#i love professor proton

[dinosaurwithablog]

It's Professor Proton!!! 😁😍

[rookfang]

how does laika get her equipment for mixtures? Like i know we've talked about her being a mad science type, can you elaborate on that? Also can u tell the class about her time in the fade prison and what happens to her after that? Ok love u bye bye.

CURIOUS NOT-SO-ANONS . ACCEPTING .

I've decided to poke at this one out of character, for as much fun as trying to describe it all in character would be, I'm slowly losing all braincells.

MAD-ISH SCIENTIST:

Yes, I have occasionally described Laika has a ' mad scientist ' but it is more accurate to describe her as a pre-to-peri Victorian chemist. The era of science I'm picturing is that of John Dalton - an understanding of some of the underlying principles, but not all of them. There is a foundation of knowledge to pull from, but it is patchy, and very untested. Laika knows that something in the structure of saltpeter ( potassium nitrate ) causes it to amplify other ignitions, but doesn't know that ( on a fundamental level ) it's the amount of protons, and its reactivity is caused by the amount of free electrons in the valence ring. Because how the fuck could she?

I've said it once, I'll say it again: Laika is nerfed by not having access to an electron microscope.

Laika's equipment and supplies are taken from universities in Tevinter. I say ' taken ' but, usually, they are pieces that are already being thrown out; microscopes that need new lenses, or are too damaged for the professors to bother to repair, but for Laika, that's fair game. Otherwise, she gets supplies from wholesalers, or repatriated from the cabinets of Magisters. There are some things she has to collect herself, but for the most part, there's enough of an Alchemist's Guild within Tevinter that she can just write a letter and get stuff delivered. Exchange money for goods and service. That said, she does know how to forage for certain things as needed ( nightshade, poppies, etc. ) when traveling on the road.

THE FADE PRISON / FADE-TOUCHED

Now this is an idea that is... not quite canon, yet, because I'm still toying and chewing on it. However, I'll indulge you and myself here.

The Fade Prison was an experience for Laika. The Veilguard come to mean so much to her, that one of them choosing sacrifice - achieving what Laika has been trying to choose for herself... Actually, let me talk about that, first:

This is all actually built from — I suppose, my misunderstanding of the game's cues. I very much thought that Rook had BIG red death flags, all over the place. "And now, I die?" I mean, come on. So I built Laika into a character that is defined by a need for a good death. Death in service of a better tomorrow. That, then, someone else sacrifices themself, is enough to seal her in the prison.

Her escape happens much the same as canon; she untangles lies from truth, and makes room for acceptance. As much as she felt she had a responsibility to protect her friends, they are still people. If they make a choice, and she cannot claim it, she cannot say it was her fault. To do so would deny them their personhoods.

In accepting that not everything is hers to control, and all she can do is mourn and move on as they would want — the Fade.... bends to Laika. Bends around her, in the same breath that she makes space for her own mourning ( of the lost companions, of Varric ) the Fade cups around her heart.

When first out of the Fade, Laika is still not quite convinced of the reality she's in. I assume the party helps her, in this regard though we do not see this in game—— But, there's simply too much going on for her to notice that the Veil is... weird. Around her.

I have yet to consider how the magic manifests, though I think at some point during the ascent to battle Elger'nan is likely a good, emotional place for it. Because this power is transferred to her within the Fade, it bears a great deal of resemblence to Rift Magic, as the Veil takes to her.

It's not.... great. For Laika. She's a little frightened by it. Tapped into a world that was never hers, after spending months dealing with an unreality tainted by blood magic... It is hard to accept that it's real, at first? Much like mourning, it takes time.

[ihaveaweirdidea]

i was having a dream that i was a ghostbuster, but not a first-stringer more of a 3rd-string. there was a call there was a ghost at harvard. the main team gets called but they disappear. same for the second. I'm called up. So, i go - ive got my gear but it's not the best - it's the backup, but it works.

i get to harvard, and I'm told where the other teams had gone - but i was warned that they had disappeared. gotta go. gotta do my job and save my team.

i run up these stairs to a lecture hall where i run unto Danny Devito - he's a ghostbuster, apparently, 2nd-string.

I ask him if he knows where the ghost is - he points to a lecture hall, but warns me not to go in there "im pretty sure literal satan is in there."

i tell him "satan isnt a ghost" and i run in anyway. ballsy and technical - i like dream me.

as I rush into the lecture hall, im grabbed by a dean or professor - he wants me to talk about being a ghostbuster to some students - and pulls me elsewhere.

i get shoved towards this other lecture room full of students. he asks "so, you believe you catch ghosts?"

i tell him "no, i do catch ghosts." some of the students start to question me about my sanity. i reply "look, it's okay for you not to believe in ghosts, if i didnt do this for a living, i wouldn't either but there's a ghost here, my friends have disappeared and im the only one who can help them."

this student asks "how do you plan to do that?"

i reply "ghosts love chocolate." (apparently)

i pull out a chocolate bar, open it, and start waving it around. nothing. the professor tells the students to take notes about my mental state.

i bite the chocolate bar and there's a crack of thunder - inside the building.

the lights go out and more thunder rolls in. "he's here."

the students never leave their desks - they're scribbling notes.

meanwhile, I'm waving this chocolate bar enticingly "here, boomer..."

suddenly, this giant ball... like a storm cloud appears. it walks like a man - very round and cartoony. every step sets off a thunder crack. I'm still waving the chocolate "here, boomer." lightning is shooting through the lecture hall. i throw the chocolate - boomer walks over to take it. i zap him with the proton pack, and trap him.

easier than i had thought - for a 3rd string.

the lecture hall full of students is dumbfounded, but this one student comes over and asks me questions.

student, "so, now that he's trapped, you're gonna send him home, right?"

me, "we don't know where he comes from."

student, "so, you're just gonna imprison him?"

me, "no, we hold onto him til we can find a way to send him home."

student, "that's unethical."

me, "we don't know where he comes from. if you found a puppy and couldn't find his home, would you just leave it or throw it back in the wild where it can get hurt."

student, "so, you're protecting them."

me, "in a sense, just like we protect you from them. we have a responsibility..."

suddenly, i hear Danny Devito scream and I wake up. ... DAMMIT. i just know my brain's not gonna finish this dream. lol

[undeadvinyls]

reposting the science girlies since i made some color changes :]

og text under the cut !!

middle aged undead spice girls aka new ocs

from L to R; dr. agata daria klimat, prof. dagmar hrom, dr. maria proton and dr. caroline faraday

more on them under the cut !!

full name: Agata Daria Klimat

nationality: polish

gender: demigirl (she/they/ze)

age: 47

occupation: geographer, biologist, ecologist, amateur gardener

A.D. klimat is a biologist, geographer and ecologist in one - with a mind of someone who just devolved too much into mad science. a proud "zombie who cares about the environment", owner of a green thumb and experimentalist on humans. also loves cycling. hates cars. but if you'd put her behind a wheel she'd crash HARD.

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full name: Dagmar Hrom

nationality: czech

gender: trans female (she/her)

age: 49

occupation: physicist, science teacher in z academy, electricity conductor

professor Dagmar Hrom is a physicist, happening to own a love of experimenting. even if her "genius" is often as she says, "accidental, i just like to see what happens when you electrify yourself". a proud wheelchair user; but either way loves to go fast on her wheelchair. old, but gold.

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full name: Maria Magno

nationality: filipino

gender: trans female (she/her)

age: 50

occupation: computer scientist, IT specialist, mom

dr. Maria Magno is the leader of the group; also a well-known IT specialist, even if her job is mostly asking "did you try turning your computer off and on again". sister of M.D. Livings; wife of daniel/dee dee, who also happens to be trans (t4t straight couple). also mac's aunt. it should be also mentioned she is Jules' mom, whom she loves dearly. hobbies include hacking into things for fun and baking. known for her delicious ube roll

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full name: Caroline Faraday

nationality: afro-irish

age: 53

occupation: chemist

dr. Caroline Faraday is the oldest, but has a heart of gold. even if for zombies, 3/4 of their organism doesnt work, she still loves to research all things physiological, especially the chemistry of it. also loving grandma, of rubberband.

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the girlies often have tea parties, go out, kick plant ass and like to spend time together. ok thats all bye BUEBEBU

[scourgefrontiers]

Will there be nonbinary rep in Villain School? I don't know if Switch counts. I forgor

switch is nonbinary yes! he generally uses he/they pronouns :]

professor chemo is also nonbinary (she/they/he) ^^

i really said all mad scientists are nonbinary huh.

also this isnt what you asked but i just wanna throw it out there that both caesar and proton are trans <3 we love to see it

[l-pandamatic-l]

Young Sheldon OC introduction. ( Don't judge me. I have Asperger's and relate highly to Sheldon's character )

It was a typical Sunday morning. I was woken up by the complaints of my little brother as momma shook him awake, leaving me to drag myself sluggishly out of my own bed.

I pulled on my usual Sunday dress, a light purple with little lace ruffles around the bell-shaped sleeves. Then, my Mary Janes and my typical piggy-tails were next. My favourite bows dawned the top of each one.

My family, after clambering into the crowded minivan, scrambled into the church, momma finding her friends to gossip as they stood outside, my dad finding a pew near Mr. Vince and his buddies. My brother was dropped off at the kids section and I was left alone, next to the Coopers. Again. They had been the talk of the town lately. Georgie apparently knocked up some older girl. It was insane the things people 'round here said about the Coopers because of it. I kinda felt bad.

I turn to see Sheldon. He lived a few houses down from me. I hang around his grandma's video store pretty often. Especially since Missy comes around sometimes. She's in my class with me at school and we hang out a lot. She constantly complains that I'm too much like her brother. Mainly because I watch the shows he does too. Things like Star-Trek, or StarWars. Yoda is my favourite character. Either him or Han Solo, I always liked the rebellious ones.

Missy says 'hi' but she's alot more quiet than usual. Really skittish, too. Must be the rumours that've been flying around. I smile and say 'hi', giving her a hug before I hear my momma gasp, pulling me out of the seat and away from the Coopers. I roll my eyes and follow her, unfortunately sitting across from my friends.

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Sheldon's outburst surprised the church, and everyone inside it was silent for the rest of the sermon. I went home, his words curling around my head, momma's too. Everything he said made so much sense. Why did we preach about loving everyone no matter the circumstances but treat the Coopers this way?

I glanced at Momma and frowned. She was such a hypocrite. I spent the rest of that day locked up in my room, reading through my bible. It didn't make any sense to me anymore. I couldn't figure out specifically why, though. Like everything I'd known was suddenly just some story in some old book.

I had to get help. I knew just where to go, too.

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I knocked on the Coopers' door. Mrs. Cooper opened it with her usual smile, eyes slightly red, either from anger or crying. I didn't want to find out.

"Is... Is Sheldon here?" I asked, cheeks pink. It must've been awkward,. showing up like this after all that happened yesterday.

"Shelly," Mrs. Cooper called through the house, "That nice girl from down the street's here to see you!"

She welcomed me inside and I was met with a begrudging Sheldon walking down the hall, a look of surprise on his face when he saw me.

"Oh, hello, Maggie." He said, monotone voice ringing through the empty living room.

"Hey, Sheldon. I uh... I need some help." I say, pulling out my bible, "With this. I thought about what you said on Sunday. And I think you have a point. I'm confused. And I need your... sciencey things explained to help."

His face lit up and suddenly I was whisked away to his room, filled with trains and Professor Proton posters, missing the way his mother leaned over to her husband and said,

"Oh George, he's got a friend. Maybe there still are some good people at church."

[oxiegoeimi]

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Don’t get too close or it will get toxic. From a distance, you’ll see the strengths and accomplishments. Near us, you’ll find immeasurable and irreparable damage. Cast into this cyclone of time, each soul is dying slowly. From that first beat of each heart and breath for our spirits, all of us are on fixed timelines to dust. Yuck. The bullets of life continue to break our hearts down and burdens of temporality are crushing our mental synapses. Don’t want to hear it? It would better to stop reading at this point. Graveyards, retirement homes, street corners, and units across the way from yours are filled with drama. This is why we have fiction, entertainment, philosophy, science, and society. Creating controlled space and belonging; all are aspects founded in protons, neutrons, and electrons. So, tread carefully homies. It is impossible to unsee reality if you aren’t careful. Such leads to depression, anxiety, anger, and hindsight? I’d like to blame these experiences for why I’m a pessimistic fool. Nah, always been this way bruh . . . I epitomize what it is to be damaged goods. My saving grace? Eternity kept me from dragging a partner and child into my mess permanently. If I’m gonna continue to keep destroying myself, let’s minimize the tertiary damage. Yup. How am I doing so far? It’s not pretty. Maybe a “D-“ after ten thousand retakes and a professor who got tired of grading my chicken scratch papers 🙄🤓 Worse than most, better than some, and perpetually failing with style . . . 🫣😔🥹

- oxiegoeimi

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[positivelybeastly]

For a moment, Hank considered where he could take this. Despite appearances - and, occasionally, actions - to the contrary, he was an emotionally sensitive man, and where others might take the escalation of volume to be an invitation to shout back, he knew it wasn't him that Johnny was truly furious with. Stars weren't angry at what they hit when they let off a flare of radiation and stellar matter, they were just doing what they did, burning - and all the more solitary for it.

There's a part of him that wants to bite back with his own pain, that wants to snap that the man isn't the only one who's had it rough. He at least has the excuse of tragedy, Hank's problems were almost all of his own manufacturing, of his own blinkered arrogance and overcompensation for being so much less than he wished to be.

But a dark thought occurs to him, that that's exactly the kind of thinking that had him screaming like a wounded child at every mutant who had ever loved him and rejecting their help, and he stops himself. He doesn't want that again. He really, desperately doesn't want that again. He hates that version of himself, that prickly, insecure, snippy and unkind idiot that can't see when people are concerned, or hurting, or in need.

That version of himself . . .

"Johnny, I . . . want to tell you a story. And I know that must seem frightfully insensitive and condescending, but I ask that you bear with me, and you let me say my piece. If you find what I have to tell you lacking, then I'll shut up, and I'll keep your confidence. I won't tell anyone what we've talked about, we don't even have to acknowledge we had a conversation. So just. Bear with me, yes?" Had he ever told this story to - anyone? All of it? Really all of it? No, he didn't think he had. Not his parents, not his friends, not Abigail, not anyone. This was going to be his first time really talking about this.

Saddle up, Johnny.

"When I was seventeen, I met Professor Charles Xavier. He saw in me a potential for good that I had been squandering - hiding, in fact. I wanted an easy life. I was, at the time, a mutant who could pass, and I liked it that way. I liked being normal. But the world was changing, and I was who the Professor needed - who, and perhaps this is egotistical, but it's relevant, the world needed - at the time."

"So I stepped up to the plate, and I was good at it. But before long, I started thinking, is this it? Is this going to be the rest of my life? Surely I should be doing more than this? Surely I can contribute more than this? A few months after my twentieth birthday, I left the X-Men. I have family. I have two parents who have supported me every step of the way, which is more than so many of my friends can say, but even still, the X-Men were family. I had been an only child, how could they not be? And even then, you, Ben . . ." His voice became very soft. "Reed, Sue. You know what it's like, facing danger day after day, relying solely on each other. You become as intrinsic to one another as a neutron to a proton."

"But I left. I had outgrown the team, I felt. I was a man now, equipped by age and intellect to do what I couldn't do on the X-Men, change the world. I joined the research wing of the Brand Corporation, and it was, oh, it was . . . heady. So many clever people, so many resources, so much time, what do you mean I'm getting paid to do scientific research? I met a girl. We became close. I was so sure of myself. I could do no wrong."

"Late one night, I isolated the hormonal extract that induces mutation in those with an active X-gene. Mutant Growth Hormone. The next step in human evolution, bottled. I thought to myself, there's no mystery left now, this is who I am, isolated in a glass. But someone threatened that discovery, wanted to seize it for their own ghoulish aims, and when I found out, I rushed back to my lab. I needed to act, but I couldn't do it as me, could I? I couldn't reveal myself to be a mutant, that would destroy everything I'd worked for. But if I mutated myself, and then imbibed the counter-agent, I would have a window where I could act as I would, without fear of reprisal." He fixed Johnny with a very solemn stare.

"I . . . drank it. No, I chugged the damn thing. And in an instant, this was me." He held up his furry arms, tweaked the pointed ends of his tears, rolled his jaw and showed off his fangs. Hank was quiet for a moment. "Johnny, I had been lying to myself. I could have just called security. I could have done any number of things. But I was so high on my own sense of self-worth that I wanted to do this. I wanted to prove I was so smart. I wanted to see the fruits of my labour made manifest, right there and then. It was so stupid. It was so obviously, damnably stupid! It's almost funny, isn't it, to hear me tell it? Literally drinking lab chemicals!"

". . . I stopped them from getting ahold of my research, but I nearly killed someone in the process - two, someones." It didn't matter that the Iron Man he had tried to kill had been illusory, the intent had been there. "I had lost control, and I was paying the price for it. I couldn't change back. I was stuck like this. I went home. I wandered the streets at night, hating myself. I slept eighteen hours a day, woke up, ate, went back to bed. I was so ashamed. I felt so stupid. I was such an obviously stupid, irresponsible, downright dangerous fool." He fixed Johnny with a look, quoting him. "The second my family was out of the picture, what did I do? Made a complete fool out of myself."

"But I came back from it, Johnny. It took me a while, and I had to confront some very unwelcome, harsh truths about the kind of man I was. I wasn't as mature as I thought. I wasn't as smart as I thought. I wasn't as good as I thought. But I came back. Do you know how? I decided I liked superheroing, even after what had happened to me. And I liked it in a group. I learned my lesson, and I became an Avenger. It gave me focus, it gave me purpose, it gave me new friends, a new family, it gave me a second chance. Will it be that for you? I don't know. But it could be. You don't have to be good to be an Avenger - you just have to want to be good. You aren't a joke. You never have been. And you still don't have to be."

Usually more perceptive than people tended to give him credit for, these days Johnny was prone to dwelling on himself, his own problems and screw-ups, too self-involved to really see the man standing before him clutching his own forearm with a white-knuckled grip.

His head snapped up from his feet at Hank's final comment, a sneer spread across weary features. He'd aged so much in the last six months — avoiding mirrors could only do so much when the dying wish of any tabloid was for a down-and-out celebrity to know how bad he really looked.

"I'm not good! I don't know if you've seen the tabloids lately Hank, but one week I'm getting banned from the Rainbow Room for being a degenerate, and the next I'm Captain America's boy? No, that's just-- that's not right." He seethed. The aggression wasn't aimed towards Hank, but it could have easily seemed that way. No, it was directed inwards. Because no one was more disappointed in him than himself.

Johnny took a breath before he continued, calmer this time. He brought a hand up to rub at the back of his neck. "Sorry. Sorry. It's just-- I'm-- I wonder sometimes if I was only good because I had to be. I mean, look at me. The second my family's out of the picture what do I do? Make a complete fool out of myself. Push Ben so far away he literally went to space. Start seeing my ex's sister." A disdainful scoff punctuated the self reflection.

"And Crystal has been so good to me since I've been here and the longer everything goes on the more it's going to hurt everyone and I know it's bad but it feels like Medusa is the only thing keeping me sane right now and I'm just--" He paused, took a moment to collect his racing thoughts.

Another breath in.

Stop rambling, Storm.

And out.

"I just keep doing the wrong thing." He said finally. "How's that supposed to reflect on Cap? Me on his Unitity Squad? It'll just make the whole thing look like a joke. I'm a joke, Hank. Always have been."

@positivelybeastly

[tomeandflickcorner]

Episode Review: The Real Ghostbusters- It’s a Jungle Out There

This was quite an interesting episode, despite a few plotholes here and there.

Over at a shipyard, some people are unloading a crate from a ship during a storm.  A woman that the Ghostbusters Wiki refers to as Professor Joanna Barnes is overseeing things, instructing the workmen to be careful, as the crate contains a 3000 year old statue.  Of course, seconds after she says this, a bolt of lightning just happens to sever the crane cable holding the crate up, resulting in the crate falling and breaking open.  Professor Barns and the foreman both rush over and are relieved to find that the stature appears to be undamaged.  But none of them notice the smoke pouring out from the statue, with the smoke solidifying into an animal-like demon.  This demon is apparently called Ral, though there’s never a scene where we’re informed about that.  At least, not really.  I’ll explain that a little later.

Anyway, it then cuts to the Firehouse, where the Ghostbusters and Janine are watching a movie that’s apparently supposed to be a Lassie film.  As the movie comes to a close, they all start talking about how there’s nothing more wholesome than the bond between a boy and his dog.  The conversation then shifts to Peter talking about how nice it would be if they had a dog around the Firehouse.  Slimer, who was trying to eat a large sandwich nearby, doesn’t seem pleased by this, and I can’t blame him.  After all, isn’t Slimer basically the Ghostbuster’s pet ‘dog?’ While this conversation is going on, a random dog just happens to be passing by the Firehouse, ducking down in the archway over the main door to seek shelter from the rain.  As the dog huddles down, a cloud of smoke that was obviously meant to be Ral passed by and engulfed the dog.  As the smoke clears, the dog begins scratching at the door. Janine instructs Slimer to see who is at the door, as she has to answer the phone.  And the Ghostbusters who were sitting on the couch briefly disappear with no explanation.  When Slimer pokes his head outside, he sees the dog and quickly lets him in.  Slimer calls Janine (who must have forgotten all about the phone call) and the Ghostbusters (who have reappeared as quickly as they’d disappeared) downstairs.  They immediately fall in love with the dog and, noticing that the dog doesn’t have a collar, decide to keep him on the spot, calling him Barkley.

For some reason, the Ghostbusters give Slimer the task of feeding Barkley.  No offense to Slimer, but that doesn’t strike me as the best idea as I don’t think Slimer knows the first thing about what foods were safe for dog consumption.  And this is kinda proven when Slimer mixes up a bowl of random stuff.  But then, much to Slimer’s shock, Barkley stands up on his hind legs, picking up the dog bowl in his front paws.  He then walks over to the nearby trash can in a humanlike manner to throw out the dinner Slimer gave him.  To top it all off, Barkley even starts yelling at Slimer in clear English as he helps himself to Slimer’s sandwich.  Understandably, this freaks Slimer out, and he hides under the covers of Peter’s bed.  Upon realizing that Slimer is scared of Barkely, Peter tries to assure Slimer that the dog isn’t something to be scared of, and suggests that Slimer go with him to see for himself.  Slimer agrees to this, apparently not thinking to mention that he heard Barkley speaking.  Though it doesn’t matter really, because Barkley starts talking to Peter as well, reacting angrily when Peter tried to get him to perform typical dog tricks like ‘beg’ and ‘fetch my slippers.’  Like with Slimer, this sends Peter running into the sleeping quarters to hide under the covers.  Egon, Ray and Winston all are skeptical when Peter tries to tell them what Barkley did. Until Barkly appears in the doorway, with a Proton Pack strapped to his back.  Barkley proceeds to threaten the Ghostbusters before making a break for it, commandeering the Ecto-1 and driving off, ignoring Janine’s yells for him to stop.

As you might imagine, everyone is understandably confused by what just happened.  To further mystify things, Janine shows them her pet goldfish, which she must have just gotten for this episode.  Like with Barkley, they are acting aggressively towards them, with one of the goldfish brandishing a miniature harpoon at them.  (Don’t ask me where the goldfish got a miniature harpoon, or a fish-sized pair of swimming goggles.)  Shortly afterwards, the Ghostbusters get a call about some sort of disturbance at the city zoo.  Since the Ecto-1 is still missing, the Ghostbusters decide to hail a cab.  Only for them to discover the cab is being driven by a gorilla. They quickly realize all the cars and other motorized vehicles around them are also being driven by animals. There’s even a rhino directing traffic. Obviously, something really strange is going on.  Fortunately, that’s when Winston spots the Ecto-1 parked nearby, where Barkley must have abandoned it.  They do their best to sneak out of the cab and make it over to the Ecto-1 without being seen by the anthropomorphized animals, but they’re quickly spotted.  Still, they manage to make it into the Ecto-1 just in time and speed off.

Upon reaching the zoo, the Ghostbusters feel it’s much too quiet.  Upon checking his PKE Meter, Egon realizes there’s a particularly high reading, enough to power a small city.  At that moment, the Ghostbusters are all ambushed by a large group of animals, who manages to strip them of their gear before locking them up inside an empty animal enclosure.  That’s when Ral makes his grand entrance.  He goes off on this whole spiel about how humans tricked and imprisoned him within the stone statue thousands of years ago, and he’s been awaiting his chance to seek vengeance on mankind for that insult.  To achieve that, he’s created an army of anthropomorphized animals to take over the city.  With that, Ral leads his animal army off to do just that.  Yeah, this is Ral’s ultimate plan.  Not the most probable evil plot, but whatever.

Fortunately, Slimer had managed to slip away when the Ghostbusters got captured and fetched Janine, who pulls up to the zoo just as Ral and the animals are marching out to lay siege on the city.  (Which explains why the Ghostbusters took a cab and didn’t borrow her car.)  After evading being spotted, Janine and Slimer quickly locate the Ghostbusters, and Janie unlocks the cage door upon finding the keys (somehow).  Upon being freed, Peter states he has a plan to stop Ral.  His plan seems to involve tricking the animals into following in the Ecto-1 (by having Slimer wear Winston’s uniform and Janine wearing Egon’s uniform while having dummies posing as Ray and Peter in the backseat).  When the animal army chases after the Ecto-1 and the ‘imposters,’ the actual Ghostbusters come out of hiding, with Ray and Winston in the Ecto-2 and Peter and Egon now wearing what appear to be some rocket-powered roller skates that Egon had just invented.  They do their best to shoot Ral with their Proton Streams, but Ral proves to be too fast and agile for them because of his animal reflexes. Just when things are looking dire (with the animal army catching up to Janine and Slimer and getting ready to attack them), Egon gets the brilliant idea to use Ral’s animal senses against him, by instructing Ray to tune the Ecto-2’s loudspeaker to a high frequency, thereby turning it into an improvised dog whistle.  The high-pitched sound ends up incapacitating Ral long enough for the Ghostbusters to trap him.  With Ral trapped in a Ghost Trap, his control on the animals is broken, and they all wander off before laying a hand on Janine and Slimer.  And Janine happily cries out that the guys must have stopped Ral. Which, to my knowledge, is the first time they referred to the demon by name within the episode.  So there’s no explanation as to how Janine figured out Ral’s name.  Did Ral tell the Ghostbusters his name during his monologue and I missed it?

As Janine and Slimer breathe a sigh of relief, they spot Barkley across the street.  Slimer happily starts to make his way over to the dog, only for Barkley to run right past him, right into the arms of a little girl who happily embraces him.  It turns out that the dog actually belongs to the little girl, and that his real name is Sydney.  The little girl thanks Janine and Slimer for finding her lost dog.

As the episode ends, the Ghostbusters talk about how they’ll miss having a dog around, though they are glad Sydney was reunited with his owner.  That’s when Janine comes in, saying that she got them a new puppy. She then calls in the puppy, who announces that his name is Buster.  Upon hearing the puppy speak, the Ghostbusters all freak out and run out of the room.  And Janine starts to laugh, calling after them that Buster was just a battery-operated toy.  Gotta say, Janine.  That was bordering on mean.

Yeah, I got some questions about this episode.  First of all, what exactly was Ral trying to do?  I know he said he was going to lead the animals under his control to take over the city, but was that really it?  And why exactly was he imprisoned in the statue in the first place?  Also, may I ask where all the people in the city got to when the anthropomorphized animals were roaming around?  Were they all hiding inside?  I just have so many unanswered questions.

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By My Side

Summary|| Kim Namjoon- Teacher’s Assistant, Sex God, and the last thing you expected to have in your mouth. Name or otherwise. When Namjoon offers to tutor you, you couldn’t pass up that offer even though he didn’t give you much of a choice. 

Word Count: 8,892

Warnings: smut, fluff, and everything in between

Part 3 of my College!AU series

Astrophysics wasn’t top of your list on things to minor in. 

You could have chosen Literature, Creative Writing, hell you would have even been happy in Art. However, you took Astrophysics. Of all fucking things. 

For a while you wanted to drop the class, change your minor or just solely try to focus on your major which was Business Marketing. You hear you have a higher chance of obtaining a job in that field anyway, and you got a real ass chewing from your friend when they found out you signed up for Astrophysics. 

The problem was that the day you planned on dropping the course, Kim Namjoon of all people convinced you not to. 

It’s not like you had a reason to listen to him, and he wasn’t talking directly to you but instead offered his reasons to the class as to why he stuck through it and decided to become a TA the following year. He loved space that much. 

So now, every time you walked into the lecture room you couldn’t help but look to see if Mr. TA was at the front of the class. 

The thing about Namjoon was that he was smart, beyond what you believed anyone could be at your age and although he was only a little older than you, you still felt like he had the knowledge of the entire universe in the palm of his hand. 

You suddenly became much more interested in Astrophysics after that. 

“...and that makes a bit of you as old as time. While the heavier bits in your body were formed in the hearts of stars, the hydrogen in your body was formed a mere three minutes after the initial Big Bang,” you professor spoke, your pen scrawling across the paper, “but the protons in your body was made a millionth of a second after the Big Bang. Some of the protons that formed in the earliest parts of the universe, are in you today.” 

As he continued to speak, you watched Namjoon with a red pen, marking various papers. He gnawed on his nails, then looked up, sensing his eyes on you. You quickly looked away, clearing your throat quietly and looking down at your paper.

Your professor glanced up to the clock, “Okay. I want to go home early today so get out of my classroom please. Everyone except for Miss. (Y/L/N).” 

Confused, you stayed seated while you watched everyone else pack up and walk out of the classroom. The professor made his way up to your seat, sitting on the desk with a sigh. “So, I really don’t want to have to fail you. Your last two terms showed 67% on both of your finals.” 

“U-uhm, yeah I’ve been struggling a little bit.” You noticed Namjoon watching you, his eyes peaking softly out from his glasses. His hair was done so well, gelled up with the lilac color framing his face nicely. 

“Do you want to be in this class? Because I’d rather you drop it if you feel like it’s a waste of your time.” The professor came off harsh, but you knew his intentions were kind. 

“No! I love this class! I’ll work harder, I’m so sorry. I promise by the end of this term I’ll give you an A.” You explained, your voice coming off both apologetic and defensive at the same time. 

“Okay, I’m looking forward to giving you that A then. You may go.” 

You stood abruptly, trying to ignore the embarrassment you felt from Namjoon hearing that conversation. He didn’t seem to react to the things the professor said, and you were sure that he was used to hearing conversations like these but that didn’t take away your embarrassment nonetheless. 

As you were about to walk out, you heard your name. When you turned around, Namjoon was stood from his desk. 

“You know, I could tutor you if you want.” His hands gestured picking up and dropping the pen on the table. If you didn’t know any better, you’d assume he was nervous. 

“Oh, no thanks. I can’t afford a tutor.” You gave him a sheepish smile, shrugging and slipping your arms through the straps of your back pack. Mostly filled with math text books, you felt the weight take an immediately shift on your shoulders. 

Namjoon returned the smile, “I’ll do it for free.” 

“Really?” Your eyes went wide, “You don’t have to. I’m sure you have a busy enough schedule as it is.” 

“Not really, I’m ahead in all of my classes. I think by the time I have to start worrying about them again I can have you up to par in here.” He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. 

You pondered for a moment, wondering if it was really worth it to have the hottest guy you had ever seen tutoring you in a subject you had no idea about. He seemed to notice your ponder, chuckling softly. 

“I don’t bite.” 

Finally, you nodded. “Okay, when?” 

“I’m free right now.” He picked up his things, walking towards you. You allowed him to pass you, leading you out of the doors. He stopped walking in the center of the grass in front of the science building. Plopping down, he waited for you to sit. 

You raised an eyebrow, the grassy area shaded just well enough with trees but the warmth of the sun still hitting your skin. The grass was damp underneath your mostly bare legs, your shorts short enough for you to have to sit on your feet otherwise you would have a flashing situation that you really didn’t want to have to deal with. 

“Okay so the main test you need to worry about is the General Exam. A lot of the questions are on ancient science, more specifically how the Greeks began the human ascent into our knowledge of the stars and space itself.” Namjoon began, and already you felt your brain being clouded over with blank thoughts. 

“Okay.” You nodded, trying to follow along to the best of your ability. 

“How did the Greeks determine the size of the Earth?” 

You stared at him, your eye twitching while you dug around your brain for the answer. You knew the answer was there somewhere, so you open your notebook and flip through the notes from last week. 

“Uhm... They waited until a lunar eclipse and measured the shadow that the Earth cast on the moon.” The tip of your pen clicked against the notebook. Namjoon met your eyes, kindness lacing them while his eyebrow raised. He genuinely wanted to help you, and you prayed you didn’t become too enchanted by the way he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“Correct. What did they study specifically though?” 

You stared down at your notes again, “The diameter of Earth’s conical shadow, which they found that shadow’s diameter was about two and a half times the moon’s diameter.” 

“Good again.” Namjoon said, encouraging you while he continued to ask you questions. 

When it got to parts that were particularly hard to remember, he was patient while you sifted through your notes and textbooks to find the answer. Although your conversation with him previously was limited to asking him for a pencil, you found yourself comfortable with him quickly. 

Namjoon finally reached into his bag, pulling out an older textbook and opening it to a bookmarked page. Carefully, he explained Maxwell’s equations as if he was born to teach. You admired his intelligence, seeing a blush grow on his face once he noticed that you weren’t looking at where his finger’s were pointing on the page. 

“Uh, (Y/N)? Focus.” He snapped in your face, breaking you out of your trance and causing you to flip your eyes down to the paper. 

“S- sorry. You just have cute dimples.” As the words left your mouth you wanted desperately to swallow them back up and then sink into the ground in embarrassment. 

You expect him to laugh, but you didn’t expect him to laugh this hard. 

“H- holy shit, that was out of nowhere!” He hollered, clutching his stomach as he fell back into the tall grass. People around you two were beginning to stare, each holding a smirk of their own while you covered your face and fell backward into the grass yourself. 

Still laughing, he uttered his next sentence, “I mean, I knew you liked me but damn. I thought I would have to work you a little longer to get you to admit it.” 

“What?” You pulled yourself onto your elbows, staring at him with a gaunt expression, “who said I liked you? I just said you have cute dimples! I say that to everyone who has dimples!” 

“Don’t bullshit yourself, babe. I see the way you stare at me in class, you can’t deny it. Especially with how obvious you are about it.” He rolled his eyes, his laughter finally calming down while he reopened his book. 

“Whatever. Just tutor me.” Your voice came out in a growl, grabbing your pencil. Namjoon’s dimples deepened, deciding not to press the issue any further as he noticed your. . . agitation? Embarrassment? He couldn’t tell exactly. 

~*~*~

“Joon!” Namjoon’s head whipped towards the direction of his name, spotting Taehyung running towards him in his apron. Blue paint dripped from the ends of his hair, a trail of different colors in his wake while he rushed towards Namjoon. 

“What happened to you?” He couldn’t help but laugh, seeing Taehyung’s usually bright demeanor had been replaced with one of annoyance. 

“She happened!” Taehyung cried out, pointing to a girl across the campus yard with equally bright amounts of orange paint on her. She shot a middle finger his way and turned towards the girl’s dance hall. 

He turned back to Namjoon, “Can I shower at your place? I really don’t want to walk all the way to mine.” 

“Uh, yeah. I’ll give you my key, I’ve got a date.” Namjoon said, pulling out his keys and slipping his house key off the key ring. He dropped it into Taehyung’s red colored hands, sighing and rubbing his face from annoyance once he realized the apartment would be messy when he got home. 

“A date, huh?” 

“Well not really,” Namjoon and Taehyung walked somewhat briskly, ignoring the stares of passerby, “I’m tutoring her, but she likes me.” 

“And you like her?” Taehyung, ever so curious, walked passed the turn to Namjoon’s apartment to get an answer. 

“Go get cleaned up before the Dean spots you.” Namjoon turned back with a smirk, watching his younger friend roll his eyes. His shoes squelched as he walked, signaling the paint had made it’s way down into his socks. 

After the first tutoring session ended, Namjoon was sure to set up the next. Then the next, then the next. He found your reluctance to continue with tutoring sessions after he called your crush out somewhat cute. 

He had yet to bring it up again, instead opting to watch you while you drank way more water than you needed and stared at his lips while he explained formulas. Whether you believed it or not, he did intend on teaching you what you needed to know to pass the class. He knew you were absorbing the information, so he didn’t necessarily mind when he saw you licking your lips subconsciously while he slipped his jacket off his broad shoulders. 

Nonetheless, he felt that you were doing well. 

As far as class went, both of you always seemed to know when to look at each other. The professor would be droning on about topics that you and Namjoon had already covered, so you rested your head on the desk. Namjoon would mouth words to you, usually ‘pay attention’, but you knew he was always making sure you were okay. 

One particular class, Namjoon tapped his leg impatiently while he waited for you to enter the room. His favorite part of the day was seeing what you were wearing, because everything you wore seemed to compliment your shape in the best way. Not that he didn’t look before, but now that he knows you on a bit more personal level, he didn’t constantly tell himself it was wrong to look. 

When you finally did enter the room, your tight leggings and red heels made you look like a goddess. After that, his feelings were set in stone.

His plan today was to tutor you, as always, but then he wanted to make you feel good. After having spent so much time with you over the past couple weeks, he saw your personality blossom and suddenly he liked more than just your body. As he got to know you, he wanted you. More and more. 

He just had to make you beg for it. 

Namjoon knocked on your door, hearing squealing from behind the thick metal. A girl he didn’t recognize opened the door, leaning against the door frame. “Well hello there, I’ve heard so much about-” 

Just as she was about to finish her sentence, your hands snaked up from behind her and covered her mouth, yanking her backward and away from the door. 

“You said you’re leaving, Tamara. So leave.” You gestured, pointing out the door. Namjoon slid to the side, seeing her friend leave while sending a wink his way. He chuckled, waiting for you to invite him in. 

Your house was small, quaint, and old. It felt like you, though. Namjoon could tell you decorated, bits and pieces of things he learned you liked scattered throughout each room. 

He took a moment to look around while you told him to sit at the table, his finger running along the pictures on the walls. When you reentered the room, your hair was now pulled up and the bright blue fluffy pajama pants donned on your waist with a black tank top. 

“Sorry, it’s my house and I hate not wearing comfortable clothes in it.” You explained, crossing your leg and sitting on the chair across from him. 

You knew what Namjoon was playing at. After your third tutoring session, you noticed he became increasingly. . . sexy. Not that he wasn’t sexy before because you couldn’t deny your attraction, but the shirts became tighter, the hair was always styled, and his smirk. That damn smirk.

It was there, on his face. All the time. It was driving you absolutely insane. His tongue darted out to lick his lips and everything he said was so smart. 

Namjoon saw your wardrobe change, ignoring your skin peaking out from your tank top. “I can’t fault you for wanting to be comfortable.” He finally manages. 

You two got right to work, your eyes reading the numbers on the page. Namjoon leaned on the table, getting right into tutor mode and explaining a book he read that helped him understand advanced equations. 

You wrote down the book name, rubbing your forehead to get rid of your headache. Despite finally beginning to understand everything, your head still hurt at the prospect of taking the test in a few weeks. 

A couple hours later, your notebook was officially full. You tossed the pen onto the table, stretching your arms, “Yay! Done for the day!” 

Namjoon shut his own book, “I think we’re done forever.” 

“What?” You suddenly began to panic, did you do something to scare him away? Sure offering for him to tutor at your house was nerve-racking, but you didn’t think that he wouldn’t like it. 

“We’ve covered pretty much everything on the test. All you have to do is remember what I taught you, and then you’ll be good.” Namjoon stood, sliding his books haphazardly into his back pack. He slung it over his shoulder, giving you that same dimpled smile you had grown to love. 

“Wait- I know everything?” 

“Well not everything, but enough,” He grinned, “I’ll see you in class, (Y/N).” 

Namjoon turned to walk away and suddenly he was paranoid. He wanted you to call after him, to stop him and tell him to stay. However, as he made it closer to the door and began to slip his shoes on, he still hadn’t heard your call. 

He paused for a moment, a sigh leaving his lips while he turned his back and squeezed the doorknob in his hands. 

“Wait!” 

There you were.

“Let me make you dinner! You know, as a thanks for teaching me so well.” You said, coming into view. Namjoon turned around, “Dinner?” 

“Yes! I- I have steak that I was saving for Friday but I could make it now.” Your words became quieter as your spoke, your hand rubbing your arm nervously. There was no way that you wanted him to leave yet, and you weren’t sure how else to thank him. 

“I like steak.” Namjoon said, slipping his shoes back off and laying his back pack on the recliner beside the door. You grinned, letting out a nervous laugh, beckoning him into the living room. 

“Make yourself comfy and I’ll cook for you.” 

“Why don’t I help you?” Namjoon offered, following you while you walked out. You tilted your head to the side, “You can cook?” 

Namjoon, for the first time in a while, felt a blush creep on his cheek. The way you looked up at him, expectant and suddenly excited, made his head spin. He actually had to admit something that he couldn’t do to someone who he was trying to impress, “I didn’t say I could cook. I said I would help.” 

You giggled, “I’ll have you toss the salad.” 

“I like the sound of that.” Namjoon teased, following you into the kitchen. You began to prep everything, Namjoon watching in awe while you moved around the kitchen with ease. 

After setting a pan onto the open flame, you turned and connected your phone to the speaker and flipped on your cooking playlist. Namjoon, impressed with your taste in music, continued to watch you as you started dancing along to the beat. 

The sear of the steak against the hot pan was a welcoming sound, Namjoon’s mouth suddenly watering as he saw you toss butter and thyme into the pan. Your voice sang along with the song, your movements fluid. 

“You have a beautiful voice!” Namjoon called over the music, watching your face turn red. He sat on the other side of the island, waiting patiently for instruction. As the steaks cooked, you reached into the fridge and pulled out a head of lettuce, setting it down in front of Namjoon and rummaging through the lower cabinet for a bowl. 

Namjoon leaned over the counter, admiring your curves as your back peaked out from your tank top. The shirt you wore hugged you perfectly, he could see your heart-shaped ass squeezed into your pajama pants. Once he saw you stand up, he sat back down quickly but over corrected and managed to slip right off the stool. 

With a loud crash, he toppled over the stool beside him and let out a groan. 

“Are you okay?” You yelled, pausing your music and rushing around the counter. Namjoon’s eyes were shut tight, ��I’m good.” 

“What were you doing?” You question, reaching your hand out. His large hand dwarfed yours, and you knew you weren’t any help to pull him up but you still tugged on his arm nonetheless. 

He smiled sheepishly, “I was just trying to see what kind of bowl you were grabbing.” 

“Oh?” you watched him dust himself off, “why are you so interested in bowls?” 

“More like the girl who was holding the bowl.” 

“I knew you weren’t tutoring me just to help me,” you roll your eyes, the feeling you had in the pit of your stomach finally coming true, “so is making you steak a dumb idea? Would you prefer I suck your dick as thanks?” 

Namjoon was somewhat shocked by your cool tone, watching you flip the steaks and almost cringing at the loud searing returning. Although he liked the words that came out of your mouth, he would have preferred if it came out in a moan. Something about the way you refused to look him in the eye caused him to swallow nervously. 

“N- no, I didn’t expect an extravagant thanks. The steaks will be fine.” He explained, sighing softly and allowing his face to fall into his hands. 

Silence fell over the two of you, Namjoon suddenly missing the blaring music that filled his ears 10 minutes ago. He nervously listened as you explained how to make the salad. He did so quietly, his hands carefully shredding the lettuce then mixing the ingredients to make the vinaigrette. 

You rolled your neck, exhaling through your nose. When you heard him admit his interest in you, you immediately wanted to hide yours. Sure, your feelings were reciprocated but he was a TA, he was basically your teacher. You couldn’t do anything with him, he’s likely the one to by grading your test. If anyone found out, favoritism would be called even if you did get everything right. 

“I’m sorry, I must have read you wrong earlier.” Namjoon’s voice sliced through the silence. His hands held the whisk loosely, dipping his pinky in to make sure the vinaigrette tasted good. 

“No, you didn’t.” You spoke carefully, pulling out plates and setting the steaks on each plate. 

“Would you be upset if I said I was confused?” Namjoon felt like he had to walk on eggshells. Sure, you didn’t necessarily yell at him earlier but he was much more careful of every word he said. 

“We can’t do anything, Namjoon,” you cut up a couple of hard boiled eggs and threw it into the bowl of salad, “you’re my TA. It’d be inappropriate. Believe me, I’ve been imagining going down on you for ages but it’s just not in the cards.” 

This whole conversation was so mature, Namjoon wasn’t used to so much honesty from women and he certainly didn’t expect it from you. Especially since you denied your interest in him so vehemently on the first day. It was new territory, he never had a problem waning women in his direction before.  

“Teacher’s Assistant or not, I still feel like we’d be good. Besides, I’m only your TA for a couple more months.” Namjoon said, finally tossing the salad together. 

“What makes you say that?” 

“Because I like you. Genuinely. You’re smart, funny, and one hell of a gorgeous girl.” Namjoon explained, using tongs to lay the salad on the plate beside the steak. 

You smiled at his compliment, grabbing forks and knives out of the drawer. Initially you planned on eating at the table but you decided to stand at the island, sliding a plate over to Namjoon and watching him cut his steak and eat. He moaned at the taste, gesturing wildly at his plate while he chewed. 

“This shit is immaculate.” 

After a few moments, Namjoon had eaten half his steak and you finished your salad. You found a good moment to speak again, “You’re saying you want something more than sex?” 

“The sex would be nice, but I’d like to take you out on a date as well,” he takes another bite, “dinner and dessert.” 

You chewed slowly, thinking over his words carefully. It was true, you’d only have to hide it for a couple months. That is if everything lasted that long. You looked him up and down, weighing the pros and cons. As far as you were concerned, there couldn’t be a con. 

If anything, dating him even briefly would be fun. A college romance. 

“What would be the dessert?” You questioned, taking his now empty plate and slipping it into the sink. 

He wiped his mouth with a napkin, revealing a devilish smirk when he was done. “Well, you of course.” 

You inhaled, watching him stand from his stool and walk around the island. “That is, if you want to be my dessert.” 

Finally, you nodded. Namjoon took your nod as permission, leaning down carefully and pressing a small kiss to your lips. You could taste the raspberry vinaigrette on his tongue when he slipped it gently between your lips. His hand held the back of your neck, his thumb stroking your soft exposed skin. 

Nothing about how he looked could prepare you for the sudden arousal you felt just at his touch. His hands were large, you wanted them all over your body but the stayed at the back of your neck. 

He gave no hint of taking it any further, pulling away just as softly as he started. His lips pressed a kiss to each of your cheeks, then the tip of your nose before pulling away completely. 

Your eyes fluttered back open once you felt his touch leave your body, and then you felt cold everywhere but where he once held you. “Thank you for the dinner, (Y/N).” 

“Wait! You don’t get to get me all hot and bothered and then leave after kissing me!” You yelled, calling after him while he once again made his way to your front door. He paused, turned, and grinned, “Believe me, there is nothing I want more than to bend you over the counter and fuck you into oblivion. I just- I don’t want to mess it up before it even starts.” 

You opened and closed your mouth a few times, trying desperately to find the words you wanted to say. Your mind was reeling with him, even though it was only a few seconds, his kiss was the most sensual thing you had ever experienced in your entire life. 

“I don’t think fucking me over the counter would mess anything up.” You replied, both shy and ready to rip your clothes off at the same time. 

Namjoon’s cock twitched in his pants at your words, swallowing. “So you’re okay with me fucking you before I take you on a date?” 

“Namjoon,” the way you said his name, desperation rolling off the tip of your tongue, turned him on more than anyone ever has, “I’m begging you to fuck me.” 

That’s what he wanted to hear. 

Namjoon rushed back over to you, his hands at your hips and gripping them roughly in his fingers. His lips were much more rushed, hard against yours. His teeth captured your bottom lip, tugging it gently. 

You grinned at the feeling building in your core, his strong hands lifting you onto the counter. He rested between your legs, only pulling away to take his shirt off of his body. His golden skin shined beneath the lights of your kitchen, your eyes scanning him for just a moment before bringing him down to your lips again. 

You lifted your hips enough for him to slide your pants down your legs. You wrapped them around his hips, grinding softly against him. The whines that left your mouth were sinful and it took everything in Namjoon not to cum just to the sound of your voice.

You pulled away, breathless. Your lips latched onto his neck, biting and sucking harshly.

“Still want to go down on me?” Namjoon grinned. 

You didn’t hesitate in dropping off the counter and onto your knees, unbuttoning his jeans and slipping them down his legs. Before moving on, you removed your Tank top from your body, your chest bouncing while you excitedly moved. 

Namjoon’s mouth went dry as he spotted your hard nipples, wanting desperately to latch his lips around them. 

Urgency was felt between the two of you, both of you waiting to feel the rush of pleasure. You pulled his cock out from his jeans, already hard and ready for your lips to wrap around it. You pumped it a few times, smearing precum across the tip before looking up at him through your lashes. 

His hand stroked your hair softly, giving you a subtle nod and urging you to continue. Finally, you licked a long stripe on the underside of his pulsing cock and hearing him moan loudly. You couldn’t help but moan back, watching him throw his head back. 

It was the perfect size, you were able to swallow his cock with ease. Your eyes began to water when he held your head all the way down, burying your nose in his pelvic bone. 

His chest was heaving, and you had never felt sexier. 

Even though you were only going down on him, you still felt pleasure in giving him pleasure. The way his hips tutted into your mouth, shoving his member further down your throat, had you reeling. You slipped your free hand between your legs, rubbing harshly on your clothed clit. 

Your hips lifted and dropped while you tried to find the best angle, you knew you could come just from sucking Namjoon dry. 

“Fuck, you feel so good baby.” Namjoon cried out, watching as his cock thrust in and out of your swollen lips. He continued to guide your head, your other hand dropping as he began to fully fuck your mouth. 

He noticed where your hands were, electrifying pleasure rushing through his body at the sight of you rubbing your clit beneath him. “If you don’t want me to cum on your tongue then I suggest stopping now.” 

There was no way you were stopping now, you felt yourself grow closer and closer to your release. As your movements sped up on your clit, you sucked harder. 

“Ah, ah! Princess please-” Namjoon pleaded, “(Y/N)...” Your name rolled off the tip of his tongue with a grunt.

As you felt your release wash over your body, cum sputtered out of Namjoon’s cock, coating your tongue and the back of your throat. He pulled out until the tip of his cock rested on your tongue, finishing off his orgasm. 

You knew you had soaked through your panties, but you had never came so hard just from touching someone. As Namjoon pulled away, you swallowed the bitter taste and looked up at his completely fucked out expression. 

“Holy shit.” He pulled you up, capturing your lips yet again. It shocked you, as every other man you had been with refused to kiss you after they had cum in your throat. “You are amazing.” 

“S- same to you.” You stuttered, your legs still weak from your release. 

Namjoon dipped his hand down your panties, shocked by the wetness enveloping his fingers. “You’re so wet.” He grinned, he knew he had an affect on you but he didn’t know it was this strong. 

He slid onto his knees, panic rushing over your features, “What are you doing?” 

“Well you made me feel good, now it’s your turn.” He explained, pulling your leg over his shoulder and slipping your panties to the side. 

“I already came...” You said shyly, Namjoon’s pupil’s blown at the sight of your soaked slit. 

“Really? Just from-” you nodded, seeing his shocked expression, “well you get to come again.” 

Before you had a second to gather your thoughts, Namjoon buried his face between your legs. Already weak from before, you felt yourself lean back on the counter for support while his tongue attacked your entrance. You gasped at the sudden feeling of his warmth, his fingers holding open your lips as he moved against you fervently. You don’t think you had ever came so quickly after another, but in seconds you found yourself releasing on his lips, feeling them turn into a smirk while he excitedly lapped up your juices. 

As you tried to gather yourself, you heard your front door unlock. Both of you shared a panicked look, Namjoon slipping his jeans back up his legs and doing the belt up quickly. You looked around, noticing your pants on the other side of the kitchen, and it was too late. 

You heard footsteps approach on the wooden floor, and Namjoon slid you behind him, hiding your unclothed torso. 

“Hey (Y/N) did your hot tutor le- oh my god.” Tamara was cut off by the scene in front of her, Namjoon pushing you to his back while you hid behind him. Peaking your head out, you let out an embarrassed laugh, “I thought you were spending the night at your boyfriend’s.” 

“You said he was just tutoring you and you had sex in our kitchen?” Tamara’s mouth dropped open as she looked around at various items of clothes thrown around. 

“That’s my bad,” Namjoon spoke up, his face warm. From the sex or the embarrassment, he wasn’t sure, “I couldn’t help myself.” 

Tamara only raised an eyebrow at him, shaking her head and turning away. 

You let out a breath, sighing and hugging Namjoon’s back. He chuckled, turning in your arms and hugging you back. “Well that was a fun ride.” 

“Joon,” you still hid your face from him, his laugh filling your ears, “we can’t have sex in my kitchen again.” 

“Awe,” he pouted, grabbing your chin and lifting to meet your eyes, “but I still haven’t bent you over the counter.” 

You gasped at his words, slapping his chest playfully before leaning away and slipping your shirt back on. He dressed himself as well, handing you your pants and watching you cover your gorgeous body. 

“Are you going to stay the night?” You question innocently, most wondering if you needed to grab more pillows for your bed. Namjoon smiled softly, his hands yearning to hold you again but he held himself back, opting to scratch his neck to keep himself busy instead.

“Do you want me to?” 

“It’d be nice.” You grinned, excited at the prospect of falling asleep in his arms. 

Namjoon nodded, following you to your bedroom. 

~*~*~ 

The next morning was busy. You both woke up late, mostly because every time Namjoon’s alarm went off he snoozed it. 

The rest of the night was spent in your bedroom, talking about your aspirations while a movie played in the background. Your fingers clasped together, your heads on the same pillow. He never seemed to run out of things to talk about with you, and for that he was grateful. Never has a woman been so intellectually stimulating to him. 

When you did finally manage to tear yourself out of bed, Namjoon reached out for you in his half-asleep state. “Come back,” his voice was deep but still came out in a whine, “we can skip today.” 

“No we can’t,” you murmur, laying down beside him and pushing his hair from his face, “I already missed my first two classes. The next one is the one we both have to go to, if you and I miss it on the same day it’ll be suspicious.” 

Namjoon sighed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and sitting up. You pulled an outfit out from your closet, undressing and changing. Namjoon still sat on the bed, watching you in awe while he learned your morning routine. 

“What’s that perfume you use?” He asked after a moment, remembering the distinct strawberry scent that he always smelled radiating off of your clothes. You held up a perfume, “Gucci flora, it’s my favorite.” You smiled. 

Finally, he got up and slipped his clothes from yesterday on. You cringed, “You’re gonna have to go to class in the same clothes as yesterday.” 

He shrugged, “I’m sure no one will notice.” 

Namjoon pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek, fluffing up the back of your hair for you. 

So quickly did he fall into you. Everything about you was so captivating, down to the way you brushed your teeth. He knew from the first day you walked into that classroom that you were a heartbreaker, and he just prayed every day since he started tutoring you that he was an exception. He wondered how deeply you felt about him, or whether it was on a surface level. Trying not to think about negative things, he shook his head and followed you out of your house. 

When you both made it to the science building, Namjoon waited a moment to walk in after you did. As you sat down at your seat, you couldn’t help but watch Namjoon as he slipped into TA mode. Ready for him was a stack of papers to grade, and you knew you weren’t getting much of a look from him today. Either way, you were happy with the progress the two of you had made in one short night, not that you were expecting any of it to happen. 

The class went by a lot slower than you wanted, and it wasn’t until the professor dismissed you did you realize you had almost fallen asleep while you watched yet another video on Tycho Brahe. 

Everyone filed out of the classroom, and as you got up to leave you stole a glance to Namjoon. He dawned a pair of glasses and read intently on whatever he had in his hand. 

As the professor spoke to a student at the door, you made your way over to Namjoon, tapping your finger on the desk quietly to get his attention. He looked up, slipping off the glasses from his face and grinned, “Well hello gorgeous.” 

You blushed at his words, “I’m going to head back home, you can come if you want?” 

“Hm, I think I’m going to the arcade with my friend. I can come by after that?” He suggested, and you tried to hide your disappointment. Namjoon could sense it, “I’ll come by tonight for sure. Do you like take out?” 

You nodded, “I’d like that.” 

“Miss (Y/L/N)! I’ve seen your improvement and I’m glad, Namjoon has certainly helped you.” The professor walked over to you to, pulling you out of the trance that was Namjoon’s deep brown eyes. 

“Uh, yeah he’s certain good at teaching,” you stuttered, “I’m glad he offered to tutor me.” 

The professor nodded, “Well like I said before, I can’t wait to give you that A.” He patted your shoulder, and you took that as an opportunity to slip out of the room. Namjoon waved to you before discussing something with the professor. You watched for a moment, biting your lip then walking down the hallway and out the door. 

When you made it back to your house, your roommate sat on the couch in her pajamas. You rose an eyebrow, “I thought you had a lecture at 2 today.” 

“I skipped it,” She shrugged, “where’s your boytoy?” 

“At the arcade with a friend of his,” you explained, plopping down beside her and cringing at some reality show she watched. She paused occasionally to explain why some person was yelling at another and you tried to listen to the best of your ability but you couldn’t help but think back to last night. 

Sure, you enjoyed the physicality of everything but once you two began talking about things other than Astrophysics, you learned a whole lot more about him than you expected to. 

His love for rap and music in general was heart-warming, mentioning briefly on how he wished to one day drop a mixtape and maybe get signed. You encouraged him even though you hadn’t heard a single second of anything he’s ever written. Either way, you knew that he could do it because there wasn’t anything in the world you could imagine him being bad at. 

When he asked you about your dreams, you weren’t sure how to answer. You had always taken a, ‘it is what it is’ approach to everything. Yes, you did preemptively take Business Marketing as a gateway into adulthood, but as far as everything else went, you were unsure. 

Eventually you managed a small, “I’m happy to be alive.” 

Namjoon smiled, enjoying the simplicity of your answer. 

You shook your head from thoughts of last night, wiping the grin off your face. 

Just as you saw Tamara drift off to sleep, your phone lit up. 

friend is being lame, can I come over? 

Your heart was giddy, excited to see the man who couldn’t leave your mind. Quickly, you responded. 

please do

You locked your phone and waited on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through the TV while Tamara snored softly. You sighed, wondering if you should tell her to leave for a bit. You decided against it, knowing that he has had men over many times when you were just a thin wall away. 

You hopped up at the sound of a gentle knock on the door, practically throwing the door open to see Namjoon. His smile stretched across his face, “Hi baby.” 

You pulled him into the house, shushing him when you walked passed the living room. He chuckled softly, and when you were down the hall and in your room, he slipped his jacket off of his shoulders. 

“Soo,” you were suddenly shy, realizing you weren’t sure how tonight was going to go, “how was the arcade.” 

“Dumb,” Namjoon replied honestly. You noticed he went home and finally changed from yesterday’s clothes, a tight black T-shirt now hugging his skin. He hopped on the bed beside you, “my friend refuses to let anyone ruin his high score.” 

You giggled, “Ah KSJ? Some girl in my Marketing Research class has been talking about him a lot.” 

Namjoon nodded, “That man has more of an affect than he realizes.” 

It was quiet for a moment, and you watched while he adjusted himself onto your bed. He closed his eyes, and it amazed you at how quickly he became comfortable with you. He was already treating you like you had been together for a while, and you couldn’t complain. You enjoyed skipping the ‘get to know me’ phase, because you know as time goes on you will learn more about each other and in better ways than the standard first date. 

Still, even though you had already done some of the most intimate things with the man, you found yourself in awe of him. His chest rose and fell softly, and you realized that you hadn’t kissed him since this morning. You yearned for his touch but tried desperately not to come off as needy. 

You laid beside him, just far enough away for him to notice. Namjoon opened an eye, “You okay?” 

“I’m good, yeah.” You smiled, swallowing nervously. 

“How come you’re not touching me?” His question was loaded, though it came off innocent. His eyes were closed again, waiting for your verbal response. His hands, clasped behind his head, made his biceps flex beneath the tight black fabric. 

Earlier hesitation gone, you leaned your head onto his shoulder, feeling his arm move and fall around you as if he had been doing this for years. 

You snuggled into him, your eyes growing heavy. 

“Did I really come over here just to nap?” Namjoon asked outloud, more to himself than you. You nodded against him, feeling yourself fall asleep on his chest. 

~*~*~ 

Namjoon hadn’t been around since he fell asleep with you, and you assumed with everything going on that he was busy. He was sure to send a few texts your way a day, being sure to let you know that he can’t stop thinking about you. Even in class, you didn’t talk much but you didn’t mind, focusing on things that you needed to. 

Now it was Saturday night, your legs crossed on your bed and copious amounts of homework and papers surrounding you. Almost finishing, your hands filled out each question when you heard your ringtone throughout the room. 

“Hello?” You answered without looking, putting on your customer service voice out of habit from many years ago. 

“I still haven’t bent you over the table.” Namjoon sounded through, music coming through the speaker. You gasped at his words, immediately dropping your pencil, “Are you drunk?” 

“No,” he giggles, shushing someone else beside him, “I just want you. This bar is boring without you.” 

“You haven’t drank with me though?” You tease, questioning his motives for calling you. He shouted to someone in the corner, telling them to stop talking shit, “I bet you’re sexy when you’re drunk. Not that you aren’t sexy all the time, but I think you’d be even more wet than before if you drank a little with me.” 

“I really hope you aren’t saying these things in front of people, Joon.” You scold, but you can’t help but feel the heat between your legs at his words. You imagined him at a table with his friends, his hand over the speaker while he spoke dirty words into your ears. 

“I’m coming over.” Namjoon said, and he hung up without another word. 

You look around, quickly cleaning up your papers and books, sliding them onto your night stand. You rushed to the bathroom, brushing your teeth quickly. You weren’t exactly sure what to expect, so you changed from your sweats and into a satin nightgown. You studied your reflection carefully, shaking your head and changing into something else. 

Black and red lingerie rested on your body, and you knew you were finally ready. As if expecting that you were ready, Namjoon knocked on the door. You rushed to the door, the knocking not stopping until you were opening it. He took a moment to look at your scantily clad body, an audible groan slipping from his lips. 

He was drunk, or at least tipsy. He’s eyes were clouded over and every inch of your body only turned him on.

No words were exchanged, only Namjoon grabbing your face in his large hands and kissing you passionately. He pushed you into your house, his lips not leaving yours. You silently thanked your roommate for leaving, not having to worry about be walked in on until the morning. He already had the layout of your house memorized, carefully navigating through your hallway until he reached your bathroom. 

Confused, you pulled away when you heard the door creek, “What are you-” 

“I want you in the shower,” Namjoon said, already ripping off his shirt, “and as much as I would love to fuck you in that tiny little outfit, I like when you’re naked even more.” 

It didn’t take much to convince you. He stumbled out of his jeans, no boxers to be seen underneath. You watched him with a smirk on your face, his hand turning the shower on and testing the temperature. 

When he turned back to you, it felt like something switched in him, “Why aren’t you undressed?” 

Your core twitched at the demanding tone of his voice. He wasn’t hard yet, he held himself off from stroking himself until he saw that you were wet and ready. 

You unclasped your bra, slipping it from around your shoulders. He grabbed your arm, guiding you to the water and silently asking for you to test it. When you felt the warm liquid surround your hand, you nodded and stepped out of your panties. 

Without giving you much time to adjust, Namjoon was behind you, pulling the shower head off of the mount and switching it to massage mode. 

“I thought you wanted to fuck me?” You questioned, such dirty words falling from your sinful mouth. Namjoon smiled down at you, his cock rutting against your backside in anticipation, “I do, but I want to make you feel good as well.” 

He brought the shower head over the front of your body, running the water over everywhere he would kiss if he were in bed. Your tits were perky, a perfect handful for Namjoon to grab and tug at while the water moved down lower. 

His feet kicked yours apart, spreading your legs ever-so-slightly and allowing the harsh water jets to hit your clit directly. Immediately, your legs grew weak. Namjoon wrapped his other arm around your waist, holding you up while the jets pounded against your clit. 

“Oh my god,” you moaned, Namjoon’s cock twitching from behind you, “more.” 

Suddenly, he felt much more sober than previously, “What was that, baby?” 

“More, please. More.” Was all you could manage out, your head thrown back onto his shoulder while you clawed backward, desperate to touch him in any way you possibly could. When your hands settled on the back of your neck, you felt yourself growing closer and closer to your orgasm. 

Just as quickly as it started, it stopped. Namjoon pulled away, his lips attacking your neck while you whined from the lack of sensation against you. The water jets was replaced with his fingers, “I can’t take it anymore. I have to be inside you.” 

Catching your breath, you turned to him and kissed him harshly. Your nails raked down his abs, feeling the muscles clench at every touch against him. You gripped his now hard cock in your manicured hand, pumping it up and down quickly. 

“Are you sure you’re ready for me?” If he could tease you, you could tease him right back, “you might cum too quickly. I don’t know if you could last inside of me.” 

“Cocky, huh? Bend over. Now.” Namjoon demanded, not having any of it. As you turned around, your head under the water, Namjoon rubbed the head of his cock up and down your slit, collecting up your wetness and groaning at the feeling of you finally so close to him. 

He didn’t ask if you were ready like he wanted to, but the feeling was overwhelming, just running his cock over you was enough to send him into the most intense rush of pleasure he’s ever felt in his entire life and he forgot how to move his tongue to create the words running through his head. 

All he could do was slowly sink into you, earning a delicious moan from you. You gripped onto the railing in front of you, his length filling you and stretching you out in the best way possible. Even with the water running over both of you, you were numb to everything that wasn’t him. His fingertips digging into your hips, his length moving in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace. In that moment, your entire being was consumed by him and him alone. 

“More.” You moaned, much like earlier except your voice was filled with much more need than before. Namjoon couldn’t help himself, though, continuing his slow thrusts. Whines, glorious and loud, filled the shower, echoing off of the walls. Namjoon was quiet, just listening to you while your knuckles turned white from gripping the handles. 

“Fuck!” you shout, letting go of the railing and leaning up, just enough for Namjoon’s hands to return to your breasts, massaging them as he finally began to speed up his motions. 

“I love that you’re so loud,” Namjoon manages, grunting while he spoke, “tell me more. Tell me how much you like it.” 

“You feel so good, Namjoon,” you look back at him, his eyes screwed shut and his hair soaked, droplets of water dripping from the ends of his hair, “you’re so big, I love your- I love-” your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You weren’t able to form anymore words as Namjoon’s cock hit just the right place to have you rolling in pleasure. 

“Come on, babygirl. You have to tell me.” His thrusts were faster, sloppier, and his fingers found their way back down to your clit. His calloused fingers spread your lips, moving in a figure 8 while he timed his thrusts with each twist of his finger. 

“I want you to fill me up!” You cry out, and you knew you weren’t helping Namjoon in anyway from the way your legs gave out. His arms held you close though, keeping you up so easily.

Namjoon buried his face in your shoulder, “You’re so fucking hot, please tell me you’re close.” His words were muffled but you could understand him loud and clear.

“Mmhmm.” You managed, biting your lip. 

“Say it.” 

“I’m going to come,” you moan, and then your release washed over your body in waves. Everything was too much, the way you came undone beneath him and the feeling of you squeezing his cock. He was a mess, and after a few more thrusts, he pulled his cock out of you and released onto your ass, letting you go in the process. 

You fall forward, grabbing the railing yet again for support and feeling his hot cum drench your lower half. With your orgasm still running its course, you felt your knees buckle while you dropped. 

Namjoon was quick to reach forward and catch you, setting you down on the ledge of the top and moving the hair out of your face. “Are you okay baby?” 

You nodded, “I’m more than okay.” 

Namjoon grinned, leaning down and kissing your cheeks, “Let’s get you cleaned up.” 

After cleaning you up, Namjoon massaged shampoo and conditioner throughout your hair, inhaling the sweet scent of coconut. Afterward, he even brushed your hair while you were wrapped in a towel, then finally handing you his shirt to sleep in. 

“So,” you said later that night, stroking his hair while you listened to music, “we going to go on that date you said you wanted to take me out on?”

“Breakfast tomorrow?” He looks up at you, that dimpled smirk stretching across his face. 

“I’d like that.” You grin, leaning down and giving him one of many kisses. 

[drdln3-blog]

Are we reincarnated or recycled after death?

  Most of us have read different opinions about death and what happens after death. But there is no positive proof for the existence of souls, immortal karma, reincarnation, or any spiritual after-life.  I have nothing but respect for differing views based on religion, science or logic. But eventually truth and understanding will set us free. Not my truth or your truth but real truth…  

  While all religions admit the existence of soul, but they differ in what happens after death. For example, Hindu concept of soul revolves around transmigration and reincarnation. Muslims and Christians believe in the Day of Judgment when its fate will be decided.

  Therefore, the soul of Muslims and Christians is locked in the grave of a person waiting the Day of Judgment when its fate will be decided, whereas the soul of a Hindu who believes in transmigration is immediately released after funeral so that it’s ready to enter into another body.

 The question is:

Will God (One and the same God for entire humanity) make two types of souls one for Hindus and other for Muslims and Christians?  

 Therefore, it is time for scientific evaluation to form a logical opinion, one way or another.

 I start with these lines from a scripture of Sikh religion Guru Granth by 5th Guru on death and its standard translation. I share the conclusions at the end.

 pavnai meh pavan samaa-i-aa.

The wind merges into the wind.

 jotee meh jot ral jaa-i-aa.

The light blends into the light.

 maatee maatee ho-ee ayk.

The dust becomes one with the dust.

 rovanhaaray kee kavan tayk.

What support is there for the one who is lamenting?

 ka-un moo-aa ray ka-un moo-aa.

Who has died? O, who has died?

(Guru Granth: Page: 885, Raag: Raamkalee, Author: Guru Arjan Dev)

Science says the same as religion: We are recycled as the lines from Sikh Scripture Guru Granth say air merges with air, light merges with light, dust settles into dust... We are created from this environment and we go back to the environment.

 All matter is a form created from formless Energy, i.e., Him/God/Creator/or whatever other name you like to choose. The creativity is infinite and the method of self-creativity is a real wonder when we look at the creation and growth of living organisms. A scientist cannot deny the feeling of being startled at Nature’s absolutely phenomenal and the most intelligent work of self-creation into all the complicated life forms including a human being through a greatly thoughtful and organized manner. 

 So, all of us are created out of universal energy and now at the time of death become part of universal energy.  Most religions mean the same when life is imagined as a wave arising from the ocean and merging back into it.  Viewed this way, reincarnation is a fancy name for recycling.  All living organisms get recycled. That’s the law of nature and no one can avoid it.

 The basic units of life (electrons, protons, neutrons, atoms and molecules) do not die but change form and rearrange themselves. These basic units of life do not grow old either and are ageless and timeless. The atoms in a child or a seedling are no younger than that of a wrinkled person or a yellowing leaf. So we can say that the soul (part of energy of the universe) never dies but body does. Soul does not die; it does not drown or swim across (na jio marai n doobai tarai (Guru Granth, page 151). The charged particles (electrons, protons, neutrons, atoms and molecules), which are basic units of creation including human body and Soul (atma) are created from and end up with the universal energy (parmatma) that we have explained above as divine force or highest of all or Lord of the Universe or almighty God.... Therefore, the God of which we are part of is universal energy/energy of the universe, because the universe is all energy and the energy is all universe. 

 In the totality of things reincarnation, rebirth makes absolutely no-sense.

 Since matter and energy may change form but are neither created nor destroyed, it means that we will always be around in some shape or form.

 Logically, metaphorically reinterpreted, the terms reincarnation and transmigration really mean that after death everyone and every species that exhibits life become part of the greater biological life cycle. That is the logical way to look at birth and rebirth, reincarnation or transmigration.

 In this concept of a larger biological life cycle, it remains immaterial whether one ends up pushing up roses or becoming a feeding frenzy for worms; either is equally meaningful.  Insects, earth worms and others have roles to play as have plants, trees and rocks.

 It's only when we look at life in a specific form then death has a meaning, and we fall victim to our separation from rest of things. That separation is called the ego, generally a product of left hemisphere of brain as opposed to soul which is part of right hemisphere of brain.  The ego is a false self that we made up based on the thought that we are separate. That iron curtain of selfish ego separates us from Universal Spirit/Universal Energy or God. Once we accept the God within and realize that it's not possible to be separate from God and that we are one with God; then we know that we are love and we are peace and we are joy and we are happiness and we are eternal; and nothing to wait for after death.  It’s realization that happens to some and not to others in this life and nothing to do with after death when each atom of our body merges with the environment and can become part of a plant or an animal or something else.

 We have tried to provide alternate views using science and logic to questions that were perceived to be confusing and contradictory varying from faith to faith. The balance of ideas between science and religion is provided as much impartially as humanly possible. We hope these will be more acceptable to our next generation of science and technology. Although it would be wonderful if very religious people would pay attention but I doubt it. Have we settled the discussion on soul and reincarnation? Not likely, even though we have provided very logical answers. 

 Reference: “Soul and Reincarnation” “Science, Religion & Spirituality”

 About the Author: Dr. Sukhraj S. Dhillon is an eminent Scientist with numerous research publications in life sciences who studied at Yale University and served as a Professor at University in North Carolina. He has written more than a dozen books on topics of Health, Aging, Vegetarianism, Weight control, Stress-free living, Meditation, Yoga, Power of Now, Spirituality, Soul, God, Science, and Religion. His articles and books are a pointer to his line of thinking including current publication. He has been the President, Chairman of the board, and life-trustee of a non-profit religious organization and has expressed his views in the congregation and at international seminars.  http://www.dpcpress.com/pa.html

https://www.amazon.com/Dr.-Sukhraj-S.-Dhillon/e/B004584DL0

[sukimas]

I LOVE EPR conceptually I've just never gotten the opportunity to get into it. All of the magnetic resonance machines in our facility are automated except ours, and my experiments take so long to run that I can't really do them on automated machines without making the rest of the institution Quite Annoyed... and the nuclei I work with are all NMR-active anyway. (Exceptions being sulfur and oxygen, but those wave giant chemical shift flags in your face saying HEY I EXIST so I don't think they really count as hard to work with.)

I do think that "write your own Hamiltonian" is pretty cool, though! It's always a plus to go mad with power sometimes. (...Even if the power of your signal itself isn't exactly high.) Now, granted, 1D proton experiments aren't exactly earthshattering (with autoshim and lock, Topspin can basically run them on its own nowadays) but, well, that's generally not what I do. Thanks precisely to the low signal intensity, you can do some Really strange shit to nuclei before your machine starts yelling at you, especially in solids. I do kinda have to be vague about what I do specifically because it's niche enough that it narrows me down to about 10 different people on Earth, which isn't exactly great for the maximally unprofessional social platform. But rest assured it IS pretty cool (and maybe if/when I'm ever a professor, I'll be able to show it off.)

I suppose the only truly objective thing I can say about NMR vs. EPR is that at least Bruker's NMR conferences have never made me wake up at a bright and early four in the AM. (Joke?)

What is Nuclear Magnetic Resonance (NMR) Spectroscopy?

And How Does It Work?

(for primarily @phantasyhalation though everyone else who gets subjected to this post can enjoy it as well)

Nuclear magnetic resonance (NMR) spectroscopy is an analytical method mostly used by chemists to observe the environments that the nuclei of atoms observe.

It is performed by using extremely powerful superconducting magnets and radio waves.

The magnets look something like this:

(Thanks, University of Minnesota)

The large black object in the center is a very tight coil of wire that superconducts at low temperatures. Superconduction is conduction of electricity with very little to no resistance; this requires a lot less power to run the instrument. The coil of wire acts as a solenoid, creating a STRONG (5+ Teslas; the most common magnetic field used is 9.4 teslas) linear magnetic field pointing upwards through the center of the instrument; it creates a magnetic field pointing downwards around the outside of the instrument (which is very strong if the instrument is not heavily shielded, and still noticeable if the instrument is.) The coil of wire is kept at low temperatures by a chamber outside it containing liquid helium; this liquid helium chamber in turn is cooled by a liquid nitrogen chamber.

Why do we want the magnetic field? Well, all nuclei have an inherent property called "spin." Spin is a property described by angular momentum, which will be important in a moment, but for now, think of the earth spinning on its axis; if the earth was a perfect sphere, you wouldn't be able to see it. A lot of nuclei have a net spin of zero, but they still have spin; in the same way that you can say you are "moving at 0 miles per hour" when you are standing still. (Relative to your frame of reference, of course; we'll be using frames of reference again in the future, so take note.)

Quantum physics dictates that normally there are 2 spins a nucleus can take: one positive, or "up", and one negative, or "down." Normally, there's a 50/50 chance that a nucleus has spin up or spin down; when a nucleus is near another nucleus that has the opposite spin, it's happy, and won't want to be affected by outside forces like light much.

The above picture shows half and half spin up and spin down nuclei in an abstract representation. (The ones on the top level are pointing up, the ones on the bottom level are pointing down.)

However, placing nuclei in a magnetic field that points up will cause them to be slightly more likely to point up than down, like this:

We call spins that are under the influence of a magnetic field and doing this "polarized". Now, remember what I said earlier about nuclei that are near other nuclei of the opposite spin being happy and unlikely to be affected by outside influences? We now have some nuclei (pointing upwards) that are unpaired, and can be affected by outside forces.

Now, we talked about the earth spinning on its axis earlier. But let's say I tilted the earth over on its side. It would still just rotate on its axis, right? This is NOT the case for nuclei. Nuclei will still try to spin around their original axis- while in actuality they're "pointing" away from it!

(Like this:)

To be clear, what is "pointing" away from the original axis is another property of the nucleus: its magnetic moment. Basically, every nucleus with a nonzero spin creates a tiny little magnetic field; the way that that magnetic field points is called the nuclear magnetic moment.

We call the attempt to spin around the original axis while tilted away from it "precession" rather than "spinning" because it doesn't describe nuclear spin.

But how is this useful to us? Well, I described the tiny little magnetic fields of the nuclei earlier, right? If they're all precessing in unison- or in resonance (moving at the same frequency and pointing in the same direction) their movement is enough to cause a tiny little change in voltage in wires that are nearby. We can measure that change in voltage and look at it; broadly speaking, every atom's nucleus precesses at a different frequency, dictated by the strength of the magnetic field the nucleus is in and the nuclear magnetic moment. This is known as the Larmor frequency.

Pretty useful, right? But how would we tilt the nuclei over? We just have them sitting in a strong magnetic field right now.

Well, our unpaired nuclear spins are back to help. If we hit them with a beam of radio waves at the exact right frequency, and at the exact right angle, for the exact right amount of time, we can knock our nuclei over and get them to start precessing. Normally, we knock them over to be exactly perpendicular to their original spin (90 degrees angled away) but we sometimes knock them over a different amount for various applications.

Now our nuclei are precessing, and creating a small voltage. Eventually, thanks to entropy, they'll get out of sync with each other and cancel the small voltage out (and eventually they'll become realigned with the magnetic field and start pointing upwards again), but this takes a very long time compared to the time it takes a nuclear magnetic moment to cycle once around its axis (on the order of thousands or tens of thousands of times as long). This means that we can look at the nucleus and find out what it is by seeing the frequency that it's precessing at- we take a Fourier transform (taking the change in voltage over time and changing it to the voltage intensity over frequency, so we see at which frequencies of precession the voltage is present at) and see the Larmor frequency; this lets us find out which nucleus we're looking at.

In practice, though, this voltage our nuclei are creating is really really small. So we want to make it bigger so our computer can look at it; we do this with a machine called a preamplifier, which is basically a radio or TV antenna; it's tuned to a range of frequencies, and increases the power of all voltage that it receives of frequencies within that range. In actuality, we know the Larmor frequencies of essentially all nuclei with nonzero spin, so we can simply set the preamplifier tuning around there.

Great! This tells us which nuclei we have. However, there's one small problem; the electronic environment a nucleus is in can alter its precession frequency very, very slightly. This change is measured in millionths of the original frequency- it's very small- but you'd think it would pose a problem for measurement, right?

Not quite. In fact, this is how we determine the structure of molecules. We measure a range of frequencies, not just one, remember? The electronic environment of nuclei is determined by the electrons that surround them; this changes based on where they are in a molecule. Therefore, we set a reference at the Larmor frequency, and see how far certain voltage spikes are from there; by comparing the distance of each peak from the reference frequency to a set of known environments that nuclei can be in as well as to how electron-dense/electron-poor areas within a molecule are, we can figure out molecular structures.

We can do a lot of other things, too (the speed at which our voltage disappears can be used for a lot of interesting things, for example!) but this is the basic way NMR is used by most people.

To finish up: here's the one-dimensional (measuring intensity of voltage over just the change in frequency) hydrogen NMR spectrum of menthol (thanks Wikipedia). Happy spinning!

[rye-views]

Ghostbusters (2016) dir. Paul Feig. 7.3/10

Kate McKinnon’s character was born for all of this to happen.

The way the government rewarded the ghostbusters after everything makes the most sense to me. To prep for the unknown future.

I like that previous cast was in this. I love Chris Hemsworth. Kevin from the Office. Cecily Strong.

Spoiler: [About Erin Gilbert coming up for tenure as a physics professor. A man comes to her about her book, which she co-published with a friend years ago. It handles the paranormal. She thought all copies were gone and he tells her it’s being sold online. She goes to the co-author, Abby Yates, who studies the paranormal at a different college. She tells her to take it down, but is refused. She is only accepted to have it removed after she receives tenure if she introduces Abby and her co-worker, Jillian, to the man who told her about the book and also that a ghost is at Aldridge Mansion. They meet him and the tour guide of the mansion, who had witnessed the ghost the previous day. They go in and the basement is locked and they move on until Erin steps on some slime and see the basement unlocked and opened all of a sudden. She confronts them for joking around with her and they claim they didn’t open the door and sees it open. They then see an apparition come from it and it sprays slime all over Erin and they get out after getting video footage and Erin freaks out and is stoked to have seen a ghost. This excitement is also in the video and posted online, and she is rejected tenure. They then start their own investigation team and move into the top of a Chinese restaurant. Jillian does amazing at creating weapons and tech for them to use in their investigations. They hire Kevin, who is very dim witted, but they need a receptionist and Erin finds him so attractive. An MTA employee talks with a weird man and notices that he goes onto the train tracks. She follows to stop him and sees a ghost, which appeared after he put up a device near the tracks. She goes to the team to talk about it. They confront the ghost, but fail to do anything about it besides being terrorized until it gets trapped on a train and moves on. They eventually catch a ghost with proton packs and a containment unit. The Internet believes it to be fake, but they are now considered to be the ghostbusters even though Erin wanted to be called the Conductors of the Metaphysical Examination. Patty, the MTA worker, joins their team and provides a hearse for their equipment since her uncle is in the business. Erin’s boyfriend, who completely ignored her as she was being fired, confronts her on her new life and she finds pride in it and dismisses it. The ghostbusters are called into a rock concert where a ghost demon is around. The audience just believes it is part of the show. The ghostbusters capture it as everyone watches and then they celebrate. A famous supernatural debunker visits them to see proof of the ghost and since they refuse, he believes them to be frauds. This hurts Erin’s pride and Abby tells her to ignore it since they are doing real research. She lets the ghost go and it pushes the debunker out their window, killing him. They police believe one of them killed him and then Homeland Security shows up, taking over. They tell them they have been investigating and know that what the ghostbusters are is legit, but they say they must make the public believe they are fraudsters or it will cause mass hysteria. Rowan North is the weird man that Patty had talked to and followed to the tracks and he is the one behind setting up devices. The devices have been spread across New York in the form of an X and the ghostbusters connect it to ley lines, which are historically known channel spiritual energy . The middle of the X leads to the Mercado Hotel, which is where there has been much paranormal activity. They go to the hotel and find Rowan and all his equipment. He ends up killing himself by electrocuting himself. They conclude that his equipment is very similar to theirs and they discover that he owns a copy of Erin and Abby’s book. Erin later flips through it and discovers his notes and finds out that his killing himself is part of a plan to come back and lead the dead in bringing an apocalypse. He does come back and takes over Kevin’s body after being slapped out of Abby’s by Patty. He considers it an upgrade. He manages to get his machinery to work and

manages to break the barrier and allows all the ghosts into this world. The police and Homeland security try to stop him, but they are all taken control of. Rowan in Kevin’s body makes them all mimic his movements, causing the whole to copy his dancing. He then freezes everyone as the ghost cause chaos everywhere. Some have even taken over the hearse. the ghostbusters are the only ones allowed to move about and they aim to stop him. Rowan asks them what form he should take and Patty asks for something small and cute and he turns into the ghostbusters logo. It then turns large and menacing. They realize that their proton packs aren’t strong enough to close the portal until they get the idea to use to nuclear reactor on top of the hearse. They narrow the road and get the ghosts to drive the hearse into the portal. They then shoot at the nuclear reactor and the portal begins to close. They have to make the ghostbusters logo go into the portal too before it closes and it seems to be holding onto the buildings to prevent falling in. They shoot him in the crotch area and he lets go of the building, falling into the portal. He ends up taking Abby with him. Erin attaches herself to this world and jumps after and saves Abby by shooting the logo with the proton pack. They are pulled back into their world, but have completely white hair. Everything goes back to normal and the mayor says he’ll fund them from now on so this won’t happen in the future. He says he’ll still deny the truth though because he can’t have that even though the entire public seems to now believe in the paranormal and that the ghostbusters saved them all. The press claims it’s terrorists putting hallucinogens in the water. New York ends up lighting their buildings to say they love the ghostbusters.]

[tomasorban]

FRACTAL DHARMATA & UNIVERSAL HYPER-INTELLIGENCE

Our rediscovery of the accurate 3D Dharmata geometry is based on the novel Timewave discovery of Novelty Theory, visionarily rediscovered by ontologist Terrence McKenna, initially in the 1970s.

The Timewaves’ typological morphology has been acredited by UCLA scientist and mathematician, professor Ralf Abrahams (A Chronology Of Time), as the fractal symmetry of the ontological morphology of time itself.

The Timewave verified to be an accurate cartography of time’s temporal wave architecture within the atomic clock observation measurements made by Los Alamos Laboritory physicist, Dr. Sheliak. The temporal behavior within the scale of the ATOMIC clocks, behaved accordingly to the Timewave-1 graph topology…

Thus, Puharich’s assertion to the ATOM’s nucleus MM force within the proton, to be following fractal electric/magnetic charge, which he also relates to the Mandlebrot set — is clearly here highlighted for the very first time. Especially when we understand the relation between the Timewave, Dharmata, and the mandlebrot fractal, as follows…

This leads us to our findings… By tracing the complete Timewave graph into 3D computer animation software; replicating the design 180° in mirror symmetry; and then rotating this into 3 dimensions, the beautiful and remarkable precise morphology of the Dharmata was resurrected from the catacombs of antiquity. Dharmata’s shape is traced by the Mandlebrot fractal symmetry outline.

Before Leonardo Da Vinci’s version of this mandelbrot fractal design within his Leicester Codex, he was preceeded by several hundred years in the remarkable labour undertaken by Monk Udo of Achen, who spent 9 years calculating the accurate Mandlebrot set which he called Divinitas (“Godhead”), rather than using Abacus, he utlised the Vedic mathematics of ‘algorythm’ calculations that utilised the Vedic arabic numerals (based on Brahmi-script), (The forgotten genius of Udo von Aachen", Schipke, R.J. and Eberhardt, A., Harvard Journal of Historical Mathematics, 32, 3 (March 1999), pp 34-77), which itself is derived from Vedic mathematics. He depicted it as the star of Bethlehem.

The Timewave, also appears to be the accurate morphology of the full permutation of the DNA genom (by the implication of Dr. Martin Schönberger’s accademically impeccable I-Ching and The Genetic Code: The Hidden Key To Life). Thereby, the fractal MM fields of the hadronic force in the proton, through 8hz electrolysis of water, producing the amino acids and full proteins in the very same fractal symmetry as itself… which itself is the complete permutation of the DNA code, is extraordinary…

That is: proteins “Made in the Image of its Creator,” the organising 27D Hadron through its MM fractal symmetry… and which turns out to be the symmetrical geometry of the full permutation of the DNA codon language.

Thereby, giving a fractal (self-similar, self-organising, self-reflective/conscious), hyper-topology of the All-One Macro nature of the hadron’s hyperdimensional unified hypercharacteristics... The hadronic mechanic’s Macro Irreversible Hyper-Organisation of all life.

Thereby: the hyper-morphology of indivisible wholeness that is all-one Hyper-Intelligence — HTI: Hyper-Temporal/Hyper-Terrestrial Intelligence.

UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE OF LIFE

Thus, some initial major decipherments of the Universal Language orchestrated by the Hadronic-Intelligence Hyper-Organisation of Life, have been decrypted, self-embedded and axiomatic within the very cipher codes of life itself, and within the very heart fields of proto-matter (proton-matter proper).

Hereby, we have identification of the fractal Universal Language composed of a hadronic hyper-semantics that has seamless axiomatic similitude in its linguistics between the fractal design of the code of life and the fractal geometry of the MM force comprising the alphabet of all the periodic elements that composit the universe…

Same fractal semantics as the DNA life code and the organising fractal force in the heart of all the periodic elements that built the universe… And the application of one (the fractal MM within the proton), upon the element water (by 8hz electrolysis), produces living complex amino acid chained proteins that grow according to the fractal Dharmata/Mandlebrot image/symmetry, that is the characteristics of the MM proto-force in the atomic heart; and which is also the fractal image of the entire ontological morphology of the DNA code, itself a composite of amino acids…

Talk about Self-Organisation, Self-Reflection, Self-Similarity… The same, self-similar, universal All-One Mind-Heart — the indivisible unity between the, so called, inanimate and the animate (such a consequence is also objectively established by hadronic hyper-mathematics. Arbitary connections have been eliminated, illusive assumptions vacuumed into nonexistence)

The human genome is some 3.6 billion DNA letters in length, whilst one single X-chromosome is a macro-DNA molecule some 160 million DNA letters in length. Dr Robert Pollack relates that the DNA:

“Is also a form of text, and that therefore it is best understood by analytical ways of thinking commonly applied to other forms of text, for example, books.”

— R. Pollack A Crisis In Scientific Moral, Nature, 385,1997. pp 674

One cannot analyse a text like a book, if one presupposes that there was no intelligence behind writing it. The very fact that the DNA turns out to be an intricate language, written in complex grammer, reveals an intelligence that has a far more holographically integrated hyper-semantics than our present use of languages.

The DNA resonating crystal is an intelligently ordered linguistics with a holographic laser resonation communication continuum, as molecular biologist Dr. Frank-Kamenetskii relates:

“The DNA crystal is aperiodic, since the sequence of base pairs is as irregular as the sequence of letters in a coherent text.”

—M. D. Frank-Kamenetskii Unveiling The DNA. New York, VCH Publishers, 1993. Pp 31

Or as noted biologist Sir Charles Dobbs had relayed:

“The whole of the protein in the human body is replaced in roughly 160 days… When one contrasts the great complexity of the protein molecule with the fact that millions of these substences are constantly being built up and disintegrated in the human body, and moreover rebuilt to precisely the same structure, one cannot help but speculate about the controlling mechanism.”

—Sir Charles Dobbs, quoted in Dr. Harold Saxton Burr’s, The Fields Of Life (Ballantine, New York, 1973).

Thus, to find the same fractal self-similarity in the DNA code’s permutations as that of the organising force within the protons from the hadron omegon, should seriously transcend the primitive assumption of zero intelligence behind the DNA life book.

The fractal self-similarity thus of DNA, time, the proton’s hadronic magnetic monopole force, and the fractal growth of life exposed to the 8hz ELF field of this fractal force, demonstrates a post modern fax simile of the Veda’s, “man made in the Image of the Original Model of Manu,” and the Biblical, “Man made in the Image and the Similitude of God.”

Puharich’s observation of the fractal ‘mandlebrot’ geometry arising from the Magnetic Monopole force within the proton, in the 8hz electrolysis of water, and his above mentioning of this being the fractal electric and magnetic charge within each of the 3 quarks that compose the proton of the atomic nucleus, now has some astounding and surprising cross-verifications…

That is: the Timewave fractal form discovered by McKenna, vindicated by Temporal Chronologer Dr. Ambraham, and observed to be the actual nature of the fractal geometry of time within the atomic clocks, by Dr. Sheliak.

However, clarity descends only when our novel discovery of the Dharmata 3D symmetry of the Timewave was renderred, and the Dharmata is beautifully outlined by the Mandlebrot set.

The Vedic description of the Dharmata (which also means “the universal law of divine love”), and taken forwards all the way into Sanskrit/Buddhist art and cosmology, is also utilised as the geometry of time, the Dharma Maha Kala (“Law of Omni-Time”).

Java, Indonesia, Meru temple with 72 Dharmata Stupa’s upon the AUM Sri Yantra, 27 line geometry. With 432 Buddhas. Charting the 27 Lunar mansions

Forinstance, the 72 Stupas placed on Mt. Meru, in Java, Indonesia, is a prime example. Not only the outline of the Dharmata, but the fact that there are 72 of them on this version of the Meruprastara mountain (the sum of each row of bricks that build the Meruprastara pyramid equates to the sum number sequence that 8hz established upon itself within water… 8, 16, 32, 64 etc… Meru AKA the Sri Yantra, or the Sierpinski pyramid of modern mathematics).

These 72 Dharmata/Stupas are arranged on the Meru pyramid (itself acting as chronomonitor of the 27 lunar mansions through which the Moon passes in one lunar year), in such a manner as to mark the 1° of precession shift of our planet within the 12 zodiac houses — 72 years per degree, 360 x 72 for the complete zodiac wheel (nevermind the axiomatic 27/72).

Meru Prastara Vedic Pyramid Altar & Chonomoniter

[nerdforestgirl]

The Holographic Excitation — 6.05

Summary: The gang celebrates Halloween with a fancy dress party at Stuart's comic book shop, but Sheldon and Amy can't agree about which costumes to wear.

1.) I used to have a huge poster of Howard’s NASA photo. I don’t know what I did with it.

2.) When Amy says weird stuff, it makes her want to be her friend even more. I wouldn’t talk about my friend’s husband’s genitals, but I’d love to talk about weird stuff with her.

3.) Thinking about how later on Amy kinda gives up trying to get Sheldon to do anything she wants, this makes me kinda sad. If he had just agreed to dress up as Elizabeth and Darcy, maybe she wouldn’t have been so hesitant to go on Professor Proton later. At least then he tries to fix it and encourages her to do things even if it would upset him. And they managed to find actual matching costumes later.

4.) I miss when Penny clearly liked Leonard. Not just loved him, but really liked him. They used to have fun together. Some of that was lost by the end of the series.

5.) I don’t blame the guys with getting tired of Howard talking about space. It gets old even in this episode. Though, it’s clever that they get him to stop with Buzz Aldrin.

6.) The Easter Eggs on the board are good. Blossom and Joey is a common one to point out, but Dharma and Greg is also good (Chuck and Bill worked on that one together too if you didn’t know that).

[lothirielswanmarvel]

Imagine: the Avengers Taking Care of You When You’re Sick

Tony Stark: Tony may not have marital instincts or a working liver, but he will constantly worry over you. Be prepared to be pampered with buckets of cough medicine, stakeouts on the couch with your favorite movie marathons, and J.A.R.V.I.S./F.R.I.D.A.Y. bugging you every five minutes to ask if you need something.

Tony: I love you, but I’m also wearing the suit while we cuddle. As a safety measure, of course. Not from you—supervillains know my address, remember. I’m not scared of germs, Y/N...have you seen the Lysol can around?

Steve Rogers: Steve isn’t exactly an expert on the world of modern medicine, but you will be confined to the couch, under custody of Mama Steve. He’ll try old-world remedies like making chicken soup and enforcing plenty of rest. 

Steve: Y/N, we’re out of clean dishes...maybe I could serve the soup in my shield...wait, where is my shield?

Clint Barton: Clint is a messy person by nature, so when flu season comes around, chances are, he’s stuck on the couch with you. But you will be his first priority—he’ll call in sick to S.H.I.E.L.D. just to take care of you. 

Clint: Y/N! Here’s a giant bowl of soup...come on, it’s not Cap’s shield. That must be the fever—you’re hallucinating. Like that time you saw me take the last slice of pizza.

Natasha Romanoff: The Bodyguard. No one is going within ten feet of you with Natasha nearby. You will rest undisturbed under Natasha’s watch. This woman has seen gore galore: no amount of snot, vomit, or other disgusting things left unnamed can scare this woman. She will stay by your side permanently until you are fully healed...also be prepared to be drugged unknowingly. 

Clint: Nat? Why is this soup crunchy? Are you hiding vitamins in my food again—?

Natasha: Shh. No one has to know. 

Thor: Thor has no fear of snot or possible sickness (come on: he’s lived with Loki for 1000 years. He’s seen worse). He will sit with you and keep you warm. He may not know the human practices of fighting illness, but he won’t leave your side and will ignore all boundaries of personal space. Thor may even try Asgardian remedies to nurse you back to health (do NOT put any of it in your mouth).

Thor: My mother was a witch, Y/N, and so was my brother: I will nurse you back to full health, myself. Here, I made this broth for you.

Bruce: Is...is that an eyeball in the soup?

Bruce Banner: He’ll make a pillow fort in the lab and sit with you. Bruce has no problem making quick runs to the drug store and whipping up some herbal tea for you. He will be understanding and completely selfless as your caregiver.

Bruce: Are you sleeping...? Does this mean I can watch Professor Proton? Oh, you’re awake. Sorry. 

James Rhodes: He’s been taking care of Tony for years: compared to him, you’re a leisurely walk in the park. Rhodey will spend the day in with you, watch some movies, take naps. 

Rhodey on the couch: What the hell... *pulls out a bag of Tony’s hidden blueberries* ...are these Barnes’ plums? Damn, he really is a raccoon.

Wanda Maximoff: She’ll be an expert at getting anything you need with her powers. Wanda is also the Compound’s Tea Guru, so she’ll keep you hydrated. Wanda won’t worry as much as the others, but she does still worry: she knows how strong you are. You’ll pull through. 

Wanda: *picking up used tissues with her magic and putting them in the trash* I love you, Y/N. I also love my manicure, and I’m not sacrificing it to the snot monsters. 

Vision: Vision is new to eating and sleeping and normal human things, but how he feels about you is probably the core to his humanity. Vis will be very by-the-book, attempting to make chicken soup (then caving and asking Wanda to do it), offering you different brands of cough medicine, and basically reiterating everything off Wikihow. Vis will also be your personal thermometer. 

Vision touches Y/N’s forehead: I advise staying in today, Y/N. Your fever is spiking up to 102.456 degrees Fahrenheit. 

Peter Parker & Shuri: :o 

Scott: Okay, that’s just weird...can you tell me how hot my coffee is right now?

Sam Wilson: He is Mama Steve 2.0: even Steve comes to Sam in distress. You couldn’t be in better hands: Sam knows how to build people up, and will be your personal life coach during this sickness. Sam will let you wear his jogging sweats if you get cold, and he’ll play pranks on Bucky for your entertainment.

Bucky: WHERE ARE MY PLUMS

Tony: WHERE ARE MY BLUEBERRIES I WAS STORING THEM FOR THE WINTER

Sam sitting with you and a bowl of fruit: You wanna smoothie, Y/N? 

Bucky Barnes: The worst chance at survival (but in a heartfelt, adorable way). If your health teeters, even if it’s something like a simple cold, this man will freak out. You are Bucky’s world, and you’re usually the one taking care of him: he will feel obligated to get you through this. Being gentle with someone is...not something he’s familiar with, but it will be evident that Bucky’s trying: even if he almost burns down the Compound just to make you soup. Plus, his metal arm feels great against feverish skin. 

T’Challa: The best chance at survival. T’Challa will steal you away to Wakanda to spoil you. Enjoy the luxury of the palace while trying out high-tech massagers (and the equally-relaxing purr of T’Challa’s voice ;) and snuggling with bullet-proof silky vibranium blankets. You get to hide away from your responsibilities, and T’Challa will make sure you have everything you need. You will always be on his mind until you recover. 

Peter Parker: Aunt May raised this boy right. Chicken soup? On the stove. Back massage? In progress. Peter is harnessing his own Mama Steve, and he won’t leave your side. But don’t let Peter do everything—because he will try, and Aunt May doesn’t want to call the fire department again. 

Scott Lang: The other worst chance at survival (but an entertaining one). He will try his best to keep your spirits up—that means doing every magic trick known to the geek community. It pains him to see you upset, so you may have to muster a fake laugh just to soothe him. Scott is still a father, so he does know a thing or two about taking care of someone. He’ll camp out with you on the couch, and you can expect your roles to be reversed two weeks later, when your sickness carries on to him.

Scott: You’re right, that’s snot funny. . .I’m sorry, that was a sick joke. 

BONUS EDITION:

Loki: He will nurse you back to health himself: he knows potions and remedies to do so. But he will almost seem solemn or detached as he does so. Loki loves you more than anything in the world, but sickness is a reminder of your mortality, and it’s a harsh reminder for him. Loki’s skin feels cool and refreshing against feverish skin. He will press soft, tender kisses on your forehead, and stare at you silently as you rest. 

Nick Fury: Sickness will tremble before this man. Fury know’s you’re strong enough to beat this illness, and he will put you under house arrest just to make sure you are getting the proper rest you need. He will also send Agent Coulson to be your personal maid/caretaker. 

Stephen Strange: The chances of survival here are pretty high. Nothing scares Stephen away, after being a doctor for years and fighting beings from different dimensions. He’ll make sure you have everything you need, speaking in a soft voice as he occasionally smoothes out your hair. Stephen has a spell to combat every sickness defect from coughing to sore throat, and he can make portals so you can spy on people while you recover. His cloak is very fond of you, too, and will choose you over him in your feverish state. 

Carol Danvers: She’s pretty much immune to everything, so Carol won’t hesitate to sit with you and have a sick day on the couch. She’ll try to stay upbeat and positive, but seeing you less than 100% worries her. Carol will stick around earth for a few days until you’re back on your feet. Plus, with her powers, Carol’s a gorgeous source of heat to keep you warm. 

Carol: You got this, champ. I know you’ll get through this, cause you’re my hero. 

A/N: Hia Awesome Adventurers! I hope you enjoyed this, school is back on this winter and I hope all of you are staying healthy. Stay tuned for the Guardians of the Galaxy, the X-Men, and Wakandans taking care of you when you’re sick! Love, fortune and glory to you!!