie practically jumped out of his shell at your abrupt entrance. He turned to see who had rudely interrupted his experiment, only to be meet with you all bundled up in your winter attire with a smile clear on your face. Ignoring your strange choice of clothing, he said, “Can I help you?”
You stepped more into the lab letting the doors fall closed, “Donnie, I need you to see something.” He gave you a confused look before you just grabbed his wrist and began dragging him out of the lair. He chuckled as he let you pull him along, “And where exactly are we going, if I might ask?” Stopping you turned around so he could see your smile, “Come on you just have to see it.” And with that you turned around and started pulling him again.
When you finally got to the surface he saw what you were so happy about. There was a layer of white covering everything in sight as snow continued to fall from the sky. Donnie laughed, “You dragged me out into the freezing cold, to watch it snow?” You turned to face him, and almost screamed in joy, “Yeah! It’s the first snow of the year! Isn’t it beautiful? ” He watched you as you stretched your arms out and stuck your tongue out to catch snowflakes.
A small smile crept on to his lips as he watched you continue to play in the snow. “Yeah, beautiful,” Donnie whispered to himself before he ran up to help you make snow angels.
am i allowed to have paper drinking cups in my weird magical fantasy world, or is that cheating? i have combustion engines, gas lines, pipettes, printing presses, textbooks on electrical circuit design, swords, someone once made a gosip-around-the-water-cooler joke, so… yes?
You hear the sound of pounding feet, like someone is running
through the hallway. Moments later, your
door bursts open and you look up from the transistor data sheet you currently
had open on your laptop. You are greeted
by Tadashi’s smiling face. He isn’t
wearing his signature baseball cap, which is strange to you, but you find that
you actually kind of like this look.
“(Name)! You have to
come see this!” he tells you, stepping into your lab.
You raise an eye brow at him and can’t help but smile. “What is it?”
“I’m not going to tell you, you have to come see it!” His eyes are shining brightly to emphasize
how excited he is.
You chuckle and push yourself out of the computer
chair. “Alright, alright, I’m coming.”
You walk over until you are standing in front of him. You have to look up slightly to reach his
gaze because he is so much taller than you are.
“Turn around first,” he tells you.
Your brow furrows and you give him a suspicious look. He responds by smiling innocently at
you. Without words, you do as you are
“Close your eyes.”
You do as instructed.
You then jump slightly when you feel cool fabric caressing your face.
“Relax, it’s just a blind fold,” his voices soothes into
Your heartbeat accelerates as his warm breath fans across
the back of your neck, indicating how close he is. The fabric tightens around your eyes as he
ties it in a knot at the back of your head.
“Do you realize how dangerous it is to blindfold me while we’re in
lab? What if I walk straight into Wasabi’s
plasma laser, or bump into Honey Lemon’s chemistry set?”
“Such little faith, (Name).
Do you really think I’d just let you run loose like that? I promise I will stay right next to you the
whole time.” He stays quiet for a moment
before you feel his large hands rest on your shoulders. “All done.
A voicemail is left on her phone. "BABE. I'm about to handcuff myself to the computer desk, ... here I go... DONE! Yeah, so ya better hurry up an' come get it while it's hot, WOO! .... Hang on.. how am I s'pposed to end this message? I can't reach the phone!-- HNN.." headbutts the desk and the phone falls to the ground, ending the voice message.
Burnet sets down the phone. She wouldn’t be surprised if he had broken them by the time she got there. Rolling her eyes, she goes off to find the man she married with a smile on her face.
“Honey?” she called, stepping into the lab. Just like he said, he was cuffed to the desk. She put a hand to her lips, giggling.
A breakthrough stem cell experiment just brought us a step
closer to lab-grown human eyeballs and restoring vision to the blind,
according to new research published in the journal Nature.
A team of biologists discovered a new way to grow parts of
the retina, cornea and lenses of eyeballs. In the experiment, the
researchers restored vision to blinded rabbits by growing new corneas
from stem cells. There’s just one big challenge ahead.
❛ I should have known better. I should have paid attention. Gods, why didn’t I just pay attention.❜
Thoughts raced through Hiccup’s head a mile a minute as he did what he could to pull hide in his hoodie as he all but sprinted through the halls trying to find anywhere he could hide.
It had all happened so fast. Starting out as an average day in chemistry during a lab. Hiccup had been following all the instructions, directing it step by step with his lab partner and sort-of friend Audrey. He was a stickler for that kind of thing, always finding it necessary to follow the rules, which was sensible when they were messing with chemicals and he had no idea what they could do. He just knew they smelled kind of awful even from a distance.
Things had been going smoothly, everything going according to plan, but that was when the brunet knew he should have figured something would go wrong. He’d always been a bit of a clutz and when he’d just reached to scoot the test tube holder closer to himself to add the last few drops needed to complete their concoction, the rather flimsy stand had gotten caught on the edge of his notebook and toppled over. Things seemed okay at first, most of it just landed on the table but one drop, one tiny drop, hand landed on his hand.
The teacher was quick to inspect the situation and state the chemicals were not corrosive though he needed to wash his hands immediately, but Hiccup didn’t hear him or his lab partner or anyone in the class that might’ve started chattering about how ‘of course it would be Hiccup knocking something over’ or people just generally uncaring of his whole situation who wanted to gossip amongst themselves.
Everything was silent, because he felt a deep sense of dread welling up inside him as his deepest secret was moments from being revealed from his class. That was when he’d bolted, with a pitiful excuse of ❝I need to throw up I’m sorry!❞
It was the first thing that popped into his head as he’d ran, feeling his blood start to boil as his forest green eyes grew brighter and more acidic, pupils slitting, and his teeth sharpened into fangs.
That’s what landed him here, barricading himself in the bathroom at the end of the school hardly anyone bothered to enter, having locked the door and slumped up against it just to make sure not a soul could come in. You see, he was a Dragon shifter, and nobody outside his his father and pseudo-uncle knew it. He was usually under control of himself, but those chemicals the second they’d touched his skin…whatever they were they’d made the beast inside want to come out, and he couldn’t risk that happening in front of any of his peers. He’d sensed something was off about it but just continued on and shirked his feelings and now he was trapped in this situation. Nobody could know he was actually a monster.
Punky Monkey - S Coming Home by Rita Ora (Acoustic)
To step into Cosima’s lab is to shed the skins of all the fake people she’s built over the years, to let the lies drift off her shoulders like so much dust (nothing quite so beautiful as snow); Sarah feels the weight, but she feels its absence more, in those moments of peace.
Cosima’s lack of judgement, her knack for picking up those discarded pieces and admiring them like works of art by an undiscovered artist (less like the scientist Sarah might expect, picking out holes and inconsistencies under a microscope), alleviates the tension from Sarah’s shoulders and forearms, where she holds it for defence.
She feels the eventual embrace the way she feels a punch: it starts as a flicker in her core, radiating out towards her feet first (planting them like roots rather than claws digging in), then through her back and shoulders, rippling down through that tense forearm, and finally out through the hand - but where a punch feels like fire zipping from muscle group to muscle group, this feels like the sun.