#Mr. Beaker

[jhsharman]

Science Trouble

I think they should have kept "scarey".

From two different strands of a plot premise -- Prof Flutesnoot speculates on what Earth's atmosphere would do to space bacteria he somehow has whilst Jughead and Archie try to find a science fair exhibit acceptable to Mr. Weatherbee, the story veers into a reprise of the Frese to Schwartz tale.

The Little Archie version loses the script a tad and switches from Martian to monster. And one subtle difference for Little Archie as against Jughead in reaction to Miss Grundy.

"You two girls" is only used in version one, after which Mr. Weatherbee drops it to "you too". "Kiddies" is dropped with the Little Archie version.

Reggie's 1953 stint as alien creature was more purposeful and, frankly, less hidden. Really -- how do you not see that is Reggie?

Over in Tppy Teen, Samm Schwartz's knock-off Archie project with Tower Comics in the mid to late 60s, their principal is in the green costume doing the scaring.

[old-knightsvow]

muppet cast for a succession adaptation....

[shortshowname]

LOOKIT THAT GUY GO‼️

[salo-30]

just some random drawings before it's my birthday

[sweetcheeksschemmenti]

Abbott Elementary Characters and Their Corresponding Muppets!

I hope this makes sense. 🫡

[weheartstims]

Henry Jekyll stimboard?

Henry Jekyll (Jekyll and Hyde) with various suitable stims!

🖋️|🧪|🖋️ 🧪|🖋️|🧪 🖋️|🧪|🖋️

[perplexingluciddreams]

Mum re-found the kids DVDs zip-up pouch book thingy. I love so many of the DVDs in there! So many are safe and familiar and nostalgic in a good way.

There is ones like Bagpuss, Mr Benn, Camberwick Green, Flash Gordon, Cult Kids Classics, The Muppets, Tracy Beaker, and lots of other films I watched as a child!

The pouch they are all in has "pages" with slots on both sides for DVDs. And they flip like a book. There is actually too many DVDs in there, so some are just sitting loose between the "pages", a few have separate plastic sleeves over them which sit between "pages". And some of the DVDs in there are blank with just the title written on 😆.

I am going to love rewatching many of these! A few more that I can think of which is not in here is Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, and Fifi & the Flowertots. I watched those DVDs over and over and over again as a kid! Especially Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory (the 1971 film, not the 2005 one called Charlie and the Chocolate Factory) when I was a bit older.

I don't think we ever had a DVD of it, but along with Fifi & the Flowertots, I also loved The Tweenies when I was young. And Sooty & Co/The Sooty Show/Sooty and Sweep. And In The Night Garden 🥰. And Noddy!

I would love to get DVDs of those if I don't have them already (oh, and Tots TV too!). I am pretty sure we do have Chorlton and the Wheelies somewhere. And we might have Rainbow (but not sure of that).

I still love all the TV programmes I watched as a kid. And a lot of those were programmes my parents watched, so many of them are from quite a while ago.

Anyway, Bagpuss time now!! I have seen all episodes of this countless times. And I never get less excited!

Mum does impressions of the noises and voices and songs of characters from Bagpuss when I am in the bath. It makes me laugh 😆😄!!

[slavhew]

a 10 panel comic about control

cont. off this

[theophila-aeterna]

Petition to spice up dry medical articles with the hot goss about what went down in the lab during the experiment.

[nokingsonlyfooles]

Did... Did you just low-key matter-of-factly marry Dr. Honeydew and Beaker? Like, finally, after all these years, Bunsen put a ring on it (at least for the sake of the narrative)?

😭My heart... It's too full.

This and only this.

[directdogman]

out of curiosity, who in the dialtown cast could you trust with fireworks

Ranked from most trustworthy to least:

Norm is the obvious first choice because he has experience with literal rockets and has experience with stuff like firearms and would be anal about procedural stuff.

Tango, Mr Dickens, Jerry, I'd trust with them 95%, since I think they'd be responsible and follow instructions even if they lack experience. Karen would also be this category but I doubt she'd willingly take the job.

Mingus could probably do the job but she'd be so eager to get it over with that she may overlook something.

Oliver, I would be hesitant to trust with fireworks because while I feel he probably has some experience with explosives I feel he might do something stupid like strap a few together.

Stabby + Shooty lacks Oliver's experience and would 100% injure themselves trying to do something cool. Pass.

Randy, I would not trust with fireworks for the same reason I wouldn't trust him to pour sulfuric acid from one vessel to another. I've read scientific manuals that say "pour decisively" because taking a half measure when pouring something lethal can cause you to end up with dangerous tiny amounts of liquid ending up outside of your beaker. Also, shaky hands.

Bigfoot + fireworks is a really bad combo.

Gingi cannot be trusted with fireworks. C'mon. Like I need to explain this one.

Billy cannot be trusted with fireworks despite having the most experience with them. He would 100% use them maliciously (as per usual. Good example of what he'd do with them is mentioned in Roger's DLC.)

(Not included in the ranking: God would not willingly handle fireworks having a fear of explosives + having seen up close what happens if they're mishandled and would let someone take the job, and stand at a distance when they're launched.)

Thank you.

[scrmnviking]

If I'd have seen this live on broadcast, I think I would have bawled my eyes out.

“Mr. Beaker, set ego to ‘Bruised’“.

George Takei and Bob Keeshan on Muppets Tonight (1996)

[therobotmonster]

Muppet's Jurassic Park

Grant - Kermit Ellie - Mrs. Piggy Malcom - Gonzo Tim & Lex - Scooter and Skeeter Hammond - Statler and Waldorf (one is a (first draft) clone, they do not agree on which one) Arnold - Bobo Nedry - Fozzie Dr. Wu - Dr. Benson Honeydew & Beaker Muldoon - Sam the Eagle

The T-Rex - Jeff Goldblum

He is wearing one of these:

[aka-indulgence]

screaming dying throwing up, do you have any more dr sans and mr horruer... literally anything, i don't care, so long as it's MORE

That’s the kind of reaction I strive for :D Ogey, since you asked so nicely heheheue

CW: descriptive transformation?

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A large, creepy man walks through the dark streets of Shudrow, away from the yellow streetlamps. He stands in front of the closed window of a large manor, tinkering with the shutters. After a couple of clicks and creaks, the wooden window doors open.

He steps through, his height making it easy to enter without having to maneuver much- though with his height he needs to duck under the top of the window. He quickly shutters the window doors as soon as he enters.

no one to see.

Horruer sighs and reaches for his pocket, picking up the handkerchief that you dropped earlier. You were in such a hurry to get away from him… if he wasn’t frozen, he would’ve given it back to you.

… He brings it to his face and sniffs it.

smells like her.

After a moment of daydreaming, he puts the handkerchief back in his pocket, and gets to work. He puts down his beaker on his table and looks through his drawers…

where are my chemical salts?

He growls quietly. He brought it up to his work room last time, which is upstairs.

i need to be more careful next time. don’t need to be sneaking through houses…

He presses his skull to the door, taking care not to press the side of his exploded skull. When he hears nothing, he takes a peek.

… someone’s coming.

He closes the door, leaving a crack for him to look through, but small enough for it to be unnoticeable at night.

Faun walks through the corridor with a lamp, perhaps having a quick look around before retiring to his quarters. The red eye watches as the deer monster disappears into the living room. When he can’t hear his hooves anymore, Horruer opens the door and relocks the lab, quickly making his way to the stairs- no need to be quiet here, he just has to be quick.

The stairs bend heavily under him as he runs up the wooden stairs, every step a stomp until he arrives at the landing. Quickly, he slips into his work room.

He clunks the beaker on his desk, its strange contents sloshing. The chemical salts layed there, out in the open.

hrmp, need to be more careful next time, Horruer thinks, tapping the salts into his concoction.

He lifts it up to his lamp and swirls it until it looks just right. Then, he chugs it like a glass of spirits.

His sockets squeeze shut. It leaves a burning sensation down his throat- not unlike alcohol, and the tastes after weren’t pleasant. But the worst is yet to come.

He slams the beaker back on the table as he chokes, groans turning into yells as pain splits his skull and electrifies his every bones, from his ribcage to the edges of his phalanges. The gruesome sound of bones cracking fills his hearing as they twist and distort, shrinking, the hole in his skull fusing back together, leaving only miniscule fissure in its wake.

The screaming only stops once the transformation is over, the skeleton now a fraction of his previous size. He stabilizes himself on his desk, gripping it close to splinters. His hat falls on the ground. The skull that looks out isn’t Horruer’s.

Sans gasps, drool dripping down his chin, colors shifting in the liquid. He coughs and spits and swallows, trying to get the taste out of his mouth. His sleeves dangle under his hands, his pants now pooling on the ground; Horruer’s clothes were too big on him now. He looks almost like how he used to when he wore his father’s clothes when he was a younger skeleton.

The transformation was always the worst part. But the results were worth it.

As he regains his breath, he reaches for your handkerchief again. They were so small in Horruer’s hand before. Unfolded, it fit barely covers his palm. Now, it looked more like a proper handkerchief to him.

… His soul was racing when he turned and saw you, looking at him from below. You looked so… small. Everything looked small when he was Horruer, but… you looked more vulnerable like that. You looked so pretty. You looked scared of him. Everything in his mind went quiet- all he could see was you. He’d swallow his spit, fisting his hands, it took all the strength in him not to just lunge and grab you.

Thankfully for the both of you, you left before his restraint broke. He was so close, too.

Sans gulped, still panting.

“... that could’ve been dangerous,” he summarizes with alarm.

He has to make sure not to run into you, as Horruer. His inhibitions as Sans were close to naught when he was Horruer. He becomes more impulsive, volatile, unpredictable. He doesn’t know how he’d act if he saw you again. He knows he wants you but… he isn’t even sure what he would’ve done to you. And you’re too precious to risk it.

Sans sits heavily in his work chair and looks at your handkerchief once more.

“huff… i need… to give this back to her. maybe tomorrow.”

[mostly-marvel-musings]

So Inappropriate

A/N: Alright, you guys wanted it, here it is. This little ficlet based off of the video that’s got our Stark Squad all riled up. Leave a comment, heart or reblog if you enjoyed it.

Pairing: Tony Stark x F! Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut-ish fluff. There is a significant age gap between the reader and Tony (say 20 years?) Also the reader is Bruce Banner’s assistant.

Word count: 1896

Tony Stark Masterlist

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You were just about done arranging the equipment in the lab when you heard the door slide open.

“Dr. Banner, I’m done for the day unless you need me for anything else!” you called out without glancing up, not realizing the person who had walked in certainly wasn’t your boss.

“Dr. Banner has left the premises for the day, Miss Y/L/N. But I might need you for something.”

Tony Stark made an appearance, his signature smirk adorning his face as he traipsed in closer, his walk oozing all sorts of confidence and authority. Of course, your face did very little to hide the blush that creeped up, heating your cheeks in an instant.

Why did this man have such an influence on you? You’d never know.

Well, not exactly. It was pretty obvious. The genius, billionaire, playboy and philanthropist had this effect on most individuals. His natural charisma and intimidating presence was all wrapped in an impeccably trimmed-goatee-bearing handsome package. The guy was senior to you. Much senior. But there was something about him that always drew you in, an impish charm that was all too endearing, his commanding aura that compelled you to behave. Almost challenged you to confront your deepest, darkest desires.

“Earth to Y/N?” he snapped you out of your reverie, making you accidentally knock over a set of beakers kept on the platform.

Cursing under your breath, you bent to pick up the shattered glass as did Tony, resulting in your head banging against his, further adding to your embarrassment.

Just great!

“Careful, you’re gonna hurt yourself.” Tony murmured, taking the shards of glass from your hand as Dum-E, one of his bots zoomed in to sweep it all away.

“Thank you, Mr. Stark. I–I’m sorry.” you fumbled, wincing as you saw you an angry drop of red ooze out of your finger from where you had evidently cut yourself.

“Ah, you poor thing. C’mere.” not awaiting a response, Tony clutched your hand and brought it to his lips, gently sucking on your index finger all while his eyes bore into yours.

A part of you wanted to run away from the scene like a scaredy cat but, the other part was completely rooted to the spot. Not daring to move an inch, as if if you did, your little daydream would break. Your cheeks probably burnt with the heat, and you could feel your pulse rush to the part of your finger that was currently in his mouth, smarting. His tongue soothed over the cut softly, sending tingles of desire down your back, the moistness between your legs increasing with his little action.

He is your boss. Not exactly but he built this place. He was your boss’s best friend. These thoughts were quite inappropriate.

Almost as quickly as it began, he let go of your hand, his touch still lingering strong as you cleared your throat, watching his bot whir away from the scene.

“Thank you, I think. Um. For your help.” you stared at your feet, unsure what to do next.

You grabbed your things and stuffed them in your bag, very aware of the fact that Tony and signature smirk were following your every move.

Why was this man allowed to have this effect on you?

You stopped right by the door, turning back to face the man who hadn’t moved from his spot.

“Uh, Mr. Stark? You said you wanted me for something?”

“Right! Well, we have a charity, inauguration, felicitation, something here at the Tower in two days. I wanted you to come.”

He shoved his hands in his pockets, looking at you intently as he waited for an answer.

“Oh! Are–are you sure?”

That was a surprise. You had been working with Dr. Banner for a better part of a year now however it had always been strictly professional. You were aware of the many, many galas and events that took place, you were just never a part of them. Until now.

“Yeah. I’ll have Big Green send you the details. You can bring a date. Or not.”

He winked cheekily, walking up the stairs right next to you before the doors slid open once again, gesturing you to go first.

Needless to say you were flabbergasted. A rush of excitement brought a pep in your step as you headed home, going through your wardrobe in detail and what could be a Stark-party-worthy outfit.

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Tony’s eyes scanned the room, eager to find you in a sea of impeccably dressed people. He couldn’t shake you off from his thoughts. Not for a while now, if he would admit to himself.

His curiosity grew ever since he saw you for the first time, entering the lab and giving Bruce Banner a shy smile, eyes locking with him and holding his gaze, almost unable to look away. He sensed you were nervous, it was cute. It made his cock stir. He could not remember the last time he felt this way. You were a young, smart, vivacious thing that was too young for him, and yet he couldn’t resist you.

Not that he tried. You drew him in right from the start.

Tony had found you chatting animatedly to your boss some time later. You looked stunning in the floor-length number you had decided on. Your features were beautifully highlighted with the hair and make-up you’d chosen.

His wish to have you closer had been fulfilled as the party warmed up, people sat around in groups, drinks in their hands while conversation flowed. Of course, the Avengers had a favorite corner they had gathered at, the center of attention being the one and only, Iron Man. He was awarded a trophy for his philanthropic work earlier which now sat in his lap proudly, an almost phallic-shaped glass that had his name etched.

“I can’t be the only one thinking this.” Tony smirked, holding the award against his crotch and earning collective groans from the crowd around. The action brought warmth rushing to your cheeks, your wildly imaginative mind pictured him doing that to his member, letting out soft grunts.

“You alright, Miss Y/L/N?” Your attention was captured by someone standing next to you, pointing to your dress.

Unknown to your preoccupied self, the filled glass of wine you held had tilted enough to spill on your dress.

“Oh God! Shit!” you exclaimed, turning a few heads your way as you grabbed a few tissues to blot the spilled liquid as much as you could. The darker color of your dress masked the big stain that had probably formed.

It was hard to miss Tony’s piercing gaze as he gave you one of his lopsided grins, clearly giddy with the reaction he had hoped his stunt would achieve. If anything, one fact was becoming clearer by the day.

Your attraction towards this man was increasing and it seemed he was equally interested in you too.

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It had been a hectic week, you sighed and leaned back against your chair, closing your eyes for a moment as your exhausted body relaxed momentarily. You couldn’t wait to get home and soak your butt in a hot bubble bath.

With the events of Ultron, there had been extra work load that you had volunteered to help out with at the Tower. You didn’t mind, of course. It meant spending a lot of time with the Avengers and a particular one at that too. Tony spent hours, sometimes days holed up in the lab, working with Bruce and yourself.

It was almost impossible not to be distracted or turned on by his presence there. To see him laser-focused at work, fingers gliding over keyboards and holograms in front of them as he paced about the space. It was all too hot.

Shutting your computer for the day, you grabbed your things and made your way out of the lab. Tony had retreated back to his floor some time ago and had promptly forgotten his phone on his work desk. It rang with a start, catching your attention and making you walk back in to grab it.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to bother the billionaire genius in his home since there had been multiple occasions where Dr. Banner asked you to summon the man whenever he got a lead on Ultron.

The elevator dinged to a stop, the doors opening to his grand living room that offered a view of New York people would kill for. His bedroom door seemed left ajar as you made your way over, stopping in your tracks as you heard a muffled groan.

Curiosity got the better of you as you sneaked a look inside his bedroom, not able to stop yourself as the sounds increased.

You felt your mouth go dry at the sight before you. Tony lay on his bed against the pillows, eyes scrunched up, pants undone., soft sighs leaving his lips as his hand moved up and down on his erect cock.

It felt so wrong to watch him pleasure himself in the privacy of his own home and yet so right, you felt yourself blush at the sight. It was like you were unable to look away, he had his fingers wrapped around his shaft, moving at a steady pace as you saw precum leak at the tip of his head. His pretty, thick lips were parted while his chest rose and fell, eyes shut in ecstasy.

You were about to peel your gaze away from the scene when you heard a faint whisper of what you thought was your name.

“Oh Y/N..” his breathy moan sent desire to pool right between your legs, a part of you still processing the whole thing while the other wanting to push that door open and join the man or perhaps help him finish.

His thumb swiped across his red tip before the pace of his strokes increased, his pants echoed in the room while you felt your entrance clench around nothing, desiring the very man who was masturbating while thinking of you.

You were sure your panties were ruined by the time Tony’s hips jerked and you saw him climax, ropes of cum spurting from his cock and spilling on his hand and lower abdomen. That had to be the hottest thing you’d seen in your life.

You definitely needed to take care of yourself after this, that bubble bath was going to be an elaborate one. His softened cock still lay open for your eyes to feast on, his cum scattered on his body begging you to be licked clean.

Your thoughts came to a standstill when the phone you held in your hand rang terribly loudly, interrupting the little moment. Your scramble to hide or run was rendered useless when Tony glanced outside and saw you.

“It is rude of you to just stand out there and watch, Miss Y/L/N. So inappropriate.”

[jkl-fff]

Tang: Mimimimimi-mi.

Props to anyone who knows where this reference is from