#amusing stuff

[mortalityplays]

How do you make a whore moan?

Extract sapogenins from a Mexican yam and employ Marker degradation to degrade the sapogenin side chain while leaving similar functional groups on the steroid nucleus (relatively) unaffected. Use acetic anhydride to block the hydroxyl group formed by opening the six-membered pyran ring. Then oxidatively open the five-membered furan ring with chromic acid. This forms the acetyl side chain of progesterone and an esterified hydroxyl group on the steroid nucleus. The ester is then hydrolyzed under strongly basic conditions. The use of acetic acid leads to the production of 16-dehydropregnenolone acetate (16-DPA). 16-DP can be converted into progesterone in two steps. Firstly, the double bond in ring D is hydrogenated, followed by Oppenauer oxidation of the hydroxyl group and the concurrent migration of the remaining olefin from ring B to ring A so that it is in conjugation with the ketone carbonyl group at position 3. Alternatively, a three-step procedure involving Br2, CrO3, and Zn/HOAc can be used. 16-DP can also be converted into testosterone and the downstream products estrone and estradiol. 👍

[delightfullyodd]

Hey, if you look up on the Knights of Guinevere tag, you can see a post with anti-KOG. As in the show isn’t even out, and people are already putting in the anti tags.

I’m not sure how to feel about this.

Feel great about the show though!!!

Hello, Anon!

Wow,this is really amusing! Haven't seen any in person yet.

I don't know what to think about it either, but I think we should wait.

[idridian]

from the page for the menu (2022)

actually THIS is my new favorite doesthedogdie comment

[captainadwen]

Damian Wayne vs the World

Sixteen year old Damian Wayne is on the hunt for a younger sibling. Being more discerning than Bruce 'child collector' Wayne, Damian's firm criteria for Batman's latest adoption problem includes but is not limited to: black haired, blue-eyed, tolerable humor, not evil, and most importantly - younger than Damian.

Lucky for him, fourteen year old newbie vigilante Danny Fenton is the perfect fit. Now, to fulfill his end of their deal, Damian must defeat the evil government organization hunting Danny in order to gain a baby brother.

Or, @livinghalfway your post made my brain go !! but in such a different way I figured it was better to make a separate post, hope you don't mind/enjoy still

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Damian Wayne re-entered Tim Drake's life like a gnat revealing itself in a closed bedroom space. Tim was in t-shirt and a boxers, maneuvering ramen into his mouth with one hand and scribbling out an epiphany on a murder case with another, when Damian's demonic dulcet voice echoed down from the ceiling. "Drake," said Damian, judgemental, "You live like this?"

Tim nearly choked on his ramen, because the day Damian doesn't attempt to murder him - however doubtfully accidental this incident might be - is the day Darkseid decides to be friends with the Justice League. "Fucking knock," Tim coughed out. "And get out. No one invited you in."

"Put better traps if you don't want me here," said Damian, dropping from the ceiling where he'd crawled in on wall-clamps.

"This is my apartment," said Tim. "It's called courtesy."

Damian sniffed. He padded around to Tim's desk and frowns at his cases, then said, with no further lead up, "I need your assistance."

"No," said Tim.

"You did not even listen to my request."

"Don't need to," said Tim. "Answer's still no. Door is that way. Bye."

"Father says mutually assisting each other is beneficial," said Damian.

"Father," said Tim sarcastically, "blamed me for you exploding a glitter bomb in the batcave two weeks ago."

"That is your fault for not being able to provide evidence to the contrary in an appropriately efficient manner," said Damian. He squinted down at Tim. "And he apologized. Eventually."

"I would not have glittered the batcomputer," said Tim. "Do you know how much of a pain in the ass it is to backup those servers? No, because you don't like tech work, you just profit off it."

"Blaming me for Father's mistake," said Damian, "Most mature of you. But we must put our differences aside. I have selected a new family member and I need you to dismantle a government organization."

That drew Tim up short. He blinked down at his ramen as though it might explain Damian's words to him, but the ramen remained disappointingly uninformative. "Repeat that," said Tim, gesturing with his chopsticks. "Slower, and with more detail."

Damian pulled out his phone and sent him an email. Silence surrounded them in the brief moment it took Tim to set aside his chopsticks and open the email. The subject line was titled 'New Baby Brother', which birthed all sorts of horrifying nightmares of Damian Part 2: Demon Child Boogaloo. The teen in the inserted picture, however, was reassuringly not in possession of Damian's bone structure.

He did have black hair and blue eyes. "Who am I looking at?" asked Tim.

"Daniel Fenton," said Damian. "He is fourteen years old, enjoys puns, and has recently awakened 'ghost powers' that allow him to transform into the vigilante Phantom to fight other ghosts."

"Is he also an orphan with a tragic backstory?"

"No," said Damian, and Tim relaxed. "But that will not be an issue. We can share custody if they cannot be removed from the picture."

"Jesus H, kid."

"I am joking, of course," said Damian blandly. "Murder is wrong."

"Ha ha," said Tim. "If he has parents already he's not joining our menagerie."

"He will," said Damian, with a smug upwards tilt of his lips. "He and I have a deal."

"So you're coercing him in addition to stalking him. Anything else you want to share with the class?"

Damian considered this query with a serious frown, which was how Tim knew this was not a flight of fancy or a very early midlife crisis (although with their lifestyle and Damian already having died before...).

"He has," said Damian after a moment, "a rogue that calls himself 'The Master of all Technology' and is a technopath." This was clearly meant to be of interest to Tim, and not to be a stereotype, but it kind of was.

"Great." Tim turned his attention back to the email the demon child sent him. He scanned through it quickly. There was apparently a secret and evil government organization dedicated to the investigation and extermination of 'ghosts' and other paranormal creatures in the world. Their latest efforts were focused on the town of Amity Park, Illinois, which was 'infested with ectoplasmic pests'. Their words, not Damian's. (It was specified in the email.)

"Okay," Tim drummed his fingers against his desk. "Before I help you defeat this secret evil government organization so that," he opened the email attachment with a contract on it and squinted at the legalese, "this poor newbie teen you've harassed into signing this joins the family in exchange."

"I did not harass him," Damian huffed. "It was a gentleman's agreement."

"Does he know that?"

"I am not a politician, Drake. I thoroughly explained the terms and legalities before presenting any contract. Now ask your question."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because," said Damian, tone implying 'you are stupid and haven't noticed something obvious, idiot'. "Father has begun saying he misses the noise around the manor and looking wistfully at old pictures."

"We still live there though?" said Tim. Damian looked flatly at him. "Sometimes."

"If you lived there frequently enough," said Damian, "you would already know Father is having...empty nest syndrome." Damian sounded disgusted. "I refuse to tolerate whatever inadequate and incompetent child he will find."

"So instead you found an incompetent and inadequate child for him?"

"Don't be stupid, Drake," said Damian. "I would not have chosen someone inadequate. Daniel is merely lacking formal training. Father can rectify this. It will keep him occupied for at least the next two to four years, which gives me enough time to find another black-haired, blue-eyed, tolerable child I approve of to be his successor and my second younger sibling." Damian paused. "Or until one of you procreates and gives him a grandchild."

"You're really serious about this," Tim whispered in horrified awe.

"I am serious about everything I do," said Damian. "Now, you will help me defeat this evil government organization so that our new sibling joins us."

"Okay," said Tim, but his mind snagged on a minor, throwaway detail, so utterly in odds with Damian 'Demonic Jealous Child' Al Ghul it surely came from another person - "Did you just call this kid your successor?"

[lynxgriffin]

How does molting season go for eldritch Berdly?

It's going great, don't worry about it!

[mizgnomer]

Lounging Tennant

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[idridian]

watch out for this guy in the labyrinth though <3

guy who is fun-ruiningly pedantic about the differences between a labyrinth and a maze

[morganbritton132]

Love your little Eddie. He sounds like a menace. He is A MENACE TO SOCIETY. love it

Eddie is a menace to society at large and a menace to Hopper at small.

The thing is, Hopper can handle Steve. He is generally polite and stays on the sidewalk. He wouldn’t even be a problem if his neighbors would quit calling the police on a ‘suspicious criminal in the neighborhood.’

But Eddie? He doesn’t even live in Hawkins.

He comes for the summer to stay with Wayne and disappears at the end of August. Then he comes next summer weirder and more unhinged than he was the year before. Hopper can’t acclimate to this kid!

It does not help that he’s Wayne’s boy because Hopper likes Wayne. Hopper’s wife is out of town with their daughter and he’s actually listening to her for once and inviting some guys over to watch a game. He should have expected that - “This is Eddie.”

“We’ve met.”

Eddie gives him this shit-eating grin as Wayne explains that his neighbor was going to watch him but something came up but, “He’s quiet. He’s making a comic book. Maybe he’ll show you it when he’s done.”

Wayne sets Eddie up in the corner with some colored pencils, they crack open a beer, and then there’s a knock at the door that should be Powell but instead -

“Mr. Hopper!” Steve Harrington’s little squeaky voice exclaims in surprise. The kid is sweat-damp and has light scratches on his legs and arms like he was, “-walking in the woods…I’m lost!”

Before Hopper can even say anything, Eddie is marching in front of him like, “Let me handle this. This is boys night. No babies allowed so go away.”

And then he slams the door in Steve’s face which, no. We’re not doing that.

“I thought you were making a comic book so I could read it?” Hopper asked Eddie, trying to shoo him off because he’s about to play fifty questions of ‘who’s supposed to be watching you?’ with Steve and it’s easier without an audience. “Go do that.”

“Do you even know how to read?” Eddie asks. “My daddy says cops can’t read for S-H-I-T. That’s why they’re always tryin’ to get in places they don’t got no warr-ant for.”

Wayne sighs heavily and Steve chimes in before Hopper can even respond like, “My dad says people become cops if they’re too dumb to be lawyers.”

“I believe it.”

Before Hopper can respond to that, Eddie looks in the pocket on his tshirt and frowns, “Uh-oh. Uncle Wayne, I lost my frog!”

And then they spend the next two hours trying to find a goddamn living frog in Hopper’s goddamn house while Eddie Munson explains the lack of thought process he had for putting an alive frog in his pocket.

[overstimulated-autism-creature]

Placebo Meme

[braceletofteeth]

For those of you who might not know, in thai there is an idiom, หมามองเครื่องบิน, which translates as “A dog looking at an airplane”, and means to want something beyond your status/out of your league.

That's most probably what inspired the plot and title of A Dog and A Plane.

[idridian]

where's the lie (and more importantly, where's his dick)

amazing

[calware]

classpect being one of the sburb mechanics that's desperately held onto unlike any of the other mechanics doesn't make a lot of sense to me. i think it makes sense that it sticks around longer than anything else but i feel like the natural progression is for characters to evolve and grow past(above?) it. or at least have it be a much more figurative(?) device than a literal one. i think i once made the comparison that it's an eggshell that they incubate in and eventually hatch out of. acting like it's gotta be this hard and fast thing feels so limiting & against what the rest of the story is about. homestuck isn't a story about sburb mechanics; sburb itself is just a framework for the deeper themes and messages. & when so much of the themes revolve around rejecting assigned roles and being able to grow & change it does not make sense to be bound to the strict boundaries of "x of y" forever. and this is not to say "well in 50 years roxy could lose her void powers or become a thief of time or whatever" roxy is always going to be some degree of "voidy" i just don't see the logic in going "well this is what it means to be a rogue so roxy should act like this" "this is what void means so this is what roxy is going to do here" etc

[latenightsundayblues]

This idea came to me in a dream and it impacted me so violently i had to sit down for a while

Diana being ADAM'S daughter instead of Lawrence's. Financially struggling single father Adam. Trying-his-best father Adam. Can anybody hear me

[questionableadvice]

~ Woods Motor Vehicle Company, 1903

"Carriages, Not Machines"

As a History Geek I've always loved the period of time it takes for language and style to catch up to a new invention. Example: when early automobiles came along, they weren't necessarily viewed as something brand new, but as upgraded carriages. The Woods Company made electric/hybrid vehicles from 1899-1916 and they looked so much like carriages they were even named after them.

Behold the "Brougham" style from 1903 with a driver that looks like he's just waiting for his horses:

If you are also amused by stuff like this you can see an entire catalog of the Woods Electric Carriages over here.

[molathesunfish]

Rodya.... auuuuuuughhhhhhhh

[screwpinecaprice]

Alternate timeline where she didn't meet Steven. I may be exaggerating lmao

Yapping under the cut because I'm waiting on a line rn

Okey, so. Entertaining the thought: An introverted feral kid and a girl who gets a sort of high off adrenaline; but was taught to be polite and proper. You know, all that perfect girl stuff. We would also consider how her empathy level is questionable, based on how she just casually suggested cutting off his arm when it got stuck. (Still not sure if immediately being excited seeing swords is just amazement or 'OOH How convenient!') So perhaps she would learn to understand empathy in a practical (not sure if that's the word I'm looking for) way rather than in an emotional way.

Thankfully she was coaxed out of her shell and she had outlet early on. Also, to have genuinely learned friendship power! 😊

But what if she never got that outlet. 🤔 I mean, she could have gotten out of her shell in a different way. But, like. Imagine if she had to bottle it up all these years. It could go south or she'll be able to manage it because it ain't as bad. Just fun to think about the former.

She would be like: This thing I'm reading is SO morbidly interesting! I wonder what it feels like in a personal level though? Could I do it? Could I do it better now that I have the knowledge of foresight? But what if I still mess up? I can't have a negative record! And the curiosity and the adrenaline just mixes up together. Lol

Haha I'm not really seriously headcanoning that is exactly what's gonna happen. I mean at least not to an intense extent. It's so fun to think about.