#Yerk

[kinsey3furry300]

I have no ideas what animorph is but I already seen it mentioned on at least 5 different blog which have nothing to do with each other (you being the 5th) what the hell is it???

90s/early 00s young adult sci-fi book series of around 60 short books, published once a month, by K A Applegate.

The books were distributed cheeply by the Scholastic book fair, and could be found in most school libraries thought the Mid 00s.

The plot was 5 normal kids have to stop a secret alien invasion by turning into various animals, and the books were known for starting off with quirky humour and very rapidly decending into utter existential horror with body horror, possession horror, and the ptsd you'd get if you were actually a teen super hero and had to fight an actual war with real stakes aged 13-16, and the fear of never knowing who your real enemy might be. The series ended about a month before 9/11 with a disastrous final battle and a grim warning about how war never really fixes any of the underlying problems between rival nations or peoples, and just destroys good people, so... yeah, ooof.

Due to the content, beloved by horror fans, super hero fans, Sci fi fans, furries (the kids have the power to turn into animals for combat and it gets real weird real fast), and the queer and the trans community, so it turns up on a lot of unrelated blogs.

The audio books are still readily available and are pretty well done, and the cover art of the books was gloriously 90s.

Behold!

There was also a tv show we dont talk about.

The main cast were:

Jake: the leader. There is an evil alien slug living in his brother's head, and this causes issues for him.

Cassie: Jake's crush. The moral center of the books. Also her parents are veterinarians at a zoo, with is very fucking convenient if you need a ready sourse of animals to turn into.

Marco: Jake's best friend, the smart one. Also uses inappropriate humour to cope with trauma (relatable).

Rachel: Jake's cousin. Uses turning into a grizzly bear and committing extreme violence to cope with her trauma (relatable).

Tobias: perminantly turns into a bird to escape his trauma (most relatable) but then has to deal with extreme body and mental dismorphia as a result. Has a star-crossed lovers plot with Rachel. He is my favorite.

Ax: an alien teenager they just adopted and hide in the woods. Is also my favourite. He's a bright blue centar with stalk-eyes and a sythe tail, and he loves Cinabon and warcrimes. Due to his extreme alien mindset, he's been taken as a metaphor for Neurodivergance, but it's unclear if that was the author's original intent.

The books are awesome, and still available as e-books, comics and audio books I'd you want to check them out.

Here is a video essay that does a far better job of explaining:

[pureorangejuicefromconcentrate]

he is in my heart

[zangtang]

Desperate Dan. Started in 1937, and was constantly about staggering feats of gluttony and being the biggest, most hypermasculine guy anyone had ever seen, with a suspicious amount of inflation along the way. Hmm.

There was a special annual about the history of the Dandy that featured some strips where he was inflated to the size of a hot air balloon... also, they called it The Dandy??

I don't think the art was very special, but it is very cheap lol

[katsukikitten]

Yerkes | The Dragon Knight | Non-Con | Extortion | Dragon tail & monster fuckin| orgasm denial| a series probably only me and @kingkatsuki know about lmfao

Your lungs burn, begging for air as you forgo proper breathing technique as fear steadily creeps into your veins. Feet propelling you through the busy market place of the city as seagulls call overhead and the brine of the ocean clings to your skin. This was home, at least it had been for the last six months, you have the advantage of knowing the layout over someone who's only just arrived.

And yet he is expertly cornering you.

Being stalked by the Dragon Knights was one thing but being stalked by him was another. Or so you heard.

The tales told about his ‘honorable’ cruelty were spoken in caution and hushed whispers in dark alleys or late at night. As if saying his name too loud or too often would summon him.

Yerkes.

You had said his name so boldly last night around the campfire, so nonchalant over the alleged predator that stalked down fugitives. Spat or scoffed it you cannot remember now as the very thing you mocked gives chase.

Rounding a corner to slide into the mouth of an ally that leads into the underbelly of the city. The abandoned tunnels were where most criminals sought refuge and could lose pursuers in the pitch black landscape; you'd lost a knight before you could do it again.

Although it would prove more difficult this time as it was “personal now.”

His low timber of a voice growled the threat in your ear, chest heaving, smile wide and cruel. His fingers twitching before tossing away the hair he ripped from your throbbing skull all over three small scratches on his cheek.

But what were you supposed to do? Let him take you?

Fat fucking chance.

Your fingers grip at the heavy manhole hidden beneath layers of garbage, scrambling to move the metal when a large red scaled dragon tail slams on the ground before you.

Panic rises up your throat, desperately dulling your senses as you foolishly try to move the appendage out of the way.

It should be easy, light, as all it does is extend from his spine as he stands tall in the mouth of the alley. His slitted red eyes glowing like embers as they scorch every inch of your skin they land on. Yet still you are unable to make it budge and even the blade at your side snaps against the sturdy blood red scales.

“Did you really think you'd get away from me, little stray?” He barks a laugh, pulling you to him by his tail while also walking closer. Forcing you closer until you're at his feet, tail wrapping around your ribs to keep you still as he leans down. His golden earnings sway from the action, reflecting the setting sun off the coast as the busy murmurs of the port echo around the two of you.

Anger spikes in your blood once more, wrapping your fingers around the precious metal and yanking, ripping the jewelry from his ear with a snarling hiss and arc of blood.

“Bitch.” The scaly appendage squeezes you even tighter, causing you to cough and sputter yet still you hold onto the jewelry as it bites into your skin.

“This is all you know isn't it.” He poses it as a statement rather than a question because he knows the answer, “Thievery, desperation, violence. Like some mangy little stray cat.”

Heat burns like venom in your lungs, wrapping around your heart even as the breath is stolen from you. Voice silenced like it has been all your life.

Still you gather saliva on your tongue, pushing it to the tip before spitting a glob of it onto his handsome face.

The Earth shakes beneath the two of you from his rage, piles of trash and rusty scrap metal crush beneath the weight of it before it stops all together. As if he's collected himself but not for long. Ringed fingers curling into your hair before they twist and pull, yanking you to look up at him as blood drips from his cheeks and ear.

“Tsk.” He wipes away the glob of spit flicking it from his thumb, “You forget I'm a scale dragon. I can freely increase any matter I touch. Brick, metal, Earth, even your bones and teeth can be my weapons. I suggest you tread lightly.”

With his threat your body creaks from an unknown pressure. Bones threatening to snap, head too heavy for the muscles in your neck to hold it up and had it not been for his fingers in your hair you head would have killed back on to warm scales.

“Even though you getting away really did piss me off, it was fun.” He tosses your head away from him and the pressure lets up some, body still much too heavy to move as if a tar pit had opened up beneath you and swallowed you whole. “Really fun.”

He squats down to get to your level for a moment, grabbing onto your chin to turn your face this way and that, “Not too many women fight back ya know. Most of the time the crime isn't even their own.”

For a moment you think you hear pity in his harsh tone making your eyes snap to his and he chuckles. Thumb swiping over your bottom lip as he traces a feature of you he quite likes, even through the pain and lethargy you snap at him.

“I wanna see what else this mouth can do besides bite and spit.” He coos callously down at you, smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

Imposing more pressure on you, making you putty in his grip. Leaning into his warm tail as he stands up, fingers quick to undo his belt freeing his cock that hangs heavy in the air. Veins forking in his skin as it twitches under your scrutiny before a bead of pre weeps from the slit.

Drool collects on your tongue, horror slowly ebbing as it contorts into hope.

Into an idea.

Using all of your strength to press sharpened nails into the meat of his thigh earning a flash of surprise before a snarl paints his handsome face.

“I'll do this-” Speaking takes so much out of you, hardly hearing your own voice over the rush of your pounding blood, “I'll do this if you let me go.”

“Sure sweetheart. I'll let you go.” He scoffs, grabbing onto your jaw to force your mouth open. His hand at the base of his cock as he guides himself into your warm heat until he hits the back of your fuckable throat. Groaning when you gag and sputter, throat tightening around the intrusion of his cock head before he pulls back just enough to let you breathe.

You have just enough agency over your body you can hollow your cheeks, tongue swirling around his length, tasting those forking veins you saw earlier as he rocks his hips with vigor.

Fucking into your mouth with unabashed grunts and groans, loudly boasting over how good you feel.

“Fuck, knew your mouth was good. Is this how ya eluded the knights for so long?” He looks down at you, meeting your gaze before you purposefully make yourself gag.

You think you feel his fingers in your hair relax first, slowly seeping into his bones until he's finally so caught up in pleasure he's starting to lose his hold on his power on you. Bit by bit you can feel yourself being able to move more.

Enough you can sit up on your knees now as you take him down your throat. Bobbing your head more freely and even moving your free hand to dip into his pants so you can grope his fat sac. Your own thighs rubbing together as you start to relish in the sounds he makes, in the feel of his nails against your scalp, how his tail tightens and loosens around you but most of all his face.

Brows furrowed up, mouth open in a near constant groan or sigh as he looks down on you with such an intense gaze you think it'll be burned into your skin forever.

“Bet you love this don't ya?” He smirks when he sees you squirm, you flash a glare up at him and a shake of your head, “Oh no?”

He's panting when he pulls you off of him with a lewd pop, silvery strings connect you with his fat length. Tip of his scaled tail squeezing at your breast before slipping down the front of your body. Warm appendage sliding over your mound before it curls against your clothed cunt as if he were cupping you with his hand.

“So if I press, I won't hear a pretty little squelch?” He mocks as you try to back away only to be caged in by the mass of scales that encircle you. Applying more pressure until the cloth starts to stick to your slit before he hears a very satisfying sound.

Squuuuueeelch

“Aaaahh fuck. You are into this.” He growls, sliding his tail tighter against your clothed cunt, rubbing roughly encouraging you to grind against him. Straddling the thick muscle reminds you of a thigh but the roughness of the scales catches your clit deliciously. His tail vibrates his excitement as he shoves himself back into your mouth, bucking into your throat sloppily.

The vibrations from your moan make his cock twitch in your mouth and his tongue loll past his lips as he thinks his vision will blank. But he won't allow himself his release just yet not until you're ruining your pants and creaming on his scales.

Delighting in how your hips grind desperately into his body, feeling your pleasure in the way you vibrate against his cock. Waiting for the tell tale signs that you're going to cum before he wraps his tail in such a way you can't move your hips. Whining against him, trying to move as a tremor runs through your body. Pleading wet eyes as you look up at him is a sinful enough imagine to have his sac tighten.

His stomach spasms before his dick unloads road after got rope into your mouth as he forced your head down until your nose presses against the nest thatch of dark hair on his pelvis.

He's panting as you claw at his thighs to no avail groaning out a drawn out, “Fuuuuuuuck.”

Eyes still fluttering as he looks down at you, letting you pop off of his dick as he stares down with glowing red eyes.

“Aww what's wrong I thought you didn't want me like that.”

“I want you dead.” You spit but it doesn't land anywhere past his stomach, if anything it earns a rough fisting of your hair as he glares down at you. Smirk playing on his cruel mouth, exerting so much power over you now. The weight of the pressure he applies has you gasping for breath, clawing weakly at his skin before his tail moves across your cunt in a teasing manner before going back to gently cradling you. A contrast in how gentle the giant appendage is compared to the rough grip at your scalp. Slumping as your eyes try to flutter close, head falling back onto his scaled tail when he lets go.

“Such good head deserves a reward, no?” He taunts, leaning over you as he delights in your discomfort. He knows you can't answer, hell you're even fighting to stay awake but no one else has been able to endure this much weight of his power before.

The prospect of possibilities has his cock trying to twitch back to life.

“I offer you this. I'll keep hunting you over and over and over until the day you die or until you start to bore me.” He slaps your cheek with his finger tips to keep you conscious, tail unfurling around you making you fall into the cobblestone alley.

“So I suggest you run.”

[uchicagoscrc]

Celebrate Women Astronomers Day with the Yerkes Observatory Records at SCRC! Check out the alt text for the names of the women in this photo from 1921, and learn more at Capturing the Stars.

[semioticapocalypse]

An astronomer at the 40-inch refractor telescope of Yerkes Observatory under the 90-foot dome

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[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

@dapsenlumber

Maybe Jake is average but crumbles under pressure. The basketball tryouts are the biggest thing of his life to date and he can’t handle it

So true.  Because that’s part of the point of Jake, that he’s the least talented guy on this untalented team while also excelling at meeting the challenges thrown his way.  He says his talents lie in basketball and video games — only he can’t make his junior high team as an eighth-grader, and regularly loses at video games to a less-experienced Marco.  That’s not to say he remains that untalented throughout the series; 10 pages later he’s insta-coordinating how he and his friends can maximize their ability to escape a horde of controllers, while running from said controllers.  100 pages after that and he’s directing battle strategy based on a combination of paying attention and winging it.

Anyway, what if he’s getting screwed by the Yerkes (no relation) Dodson Curve?

He’s just wildly mis-calibrated to how hard he should be trying to get on the basketball team, because it’s the hardest thing he’s ever tried to do so far.  This kid thinks he’s “invincible” (#4) and climbs construction cranes for fun (#1).

As @derinthescarletpescatarian​ and @andalitean​ put it: “Jake is the plain mashed potato of the Animorphs.”/ “He isn’t even mashed at first he’s just a boiled potato (the trauma is what mashes him)” (X).  Which is the perfect description of Jake.  He does rise to the occasion, but his actual superpowers are confidence, fast reaction time, faking ‘til you make it, and following the little rules so that no one notices you breaking the big ones.  And at first, that confidence is the kind that comes from the assumption nothing really bad will ever happen to him because nothing ever has.  He has to take a lot of hard knocks before he properly understands when to dig in and when to quit.

[blueiscoool]

Yerkes Observatory

Yerkes Observatory, astronomical observatory located at Williams Bay on Lake Geneva in southeastern Wisconsin, U.S. The Yerkes Observatory of the University of Chicago was named for its benefactor, transportation magnate Charles T. Yerkes, and was opened in 1897. It contains the largest refracting telescope (40 inches [1 metre]) in the world. The refractor has been used for solar and stellar spectroscopy, photographic parallaxes, and double-star observations, while other more modern telescopes at the site have been equipped for photoelectric, polarimetric, and spectroscopic applications.

[the-septic-maniac]

me rn trying to finish up my psychology class

[hrtpuppydog]

I came like 5 times today ... huff

[luci-hemwin-evanson]

don’t let a r*na shipper tell you what good writing is because clearly they don’t understand that tim is lying when he says that r*na was part of the plan, he just needed to say something to save his ass after liv left the show.

Yes!

Like was in the plans the whole Olivia & Josh drama and her leaving the show ? Sure!

Its not like they played Rini as the main characters and the main ship for 2 seasons

Bc that's its what I saw but maybe I wasn't watching the same show as them you know

Maybe they didnt see Ricky always putting Nini above Gina and not seeing to be interested in her that way

Maybe they didn't saw how since the very first episode of season 2 they were pairing EJ and Gina together

Oh I wonder what Tim must been thinking when he made EJ only to be his personal punching bag, making him lose a girl to Ricky then in season 2 show him struggling but being pushed to the side pretending it was funny or something how nobody cared about him, and how the whole Ricky and Nini thing affected him making him actually scared of opening up or even accepting his feelings for Gina bc of it and then only to have Ricky come in and pull the same stunt from season 1 (which it was totally in the plans for Rini not to be endgame)

If that was the original plan then why make a whole season building up to EJ & Gina getting together

If it was planned then it would be way more convenient to just let EJs plot in S2 be centered about college and then writing him off or maybe introducing a different love interest instead of building up to him getting together with Gina only for it to fall apart horribly in season 3

[yousaucygirl]

Since it's back to school season and my first year in college, I'm celebrating by reading an absurd amount of college AUs on ao3 and talking to my gf @froggychair05 like I'm leaving my darling wife behind to fight in the French Revolution

[plague-vulture]

sometimes being in fandom will completely taint your perception of a word or color or object and thats both fucked up and very funny

[lindahall]

Charles Yerkes – Scientist of the Day

Charles Tyson Yerkes, an American business magnate, died Dec. 29, 1905, at the age of 68.

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[soysaucevictim]

I'm just thinking abt the HPA axis some more again. It's basically the hormonal cascade/sequence that makes you produce more stress hormones like adrenaline and cortisol. (Stands for hypothalamus-pituitary-adrenal.)

Chronic stress often worsens when you're just swimming in those hormones, unable to tamp 'em down or direct them somewhere useful/fun.

One reason why exercise is very helpful there is like...

Imagine you're a car, the brake peddle is jank. You're in a hurry and you have no idea where the fuck you're going. That's kinda the runaway feeling of it. All you feel you can do is lead foot the gas pedal (sympathetic nervous system.)

Management skills/tools (like exercise) helps to fix your brake pedal (parasympathetic nervous system) and slow shit down and use just enough gas to get you from point A to B. Finding that steady/appropriate Goldilocks zone is a more efficient way to burn through those hormones and get back to equilibrium (or at least get as close to that as feasible).