#cell walls

[whats-in-a-sentence]

The life cycles of parasitic nematodes begins when dormant eggs recognize specific compounds secreted by the plant root (Figure 23.33). (...) As a result, the cell walls break down and neighboring cells are incorporated into a syncytium (see Figure 23.33A). (...) Roots infected by root knot nematodes form large cells, resulting in the establishment of the characteristic knot or gall, which also remains in close contact with the vasculature and provides the nematode with nutrients (see Figure 23.33B).

"Plant Physiology and Development" int'l 6e - Taiz, L., Zeiger, E., Møller, I.M., Murphy, A.

#book quotes #plant physiology and development #nonfiction #textbook #life cycle #parasitic #nematodes #dormant #eggs #plant cells #cell walls #syncytium #roots #plant roots #infection #root knot #gall #vasculature

[tenth-sentence]

In addition, the secondary cell walls of the outer two layers provide protection for the embryo, and tannins can be toxic to intruders.

"Plant Physiology and Development" int'l 6e - Taiz, L., Zeiger, E., Møller, I.M., Murphy, A.

#book quote #plant physiology and development #nonfiction #textbook #plant cells #cell walls #embryo #protection #toxic

[seven-oh-four]

marina designed the bosses in the memverse to represent the biggest traumas of those trapped in the deep sea metro:

- fighting and killing people who look just like them

- being forcibly imprisoned and put under constant surveillance

- 8-ball

#side order spoilers #side order #splatoon #splatoon side order #parallel canon #asynchronous rondo #pinging marciale #if it's unclear what i'm talking about with the second one: #the layered rotator's theme is called 'octopticon' #this is a play on 'panopticon' - a hypothetical perfect prison where all of the cells are in a circular formation around a watchtower #in which the warden resides. the warden uses a search light to surveil the prisoners. the warden can see every prisoner at all times but #the prisoners can never tell if they are heing watched or not. #in the room where you fight asynchronous rondo the walls are all prison cells. #asynchronous rondo's lower level has a search light that rotates around and surveils the area

[9twoeight]

~2021 etc(+crossover)

#earthbound #mother 2 #over the garden wall #cell of empireo #omori #deltarune #yume nikki #crossover #crossover fanart #fanart #flash warning #my art

[thesilicontribesman]

Dunbeath Iron Age Broch, Caithness, Scotland

#ice age #stone age #bronze age #copper age #iron age #neolithic #mesolithic #calcholithic #paleolithic #prehistory #prehistoric #broch #settlement #community #building #Scotland #stonework #cells #walls #archaeology

[kirby-the-gorb]

we are about an hour into rare disease day in my timezone! (it's always the last day of february, whether that's the 28th or the 29th.) the true prevalence of mast cell disorders is unknown, as they are often misdiagnosed or ignored. and mast cell activation syndrome, the most prevalent kind of mast cell disorder, only had diagnostic criteria laid out for the first time in 2010. so whether or not it's truly rare is really up in the air!

(personally I suspect it is just aggressively underdiagnosed but I'm not a research scientist or diagnostician right now. and even if it is rare, it's gonna be a lot less so than it was 5 years ago as certain respiratory infections are known to trigger it into visibility. that's what happened to me when I got mono at the end of 2015, further compounded when I got covid in 2022.)

all chronically ill people face a lot of hurdles when it comes to seeking diagnosis, accommodation, and treatment (all of which can be severely complicated by any intersecting marginalities), but rare diseases present a special challenge.

for example, I have an immune disorder. my immune system does not like being alive, my mast cells are way too jumpy and throw a tantrum over every little thing. you'd think an immunologist would be the one to treat me, right?

I've had 6 immunology referrals rejected in the past 9 months alone. multiple major immunology clinics in my major city tied to a major research university outright refuse to see patients with "mcas" written anywhere in their chart.

after 8 years of being debilitatingly ill, and suspecting it was immune mediated for 6, and getting it confirmed beyond a shadow of a doubt by the bone marrow biopsy last month, I will have my second ever appointment with an immunologist. another 2 1/2 months from now. the first immunologist lied to me about the reliability of the one available blood test, when I first came up with the hypothesis by myself 6 years ago, and forced me to abandon my (correct!!! now proven!!!) hypothesis for 3 entire years while we wandered around lost and got nowhere other than even more thorough process of elimination.

okay, well if my immune system is attacking me, maybe it's technically autoimmune? that's the rheumatologists instead of the immunologists, what do they have to say? dick all my dude, I don't have rheumatoid arthritis so they just shrug at me and go "idk, fibro? I don't know why you're here" and send me home with nothing. (I literally had a rheumatologist say to me, verbatim, "I don't know why you're here." buddy it's your job to read the chart and decide if I get seen or not, you tell me. at least he had a snazzy outfit.)

being chronically ill can be a terrible struggle no matter what, but a disease that is perceived as rare, accurate or not, adds a whole new layer of bullshit. (and of course there are much much rarer diseases out there, with even more hoops and dead ends and struggles and all-new layers of bullshit that even I don't have to deal with!)

anyway I'm having a shit time and using this awareness day as an excuse to productively bitch about it 👍

#it is okay to reblog this btw! #I know sometimes ppl get skittish when posts seem personal #(but I also know a wall of text is not Aesthetique™️ which like fair it's your blog yknow?) #kirby #swearing #long post #daily kirby #my art #digital #hal laboratory #nintendo #rare disease day #mcas #mast cell activation disorder #one time my wife took me to a gathering with her (at the time future-)doctor friends #and they were asking me about what I do and stuff and I was like 'oh I'm disabled' #so of course they're like 'oh with what?' basically #so I had to explain that we didn't know #and *why* we didn't know #and they seemed deeply disquieted that it could take even that long to find answers. #(this was coincidentally 6 years ago.) #it's a good lesson for them to learn early.

[evilforgood999]

It seems the game has dragged on a bit

#the cell has magical suppression #which is why there are blue runes on the wall (I think they are arranged in a ring throughout the cell) #dreamswap #ds nightmare #ds dream #I like to combine two different styles (: #And no this is not Arthur but Dream in more comfortable clothes #he is no longer a Disney princess

[good-beanswrites]

My thoughts on how the Milgram mv machine works based on the evidence we have:

(I know there’s been discussion about where exactly the interrogations take place, but wherever they are,) the prisoners are made to sit in a specific chair near the wall that houses the machine.

It’s ordinarily hidden, but the wall panels shift aside to reveal it when the mechanical sounds play in the dramas. As well as the walls moving, the chair transforms to restrain the prisoner and attach whatever it takes to access their brain. The fact that none of the more frightened prisoners try to run or break it makes it seem like they physically cannot. This is why Fuuta sounds so panicked, and why Amane is suddenly helpless in front of Es in their T1 vds.

(My mind conjures very classic sci-fi mad scientist machines with wires, pipes, lights, nodes, needles, etc, but I’d love to hear how other people visualize it.)

In some vds (maybe all? I’d need to check,) you can hear Es take some steps right before their iconic line -- it would make sense that for safety reasons, the power mechanism is placed across the room. Once again it could be anything, but the sound effect makes me think of one of those giant wall-mounted levers you have to pull down.

The voice dramas don’t really provide the type of crime details that an actual interrogation would reveal, and it’s odd that they’re placed before the extraction rather than after Es gets to see the new details. This leads me to believe the machine functions with priming. All Es needs to do is get them talking about their murder, so it’s on their mind.

The video produced is much like a (non-lucid) dream. Even if the prisoners figure out that this is how it works, they can’t control it just by thinking really hard about something else. The murders produce the strongest emotional affect, and that’s what it picks up on. If someone else used the machine, it would default to whatever gave them the strongest emotional reaction in the ~15 minutes beforehand, hence why Es’ video focuses on their daunting task ahead. (The Undercover theory is still a bit loose, though, given the private shots that Es wouldn't have known about). It’s why the videos are usually closely linked to the vd topics/beats. I also like to think that the reason their prisoner colors appear so much is because they’re looking at those colors on their uniform 24/7.

The bell rings to inform Es that it’s the optimal time to use the machine -- the prisoner has been thinking about things for long enough that the video will be about their crime, and if the conversation lasts much longer they’ll start thinking of other things. It’s at a different time for each prisoner because it’s based on the specific conversation. I guess Jackalope is listening in to the interrogation, timing it perfectly. (The only one that kind of messes with this theory is Yonah, because they just keep talking afterwards lol, but it could just show that the interrogation is still in Es’ control.)

Their “Sing your sins” is the final priming nudge to get them to think of their actions as a sin, revealing their guilt.

Once activated, the prisoner enters a sort of trance/sleeping state. It’s very much like REM sleep, with the machine forcibly activating neurons and recording the output. The prisoners have asked Es what they saw, meaning they don’t remember the mvs. I like to think the prisoners do experience the mv in real time, acting as the major version of themself that appears, but can’t remember it afterwards. It’s when you experience a dream, but as soon as you wake up you’re just left with fleeting emotions and memories right on the tip of your tongue.

The video plays immediately upon extraction -- whether on a huge projection or little screen depends on which room it’s in. It simultaneously saves the memory so that Es can rewatch it later (on those old TVs in the jailbreak mix). The machine downloads the song and video together, but requires special parts to retrieve them. The technology is pretty new and fragile, so if one is broken, there might be a delay between when Es can hear the extracted song and see it with the video. (That’s my justification for Kotoko’s delays -- after 9 prisoners the parts wear out, or maybe Mikoto himself overheats it with his complex situation.)

Based on the lack of conversation we get afterwards, I picture Es leaving before the prisoner wakes from the trance. The machine adjusts their brain back to normal before they awaken, restraints freed and able to return to the rest of the prison.

It’s very much like a dream, so it’s not harmful despite the amnesia/head injuries the prisoners have. It does, however, exhaust them. Brain activity alone takes a lot of energy, so forced brain activity with added emotional strain would cause them to feel pretty drained the rest of the day.

#milgram #👍👍 #if theres anything contradictory please lmk -- this is how ive been taking the evidence we have so i definitely want to rethink things if #theres a mistake #but also i just wanna hear what people have been picturing 🤔 #i mentioned it before but the jailbreak tvs really did shift my brain from sleek tech to clunky old scifi vibes #im also still partial to an idea mentioned a long time ago about the prisoners waking up to catch the last few moments of their mv #and how heartbreaking that can be for some #but i feel like it would make more sense if there was no direct interaction after the extraction since es is overwhelmed with different #reactions (from us) and the prisoners themselves are raw with emotion and fatigue #i like the thought of interrogations occuring in that big courtroom (seen in undercover and now deep cover) #but that room seems way too echo-y for the vds to take place in #and it seems overkill to build every cell with moving panel walls and access to the machine #so the jurys still out on that one #(also hehe im still so excited that my oc fits very nicely into all of this but i kept this post 100% canon compliant) #analysis/thoughts

[bowletta]

ONCE AGAIN I LEARN SOMETHING NEW REWATCHING SRMT

"After 15 years, my colleage mysteriously disappeared and took the prototype with him."

YOU.

#srmthfg #genuinely mad. theres so much lore they just didnt have enough time 💔 #very very inch resting how they wanted to create 'the ultimate fighting machine' ... the same thing the alchemist did later hmmmmm #ITS JUST. AUGHHHH THERES SO MANY IMPLICATIONS!! he stole his colleages work and refined it in his own image. but failed. #while the other scientists were able to suceed in giving robots life.... thiis goes so deep im bashing the walls of my jail cell help

[dulcesiabits]

Red Spring Studios is actually doing some cocomelon shit to me rn I have been replaying the full cover of the trailer theme for hours on end and seeing a close of Mhin's eyes is actually making me feel delirious

#liya chats #touchstarved #mhin #my ass would NOT survive in this world #u put mhin in front of me and I lose all brain cells asap. im like blushing and twirling my hair as a soulless smashes me into the wall

[whats-in-a-sentence]

The cell walls of these hollow, needlelike trichomes are reinforced with glass (silicates) and filled with a nasty "cocktail" of histamine, oxalic acid, tartaric acid, formic acid, and serotonin (Figure 23.6), which can cause severe irritation and inflammation.

"Plant Physiology and Development" int'l 6e - Taiz, L., Zeiger, E., Møller, I.M., Murphy, A.

#book quotes #plant physiology and development #nonfiction #textbook #cell walls #plant cells #glass #silicate #stinging nettle #urtica dioica #trichomes #histamine #oxalic acid #tartaric acid #formic acid #serotonin #irritation #inflammation

[starishsky]

old man yaoi again who would’ve guessed

#chreon #chris redfield #leon kennedy #resident evil #starishsketch #they’re not old. but it’s funny to say old man yaoi #I love them they permeate my mind more than water permeates the cell wall via osmosis #that’s what happens right??? cell wall??? water droplet??? #it’s been years since I’ve been in a science class. ok. #my point stills stands

[star-quill]

Can you may-haps do one with Quill with a corruption kink🫣 (I just feel like it’s something he’d have)

oh yes he definitely does.

you moved away to a different state for college, hoping to maybe find a boyfriend, settle down and get a good job—and you got none of those things. you did kiss a few guys at parties but it never really went any further. didn't get the job you wanted either, so now you're back living with your parents, which isn't really helping your "find a boyfriend" case.

that's when you spot him. he's out in the driveway talking to your dad, arms folded over his chest as he laughs and throws his head back at something your dad said. you don't know who be is, perhaps a new neighbour you assume.

"who was that?"

"peter, he lives across the road.. just moved back in from being away for a while."

peter. it kinda suits him. and you kinda wanna get to know him more. so you decide to bake cookies and take them over to his, or rather, his grandpa's place. he answered the door with a smile, grinning even more when he saw the baked goods.

"those for us?"

"yeah! i studied culinary arts in college and well, you're new to the neighbourhood so thought i'd put my skills to use and be a good neighbour.."

oh you were so cute. he leaned against the doorframe with his forearm, grabbing a cookie with his other hand and taking a bite.

"oh my god.. these are fuckin' delicious.. here bring them in, my grandpa's out the back.." he stood back from the doorway, letting you in and following you through to the back door, opening it to let you out. he looked you up and down as you walked out, his mind just racing with the absolute filthiest thoughts about you.

once his grandpa took one, you came back inside and left him the tray of cookies in the kitchen, before walking back out his house. you waved at him from across the street and he shut his front door after you went back inside your own house. oh he was done for.

the next week, your parents hosted a mini barbecue, just for family that were visiting but you absolutely begged them to invite peter and his grandpa. which was now how you were sat by the edge of your pool, legs dangling in the water while you ate a strawberry popsicle. peter was sat next to you, his hands leaning back behind him on the ground.

he had to suppress every single thought in his mind as he caught sight of you sucking on the popsicle, your lips turning a dark shade of red. he had to say something or else he'd go insane.

"you think i don't know what you're doing?"

"hm?" you turned to him, popsicle still between your lips as you gazed up at him slightly, with absolutely no clue what he's on about.

"oh c'mon.. so you didn't deliberately sit beside me with that thing and eat it the way you're eating it?"

"no.. am i eating it wrong?"

"no, no.. just.. forget it.." he got up and walked away, grabbing a beer from the ice box and heading inside, chucking the cap into the bin before taking a sip.

"i want you to explain to me what you thought i was doing.." he jumped, turning around to see you standing there, your popsicle gone and your lips still dark red.

"don't think i should.. go back outside.."

"no, i want to know, peter.." you moved around the island now, standing next to him. god, if you weren't standing next to a floor to ceiling window, he'd bend you right over the counter and take you right there.

"you really wanna know?"

"yes."

"thought you were deliberately sucking on that popsicle, trying to get my dick hard.. thought you were imagining things, like pretending that popsicle was my dick.. but judging by that gasp, you don't know what the fuck i'm on about.."

"oh.. well uhm.. was i doing it right?"

"doing what right?"

"the way i was uhm.. sucking on the popsicle, was i doing it right?"

he just looked at you, his eyebrows furrowing as he tilted his head slightly.

"you never sucked a dick before?" you shook your head.

"you ever kissed anyone?" this time you nodded.

"well that's one thing i don't have to teach you.."

and you couldn't say no to that. so now you were on your knees in front of him as he sat on the edge of your bed. his hand fisted in your hair as you tried to take him all in your mouth. he was big but it felt so good. tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you looked up at him, watching as his eyes screwed shut and he groaned out, the noises he was making were absolutely obscene.

he pulled you off him, his hand cupping your chin as you placed your hands on his knees. he tilted his head again, ever so slightly, almost like he was figuring you out, or figuring out what to do next. you just whimpered at the words that left his mouth next.

"y'wanna know something.. the day you came over with those cookies.. i thought you were so cute. in that pretty little flowery sundress.. wanted to just bend you over the kitchen counter, fill you up and watch you squirm.. you'd make a good lil' slut, don't you think? all for me?"

"mmhm.."

he didn't technically become your boyfriend, partly because you think your parents would kill you if they found out. but you did go over to his place occasionally, waiting until he was alone so you could be as loud as he wanted you to be. the first time he had sex with you, he was gentle but you begged him for more.

"you used to be so innocent, baby.. what happened, hm? this dick got you all messed up, huh.."

"mmf.. please.. need more.. please.."

you were on your stomach, spread out in front of him on your bed, your hips lifted up so he can fuck into you, grinding against you whenever he filled you up all the way. all you wanted was a boyfriend, a cute boyfriend to send you flowers, or kiss you softly whenever he had to leave—and instead you got the man across the street to dick you down whenever your parents went to the grocery store. then you became hooked, touching yourself at night and thinking of him, thinking of the next night you'd get to see him and he could give you your fix. he was like a drug, he made you feel so good and you were addicted.

weeks ago you wouldn't even think about touching yourself over anyone, and now you're whimpering, making yourself come while you whine out his name, wishing he was here beside you to fill you up. he had you wrapped around his finger and you knew whenever he called, you'd come running, ready to drop to your knees or spread yourself out for him. and he'd call you his "good girl", tell you you were doing so good, how pretty you looked all wet for him, and only him.

but still, at times you'd play the innocent card, knowing it riled him up. the sun was hitting the front of your house just right, so you dragged the sun lounger from your garage and sat it in your front garden. laying down, you made sure peter was home, noticing him walk through his house. it wasn't long before he caught sight of you and came over.

"gettin' a tan?"

"mmhm.. ur welcome to join me if you want.."

and that he did, until the sun moved and you both went round the back of your house. he moved his lounger right next to yours and ran his hand over your leg.

"peter.."

"hm?"

you didn't say anything else, just let him slide his hand under your bikini bottom, two fingers slipping through your folds before he plunged them inside you. your hands grabbed at his wrist, squeezing your thighs around his arm, whining and squirming on the lounger. he said nothing as he added another finger and you felt tears in your eyes as you came, legs shaking. he pulled his fingers out and you clawed at his hand to take them in your mouth, licking them clean.

"always gotta have somethin' in your mouth, baby.."

oh he really had you hooked. you were both absolutely head over heels obsessed with each other. and you wouldn't want it any other way when he always makes you feel this good.

#im goin insane!!!!!! goin feral!!!!!! #need to be put in a cell with padded walls #peter quill #peter quill smut #peter quill headcanons #peter quill drabble #peter quill x reader #guardians of the galaxy #gotg #✎ peter quill #answered #anon

[phatcatphergus]

I keep thinking about how off the island seems to the residents. And while that could just be the ptsd from purgatory, what happens if it’s not the real island? What if it’s just another trick to put everyone through true hell? Believing or wanting to believe you’re finally safe and sound before the rug is pulled.

What happens if tubbos heaven, his baby girl, isn’t actually part of their real home? What if his hell is to leave her behind to go to the real island? The Feds aren’t going to leave the residents in such a place for long, especially if it’s not part of their own mind games. But the new eggs aren’t part of the original island. Tubbo would rather die then leave sunny, but if the Feds want their residents back, there’s no stopping them.

Fed agents pulling tubbo and sunny apart as he kicks and screams and fights because even if the land they’re on isn’t his true home, the person he’s being forced to leave is. Tubbo would rather spend an eternity in hell with his little girl then one second back on the island without her.

#tubbo #qsmp tubbo #qsmp #qsmp sunny #Sunny #qsmp sunnysideup #I’m sorry I just had this horrible idea and had to torture others with it #tubbo would ABSOLUTELY fight tooth and nail to get back to his baby #the Feds would have to keep him in a triple locked isolation cell and he would still claw at the walls to make a hole #very made up by my own angsty mind and completely ignoring all canon #I just like to make myself cry sometimes

[senselessalchemist]

miscellaneous sketches that never got posted anywhere (as far as i remember)

#saroart #dead cells #the beheaded #the collector #you probably really don't want one of the explodey bats just hanging around #so * holds up beheaded like a cat when theres a bug on the ceiling * #but who do you hold up to get rid of the beheaded #i mean probably any boss really but some are more liftable than others #or you just get a broom and go pokepokepoke #have i drawn a different version of that same thing? #its possible my memory is bad and my filenames are uninformative #whatever i still enjoy the idea and i think it would be nice to just be able to cling to the wall #i would do that if i could

[just-a-twinge-of-cosmic-angst]

Ianto Jones in Torchwood: Children of Earth Day 2

#i needed a gif of this because nothing says iconic like #breaking your immortal boyfriend out of a prison cell where he is incased in concrete by smashing a forklift through the wall #but still taking time to wear your hard hat #children of earth #children of earth day 2 #ianto jones #torchwood #captain jack harkness #my post #my gifs