#gigantic brain

[thethcministry]

[obwjam]

TO THE ONE WHO WANTS MORE IAN I GOT YOU-

In the dense jungles of Isla Nublar, a place known for its prehistoric wonders and scientific mysteries, a unique and tiny inhabitant found herself in the most perilous of situations. Her name was Elara, a mere three-inch woman who lived in harmony with the island's lush flora and fauna. She possessed an ancient secret, a bond with the natural world that allowed her to understand and communicate with the creatures of Isla Nublar.

One fateful day, a group of ruthless campers arrived, driven by the misguided belief that Elara was a rare specimen for their research. Ignoring her pleas for freedom, they captured her and locked her in a makeshift cage deep within the jungle. Elara, terrified and alone, could only hope for a miracle.

Little did she know, a renowned chaos theorist named Dr. Ian Malcolm had also come to Isla Nublar for his own reasons. He had heard rumors of the unique biodiversity on the island and had arrived to observe its ecosystems. While wandering through the jungle, Ian stumbled upon the campers' base, and his keen instincts immediately sensed that something was amiss.

As he approached the camp, Ian overheard their sinister plans to dissect and study Elara, treating her as a scientific marvel rather than a living being. Shocked and outraged, Ian decided he couldn't stand idly by. With a heart full of empathy and a plan forming in his mind, he set out to rescue the tiny woman.

Using his knowledge of chaos theory and his natural charisma, Ian concocted a clever ruse to distract the campers. He created a commotion on the far side of the camp, drawing their attention away from Elara's cage. As the campers rushed to investigate, Ian slipped into the enclosure, his heart pounding with determination.

Inside the cage, Elara was initially terrified when this giant of a man approached her. Trembling tremendously, she clung to the bars of her cage, fear coursing through her tiny frame. Ian, realizing her intense fear, stopped and knelt down to her level, extending a hand toward her slowly.

"Hey there," he said in a soft, soothing voice. "I'm not here to hurt you. I want to help."

With her heart pounding, Elara slowly released her grip on the cage bars and reached out to him. Her tiny hands, shaking with fear, trying to grasp onto Ian's shirt as if it were her lifeline. She looked into his eyes, her own filled with terror, but also a glimmer of hope. For the first time in forever, she felt safe and protected.

With gentle reassurance, Ian picked the lock of her cage and carefully cradled her in his hand, mindful of her fragile size. Elara, still trembling and holding onto his shirt, found solace in the warmth and protection of this unexpected savior.

As they made their escape into the jungle, Elara clung tightly to Ian's shirt, her small fingers clutching it as if it were her anchor in this unfamiliar world of giants. Her trust in Ian slowly grew with each step, knowing that he was her only chance for survival in this perilous place.

As they reached the safety of a hidden grove, Elara's trembling began to subside, and her fear gradually transformed into gratitude. She knew that not all giants were a threat, and Ian Malcolm had proven to be her unlikely hero. Together, they decided to work to preserve the delicate balance of Isla Nublar, ensuring that the island's wonders would continue to thrive without falling into the wrong hands. Elara's faith in humanity was restored, and Ian Malcolm had a new cause to champion, one that transcended the chaos he had always known.

They stood as a symbol of the unlikely alliances that could be formed in the face of danger, united by a shared love for the natural world and the determination to protect it.

i feel like i should be paying you for all of this like holy shit we are being BLESSED with content rn??? i would watch a whole movie of this

[taylachan]

Saint of Devotion

[boomdeyadah]

From renowned Good Omens fic author TawnyOwl95 comes Take Me To Heaven, based on 1992’s American comedy classic Sister Act!

This is a part of @do-it-with-style-events Silver Screen Bang! Thanks so much to Tawny for letting me create art for this fic. It’s got everything: musical comedy, secret identities, the church, denial, small town scandal, yearning, and lots of twists you won’t want to miss.

[steamclouds]

Always a good time to remind your big astral kitty that she's the goodest girl

[pretend-erin]

My current obsession

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Outbreak Pt 1 (LU in Healthcare)

(Content warning: This is likely to hit close to home for everyone as it's essentially a pandemic fic told from healthcare workers' POV. It's as mild as I can make it, with the boys dealing with their usually lives and stuff, since I don't want this to be a drawn out fic, but still. FYI.)

It started like a whisper.

One case. A new illness, a variant of a disease that had torn through Hyrule's military during the war, had popped up in the outskirts of the Gerudo Desert. Someone who had traveled there recently brought it to Castle Town. But it was just one case.

Everyone had been put on alert with emails from the health department, but no one had really thought much of it. Legend had seen plenty of scares in the past - just as recently as two years ago, there had been another stir like this over a far deadlier disease, and nothing had come of it.

But this new disease--officially named Respiratory Failure Influenza, colloquially called Arfy by healthcare workers, and unofficially called Yiga's Revenge by the public given its point of origin and how it was tearing cities in the desert apart--was starting to make an impact.

To the world at large, the media would not stop talking about Arfy and stirring up the public. Inside Hyrule General, though, the staff was pretty calm about it.

"Who names a disease Arfy, anyway?" one of Legend's coworkers chuckled.

Legend shrugged and stretched. "I've heard worse. At least it's not based after somebody's name - I hated memorizing all those names for diseases. Nowadays the naming scheme's much better - respiratory failure influenza makes it pretty straightforward to figure out what happens."

"Preach," a tech who was in nursing school grumbled.

Time walked by as they chatted, and Legend nodded in greeting, throwing out, "Whatever reason you're here for, it wasn't me, my patients are fine."

The trauma surgeon smirked. "I'm not here for your patients, no."

Legend bristled. "Look, this is my first night shift, I haven't been working insane hours."

Time outright cackled now. "I was consulted for someone else. Relax."

"Good," Legend huffed. "Anyway, did you hear there's a case of Arfy in town? I haven't seen them pop through here, though, think they got diagnosed at an urgent care clinic."

Time hummed thoughtfully, growing serious. "Hopefully it just stays one case."

"Eh," Legend shrugged again with a noncommittal sound. "The media stirs everyone up. This happened last time, and it was contained and never came here."

"Arfy's cousin nearly killed me during the war," Time noted gravely. "Don't underestimate it too much. The fact that it's a brand new strain, and the typical medications for its cousin don't work on it, isn't promising."

"Look, I'm not saying it isn't something to take seriously," Legend argued mildly. "But it's isolated to three cities in Gerudo Desert, and then the one guy who came here. The media makes it sound like the world's ending."

"They tend to do that," Time agreed, looking down the hallway. "But in either case... let's just hope it stays as one case."

Wild wandered over at that point with an empty stretcher, having just transported someone to the floor, and both men honed in on him. He looked pale and distracted, but he somehow still managed to notice their scrutiny.

Wild watched them silently, not seeming eager to speak. So Legend talked first. "You want to explain what happened earlier?"

Time glanced between the two, brow furrowing in confusion, and he silently observed the exchange. Wild seemed to grow colder, crossing his arms, but Legend wasn't going to back down.

When his friend remained silent, Wild pressed, "Rulie said it looked like you had another absence seizure when we were dealing with that heart attack patient. Tell me what's wrong. Now."

"I didn't have a seizure," Wild assured them as Time took a protective step towards him. "Look, I just..."

The young man sighed, shriveling into himself further.

"Link," Time said sternly. "I understand you have a lot of things in your past that you're trying to reconcile. But not telling us led to you going undiagnosed and getting into a wreck that almost killed you. What's wrong?"

"When I have absence seizures, sometimes I just zone out. But other times, I get hit with... I don't know, I feel like seizures don't give you memories, okay? I don't think it was a seizure. It was a trigger."

"Trigger?" Legend repeated. "You got PTSD?"

Wild blinked, thought about it, and shrugged while shaking his head. "Probably not. Sorry. Bad phrasing."

"You have said before that you don't remember much of the war and your past because you sustained serious injuries," Time supplied. "I know you did. I operated on you. Twice."

"Sorry," Wild mumbled sheepishly.

"Just tell us what's wrong," Legend insisted as gently as he could. "What set you off?"

Wild was silent for a long time, and Legend almost grew impatient. However, eventually, he finally said, "I... I know the guy. The one who you were taking to the cath lab. I knew him be-before. Please, I don't want to talk about it right now."

Time and Legend exchanged a look, and the surgeon shook his head. Legend sighed, backing off. "Okay. But you're okay? Like physically?"

"Yeah," Wild answered, voice growing raw. Legend watched him worriedly.

"You know, you can talk to us," the nurse tried to say, but Wild shook his head.

"I don't want to talk about it," he repeated.

Time nodded, putting a hand on the young man's shoulder. "When you're comfortable, we're all here for you, okay?"

Wild stared at Time for too long, eyes watering, and he cleared his throat, nodding and walking away.

Legend bit his lip, swallowed, and looked back at Time. The surgeon was still watching Wild go down the hall. A call bell light went off, as well as a cautionary alarm on the monitors, and the nurse had to return to work, brain filled with too many thoughts and worries.

Time found himself far more nostalgic than he needed to be. Wild's words about his past, about the war, and this new virus that was kin to the one that had almost killed the surgeon were mixing together. He sighed, shaking his head. This all just needed to resolve.

He would keep an eye on Wild. That was the bigger issue than anything else.

It started like a whisper. But the roar of their pasts was coming for them, haunting and rumbling and demanding everyone’s attention.

[zorionbbq]

here's our part for the castle of cagliostro reanimated collab!!! :^]]

boards, colors, mouth shapes by @kh358days2

designs, animation, post-production by me

[art--harridan]

[Image description: A digital drawing of Elizabeth Shelley and Jeffrey Franken from the film Frankenhooker. Elizabeth has her arm, which is coming loose from its stitches, draped around Jeffrey. This hand holds a beaker still for him, which is full of a glowing blue liquid. Her other hand holds a bag of Super Crack rocks to her side. She's wearing Jeffrey's head mirror, and gazing at him fondly. Jeffrey has the frankensteined female body he has at the end of the film, but he's dressed in his medical scrubs. One of his hands uses a pipette to drop more of the liquid into the beaker, while the other holds a match beneath it. He is focused on Elizabeth instead of the chemical process, looking lovingly up at her. Their poses are greatly entwined. Sparks of lightning, the same colour as the liquid, come off of the pair. Some sparks take the shape of love hearts. They are coloured in warm tones. There is a deep pink background.]

Inktober - Day 28 (Jumbo)

Film - Frankenhooker (Frank Henenlotter, 1990)

[letthestorieslive]

[brewed-pangolin]

@femalefemur Cyn.....you get the gold star. ✨️ Best compliment ever. Hands down. Framing it and mounting it on my wall.

[tekra-brings-the-rain]

every show needs chaotic adhd bisexual paired with introverted autistic gay

[cockyroaches]

Hey do you guys think- ah nevermind

[datas00ng]

"you don't look autistic" oh im sorry let me just-

is this autistic enough for you?

[notnewtothescene]

i saw ur last post and man........swapduo...using their wings....as blankets for cuddle time.....and also to whack each other in the face when they're being annoying.......

I gave in

[puppygirlgirldick]

real big dehumanization hours. real big spend hours in bed throwing my mind into elaborate fantasies of being able to surrender my humanity and be considered legally someone's pet hours. construct a bunch of half baked scenarios and let my brain sit in them until it shuts off and i lay here quietly shuddering with need thinking about someone cooing praise at me for being strong to make it this far despite very clearly not being a person, soothing and apologizing that i had to be made to endure that, promising that it's all over and now i'm safe and i can be the dumb little puppy i really am and they'll never let me go. just crying and chanting thank you thank you thank you like a prayer as i feel my mind slip away like a muscle i held taut for far far too long relaxing for the first time ever like blessed relief a burden i could never bear being lifted from my shoulders that they handle oh so easily and it's the final proof that i was never meant for humanity and it feels like freedom when that is the last human thought i ever have