#dr on the brain obviously

[toastybugguy]

dude why did ppl hate The End of Hope’s Peak High School sm

[paintedcrows]

Assorted Gravity Falls doodles!

[lokiusmybeloveds]

is this a safe space to say that yuri-fied Stobotnik hits me like a truck every single time I see them

[walkingstackofbooks]

A version of DBIP where Julian coped with his parents' sudden appearance just a little less well and had a minor panic attack... Which Jadzia and Sisko notice and help him through, assuming, however, that it's another (unfortunately-timed) prison-camp flashback, and so they still don't realise how bothered Julian is by his parents' arrival until much later

[agentlove]

i feel like it’s really easy for people to get the impression with my fua stuff that lancaster is my Favorite Character™️ and i do certainly love and think about him a lot and find him the easiest to make stuff for that Appeals To Me because LOOK AT HIM, but the character who is my genuine favorite that i find a lot of comfort in and adore so much that it loops back around to being unable to articulate anything about them is actually love. I cannot express how much i love her.

[ravings-of-a-mad-scientist]

I'm glad to say that science is well on its way to making a real-life Tumbler sexy man Dr. Two Brains.

[whatudottu]

Ever since I talked about a universal language, or at least about common languages used in the interplanetary (though given we have examples from the Andromeda system, it could also be intergalactic) community, I have been contemplating number systems. Not exactly a universal one no, but certainly what the counting systems of some of the smarter species of Ben 10.

And who else none other than the cerebrocrustaceans that I have been headcanoning so much about for the privilege!

I remember watching a video about creating a number system (part of a series about making a conlang because :P) and at the time I had misremembered what the 'best' number system was and thought 'well what if the one thing cerebrocrustaceans and galvans agree on (rivalry or not) is their numbers'. Turns out, it's a hot fucking debate in the numbers community between base 6 (senary/seximal) and base 12 (duodecimal/dozenal), and the video made a compromise for base 16 (hexadecimal).

So instead of like... going based on that, I went with the next step; fingers!

Except... cerebrocrustaceans have uh... less fingers than humans (or even galvans). Sure, maybe if their number system is so low it can actually contribute into a literal billion digit IQ using the power of a base 2 (binary, of course) number system, using the 'on/off' of an open and closed claw to count but- 2 claws, 2 hands, that only counts up to 4. So I thought 'okay, what else would they use to count?' and looked at their teeth, counting from there; it didn't end up working, the tooth count was inconsistent between screenshots even though Brainstorm specifically held the same expression.

Then one day, in the middle of the night, as I was trying to figure out how to count with the babylonian number system (count to 12 on one hand counting the joints of your 4 fingers with your thumb, hold up a finger on the other to signify how many twelves you've counted up to 60);

What if I just give cerebrocrustaceans and extra joint on their claws (which technically they do have based on animation but it isn't shown because animation-friendly) and have they count the fronts and backs of their claw per claw (though I didn't understand the babylonian counting system previous since I kinda combined it with binary which I did know how to count).

Behold! A diagram!

We will address the 69 shaped elephant in the room later.

Let's bring in the close-ups for the discussion!

Including 0 (which would be an open claw in the same way a closed fist for a human is 0) the cerebrocrustacean number system using this diagram ends up being a base 9 (nonary) system, an odd-numbered system that I am not going to get into because I am only using hands as our counting origin. While functionally in decimal (because I practiced counting this way to stress test the system) you can count from 1-80 (each section on the tens claw corresponding to a multiple of 9 ending at 72), but with the fact that you can count up to 8 in each claw in a nonary system, it's actually counting up to the equivalent of 99 with only hands alone. Considering that the limitations of claws is that there isn't a vast landscape to count with, cerebrocrustaceans make do by counting each section of a claw twice, once from it's inner side and another on it's outer side going from, using the tip to count by touching the corresponding number.

The order from 1-8 is counted first in the (typically) right claw by the pollex (the inner claw) on the inner edge of the pincer (the outer claw) from bottom to top. Then the pincer bends to allow for the pollex to reach the outer edge, tapping the top claw then the bottom claw. Then the pincer follows the same steps to the pollex, counting from inside bottom to top, then outside top to bottom. The pincer has a little more reach being the larger of the two claws, but the pollex folds more because it has more mobility.

As a nonary system, there is no 9 and instead the 'nine' in this instance is 10, which is counted in the same order as 1-8 but done in the (typically) left claw, mimicking binary in how it accents the units of the right claw by adding an additional ten relevant to the corresponding claw.

Admittedly I had no rhyme or reason to display these claws in the order that they're in, but if cerebrocrustacean number systems are written in the same way it's counted then technically inside out, right to left, would probably be a pretty cool and also pretty hostile way to convey numbers (hah, reference to heavy out-grouping biases).

The main goal of the claw positions is to make at least an easily distinguishable set of numbers that don't blur (too much) between each other if you kinda look at it from silhouette alone. Not sure how successful I was but it isn't the actual numbers in written form themselves, so it's a different ball-park and more of a visualisation of the dexterity used to count.

And now- gotteem!

A funny thing about making a counting system and like, actually practicing how it feels and how to actually count, is that you sometimes stumble into comedy gold and get a 69 on the decimal 69 (if you twist your hands around to mimic it at least) plus just hitting you with an almost perfect 👌👌just made me want to actually visualise this. Well... I was gonna visualise it anyway since it helps to provide an example on how cerebrocrustacean's count with claws but like- yeagh I don't care that odd-numbered bases are not optimal I'm keeping the nonary system for this joke alone (not actually but it's a bonus)!

Anyway- don't ask me how they do math and have a good time counting to 76!

[dykepaldi]

having a somewhat selfish response to the moffat returning news lmao id basically already accepted that this show has gone to the dogs now but at least there’ll be an episode with writing that i personally enjoy

[earlyspringtranscendence]

watching prodigal son for Reasons (you know why) unfortunately i am simply too hannibalpilled to enjoy this. first episode intruder needs them paralysed so they can feel everything (just like how the red dragon's very first victims on the show were shot in such a way that the woman could still perceive everything) second episode dinner party with a focus on parental structures (just like in 1x04 œuf except the focus is on the mother instead of the father) also snakes in the mouth. think that one's not necessary for me to explain. actually i say all that but i AM enjoying this like it's derivative it feels like a remake but that doesnt necessarily mean i don't like spotting the similarities

[gaymelie]

If you ever come across info that says that people with adhd have developmental delay, especially if it has a nice little graphic it also is basically this.

y'all know that whole left-brained/right-brained thing is fake right? and the "brain fully develops at age 25" thing? and the "we only use 10% of our brains" thing? yeah they're all complete horseshit please yell at anyone who says them

[brain-of-soup]

ughhghgh i dont know how to feel

[smallhatlogan]

Dr Wu put too much housecat dna in the JW dinosaurs that's why they'll keep ditching uneaten prey to hunt some people

[reckless-rider]

Maybe if I bang my head against the wall I can finally get some fucking sleep

[sarahs-secrets2]

domestic ˋ♡ˊ

dr. jack abbot x reader

a little domestic life with jack because he needs some peace in his life!!! (not my gif <3)

wc: 1.5k

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The idea of sleep had come and gone, and you were now accepting the fact that there was no way you were going to be able to sleep until Jack got home. Usually, when he worked nights, you tried to adjust your sleep schedule to be somewhat similar to his, just so you could spend as much time as possible with him. Obviously, there were some expectations to this, like tonight. Jack was called in due to a staffing shortage on his night off. As much as you wanted to be selfish and keep him all to yourself, he went in and promised to take another night off to make up for it. 

Rolling over in your shared bed, your eyes flick over to the glowing numbers on the alarm clock. Jack still wouldn't be home for at least another three hours, if he was able to get away on time, which was rare. It hadn't taken much to pull yourself out of bed; there were too many thoughts running through your brain, and it was making you restless. A solid distraction was needed to take your mind off how early it was and how much you wished Jack were home. 

Your body is on autopilot as you walk into the closet and slip on one of Jack’s hoodies, his cologne lingering around the neckline, enveloping you in the smell. The hoodie brushes your upper thigh, covering your pajama shorts, making you acutely aware of how cold the house is when you're not under the set of blankets draping over your bed. Now, on your side of the closet, you rustle through the drawers trying to find your favorite pair of sweatpants, which are nowhere to be found. As you're about to give up, you see the edge of the fabric just barely peeking out from the hamper. 

It wasn't like you had better things to do, and this was the distraction you were practically begging for to pass the time, so here you were sorting the laundry into piles before the sun had even risen. Your shared bedroom in the early morning light was a blue-grey color with the lamp on the nightstand providing a warm yellow glow, just enough for you to see the laundry in front of you. The repetitive motion of going from the piles to the washer to the dryer had allowed your brain a little break. Before you knew it, the sun had started to ever so slightly peek through the blinds, changing the blue-grey tone to a soft orange glow. 

Jack did not know when he got home if you were awake or not and he assumed it safer to operate under the idea that you were fast asleep, considering the time. Jack, being Jack, was extremely mindful of how he entered the house. Not wanting to make any extra noise, he kept his grip on the door knob tight so the door wouldn't slam behind him as he eased it shut. 

He was well aware that you tried to keep your sleep schedule similar to his, but since this was an unexpected shift, he was surprised to see a light glow coming from the bedroom. He let out a small laugh to himself as he headed down the hall, noticing the sound of the washer and dryer running on his way. You were in your own world, with piles of freshly folded clothes to your left and the laundry basket of clothes from the dryer waiting to be folded on your right, all splayed out on the bed. 

Jack slowly creaked the door open, as tired and worn out as he was, the sight of you there in his hoodie, folding laundry this early in the morning, brought a smile to his face. He leaned against the door frame, just watching you. The ache in his feet that followed him throughout his shift didn't seem to bother him anymore, not here. All the stressors from the past twelve hours had melted away as he watched you blissfully folding clothes, the hoodie you had stolen from him lifting to show your pajama shorts as you reached across the bed to grab another basket of clothes to continue folding. 

“Bit early for laundry,” Jack’s voice was tired, but you could hear the smile on his lips as you turned around to see him leaning against the door frame, still in his black scrubs with his hair looking a bit more disheveled than when he left. 

“Hi,” you smile back at him, letting the shirt in your hands fall to the bed. 

“Hi,” he laughs, pushing himself off the door frame and walking towards you. It doesn't take many steps before his hands are connected to your waist, pulling your body closer to his. Your hands lay flat on his chest as you look up at him. Jack holds eye contact, he doesn't have to say anything for you to know that it was a rough shift. His eyes are heavy with sadness, his shoulders holding the weight of the night, and his grip on your waist is tight like he’s afraid you’ll disappear in front of his very eyes if he isn't careful. 

Your hands snake around his neck, tugging him closer. “I know,” it’s all you have to say for him to pull you into a hug. Jack buries his head in the crook of your neck, breathing you in to anchor himself. Time passes, but you aren't keeping track; your mind is on Jack. Your hand shifts from the back of his neck to cradle his head, your nails slightly scratching through his hair to calm his nerves. You feel him exhale against you, the weight of it all dissolving away. 

Jack pulls back first, his hands shifting back to your waist, still holding you close. “Missed you,” his voice is a whisper as he rests his forehead against yours. 

Your hands fall back to his chest, feeling his heartbeat. “Missed you, too.” 

“I can tell,” he lets out an airy laugh. You pull back just a little to look into his eyes, brow furrowing slightly. “The stress cleaning,” his head nods to the piles of clean laundry, neatly folded on the bed. The bed he was hoping to get some sleep in. 

“I couldn't sleep,” you pop a fake frown, well aware of his teasing. “You should be thanking me for washing your shirts. I was just going to wash my sweatpants, but I figured-”

“Oh, you figured, huh?” Jack smirks back at you. His hands trail down from your waist, sneaking under his stolen hoodie to rest on your ass. You shrug back at him, batting your lashes, enjoying his touch. 

Leaning up a little, you place a kiss on his cheek, “Still not a thank you, but I’ll take it.”

Jack places a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Thank you.”

Warmth blooms in your chest, and you smile up at him. “Go shower,” you lean up slightly, kissing his lips softly, “I’ll put these clothes away, and then we can go to bed.” You can feel Jack holding back his smile through the kiss. 

“You’re not joining me?” His voice is low and playful as he squeezes your ass lightly. 

“Dr. Abbot,” you feign shock, giggling as you push him away slightly. “Shower first,” you point to the bathroom, and his hands go up in a mock surrender as he walks into the bathroom, flicking on the light. 

“Can’t say I didn’t try,” he laughs to himself as he leaves the bathroom door ajar just in case you change your mind.

Jack showers quickly, returning from the bathroom in a plain t-shirt and boxers. A hand runs through his salt and pepper curls as he pulls back the covers, climbing into bed. He’s surprised you're not already there waiting for him. You appear just seconds later with a laundry basket on your hip, more clothes fresh from the dryer. 

“Honey,” Jack offers a tired smile, “C’mon, leave it for later,” he pulls back the covers on your side of the bed, patting the empty spot next to him. It’s such a simple gesture, but it makes your heart leap.

Smiling back, you place the basket in the closet to be dealt with later.“Okay, okay, I’m coming.”

Jack’s eyes are on you the whole time as he shifts back to lean against the headboard. He holds the blanket back as you climb into bed. “There she is,” he says, kissing the top of your head softly, pulling the blanket to cover you. His arm shifts behind you, wrapping around your shoulder and tugging you into his chest. Jack’s careful not to move too much as he reaches over and turns off the lamp on the nightstand. The blackout curtains you made sure to close while Jack showered keep the light from the sunrise out of the room, and the darkness is welcomed now that you’re finally in his arms and able to fall asleep.

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pls be nice, it's been a while since I've written! xx

[vickyvicarious]

I like to picture Mina going through all the same permutations of frustrated attempts at explaining the inconsistencies.

I checked Stoker's original notes where he plotted out the novel's schedule in a planner, and unfortunately, they provide no insight into Seward claiming a week has passed since yesterday's events - the August 19 and 20 entries are dated exactly as he had planned, and there is nothing noted for August 13 a week ago; interestingly, the dates also continue to line up with this year's days of the week for 2023.

[sunstainedpages]

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