u/Optimal_Sun_484

Im so confused. especially around the secondary structure.

heres what I know:

Primary - One polypeptide, the kind of amino acids in chain and how they’re arranged

secondary - two polypeptides and how they interact (I don’t understand the alpha helix and folds in the chain)

tertiary - two polypeptides folding

quaternary - 2+ tertiary structures folding together to make a functioning protein.

I don’t really know how to explain what I don’t know. I think I just don’t understand the difference between 2+3

So I’m a string player, but was invited to play percussion in my schools marching band this year. I really enjoy it, and I’m the best bass they’ve got, but my arm constantly gets exhausted. By the last song in halftime, I can’t really play it very well because I just don’t have the strength to hit it often enough.

To be fair, we don’t play splits because the other basses are incapable of it, so we have to play a lot. and I’m the only bass with this problem, because the other ones just play quarter note for each song 🫩

the followings a dumb poem. how did you guys deal with stopping and feeling your scars weren’t valid?

I remember the way he watched over me, experiencing my joy. The taste of sugar on my tongue as I danced around the kitchen, the bite of salt as I laid in bed unwinding.

I remember the nights when the shadows where too loud. Soft lights flicker ahead, but my vision blurred around the edges.

I remember how he would touch me. Skipping the foreplay, passionate marking meant to take my mind off my woes.

I remember the first time I met him. Hiding in my room, a gangly 9 year old with a toothy smile. She curled in on herself and peeled back the flesh so slowly.I remember the way he told me he loved me, how I would never leave him. How I never plan to. How I defy their rules and sneak around to get just one more taste. 

I remember them taking him from me once, twice, and one third and final time. I sobbed and screamed and she wouldn’t listen.

He’s hung over my head since then, a  ghost for the past four months. Guilting me, reminding me I’m nothing without him. 

Last night the shadows got too loud, my thoughts got too static. I let him take me once more. Horror washed over me, I’ll live with his embrace for ever.

He is my savior, my abuser. My lover and my foe. My comrade and my enemy, with a kiss akin to an iron fist. 

I’ve stopped, and am about 2 months clean (maybe less, I really can’t remember.) I know that I’ll have scars for lifenbut there never big enough. I want more, larger ones. this is so hard. Part of me wants to stop for good, while the other part is waiting to move out so I can tear myself apart…. anyone got any advice on how to cope with this terrible invalidity? Getting back on Reddit has def made it worse, but also keeps me from hurting myself sometime. double edged sword. thx, love yall <2

okay so compared to the rest of you I haven’t read dirt, I finished volume 6 last night. I’m used to getting emotionally invested in characters but this was a whole new leve. Its heartbreaking that in the current reality Mikey has to avenge Baji by killing Kazutora. And how sad Mikey looks?!?! Their MY AGE, CHILDREN and this whole series is nothing but punches to the gut. And Draken being in prison is so sad.

At this point, Mikey and Draken are just innocent and dumb teenagers and have done relatively nothing so god awful to deserve this. I don’t know if I can finish this manga. Last night was such an emotional rollercoaster 😭

Am I just being emotional or does anyone else genuinely find this book so depressing??