#doctor who was a really good show actually

[hxney-lemcn]

Mine, Only Mine — Mr. Crawling, Gap, Silvair, Chopped, Hugeface, and Scarletella x gn! reader

summery: how jealous do some of the Homicipher boys get?

tw: unhealthy relationships (Mr. Hugeface & Scarletella)

wc: 1.2k

Master List

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mr. Crawling

❥I know people have written about how he gets jealous…but I don’t really think he does? Or at least not terribly. The scene with Mr. Chopped and the cat ears show that Mr. Crawling won’t pout or get sad at you showing affection to others, just that he wants to gain the same attention (the ear scene…). So jealousy with Mr. Crawling isn’t too bad, just be prepared to shower him with more affection than the person you originally did. 

❥On the other hand, I do think his jealousy may increase if you ignore him. Say you give more attention to Mr. Scarletella, Mr. Crawling would get a bit sad and pouty, thinking you don’t like him anymore. If this happens, give him lots and lots of attention and reassurance, he’ll be super grateful. I mean he loves your affection anyways, so might as well give him some extra headpats and kisses. Even better if you only show certain signs of affection with him, it makes him feel special. 

❥Overall, not the most jealous, but not completely unaffected either. Make sure he gets his daily dose of attention/quality time and he’ll be as right as rain.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mr. Gap

❥Uh, he gets more jealous than you’d think. Like…his whole thing is he wants to be special to you…in his own strange way. Doesn’t like the thought of someone taking his place as a jokester to you. Also why he brings you things he’d think you like from time to time, just to make sure you still have that special place in your heart for him <3

❥Hates hate hates when you call him bad or not good. He’s good! He swears! Remember how he’s helped you before! Gets all frowny when you call him not good and then call someone else good. He’s good too! Guess he has to prove it, AGAIN. It’s honestly kind of endearing how he has no clue how he actually kind of does like you? But not exactly in a romantic way? It’s honestly hard to label his feelings towards you, so why should I?

❥I’d say he’s the second most jealous in this list of characters, watching on angrily as you praise someone that isn’t him. Be prepared for magazines and books galore when he’s in this mood, trying to prove his worth to you. Kind of strange for someone to try so hard when they claim to not like you…

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mr. Silvair

❥Definitely the chillest one here. Doesn’t really get jealous at all :/ If anything, he finds it entertaining when you’re affectionate with others. Gives him more insight to his lab rats. Yes, he sees everyone as a lab rat. Idk, I can’t really see him get jealous.

❥Maybe…MAYBE if someone else tries doing research on you, or if Ms. Nurse treats you instead he’ll feel a bit off. Like…you’re his test subject, he knows you from the inside out…literally and not in the fun sense. Why would you go to someone who doesn’t know as much about you and how this world affects you? It’s very hard to spot his jealousy, doesn’t even notice it/recognize it himself. He just doesn’t want anyone to mess up his data…that’s all…totally.

❥In conclusion, not really jealous. Doesn’t feel like he needs to be. You’re ‘friends’, doctor and patient, mad scientist and lab rat not many others threaten that balance between you. 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mr. Chopped

❥Honestly…Mr. Chopped I’m kinda mixed on how he’d be. Like on one hand, I could totally see him getting jealous if you call others cute or pay too much attention to them. On the other…he could probably care less. He loves himself, you love him, why does he need to get jealous? It’s clear how much you like him with the way you pamper him. I mean we get so many examples where you’re affectionate to Mr. Crawling in front of Mr. Chopped and he doesn’t really bat an eye. 

❥Now, I can see if he gets a bit insecure he might get more jealous. Whether it be because Mr. Crawling pats your head or tucks you into bed, Mr. Chopped feels a bit sad. He’d like to tuck you in, you look so comfy. Might be just a bit pouty, eyeing you like a dissatisfied cat. Easily rectified with head pats or even cuddles. Gets side tracked from his jealousy as soon as you give him a sliver of attention honestly.

❥Mr. Chopped is fifty fifty when it comes to jealousy, but it’s never too bad. He’s pretty comfortable with what you both have and doesn’t really feel threatened by others. After all, you did call him cute.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mr. Hugeface

❥I wouldn’t say he gets jealous? More possessive than anything. Like that scene when Mr. Machete stumbles into his little makeshift dollhouse that he made for you and gets all angry that he’s there. It’s more of a ‘you’re not supposed to be here, this is our playtime’ more than actual jealousy. Throws a little fit whenever someone messes up your playtime. Very accusatory lmao.

❥Does not like when you try to escape. Was he not providing enough for you? Were you unhappy? You’re not allowed to leave! You’re his cute human! He can’t just find another one y’know. Mr. Hugeface may be lenient if he sees you happier, you need enrichment after all. Feels extra happy if you come back on your own violation. 

❥The most childish out of all the characters on this list. Isn’t afraid to throw tantrums, will also punish you by putting you in a solid concrete cube if he’s really upset. Yeah…not the most healthy of relationships to have…BUT! I do think you could convince him to be a bit better…? Maybe? Only if you put enough work in communicating with him though. Maybe punish him in your own way like leaving for longer if he threatens to trap you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mr. Scarletella

❥Uhhhhhhhhhhh. Top of the list when it comes to jealousy. Watches your every move with curiosity and spite. Why are you doing that to Mr. Crawling? Do it to him instead. Why do you look so happy braiding Mr. Chopped’s hair? Style his hair instead. Why are you looking so fondly amused at Mr. Gap? Don’t you find him amusing? You do like him, right? He likes you. He likes you a lot, and he thought he was enough…was he not?

❥Will stare through your skull. It is so intimidating. His smile? Strained, it makes your skin crawl. You have to make sure he doesn’t hurt your friends, he’s so close to snapping, but he knows that would upset you and that’s not his goal. So instead he stands ominously in the background, body staticing in and out while his hand clenches the handle of his umbrella. 

❥Not that easily mended. Likes to monopolize all your time and affection. Needs constant reassurance as well, he’s quite needy. If you like constant validation and no social life go for it, just don’t get too upset if he threatens your other monster friends…he can’t stand that you could like someone that wasn’t him.

[jadedbirch]

Gather around, my young friends and fellow dinosaurs, let me tell you about some BULLSHIT no one ever tells you about. I'm talking about menopause and perimenopause. Now, menopause has a very stringent medical definition. You have to not have had a period for exactly 12 months and a day to be considered in menopause. All the bullshit before that day once you start going through The Change is considered perimenopause. Here's some bullshit you might experience that people actually talk about when you're in perimenopause:

- shorter time between periods

- irregular periods

- hot flashes and/or cold flashes

- fucked up sleep

- OMG NIGHT SWEATS

- Vagina as dry as the Sahara desert

- lighter periods and/or endless bleeding like it's The Flood but it's in your pants

- lack of interest in Adult Fun Times

This time of joy can last anywhere from a couple of years to a god damn decade and there's no medical way right now to predict it.

Here's some of the REAL bullshit they don't tell you about but your dinosaur aunt is here to let you know:

- You can start perimenopause in your 30s, don't listen to idiot doctors who tell you you're "too young" because they don't know your body like you do.

- Perimenopause will make you HELLA DUMB. Seriously, I'm talking Bigly broken brain. Brain fog? Check. Short term memory? Wave goodbye to it. Ability to make words form out of thoughts? Yeah, good luck to you.

- Perimenopause can cause horrible fatigue because in addition to losing estrogen, you're also losing testosterone. Oh and that also leads to muscle wasting, cool cool.

- Things might suddenly hurt more because estrogen is known to be neuroprotective.

- If you're super lucky like I am, and like to collect rare illnesses, you might even get Burning Mouth Syndrome 💀

- And meanwhile, while you're going through this bullshit, you'll be getting gaslit by doctors who are operating based on 30 year old debunked data about how HRT causes breast cancer (not really) and that they shouldn't put you on it until you're in actual menopause. (Data shows starting HRT early can potentially prevent Alzheimer's in later years.)

- There are entire online clinics right now (I use Midi Health) focused on providing care for peri and menopausal patients and they will happily prescribe you HRT even if your regular PCP or OBGYN do not (if you meet the criteria). I've been pretty impressed with how holistically they view the patient. For full disclosure, I learned about them from my integrative health doctor and they do not accept Medicare (yet).

I'm 46 years old right now and I've been symptomatic for perimenopause for the last 8 years, although it's gotten the most dramatic in the past 2 years or so, which I hope means I'm almost done, holy hell. Yeah I was on the early side, but if it can happen to me, it can happen to you, so it's never too early to think about these things. And I hope to at least spare some of you the mind-fuckery I've been through because no one told me about most of this stuff, including my own mother who just DOESN'T REMEMBER what happened to her and now I completely understand why. And because I also have a connective tissue disease, I used to just dismiss my pain and fatigue as being caused by that illness rather than the loss of hormones.

Anyways, this is why we need Elders in our lives, so they can do Grandma Story Hour like I just did and validate you when the entire medical field tries to gaslight you. I hope you've found some or all of this educational/useful. Please share with your friends because we really do NOT talk about this stuff enough. (Ewwww Moon Blood!)

Stay well, and don't let the bastards grind you down!

[cryingpariah]

Every time some [INSERT FILLER INSULT HERE] bastard says Vivi can’t be the final Strawhat because she’s not strong or implies Luffy picks his crewmates based on how useful they are I want to legally change my name to Kyle so I can go around punching holes in drywall without consequences.

Powerscalers have their heads so shoved up Akainu's ass I’m seriously questioning if they really watch the show at all. Luffy has not and will not EVER pick a crewmate based solely on usefulness to him when this exact line of thinking pissed him off so bad during Arlong Park and his fight with Arlong.

Luffy picked Nami without ever seeing her actually navigate, he wanted Sanji without trying his cooking, he chose Chopper simply for being a fellow monster, he wasnt even aware little dude was even a doctor. He didn’t know what a Poneglyph was when he accepted Robin as one of their own. The same Luffy who considers one of the most important aspects of pirate life to be music and consistently saying how badly they need a musician??

I just know we aren’t talking about the guy that wanted to recruit a tree in Thriller Bark like this. “Oh but that was just a gag.” Maybe to us but not to Luffy, he really wanted that tree.

Luffy picked the people on his crew because he likes them, he’s an insanely good judge of character with a high level for emotional intelligence and people willfully choosing to ignore that undermines his character a lot.

The character you’re looking for? The one that picks his crew based solely on power and what they can do for him is Blackbeard. You know, THE ANTI-LUFFY.

DPMO and hop off my goat please and thank you.

[myreputatioooon]

AU so we can all be in denial

Futari Wa Pretty Cure AU with doctor4t and Luxintrus as the chosen Pretty Cures

Content SMP still has it's insanity going on but it got hit with the Boring Modern AU-inator

So let's say that Lux & R4t are both engineers or something else showing of their doohickeys at the same even to gain recognition and hopefully a well or better paying job

Lux is following in her dad Arathain's footsteps but she wants to reach for the stars. He either holds a position with the event holders or is checking it out in support of his daughter and also in hopes of making connections with up and coming geniuses

Cue Arathain finding a really good explosive drill automobile by doctor4t himself who he quickly starts networking with, planning contracts with him and— he could get that Netherite he's eyeing

See there's a place in the Nether the government is eyeing for a potential boon in Ancient Debris. Debris Arathain knows is there but it's gonna be time before the government claims or sells the area to the highest bidder

Unfortunately by the time the area is snagged, Arathain will still not have his contracts with R4t finalized

So it's simple, make some calls, steal and reconstruct r4t's design, maybe pin it on someone else to be sure and he's got his debris. He'll share it with the inventor, he's an opportunist, not a bastard

It doesn't work out evident by Doctor4t showing why he isn't to be fucked around with by hiring mercenary Clownpierce to get confessions out of Arathain's co-conspirators and going after the Mason himself

Lux finds out that R4t is after their dad and is like "what the hell are you doing?" And they fight on the way to Arathain and Lux tries to stop the fight and—

Then golden chains nuke Arathain. Not fun

Luxintrus is present and they're like "R4T WHAT THE FUCK!?" and R4T can only defend himself saying he had no clue what was going on

In comes Folly, or a servant of her, saying that they've been chosen to cleanse an evil from this world, that is already taking lives—Charter

Cue the two getting their magical transformation items and learning they can only become the magical warriors destined to save the world when they're together

doctor4t — Cure Rat. The fact that people out of the never never figure out the doctor rat is the cure rat is a comedy never lost on them

Luxintrus — Cure Moth, she even grows actual moth features when transformed. And keeps the less obvious ones as a human. That's a learning curve for her

[kendrysaneela]

Wow that went so much better than I thought it was going to? This show is surprisingly good at handling intense subjects. Like I was not expecting her to actually be pregnant so I was surprised by that but then also I was anxious that were gonna kinda throw out the Ody3 concept for a second but this episode made me feel like they’re still keeping that up there in the air and then that’s such an interesting way of bringing them back together and making them all rethink the white picket fence ideas they all have I think if that’s part of what they’re doing. And then having the cliffhanger be is she gonna keep it and who’s is it? Not to mention this will force them all to think about intimacy and think about being together and omg the possibilities here the possibilities. Also omg I love Tristan he did so good. Max I understand the babble even though I was telling him to shut up the whole time because medical school and doctor talk was not what Avery needed right then she needed normal person Max doctor Max so I’m glad Tristan called him out on that but Omg I was actually so not on board for the pregnancy thing when they brought it up in the trailer I and was like positive that it was gonna be a false positive and got anxious when they made the pregnancy real. But they handled that pretty well and actually made me enjoy the concept and understand it’s reasoning. Also it’s interesting how Max was like “What does that say about all of us” in terms of like are they all running from something or is this truly what they want? This show is surprisingly good at dealing with serious issues and being properly respectful and introspective about them. I think this storyline will make them all examine their lives and what they want out of them and truly why they all decided to come work on this cruise ship after all. It’s quite fascinating what they’ve done here. I don’t think I’ve ever actually ever like a surprise pregnancy storyline on a television show but the way they’ve set this storyline up is actually so interesting. And I’m excited for the possibilities it could bring. I don’t think she’s actually gonna have the baby because this is season 1 of a fun throuple boat show so I think miscarriage or abortion but I think this will make for some really interesting introspection among the three of them and if they all actually do want the heteronormative monogamous white picket fence life they’ve all discussed wanting.. Also tbh with everything going on in America right now I really like how they acknowledged that it is Avery’s body and Avery’s choice and Max and Tristan can support and give their thoughts but at the end of the day they don’t get a say. Really great thing to do. (Less serious Sidenote not them mentioning they had sex MULTIPLE TIMES that night? Go ya’ll😂)

[yourstarstruckbeloved]

kriti; an ode to devotion

dr. ratio x fem!reader, in which ratio finds himself absolutely smitten for a musician from earth.

content/warnings: 1.4k words, reader is very very feminine, referred to with she/her, reader is also indian and a maestro at indian classical music, i made this purely as a self-indulgent self-insert piece, religious imagery/writing, good ol’ potential ooc dr. ratio warning, he does not know ANYTHING about indian classical music or hindu culture, a few sanskrit terms used

author’s note: aaaah i can’t stop thinking about how dr. ratio would absolutely just fall in love with people passionate for their lines of work. i know this is pretty much just a self insert of my own but the thought of ratio with an s/o devoted to music or dance is so... <3

ratio feels like he’s sighed for the millionth time today. “didn’t you find someone else to do your bidding, gambler?” his question is met with a resounding and joyful nope! from aventurine, who drags him into the crowded theatre. “i had two tickets for this show because my friend was very kind. but no one else could make it on such short notice,” the blonde says, the smile never leaving his face. “so, i’m glad you came with me, doctor. ah! two empty seats! lucky us, eh?”

“whatever.”

ratio can’t say he’s the biggest fan of music— he dabbles in it from time to time, but nothing too much. it it weren’t for the gambler’s insistence, he would currently have been home and indulging in a relaxing bath; but alas, aventurine always gets what he wants. “i’m surprised you even have friends with a personality as repulsive as yours.”

“that hurt, you know,” aventurine says, clutching at his chest and forcing a pained expression onto his face. “do you really think i’m that bad?”

“no, i just think you are an idiot. or that the friends you have are equally as repulsive as you.”

the chatter around him turns into static white noise and he stares emptily at the blank stage, numbers and letters going left and right and center in his brain. the frustrating proof that the doctor had been trying to work on for weeks now is making a resurgence in his head. well, on second thought, maybe it’s not so bad that he got dragged out… perhaps, the doctor could make use of this opportunity to unplug and relax a bit. maybe the gambler isn’t so much of an idiot after all (aventurine knows, but he won’t let up).

ratio is snapped out of his daze as the curtains draw to a close, the stage now hidden behind them. a good portion of the crowd silences, in anticipation of the performance that was about to begin any second now. he heaves a sigh when the curtains reopen, a subconsciously bated breath being released.

in the middle of the stage sits a woman wearing a rich blue… robe? stole? no, it’s probably a saree, he surmises. “that’s her!” aventurine says excitedly with a gasp. “do you see her, doctor?” the soft light falling on the woman seems to reflect off of her in a subtle shine. almost like an ethereal goddess... “yes, i do, aventurine, i am not blind. i’m actually surprised you have friends from earth, of all planets.”

and ratio truly was genuinely surprised— not because he truly believed that aventurine’s personality would be an obstacle between him and his friendships, but because as far as he knew, earth was one of those tiny planets in a remote arm of the milky way galaxy. the people of earth tended to have their own cultures and gods that they worshipped instead of the aeons, and all of this differed widely between major regions on the planet. the… earthlings? well, in any case, they rarely ever travelled outside of their home planet— the maximum they usually ever went was within their planetary system. maybe they’re finally beginning to get out of their comfort zone? no one knows for sure.

the chatter of the crowd gradually dies down as three others assemble next to the woman with their instruments. she takes a sip from the bottle that lay next to her, and ratio notices the slight motion she makes with her hand. he assumes this was to get the show going, because the instrumentalists began playing their parts. they start with a monotonous and constant drone, after which the other stringed instrumentalist joins along with the harmonium player— and finally, you. ratio finds his interest piqued— he does not know much about earth and its customs and cultures.

you take a breath and you start singing. you start off slow and mellow, but ratio can feel the intensity and tempo of the performance gradually increasing— and with it, the intricacies of phrases that you’re singing. he finds it infuriatingly captivating, the way you jump through the chromatic scale with ease, like a deer prancing about in the forest. he wonders if you speak in melody.

ratio swears it’s the most masterful thing he’s ever listened to. he’s never listened to this kind of music ever in his life before, he knows nothing. it’s not as big as a choir or orchestra— and yet, he finds it amazing, the ease with which you conduct everyone with a flick of your hand. no… it’s not conducting. it seemed too unauthoritative to be. honestly, he has a lot of questions but for now he lets himself think of it simply for what it probably was— a well coordinated performance (and he would not be wrong to think of it that way either).

the skillful gliding of your voice has ratio enamoured. he finds it impressive, how easily you seem to be gliding over three octaves of notes without breaking out into as much as a sweat. he can only imagine the years and years of practice that must have gone into gaining such mastery— you make it look as easy as breathing. he would be lying if he said he didn’t find it attractive to some degree at the very least.

it takes him completely by surprise when you look in his direction and shoot your biggest most saccharine smile ever. and then he remembers about your supposed friendship with the man next to him and realises that it wasn’t for him. the gambler wasn’t lying, eh? who was ratio kidding, you didn’t even know him.

but he’s starting to become far gone. ratio isn’t a sapiosexual or whatever, by any means, even if he comes off as such. he knows that people think he would only be willing to date someone who has more phds than he does, but that’s not true at all. ratio believes that one must be passionate about anything that they choose to do. ultimately, that’s really what gets him hooked. he’s absolutely taking delight in looking at the fruits of your years of devotion to your art. and you, your performance is so enchanting it almost hurts. he feels like a dazed sailor drawn to a siren.

heh, it wouldn’t be so bad if the siren was you, he thinks, but immediately cringes at the thought afterward, discarding it into some corner of his brain he hopes to never see again.

oh, aventurine isn’t blind to any of this. he looks at the doctor’s eyes glued onto the stage with hyperfocus, and laughs. he doesn’t miss the way his grip on the armrests grow tighter and tighter, the flexing and tensing of his muscles obvious. who would’ve thought that his musician friend from earth of all people would’ve had the doctor whipped? he supposes it wasn’t a bad decision to bring ratio along, after all.

the audience bursts into thunderous clapping once you hit the end of your performance. ratio almost thought there was going to be no end to it— not that he’d complain though, it would’ve given him more time to study your performance, your art, more time to study you. “that was… that was a splendid performance. i wasn’t expecting to find myself hooked onto a musical of all things, seems like you aren’t completely bad, gambler.” ratio is completely candid with his compliment.

“oh, i know how much you enjoyed this,” aventurine says rather suggestively, catching the doctor off-guard. “hey, i’m going into the backstage to meet her— would you like to tag along?”

ratio is elated at the offer. of course he’d want to meet you, he’s got so many questions and— “sure…” his expression remains as stoic as ever. he’s always been able to count on himself but now? he hopes his deadpan image isn’t betrayed by his feelings, and he finds it so impossibly difficult to fight back the smile that’s slowly creeping onto his features as he watches you and aventurine converse like you were best friends reunited.

“this is my friend, doctor ratio!”

“oh, so you’re the doctor that everyone talks about! nice to meet you, i’m _____.”

you knew him already? well, it’s no big deal, you must have heard about him from aventurine. fuck, you look so much more heavenly up close. you’re like the manifestation of a goddess, with the way you seem to literally radiate a glow and everything. shit, if he didn’t know any better, he’d think you were an emanator of beauty, or an incarnation of devi saraswati (he hopes he isn’t thinking of the wrong goddess with his limited knowledge of hindu culture).

“likewise. just veritas is fine, too. that was an absolutely phenomenal performance, back then.”

veritas doesn’t know the first thing about the gods you sung the praises of during your performance, but he does think that your devotion to the art must be unmatched. he feels like you are a personification of the heavens, and he’s blind to everything that isn’t your divine beauty. there’s something so ancient about your art, and you’re almost like an envoy of the gods— aeons, you’re slowly getting him wrapped around your damn finger, and he doesn’t think he’s going to do anything to stop it.

“thank you, veritas,” you smile at him, and he feels a slight warmth. “i’ll be performing again at the grand theatre soon. you’ll be there, right?”

[watercolor-hearts]

Tell me more about the little Max story? ❤️

Half of what I have written so far, just for you. ❤

The post where I explain this universe is this, for those who don't know it yet. 😊 In short, in this universe little Max's main interest is hearts, he likes to listen to it, feel it, tap the rhythm and things like that. And because he's really interested in how hearts work, Daniel takes little Max with him to his pre-season medical check-up (so he could ask the doctor questions Daniel can't answer), and this story starts when they get home after.

“Maxy got sickers!” little Max exclaims excitedly when they step into the apartment after Daniel's pre-season medical check-up.

“Did he?” Daniel asks as he hangs their coats and puts Max's boots on the shoe shelf.

“Yes,” Maxy nods, already trying to fish them out of the pockets of his trousers.

“Let's sit down on the couch, there you can show them to daddy,” Daniel says as they step into the living room and head to the couch.

“Look, daddy! I've got three!” Maxy shows the number on his hand and then puts the stickers on Daniel's tigh after he manages to get them out of his pocket in one piece.

“Oh, woow!” Daniel pretends to be surprised like he didn't actually see when the nurse handed it to Max after hearing him talk about how cool it looked on daddy's chest and that he really liked it. “Only the really good boys get this many stickers,“ he says as he leans down to kiss Max's hair. “And you were a really good boy today.”

“I've got three because three is my favorite number! Daddy's number,” he pointed to Daniel's pinky with the number 3 tattooed on it. “Can we put them on, daddy?”

“On daddy's chest or on Maxy's?”

“Maxy's! Maxy wants to look like daddy did.”

[icarusredwings]

A couple of days later, It was Wade's turn to be the one limping. And not from what he wanted to be limping from either.

Sometimes, this happens. A cancer ball will form in his kneecap, causing him much more pain than he thought. He always thought it was bullshit. How the cancer knew exactly where to go to hurt him. Must be all the braincells they were eating. Perhaps one day the cancer would decide to go to Harvard too. Good riddance.

Limping himself from the bedroom to the couch, he was silent. Teeth grit. That's how you knew he was genuinely in pain. If it was just a bit sore, he'd go 'ow ow ow ow' with each step, but this? It burned. It ached. It stabbed. It felt like adding weights around his knee that pressed certain, sensitive nerves.

Logan, who was in the kitchen, struggling himself to cut stuff up with a knife. Now- why would the wolverine need to use a knife? Well the same reason he got whiskey dick. He was getting older. And about damn time, but it seems the more domestic their life got, the less popping his claws wanted to do.

Even right this second, they were only about a quarter out, making his hand stiff and inflamed from his blood cells, trying to quickly heal around the metal.

Dropping the knife the first time, Wade didn't even flinch, teeth still grit and breathing out as he slathered a stinky green gel all over his leg.

The second time he dropped it, though, the growl of frustration got his attention.

"What are you doing in there, Wolvie?" He asks, wiping the remaining gel from his hand on his shin and under his knee as well.

"Nothin.."

"Bull. What's wrong?"

"I keep dropping it.."

"I noticed." The tone wasn't mocking, but playful. "You tired or something, peanut? Come're you can nap on me. I'm about to watch that doctor show where he beats people with his cane."

"I dont think that's what that show is about.." he muttered but obliged, sighing as he came over.

"Watch my leg, oka- Ooh.. sweetheart.. come're, I'll fix it." Wade says, reaching out to take the hand but Logan ripped it away, pulling it to his chest like an injured stray dog, a soft growl rising up in his throat.

"Okay.. okay.. just lay down then. I won't touch it.. promise.."

But Logan could smell through his sincere lies. Smelling through the obvious bullshit at his attempt to calm him. He takes a deep breath, smelling the chemicals on him and how much pain he was in. It was about a 9 today. By 10 he would have him cut off the limb, but he doesn't very much enjoy that. Letting Logan see his tiny baby legs and arms. Sent shivers up his spine thinking about it.

The look in his eyes though were sweet. Genuienly filled with a longing to help. He sighs heavily, deciding to carefully lay down on top of his chest, letting himself settle in.

A breath he didn't even know he was holding in released, falling flat against the man, tucking his hands under him for comfort.

"There he is.. my big strong boy.." he coes, letting the intro of the show play as his hands go to his back and his head, running fingers down his spine, caressing his shoulders and detangling his hair with his fingers, gently giving him a good scratch in the spots he liked.

Again, Logan sighs, letting out a deep huff of relief as he closes his eyes. "..mmh... what about dinner?"

"Leave it. I'm not really hungry today anyway." He admits, his fingers slowly trailing down his elbow, to his wrist only for Logan to sit up, pulling his hand away again.

"I said no."

"Honey... Let me fix it."

This was a truth. He could fix it. At least, Wade really thought he could.

He glared for a moment. ".. no.. you're gonna put that bio freeze crap on me and it's gonna be too cold. T-theyre metal, Wade."

"Actually, I was going to put some icyhot on it and rub it in all nice between your knuckles. You like when I rub your knuckles." He whispers, giving him that smirk that makes Logans face darken, whining. "That's the same thing."

He shook his head slowly. "No, it's not. I never use Biofreeze on you. You know I wouldn't do that to you, baby. Besides. That shits too expensive to share. Icy hot is cold a bit to soothe your joints and then gets warm to help your muscles. I would never freeze burn you, Logan." He tells him, knowing how bad it must have felt to have such coldness on his bones if he had regular bones, and it still was too cold sometimes.

Another truth.

"Mmmh..." He protested, complaining quietly as he laid back down, finally handing over the hand, taking it back when Wade popped open the container and was miliseconds from spreading it.

"Loagie... you have to trust modern medicine. Not everything can be solved by 'sticking it out' and you don't deserve to be in so much pain." He tells him, quiet and calming.

'You dont deserve to be in so much pain'

It rang through his head like church bells.

Swallowing, he lays back down for the 3rd time, flinching softly with whimper when he began to rub it on. Small amounts, circling and pressing in specifc points.

"Shhh.. I know. I know." He whispers, kissing the top of his head, still running his fingers through his hair as he rubs in the blueish cream.

The cold felt like he was burning from the inside out, like touching dry ice, trying to breathe out as he burried his face into his neck.

"Shhh... That's a good boy... shh."

It didn't take long until the chemicals shifted, changing into warmth, a hotness thawing the ice, and heating the muscles, tendons, and skin.

With a soft SHNK they were finally back inside. He groaned a bit, flexing his hand to settle them back where they belonged, but Wade didn't stop rubbing.

In fact, he started to hum and nuzzle him. "There we go.. all better." He tells him, letting the holes in his skin heal before rubbing those too.

From the warm release, how comfy his boyfriend was, and genuienly how tired he truely was, his eyes close as Wade switched hands, starting to work on the other one too, kissing it before hand.

"See? I told you I would fix it. You're okay, Wolvie.. you never need to worry. I'll fix it." He whispers, rubbing his back with his nails the way he liked.

"Everytime.. promise."

Fortified comfort

Based on this post

In the quiet of their shared apartment, Logan leaned heavily against the arm of the couch, clenching his jaw as the familiar ache in his joints flared up. The strain of carrying around an adamantium-laced skeleton was no small burden, and tonight, it was worse than usual. Every step sent jolts of pain through his body, as if his very bones were grinding against each other. His pride kept him upright most of the time, but right now, his legs felt like they’d buckle any second.

Logan glanced over at Wade, who was sprawled out on the couch, focused on some over-the-top action flick, entirely unaware of the struggle going on just a few feet away. Logan gritted his teeth, instinctively moving down onto his hands to take some of the weight off his legs. He knew this helped—it always did—but the thought of doing it in front of Wade felt… strange. Uncomfortable, even. He didn’t want Wade to see him this way, didn’t want to look like some injured animal crawling around.

But the pain surged, and Logan finally gave in, letting his weight settle onto all fours. Moving like this took the edge off the agony; his joints didn’t scream quite as loudly, and he could almost breathe a sigh of relief. He tried to stay quiet, hoping Wade wouldn’t notice.

It didn’t work.

Logan felt Wade’s gaze before he even turned to look.

“What’s up, Wolvie?” Wade’s voice was softer than usual, no hint of teasing or mockery.

His brow was furrowed, the usual grin replaced by a look of concern.

“Just… hurts more tonight,” Logan muttered, not meeting Wade’s eyes.

He stayed close to the floor, his pride burning with a mix of embarrassment and frustration.

Wade’s gaze softened even more, and without a word, he got up from the couch. He disappeared down the hall, and Logan, confused, shifted to watch him go. A few moments later, Wade returned with a pile of pillows and a couple of blankets, a mischievous smile pulling at his lips.

“Alright, buddy, if the couch isn’t working for you, we’re taking this to the floor.” Wade moved to the coffee table, arranging the pillows and blankets underneath it until it looked like a cozy little den.

He draped a couple of blankets over the top of the table, creating a shaded, enclosed space underneath.

“Wade, what are you doing?” Logan asked, a little bewildered.

Wade just shrugged, that easygoing grin still on his face. “Building a fort, obviously. Every self-respecting hero needs one. Now come on, get comfortable. Movie’s only halfway done.”

Despite himself, Logan felt a flicker of gratitude. Wade’s nonchalance, the way he didn’t bat an eye at the whole situation, took some of the sting out of his pride. Moving carefully, he crawled over to the little setup, easing himself onto the pile of pillows under the table. It felt…comfortable. Soothing, almost.

Wade slipped into the fort beside him, positioning himself so Logan’s head could rest on his lap. Logan hesitated for a moment, but when he felt Wade’s hand rest gently on his back, he allowed himself to relax, letting his head settle onto Wade’s thigh. The tension in his body began to ease, and a low sigh escaped his lips.

Wade reached into his pocket, pulling out a small jar of tiger balm. “Got this stuff for ya,” he murmured. “Thought it might help.”

Logan’s eyes flicked up to meet Wade’s, a quiet gratitude hidden in his gaze. Without another word, Wade unscrewed the cap, dipping his fingers into the balm before gently massaging it onto Logan’s back, focusing on the spots where the tension seemed to settle the most. The cooling sensation mixed with the warmth of Wade’s hands, and Logan felt a bit of the pain melt away, replaced by a comfort he didn’t know he’d needed.

As Wade’s fingers worked into his back, Logan let his eyes drift closed. For once, he didn’t feel like he had to put on a front, didn’t have to grit his teeth and bear the pain alone. Here, with Wade’s touch soothing his aches and the makeshift fort around them, he felt… safe. Accepted. Like he could let his guard down without worrying about judgment or pity.

Wade’s voice was soft, breaking the quiet. “Hey, Logan…you don’t have to worry about this stuff with me, you know? However you need to get around, however you need to handle things—I’m here. I got you.”

Logan’s chest tightened, and he opened his eyes, looking up at Wade.

“Thanks,” he murmured, voice rough but sincere. “Means a lot.”

Wade just smiled, his fingers still working soothing circles into Logan’s back. “Anytime, peanut. Anytime.”

They stayed like that, the quiet of the room wrapping around them, the soft hum of the movie in the background. For the first time in what felt like forever, Logan felt at peace, the pain in his body faded to a dull whisper as he rested in the warmth of Wade’s presence.

[paniknanikin]

WEEPING ANGEL BLANKET IS DONE!

I feel like I say this every time, but I think this one is my favorite

[sciderman]

Yk, I hate that adaptations keep making Peter a high schooler, and not just because it means he never evolves, but because the adaptations now also include wider Marvel, whitch usually (thanks to the MCU) is at the modern day stage with legacy characters and new age teen heroes, meaning that Peter is taking up Miles' spot and you can really tell when they put him next to someone like Kamala Khan or Sam Alexander who are Miles' pals. Tho Peter taking Miles' stuff is just a modern issue overall, just look at MCU whitch just stole and re-skinned Miles' personality, characters, story-beats, even the costume to an extent and then made it worse.

agree 👏

[crookedfivefingers]

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link to the post I accidentally wound up prattling endlessly about in the tags 💀

[my-deer-friend]

This might be highly contingent on which field you're in, but here are my two cents based on when I was doing a PhD (in org studies) + my husband who is currently doing a PhD (in art) + experience presenting at academic and professsional conferences.

Start presenting ASAP.

My PhD advisor told me to always respond to calls for conference papers, even while my work was very preliminary and even for the "big, shiny, they'll-never-want-me" conferences. For one, it's good practice, but also you've been working on this for [years], so you know things – likely more than you give yourself credit for. It's really just about the framing.

If you don't have any findings yet, the best advice I was given is: "Question" papers can be just as interesting as "answer" papers – in other words, "here is the question I'm asking in my research and how I'm going about answering it" versus "this is the result I've found".

(My husband presented a paper recently that was, quite literally, "here are the questions I'm asking in my doctorate".)

You also don't have to present on your actual subject expertise area. Bascially, if there is anything about what you are doing (practically or academically) that has made someone go, "Huh, that's interesting," then it can be a paper. That could include:

Something novel about your research process

Your methodology

Lit review (crib it from your proposal)

A nifty data management technique

Something you and others have struggled to do (read 19th century cursive, for example) that you've developed an approach for

Any kind of trends in the data that you've identified so far

Something tangential to your research but that may be of interest to others ("I'm focusing on his fashion choices, but here's a rundown of all the battles he talks about being in")

Lots of conferences have a grad student seminar section and in my experience these are always 1) more forgiving in terms of topics/findings, and 2) pretty popular (because academics know this is where the new and interesting stuff is going to show up).

I know there is a lot of (extremely valid) fear about "scooping" in academic circles, but the counterpoint is that the sooner you get out there with little bits and pieces of your work, the more solid a claim you can make to that little corner of the field. You need to start taking up space.

Here's a question I'm a bit embarrassed to ask my advisor: How do I (a chronic perfectionist) start writing conference papers from the work-in-progress research I'm currently doing?

[benisasoftboi]

I love it when Doctor Who is just stupid. Just fully understands, and tells you wholeheartedly, that it is a ridiculous programme that no one should take seriously. The Daleks are fighting robot Dracula and the Doctor’s defeating Evil Bertie Bassett with lemonade and an alien wasp with psychic powers is impregnating a human woman and everyone’s riding Segways to the final boss chamber. And this horrible creature is the Beep Of All The Meeps and David Tennant has yaoi hands and our villain is dressed as a drum major and dancing to the Spice Girls even though that has nothing whatsoever to do with his evil gimmick and yes. This is it. This is television. What bliss

[clowns0cks]

GODDDDS JUST SAW A POST THAT MADE ME SO ANGRY GODDAMN IT

[gurokatt]

I'm gonna be honest

those posts that are like

"I watch [show/movie] for the plot" and it's a picture of a conventionally attractive person with the caption "the plot" kinda just.. annoy me.

Like, does fandom even care about plot anymore? so much of fandom culture is only caring about couples, self shipping or actors...

I actually like the plot. I want to talk about the plot.

Watching a movie or show and getting excited when finishing so i can talk about the plot, only to go onto the tag and see 100+ thirst posts and ship art instead of, idk analysis on the plot and stories of each character...

this is why i go to youtube more often than not, cause people actually write analysis on movies and shows i like... instead of just shipping

[lord-squiggletits]

Bolts upright from my bed

In an AU where Pharma lives the Adaptus thing and comes back on the Lost Light, wouldn't he find out that the crew had to deal with being cornered and nearly killed by the DJD and a bunch of other Decepticons?

And then Pharma could get to be like "oh I see :) you were under threat by the DJD :))) why didn't you just run? Oh you couldn't and had no means of escape? Funny :)))) didn't you call for help? Oh you did right??? And did anyone come???? :)))))) did anyone come in time to save you from the DJD????? DID THEY????? DID YOU JUST CALL FOR HELP AND RUN AWAY AND THE DJD JUST LET YOU GO????? :))))))))))) OH THE DJD BLOCKED COMMUNICATIONS AND HAD YOU SURROUNDED????? OH HOW TRAGIC I GUESS YOU COULDN'T ESCAPE AFTER ALL AND A LOT OF YOUR FRIENDS DIED :)))))))))))))))) AND THE ONLY REASON YOU WON WAS BECAUSE YOU HAD A LOT OF SUPERPOWERFUL FIGHTERS ON YOUR SIDE???? WOW IMAGINE WHAT MIGHT'VE HAPPENED IF YOU HAD NO FRIENDS AND BARELY ANY MILITARY SUPPORT AND THE DJD CAME HUH??? WOW WHAT A RELIEF THAT DIDNT HAPPEN"

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In other words, I'm pretty much convinced that the reason Pharma is remembered as "the evil cowardly doctor that murdered innocents to save his own skin" instead of "the Autobot that got mindbroken by Tarn into thinking that making a plague and killing everyone was his only way to escape" is because he got introduced before the DJD were established as a pants-shittingly evil and sadistic group of freaks, and unlike Rodimus' crew he didn't have the luxury of being a main character whose thoughts and experiences were shown on screen. Pretty much his reputation as "crazy token evil Autobot" was sealed from MTMTE #5 and by the time MTMTE #50-something brought Dying of the Light, Pharma was a footnote in the story and never got to have this new information about the terror of the DJD factored into his own character.