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[blurrycow]

What are some facts you want to share but never had the opportunity to?

Hi anon!!!! Thanks for the ask and sorry for the late response!! Hmm, facts I want to share… let’s see. This is gonna get long, so the rest is under the cut. 

Well, I’ve been really interested in forensics- that’s what I want to have a career in- so I know a little bit of stuff about that. 

I looooove fingerprinting. It’s so interesting! Just like snowflakes, fingerprints are never the same. You might have heard of the three fingerprint types- loop, arch and whorl. A loop looks a little like a worm poking up its head from the side of your finger, an arch looks like a tiny round wave and a whorl is a sort of spiral. The thing you might not have heard of is that there are deltas in your finger too- little triangles where the ridges fold in. This diagram below is really great- the red is where it rounds, and the blue is the deltas. 

Anyway, moving on from fingerprints- I also REALLY love chromatography. It’s so much fun! It’s also a little less known than fingerprinting, but it’s awesome. So basically chromatography is the separation of pigments within ink, and is typically used with crime scenes if there is a pen/ink involved. To do chromatography you need a special kind of paper, which is like thick cottony watercolor paper, and you also need a glass of water. You draw a line across the bottom of the paper with a pen, and dip it in the water without it touching the pen. It is SO COOL because the water creeps its way up the paper ON ITS OWN, and you can see the pigments separate into different colored portions and it’s SO PRETTY. I actually have a couple of them up on my wall! 

Here’s an example:

But how is this relevant to crime and forensics? Comparing the chromatography of a pen of a suspect to the pen from the scene of the crime can offer more evidence for solving it!! It’s super cool actually! 

Anyway I have unfortunately gotten tired of typing (and now I’m super curious… who ARE you, anon??? who ARE you?? 🤔) and I would like to thank you again for the ask!!!!

[realnuisancealligator]

Love u

oh my god 

kanye

i love you too

[joel-millerr]

A PART OF THE MOON IS DARK I AM SO EXCITED

[kindofderp]

This was a mistake.

welcometowholockstucktrek as Cecil derpkind/ kindofderp as Carlos and kisaraa as our poor cinematographer

[realnuisancealligator]

Hey there uncle stumps

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[blissku]

I am just an atom, some sort of metal but it doesn’t really matter. I lay here in the ground, but I doubt it is much different here than on the surface, we atoms are everywhere and everything looks the same. … It has been a very long time. I no longer lay yards underground, I exist on the ground now, the living world. It is strange here, lonely. I am surrounded by atoms of the same kind, their babble is mind numbingly boring. I feel very tingly at times and there is this thing called light here. It runs through me. … I found my way into the ground again, carelessly tossed into the ground by some human, the main species on the planet. Me and my similar atom group work well together. Our group is called an element. I can feel the same emotions of the other atoms, but that will not matter for much longer. A plant’s roots have grown around my body and are stealing me away. I have no mouth to scream with. Technically I am not alive so why should I care. … I have been eaten. I live in the body of a human now, and am tossed around in its body. The human is a girl, evidently. The other atoms in this body are very friendly but no one knows much. I miss living in my element and wonder how the others are doing. Does anyone miss me I wonder? I doubt it, an atom is such an admitably small thing, too small to leave an unfilled gap. … I am unsure of what is going on now, I have more control of anything than I remember. I live in this thing called a cell, but this cell is larger than the other ones in the body. We are flowing down a tube now and I am scared. In all my life I have never been a part of something so complex. I remember my time in the ground, before I had to worry about things outside of my own electrons. How strange it is to care more about other atoms than yourself. Unexplainable. … I open these things called eyes on my new body. I am born. But what is “born” I wonder. The humans around me keep saying how pretty I am, but I doubt they can see me, the small atom of iron in this human’s brain, but I think I am this human now. I am beginning to feel less and less of specific atoms next to me, and more the sheet around my body and the human holding me in her arms, I yell to the atoms in her body, the body I once called home. But I do not speak that language anymore. The language of humans is more barbaric, and all I can do is grunt, moan or cry. I can no longer remember the feeling of existing far underground, surrounded by dirt. What am I now. I scream in my atom for a last time before I forget entirely.