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May I request France era Daryl? Reader sees how stressed he is and, though she is feeling the same way, she wants to take his mind off things. Cue some sexy times.
Title: The Theory of Touch
Rating: NSFW❤️🔥 18+
Word count: 1.6k
Time: Daryl Dixon ep 1
Summary: Daryl and Reader haven’t met eye to eye since they were in America, with Daryl’s guilt over the situation, reader can’t seem to get through to him— until finally, they do. FEMALE reader!
A/N— please ignore the fact that the reader didn’t have a bra or shoes on. Just pretend she took them off to dry or something idk. Also! I haven’t written smut in over a year so I do apologize if it’s not up to par with my other works!
France. You hated France.
You couldn’t read any of the signs, you couldn’t understand any of the labels, you didn’t know where you were, you didn’t know how to get home.
You were lost, in a vacuum of uncertainty.
Daryl wasn’t really helping. Once you’d washed to shore, it was as if a switch flipped and he turned into a shell of the man you knew. He wasn’t speaking to you— he couldn’t even look at you.
You knew— he felt guilty. He was the one who started the fight that got you here. He wouldn’t talk to you in the cell either, apart from a grunt or a nod— he even shrugged you off when you tried to hold his hand.
You missed the man you’d married. He’d had his moments in the past— but they’d never lasted this unbearably long— not with you— never with you.
Finding that little abandoned boat was probably the best thing that’s happened to either of you in weeks. Not only was the past owner English speaking, but he had laid out a map, and unknowingly gave you the strength to keep going.
Even so, the issue with Daryl persisted long into the night. His spark was gone.
“Daryl.” You called, scooting over to him on the creaky floorboards. His back was turned to you as he stared up towards the cloudless sky, picking at the bones from the fish you had shared earlier in the day.
Of course, he didn’t answer.
“Daryl talk to me.” You borderline begged, reaching your hand up to grasp at his shoulder, begging to whatever god may be listening that he wouldn’t shrug you off again.
He didn’t, though he didn’t seem to be paying you any mind either. His coastal blue eyes still staring up, a newfound gleam settling itself over them. He was fighting back the urge to cry.
“I love you.” He finally cracked out, his head falling as his body shook.
He just didn’t know what to do. He had promised you so many years ago, that he’d protect you, that he would keep you safe no matter the cost. All he’s managed to do is cause trouble. He didn’t deserve your kind words. He didn’t deserve your love.
But his love was all he had to give. Not salvation, not protection, not even a roof over your pretty little head.
Wrapping your arms around him, you held him close, peppering small kisses along his tear stained cheek.
“I know you do, I know you do— I love you too.” You repeated over and over again, begging him to see you, to see that you were okay, to see that you loved him just as much as you did yesterday, just as much as the day you’d met him. He was your life, your reason for living.
The kisses continued, soothing their way up and down his neck, behind his ear and along his hairline. You needed his touch— and he needed yours.
After what felt like hours, he finally turned your way, his calloused hand making its way up to cradle your soft cheek as he leaned in, his lips finally encapsulating your own.
This kiss— it felt just like the first kiss you had ever shared, the absolute desperation in your body’s screaming to be satisfied. You couldn’t live without each other’s touch.
You quickly became breathless as his body pushed into yours, his teeth dragging along your lower lip as he begged you for permission to deepen the kiss— you of course, complied.
His tongue felt like fire against yours as his hands ripped their way under your clothes, his cold fingers tracing the indentation under your breasts, warming themselves up before engulfing them whole, squeezing and twisting your malleable skin.
Soon you felt your own hands doing much the same, sneaking their way to the hem of his shirt, begging for him to rip it off.
The cold air of the night long gone between the friction of your bodies.
Soon both of your shirts were long gone as he pushed you to the floor, the freezing feeling of the damp wood bringing you down from your high as Daryl crawled his way between your parted legs, his head darling straight for your neck as his hands once more moved to cup your breasts.
His mouth traced every vein and artery you had, sucking in perfectly round bruises as he skillfully made you lose your sanity.
The ache between your legs unable to be soothed as his hips were angled just perfectly to make it impossible to create friction.
“Baby please—“ you begged, silently groaning with half lidded eyes as you clawed your fingers down his spine, unable to take the sweet torture after weeks without it.
He didn’t listen to your begging however, he only moved his body downwards, making sure your legs had no chance of coming together. He wasn’t a sadist, but he did love to see you beg— to see you completely undone.
His tongue darted down your chest, leaving bitter kisses down its path, avoiding your nipples all together— he had a different craving that day.
He traced all the way down to the hem of your pants, tracing his fingers across the seams, sucking away at the spot right above where you needed him most.
You were almost in tears, feeling the hot building pressure begging for release. You dared not beg as you thrashed your body around, you needed him now, you couldn’t handle it any longer.
Ripping your hands from above your head, you threaded them into the archers hair, pushing his face where you needed it, almost growing as you did so.
He chuckled, his first real laugh in heaven knows how long, as he slowly undid your button and zipper, ripping down the rest of your clothing before sliding his hands under your thighs, pushing them up, refusing to give you the power you so desperately wanted.
With your body open to him fully, he took a glance at your beautiful wet folds, how they quivered in the newly chilly environment, as he brought his head down to you once more.
The first dart of his tongue was nothing but that— a tease to rile you up, purposefully missing all of the parts that needed attention.
“Daryl— Daryl please I can’t handle this— please!”
This time, he did listen to you, his tongue darting out once more, immediately circling your clit in a way that had you arching your body in utter relief.
His skillful tongue flicked and prodded, finding all of your weak spots using nothing but muscle memory, the hot boiling feeling building in the best way possible as you came closer and closer to your sweet release.
Soon his lips closed around your sensitive bud as he started sucking and lapping, his hand releasing your thigh as he slowly slid a finger into you, his calloused fingertip immediately finding the soft spot that drew you mad.
Your moan was quiet as you finally got your release, it came like hot boiling lava. You were positive you’d never had an orgasm so unbelievably blissful.
He rode you out throughout your high, slowing down his motions as your body began to twitch, your thighs quivering uncontrollably.
Soon his mouth and hand were removed, his eyes glancing into your own, both pairs half lidded.
A small laugh filled the space between the two of you, you were finally becoming yourselves again.
Daryl had planned on giving you time to recover, you were still heaving, your eyes completely glossed over— though you had other plans as you shoved your heel into his side, urging for him to continue.
You still needed his touch— you weren’t satisfied.
You watched as his beautifully crafted hands popped open his jeans, sliding them down to his knees.
He never was a guy who enjoyed underwear— and today was no different.
His cock sat firm between his legs, the tip already glistening with precum as he stroked himself, preparing his body for your warmth.
“I love you Daryl.” You whispered, looking him in the eyes as he began to trace the tip of his cock between your folds.
Instead of replying, he once again smashed your lips together as he slid himself inside you, the stretch once again igniting that soft burn between your legs.
The first few thrusts were deep and slow, his body colliding with yours over and over again as he began to create a blissful rhythm.
Your lips stayed connected as you once more fought for dominance, your tongues dancing with the melody of your body’s.
Daryl’s hands were gripping your hips so hard with every thrust, you knew you’d be sore, but just knowing he was touching you, that he was feeling you— it was worth it.
Every thrust lit a fire under your skin, constantly hitting that soft bundle inside of you— your head felt like static, all you could feel was him— his body— his breath. You were in heaven.
The build up of his vigorous hips happened much faster than before, your body was already beyond sensitive, as you felt the elastic band inside you snap, you once again spilled your high squeezing yourself around his cock as your warmth overtook him.
“Gnh—!” He growled, snapping his hips a few more times before ripping himself out of you and spilling all over your breathless, heaving body.
You stayed like that for a few minutes, catching your breath, listening for any change of sound around you. As quiet as you both tried to be, any noise is still noise.
Once the coast was deemed clear and the two of you had calmed down and gotten dressed, it seemed your relationship had been put back into place.
Lying on the floor, your head cradled into Daryl’s chest, you spoke one final time for that night,
“We can get through this, I know we can.”
#daryl dixon#the walking dead daryl#daryl dixion x reader#twd#daryl dixion imagine#daryl imagines#daryl x y/n#twd daryl#daryl dixon show
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🎃BTAS!Scarecrow Headcanons🎃
X Reader included!
Jonathan is a ‘cold and unfeeling’ man, on the outside that is. Despite his incessant need to show others how terryfing he is, he is awfully sentimental. He’s the kind of man to cry over a children’s picture book if it truly strikes a chord with him. The same could be said if you do simple gestures for him
I’d like to imagine that he’s a ‘Tea and heated blanket, maybe with a book’ kinda guy. It’s the comfort that gets to him, truly.
He’d keep copies of his favorite books at Arkham. Now, since this is BTAS, Arkham still mistreates everyone, but I can imagine they allow certain things into the inmates cells to keep them feeling a little more human. His favorite book is Dantes Inferno, because to him it’s a perfect example of fear encapsulated in one man’s mind. Go off, cornball.
He had a pet, once, back when he was a professor. She was an old kitten, who he’d kept with him since he was a child. She’s a black cat that’s missing part of her ear, and her name is Jessicat, which leads into the next headcanon.
All of his pets have a corny pun name. He has multiple, yes. Canonically he has a singular crow named Crowford, and he thinks it’s the funniest thing.
Most scarecrow x readers often veiw scarecrow as like, your protector but.. this man couldn’t save his ass let alone someone else’s. Yes, he would live and die for you, and do it over and over again, but he’s touch starved and lonely. He doesn’t expect it or demand it, but he’s the kinda guy to need to be comforted by his significant other all the time. Jonathan or Scarecrow he wants to feel cared for.
He’s good friends with Harley Quinn due to their shared position. Yes, it’s canon their friends but.. *sets off a smoke bomb and runs away*
Before joker fucking destroyed Gothams television, Jonathan and Edward would watch documentaries and discuss them. Now, Arkham didn’t have any services other than cable, and since there was always a fight on who got to watch what.. they hardly did enjoy spending time like that.
Shakes sometimes. Mostly an anxiety thing.
This is all I have for now. If you have a request please tell me! Dms are open, I think.
#btas jonathan crane#btas x reader#btas batman#btas#batman#scarecrow x reader#new account#lol#Bangs x scarecrow canon#btas scarecrow#btas scarecrow x reader#btas Jonathan crane x reader
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Prompts you say! Prompts I got!
Love to see some Needy!Raphael in whatever fashion you choose. Just wanna see the devil beg.
Love your work by the way! <3
oh you - you I like
also thank u bb ilu
i hope (such a funny thing, hope) you enjoy ~
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“You cannot be here.”
“Shh. You’re making it worse. I need to focus so I can mend these properly without missing pieces of muscle or tender sinew.”
Gale can feel Raphael’s teeth grinding together. The lines of his lean body are tense, every muscle knitted up tight like his furrowed brow.
Guilt chews at Gale despite his protective anger. Exhaling through his nose, the mage presses a hand flat to Raphael’s ruined back and murmurs “how long do we have?”
“It varies,” Raphael drawls. “Depending on what my dear lord husband requires.”
Bile and rage crowd into Gale’s mouth. Raphael’s pale back is a mottled battlefield of new whiplash wounds, frayed flesh going purple at the edges of what will surely become a new grid of scars on his ruined body.
No - not ruined. He has not been ruined in any way that could matter. No one, not even the great devil Mephistopheles, would be the ruin of such a man.
“You need to go,” Raphael says, not for the first time. “Or we will both suffer when he finds you here. Especially as you are.”
“And how am I?”
There’s a brief silence.
“Furious,” Raphael murmurs, turning his head to the side to eye Gale in his periphery. “I can taste it. Like licorice and whiskey.”
Gale smiles a bit. He takes in the elegance of Raphael’s aquiline profile and reaches out when a tear cuts down the devil’s cheek. Slowly, the mage rises from where he sits on a stool behind Raphael - sat backwards on a simple chair so Gale can tend to his back - and moves to stand before him.
The sanctuary of Raphael’s bedchamber is a fickle one. He knows this. It is less a sanctuary and more a concubine’s cell; the bathchamber has become Gale’s domain, the place where he can put a barrier - magical and mental - between Raphael and the rest of the room.
“Dekarios,” Raphael starts warningly; “Gale,” the wizard murmurs as he crouches down and takes in the bloodied plain of Raphael’s chest. “I think we’re past the threshold of surnames and bullish masculinity to keep the tenderness at bay, Raphael. At least, I hope we are.”
Perhaps it’s not the best thing, the fact that Gale finds anger so very fetching on Raphael’s vulpine face. Ever hurtling towards imminent demise, Gale reaches up and cups Raphael’s clenching jaw. He thumbs over the five o’clock shadow there and Raphael’s fury ebbs away to reveal a horribly aching thing - an emotion Gale cannot rightly put a name to because it encapsulates too much.
It bleeds. That much he knows.
And then - Raphael’s eyes flash open and he stiffens, swaying back and away from Gale’s touch.
“You need to go,” the Devil says urgently. “Dekarios - Gale. Please.”
His voice fractures around the word. True fear radiates from Raphael like heat from a burning coal.
“Please,” Raphael utters wretchedly again, lurching forward to fist a hand in Gale’s tunic, “take this victory and run - you have to go. Please, Gale - go. I will be - I will endure.”
Gale’s heart thunders in his throat. When Raphael splays his hand over his chest, he covers it with his own and cups Raphael’s jaw with his other.
There is a moment - a Moment - wherein Gale Dekarios realizes that the world as he’s known it has been irrevocably changed. Raphael’s eyes drop to his lips and Gale’s gut tightens like it’s been wound around a steel bar.
For a Moment suspended far out of fear, they share a breath between them. Their lips do not touch - but it’s a very close thing. Raphael makes a sound as if he’s been struck, mouth parting as his body strains towards Gale’s, drawn by the magnetic force that exists like a living thing between them.
And then -
“Please,” Raphael croaks. “Go.”
He’s done it.
He’s made the devil beg.
It’s a sour, hollow victory. Just as Gale toes the line between utter stupidity and selfish ignorance, his eyes fly open and he sits bolt upright in his cot. In his tent, in their camp - leagues and realms and ruins away from where Raphael lingers in the maw of a beast he cannot outrun.
He moves through his morning in a stupor, the scent of musk and cherries and sulphuric ozone burning at the back of his tongue. It’s not until Astarion says “as long as Gale stays on his good side, that is,” that Gale blinks and forces himself to look up from his own wringing hands.
“What?”
“I was saying,” Astarion says, irate that he has to repeat himself, “that we can count the devil as an ally - so long as you remain useful to him.”
It’s as if someone’s gone and dropped a chunk of glacier into his belly.
That’s right, isn’t it? Astarion’s right.
Gale is useful. Raphael didn’t beg him to flee out of any want to keep him, the man surrounding the orb, safe. If it weren’t for the orb, Raphael wouldn’t give half a damn about him.
And yet -
And yet.
Gale has sympathy for the devil. That will never change.
But something… something has changed.
And he’s not going to give up on Raphael until he figures out exactly what that means.
#baldur’s gate 3#the land of gods and monsters verse#bg3 raphael#gale dekarios#prompts#I LOVE YOU THANK YOU FOR THIS#YOU UNDERSTAND ME#Gaphael
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Been going through tonight's Chimera!Emmet posts, and I have a couple thoughts. First of all, your example of "If you chopped up a bunch of brains and sewed them together, you'd get a new consciosness" honestly might not be that accurate. Assuming someone did have the technology to make a functioning brain out of that, not only are brains kinda cracked on how much bullshit they' can they're capable of, it's surprisingly common for people to live almost completely normal lives with upwards of half their brains flat out missing; but having multiple identities sharing a brain space is a thing, as seem with Dissasociative Identity Disorder, though you might only know it as the outdated name of Multiple Personality Disorder. Ofcourse, none of that is accounting for how much psychological trauma such an operation would result in. And is completely powerless to the point of it being your AU, you can do whatever the hell you want. Other than that, I think it's sort of confusing to call this AU "Chimera Emmet AU" If Emmet's dead. It's not wrong per se, given that Emmet was used as part of the Chimera. But I feel the name implies that calling it "Chimera Emmet" implies that Emmet would still be in there somewhere. Sorry if all that came off as negative by the by. I mostly just wanted to talk about how damn weird our brains are, and why people might be confused about the relationship between Agee and what they used to be.
On your points:
1: this is pokemon so people's ability to do shit is significantly heightened. The idea is that just about every brain from every being in Agee contributed a part of each major sector of the brain therefore no real "ruling" on which part would (in an instance where all entities are conscious during activity) have greater standing.
Also, chopping up brains and sewing them together is not how the scientists literally made Agee. It's an example. In my little think-piece world (and please mind that I am working on limited knowledge and stretching a lot because none of this can actually happen), each brain was dissected, tested for certain responses, broken down, had their DNA sequences altered to a spliced and edited sequence via a man-made virus while the bodies were under immunosuppressants, and collected into a vat with some sciency goo that is full of embryonic stem cells that are stimulated to take the bits of the brain already provided and stitch all the necessary bits together using new cells. Is it unrealistic? Hell fucking yes it is but shshshshshsh don't worry. I monsterfied him. It's all gucci.
2: I'm fully aware DID's existence, don't get it twisted. And you are right, my story specifically involves Agee being their own being and not multiple personalities. It kinda ruins what I'm going for. I didn't make claim that multiple personalities can't exist in the same brain, just that it's certainly not happening here and definitely not happening solely in part to 4 different brains being frankensteined together, seeing as DID is a trauma response primarily and the majority of Agee's memory of what happened before consciousness is not really there.
3: Chimera Emmet AU is kinda grandfathered in at this point. The au started a whole lot differently. I even had an og name for Agee- Galemartross- that got totally scrapped in favor for Agee. Chimera Emmet AU is just meant to encapsulate the premise of the AU in an easily understandable way. Emmet. He's a Chimera now. Read more to find out what the fuck is going on. I just started with Chimera Emmet Au when I first drafted concepts and I'm not changing it now
Hope that covered everything =w=
#man when i get talking i fucking ramble dont i#ask raisans#chimera emmet au#tw surgery#tw death mention#tw medical#tw body horror#i talked about a lot here
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"A Room Full of Ghosts: Reflections on Moving"
There is a peculiar weight to the act of moving, a heaviness that transcends the physical labour of packing boxes and transporting belongings. It is a process steeped in nostalgia, a confrontation with the past that stirs emotions long buried beneath the surface. As I sift through the remnants of my life in a home I have inhabited for fourteen years, I find myself surrounded by objects that evoke memories—some sweet, others painfully bittersweet.
Each item I encounter feels like a portal to a different time, a different version of myself. There’s the harmonica, its dent a testament to a moment of careless enthusiasm, a reminder of a fellow musician who stepped on it during a raucous jam session. It was a small tragedy in the grand scheme of things, yet it encapsulates the joy and chaos of years spent immersed in music, where every note was a lifeline. And then there’s the hat, worn at countless gigs, a constant companion that rarely left my head. It is a relic of my identity, a symbol of the person I was—bold, carefree, and perhaps a little reckless.
Yet, as I pack these objects away, I am struck by the realisation that they are not merely possessions; they are fragments of a life lived, reminders of people I have lost in one way or another. A faded photograph of a friend I once considered a brother, now a ghost of laughter and shared secrets, sits tucked in a drawer. I remember the nights we spent talking until dawn, our dreams spilling into the early morning light, only to fade into silence as life took us in different directions. There’s a worn-out journal filled with half-finished thoughts and sketches, a testament to a friendship that dwindled as we grew apart, each page a reminder of the connection we once shared.
As friendships faded away, I often found myself alone, and at times my home became a cell for the damaged soul that desperately tried to cling to people while simultaneously pushing them away. This space, my sanctuary, is where I recorded my first albums. The sound of the bedroom—the lo-fi, cramped, and messy recordings—was a reflection of my state of mind at the time. It was a place where I fought countless battles with myself, where I withdrew when the world became too overwhelming. I moved in, still recovering from a nervous breakdown, emotionally vulnerable and raw. This building became a cocoon, a refuge where I could confront my demons in solitude, where I could push the world away when my mental health began to decline once more.
Now, as I prepare to leave, I am acutely aware of what I am abandoning. I am not just packing up furniture and belongings; I am leaving behind memories, emotions, and the person I was when I first arrived. My sofa, covered in claw marks from my now-deceased cat Haribo, is a bittersweet reminder of companionship and comfort during lonely nights. I think of the countless hours spent curled up with a book, the laughter shared with friends who would crash on that very couch, and the tears shed during moments of despair.
I am shedding my skin, leaving behind the remnants of experiences that shaped me. The coffee table, scratched and stained from years of use, holds the echoes of conversations that linger in the air—discussions about love, loss, and the future. It was here that I hosted friends for impromptu gatherings, where we shared food, music, and stories that will now only exist in memory.
In this process, I confront the bittersweet nature of change. The act of moving is not merely a physical relocation; it is an emotional upheaval, a reckoning with the past that demands acknowledgment. As I close the door on this chapter of my life, I carry with me the weight of memories and the lessons learned, even as I step into the unknown. The guitars, the harmonica, the hat, and all the other objects I’ve collected will find their way into boxes, but the essence of what they represent—the laughter, the tears, the struggles—will remain etched in my heart.
Moving is a paradox, a simultaneous act of leaving and arriving, of loss and renewal. It is a reminder that we are ever-evolving, shaped by our experiences and the spaces we inhabit. As I take this step forward, I do so with a mixture of trepidation and hope, ready to embrace the next phase of my journey, even as I carry the weight of my past with me. I mourn the loss of the person I was, even though in many ways I hated that person, grappling with the fear of embracing a new chapter of my life. The memories linger, and in their wake, I find both sorrow and the faintest glimmer of possibility.
#writing#essay writing#neurodivergent#neurodiversity#therapy#moving home#nostalgia#nostalgic#shedding skin
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Reaction is reaction
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Who is the first ancestor of living beings
The last universal common ancestor is the hypothesized common ancestral cell from which the three domains of life, the Bacteria, the Archaea, and the Eukarya originated. It is suggested to have been a "cellular organism that had a lipid bilayer and used DNA, RNA, and protein". Wikipedia
Looking for LUCA, the Last Universal Common Ancestor
NASA Astrobiology (.gov)
https://astrobiology.nasa.gov › news › looking-for-luca...
30 Mar 2017
Around 4 billion years ago there lived a microbe called LUCA — the Last Universal Common Ancestor. There is evidence that it could have lived a somewhat ‘alien’ lifestyle, hidden away deep underground in iron-sulfur rich hydrothermal vents. Anaerobic and autotrophic, it didn’t breathe air and made its own food from the dark, metal-rich environment around it. Its metabolism depended upon hydrogen, carbon dioxide and nitrogen, turning them into compounds such as ammonia. Most remarkable of all, this little microbe was the beginning of a long lineage that encapsulates all life on Earth.
If we trace the tree of life far enough back in time, we come to find that we’re all related to LUCA. If the war cry for our exploration of Mars is ‘follow the water’, then in the search for LUCA it’s ‘follow the genes’. The study of the genetic tree of life, which reveals the genetic relationships and evolutionary history of organisms, is called phylogenetics. Over the last 20 years our technological ability to fully sequence genomes and build up vast genetic libraries has enabled phylogenetics to truly come of age and has taught us some profound lessons about life’s early history.
For a long time it was thought that the tree of life formed three main branches, or domains, with LUCA at the base —eukarya, bacteria and archaea. The latter two— the prokaryotes— share similarities in being unicellular and lack a nucleus, and are differentiated from one another by subtle chemical and metabolic differences. Eukarya, on the other hand, are the complex, multicellular life forms comprised of membrane-encased cells, each incorporating a nucleus containing the genetic code as well as the mitochondria ‘organelles’ powering the cell’s metabolism. The eukarya are considered so radically different from the other two branches as to necessarily occupy its own domain.
However, a new picture has emerged that places eukarya as an offshoot of bacteria and archaea. This “two-domain tree” was first hypothesized by evolutionary biologist Jim Lake at UCLA in 1984, but only got a foothold in the last decade, in particular due to the work of evolutionary molecular biologist Martin Embley and his lab at the University of Newcastle, UK, as well as evolutionary biologist William Martin at the Heinrich Heine University in Düsseldorf, Germany.
Bill Martin and six of his Düsseldorf colleagues (Madeline Weiss, Filipa Sousa, Natalia Mrnjavac, Sinje Neukirchen, Mayo Roettger and Shijulal Nelson-Sathi) published a 2016 paper in the journal Nature Microbiology describing this new perspective on LUCA and the two-domain tree with phylogenetics.
Reaction is reaction
Radiation and carbon
Gas expansion in it
Ice Acid Water Rock
Gas expansion in it
Ice Acid Water Rock
Reaction is reaction
Radiation and carbon
Gas expansion in it
Ice Acid Water Rock
Gas expansion in it
Ice Acid Water Rock
Ice melts too
That too is a reaction
Turns into water or smoke
Hydrogen in every composition
Turns into water or smoke
Hydrogen in every composition
Ice melts too
That too is a reaction
Turns into water or smoke
Hydrogen in every composition
Turns into water or smoke
Hydrogen in every composition
Reaction is reaction
Radiation and carbon
Gas expansion in it
Ice Acid Water Rock
Gas expansion in it
Ice Acid Water Rock
Reaction is reaction
Radiation and carbon
Gas expansion in it
Ice Acid Water Rock
Gas expansion in it
Ice Acid Water Rock
Hydrogen is radiation
Whose expansion is the universe
Water hydrogen peroxide
Where even biology is a thorn
Water hydrogen peroxide
Where even biology is a thorn
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Whose expansion is the universe
Water hydrogen peroxide
Where even biology is a thorn
Water hydrogen peroxide
Where even biology is a thorn
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Radiation and carbon
Gas expansion in it
Ice Acid Water Rock
Gas expansion in it
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Gas expansion in it
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अंतिम सार्वभौमिक सामान्य पूर्वज वह परिकल्पित सामान्य पैतृक कोशिका है जिससे जीवन के तीन डोमेन, बैक्टीरिया, आर्किया और यूकेरिया की उत्पत्ति हुई। यह सुझाव दिया गया है कि यह "कोशिकीय जीव था जिसमें लिपिड बिलेयर था और जो डीएनए, आरएनए और प्रोटीन का उपयोग करता था"। विकिपीडिया
LUCA, अंतिम सार्वभौमिक सामान्य पूर्वज की तलाश
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लगभग 4 बिलियन साल पहले LUCA नामक एक सूक्ष्म जीव रहता था - अंतिम सार्वभौमिक सामान्य पूर्वज। इस बात के प्रमाण हैं कि यह कुछ हद तक 'एलियन' जीवनशैली जी सकता था, जो लोहे-सल्फर से भरपूर हाइड्रोथर्मल वेंट में गहरे भूमिगत छिपा हुआ था। अवायवीय और स्वपोषी, यह हवा में सांस नहीं लेता था और अपने आस-पास के अंधेरे, धातु-समृद्ध वातावरण से अपना भोजन खुद बनाता था। इसका चयापचय हाइड्रोजन, कार्बन डाइऑक्साइड और नाइट्रोजन पर निर्भर करता था, जो उन्हें अमोनिया जैसे यौगिकों में बदल देता था। सबसे उल्लेखनीय बात यह है कि यह छोटा सा सूक्ष्म जीव एक लंबी वंशावली की शुरुआत थी जो पृथ्वी पर सभी जीवन को समाहित करती है।
यदि हम जीवन के वृक्ष को समय में बहुत पीछे तक खोजते हैं, तो हम पाते हैं कि हम सभी LUCA से संबंधित हैं। यदि मंगल ग्रह की हमारी खोज के लिए युद्ध का नारा 'पानी का अनुसरण करें' है, तो LUCA की खोज में यह 'जीन का अनुसरण करें' है। जीवन के आनुवंशिक वृक्ष का अध्ययन, जो जीवों के आनुवंशिक संबंधों और विकासवादी इतिहास को प्रकट करता है, को फ़ाइलोजेनेटिक्स कहा जाता है। पिछले 20 वर्षों में जीनोम को पूरी तरह से अनुक्रमित करने और विशाल आनुवंशिक पुस्तकालयों का निर्माण करने की हमारी तकनीकी क्षमता ने फ़ाइलोजेनेटिक्स को वास्तव में परिपक्व होने में सक्षम बनाया है और हमें जीवन के प्रारंभिक इतिहास के बारे में कुछ गहन सबक सिखाए हैं।
लंबे समय तक यह माना जाता था कि जीवन के वृक्ष ने LUCA के आधार पर तीन मुख्य शाखाएँ या डोमेन बनाए हैं - यूकेरिया, बैक्टीरिया और आर्किया। बाद के दो - प्रोकैरियोट्स - एककोशिकीय होने और नाभिक की कमी के कारण समानताएं साझा करते हैं, और सूक्ष्म रासायनिक और चयापचय अंतरों द्वारा एक दूसरे से अलग होते हैं। दूसरी ओर, यूकेरिया जटिल, बहुकोशिकीय जीवन रूप हैं जो झिल्ली-आवरण वाली कोशिकाओं से बने होते हैं, जिनमें से प्रत्येक में एक नाभिक होता है जिसमें आनुवंशिक कोड के साथ-साथ कोशिका के चयापचय को शक्ति देने वाले माइटोकॉन्ड्रिया 'ऑर्गेनेल' होते हैं। यूकेरिया को अन्य दो शाखाओं से इतना अलग माना जाता है कि यह अनिवार्य रूप से अपने स्वयं के डोमेन पर कब्जा कर लेता है। हालाँकि, एक नई तस्वीर सामने आई है जो यूकेरिया को बैक्टीरिया और आर्किया की एक शाखा के रूप में रखती है। इस "दो-डोमेन ट्री" की परिकल्पना सबसे पहले 1984 में UCLA में विकासवादी जीवविज्ञानी जिम लेक द्वारा की गई थी, लेकिन पिछले दशक में ही इसे पैर जमाने का मौका मिला, विशेष रूप से यूके के न्यूकैसल विश्वविद्यालय में विकासवादी आणविक जीवविज्ञानी मार्टिन एम्बले और उनकी प्रयोगशाला के साथ-साथ जर्मनी के डसेलडोर्फ में हेनरिक हेन विश्वविद्यालय में विकासवादी जीवविज्ञानी विलियम मार्टिन के काम के कारण। बिल मार्टिन और उनके छह डसेलडोर्फ सहयोगियों (मैडलिन वेइस, फिलिपा सूसा, नतालिया मृन्जावैक, सिंजे न्यूकिर्चेन, मेयो रोएटगर और शिजुलल नेल्सन-साथी) ने 2016 में नेचर माइक्रोबायोलॉजी पत्रिका में एक पेपर प्रकाशित किया, जिसमें LUCA और फायलोजेनेटिक्स के साथ दो-डोमेन वृक्ष पर इस नए परिप्रेक्ष्य का वर्णन किया गया।
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A Transforming Light
Lately, the fear of the unknown seized Anna's mind to the point that she would forget where she was, what time it was, or what world she lived in. The only thing she was conscious of was the prison wherein she became accustomed to living. It was now Friday, 1 PM in the afternoon. Anna forced herself to sit up in bed. She wiggled her toes and firmly pinched her arm. Then, she checked the pulse behind her ear. She was still alive. Well, I guess I’ve got a little more time, she thought to herself, apathetically.
It had been 52 days since she received the mind-altering news, and over a month since her boyfriend Paul left. She knew he was tiring of her moodiness. The day that she received the dreadful news, she couldn’t muster the courage to tell him why she’d been so moody lately, so instead she picked a fight. She wanted not only him, but everyone and everything to go away. She got her wish, and finally pushed Paul out of the door. Now, she remained pinned to the safety net of her comforter and pillows, fastened between loneliness and pride.
Anna’s cell phone began to ring frantically, agitating the stillness in the room. Already on edge, Anna’s heart skipped a beat. She answered the call as she got out of bed. “Hello?”
“Anna. It’s Paul.” The voice on the other end was uneasy.
“Hey.” She felt as if she'd been separated from the love of her life for ages. But, he had no idea what had been eating her up inside. "It really is good to hear your voice, Paul."
“Anna, listen, I know that my decision to go was very abrupt. I was angry too, I felt pushed aside." She understood, but she had wanted him to go in that moment. She would have left her too!
“Paul, you can’t even begin to imagine how isolated I feel. I'll explain soon, I promise.” Weak and fatigued from hiding behind a hardened facade, Anna yearned for Paul's comforting arms. Come on Anna, this is your soulmate, she thought. How could she hide any part of her soul? Paul was a good man, but he was only a man. She needed a divine touch.
“I love you Anna. Whatever it is, I'm here for you.” Paul continued to attempt to save any bit of trust that remained in Anna’s heart.
“Paul, remember the doctor’s appointment I had a while back? Well, it wasn’t just a check-up. It was a dreaded follow-up. ” Anna took hold of her anxiety flung it into the air. She continued, “Paul, I have breast cancer.”
A part of her had wanted to tell him as soon as she got the news, but instead of sharing the truth, her panic pushed him away. Anna’s hand began to tremble slightly while holding the phone to her ear. She could picture the tears falling from Paul’s eyes, rolling down his cheeks, passing the distinct cleft in his chin, and evaporating into a helpless space. She could see his deep brown eyes well up like the soil during an incessant rainstorm.
“I understand why you left. I was so scared and angry. I should have told you. I just didn’t know how to.” Anna’s words tapered off into even more painful sobs. There had to be a gateway for relief. Where was the deliverance for the broken-hearted?
“Sweetheart I’m coming home. Nothing you can say right now will change my mind.” Anna felt undeserving of Paul’s forgiving ways and his unconditional love, but she needed that love. She needed a relentless love to fight the pain.
Lately, Anna's mornings, afternoons, and nights seemed to meld like a cornucopia of unsightly, useless produce. She could have more productive days, but she'd been in a dark place that seemed impenetrable by light. Today was especially dark and useless, so she decided to go to bed early.
Sleep now wanted in, and her subconscious began to knock from the other side. Anna felt a very light tap on her shoulder. Looking over toward her bedroom door, she saw a beautiful young lady dressed in a lily-white gown. A ring of light encapsulated her, continuing through the doorway. The ethereal lady smiled big, her eyes glistening with warmth. “Hi Anna, I'm Gabrielle. Come.” She motioned for her to follow.
Anna looked around her bedroom. Am I dreaming already, she thought. Feeling as if she had nothing to lose, she rose from her bed and walked toward her bedroom door. She hesitated for a moment, but ultimately, she chose courage. Within what seemed like the blink of an eye, she vulnerably embraced Zion. Like a sun-kissed cloud, both weightless and warm, Anna could feel the solace made between mind and matter.
“Come, Anna. Fear doesn’t exist here.” Fear doesn’t exist here, Anna thought before stepping completely into a world of pure joy. The intensity of this world's light and love permeated every cell in her body, and the weight of her fears transformed into wings of hope. The pieces of her heart that had broken in despair began to gather themselves again to form a whole vessel. “Peace be with you.” The heavenly young lady smiled with the same big glistening smile that she greeted her with. Then Gabrielle spun around and disappeared into the illuminated space.
After a moment of stillness, Anna lifted her head and looked around her bedroom. She wiggled her toes and firmly pinched her arm. She checked the pulse behind her ear. She was alive! Gratitude filled her heart. She remained still for a moment in bliss. There was an indescribable peace that filled the air. She couldn't remember details of the night before, but she remembered the words, "Peace be with you".
Thank you God for today, she thought to herself. Anna raised her head to heaven and shouted enthusiastically, "Thank you God for more time!" She was ready to embrace all that life had in store for her, fearlessly. Fear doesn't exist here, she thought. As she sat up in bed, she picked up her phone to read a text from Paul. He'd be there any moment. A smile began to form on her face. She sat in awe as she had an epiphany. The door to a fearless hope had always been hers to open. She simply needed to arrive at the place where she was courageously ready to be transformed.
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Robben Island: A Guide to Booking Ferry Tickets and Exploring History
Introduction
In the tranquil waters of the Atlantic Ocean, just off the coast of Cape Town, lies a small, seemingly ordinary island with an extraordinary history. Robben Island, once a desolate prison, is now a symbol of resilience and triumph over adversity. Booking ferry tickets to Robben Island is not just a journey across the waves; it's an immersive experience that delves into the heart of South Africa's past, offering a poignant reminder of the triumph of the human spirit.
The Island's Legacy
Robben Island has etched its place in history primarily due to its role as a political prison during the dark days of apartheid. The island held many political prisoners, including the most iconic figure of the anti-apartheid movement, Nelson Mandela. Today, visiting Robben Island is an opportunity to witness the tangible echoes of the struggle for freedom and to pay homage to those who sacrificed for a more just society.
The Ferry Ride: A Passage Through Time
As you book your ferry tickets to Robben Island, you're not just securing a seat on a boat; you're reserving a passage through time. The short journey across the azure waters is more than a mere commute; it's a transition from the bustling city to a place frozen in history. The sea breeze carries with it the stories of those who once sailed these same waters in pursuit of justice and equality.
Guided Tours: Walking in the Footsteps of Heroes
Upon reaching Robben Island, visitors are greeted by knowledgeable guides, often former political prisoners, who share firsthand accounts of life on the island. Walking through the prison blocks, visitors gain insight into the harsh conditions endured by those who fought against oppression. The stark cells, the limestone quarry where prisoners toiled, and the isolation of the place all serve as powerful reminders of the resilience of the human spirit.
Nelson Mandela's Cell: A Humbling Encounter
A visit to Robben Island is incomplete without standing before the humble cell that housed Nelson Mandela for 18 of his 27 years in captivity. The small space, furnished only with a bed, a desk, and a few personal belongings, encapsulates the immense sacrifice made by Mandela and others in the pursuit of freedom. It's a moment of reflection, an opportunity to grasp the magnitude of the struggle and the ultimate triumph of forgiveness over resentment.
Natural Beauty and Breathtaking Views
Beyond its historical significance, Robben Island boasts breathtaking natural beauty. The coastal landscapes, diverse birdlife, and panoramic views of Cape Town make the island a haven for nature enthusiasts and history buffs alike. The juxtaposition of the island's serene beauty with its tumultuous past creates a unique atmosphere that is both sombre and uplifting.
Preservation and Education: The Island's Dual Role
Robben Island is not frozen in time; it is a living testament to the power of transformation. Today, the island serves a dual role as a UNESCO World Heritage Site and a museum, preserving its historical significance while also educating future generations. Booking ferry tickets to Robben Island is a commitment to understanding the complexities of South Africa's history and contributing to the ongoing narrative of reconciliation.
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By booking ferry tickets to Robben Island, visitors actively contribute to the island's preservation and the broader community. The revenue generated from tourism helps fund conservation efforts and supports educational programs. Additionally, engaging with local communities and businesses further amplifies the positive impact of tourism, fostering a sense of shared responsibility for preserving this crucial piece of South Africa's heritage.
Conclusion
Robben Island Museum Tour is more than a logistical step in your travel itinerary; it's an invitation to connect with the past, bear witness to the struggles of a nation, and appreciate the resilience of the human spirit. As the ferry cuts through the waves, it carries with it the stories of those who endured, fought, and ultimately triumphed. Robben Island is not just a destination; it's a poignant reminder that history, though at times painful, is a powerful force that shapes our understanding of the world and our place in it.
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Teacher Learning: Shaping the Future of South Africa
by Abigail Samuelson, 19 March, 2023
Reflecting on my facilitation work as part of the EdTech Summit Africa 2023 team, there were many elements of this experience and the conference that I could have possibly expected. However, this week of travelling through the province of Kwa-Zulu Natal in South Africa also brought insights and experiences that I could not have envisioned.
Firstly, I was exposed to the reality of a few rural Kwa-Zulu Natal communities. Coming from the busyness of Cape Town, it was easy for me to briefly romanticise the fresh air, green grass and free-roaming cattle which, at least in my mind, encapsulates an element of these South African’s lives. However, whilst there, I quickly also came to experience other realities: the limited cell reception, the lack of working technology within schools and an exceptionally low level of exposure to technology, something that I hadn’t yet grasped the impact of.
"Our world utilises technology within every industry. As a result, it reserves economic opportunity to those who can use it”
In all honesty, prior to taking part in EdTech Summit Africa 2023, I had a private focus on the negative contributions that certain technology brought to my life, spearheaded by the addictive aspects of Instagram and the seeming control that social media had over parts of me. Now having met some individuals who, prior to the conference, had had little exposure to education necessary to effectively use a laptop trackpad, I realise how vital the exposure to technology is. Our world utilises technology within every industry. As a result, it reserves economic opportunity to those who can use it.
In light of my new insights regarding both the lack and importance of technology as well as the need for technological education within rural Kwa-Zulu Natal communities, the enthusiasm with which teachers embraced this learning opportunity was incredibly inspiring to witness and be a part of. Conference participants willingly stepped forward to not only use the technological resources, but also experiment with the breathing and movement exercises offered as part of my workshop. They enthusiastically asked questions to expand their learning, for the sake of both their self-development and that of their students.
It is through the EdTech Summit Africa conferences that EdTech Global Africa exposes South Africans to technology and offers insight, aimed at catalysing personal and professional development. Whilst I may have theoretically understood the importance of this prior to joining the ETSA team, I now truly understand the vital role that this education and exposure plays in shaping the future of our country. This work impacts the future workforce, parents and leaders of South Africa. It gives people skills that translate into CVs written in Microsoft Word and emailed over Gmail, in response to job applications that have the power to not only change individual lives, but that of entire families.
Whilst EdTech Summit Africa certainly impacts conference participants, considering what I’ve shared, I can vouch for the significant impact it also has on its facilitators. Thanks to EdTech Summit Africa 2023, I have been able to share important knowledge as well as come to know my country in new ways. What has felt most significant though, is the opportunity it has created for me to meet and interact with South African teachers in a way that has been truly inspiring.
Taking part in this conference has strengthened the hope I feel as I look forward into the future of our country. It is initiatives such as this one, which allow me to envision the education and employment opportunities that could, on the day of high school graduation, be there to meet, bring hope to, and continue inspiring the future plumbers, lawyers, nurses, engineers, bookkeepers, social workers and teachers of our country.
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Live Cell Encapsulation Market Trends, Demand Growth Revenue Analysis Report to 2032 | Sigilon Therapeutics Inc, Evonik, BÜCHI Labortechnik AG
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Live Cell Encapsulation Market 2022 Size, Share, Upcoming Industry Trends, Business Development Analysis, Segmentation and Forecast by 2028
Live Cell Encapsulation Market 2022 Size, Share, Upcoming Industry Trends, Business Development Analysis, Segmentation and Forecast by 2028
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Live Cell Encapsulation Market Segmental & Regional Size Estimates (2018-2023) | COVID-19 Impact Analysis
Major players of the Live Cell Encapsulation Market are facing hurdles keeping their production facilities operational due to the paucity of adequate personnel and resources amidst the COVID-19 (Coronavirus) outbreak. Get a first-hand peek into the key drivers and threats to the Invisible orthodontics Market to make your company future-ready post the pandemic. Avail our market reports at unbelievable prices to capitalize on opportunities.
Live Cell Encapsulation Market Scope
The global live cell encapsulation market can register a CAGR of 3.22% during the forecast period. Its value was USD 249.87 million in 2017. The market is primarily driven by awareness of clinical impacts of cell encapsulation technologies and its role in the treatment of chronic diseases. Development of bioencapsulation technologies for safe passage of therapeutic agents to the host body is likely to lead the market in the years ahead. The success in tissue and organ replacement is evident of the large potential of the market.
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Adoption of polymers for the manufacture of scaffolds can work in favor of the market. For instance, biodegradable hydrogels is likely to be heavily used in tissue engineering due to possessing properties of diffusion, degradation, swelling, and other mechanical properties. The ability to cover the shortage of donor organs using cell therapy can widen the scope of the global live cell encapsulation market.
Lack of skilled technicians, lack of cash-crunch in small organizations, and unavailability of raw materials are challenges faced by the market.
Live Cell Encapsulation Market Segmentation
The global live cell encapsulation market is segmented into manufacturing technique, polymer type, and application.
By manufacturing technique, it is segmented into rotating disk atomization, simple dripping, electrostatic dripping, coaxial airflow, and others.
By polymer type, it is segmented into silica, alginate, PAN-PVC, HEMA-MMA, Chitosan, cellulose sulfate, and others.
Applications of the market comprise cell transplantation, drug delivery, regenerative medicine, and others. The drug delivery segment is expected to hold a major share owing to the increasing use of live cell encapsulation techniques in drug delivery systems. On the other hand, the regenerative medicine segment is expected to be the fastest growing in the market due to advances in tissue engineering.
Regional Analysis
The market has been segmented, by region, into the Americas, Europe, Asia Pacific (APAC), and the Middle East & Africa (MEA).
The Americas will dominate the global live cell encapsulation market owing to the large healthcare expenditure and rapid adoption of the latest technology. The regional market can thrive due to allocation of funds for research and development by government agencies. Furthermore, applications of regenerative medicine which have encouraged the outcomes of tissue implants can bode well for the market.
Europe has a considerable share of the global live cell encapsulation market owing to rise in cases of chronic diseases and a well-defined healthcare framework. According to Cancer Research UK, there were close to 9,921 cases in 2015. The high numbers are bound to induce demand for cellular research, monoclonal bodies, and next-generation sequencing.
APAC is projected to showcase a positive growth rate due to healthcare reforms by governments and a surge noticed in chronic disease cases. But low investments of capital may restrict regional market growth. Lastly, the MEA has the lowest market share due to low disposable income levels of patients, limited healthcare facilities, and limited access to treatment.
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Live Cell Encapsulation Market Competition Outlook
Viacyte, Inc., Sigilon Therapeutics, Inc., Balchem Corporation, Blacktrace Holdings Ltd., Lycored, Merck KGaA, Neurotech Holdings, LLC, Living Cell Technologies, Encapsys, LLC, MiKroCaps, BÜCHI Labortechnik AG, Reed Pacific Pty Limited, Evonik Industries, Biotime, Inc., and Sernova Corporation are reputed players of the global live cell encapsulation market. Collaborations are a prime strategy of players in sustaining their market hold.
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