#support scientists

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

hero/villain showdown but one of them has a spontaneous medical emergency and the battle gets put on hold while their archnemesis drives them to Urgent Care

[potato-lord-but-not]

put the podcast guys’ boyfriends (and non corporeal besties) in a room together to trauma bond

[inkyrainstorms]

@aroace-get-out-of-my-face a series of events. Fiddleford is so tired. Stanley is laughing bc if he doesn’t laugh he’ll cry. Ford is rage incarnate. This is murder in his eyes

[tickldpnk8]

When I started my career in design, the agency I was at had a lot of pharmaceutical companies as clients. I vividly remember creating support group kit materials for HER2+ breast cancer patients who formed their own support groups. HER2+ breast cancer was a death sentence: an aggressive form of cancer that many women didn’t survive. Our toolkit was in support of clinical trials for Herceptin. I still remember some of the interviews we did with these women as a part of the toolkit, and I keep a copy of it in my desk. (It was a small folio)

In the late 90s, only about 7-10 yrs before this project, I had lost an aunt to breast cancer. I’ll never know if her cancer was HER2-positive, but it was aggressive. Fast forward to today. In the past few years, my own mother was diagnosed with HER2-positive breast cancer. They caught it early, and thanks to Herceptin, she’s cancer free and thriving. In just 15-20 yrs, the prognosis for this cancer has completely turned around.

What treatments are we going to be missing in the next 10 years?

[eyecosahedron]

Do you think that the Taako from TV epithet came from him having a literal modern day tv show on the original plane- rather than his travelling show in faerun- and, if so, did the world watch as this cooking personality was sent on the most signification scientific mission of their generation. What is even the media response to that? Like, they sent Gordon Ramsey and his identical twin sister to space, and then the apocalypse happened. wtf

[cowboycannibalism]

one of the things that annoys me so bad right now is seeing letterboxd reviews about Lisa Frankenstein being like "she's such a horrible character", "those people didn't deserve to be killed" blah blah blah

SHUT UP

it's a horror romance!! a girl keeps a reanimated dead guy in her closet and falls in love with him! what did you think was going to happen? it's SUPPOSED to be fucked up and weird and that's part of its charm. quit being boring, let female characters (esp in horror) be messy and chaotic and morally gray.

[kasztanek86]

Oh his sweet, beautiful, perfect, adorable, amazing, lovable, never-done-anything-wrong, so smart, perfect, perfect, perfect, Carlos

[signedjehanne]

people on tumblr will literally post things like “you have to eat vegetables and expand your palate i dont care if you are a picky eater because of autism (if i can overcome it you can too)” and everybody will reblog it being like “yes this is true for everybody no matter what” and think its okay. like sorry but that wont work for everyone and there is no one size fits all and some people will never be able to eat these things no matter how hard they try. im only allowed by my doctors to eat recreationally and not for nutrition, because my ARFID is so severe that i get my nutrition solely from a specially made formula drink. your suggestions of “try vegetables roasted!” or “try them in soup!” and assurances of “i did it, you can too!” don’t work for those of us with more severe mental illnesses and disabilities. stop tying a person’s worth to their diet and stop assuming everybody has the ability to do what you can.

[kokii-omii]

If you had to pick one of your OCs for an overblot storyline which one would it and why (doesn't has to be Canon to them I just think coming up with overblot storylines are fun)

funny you ask because i only have one oc in mind and that's definitely Ezmond,

(im gonna ramble a bit here)

he's very ambitious, a genius in potion making, and wants to be the one at the top, he's always wanted to be possibly the best potion maker in existence.

He also wanted to be the best because it was a dream his grandfather used to have, so he's gonna go accomplish it in his place, but he's running out of time, he doesn't know if his grandfather will be there to see him fulfill his dream.

to add more fuel to the fire, the reason his grandfather couldn't fulfill his own dream was because he was the advisor to the former Prince and thus had to abandon his dreams to care for the prince instead.

and Ezmond who is told that he will be the current prince's advisor (aka a glorified babysitter) in the near future, and everyone tells him that he'll have a bright future as the prince's advisor.

so he just breaks down and overblots

(I'll draw this out soon enough tho)

[microvibing]

Mmmmmm Avrille<3

[threepandas]

Bad End: Witness

"Specimen '873 is starting to disappoint me. He was showing such promise. These numbers, however?" My keeper muttered to himself, distaste painting his face as he watched the feed in front of him. "Unacceptable for a battle class. He might as well be spare biomass at this point."

He was supposed to be wearing his glasses, not holding them. They may have been called "reading" glasses? But they were not, technically, just for that. They also had a blue light filter. Helped with headaches and eyestrain. He just hated wearing them because he thought they made him look old.

A God Forbid ANYTHING remind him of the passage of time.

He did NOT take it kindly.

I managed to avoid THAT landmine by virtue of having witnessed his receiving them. An "incident" that resulted in his head slamming against a screen. Protocol demanded he get checked. In the process, they discovered his eye sight was declining. It was a... bad day. I brought him things to break and stayed very, very quiet.

He bounced back fairly quickly, though. Once the arrogant researcher who had arranged for the incident to even OCCUR? Tried to come lord his "weakened old man" status over him. It was one thing to "accidently" let the battle class get unfettered access to weapons before loyalty train. But to be dumb enough to step into his lab, call him weak, and gloat about it?

Dr. Raghnall Periculum was many things.

But "unwilling to bludgeon a man to death with the nearest object" was not one of them.

He was dangerous like that. Murderous. It came and went like shifting storms, all you could really do was learn to read the triggers. Get good at knowing when to back up. When to hold really, REALLY still. After all... this was a lawless, immoral place. No one here could or WOULD stop him.

They were all just as bad.

Gritty Sci-Fi Otome games are... a lot less fun to LIVE. To be honest? They are actually pretty horrifying. Traumatizing, really. Hellish. As in, I am pretty sure this is a futuristic version Of Hell (but that is a personal opinion). I regret EVER playing a single damn one. But... BUT? I CLING to the knowledge I gained from it. So I can not regret it completely. Because through them? Through KNOWING this world?

I KNOW this will end. KNOW we will be free. That these monsters will pay for what they've done. The epilog promises a golden age. A beautiful, peaceful dawn after this long and terrible night, filled with horrors. I just... I just have to survive. Hold on. Keep my head down and pray.

I may be trapped in hell, but I'm not broken.

We will be Free.

I have SEEN IT.

Sometimes the greatest defiance is just refusing to die. Just keeping hope alive. I... I can do that. May not be able to fight my way out. Not smart enough to hack or sabotage these nightmares. But I can stay alive. I... I can do that. Bear witness, that someday I may stand against them in trial. Record. So no one is forgotten.

It doesn't feel like enough. I feel tired and angry. Hateful and small. But for the sake of my sanity? I make myself feel nothing. Compartmentalize. I've... I've become unfortunately quite good at it. Good at a lot of terrible things. Like placating. Making myself small. Being invisible. A retail smile. Being one with the furniture.

See, just like the poor souls on the screens in front of him? I'm a Clone. Of who? I have no idea. None of us do. They use old DNA databases. From when it was first commercially available, I think. Like those ancestry tests. Here it was squirrelled away, kept for later use. Which... was us.

My template has been dead for centuries, I think. Or perhaps? She would have considered herself my mother? I hope she would have, strange as I turned out to be. We are all children of the dead. It'd be nice to think they'd have wanted us.

Dr. Periculum's cup lifts lightly as he take a drink, more focused on his work then anything else. That heft is about midway point. I've discovered if I begin brewing now, it will be done by the time his cup is empty and he wants more. A glance at the closest screen gives me the time. Food too, is a good idea.

He likely won't eat it. But if it's there? The chances are higher. And when he comes out of his focus, it'll be available. Less chance of him getting irritated by hunger.

On a well practiced route through piles of notes and projects I know better then to touch, I quietly make my way to the coffee machine. Begin another round of abomination the caffeine tar. It is, quite honestly, a wonder he hasn't accused me of trying to poison him to a heart attack.

A few granules of salt, a bit of cinnamon, some expensive fatty creamer, aaaand? There. Unholy bitterness gone. "Just" a cup of liquid tar so potent it could make a rhino taste time.

I also grab one of the meat pies and put it on a little paper plate.

Ah... what has my life become? That I am so well practiced in make snacks for a monster? Picking them up, I don't dare answer that. That way lies madness. Don't think about it. It can wash out in therapy. After. Because there WILL be an After. There HAS to be an After.

Careful steps and...? Just as I estimated. He just ran out. I nearly silently tap the paper plate down to the edge of the table then slide it forward, with-in ease of reach, but not too close. Then I swap the cups. Go to step away. Only to freeze. As, out of the corner of my eye, I see one of his hands briefly leave his keyboard to make a nearly dismissive "one moment" gesture.

Stay put. Don't move. I'll address you when I'm done with my, more important, thoughts. I feel the flash of fear, of panic, but let it go. There is nothing I can do. I will be hurt or I won't be hurt. There is no use suffering twice, through speculation and fear, I remind myself. Force my mind empty and pleasant. Retail smile. Happy to serve.

He finishes. Leans back, dissatisfied with some project or other, and finally slips on his glasses. Gestures imperiously for the cup in my hands. I do not question of course, merely hand it to him. He takes it, passes it to his other hand, and sets it aside. Then, casually, leans slightly over and wraps a thickly muscled arm around my waist. Dragging me off my feet and into his lap.

"You know, girl? B-21873 really was, actually quite promising. I was starting to think I'd keep him. Decent speed, good stamina, excellent problem solving. His test scoring was exceeding all expectations. Really thought I might have gotten you a little friend to play with. A gaurd so I could send you out on some chores safely. But no, he just HAD to be a failure." He said, leaning forward to grab his cup.

I was crushed awkwardly close. Could feel every moment. Acutely aware of his woody and sea air cologne, the coffee on his breath as words were spoken far to close, the beating of a heartbeat I could feel against my arm. Hyper aware of him. Why was I in his lap? This felt dangerous. I should not be in his lap.

Between sips, he turned his head and pressed his lips to my temple, not kissing... somehow worse. Just... just breathing me in. Slow, deliberate, and deep. Like savoring a scent, a sensation. The subtle back and forth, as though rubbing his lips against my hair. Enjoying the feeling against sensitive skin. It could almost be a cuddle on any other man. It took everything I had not to shudder.

"Unlike you of course. You pet, could never disappoint me. If these rejects tried even half as hard as my perfect darling girl? The world'd be a better place." He paused his almost nuzzling. To simply rest his head against mine, pulling off his glasses so he could tuck his head closer. His breathe was hot against my ear. His voice gravel and distain as it spoke of others.

"It's disgusting. Like they don't even try. We spend countless resources breeding, feeding, and training them... for what? Failure? I'm starting to think those bastards are deliberately sending me bad specimens."

Every word he said was horrifying. I could not cry. Dare not. But my heart screamed for those poor souls. They were just kids. Trapped in hell. Tortured from birth. Disposed of when they no longer met some arbitrarily impossible anime standard. If I turned my head, even slightly, I KNEW, I would be faced with screens of untold suffering. Feeds of "testing". So called training. Autopsy reports and datapoints.

Lists of who... who had been deemed "not good enough".

Who were scheduled to become "recycled biomass".

But if I looked? I would weep for them. And that? That was dangerous right now. Right NOW? I had to be pleasant company. A child's doll to be dragged around. No thoughts, no differing opinions. Preferably no opinions at ALL. Just warm and huggable. Soft. A beloved pet who serves coffee and brings things when told. Endure. I just... I must simply ENDURE.

The night will end. Dawn will come. Believe in her.

J-Just empty your head... and Believe In Her.

An alert pops up. I can hear it on a screen somewhere behind me. Dr. Periculum turns his head to look, reaching for his snack. Freezes. Then, a sharp bark of laughter. It's violent, like the strike of a lightning bolt, jostling me. The ones that follow just as harsh. He's not a man that laughs often. And it's not a kind sound.

Filled with schadenfreude, his laughter is like the vicious barks of hunting hounds. The shots of a weapon. A short and harsh to the ears sound, over and over. Delight in the suffering of an enemy. The fall of a rival. It strikes through his body like seizures. Making him lean forward to read. Brace against the desk, tighten his grip around me, widen the brace of his legs.

Glancing up, his eyes are alight with manic glee. His grin is vicious.

He looks Feral.

"Well, well, WELL! What do we have HERE?! Is that Jack ANDERSON'S facility I see? Mr. 'Master of the genome' himself? Looks like SOMEONE got AHEAD of themselves! Ha!" Raghnall cackles spinning his chair so I can see the screen. Leaning back to grab his cup and toast with it. "Look what we have here, pet! Some fucking KARMA! I knew that little shit wasn't worth the paper his degree was printed on! See this? THIS is what happens when you can't control your own damn compound!"

"Rest in PIECES, you worthless little SHIT!"

I sat. Frozen. As Dr. Periculum laughed and laughed, his mood viciously pleased. Because... because I recognized that facility. Chapter Two. There was an animation that played. The... the BREAKOUT! Joy filled me. Like the first rays of dawn. That was HER. S-she was OUT! Free! She DID it! Oh god... oh god she was COMING! It had finally BEGUN!

I caught myself. Barely.

My eyes felt a bit wet so I disguised it with a fake yawn. I dare not show empathy. NEVER show empathy. Keep it guarded like diamonds in your chest. If he thought, for even a moment, that I empathized with anyone but him. CARED about anyone but him? They wouldn't last the hour.

And it would be the longest, cruelest, hour in existence, as they died.

You make that sort of mistake exactly ONCE.

"Ah~ todays a GOOD day. And you know what we should do?" He hummed, nearly a coo as he spun us almost lazily around on his chair. In whimsical circles like a bored child. "We should celebrate. Ding dong, the fuckers dead~ HA HA! Not to mention? It's been entirely too long, pet, since I've spoiled you rotten. We should get a cake, hmm? You want a cake? Lil treat? Sweet lil treat for my girl?"

"I could get you that new dress I've been looking at. Bet you'll look like a classy lil princess, won't that be nice? Can even make it match the trackers I'm finishing up! No more uncomfy collars when we go out! Just pretty lil bracelets, ain't that nice?"

I force myself to smile. Nod. Ignore the fear and anger, the humiliation and helplessness. It's not time yet. Bid your time. You will LOSE your chance for True Freedom if you give in to your anger. Your hurt. Patience, THEN strike. Remember! Chapter two! There are FIVE.

It is COMING.

He stopped spinning, planting his feet on the floor. His manic grin softening. No less unhinged, less full of teeth, but perhaps the closest a man like him could come to loving. His eyes obsessive as the roam my face. Cataloging everything.

"You know, pet? You really might be might greatest creation. Best thing I've ever made or done. Anyone wants you? They'd have to pry you from my cold, dead hands. I'd burn EVERYTHING down. Kill just about EVERYONE." His voice was the sort of whispered confession meant for churches, not the heart of this hell he had built. It felt unholy. Dangerous.

Exactly like him.

"Once I figure how to take humanity to it's next stage? Reverse aging? Heck, even stop it. I promise, pet. Gonna take you with me. You're coming along for the ride. Straight to the end. Heat death of the universe. Well become GODS, pet. Live forever and a day. Bet you can't wait, huh?"

"Don't worry. The futures going be BEAUTIFUL. Just you wait."

[clouvu]

Touchy

[potato-lord-but-not]

The podcast protagonist boyfriend hangout is evolving to include Scientists™ and transgender allegories

[sillygoofyqueer]

Nose is blocked, but vibes are ON POINT. Ladies and Gentlemen, Freaks and Icons, I've been doing absolutely nothing I'm supposed to be doing right now. In fact, I made an entire DnD character instead! (You can totally ask me about him I love them so much). Anyway, mad scientist AU let's GOOOOO!!! The only way The Lads managed to separate Wei Ying from A-Yuan was by basically just letting him stay right behind Wen Qing as she worked to do a check up on the little baby, those dark grey eyes filled with wild panic from the moment A-Yuan was removed from his arms. Luckily, Wen Qing works fast and soon A-Yuan is cuddled into Wei Ying's arms once again, latched onto him like how a baby monkey clings to its mama. He's malnourished and has a burn on his shoulder, but his mother had protected her with her body, meaning he only has those injuries. Wei Ying is sat up in the corner of his bed, silently listening to the third round of cleansing that Lan Zhan is playing to help clear more resentful energy from his system and basically only focused on the little guy in his arms, watching as A-Yuan dozes off to the melody. He's a little more relaxed now that he's basically alone with the child, and Lan Zhan isn't trying to make him talk either.

It seems that Lan Zhan too was waiting for A-Yuan to drift off, because the moment the baby's breaths even out and he falls asleep, Cleansing trails off and the other boy moves to pack away Wangji. There's this sudden, deep-seated panic in Wei Ying's chest at the thought of Lan Zhan leaving when there's so many different dangers that yes he could protect himself from, but Wei Ying wants to be able to keep him safe as well!! He wants to reach out, but he doesn't want to wake A-Yuan up, so all that can really escape him is a sound of distress as he watches Lan Zhan turn away to leave. Of course, the other boy hears it and immediately pauses, turning right back around to stare at Wei Ying and ask, very quietly, "would you like me to stay?" A desperate nod is all it takes to get Lan Zhan wandering back over and kneeling down beside the bed, not saying anything.

They're basically silent, even as Wei Ying ever-so-carefully adjusts his grip on A-Yuan so he has one arm free (he's used to doing very intricate procedures on dead bodies, this is easy for him to do) and then tugs at the other teenager's sleeve until he gets the hint and awkwardly clambering onto the bed. Lan Zhan isn't actually sure if that's what Wei Ying wanted from him, but then the boy is curling into his side and all thoughts of asking for clarification leave his mind, instead just wrapping an arm around him and offering that silent comfort again. It takes a while, but eventually he begins to feel the slight trembling of the teenager pressed against him, the quiet hitching of breath and the way Wei Ying's shoulders curl inwards as he begins to fall apart after so long of feeling detached from his body.

It's like everything has hit him at once - he's still wearing the robes smeared with the blood of his family, he found them abandoned and left in a pile like they were rubbish, he buried each and every one of them, he hadn't even been able to comfort Wen Ning. He's sobbing without making a single sound, free hand covering his face and body turning further into Lan Zhan's side. Admittedly, Lan Zhan doesn't know how to comfort people very well, so he just copies what his gege always did for him (even when he wasn't crying), and lets one of his hand attempt to stroke through the mess that is the boy's hair. That doesn't go as planned, so he instead starts rubbing Wei Ying's back, hoping to soothe him even though he feels truly useless at these things. "It's not your fault," he whispers, and it just sends Wei Ying into another round of tears. He panics, tightening his grip to try and pull him closer.

It feels like it is Wei Ying's fault. He feels like his family, A-Yuan's parents, all died because of him. He is no better than Wen Ruohan. But then there's Lan Zhan - kind, honest, good Lan Zhan - comforting him despite the blood on his robes, on his hands, in his hair, all markers of what he is. He's a complete monster, and yet the perfect, pious boy from the Lan sect, someone who hates and eradicates evil, is holding him like he is a human. Such a tight hold, as though he's trying to meld their bodies together despite the evil that resides within his heart. How can someone who is literally named as a light bringer look upon such a creature and not react with hatred and disgust? It makes no sense to him, but it makes him want to cling on tighter, not wanting to let go of this impossible chance that he's been given by some kind-hearted deity from above.

Lan Xichen goes looking for his didi when he doesn't show up for their daily dinner together - however, he doesn't wish to disturb the Wens when they've obviously suffered an honestly unimaginable pain. Of course, he doesn't know exactly what's happened, but context implies that it is possibly the most devastating pain that anyone could deal with, especially teenagers like these guys. When he finally leaves his tent to go looking for his didi, he almost immediately gets waylaid by a the sounds of sniffling behind a nearby tent that nobody else seems to notice with the general din of the war camp. Usually, he would ignore it, not wanting to embarrass anyone who may need to get an emotion out of their system alone, but it sounds so young. Whoever is crying is not very old at all, and Lan Xichen cannot let a poor child be left alone when they're obviously feeling upset!

He quietly approaches where the sound is coming from, not wanting to startle whoever it may be, and peers around the side of the tent to find - oh? Xue Yang is sitting upon the ground, knees pressed against his chest and face tucked into his knees, shoulders shaking as these visceral sobs escape him. It's moments like this that truly remind Lan Xichen that the boy is just that - a boy. He shouldn't be anywhere near places like this, and yet nobody has questioned his right to just wander around camp, as though he is even close to the same age as the rest of them. "Xue Yang?" He says softly, not reacting when the child's head snaps up and a snarled "fuck off!" greets him, instead only taking another step closer as he rifles through his qiankun sleeve. He pulls out a handkerchief and offers it to the young boy with a gentle smile, quickly kneeling so that he isn't looming over him.

Xue Yang glares at him through red-rimmed eyes; tears are still dripping down his already stained face, his cheeks bright red and eyes glassy in a way that only seems to highlight his youth. "Do you not know the meaning of fuck off?" Is what comes out of his mouth, but its bite is lost with the warbled, sniffling way it comes out as he reaches out and snatches the handkerchief from Lan Xichen's hand. Lan Xichen just smiles, shifting to sit beside the boy and mirroring his position without any care for the mud being picked up on his white robes. "Not if it means leaving someone alone while they're upset." The child scoffs, but there's no more attempt to make him leave, so he takes that as a win as he watches the boy wipe aggressively at his face despite the tears still pouring down his cheeks.

Lan Xichen gives him time to try and compose himself, before he asks why Xue Yang isn't with the other Wens - surely it's better to be together at a time like this? He had been able to mourn his mother with his shifu there to comfort him, but he had been all alone when his father - Meng Yao was unfortunately not the best comfort in such situations. Xue Yang's face contorts to one of bitterness as he shoves his face into his arms, muttering that "they have each other. Wei-gege has Lan Wangji, too." Lan Xichen is pretty sure that is not how it would be seen by the other Wens, but he doesn't wish to undermine how Xue Yang is feeling, so he just says "I'm sure they don't see it like that. Even so, you are always welcome to come to me." The child is quiet, but then there's a soft "whatever" that leaves his lips, and Lan Xichen is certain that's a good sign.

[a-wolf-at-the-door]

Started rewatching Fringe and just… Walter Bishop is THE old man of all time.

Aggressively (and Correctly) ships his son with their coworker

Frequently reminds them about the importance of safe sex well before they begin a relationship

Can’t remember shit but also remembers every hot woman he’s ever met and can describe their breasts

Makes puns about alternate universe doppelgangers

Keeps a cow in his lab mostly just for vibes

Can’t ever remember poor Astrid’s name and calls her the most incredible series of alternate names

Was institutionalized for nearly two decades

Loves Bach

Regularly drops a fuckton of acid

Regularly gives a fuckton of acid to his coworkers for Science

Used to do a fuckton of unethical experiments on humans, including and especially on children

Used to electroshock his own son’s brain with a car battery when he was a kid

Loved said son so much he broke universes and timelines to save him (repeatedly)

Gives absolutely zero (0) fucks about the bounds of society or, you know, reality

Has random food cravings constantly

I adore him…

[ki1ldeer]

Liam doesn’t make a very good research assistant I won’t lie