the elements at the end of the periodic table barely feel like real elements to me. idk, if you can't hold a lump of it in your hand without it exploding due to radioactivity--man, radioactivity is barely the right word, it's a loose mass of neutrons and protons that only just holds together for a few microseconds--you can't do chemistry with it. it's not a chemical element, in the sense it is not found as part of any compounds on Earth or in space, because it does not exist long enough to form chemical bonds. i get that you wanna finish out the last period, make the bottom right corner nice and square. but you're not doing chemistry. you're doing Stupid Particle Accelerator Tricks.
Tucker is a technician at STAR labs. Wally goes to Tucker's department asking for help in a recent Flash case. Their conversations at first were purely business related. Slowly yet surely, they warm up to each other, they get to talking. Tucker realizes far too late that he's falling hard and fast for Flash.
Wolfwood and Vash are just. so girl failures. They’re soggy. They’re the kind of toxic only lesbians could manage. anyone who thinks either of them are suave, cool, and sexy are lying to themselves
Man, I know particle accelerators are a relatively common thing to exist, but I still can't get over the fact that they're so fuckin sci-fi in both concept and appearance, and that I've looked at one up close
I don't pretend to understand shit about high end science, but it does fascinate me. Back in highschool on our way back from doing multi-day community service work in bumfuck nowhere Minnesota, we stopped by an out of service mine that partially served as a tour site on how mines used to function, and on much lower levels served as particle acceleration/dark matter testing.
I truly can't describe the emotional journey experienced over the several hours of of getting into an 18th century vibe rickety ass iron elevator with an open front, and descending over two thousand feet beneath the earth past countless yawning maws of vacant mine shafts, having a tour largely in the dark explaining the grueling experience and mortality rate of working the mines, then descending further and walking into a cavern sporting the largest pieces of technology I've ever seen that look like some shit straight out of Star Trek, getting a spiel about dark matter, and then after having my mind blown at 17, traveling back up the terrifying elevator to emerge into a fucking gift shop
And you know who DESERVED BETTER????? TODD INGRAM. My guy. My baby boy. My bro. Bro was going thru it and didn't even get enough screen time to really show the wallowing going on. He should've been the whole show. Unbelievable. Fanfiction writers, send his ass to the penis explosion chamber.