#david shear

[wolfshearart]

Earthbound fanart! Its been a while, Tumblr! Im back! Twitter is dying so im here! Lol

[broellielein1981]

Guess who's coming to dinner...😍😍😍

[beansprean]

Thank you for drawing good fat tummies it makes me as a fat person so happy.

yeeEEE!!! <33333 i'm so glad!!! I love drawing squishy tums and relish any opportunity to do so :DD

[randomjreader]

Young Elton John and co. with The Elton John and co. What a group

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

I'm trying not to spend too much time reading about Malthus, or to let it dominate my thinking, but it always comes up in a few places

The "standard" Malthusian model for population growth is exponential. What Malthus really argued for, by the way, was something called "limiting reproduction rate": the idea that a population can only grow exponentially so long as its birth rate is higher than its death rate. When you take this "standard" model and turn it into the exponential model, everything becomes much much simpler:

A population will grow to infinity as long as its growth rate is larger than its death rate,

a population will eventually decline as long as its birth rate is larger than its death rate,

A population with a birth rate of a and a death rate of b has a reproductive limit of (a - b)/(a + b).

You can think of this as a kind of "reproduction potential" -- if a population is growing at a slower rate, eventually it'll hit the limit, and then it can't grow anymore. It can't get smaller after that. It only has a shot at growing again when there's some sort of shock that raises its birth rate.

In this "reproduction limit" model, the Malthusian population principle isn't some special case of this, it is the reproduction limit. So the "standard" model is not really a model, it's "Malthus plus" "limiting reproduction rate"

[sunlightbash]

Okay 🤯

[eltonwizardjohn]

😍🥰

David Furnish, Dec. 15th 2022 on IG

Epic dinner 🚀🍽️

@kit.connor @eltonjohn @dualipa @sebastiancroft

@davidfurnish @jakeshears @thisiswatt @sam_fender @will.gao_

[mannytoodope]

[willstafford]

The Full Bronte

JANE EYRE The Attic Theatre, Stratford upon Avon, Friday 13th September 2024 Catherine Prout’s fresh adaptation of Charlotte Bronte’s novel focuses on action.  All the major events of the story are here and are directed by Alexandra Whitworth at such a lick, the characters have little time for introspection. In the title role is Charlotte Dodd, who introduces her tale quite affably, but from…

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

Pt III good omens but i STILL SOMEHOW haven't watched it (and i'm increasingly passive aggressive)

i'm now basically held hostage adopted as mascot by this fandom. it's fine i'm fine *SIGNALS FOR HELP DESPERATELY*

Alright fuckers I swear this time I'm going to get some shit right. Without further ado, here's my third attempt at a good omens summary:

Everything everywhere is queer all at once

Angel Aziraphale and demon Crowley on earth likey each other

The car is a bentley and it is BLACK not silver and everyone is very upset about this. my bad yall it was reflecting light therefore i guessed more silver than black but I'm not Anish Kapoor take your black.

Then it is yellow, and aziraphale likes it. crowley preferred the black because he's a flamboyant emo.

God is a deadbeat absentee parent and you are all children of divorce.

There's a naked archangel and they cause problems for the husbands somehow. By being naked? By being an archangel? By being at their doorstep? Who knows not me

They were actually married for 6000 years, they just are the last to know about it.

Crowley is on fire. Like, he's slaying for sure, but also he is literally on fire, like Aziraphale's bookstore.

The actors like I said before are Michael Sheen and David Tennant but this is the place where I finally admit that I don't actually know who is whom. I'm going to assume Michael is Aziraphale because Michael sounds angel-y and David is Crowley because uh Michaelangelo made David and was gay for him.

Terry Pratchett is not fictional.

He co-wrote the book with @neil-gaiman, who IS fictional, because he does not have social media. Several of you have assured me that he is in fact a fandom inside joke. I like to think he would be proud of me.

They adopt a preteen and Crowley gives him bad advice.

At some point a baby was delivered to someone and was exchanged for the son of Satan. Idk if the baby is the preteen, or the son of satan is the preteen, or neither. This could be a fanfic, I have no way of differentiating the fanfic from canon on tumblr, except that the canon is weirder.

Crowley does not go down a chute. He goes down a telephone cord after making himself microscopic to pole dance on a pin with shroom-induced backgrounds.

During this his stage name is Disco Tony. Get it king go slay you're making better life choices than I am tbh.

Aziraphale is a biblically accurate angel, and you have all gone to extensive lengths to prove this to me. I understood nothing, but there you go.

It's all very queer, just like the fandom.

Crowley is a retired demon but he still sins by breaking the speed limit.

They eat at fancy restaurants and bicker but like in a sexual undercurrent way.

Crowley gives Aziraphale a private dance that is not a lap dance, it is an apology dance, but not in a kinky way, until it is.

Their haircuts keep changing and range from 'this is acceptable and gay' to 'i let a drunk chimpanzee take gardening shears and a blowtorch to my hair'

It's all ineffably queer my good fellows

Everyone keeps trying to convince me Neil Gaiman is the villain yeah no guys I know it's really you. Y'all be like 'SEASON TWO BROKE ME' and then you're making headcanons to make it sadder yeah I see you mmhm.

There is a final fifteen. It is sad. What is it? No one told me.

The demon turns goats into crows and the angel turns them back and then children are turned into newts (does the angel turn them back? who cares not yall) and the demon was the snake in the Eden garden and everyone's furry game seems to be on point.

There are a rather lot of children. I have not seen them. But I am assured they are there. They are, guys. I assume they were turned into the alcohol Aziraphale and Crowley drink or something.

There was an apocalypse plotline. It was averted. It is not important. You don't talk about plotlines in this fandom, no sir.

Crowley doesn't want to go to heaven. Aziraphale is sad.

The kiss is not nice, just like this fandom. It is queer, just like this fandom. It is sad and desperate and masochistic, just like this fandom.

Aziraphale doesn't want to stay back with Crowley. Crowley is sad.

Season 2 ends. Fandom is sad.

Everyone's sanity is hinging on the promise of a happy ending in season 3. Good luck guys.

Y'all better appreciate this. I can't even boast to my mother about this legacy of mine, hey mum your son has been held hostage kidnapped inducted into a cult adopted by a fandom he's not part of look he's winning at life.

[wolfshearart]

Trashin Fashion! Cute art i did for the fashion show for facebooks character design challenge. I used two sketches i made and used them in tandem with one another!

[waterbottle-full-of-turtles]

Things that helped me when I was a scared queer kid who didn’t know who to turn to or even if I could:

A Hard Rock Cafe t shirt that has a rainbow Freddie mercury on it. I spoke to this T shirt as if it were a direct phone line to the ghost of Freddie himself and I will still talk to this t shirt to this day.

A book called boys keep swinging by Jake shears. The idea that someone else felt how I felt was the single most reassuring thing in my life.

Labyrinth, the movie with David Bowie in it. I think I had a crush on Sarah.

That got me thinking: was there anything that you relied on when you were younger? It doesn’t have to be pride related, just something that made you feel seen and helped you as a person

[casadabiqueira]

Sheep shearing, Snowdonia, Wales

David Hurn, 1997

[skyrigel]

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x reader ( 1k )

Enemies with benefits, get's smutty later.

It's a misty memory, like swirl of silvery glow when you first saw Mattheo, he was nervous and perhaps that was the first and last time you saw him like that, his shy eyes, his nervous steps, his lips perched in a thin line. He was like any other eleven year old, but then something changed the very next moment.

‘ Slytherin ’ the hat roared, barely even brushing his hair and his lazy mouth curved in a smirk that was forever plastered on his face. His jaw hardened, eyes sharpened, brows arched, everything almost changed except the dark glint of that night and the smile that you had engraved forever in your memory.

People chose soulmates, picked lovers but that night, Mattheo Riddle decided one thing, he's going to hate you so much. You were unaware of his intentions until the next day you found a dead spider in your rucksack. If there were any doubt left, then it became crystal clear when he dropped mandrakes crushed roots in your cauldron, eyes locked with you and by the time you could react, the cauldron bursted into thousand orbs.

All grey became white and black when you spent a month worth in detention with sadist Professor Snape, who made you clean every cauldron with bare hand, made you stock all those sticky vile ingredients in glassy jars.

“ Having fun y/n ? ” Mattheo snarled, Draco on his shoulder and Pancy chewing a gum while she checked you out lazily.

You said nothing, you had no energy to, sweat trickled down your forehead, feeling your hands dirty and uniform ragged, you turned away, hurrying to your dorm.

You decided one thing that night, you were going to hate Mattheo Riddle so much.

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The potency of Professor's words didn't quite leave you when you stumbled dreamily in the room of requirments, eyes red with insomnia and stomach lurching with only coffee contents you had the luxury of.

“ You look like shit.” Mattheo didn't look up form his textbook, her hands scripting away the ancient text like it was a David Bowie song.

“ Thankyou.” you said, sitting down and opening the potion essay you were due on, Snape was going to kill you.

“ wait—” you jerked you head at his direction, within seconds you shot a hex, flying at him.

He was quick too, like waiting to be noticed by you, ducking the hex away with a swish of his wand.

“ Good morning to you too.” he joked, you were in no mood for jokes. After what his friends and ofcourse him too, did to Hannah.

“ Fuck off. ” you shot another and another, feeling anger boil inside you. He's so selfish, he's so bratty, he's so blemished, he's so—

“ Stupe—”

“ Expelliarmus! ’’ you screamed, beating him and his wand aflew away, a small sound followed with your breath leveling.

It was victory, you had won at last, but then your eyes met with him, he was staring too hard, not blinking, as he was too still, like he was made up of marble.

The stillness broke when he took a step, you blinked and when you opened your eyes again, all the world dropped dead.

Your back hit the wall with thud, your bones crackling with ache, like swindling out of reality, his arms pinning your shoulder back, breath warm on your skin, tingling.

“ wha—”

“ Shhh.” and you were quiet, it was hard not to, his mouth was too close, he was so close and then he looked up, that glint still there, that smile too— before his lips crashed with yours, setting fireworks off.

You have kissed, you knew how it felt, but this wasn't just kiss, it was shearing, it was breaking, it was trembling and all that gone, it was burning, twisting and coiling like snake inside you, this kiss was the one you could fall asleep and wake up to, painful, sinful, sweet and spicy, it was everything at once.

But that's not excuse, you kissed him back, as hungrily as he kissed you, you were pathetic, he kissed you and you what ?! Just gave in !

“ you...you..” you fumbled between words, lip trembling and you dared not look him in the eyes.

“ No.” Mattheo said, he shaked his hand, groaning inside but then his thumb came up, pressing at the corner of your mouth.

And oh, you felt your insides tighten at the sensation, you hated him, you hated yourself.

“ No ? ” you words came shaky and dazed but you didn't care, was it just a dream ? Did you ever thought about kissing Mattheo ? Was it always there in your subconscious mind ? He bullied you all your life and—

All thoughts melted when his mouth connected with yours again, it was better than the last time, like his mouth knew yours all his life. While the first one was like there's no time, this is it, like storm, this was slow and sweet, like pouring rain, like there were lifetimes waiting for you and him.

And then you found yourself fighting his tongue, his hands were hesitant, resting at the either sides of your face, you had yours thrown up, pressed on the wall, knuckles scrapping against the wood.

And Mattheo was loud, who could have tell that for a boy who walked like feather, all graceful swagger and hard jaw. Merlin, he kissed so good. His body was sending heat waves, like a furnace, his warmth radiated inside your body and each sound that he made low in his chest was enough to release the tension building inside you.

He pulled away, breathing hard but that wasn't the hardest thing about him. You tore your gaze away from his trousers, tenting at his middle, his desire in proof.

“ I...” He sighed, covering his face, flushed and red and that would the second time you saw Mattheo like that.

“ Come here tommorow, same time.” he said, not bothering to look back at you, stumbling footsteps that echoed after him, shy eyes and swollen beaming lips, having a smear of your lip gloss.

Everything was grey, again.

[teethburglar]

Day 12 is eat so I decided that it was the perfect time to talk about how weird frog eating is. Before anything let’s meet our model for today, Leo the Northern Leopard Frog (Lithobates pipiens).

Now Leo, like many leopard frogs, eats flies, crickets, worms, and indulges in a little cannibalism. But let’s ask, how does he eat them? He uses his tongue!

Now that’s not right, one moment

There we go! Frog tongues are attached to the inner lower “lip”, so to shoot out their tongue they just flip it out.

But wait, how does their prey stick to their tongue? While they’re many factors like the softness of it (being the softest biological material ever seen) and the damping (similar to that of a car’s shock absorption) what I find the most interesting is the saliva! Their saliva is non Newtonian, becoming thin when shear force is applied then thickening soon after. In this way when the frog shoots its prey it’s saliva covers it before thickening trapping the prey inside.

Congrats! The prey is now in Leo’s mouth, but now what? While Leo’s backwards tongue is great at catching food it’s less great for swallowing it.

Wait Leo how did you do that? Oh I see they used their eyes!

Yep, in lieu of a tongue many frog species use their eye stalks to push food down their throat! What clever creatures they are. Thank you Leo for your time.

If you want to learn more about how a frog’s tongue works check out this paper by Alexis C. Noel, Hao-Yuan Guo, Mark Mandica and David L. Hu.

And this paper to learn more about how frogs swallow with their eyes by Robert P. Levine, Jenna A. Monroy, and Elizabeth L. Brainerd.

[champion-of-love]

*david attenpage voice* here we observe the pink squad in what is supposed to be their natural habitat before they became invasive species in bars and clubs. briar beauty is ever peacefully napping in her seat. miss cupid is doodling in her notebook. and hopper croakington ii is taking notes for all three of them after he lost the round of boulder parchment shears on who would take notes for the lecture.