#the original science kid

[therealnotta]

ok i thought about it and actually, the wildest thing in the wizard of oz series (to me) was when the tin man, scarecrow, and A Random Child whose name I can't remember all went to find the tin man's ex. and they stop at tin man's buddy's house, to see if he knows where said ex is these days, and buddy isn't there, so they go inside to wait for him

and the house???? is full of severed body parts?????? just everywhere, they're in a barrel by the door, they're on the table, just chunks of clearly human flesh and a mess of limbs and whatnot, tin man thinks this is fine, scarecrow is really creeped out, scarecrow opens a cabinet and finds a severed human head

tin man runs on over and is like "what the f- oh that's me lol" and it's??? HIS old severed head??? so the scarecrow is just barely recovered from this, tin man is explaining the situation of how he became tin again, etc. etc.

and then the eyes open

and long story short the tin man's soul transferred to his new tin body, but it takes more than having your soul removed to kill you in oz... so his old body is still alive, but without its memories and completely confused and disoriented

the friend comes back and casually mentions how it took a bit for the transferring to finish, and after that the head just didn't remember anything. that means there was a bit there where this head DID have all of the tin man's memories still, and as far as he knew his friend had just left him without a body in a cabinet, unable to move, while the rest of his body just... walked off without him. literally horrific and the tin man is just like "haha! how quirky!" and honestly it's not the worst thing to have happened to him so i can't fault him for that but like. i'd be a little worried if one of my oldest friends told me that they'd totally leave me in a cabinet while my soul slowly left my body and wouldn't even feel bad.

[biologist4ever]

[tookishcombeferre]

Perhaps Love

"If I should live forever, and all my dreams come true/ My memories of love will be of you" - Perhaps Love, John Denver and Plácido Domingo

What is magic really?

For time out of mind, monsters have been studying the nature of magic. Truly, all Soul Studies are simply a lens through which to study what comprises magic - love, hope, joy, and compassion. Though, as humans have shown them, that is not all that exists within a SOUL.

For as long as Mettaton can remember, those questions were purely the domain of those educated at the university. They were boring questions that he occasionally pondered when he had nothing better to do than stare at the ceiling.

Yet, the Surface is not the place of answered wishes that Mettaton, Alphys, Undyne, Papyrus, or any monster dreamed. Instead, it is filled with hostile humans, accidental miscommunications, and crushed dreams.

Though, maybe, there is still love to be found on the Surface in romance, adoption, or found family of all kinds. Who could ever hope to tell?

(Very Papyton and Alphyne heavy in regards to ships. All major characters make varying degrees of appearance. Seeing as this story takes place on the Surface, there are also some human OCs for flavor.)

[carrotkicks]

I know that N is a lying liar who lies but between him claim that Chuuya is the clone and Rimbaud and Verlaine taking the « clone » out I’m starting to think that might have been a switch up at some point. Like one day after experiencing on the two of them N asked Timmy the intern to but them back in their tank but fucking Timmy mixed them up (it was his first day as an evil scientist 😔) and now no one knows which one is the original

Well the Chuuya we know is this original, and the one who died was that clone. Rimbaud and Verlaine thought they were taking an artificial life form when they kidnapped chuuya when they actualy took the original.

There probably WAS a mix up bc N sure as hell didn't want the original to be taken but thats what happened. Hence why he was perfectly fine with killing the clone when Chuuya made his way back to the lab, because he got the real genetic data back and no longer needs the faulty copy he made.

N purposely did muddy the water on whether or not chuuya truly was human a lot though. I'm assuming to demotivate him into submission(?)

[martyrbat]

im so considerate.... (<- guy not ranting about a thing it hates before its friend is done with the media)

[optimistictalia]

ALRIGHT, the profiles are done! I will be uploading them individually and then altogether at the end. (for a reason: I’m experimenting and trying to see which designs seem to appeal more).

Say hello to our head bitch WENDY!!!!!!! Check out her playlist (and everyone else’s are public on my Spotify profile as well)

transcript under read more for those who might have trouble reading my handwriting:

WENDY STARK BANNER

23 . She/Her

The Leader, Oldest, and The Techie One

- Started THE ONE HIT WONDERS to spite Tony.

- Considers The Rogers as Family (spent lots of time with them to avoid her overbearing father).

- Healthy relationship and closer to Bruce.

- Happiest memories were nights tinkering in the lab with her dads and PETER (her brother from another mother!).

[doctorbrown]

DOCTOBER '23 ⸺ 「 31 / 31 * FINALE | HEART 」

March 8, 1929

Whenever Erhardt was at the courthouse, if Emmett wasn't in his room, pouring over works that would make his father red-faced and angry, he could be found with a pillow propped up against the grandfather clock in the living room, leaning back and reading whatever caught his eye this time.

It had become a pattern over the years, one Sarah had learned quite quickly after the first two times wondering where her son had run off to when he wasn't anywhere to be found in his room. Emmett was at his most comfortable when his father wasn't at home—and she couldn't blame him for that, despite how she'd tried to soften the tension between her husband and her child—and he didn't hesitate to take full advantage of the house when it was open to him.

Sarah quirks a brow upon seeing the book clutched in Emmett's hands. ❝Are you reading one of my science-fiction novels again?❞

❝Father isn't home to yell at me for wasting my time reading this worthless trash.❞ He puts on his best impression of his father as he can, mimicking the gruffness of his voice and the accent he'd yet to lose even after nearly twenty years here. ❝He wouldn't even listen to me when I told them they were educational, because they were about science.❞

Sometimes, his parents seem like fire and ice compared to each other, opposites in every way eternally fated to clash, especially where their interests are concerned; there are days he simply can't understand how they get along.

❝I found this hidden in your library.❞ He holds up the copy of A Voyage to Arcturus he'd swiped, knowing he won't be reproached for his choice in reading material. Finally, he looks away from the book, and Emmett purses his lips, studying his mother's done-up hair and full state of dress, coming to the conclusion she must be going out again for some of the day's chores.

He wonders if this time, he'll be forced to go along.

❝You know your father usually gets home around five,❞ she says, prompting Emmett to lift his head as high as he can to see the hands of the grandfather clock above him, ❝so be cautious how long you spend out here, dear.❞ The time currently reads 11:00 exactly and he frowns.

❝Is Father ever going to get our grandfather clock repaired? It has been broken for weeks and I really liked the hourly chimes.❞

❝He said he sent out for a repairman, but that was two weeks ago and I've heard nothing since. At this rate, I don't know when it'll be repaired. I'll bring it up to him tonight at dinner. Speaking of—Emmett, I'm going out to pick up some groceries. I trust you'll behave for a few hours while I'm out?❞

Emmett nods and with a quick goodbye, Sarah closes the door behind her, leaving him alone.

The book in his hands no longer holds his interest. Now that they've brought it up, all he can think about is the broken clock, whose mechanical songs have been sorely missed over the past few weeks. The clock had always been a constant, a comfort, a staple in the house as far back as he can remember, and he'd found himself on more than one occasion peering into the glass, watching the pendulum swing and the weights dance with their precise, rhythmic grace.

It was as close to watching time live and breathe as he could get and it had captivated him, as did the smaller clocks set up in the house.

Just a few months ago, he'd disassembled the small bedside clock in his room to see how it worked and had managed to put it back together without either of his parents figuring out.

If he could do that, surely he could fix this one, his favourite clock in the entire house.

His father clearly didn't see the importance of having it operational again—that, or he simply didn't care—and he could already imagine how the conversation at dinner would go. Poorly. And the clock would remain broken for another several weeks.

If he didn't, nobody else would.

Emmett checks to make sure his mother really has left before he hurries to the storage room to dig out the toolbox he'd seen his father use several times.

It's heavier than he remembers, but his mind is made up and nothing is going to get in the way of his goal, even if he has to drag the box the rest of the way towards the house.

As he peers inside the glass, he starts to take stock of all the pieces within, studying each of them carefully as if the answer will suddenly leap out at him. There could be any number of things that silenced the clock and as far as he's concerned, the best solution is to start carefully removing pieces until he can pinpoint the culprit.

For a moment, the task feels gargantuan, what with all the sprawling, delicate clockwork, but he's got his wits, his determination, and his trusty toolbox, so as he stands on his toes, reminding himself to be slow and cautious, it starts to feel more doable.

I should start from the top down.

The side door only takes a little wiggling to get loose and Emmett marvels at the first real look he's ever gotten at the movement, glittering gold in its wooden case. His eyes widen at the mechanical marvel twisting before him and he finds it even more appealing than the ornate carvings inlaid into the dark cabinet.

The front door swings open easily and Emmett's touch is almost featherlight as he pulls the hands off the movement. The clock face looks unsettling without the hands there, almost like it's naked, and he frowns as he sticks the hands in his pockets for safekeeping.

Everything has to come out in order for him to properly inspect it, but the question now becomes how. How does he remove the movement without further damaging what he's trying to repair?

Emmett sticks his head through the open side panel again and lets out an excited aha! when he spots the latches holding the face of the clock in place. A firm push knocks it free and sends the face clattering to the ground. He winces at the sound, but a quick inspection reveals no new damage—nothing has snapped off or bent or broken, so he must still be okay.

The relief he feels at that is short-lived when he realises he has no idea what to do next.

He presses his lips together in thought and reaches back through time to try and feel around the different pieces of the machine. This is all just another puzzle, one created by someone who may understand time better than him, but he has science on his side, and if he follows the cables and pulleys back to their origin point, where they connect must be the problem.

A broken gear, perhaps, or a bent hammer, or something has gotten knocked out of place.

When he tries to pull at the movement again, it remains stubbornly locked in place, and so he drops his focus down to the weights dangling lifelessly at the end of their golden ropes.

Those, too, clatter to the ground in perfect synchronisation with the loud yelp of surprise he lets out.

The rest of the pieces follow unceremoniously after, one-by-one until he's left cradling the silent heart of the clock in his hands.

Emmett turns it over in his hands, scrutinising it from corner-to-corner to try and spot anything that screams this, this is the problem!

❝Emmett Lathrop Brown!❞ That cold, booming voice strikes fear straight into his chest and Emmett immediately freezes, clutching the clock's heart to his chest like a shield. He's sitting in the centre of the half-circle of dismembered clock parts and no amount of trying to talk his way out of this one is going to make him look any less guilty than he is.

His father's anger could level the house. He can feel it, a thousand white-hot blades digging into his skin, even from across the room.

He tries to look up at the clock above him, but instead of helping him, it screams accusations.

❝Y-Yes, Father?❞

[randomthunk]

Finishing up 2022 with my first go at a drawing of Jonah, the Third Host and all around adorkable guy. 

[mittenscatgod]

i think my fav part of writing about Qis the fact that every now and again i sprinkle in my headcanon of him really enjoying spending time with and educating children. It's something i think he picked up from his grandfather inspiring him and his own profession, and him working so hard to make his childhood creative dreams real is a part of it. Ever since i saw the book subscription list on his bedroom wall that has a parenting book on it, even if its not marked as having been ordered/recieved, it clued me in to the fact that he'd really like to be a father one day to pass on his passion to someone else. I feel like thats affirmed by his interactions later in the game with Andy, which at surface value might seem cold, but i think was always meant to try to push Andy into putting more time and effort into the diagram he made.

theres a bit in a wip for a03 i'm cooking up in which the assistant is cleaning and finds a knocked over and forgotten about cup of baking soda and vinegar left after Jasmine came to the research center asking to see the reaction it makes. It's only briefly mentioned, but i think its so cute. I think Qi's first thought might be that its a waste of time away from his research, but he thinks back to how he felt exploring his grandpa's lab, and after that hes more than happy to show and explain it to her. It's sweet to picture him really wanting to foster the same scientific fascination he has in other children like his grandpa did to him.

[terrible-monkie-kid-aus]

Syntax: I live in a low income housing environment that goes by the government name of section 8. Me and a group of my allies control certain areas of this section to run our illegitimate business. We posess unregistered firearms, stolen vehicles, mind altering inhibitors and only use cash for financial purchases. If anyone would like to settle unfinished altercations, I will be more than happy to release my address. I would like to warn you, I am a very dangerous person and I regularly disobey the law.

[cheeseknives]

Hello viewers. It's me, James May. And you're watching the disney channel.

[creepyscritches]

Training a colleague on my time saving methods for various processes and she tells me I'm easy to learn from bc I'm so patient and nice and I 😭

[biologist4ever]

[crqstalite]

i rlly gotta do a write up eventually about how alec wanted talis to be like him so bad and she absolutely refused to while mateo just wanted his father to pay some semblance of attention to him.

[ocular-intercourse]

had a fun day looking at (sadly) stuffed animals and touching meteors (that makes 3 now!) and dinosaur bones cool cool cool

[lesbiten]

That’s technically not off the mark- except replace pets with livestock. There’s been a lot of news articles about how vets sign off / condone the unethical and unsanitary conditions of factory farming - and those vets who try to speak out against it find themselves blacklisted / subject to retaliation from their colleague

this is a very interesting topic but i was really just referring to dogs/how people have convinced themselves that vets who recommend kibble for dogs are evil and just want money

i do think the normalization and comfort surrounding factory farming in the animal industry is...horrifying to say the least. i've gotten the opportunity to be around a lot of people in said industry who see nothing wrong with the way large commercial farms are set up, all because it falls within animal welfare guidelines they created to be bare bones in the first place. its honestly sickening to see people boast their progress in animal welfare when i've seen first hand what they define as "welfare".

that's not to say some parts of it aren't improving - but like 90% of the industry is heavily resistant to seeing new opinions from young people who have the potential to change things for the better - a lot of which i can imagine are vets who want to do what they signed up for, helping animals.

overall small animal vets and large animal/livestock vets are like, entirely different areas of specialty and are filled with very different people. its not surprising to me that theres livestock vets who refuse to see change