#gaseous exchange

[callistineproject]

The Stomata in Plants

The stomata plays a key role in the respiration of plants. The stomata are pores found on the epidermis of leaves. However stomata can also be found on the stem on some plants. Stomata are multiple stomas. The image below shows stomata under a microscope, and the one below that is an image of stoma found on the web.

The stoma is made up of guard cells (the sausage like shape in the image above) and is surrounded by the epidermal cell and the subsidiary cell.

These guard cells open when the stomata have taken in a lot of water (this is called the turgid state). They close when the opposite happens (this is called the flacid state).

Stomata open to for the uptake of carbon dioxide and release of oxygen. They close for the uptake of oxygen and release of carbon dioxide.

A problem that plants face is the loss of water. To prevent this as much as possible, the stomata open for a short amount of time before closing.

[totalphysiologycom]

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[synchodai]

Arcane S2 wasn't as good because it wasn't about air

The common critique of Arcane season two was that "it didn't let the story breathe." I'm going to one-up that and state that season one set up an entire story about breathing and forgot that in season two.

Yes, yes, Arcane was a story about Piltover oppressing the undercity, but unlike a lot of other stories about social stratification, Arcane was very explicit about the methods Piltover uses to disenfranchise Zaun. Season one was clearly a story about eco-apartheid maintained through extractivist practices.

WHAT IS ECO-APARTHEID?

Ecological apartheid (also known as enviromental racism) is a form of disenfranchising and spatially separating a class of people through pollution, exploitation, and abuse of their local environment.

[E]nvironmental apartheid was largely instituted through rural marginalization, the use of rural space as an environmental means of marginalization... - Environmental apartheid: Eco-health and rural marginalization in South Africa

Topside and the undercity are basically one nation state with a blindingly stark fence between them. Piltover and Zaun are simultaneously connected and separated by the Bridge of Progress. Progress unites them and alienates them from one another. Progress is why Piltover is wealthy and clean, and it is why Zaun is impoverished and polluted. It is was on the Bridge of Progress that Silco incited the riot that led to Vi and Powder's orphaning and Vander's betrayal. It's where Ekko and Jinx have their standoff, and where the Hextech core is exchanged. In other words, progress is a border.

WHAT IS EXTRACTIVISM?

Prior to the proliferation of shimmer and the chembarons, industry in the undercity appears to be heavily centralized around one thing — fissure mining. Vi and Powder's parents used to be miners along with Vander and Silco. Jayce and Vi visit one of these mines and she explains the masks the workers use. Oh, and let's not forget the children don't have to yearn for the mines when they're dying in the mines!

The Zaunites' livelihood being dependant on the extraction of natural resources for the benefit of the Piltovans is what is known as extractivism — the exploitation of a resource-rich land and its people by a separate "global North."

In practice, extractivism has been a mechanism of colonial and neocolonial plunder and appropriation. This extractivism, which has appeared in different guises over time, was forged in the exploitation of the raw materials essential for the industrial development and prosperity of the global North. - Extractivism and neoextractivism: two sides of the same curse

The "North," in this case, clearly being Piltover. The resources being abused and exploited here aren't only the fissure mines, but also the bodies of the workers and those born around them. Viktor's illness, for example, is a product of growing up around the gaseous waste of the fissure mines. The Zaunites take the brunt of the side-effects of the pollution so that the topsiders don't have to. The "dregs" are kept below while materials, both people and things, that are deemed useful get to rise to the top. The processing of raw materials and shipping happens in Piltover, so it's the Piltovans who get a final say on the profits.

Silco and the chembarons establish their power by creating an industry that operates outside of fissure mining that doesn't rely on the patronage of the global North. Needless to say, drug dealing isn't exactly a noble trade, but extraction, processing, and distribution are mainly controlled and operated by Zaunites, which allows them a source of wealth and power that they can leverage against Piltover. To use a more recognizable phrase, they own the means of shimmer production.

I find it fascinating that shimmer is made by killing innocent underground creatures. Cannibalizing your own kind for a temporary boost of strength that eventually turns the user into a monster? It's a poignant metaphor about the infighting of not just the chembarons' gangs but of oppressed groups in general. And while shimmer offers power and brings in wealth, that's not what the undercity truly needs and only corrupts it even further.

Nah, the show has been very clear that what Zaun needs is breathable air.

SEASON 2 FORGOT ABOUT AIR

Even outside of the air pollution caused by fissure mining, the theme of breathing and air is everywhere in season one. Ekko and the Firelights' community is built around a tree — the clean air it provides is the reason they've been able to sustain themselves. It is considered an oasis in polluted Zaun. Jinx's is often heralded by brightly colored smoke, and the way she signals to Violet is through a flare that emits it. Silco's altercation with Vander involves him almost drowning — Vander literally choking the air out of him. Silco, in reponse to this traumatic event, teaches Jinx to willingly submerge herself in a place without air by baptizing her in the same filthy water he was choked in.

In other words, air is life and purpose. Zaun's aesthetics are defined by gas masks and smoke. Meanwhile, the scenes in Piltover are clean and clear. Ekko and the Firelights' tree represented hope and the possibility of clean air in Zaun. Viktor was similarly associated to flowers that grew in the underground, symbolizing how beautiful things can live even in the harshest circumstances.

Environmental degradation, more specifically air pollution, is the raison d'être of topside-undercity conflict. Silco says as much when he threatens the other chembarons and reminds them of why he's in charge.

Have you forgotten where we came from? The mines they had us in? Air so thick it clogs your throat — stuck in your eyes. I pulled you all up from the depths, offered you a taste of topside and fresh air. I gave you life. Purpose. But you've grown fat and complacent, too much time in the sun. We came from a world where there was never enough to go around. That is why we fight. Do you remember? - The Boy Savior, Arcane S01E07

But by the second and third acts of season two, pollution may not as well exist in Zaun. How does Viktor's commune plant its flowers and grow its fruits? Does the Firelights' tree ever get cured of its corruption? Did everyone forget that the undercity is literally suffocating? Seriously, why is Ekko's storyline with the tree never resolved? Why give Jinx that monologue about a wispy goddess of air the fissurefolk pray to and never go anywhere with it?

JINX SHOULD HAVE BEEN ASSOCIATED TO JANNA

The Grey presented an opportunity for Jinx to be the revolutionary hero Arcane wanted her to be. The enforcers have clearly aligned themselves with pollution and poison, and Jinx could have been the herald of their wind goddess come to answer the people's prayers for relief. But the people don't rally behind Jinx because of her association to Janna, clean air, or her repelling the invading cops using bioweapons.

I firmly believe that Jinx being a symbol of the revolution because she blew up a government building is missing a few steps. She'll get radicals who already hated Piltover behind her, sure, but the everyday Zaunite would more likely blame her for causing chaos and bringing trouble to their streets. Because the average person doesn't really care who's on the council or if a politician so far from them dies. But they do care if the cops are suddenly at their door with tear gas because an extremist junkie decided to commit arson.

The first act of season two had me very optimistic that the show was picking up where it left off with its enviromental themes. The enforcers use The Grey, polluted air, to surpress dissent and hunt down Jinx. Jinx fights back under a mural of Janna, the goddess of clean air. Her plan involves her using air to push back The Grey and send the gust up to Piltover. After being actively gassed by the enforcers, Jinx and her association to colorful wind becomes a symbol of hope and revolution to the people of the undercity.

Except that's not what happens. The Grey is only shown affecting targeted criminals with no collateral damage to civilians despite it being deployed all over the trenches. The gusts of wind Jinx pushes up to Piltover don't make topsiders experience the air pollution Zaunites suffer. Instead, it just midly inconveniences them with paint splatters. In the end, The Grey is forgotten and has nothing to do with their fight in front of Janna's mural. Caitlyn gets a promotion despite gassing the entire underground with nothing to show for it, and the undercity idolizes Jinx despite her being the reason they were gassed in the first place.

ECOLOGICAL RESTORATION IS INTERPERSONAL RESTORATION

Unlike in the game, Arcane chose topside and the undercity to be originally established as one city — and I don't think that was done without reason. The nation of Zaun and its identity is established as a reaction to the suffering of those underground. A community developed centered around helping one another cope and survive through the pollution. In short, Piltover created Zaun.

Thus, the interplay between Piltover and Zaun extended to all plotlines and the relationships they explored and developed. Jinx and Vi, Vi and Caitlynn, Viktor and Jayce, Ekko and Heimerdinger — these are all relationships that reflect the tension between Zaun and Piltover. Family torn apart by civil war, bitter ex lovers, different ideological approaches to scientific advancement, intuitive inventiveness and practiced genius. Their relationships are born from a common desire and degrade because of that looming border inflicted by the pursuit of progress.

Piltover and Zaun is a single house fractured because of how it threw all its detritus in the basement as it sought to build a tower that will reach the skies. The whole building is threatening to crumble, especially now that someone threw a bomb at it like in the finale of season one. The status quo Arcane and we as a globalized eco-apartheid have is extremely precarious as is any foundation built on abuse and exploitation. A lot of people will cheer on the Jinxes who don't care so much about fixing it than they do burning it all down to express their understandable rage and grief, but that doesn't really fix the problem of having breathable air, does it?

Unfortunately, we'll never know how the show will wrap up the Zaunite plight because it was all but forgotten in season 2. The problem of Zaun was never that they needed to evolve or be perfect — it's that their environment and the people by extension were being suffocated.

In my perfect world, the finale would have addressed the lack of light and clean air in the underground. It would have mirrored how some bodies and relationships can never truly fully recover the damage that has been done. As in real life, restoration is not a substitute for not doing harm in the first place. But it could have ended with a hopeful message that burning it down and running away isn't the answer either.

When Viktor was healing Vander and decided that, despite the unprecedented effort and time, his natural, non-weaponized humanity was worth saving because of how much he means to his local community, I thought that was what they were going for. Alas, they didn't let the show breathe.

[seat-safety-switch]

You might be surprised to hear that every arena of human endeavour has weird perverts who try hard to rattle the cage of normal, hard-working people. For me, it's obviously my vast collection of rattle-trap Malaise Era semi-destroyed vehicles. I've always been interested in meeting freaks in other industries and hearing long diatribes about extreme technical details that I don't really care about, so when my cousin finally retired from his job at the newspaper, I lifted his "Press" pass from his bedroom dresser when he thought I was having a heart attack at Thanksgiving dinner.

Turns out I didn't really need to do that, because my dentist is one of those freaks. One of those accidents of geographic proximity brought him to me, and we became fast friends once we each realized what the other had to offer. Dr. Incisor (not his real name; also potentially not a doctor) had a thing for fixing the absolute worst mouths that he could find. Years of working a boring suburbanite dentist clinic had taken their toll on his sanity: fill this cavity, lecture about flossing, do that root canal. Nothing truly ambitious, not at all like the dentists he would read about as a boy in bicuspid-adventure novels.

His deal was simple: he'd pay me in nitrous oxide, under the table. Finally, I could return to the drag strip and beat my rival, Steve "Nipples" Hemingway, in the eighth-mile with the help of a gaseous power-adder blowing its way through the rings of my exceptionally low-compression Slant Six beneath the dimpled hood of one of my many shitrods. In exchange, he expected me to bring to him what he called "project mouths."

If I could locate the worst teeth in the city, and drag them before him, he wouldn't even charge them for dental work. He would, however, broadcast it on his live Twitch channel, which it turns out violated a whole shitload of medical-privacy laws. I told him from the start that he should have dressed up like a cartoon lion, or at least used an anime girl vtuber, but he insisted that the "cowards of medicine" face him on equal footing as he descended into the molar (and moral) hells I placed before him.

I'll never forget his frenzied, angry screaming as they dragged him off to prison for malpractice. Don't worry, I stayed behind to make sure the clinic nitrous tank was safely discharged. Don't want any firefighters showing up. Those folks can be real freaks when they see a cool oxidizer-involved fire.

[snorky]

You?

Hey y’all! I apologize for taking forever with this story, I’ve been extremely busy recently. This fic is a lot more “iffy” than some of my works, so I’ll be sure to write something much fluffier next time, I promise. Auston Matthews in this story is basically a personification of someone I know in real life, unfortunately, but I’m pretty sure the real Auston wouldn’t be such an a-hole. The title is based off of the song “You” by Two Feet. I hope you all enjoy this fic, and please remember to take care of yourself!

Pairing: Auston Matthews x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Angst, Friends-with-Benefits situation, A-hole!Auston Matthews, Toxic Relationship

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The rain poured down in Toronto. It always does at this time of year. But on this night especially, the rain just didn’t seem to stop. City lights hung outside, twinkling and glimmering, emphasized by the raindrops that rolled down her living room window.

They hung like the stars that weren’t present in the Toronto night because of light pollution. It replaced the gaseous stars with man-made ones. It was so breath-taking and yet, a horrifying thought to think about.

White noise flowed from the TV, a jumble of mindless words and sounds of whatever was going on in the world at the moment. A reflection of what it seemed to be like in her head. The bright screen illuminated her face, intensifying her tired, worn-out expression.

Sitting on the living room floor against her couch, her mind ran endlessly, wondering so much about how she got here. Here in Toronto, so far away from home. 

‘It was only meant to be for school,’ she told herself. 

Ambitious and unstoppable, she wanted to pursue something so big. So big in fact, that her parents didn’t want her to, but she didn’t listen to them. Never did. 

“You’re a small girl with big dreams, huh?”

His words rang in her ears. A siren’s song that lured her in when she first met him at some cafe on a Saturday morning, their orders getting mixed up. They chatted for a bit, falling into a natural conversation about life in Toronto and how it felt far away from home for the both of them.

“Yeah,” he chuckled, “I grew up in Arizona, so ending up in Toronto was something new.”

She smiled, “Really? That’s neat,”

He hummed, looking up from his coffee and making eye contact with her, “I should take you there sometime.” He winked.

A laugh bubbled up from her throat, pulling a smile from him. She thought about it, visiting Arizona with a charming, handsome man seemed like a fun vacation. Plus, she hadn’t traveled much recently.

“Your laugh is sweet, you know?” His voice was weaved with a genuine tone. “I want to hear it more often, darling.”

Warm red crept up onto her face, blushing at his words. “Auston,” she let out a soft and yet warning tone. She didn’t want to fall for him. Her life was already busy enough with studying and working a job at a flower store downtown. Letting Auston in her life, her world, was a risky decision.

“Sweetheart,” he mirrored her tone, noticing her rigidness. “I mean it, I want to know you more.”

Silence fell between them, the whirring of the coffee machine and the chatter of other customers being the only noise in the air. Her gaze was directed towards her room-temp cup of coffee that she forgot to drink while talking with Auston, and he noticed it.

“We can take it slow, I’ll take you out and we can get to know each other more.” He smiled.

She smiled back and nodded, and they exchanged numbers and kept in contact over the months. More sweet coffee dates, more of him spoiling her with gifts, more of her energy being put into him, and more of their time spent together.

As they spent more time together, she started to fall for him, his cliche charming smile, his fast-paced life as an athlete, glamorous or not, and every detail about him. She grew closer and closer to him, but she kept her guard up.

There was no choice. Something inside of her kept nagging her to do so. She didn’t understand why she felt the need to, but she did, just in case. He knew some bits about her, and he noticed how she seemed quiet, but he never thought more of it. Maybe that’s where he went wrong, the fact that he didn’t think more than once or twice about something. Maybe she should’ve kept her guard up.

She was tired of Auston’s behavior. It was draining her, badly. Enough so, that her friends told her to block him, ignore him, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Auston meant so much to her, or at least she felt like he did. It didn’t matter if he cared about her or not. 

It didn’t matter that she had only known him for the past six months. There was something about him that drew her towards him. A moth towards a burning flame.

Radio silence was an ordinary thing to hear from Auston, however. She wouldn’t hear back from him for days and weeks, and then suddenly, just like that, he was back in her life. A flash of his message on her screen and she was a tangled mess for him. 

She had her own life and she was aware, and yet her mind kept lingering towards Auston when it could, but Auston was just, beyond tempting. 

The way his confidence never seemed to falter. The way his voice flowed smoothly as he spoke. The way he never failed to constantly wear his chain, no matter what. The way his mustache seemed to compliment his boldness. The way his warm, dark eyes lingered on her when she was wearing that one dress that seemed to captivate him.

“You look stunning, sugar.” He sighed as he leaned in to catch her lips with his, rough fingers grazing gently against her chin.

She kissed back, the slight taste of him on her lips, “You look even more handsome, Aus.”

The night sparkled behind them, a cool Toronto breeze brushing past. They stood outside a fancy restaurant downtown, slow jazz music flowing out of the doors. His navy blue suit seemed to fit him in all the right places, emphasizing his arms and broad frame.

He caught her eyes gazing at him and the sides of his lips curled upwards, “Like what you see, darling?”

A loud boom of thunder rumbled outside, snapping her back to reality. The TV was still on, her body sat on the living room carpet against the couch, and the sound of the dishwasher was running in the kitchen.

She sighed, thinking about everything she knew at the moment. Her mind was a raging storm, and she stood amidst all of it. 

Auston was simultaneously both the most heavenly and haunting soul she had ever met. As much as she wanted to ignore his faults and wrongs, she so badly wanted to admire all the good things he had brought into her world.

Her world. It sounded so strange when considering the fact that she had her own life before meeting Auston. But now, he was all she ever wanted. His touch, his gaze, his attention, all of it.

And yet, she felt sick to her stomach thinking about him. Every text he sent made her nauseous. He was a sour taste on her tongue and she savored every bit of it. She spent all of her days and nights trying to spend time with him. So much, that she created her own radio silence with her friends.

“Girl, where have you been?” one of her friends questioned. “You’ve been so quiet recently,”

The sun shined down on the group outside, sitting under the large umbrella centered at the table of the restaurant served brunch. At this time of day, it was either old ladies gossiping religiously on a Sunday noon or families on vacation looking for breakfast.

“I’ve been busy, sorry.” She was busy, but maybe with all the wrong things.

Another one of her friends looked at her quizzically, “You’ve been talking to Auston, haven’t you?” She looked at her, taking a bite of her scrambled eggs. “You look tired, I can tell,” she said quietly.

Taking a sip of her mimosa, she thought about it. Maybe she had been spending too much time with Auston. Maybe it was wearing her down much more than she thought. Maybe she forgot to take care of herself.

“We’re here if you need anything, we mean it,” her friend spoke genuinely.

It made her heart ache to think that her friends had to worry about her like this. Nonetheless, she nodded with a gentle smile as a response, and continued to enjoy her brunch with her friends, indulging in the sweet french toast she had on her plate.

Her friends still worried about her often, texting her and calling to check in with her every now and then. She appreciated the gesture, but she assured them that she was doing okay, but was she really?

Was she really okay if it made her heart ache to think about Auston with someone else? Was she really okay if her stomach churned at the mere thought of him leaving her?

A message popped up on her phone that sat on the round coffee table in her living room. Her heart started beating quicker, wondering who it was that would text her at this hour.

You up? - Auston

[milkyruins]

## yang jeongin x reader, NOT A "SHIRT"

this is my submission for @kflixnet's exchange event!! i've been so excited for this event y'all have no idea. and this is for the lovely @hyuukais (ace), who happens to be innie biased (good taste <3!). it's been a pleasure lowkey stalking your blog LMAO and i hope this baby drabble brings you joy <33

summary: no, yang jeongin, your gym fit? not a shirt.

genre: fluff

content warnings: commenting on someone's dress/appearance, commenting on a lack of clothing, mildly suggestive description of bodily appearance

wc: ~.4k

it was one of those sluggish afternoons. you were glued to the couch, entranced by whatever saturated your feed-- so much so that you barely heard your boyfriend greet you.

"baby?"

for the first time in hours, you rise up and out of your cat-like lounging sprawl. you turn to greet jeongin, only to be graced with the most godly vision of all time. your jaw unscrews.

"innie, what's that you're wearing?"

he paused, pouting ever so slightly in concentration. after a beat, he responded. "a shirt?" his eyebrows scrunch together.

that's an overstatement. he had just returned from the gym, and whatever he was wearing did not cover enough surface area to count as a "shirt".

completely disregarding his (questioning) answer, you reply. "a... muscle tee. that's a muscle tee, baby. not a-" you make sure to create very pointed air quotations. "-shirt."

that wasn't all. after a grueling workout session with the seo changbin, his top was soaked with sweat, allowing it to cling to his muscular torso in all sorts of appealing ways. and that's not to even mention how amazing his arms looked after months of grueling arm days. he was truly sculpted by the gods, and this shirt highlighted his divinity.

you watch as his facial expression softens and he almost giggles. he takes the opportunity to use the collar of his "shirt" to fan himself off. cocky bastard. "what? you don't like it?"

you scramble to respond in some coherent form or another. "innie... you know how i feel..."

he shoots you an infuriating grin. "hm?"

you suck in a long breath and let in an even longer exhale. "you're hot dude."

yang jeongin, at that moment in time, beamed so hard that you thought you were staring the giant gaseous mass that was the sun straight in the eye. goodness, he was the cutest ever.

but then something devious flashed in his eyes. with a slow gait reminiscent of how a predator stalks its prey, he approached your spot on the couch. and you began to notice all too late. "love? what's going o-"

"gotcha!" he sing-songs, holding you in a warm but awfully sweaty embrace. you let out jokey sounds of protest as he snuggles into you, letting his drenched locks tickle the nape of your neck.

"i-innie!"

he settles further into the side of your neck. you feel the heat of his pant fan against your skin. your jeongin tries to say something, but it's muffled by his snuggling position. you tap him a few times before he rises and repeats himself. "i think you're hot too, dude."

[smaller-comfort]

Now I keep thinking about Aephorul, surveying all the forklift certified Songsters working on Es'tristae, and then filing all of their complaints about unsafe working conditions directly in the trash.

He keeps his "World's #1 Boss" coffee mug (a gift from Two) on his desk next to a framed picture of Resh'an.

Pondering timelines and things under the cut.

Resh'an talks about wanting natural flight

Aephorul finds the birdmen on Serai's world and makes a deal with them- he synthesizes their souls into a transmutation spell for Resh'an, and they get mind magic and a god

He takes a bunch of Songsters hostage to force T'kor to build Es'tristae. This may or may not happen before he completes the spell for Resh'an.

The human Queen sells out her people in exchange for a body made of guns. This may or may not happen before the spell is complete and the Songsters are subjugated.

Resh'an gets his birthday gift. This may or may not happen before (3) and (4).

Resh'an captures the Sands of Time with Aephorul's help.

At least several hundred years later, Resh'an finds out about Aephorul; they start fighting

Resh'an breaks the space-time continuum.

Aephorul starts building the Clockwork Castle (to impress Resh'an. Bruh.)

Cael and the kids build the cloud condensers for Sky Base

Aephorul crashes the moon into the ocean and blots out the sun, solidifying his base on Serai's world

Night Shroud over Lucent

Aephorul withdraws from homeworld

Dweller of Strife takes out the Order

Erlina and Brugaves turn traitor

Events of the game happen

Stuff that I can't place but will have to make decisions on at some point-

The last of the Songsters die or get turned into gaseous soul-forms. ('Untethered souls', which are not the same thing as ghosts; Hortense and the former Aventry Manor staff aren't subject to the same limitations.) We don't know how long Aephorul was experimenting on them. I would probably put this between 7 and 8 on the list above, followed by:

The transformation of the remaining Repine humans into cyborgs. Could happen concurrently with any number of other items in the list. I think the humans probably fell after the Songsters, and Aephorul used what he learned from the Songsters to create the cyborgs.

Barrier over Mesa Island- was this raised by Khukharr as a containment measure after DoS? Or was it raised after Aephorul left? Can Khukharr raise and lower it at will?

The Acolytes can move through the barrier without issue, but we don't actually know how teleportation works.

How did Yomara get to Songshroom Marsh? Has she been there since before the barrier went up? Could she leave before it came down?

When did Romaya move into the eastern swamp? Could she have left without getting pulled in by the DoW? Her soulstones can cancel DoW's summons, but if Woe were really determined to take her, would she have stood a chance?

Can't decide if I like the idea of Moyara also having an affinity for swamps, or if she didn't even know how to swim.

[writters-abyss]

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐬

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the start of the school year begins, new students arrive and freshmans turn into sophomores. the principal of U.A. decides to hire a new staff member to guard the students of the prestigious U.A. High. what happens if it's shota aizawa's old rival?

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[this is for male readers and gender neutral readers only. pronouns are (he/they). female readers or female aligned dni]

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Quirk: Gas Manipulation

this quirk allows the user to manipulate different types of gases. all of which includes steam, clouds, smoke or air. the only gas elements the user can't control is pure oxygen and nitrogen. trying to manipulate pure gaseous elements can take a lot of the user energy. in exchange for the energy used, the user must maintain a good healthy diet and a well built stature. the user can also create things out of the elemental compounds. eq. attachable and working wings (the elements must be very dense for it to work), puffs of small smoke for transporting small things, etc.

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Rain droplets tap against the building's roof. Clouds cover the city, sunlight barely passing through. A figure sat on the edge of the roof, dangling their feet.

Ring. Ring.

Their phone ringed. The figure pulled out the device, tapping on the answer button. "What do you want?" He said, leaving no room for pleasantries. "Ah, no hello, how are you? It seems your manners have slipped these past years." "Just tell me what you want already, I'm busy."

"I have an offer for you," The voice called through the phone. "I want to hire you, per say. You'll be guarding U.A.'s students, and I will supply you with all your needs." The figure stayed silent. "I know your current situation, and I've pulled a few strings to get the police off your tail."

"You need to offer me something better than that." The figure spoke coldly. "Fine. I'll pull a few strings to get your 'friend' out of jail." "Now that's better, I'll think about it." The figure smirked. "Expect an answer in a few days, just as I said earlier, I'm busy."

"Alright then," the voice answered. The figure hung up before the voice could speak another word.

'This is gonna be one hell of a year.'

[aliencatadventures]

The Mysteries of the Sun. Part 1

image: credit to #NASA

Can there be order in chaos? Is it possible to poke a hole in the atmosphere? Can one part of a celestial body rotate at one speed while another part rotates at a different speed? These might seem like foolish questions, wouldn’t they? But it turns out they aren’t. Such fascinating phenomena are found not just anywhere, but right in our own neighborhood, near our star—the Sun.

You surely know that the Sun rotates around its axis, just like many other celestial bodies. Some rotate faster, others slower. Some spin very slowly. The Sun also rotates, but in a very peculiar way. The equatorial part of the Sun spins at one speed, while the polar regions spin at another. Let's note, for example, a point on the solar equator... Wait, how is this possible? The Sun is a giant boiling cauldron, its surface composed not even of hot gas, but of hot plasma. There is fiery chaos on the Sun. How can you stick a pole into it somewhere on the equator or at high latitudes to track when this pole disappears from view and when it comes back into view to determine the speed at which the Sun rotates around its axis? Where is that stable object, fixed in place, that you can observe to determine the rotation speed?

Image: credit to #NASA

The temperature of the Sun, like that of any star, is extremely high. It is believed that deep within the Sun, it reaches many millions of degrees Celsius, while on the surface it is only about 6000 degrees. However, in science, temperature is measured in Kelvin, and on this scale, the surface temperature of the Sun is also around 6000 degrees. The exact number isn't important here. What matters is that the temperature is so high that the gas atoms making up the Sun's atmosphere cannot remain intact and disintegrate into their components: electrons jump off their orbits, leaving the atomic nuclei to move separately.

Do you remember from your school courses the three main states of matter? The first is solid, where atoms are arranged in a lattice, standing in neat rows. The second is liquid, where atoms are heated and escape from the lattice, moving freely but still maintaining bonds with each other. The third is gaseous, where with even more heating, atoms completely lose their bonds and disperse as a gas. Plasma is the fourth state of matter, where with further heating, the atoms themselves disintegrate into their constituent parts: atomic nuclei, which have a positive charge, now fly separately from their electrons, which are negatively charged. So, we have not just a gas, but a charged gas that responds to electric and magnetic fields.

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So, the Sun is extremely hot. It’s like a large boiling pot, heated from below by a burner reaching several million degrees. You might think that at such temperatures, the Sun would be a scene of complete chaos and nothing else! But no — even in the most bubbling, boiling pot, there is an internal order, strange as it may sound. Boiling, despite all its apparent chaos, is not entirely chaotic. This was noticed by a scientist who began observing oil in a hot frying pan. He saw that even with perfectly even heating, the hotter and thus lighter oil in some places rises from the depths to the surface, where it spreads out and cools, while in other places, the cooler and thus heavier oil sinks downward. This creates stable convection structures that were named Bénard cells after the scientist. Another name for them is Rayleigh-Bénard cells, including the name of another scientist who also studied processes in heated mediums. And this is what it looks like:

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The process of heating and cooling in the Sun's atmosphere, as well as in other stars, follows a similar pattern. In the Sun's upper atmosphere, this phenomenon closely resembles the behavior of Bénard cells. These temperature-exchange cells can vary in size, and within the Sun and other stars, large-scale heat exchange is organized into even bigger cells, encompassing massive, complex processes.

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The heated masses from the Sun's interior flow from the poles toward the equator, where they rise to the surface. Once at the surface, these masses flow toward the poles, cooling as they travel. In the polar regions, the cooled solar plasma begins to sink back toward the Sun's core, completing the cycle as it flows back toward the equator.

Credit: Mystery of solar cycle illuminated

This process is not unique to stars—it also occurs in Earth's oceans, where water heated at lower latitudes is carried by currents to cooler regions, creating stable flows. Similarly, within the Earth, hot magma follows comparable patterns, gradually driving the movement of continents. Wherever there is a heat source on one side and cooling on the other, these processes emerge. Even in a simple room with a heater, air forms currents that circulate along specific paths. Warm air rises as it heats, then sinks as it cools, naturally forming stable currents, provided there are no significant obstacles to disrupt the flow. This process is called convection. In the case of large masses of air, water, or other media moving in a horizontal plane, it is called advection. Here, we are not dealing with small (comparatively) cells where heat exchange occurs, but with global flows comparable in scale to the size of a planet or a star.

And how all these processes manifest on the Sun will be explained in the next talk. Stay tuned!

[fandomfaeofveryfewf4cks]

There is an eldritch being that takes on a gaseous form, so that it can observe humanity discreetly. In the beginning, it was perplexed and often disgusted by the ways of the humans. The way they interacted with one another without truly understanding each other. The billions upon billions of times two or more humans exchange words for the first time and skirt around showing who they truly are for fear of becoming too close, even though that is the purpose of seeking out members of your fellow species: to be less lonely.

Everything is made up of matter and molecules that come together and separate on a level no human soul could hope to achieve before death. That is why this being likes to be in a gaseous form. It's a little bit of everything.

Our gaseous friend does enjoy some of the systems humans came up with however. The language of math in particular is quite intriguing. Our eldritch being was visiting its elder, the mother tree, who provided them with some advice.

"Perhaps you should get to know them through their ways, my child. Perhaps, you will find a better understanding for why they are so loyal to these aspects of their culture."

After much debate, the gaseous form opted to do as the mother tree asked...with the firm belief that they would not enjoy it.

They remained in their gaseous form, but increased their humidity and got help from their sister, Sunlight, to become more visible.

The humans reacted strangely, to say the least.

The land they were in was one more heavily populated by the humans. There was also a higher amount of diversity, so Phillis (they decided on using the name Phillis because part of the human experience is to place great importance on names) could learn more about the far reaches of humanity's personalities and history.

They went to a college classroom, for many of the humans pointed there when asked where the best place to learn was. Phillis was fairly certain they heard one human say to the one who directed them to the college, "Are you sure pointing it towards those poor people is a good idea?"

"It just wants to learn things. Can't be worse than anything AI could do. Besides, the teachers aren't paid enough to care and the students won't notice it either way; it's finals week."

Phillis took little notice of their remarks.

They were soon in the classroom and looking at the people around them. Some slumped over looking like they're going to pass out. Some buzzing with caffeine. Some looked completely normal, but Phillis could see their thoughts and it was just a singular, slightly alarming noise: "AAAAAAAAAAASGHHIFUDJGHHHHHHOHKGJDYDFHFJFUGGIIGGIGFUCKMYLIFEGHDYGIGHDUGJFYDU!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Phillis tuned this out.

Not seeing much else of interest, Phillis turned to what the teacher was saying. They were discussing complex math problems in detail. Phillis listened. And listened. And listened.

Phillis then floated over to the board with a gorgeously impossible-looking math problem on it.

They manipulated the air around the chalk, making it denser, and used it to write. It was not an unpleasant sensation, especially when the results were the proof of Phillis' genius.

The equation that answered the problem was

y=-(sin(x^(1.7/6)+4)+(1/x))+10

Many of the students laughed for unknown reasons.

The teacher smirked before turning to Phillis and saying "Well, whoever or whatever you are-"

"I am an Eternal being created from space matter and explosive chemical reactions. You may refer to me as Phillis or with the pronouns "they" and "them.""

"...Got it. Well, Phillis, if you'd like to join my class, I'd be honored to have you. It's not everyday, someone takes initiative in a way that doesn't make you want to tear your hair out. You can borrow a textbook from the pile over there. We're on page 69."

There was a synchronized utterance of the word "nice" from multiple students.

Phillis enjoyed math class. They came back each day because it was a fascinating process of using otherwise meaningless symbols to find out things you'd hardly know otherwise.

However, a number of the other students gave Phillis notebooks, pens, pencils, rulers, and the like, even though Phillis made no request for these items. When asked about their actions, their answers ranged from nervous shrugs, to "I just figured you'd need them for this class," to remarkably detailed explanations of study plans described like a cult member discussing how they've 'seen the light and it's all thanks to (insert popular figure here).'

Nonetheless, it reminded Phillis of why they were actually here. To understand the humans.

They started observing these individuals more closely and realized that many of them waved to Phillis upon first seeing them. Phillis doesn't have eyes in the usual sense, so no one could tell that Phillis hadn't seen them and they carried on with their routine.

Phillis specifically started to take note on the removable pieces of each person. One wore a pink beanie with the words "Think Pink" on it. One wore an impressive amount of flannel. One wore high heels and had a small dog in a purse with him at all times.

The student that sat at the same long table as Phillis, wore a black, faux leather vest with spikes all over it, platform boots with rainbow colored buckles, ripped jeans, and an array of silver-colored jewelry, much of which had been poked through different parts of their face. They had short, purple hair, medium brown skin, and large muscles. There was ink in their skin that formed the images of Nichola Tesla, Michelle Obama, and Marie Curie on one arm, and a long list of Sappho quotes written all over the other.

Phillis asked them a question. "What is your name?"

This person turned very slowly to look at Phillis. Phillis could not read their expression.

"T-Rex," ze answered hesitantly.

"And what are your prefered pronouns?"

T-Rex continued to look wary, but answered, "ze/zem/zer, or they/them. I don't care too much."

"Noted. What would you say is the most worthwhile thing about being human?"

T-Rex raised zer eyebrows. They let out a snort. Then, after a moment of thought, ze answered, "knowing yourself."

This was the start of many conversations between Phillis and T-Rex. Sometimes, they would stop at a diner or coffee shop after class together or visit the public library or record store, where T-Rex would introduce Phillis to many of zer favorite foods and media that influenced zem and helped them discover things that made T-Rex feel most like themself.

Phillis was intrigued by how easy it was to form opinions and feelings about things one knows little to nothing about. Why did they gravitate towards punk rock music instead of the classical that T-Rex was fond of. Why did they think "the Princess Bride" was a more enjoyable book than "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy?" Why (and T-Rex was even more flabbergasted by this) did Phillis not see the sexual appeal of Tim Curry in drag?

Phillis discovered there was much to be discovered about not only humanity, but Phillis' own response to humanity. Human beings have somehow become quite talented at changing people's perspective, which is often as exciting as it is terrifying.

Phillis no longer had a distaste for humanity. In fact, they were quite fond of these people. Some of them were unkind and all of them were flawed, but many of them had an enjoyable presence, like T-Rex, and the members of the study group ze introduced Phillis to. The study group welcomed Phillis with open arms upon realizing how easily they understood math, but soon Phillis actually made friends with some of these people. It was quite enjoyable.

The teacher, Ms. Timothy Evergreen, had also took a liking to Phillis. After the first big test Phillis got to participate in, Ms. Evergreen handed them their test results personally. 100%. Then she said something that Phillis would forever consider to be the most delightful thing they'd ever heard.

"Mx. Phillis, I am glad to have graded your test, because it gave me the opportunity to do something that gives me much relief."

"What would that be?"

"Pass gas."

And that was how an eldritch being called Phillis fell in love with puns.

[fishrpg]

2024-1-3: Hex 5,4 (Shrubland) 

Thorny vegetation erupts from dry soil. The way to the northeast is difficult to traverse.

Notable Feature: Dungeon (Bahrigat’s Laboratory) 

Medium Size, 14 rooms. 

Only the topmost 30 feet of an ancient windowless tower is visible aboveground. The rest of the structure sank below the earth many years ago. A young copper dragon named Bahrigat now occupies the tower and uses it as their personal laboratory to tinker with magic. The only entrances to the tower are a hatch at the top and a hidden tunnel in the nearby foothills that leads to the tower’s basement. The sides of the tower are enchanted to repel ropes, grappling hooks, and other climbing supplies. 

Bahrigat is a benevolent dragon who generally protects the intelligent creatures in adjacent hexes in exchange for the occasional snack of livestock. Additionally, Bahrigat sabotages the efforts of any other dragons to establish a foothold nearby because their presence might disrupt the peaceful arrangement. Bahrigat relies on the locals to defend the laboratory if it is threatened, and always seems to know exactly who to reward for their assistance. The usual reward for a defending party is 1 or 2 art objects worth 250gp each. 

If Bahrigat’s laboratory is looted, the following treasure is available: 

500gp of gold trade bars 

1000gp of silver trade bars 

Set of seven engraved candlestick holders with holy candles (35gp) 

2000gp of exotic spell components 

20 gems (45gp each) 

Spell scroll of Cause Fear 

Staff of Flowers 

Potion of Water Breathing 

Potion of Gaseous Form 

Potion of Fire Breath 

Encounter: Breaking and Entering 

A group of 10 hirelings (commoners) led by Thuza Silverhammer (male dwarf, guard) is currently trying to bash a doorway into the stone wall of the laboratory that sits aboveground. Thuza’s village of Goldfall is being wracked with a magical plague, and he is searching for a cure. He believes that dragon’s blood can function as a cure, and failing that, the dragon’s hoard might have something that could help. And if he gets rich from the hoard or finding the cure, that’s all right with him. 

[totalphysiologycom]

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[celestialvisionsai]

Planet Crystalline Solitus, observed from space, presents a mesmerizing vista. It appears relatively small, a jewel of refracted light, with an atmosphere thin and shimmering subtly in hues of violet and indigo. This thin atmosphere suggests minimal gaseous exchange, implying a stark, inhospitable surface. Surfacescapes of Crystalline Solitus are a spectacular expanse of glass-like silica sands, stretching into endless dunes that glisten under the starlight like a sea of diamonds. Variably sized crystalline formations sporadically erupt from the sands, their surfaces etched with intricate patterns following eons of meteorological sculpting. The play of light through these natural prisms creates breathtaking displays of scattered spectral colors, a phenomenon unique under its twin suns. This celestial body, while an uninhabitable desert of spectral beauty, adds a vivid chapter to the compendium of cosmic wonders.

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A forklift truck is a type of motorized industrial truck. It aims to move and transport, push, pull and pull a material load and then stack it or store it in a warehouse rack, like other industrial trucks do. Forklift trucks are available in a variety of sizes and capacities. They can run on batteries or internal combustion engines that run on diesel or gaseous fuel.

Regional Analysis

Asia-Pacific dominates the forklift truck market because of the huge need for forklift trucks from advancing nations. The increase in industrialization is one of the factors that are expected to aid the growth of the forklift trucks market.

Recent Developments

Hangcha has launched its new XH series 2.0t-3.5t electric forklift truck with high voltage lithium-ion batteries. these trucks are integrated with high voltage lithium batteries, which can be fully charged within one hour and perform up to 12 hours. Furthermore, with a rapid charging facility, these can be charged during regular work breaks, which will run for the entire day with no extra battery exchange.

KION Group AG has set up a new industrial truck plant in the Polish town of Kołbaskowo, near Szczecin. The site will produce counterbalance trucks for all brand companies within the KION Industrial Trucks & Services segment.

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Toyota Industries Corporation

Crown Equipment Corporation

Kion Group AG

Hyster-Yale Materials Handling Inc.

Hyundai Heavy Industries

Jungheinrich AG

Anhui Forklift Truck

Doosan Industrial Vehicle

Godrej & Boyce Manufacturing

Hangcha Group. And More

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Electric motor

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Class II

Class III

Class IV

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Construction

Manufacturing

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North America

Europe

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[nursingwriter]

Evolution of Respiratory Organ System Respiratory system functions in providing oxygen into cells and transferring the remains of metabolism. The basic respiratory system happens in two main ways: internal and external respiratory system. In internal respiration, organism experience gaseous exchange through the cellular surface, while in the external respiration, every organism has developed typical organs to carry out the process, like fetal membranes, skin surface, and lungs (Campbell, 2001). Early organism (amoeba) carries out the metabolism process within the cell's organelle. In the mitochondria, organism converts glucose into energy (ATP) with oxygen, and releases CO2 and water. The respiratory process exists as gas exchange through cell's phospholipid membrane. This process continues for internal respiration principle in higher organisms. Through the evolution, organisms have developed different types of respiratory organs, which suit their needs. The organs vary from gills (in fish), lungs (terrestrial organism), and skin (amphibians). Certain organisms may also develop elongation or advanced function of the organs, commonly to adapt to their origins. This is not only a different development of the organ shape, but also a different physiological adaptation. The development varies in many ways. For example, fishes develop gills to filter water and captured oxygen from the flowing current and benthic fishes develop labyrinths to provide larger space when they have to live in the shortage of oxygen. Marine mammals and sea birds have similar lung type as terrestrial mammals and ordinary birds, however they have myoglobin, typical hemoglobin structure in the blood that stores oxygen in higher capacity. In birds, air sacs present through the body cavity to provide space for oxygen during rapid gas exchange while flying. Air sacs help the function of pulmonary organ and release excessive heat. Other adaptation performed by amphibians is the decreasing metabolism rate during the hybernation in winter. Amphibians also get oxygen through skin surface, which is why they stay alive while buried dormant in the mud during winter. The skin is kept exposed to fresh water to supply oxygen for the metabolism. Works Cited Campbell, Jonathan A. Respiratory System. 2001. Comparative Vertebrate Anatomy. University of Texas at Arlington. Web site: http://www.uta.edu/biology/restricted/3452resp.htm Read the full article

[breathagainlife]

Breathe In Hold: The magic of mastery over your breathing

Quick, hold your breath. No, really, hold it and count before you read more.

How long could you hold?

The duration tells you a lot about the health of your lung and respiratory function.

Most human beings can hold their breath for durations that range from ten seconds to ninety seconds. Only the exceptionally well trained exceed these limits.

But what is the duration telling you about the health of your lung?

When you hold your breath, your body is still experiencing gaseous exchange. Oxygen is being released into your blood and carbon dioxide back into your lungs.

The capacity of your lung to continue to do this when denied fresh air is a measure of how long you can breathe in and hold.

Longer is better.

There are several factors that affect your capacity. If you smoke, don’t exercise, are stressed or anxious, carry excess weight, or don’t sleep well.

The effects of these conditions would show up when you tried to hold your breath. Burning lungs, coughing, an uncontrollable urge to breathe.

Your nervous system also plays a role. Your nervous system has two systems. Sympathetic or activating and parasympathetic or calming.

Once you stop breathing, your sympathetic system will act to override you holding your breath. You will experience it as panic.

How well trained is your nervous system to be able to prolong the urge to give in to panic?

Remember from earlier articles, when carbon dioxide builds up, it changes your blood Ph, making it alkaline. The outcome is a real panic attack, so you cannot resist the urge to breathe for long.

But you can build capacity.

By training your mind and body to live without breathing.

Start slowly. Don't do anything crazy. You can damage the fragile tissue of your lungs by attempting heroism.

But as you build, you will find your capacity to breathe in and hold and build capacity to postpone panic increases.

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