#and by his scientific method

[doveinruins]

scientist vivisecting experiment’s body definitely because science calls for it and totally not because he wants to fondle their intestines. Pfft… that’d be ridiculous… he’s definitely not going to do that. It’s just his method and all that.

[immediatebreakfast]

There is a method in his madness, and the rudimentary idea in my mind is growing. It will be a whole idea soon, and then, oh, unconscious cerebration!

Even if it's not included in the actual book, nor in the original chapter order, there is a very funny coincidence in reading about how happy Seward is because he feels that his theory about Renfield's behavior is finally near conclusion... Then there is this editor's message at the end of the entry.

Another long span coming up here without Dracula emails. Stay firm, my friends.

Yep Seward, it will be a whole idea soon, just keep thinking my guy 👍.

[para-psychopathology]

the funniest thing abt re-animator to me is that herbert consistently has absolutely 0 plan for what to do when he actually re-animates the dead. oh yeah let's just stick a syringe in this corpse's arm and see what happens. sounds fun. i'm sure it won't try to kill us like the 29593285 other times we tried this

[beetledum]

Madatobi is so unhinged in terms of their bedroom life, I know for a fact that they enjoy cu/ckolding but not for the reasons you think.

If Mito and Touka ever managed to properly back Tobirama into a verbal corner on any of their drunken nights out -- (you'd think Hashirama and Madara loved the taste of toes the way they tried shoving a foot in their mouths while treating with the Hyuga, and after a day of wrangling the two human calamities the trio deserve a drink, okay?)-- he'd say that it was for the good of Konoha, really.

Afterall, if some overly pompous, self-important and unfortunately necessary dignitary suddenly softens in their negotiations after a night in Tobirama's bed, doesn't the whole Village benefit? And Tobirama, for all that he may be strict and exacting in most measures of his life, follows his brother in one exact branch of hedonism and it's this.

And it's made so much better by knowing that Madara is watching, cloaked in the corner of the room by a clever genjutsu that leaves him nearly invisible to even Tobirama's senses (save for the feeling of Madara's heavy sharingan gaze, gliding almost like a second set of hands over Tobirma's body as whatever lucky dignitary does their level best to make Tobirama arch and moan, only too happy at the opportunity to drive one of the most powerful and influential men in all of Fire Nation to blissful ruin).

Even if Tobirama wasn't sensitive to Madara's unique smoldering chakra after years of careful and passionate courtship and could sense the appreciation emanating from his lover, he'd know of it's existence if for no other reason than because of the fact that Madara is a voyeur through and through -- the Uchiha already predisposed to visual stimuli, and the sight of a pale Tobirama spread out across the sheets, panting and blushing from the exertion and desire, never failed to get Madara's own blood flowing.

But what really gets both of them going about the scenario? It's that the sharingan doesn't miss a detail. It catches and catalogues every one of Tobirama's soft sighs, every clench of his toes, every flutter of his carmine eyes as his bedpartner seeks their mutual pleasure in the albino's body. But the moment Tobirama's eyes snap open wide and he nearly chokes on his own gasp? That's what Madara truly lives for: the moment a transitory partner unearths a new pleasure for Tobirama.

Truly a scientist at heart, Tobirama revels in the act of discovery so it came to no surprise to Madara that their bedroom would be the same. And while other lovers might find themselves insecure in the face of such an adventurous libido, Madara is not only confident enough in his own abilities and his and Tobirama's relationship (plus, they're shinobi so honey pot missions are just another day at the office and this isn't too far off from that really), but he also absolutely thrives on competition.

Madara loves to watch Tobirama fall apart and takes even more delight in mining that encounter for every little thing that drove Tobirama wild. Honing in on the theory of it all until every one of Madara's moves are perfectly calculated to drive Tobirama out of his skull in pleasure. And then he gets to apply it to practice.

Madara used to spend hours watching the older soldiers spar in his youth, observing and learning like a hawk until he could knock every one of them down with their own moves, and it turns out that the exhilaration he feels from learning and executing a new move perfectly and taking his partners breath away is the same if he's fighting or fucking--and really, doesn't that say everything you need to know about him? The fact that beyond the physical pleasure, the mental pleasure Tobirama gets from the show of competence and Madara's own genius being on display is half the reason he comes so hard probably tells you all you need to know about Tobirama too.

So yeah. They're into it, but they're mainly thinking about how they're going to use this to get off so hard together later.

[shannonsketches]

[queerdiazs]

tease tidbit tuesday <3

i was tagged by @callmenewbie, @wildlife4life, @try-set-me-on-fire, @disasterbuckdiaz, @rogerzsteven, @hippolotamus, @giddyupbuck, @ladydorian05, @daffi-990, @jesuisici33, @loserdiaz, and @wikiangela mwah 🫶🏼

have a long tease from hoa eddie, where eddie's grossly in love with buck's big tits and honestly i can't blame him

Eddie sighs, turns around, and nearly runs right into Buck’s big, naked, hairy chest.  “Eddie—” “Where’s your shirt?”  Buck blinks. “I was mowing the yard and I got hot,” he replies, shrugging sheepishly.  He wants to bitch at Buck for mowing the yard, for taking his shirt off and getting grass all over himself, for inadvertently causing a scene because his big fat bleeding heart always seems to get him in trouble, but it’s Buck, sweet and stubborn and soft Buck, and he’s standing in front of Eddie, bare-chested and sweaty and a little breathless with blue eyes so large and wide and childlike, expecting Eddie to be upset when he’s not, not in the slightest, and all Eddie can do is smile and undo the snaps on his button down when he realizes Buck’s shivering, cold and clammy now that the sun has set. He has another shirt beneath, anyway.  “Grass is worse than sand, Buck,” he says, handing his shirt over. “Put this on. You’ll want to shower as soon as you can, so just stay the night again. I’ve got a load of your clothes in the dyer.”  Buck does as he’s told, pulling on the button down. It’s a size too small, dragging across his broad shoulders and barreled chest; the buttons stretch open over his torso, giving Eddie a peak of the curly hair between his tits, and his nipples are hard, tiny nubs beneath the fabric that draw Eddie’s attention, and he licks his lips. He’s seen Buck shirtless a hundred times before, sure, but he never realized how huge Buck’s tits really were until now, so big beneath his shirt they stick out like actual boobs.  He wonders how heavy they’d feel in his hands, if Buck would make pretty sounds when he squeezed the fat or pinched his nipples till they’re red and swollen.  Huh. That’s new. 

gonna no pressure tag @honestlydarkprincess, @eddiediaztho, @eddiebabygirldiaz, @eowon, @watchyourbuck, @exhuastedpigeon, @thewolvesof1998, @shitouttabuck, @housewifebuck, and whoever else mwah mwah

[domoz-writes]

why must i be becursed with so many ideas ( i want to develop my ocs more)

[filia-floris]

An attempt to not forget about the sketchbook

The doodles are better as always

[raccoonspooky]

Bo sinclair has tried to wax his chest before right like theres no way in hell this man with all his vanity has not attempted to wax himself. Anyways I want to imagine him with one strip of chest where it’s obvious he attempted waxing himself. Imagine ur playing housewife for ur murder boo and u slide ur hand down his chest bein all domestic and shit and then theres one patch of skin that’s like sticky and devoid of hair and ur just not allowed to laugh about it or even ask about it because he’ll throw a man tantrum

[ishiitake]

the aftermath of Abigail bodying the easter egg hunt

[thisfairytalegonebad]

When your mechanic brother looks at your car and makes concerned noises 🥲🥲🥲

[idk-i-want-mcl-content]

lol

[genshinmaburp]

Alhaitham as a character is great I love how he’s a prick and “as a matter of fact ☝️” and ignores people he doesn’t want to talk to. Absolutely sensational and amazing. But if I met him in real life, as someone in STEM who has to deal with enough men who think they’re better, I would pummel him.

[a-typical]

You sit in at contentious scientific meetings. You find university colloquia in which the speaker has hardly gotten thirty seconds into the talk before there are devastating questions and comments from the audience. You examine the conventions in which a written report is submitted to a scientific journal for possible publication, then is conveyed by the editor to anonymous referees whose job it is to ask: did the author do anything stupid? Is there anything in here that is sufficiently interesting to be published? What are the deficiencies of this paper? Have the main results been found by anybody else? Is the argument adequate, or should the paper be resubmitted after the author has actually demonstrated what is here only speculated on? And it's anonymous: the author doesn't know who the critics are. This is the everyday expectation in the scientific community.

Why do we put up with it? Do we like to be criticized? No, no scientist enjoys it. Every scientist feels a proprietary affection for his or her ideas and findings. Even so, you don't reply to critics, wait a minute; this is a really good idea; I'm very fond of it; it's done you no harm; please leave it alone. Instead, the hard but just rule is that if the ideas don't work, you must throw them away. Don't waste neurons on what doesn't work. Devote those neurons to new ideas that better explain the data. The British physicist Michael Faraday warned of the powerful temptation

to seek for such evidence and appearances as are in the favour of our desires, and to disregard those which oppose them . . . We receive as friendly that which agrees with [us], we resist with dislike that which opposes us; whereas the very reverse is required by every dictate of common sense.

Valid criticism does you a favour.

— The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark - Carl Sagan (1996)

[enbycrip]

I was chatting to some folks on Discord about how many calories are in a tooth and if you still measured calories by burning and temperature increase like in high school chemistry.

And remembering that and that the most notable thing that sticks with me about that is “Burning hair stinky”.

And then realised I was being very unfair there; experimentation is totes how you learn stuff, and a certain amount of that learning process is setting fire to hair and melting pens, and in this age of AI we should fucking CHERISH that.

I’m very much in the humanities side of higher ed, but I’m hearing from the STEM side that a depressing number of students get to uni with perfectly solid knowledge and enthusiasm about everything from biochemistry to electronics but they do *not* have the practical familiarity and comfort with really basic scientific lab procedures like titration and aseptic cultures because schools have been pressured to basically have kids watch YouTube videos of people doing them instead for time and safety. Because people *do* actually learn valuable stuff by fucking about.

You get further and further from the halcyon days of early science of folks blowing sheds up and having fifty decomposing flasks of their pee lying around their lab. And something *does* actually get lost. Because people get further and further on the emotional level from “learning shit by fucking about and realising the schema they’ve been taught about the universe *doesn’t* fit the stuff they’ve discovered by fucking about”.

There’s some really interesting discourse out there about both capitalist corporations and increasingly authoritarian governments pushing STEM in higher ed so much because the humanities are causing them so many problems by teaching people things about media analysis and how to recognise the basic logical flaws in things you’re being told.

But ofc those same skills are actually *essential* for actual scientific discovery and pushing the boundaries of knowledge.

And STEM is also *genuinely* suffering for it.

(And ofc a lot of other things like “politicians not having a basic understanding of statistics” and thus preferring to risk the entire future of our species, for things that *will* affect them in their lifetime, rather than challenge populist arseholes).

[tiredassmage]

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