#lab pellets

[maretriarch]

as soon as i learn to drive i can start taking opening instead of midshifts which will free 2+ hours of walking commute to and from work which is 51 minutes each way if im not hauling ass, (45 if i haul and NO pokemon which is becoming a VICE) not including me changing in/out of my walking clothes vs work clothes, if i need to get any groceries or stop anywhere, do anything, etc) which will mean i can start going to the cheaper grocery stores instead of the ones closest by, i can start going to the gym bcs im averaging like leaving the house at 8:30am and coming back at 8:30pm and im just not good enough at my routine yet to like minmax the time requirements and this isnt even including like...hobbies including sitting down for the 40 minute 3d modeling tutorial which is bamboo torture and ive tried sitting down mu white ass down multiple times to watch it but i guess id (bumper sticker voice) RATHER BE LONG DISTANCE HAULING CANS OF GREEN BEANS HOME ON MY BACK

[ad-astra-per-aspera-1389]

"but donald forced them to eat pellets!" first of all, they seemed to enjoy the pellets while they had them, and guys...they probably continued to eat those pellets long after tasha and leo entered the picture. those bionics (especially adam and bree's) probably burn a lot of calories. their metabolisms are probably super high. the protein pellets were probably engineered specifically to provide enough nutrients and protein for them to grow and function well. yeah, real food is fun and tastes better, but in addition to not shocking their digestive systems, those pellets were probably essential supplements to ensure they were eating enough. and, since donald invented them himself, they're not buying suspicious amounts of food, either. it helps that the kids seem to enjoy them, though (they all cheered when donald brought up protein pellet smoothies in rats on a train)

[labextrusion123]

The Film Blowing Extruder: Revolutionizing Plastic Film Production

A Film Blowing Extruder is a machine that extrudes plastic material, typically polyethylene (PE) or other polymers, into a thin film. The process involves melting plastic pellets, extruding them into a tube of film, and then expanding the tube by blowing air into it, which forms a bubble. The bubble is then cooled and flattened into a thin film, ready for use in various industries like packaging, agricultural films, and more.

The Film Blowing Extruder Process

Feeding the Raw Material:

The first step in the process is the introduction of plastic pellets into the extruder barrel. These pellets are usually made from polyethylene (PE), polypropylene (PP), or other polymer materials that are suitable for film production.

Melting the Plastic:

The plastic pellets are subjected to heat within the barrel, where the screw gradually moves them forward, melting the plastic into a molten state. This is achieved through a combination of mechanical and thermal energy.

Extruding the Film:

Once the plastic is melted, it is forced through the die head, forming a tube of molten plastic. The die is designed to ensure a uniform thickness and smooth surface of the film.

Blowing the Bubble:

The molten plastic tube is inflated using compressed air, forming a bubble. The size and thickness of the bubble depend on the desired properties of the final film. The air pressure and speed of inflation play a crucial role in achieving consistent film thickness.

Cooling and Solidifying:

After the film blowing extruder is inflated, it is cooled quickly to solidify its structure. This cooling can be achieved either by water rings or air-cooling systems. Proper cooling ensures the film retains its integrity and flexibility.

Flattening the Film:

Once the film is cooled, it is flattened into a two-dimensional film using rollers or other flattening mechanisms. This process ensures that the film is smooth and uniform, with no wrinkles or defects.

Winding:

The flattened film is then wound onto a roll. This roll can be used for further processing, such as printing, cutting, or converting into bags or other packaging materials.

Advantages of Using Film Blowing Extruder

Cost-Effective Production: Film blowing is a continuous process, meaning that once the machine is set up, it can produce large quantities of film with minimal downtime, making it cost-effective.

High-Quality Films: The film blowing process ensures high-quality films with uniform thickness, smooth surfaces, and excellent mechanical properties. The ability to control film thickness during the inflation stage helps in producing films with consistent quality.

Flexibility: With the ability to produce different types of films—such as multilayer, stretchable, or biodegradable films—film blowing extruders offer flexibility to meet various market demands.

Environmental Sustainability: Advances in biodegradable plastics and multi-layer film technology have made it possible to produce more sustainable films. Film blowing extruders are now being used to produce eco-friendly alternatives that reduce the environmental impact of plastic packaging.

Conclusion

The film blowing extruder is an indispensable tool in modern manufacturing. It allows for the production of high-quality, versatile plastic films used in countless industries, from packaging to agriculture. With continued advancements in technology, these machines are becoming more energy-efficient, capable of producing multilayer films, and adaptable to new, eco-friendly materials. The role of the film blowing extruder in the modern world of plastic manufacturing cannot be overstated, as it continues to meet the growing demand for functional, cost-effective, and environmentally conscious plastic films.

[libraryspectre]

I was pelleting virus. I've never done this. This is not something usually done in my lab. I checked the manual on the microcentrifuge and confirmed it could handle 20,000 gs WEEKS ago. But when I tried to actually run it that fast, it threw an error message.

Ok. Regroup. I checked every other centrifuge I have access too. Several others claim to be able to reach 20,000gs. On my fifth try I find a centrifuge that will actually do it. I set it to run for an hour and walk away victorious.

An hour later I return and open the lid. Immediately I see - or feel - a problem. The heat coming off of this thing is concerning. I have failed to notice that this centrifuge DOES NOT HAVE A COOLING FUNCTION. And I have been pushing it close to its limits for an hour. I take my tubes out and they are hot to the touch. THE PLASTIC HAS WARPED. My virus is certainly dead and I am an hour behind.

I start over and resign myself to a less powerful spin. 17,000 gs for an hour. Is this enough to actually pellet the virus? I don't know. No one can tell me. Google is not helping. I am late for lunch and so hungry I can't think about it any more. When I return, the pellet is of course too small to be visible, if it exists. I may have infected my cells with absolutely nothing. In recounting this today, I coined a new phrase that has spread across the lab: "I was so angry I had to go eat lunch"

THE CENTRIFUGE COOKED MY SAMPLES

[lettingthoughtsflow]

in the first lab rats episode, Tasha is seriously disturbed when Adam, Bree, and Chase are first introduced. but it IS NOT because they're bionic. she's uncomfortable because there are three teenagers who have never left this lab in her basement. Her husband never mentioned them and probably wouldn't have if Leo hadn't found them. also, davenport doesn't acknowledge them as human, which is why it's so easy for him to dismiss the kids. Tasha is disturbed because these kids are trapped in this room, sleep in tubes, eat pellets, and only have one purpose and no freedom. within two or three days after meeting the kids, Tasha is ready to help Bree get ready for a party, reminded Davenport that they are teenagers, and told the kids to be safe and stay warm at Facility X. This woman saw these kids as growing teenagers in ~3 days, sooner than Davenport did in ~15 years

[sweetfloatapartment]

oh, you practice ethical non-monogamy? well i practice UNETHICAL non-monogamy. thats right. i have multiple partners so i can perform scientific malpractice and make them all run through mazes like lab rats. i only reward some of them with Science Pellets. the other ones get electrical shocks. i may have also vivisected a partner....what? you're not interested? .......okay, no pellets for you

[algea]

Ghoul School

prompt: you, Lucky, Phoebe, Trevor, and Lars go to investigate a spirit infested school, but ends badly for you.

Ummm basically enemies to lovers?? idrk tbh LOL

warnings: idk scary stuff? cussing! sexual tension! um you smoke 1 cigarette and thats it. GORE!!!!!!!

a/n: I’ve been thinking of this since I saw the movie…

*THIS IS A SUPER LONG STORY!!!*

“A school? Are you serious, Lars?” You mutter, running a hand down your face and sighing.

“I wish. What’s your grudge against a school anyway?” Lars said, cocking an eyebrow at you as he turned to look at you.

“Well I don’t know, maybe it’s the fact that kids still go there. It makes me sick how they have to experience that while being in an environment where it’s supposed to be safe and welcoming.” You explain, tapping your fingers nervously on your desk. Behind you, Lars sighed,

“Well that’s why we’re going innit? So stop worrying about it so much.” You snapped your head when heard the door open. In trudged a slime covered Trevor, Lucky, and Phoebe.

“Lars, I need your help with something!” Lucky called. Lars stood and strode to her, his eyes lingered on you for a little longer than they should’ve. Trevor had a proton pack on his back, which was slightly smoking from the interior.

"Piece of shit only fizzed when we tried to turn it on, know a way to fix it?" Trevor asked, gazing up at Lars. Lars' face was stone cold, probably because he had to deal with the dumb shit Trevor stirred up.

"First off, it's not a piece of shit. Second off, did you even try to figure it out?" Lars scoffed, eyebrows drawn together in a scowl.

"Give it to me, I'll see what I can do." He sighed, obviously not wanting to deal with him anymore. Trevor basically shoved the proton pack into Lars’ arms, which didn't waiver when he received it. Hot. You thought. Lars trudged to his station and set the proton pack down. He removed the protective covering, and coughed when smoke blasted in his face. You snickered, which earned an unimpressed glare from him. Lucky appeared beside you, ready to talk about what else you've come up with her to test.

"What is it?" She asked, tinkering with the item on the desk.

"You know how there's buckshot for a shotgun? I've figured out how to compress protons into little pellets and create a buckshot-type stream." You explained, showing her how it would work on a sheet of paper. You heard Lars muttering about something, though you brushed it off. You handed Lucky a few pellets, which contained about 12 rounds of buckshot each. She eagerly shot off into the test room, excited to try it out. With nothing else to do, you shuffled behind Lars, peering over his shoulder to watch his hands work efficiently. Lars really didn't know you were there, truly he didn't. So when he turned around to go get something from his desk, he jumped back.

"Good Christ you scared the shit out of me!" Lars exclaimed, putting a hand on his chest and letting out a big sigh. He shoved his glasses back up his face and ran a hand through his hair.

"I'm sorry! I just wanted to watch you work..." You trailed off, staring at the ground in embarrassment.

"Well maybe next time maybe fucking keep to yourself." He snapped, brushing past you, his hand grazing yours. You just stood there, hands clenched and cheeks burning in embarrassment. Phoebe stood next to you, putting a hand on your arm and whispering,

"It's ok, really, he doesn't mean it."

You couldn't help the tear that slithered down your cheek. Blinking away the rest of the tears, you muttered an 'excuse me' and walked outside of the lab. Taking a left, you headed through the doors to the cool breeze outside. Stuffing your hand in you pocket, your hand found purchase on the cig case you had. Sliding one out of it and grabbing your lighter, you lit the cig up and shoved the lighter back into your left pocket. You sat against the wall and pulled your knees to your chest. Hearing the doors open, you see Trevor walk out. He spots you and slides down the wall, sitting next to you.

"It's not your fault. It really isn't." Trevor offered, watching you let out a sigh, smoke going with it. You laugh, dragging a hand down your face.

"Listen, don't ever fall in love, man. Shit sucks." You sighed, resting your head against the cool brick. Trevor started to say something but the rest of the three burst through the doors. Lars was wearing his red jacket, walking towards the car. Lucky was carrying yours in her arm, right on the heels of Lars. He spotted you and Trevor sitting down against the wall. Trevor hopped up, offering you a kind hand. You took it, cigarette still in hand.

"Put that shit out." Lars commanded, crossing his arms. You glared at him before taking a long drag and blowing the smoke out. You dropped the rest on the ground, twisting your foot against it which successfully put it out.

"Happy?" You huffed, throwing your arms out in surrender. He just stared at you before pushing past you to get to the car. 'Bitch' You mutter under your breath. God he’s insufferable. Following them, you hopped into the passage seat. Lucky handed you your red jacket, which you put on before you buckled up. You zipped it up all the way burying your face in the collar. Lars watched you from his peripheral, drumming his fingers on the wheel.

“Are gonna stare or drive the goddamn car?” You snapped, turning to gaze at him. His hand tightened on the wheel and started to drive.

To say that Lars was a good driver was a pretty big overstatement. You were even lucky you made it to the school alive, much less in once piece.

“You are never ever driving again, Lars.” You said, stumbling out of the car as a wave of nausea hits you.

“Stuff it.” He replied, pushing up his broken glasses. You turned your gaze to the school, which stood ominously in the distance. You shivered, which didn’t go unnoticed by Lars. He took a small step closer to you, his hand ghosting the small of your back. You jumped slightly at his feather touch, but relished it. Lars flicked on your switch, making your proton pack hum with the familiar ��whirring’ sound. You walked to the front steps, pushing open the two massive double wooden doors. You were blasted by a cold air, which you stumbled back from.

“S-shit.” You muttered, hands shaking ever so slightly. You reached for your flashlight, but froze when you saw a shadow figure dart through the darkness.

“Lars.” You whispered, a lump forming in your throat. Lars was off busy helping the others get their packs on, which meant you were the only one at the front. You felt something tugging you forward. You stumbled back into the school following the tugging sensation to a room downstairs.

Lars looked up, about to ask you something, when he noticed you were gone.

“Where the bloody hell did Y/N go?” He asked, looking around. His question was answered when he heard your frantic screams coming from inside of the building. They all looked at each other, then bolted to the building.

The building was absolutely freezing. That you were certain of. The frigid temperature fucked a little with your head, at least that’s what you can conclude. You found that being able to see in the dark was not your forte, which caused you to fall down a flight of stairs.

“OH FUCKING SHIT—!” You screech, tumbling down the stairs. You landed with your head cracking against the cold floor. Groaning, you tried to lift your head, but you felt like you were spinning like a top. You eventually stood, swaying slightly after. You blinked a few times, holding your head in your hands. In the corner of your eye, you could see another shadow figure. It was tall, tall enough to reach the ceiling. It started to approach you, but you let out a scream, starting to run back up the stairs. You felt a push, then you tumbled back down the stairs, smashing your head into the pavement again. You landed on your knee, successfully snapping the bone in your shin. You let out another bloodcurdling scream, spitting out blood in the process.

You felt lightheaded as blood spilled from your shin and lips, dribbling down your chin and neck. You were in too much pain to cry as you crumpled to the floor again. You heard all three of them yelling your name, but you couldn’t yell back. Instead, you pulled yourself across the floor, leaving a long streak of blood as you went. With as much effort as you could muster, you pulled yourself to the steps. It took everything for you to scream,

“LARS!!!”

Footsteps could be heard, which sounded like heavy boots clomping towards you. You clawed at the steps, trying to grip anything that you could to pull yourself up. The blond man appeared in the doorway, shining a flashlight down the stairwell. Lars hair was tousled, eyes wide. You make out how he was panting, as well as a horrified look painted across his face.

“oh my god.” Was all he said. He rushed down the stairwell to get you. You couldn’t make out much of anything, you kept fading in and out of consciousness. His hands, his strong and elegant hands held your face as he tried to keep you awake. Your breaths became labored again as you felt extreme pain rippling through your limbs. You let out another scream, which was muffled by Lars chest as he picked you up and started to rush you outside. One of his hands found purchase in your hair, gently stroking it with his thumb as he ran to the car.

Lars felt like it took years to make it to the hospital. His red jacket was drenched in your blood, but he couldn’t care less about what he looked like as he rushed you into the ER. Immediately after, you were rushed into a room, where you would reside for God knows how long. Lars sat next to Lucky, his face grim. He didn’t care how long he had to wait to see you again, just as long as he could see you. Lars stayed there all night, into the morning to be able to see you. When they told him that he could see you, he ran to your room as fast as he could. There you laid, eyes closed, face peaceful. When you heard the footsteps, you opened your eyes and found the blond man standing in your doorway.

“Bloody hell, I thought I’d never see you again.” Lars breathed as he approached your right side. Your hand lay limp on the top of the bedsheet. He brought up a chair and sat, taking your hand and lacing his fingers with yours.

“I was so scared that you were going to die, I couldn’t bear to see it.” He further explained. You smiled weakly and croaked,

“Are you being nice right now? That’s so unlike you Lars.”

Before you said anything else, Lars pressed a kiss to your lips. It wasn’t your ideal first kiss with him, but you relished the feeling.

“I didn’t save you because I thought it was the good thing to do, I saved you because I love you.” Lars whispered, his nose brushing yours.

“God I love you too, Lars.” You whispered back.

[the-lost-hidden]

Yippee! Thank you!

*two red eyes peer at you from the dark in the woods, their teeth chatter slightly*

W-what are you..?

-@the-lost-hidden

*I yelp a bit and jump back*

I c-could ask the same to you...?

[buckyalpine]

Peter’s Hamster

Crack fic alert: Imagine Bucky with a pet he never wanted. He’s around the compound more cause he’s taking a break from missions for a while. In the meantime, Peter brought a hamster from the pet store and Tony is not having any of it.

“No”

“C’mon Mr. Stark, you won’t even notice him-

“I can smell him from the lab”

“I’ll invent something to stop the smell”

“Aren’t pets expensive”

“Aren’t you a billionaire?”

“Shut up Romanoff”

“He was like 2 bucks!”

Peter manages to squirrel his way into keeping his newest friend but there’s still the matter of who would care for him when everyone else as away on missions. Anyway, Bucky made it clear he would have no part in hamster sitting. Not one bit. If everyone was away then the hamster would have to fend for himself.

Like today. It had already been a few days since the collective team had left leaving Bucky in perfect solitude with his worn copy of the hobbit and his secret guilty pleasure; peanut butter cups. No one would ever EVER see the former winter soldiers suck off the chocolate left on the wrapper, licking his lips like a cat after every bit between flipping pages.

It was perfect.

Except.

Bucky could hear the sound of the squeaky wheel of the hamster going at full speed, the high pitched squeals piercing through the air.

“For fucks sake, can’t you keep it down” he grumbled before pausing and closing his eyes. “…I’m talking to a hamster”

….

“who can’t hear me”

Eventually the rustling and scurrying gets to him so he reluctantly goes over to Peters room to see what the 3 gram rodent is up to. He notices the pellet bowl is empty and water has almost run dry, though the little fur ball didn’t seem to care just yet, more concerned about cleaning and pawing at his face.

“If you had more than half a brain cell you would’ve escaped and fed yourself” Bucky scoffed, ready to turn on his heel but the tiny beady eyes that look at him make him stop.

“Pathetic” he mumbled before finding the bag of food under a pile of Peter’s clothes “no more wonder he bought a hamster, he lives like one”

The hamster nudges against him when he refills his bowl, using it as an opportunity to escape by climbing up his arm and sitting on his shoulder.

“Seriously”

The small light brown puffball stayed there while Bucky scoffed, plucking him off and plopping him back in, narrowing his eyes at it.

“This was a one time thing. Figure it out”

Is what he said and fully intended on standing by but the squeaky wheels and rustling get to him. At one point, he swears it’s on purpose as the hamsters way of getting his attention for a food refill.

So he takes matters into his own hands

“If you won’t feed yourself, I’ll teach you”

So the late night sessions begin. Rigorous circuits for the thing that was smaller than his palm, learning how to scale the cake, click the lock open and nibble its way into the pellets. 

“I’m training a hamster” 

Bucky caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, a few stray pieces of woodchips dusting his clothes while the hamster (who he now called PB....based on an interesting choice...) completed another around in less than 0 seconds. 

“I’m training a fucking hamster” 

“Good Job PB” Bucky petted his head with one finger, stopping when he was about to comment on his ability to climb the cage, 

“And still talking to it” 

Imagine the absolute confusion the team feels when they get back to find random clear tubes running along the walls, each connecting to a different room, most tubes leading to the snack cupboards and counter tops. 

The walk into the living room and no one breathes a word, too entranced by the sight of a very focused Bucky and Peter’s hamster, perched on the super soldier. He sits on Bucky's shoulder, remnants of sunflower seeds left over on the coffee table while Bucky nibbles on a peanut butter cup. 

“What the fuck” 

Bucky turned around to find everyone staring at him with a variety of expressions from shock to amusement to utter confusion. At this point, Bucky couldn’t not care less, shrugging before holding up a seed to his shoulder so PB could grab it in his tiny hands.

“Which episode now, PB”  “Who the fuck is PB” 

Bucky pointed to the furball while scrolling through Netflix, avoiding any animal documentaries, not wanting to traumatize his new tiny friend. 

“You named him PB?”

“Yup”

“Based off of what” Tony cocked and eyebrow while Bucky snorted, feeding him another sunflower seed. 

“We’ll, I originally called him Parker’s balls”

Imagine after this Bucky has PB trained to wreck havoc and steal things he likes from just about anywhere. Peter gets absolute shit from Tony because 1 Bucky was enough chaos and now its Bucky plus this tiny demon. 

[homestuckreplay]

dave's gonna be pissed!!

(page 339-343)

I love when a story introduces a few separate and seemingly unrelated elements, and then gathers them all together in a neat conclusion that's even more satisfying because it's kind of unexpected. Homestuck does this on a really small scale - for example, the Sassacre book crushing the smoke pellets on p.96 bringing together John's sylladex accidents, the father-son prankster's gambit, and the two previous mentions of the Sassacre book's ability to crush things. But this is my favorite example yet.

A pattern is established with John and Rose that each character gets a command formatted as [strange noise/action] like a [creature] and [bodily function] on your [furniture]. Neither of these are relevant.

Dave's command is 'Bleat like a goat and piss on your turntable'. (p.315) but Dave 'would never consider allowing any fluid even remotely resembling urine to touch your beloved TURNTABLES.'

John gets a Little Monsters movie poster for his birthday and messages Dave about his favorite scene, where a monster pees in a kid's juice.

Later in the story, we see Dave find the bottle of apple juice in his closet that he found at the same moment that he was inspired to message John.

The Sburb Beta discs are established early on as a coveted item in the world of Homestuck, its importance increasing until it becomes the only item that can save the world.

Dave, who had a copy of this game before its true importance was established, reveals that he has lost it, and that 'its a stupid story and id rather not talk about it shit be embarrassing yo' (p.294)

All this comes together very delightfully when Dave finds himself unable to drink his unopened bottle of apple juice, unsettled by John's suggestion that a monster could reseal the bottle after pissing in it. He puts the juice back in his sylladex and immediately picks up another item, which forcefully ejects the juice, explaining the story of how Dave's game discs got damaged and fulfilling the prophecy of allowing a fluid resembling urine to touch his turntables.

This comic is basically engineered in a lab to be like one of those photo galleries of tiles that perfectly interlock and candy that's arranged in a perfect color gradient, it scratches the same itch. It's a storytelling technique that has infinite potential, but only works if it's spot on.

The Dave characterization here is really striking. Little Monsters is a movie where monsters under kids' beds are 100% real supernatural entities that make use of weird spatial/dimensional rules to play mean pranks on kids. Despite his obvious coolness and mastery of irony, and how dismissive he is of John's movie based interests. Dave can't shake the part of his brain that's like 'but what if monsters are real, what if there's one under my bed too'. I think he's like Rose in terms of meticulously constructing a personality that feels more 'adult', but their more childish aspects still slipping through the cracks (and nothing shows this better than their conversation on p.333 where they sound like they're rehearsing dialogue for the stage).

I've been thinking about John embodying characters from all his favorite movies, but maybe Dave is actually the Brian Stevenson parallel, right down to the sunglasses.

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Marina; obligatory sugar baby Kon. ( + non-chrono link for mobile. )

“Um . . . right,” Suzie says quietly, and . . . well, he just thought it: she's a secret herself. 

Tim definitely needs to just take over whatever neighborhood he buys Kon a cul-de-sac in. Or maybe just, like, the entire tri-state area. Get Suzie a little place of her own, maybe, with an actual living space in it. She doesn't have physical needs like the rest of them do, no, but that doesn't mean she shouldn't have anything. Like–he doesn't know, whatever girls like. Stuffed animals and her own TV and a place to keep, uh . . . okay, Suzie doesn't need batarangs or a place to store smoke pellets and caltrops or grappling lines or work on her equipment or anything like that, but still. It's, he doesn't know–the principle of the thing, or something. 

He's gonna have to work on his trust fund budget a little, maybe. Ridiculous as it is, buying an entire tri-state area would definitely put a significant dent in it. 

“Suzie,” he says. “Are you . . . alright here? When the rest of us aren't around?” 

“Yes?” Suzie says, looking confused again. That was probably an unfair question on his part, Tim thinks. It's not like she really knows what he means by “alright”.  

Kon didn't either, after all. 

“I mean–it's not too lonely?” he asks. 

“Oh,” Suzie says, then bites her lip. “Um . . . I mean . . . I'm fine, yes! You don't need to worry about me!” 

Maybe this is a Bat thing, but absolutely nothing has ever worried Tim more than hearing “you don't need to worry about me” from someone. 

“Okay,” he lies, and smiles at her. “But you know you can call us if you want to make plans sometime, right? You don't always have to just wait for us to show up.” 

Suzie looks at him for a long moment, then–well, she doesn't turn pink, exactly, since that would require blood and veins and actual skin instead of smoke, smoke, and more smoke, but he's pretty sure she blushes all the same. 

“Oh,” she says. “Um–right! Yes. Yeah. Yes.” 

Tim smiles at her again, trying to be–he doesn’t know, reassuring, maybe. Something to the effect, at least. 

“Good,” he says. “It’s good for the team to spend time together outside of emergency situations, anyway. We can’t only hang out during crisises and expect to work well together, you know? So it’d be helpful to have an extra excuse to, really.” 

“Right!” Suzie says, beaming at him, which hopefully means that implying she’d be doing something good for the team by asking for attention when she feels isolated or lonely worked. 

Tim really doesn’t know why he didn’t think more about her living situation before this, but to be fair, he also thought about literally no one’s living situation before Kon just casually announced that he lived in an ethically-dubious cloning lab that wasn’t paying him, so . . . yeah.

Definite oversight. Definitely a thing to pay more attention to in the future. Just–definitely. 

Several kinds of definitely.

[agaypanic]

Reader is Chase’s best friend and Bree has a massive crush on her and everyone teases her about how obvious it is to everyone (except to reader who’s oblivious but reciprocates her feelings) maybe reader is very affectionate with her friends and seeing her with Chase makes Bree confess out of jealousy.

Very 2 idiots in love brothers best friends vibe 🫡

I Don't Wanna Be Your Friend (Bree Davenport X Reader)

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Summary: Everyone knows that Bree has a crush on Chase’s best friend, except for his best friend. 

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There were many things that Bree had to look forward to ever since Mr. Davenport let her and her brothers out of the basement. She got to go to school and socialize, she had a phone, and she no longer had to strictly eat power pellets.

But the best thing that came out of leaving the basement was you.

You were in all the AP and Honors classes. So, of course, Chase was the first Davenport you met. The two of you quickly hit it off, becoming best friends. One day, when Chase said he was having a friend over, everyone thought it was a joke.

When you showed up at the front door, Chase’s siblings were a bit stunned. One, because he had an actual friend who was willing to be around him outside of school. Two, because that friend was a pretty girl.

You and Bree hit it off right away. She was so happy to have a girl friend, especially when she had spent literally her entire life around boys. You were so sweet, always down to hang out with her when she wanted to do something. Although Chase was your best friend, you grew very close to his sister.

It led to her developing feelings for you, which she didn’t know how to handle. She didn’t want to say anything for fear of you rejecting her and leaving. But at the same time, she couldn’t help but space out and stare at you from afar, trying to memorize every detail of you.

“You staring at her all the time isn’t gonna do anything,” Leo said, startling Bree out of her trance. You were on the couch studying with Chase, and Bree didn’t know how, but you somehow looked even prettier today.

“I’m not staring,” Bree mumbled, taking another glance at you from the kitchen. 

“Yeah, you are.” Adam laughed, grabbing something from the fridge. “It’s, like, so obvious that you like her.”

“Shut up, Adam.” Bree hissed. The last thing she needed was for you to overhear this conversation. She looked over at the living room to see if you and Chase had caught wind of what was being said, but she saw something even worse.

While Chase was going over something in your textbook, you leaned against him and rested your head on his shoulder. Chase put an arm around you as you were getting comfortable in this new position. You both continued studying as if this was normal. Sure, you were affectionate with friends, but Bree had never seen this before.

Suddenly upset, Bree stormed off down to the lab. Leo and Adam tried to stop her, but she didn’t listen. And she was too busy trying not to look at you and Chase that she didn’t see that you were watching her leave with a concerned look on your face.

She shouldn’t have been surprised to see you and Chase be so cuddly. You and Chase made sense together. You were both insanely smart, and meshed together well. And she wouldn’t be surprised if Chase had a crush on you. Although, it would baffle Bree a bit if you had a crush on her brother. You could probably do better.

Bree felt selfish to think that she was what’s better.

“Bree?” You startled the girl with your presence. You slowly approached, seeing that she was upset. “You okay?”

You had only been in the lab once before. One day, Chase and Adam were fighting before you had arrived to hang out, and bionics got involved. When you opened the front door, you missed the laser Adam had blasted at Chase from his eyes by a second, and only because Bree used her super speed to get you out of the way. You demanded an explanation, and the siblings told you about their bionics.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Bree responded, clearly not fine. You sat on the stool next to her and nudged her.

“You sure?”

She nodded, but you weren’t convinced. You wished she would tell you what was wrong, wanting nothing more than to make her feel better.

“So…” Bree said, and you perked up, showing that you were listening. “What’s up with you and Chase?” The question confused you.

“Nothing, I think. Why?”

“It’s just… I’ve seen you guys be all cuddly and close and stuff.” Bree played with her fingers, trying to distract herself from looking at you. “If you guys are together, you can tell me. You know, since we’re friends and all.” She said ‘friends’ in a somewhat bitter tone, which you picked up.

You laughed loudly, the thought of you and Chase together seeming absolutely absurd. Bree frowned, confused by your reaction.

“Bree, I don’t like Chase like that. Never in a million years.” You laughed some more, making Bree relieved. “It’s nice that you care about my love life, though. You’re a good friend.” You patted her shoulder, and she made a sour face at the word ‘friend.’ You noticed and tilted your head. “Anything else on your mind, B?”

“I don’t wanna be your friend,” Bree said abruptly, her jealousy and slight anger giving her the courage to look at you. You were clearly taken aback, and Bree realized how that could be taken the wrong way, but it didn’t falter her expression. “I really like you, Y/n. Like… like you, like you. And I don’t like you being all cuddly and cutesy with Chase because-”

“Because you want me to be cuddly and cutesy with you?” You asked. Bree couldn’t tell if the small smile on your face was a good or a bad sign. Either you were smiling because you reciprocated her feelings or because you were about to laugh in her face.

“Yeah…” Bree said, much more quietly than before. She looked down at her lap, cheeks hot with embarrassment. She probably just ruined your whole friendship because she couldn’t take seeing you around her brother anymore. Bree felt so stupid.

But she was quickly distracted from mentally berating herself by you grabbing her face in your hands and putting your lips on hers. It was a simple kiss, but it still made Bree dizzy.

“I don’t wanna be your friend, either.” You muttered against her mouth before giving her another kiss.

[davenportia]

part 2 of lab rats deserving better, for lack of a better title

picking up where we left off with mr. donald davenport/big d (chris and bryan, what the heck-) also HUGE TRIGGER WARNING of abuse and narcissism - donald davenport is one of the worst parents i have ever seen on disney. he makes it abundantly clear he only cares about himself and barely cares about his kids. i am fully aware that he was trying to protect them from douglas but i will say this on here because of the hate i got on the ‘say my name’ edit on tiktok. it’s davenport’s APPROACH that i am talking about. i know douglas would have been worse. with that being said… davenport always managed to make the situation about him. whether that was making a doll version of himself and making the toy company pay him god knows what amount of money for the lab rats’ action figures, or it’s an award FOR HIS KIDS for their 1000th mission that he tries to turn into a market deal with the president for his car, he always made it about him making money. even if it’s not about money, his ego never quits. when the KID’S BIONICS WERE EXPOSED, he said “i’m the brains behind it all. the smart behind the heart” (idk his exact words) and it’s like, stop talking about yourself for once. your kids could potentially be separated from each other and you’re talking about how you deserve credit for them. stfu, donald. additionally, and i sort of buried the lead here, my bad, in the literal first episode, you can see how donald had treated them for 16 years. he fed them pellet through a tube in their capsules - which was called ‘feeding time’ - what the fuck. chase LITERALLY says they’re “like human lab rats” and then they show adam in a human-sized hamster wheel. do people that defend davenport not realize that he treats his kids like animals? then after they made one mistake (going to school with no outside world experience thus inevitably causing trouble at school) and he almost sent them to an off-shore facility where they could complete their training - AGAIN, not letting them see the real world. bro, these are human kids you’re shutting out from the world. that’s like elsa in frozen possibly never evening meeting anna, could you imagine that? if you defend davenport, respectfully, unfollow or block me. no hate to hal sparks, all the hate goes to donald davenport.

tasha - my god, i love tasha. but there’s one thing that i wish they could have explored more: where the fuck is leo’s bio dad and what happened to him? so we know leo has a dad because leo says in ‘crush, chop, and burn part 1,’ “my NEW dad is batman!” but that’s literally all we even remotely hear of his bio dad. there are so many questions about this man. trigger warning real quick. was his dad absent most of his life? did tasha and him have a messy divorce? was he abusive? did they have a good or bad relationship with him? did he pass away? was he anything like davenport? in ‘can i borrow the helicopter?’ leo confides in davenport with a crush he has on janelle. davenport decides to tell tasha about said crush and she tries to help him hang out with her. after it backfires, leo is inevitably and understandably upset. “and what’s up with mr. blabbenport? i spill my guts to him and he blabs all about it” he says to tasha. davenport appears and here’s what he says to him: “you told my mom about janelle! i’ll never trust you again.” in my opinion, he could have and should have been more hurt. that could have showed us a bit more of leo’s past with his reaction. he could have said something like “i can’t believe my new dad can’t keep secrets either” or “my old dad would never have said anything.” like give us SOMETHING, disney. leo could have even struggled to tell davenport because his dad could have been a blabbermouth. we have no idea what his life was like before his mom married davenport. and tasha, when davenport was being irrational, could have said something like “this again! my ex husband always did stuff like this” or “new husband, same shenanigans.” seriously, we can get a little deeper here.

douglas: again, LOVE douglas. i know he started out at the main villain of the show along with marcus, but his CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT; BRAVO. he’s probably one of the funniest characters on the show. he just wanted his kids back, you know? give him a break. no but in all seriousness, he changed so much and became a better person. he showed he cared about the kids and saved their lives twice. donald? didn’t care that chase came home safe in ‘avalanche’ and was more excited about the money than his own kid. also the thing with perry having a crush on him was hilarious. i wish we had seen more of his backstory, though. all we know is that he wanted to make adam, bree, chase, and daniel cyber soldiers and davenport kicked him out and stole/rescued (however you see it) the kids, he faked his own death, and he partnered with victor krane to continue his research. all we get are these jokes throughout the show: “i was going through a rough patch and wanted societies to destroy each other.” in ‘sink or swim part 2’ when krane says to destroy adam, bree, and chase, douglas says “that was never my plan?” and from then on, tries to get in with and protect the kids, what did he want then? did he just want forgiveness or did he still want control over them? other than that, i don’t have much to say. i think douglas’ character was well written and had a good arc.

theresa cherry perry aka principal perry - i know she’s a terrible person but she’s so easy to like. she clearly cares about the kids but will never admit that. she wasn’t a very complex character though, i think. she was the standard mean principal who had a questionable past and 6 cats. what do you guys think of perry? what questions and/or suggestions do you have?

danielle, trent, ethan, stephanie, mrs. thissle - where did they all go?

am i the only one who couldn’t stand caitlin? like she started out as bree’s nerdy best friend but then became this like crazy weird girl everyone hates. like? you couldn’t let bree have one good friend?

overall, lab rats is a great show. clearly, it has a huge fan base and there are lab rats editors everywhere on tiktoks and instagram. hundreds of blogs dedicated to lab rats and other disney xd shows on tumblr, or loads of posts about the lab rats universe. again, chris peterson and bryan moore did a great job with what they had, but if the show hadn’t been produced by disney and the things from post and part 1 of this post had been thought about more, it could have been a MUCH better show. what are your thoughts?

[specialagentlokitty]

Master chief x reader - my blood, your blood

Part 1:

Leaning back in your chair, you looked at the screen, the live footage of the mission that your fellow Spartans were on.

“I fail to see why you brought me here along to watch this.” You said.

The admiral looked over at you, then back to the screen she as watching.

“Perhaps you could learn a thing or two from the others about how to properly preform on a mission.”

You hummed a little bit, nodding your head.

“If I remember correctly I am not allowed to partake in missions because I am weak.”

“You are unstable, and until you can prove to us that you would not be a liability on the field you are to remain here on reach under the careful watch of your guards.”

You titled your head back, looking at the ceiling instead.

“(Y/N) it’s time for your tests, can you come with me?” Halsey asked.

You turned around in your chair, placing your hands on your knees as you pushed yourself up, trailing after the doctor.

You glanced down at her as you walked side by side.

“You know that pushing the admirals buttons doesn’t help anybody.” She scolded.

“Maybe not.”

“Then why do you do it?”

She led you through to the lab, pointing to a chair and you sat down, placing your arm on the table for her.

“I’m not sure, maybe it’s just for the reaction.”

“Your pellet is broken again.”

You glanced at the doctor.

“Your readings are all over the place, tell me how you keep breaking them.”

You shrugged again.

“Have you actually left it there this time?”

“Hm. No. I removed it. No point having a broken device in me.”

“It’s there to help you concentrate on missions.”

You slammed your hand on to the table, making a dent in the metal and Halsey spun around to look at you.

Your guards pointed their guns at you, reading to fire if she commanded it.

“I’m never going to go on a mission anyways!” You snapped.

Halsey sighed softly.

“You will, you just need to show the admiral you can follow orders (Y/N). This? This isn’t showing anybody you can follow orders.”

You raised your hands, and you placed your hand on the bottom of the dent, pushing it back into place then put your arm back.

Halsey walked over, taking some blood from you, and you moved your arm away when she was done.

“I can’t help it, I mean even if I could follow orders I’d never be able to go on missions like the others…” you mumbled.

“What makes you think that?”

You sat backwards on your chair, looking at her.

“I’m not as strong as the others. Im impulsive, I’m angry, I’m not a good soldier.”

“You are a good soldier, but if you know all of these why do you insist on making the same mistakes over and over again?”

You frowned a little bit.

“I can’t help it… I just… I’m just so angry all of the time and I don’t know why…”

Halsey turned around, bringing a chair over to sit in front of you.

“A lot of your angrier comes from the species you come from, you need to remember while the other Spartans are human, you’re not. In order to be able to weaponise their own blood your people used anger as their fuel.”

“But I’m not allowed to use that.”

“Which is why you need to learn how to control your anger before you go on a mission.”

“The others don’t accept me.”

“What makes you think that?”

You heard the door to the lab open, and you watched as the other four Spartans walked in, all of them taking their helmets off.

You got up, stuffing your hands into the pocket of your jacket, burying your nose into the fabric.

You glanced back at Halsey.

“I can tell.”

With that, you walked towards the doors, pushing past the group.

“You’re needed for debriefing.” Riz spoke.

You waved your hand dismissively at her, leaving the lab with your guards as you headed back to your bunk, standing in front of the door.

“I’m turning in for the night, please secure my door.”

“You are yet to have dinner.”

“Not hungry.”

They nodded, letting you step inside and the door shut behind you, a series of locks clicking and you walked over to your bed, laying down.

Resting your arm on your stomach as you stared up at the window above you, focusing on the moon.

At least they were nice enough to give you a room with a view, even if you were basically a prisoner here.

You were just waiting for the right time to leave, biding your time until you had everything finished and planned out.

You had narrowed the list of planets you species were from, and you had finally found one where they had come from, and there was going to be a mission there soon.

You acted like you weren’t paying attention when they all spoke, but you were, you were memorising everything they said, and you had memorised the dates they were going to this planet.

If you could sneak aboard the ship and sneak off, that was all you needed.

In just less than a week their mission would take you there and that’s where your freedom would begin, away from this, away from people that hated you, judged you, tried to control you.

You spent hours just laid there staring up at the moon as it slowly moved across the sky.

There was a loud beep that echoed throughout your room that let you know someone was at your door.

“What?” You asked.

The locks slowly unclicked, and the door slid open.

“You were supposed to report to debriefing.”

“I’m not an active duty Spartan so what does it matter if I attend the debriefing or not.”

“You are still expected to attend with the rest of us.”

He stepped inside, letting the door close behind him, and you heard the sound of a tray being placed down on your desk.

“I was told to bring you something to eat, and give you the results of the mission.”

You waved your hand dismissively.

“I don’t care about your results Master Chief.”

“You should, if you’re to come on missions with us one day you must know how we work.”

You rolled over on your side, turning your back to him.

“Get up.”

You ignored him.

“That is an order (Y/N). Stand up.”

“I don’t take orders from you.”

“I am your chief. Your superior officer.”

You turned over at this, sitting up and you rested your arms on your knees as you stared at him.

“You’re here to make sure I don’t get out of control, your job is to put me down if I do because I’m the failed Spartan experiment who didn’t die. Yet Halsey couldn’t have me killed because she was curious about how I work, about what I could do.”

“You’re unpredictable.”

“From what I’ve heard you’re getting to that stage as well sir.”

You spat that last word out, and he clenched his jaw, balling his hands into fists at his side.

“You need to control yourself.” He warned.

You slowly stood up, tilting your chin a little bit at him, eyes boring into his.

For a Spartan to stare at anybody like this was nerve wracking, but when it was somebody like you, somebody who could do what you could do, with that small amount of red melted in either (E/C), that would be enough to paralyse someone with fear.

“I will never be one of you. I know this.”

“You are a Spartan.”

“No I’m not! I will never be because even you lot are repulsed by me!” You snapped.

John took a step forward, and his whole body froze into place.

“Release me.” He warned.

You took a step forward and to took one back until he was finally standing on the other side of your door.

“I said I was turning in for the night, that means no visitors.”

“You know the rules about controlling blood!” He hissed.

“They said I wasn’t allowed to use mine, they never said I wasn’t allowed to use yours. They’ll never believe you either, so I win. Now leave me alone.”

You released your hold, grabbing the food tray you picked it up and tossed it back out at his feet, then slammed your door closed again.

John sighed heavily, picking up the discarded food tray.

“I don’t see why you bother, they’ll never be allowed outside this building.” Vennick said.

“Because they are still part of this team, even if they can’t come on missions. They could still help.”

“Do you think they’ll ever be allowed on missions?” Kai asked.

John turned to her, shaking his head.

“No.”

He gave your door one last look before he left, and you went back to planning your escape from this hellhole.

When the day came, you had to act quickly, telling your guards you were going for a shower just before the ship was due to take off.

That would give you half an hour, then you had to get to the shop before the Spartans which was easy enough.

Now it was finding somewhere to hide, which was a little harder but you spent a long time analysing this ship, and there a large enough gap just big enough for you to hide in behind some of the ships panels.

And that’s what you did, for the whole flight you were there, and you waited, heart pounding in your chest.

You could hear them talking among themselves, and you heard the sound of the ship landing, and then leaving.

Waiting a few minutes, you pushed the panel aside, and you jogged through the ship and out the open door.

Looking around, you noticed you were nearby what looked to be a city, so you jogged in that direction, trying to get to some sort of cover to wait out their departure.

It shouldn’t be long, because there was no way for them to know that you were there.

Except john.

He knew the whole time that you were there, and he had been given separate orders by Halsey.

He was trailing behind you, waiting until the pair of you were far enough away from the others, then he finally raised his gun.

“Petty officer (Y/N) 027, stand down!”

You stopped running, slowly turning around, keeping your gaze fixated on the puddle underneath your foot.

“You are to return to reach and face the consequences for deserting your post.”

You slowly raised your gaze to him, and the corner of your mouth twitched up in a smirk.

“You armour doesn’t protect you.”

Behind your back you balled your hand into a fist and he was tapped, unable to move or fight back, and you unballed it, knowing you had complete control.

“This is where my life begins, outside the UNSC. My life. Not there’s.” You said lowly

[galactic-glamour-girl-posts]

Pinky, Freedom and the Brain

In the Pinky and the Brain episode “Leggo My Ego”, Brain is given a backstory that interprets his desire for world domination as wanting the world he was taken from back. An subconscious desire to return home. His real home.

In the Animaniacs reboot, he is given a backstory that interprets his desire for world domination as a conscious desire for complete control of himself and his environment, to avoid the feeling of helplessness, and ultimately, pain.

Both these origins can be true, with the latter likely taking place after the former. Brain's tail only became kinked after being shocked, this is consistent with his tail not being kinked in the flashback shown in “Leggo My Ego”, where he was taken to Acme Labs for the first time.

Either way, be it from Acme Labs or from the feeling of helplessness/pain, Brain's desire for world domination ultimately stems from a yearning for freedom.

He could escape his cage at any time, but that's not enough.

Not until he has the world.

So the cage will have to do. For now.

As for Pinky, in both the original Animaniacs and its reboot, he's fascinated by pop culture and things humans consider trendy. For example, he's usually seen watching TV/YouTube to pass the time.

There isn't much of an explanation for this in either show, not that there really needs to be. On a meta level, it's an easy way to satirize pop culture, it makes Pinky more relatable to the audience, it's a good way to inspire Brain and hence kickstart the plot, and it's an easy way to brighten the tone of the Acme Labs portion(s) of their segments just enough so that the kids at home forget that this series is literally about two kidnapped children who were genetically altered against their will and forced to grow up in a cage. Despite this, Pinky, Elmyra & the Brain, although it is not considered canon, does have a segment that implies what the reason for Pinky's fascination with human pop culture may be.

In the segment "Pinky's Dream House", after becoming enamoured with the vision of a perfect life displayed by 1950s television comedies, Pinky dreams of a domestic life. He even sings a song about it, which is where the implications come in:

"Someplace, next to a landfill, there's a house. With a shelf full of knick-knacks made for a little mouse. A modern house is such a gift, to keep it clean you barely lift a finger. At night we'll sit and watch the tube and laugh at all the toothless boobs on Jerry Springer. Sofa's covered in plastic, never stain. I wish I had a little house made for me and Brain!"

He becomes so enamoured with the idea that he (and Brain, albeit reluctantly at first) lives out his fantasy in a dollhouse Elmyra owns.

Pinky's a lab mouse too, and although he doesn't openly show signs of trauma from any experiments, perhaps his fasciation with humanity's interests stems from an internal desire to be human. Probably not literally, but in the sense that it would allow him to have a "normal" life. A house instead of a cage, home-cooked meals instead of food pellets, etc. He doesn't strive for glory like Brain does, he'd be perfectly happy with a mundane, domestic life; but it seems that, just like Brain, he be much happier if he were free from Acme Labs.

He could escape his cage at any time, but that's not enough.

Not until Brain has the world, and makes it better.

So the cage will have to do. For now.

Pinky and the Brain are opposites in almost every way imaginable, but ultimately, they both want the same thing.

Pinky and the Brain want to be free.