#its genetic

[tanejineri]

i think this drawing gave me arthritis

[megalithical]

jon, staring up at conner and clark from clark’s arms:

conner, panicked because it’s his first time meeting his new brother: so, uhm- do you want to go out for a blunt?

clark: he’s FOUR MONTHS OLD??

conner: i don't know! what the fuck else am i supposed to do with him?!

[oceanwithouthermoon]

guysy im. thinking about yandere saiki againgngnanb fuckkkksnaksksj

[intooth-inclaw]

i am ACTIVELY BULLIED in this goddamn HOUSE (my dad downloaded a decibel measuring app and is now telling me i speak at the same volume as a blender and a hair dryer (i am a passionate joyful person)(he calls me forklift now))

[hellsitegenetics]

Are.. are there any matches for Smash Mouth All Star full lyrics? I need to know. For science!!!

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Closest match: Ennomos fuscantarius genome assembly, chromosome: 3 Common name: Dusky Thorn Moth

[alwaystochocolate]

Today my father, who is a very tech savvy individual, said to me about rescuing my Firefox account password that I can't remember and haven't bothered to try to reset yet because I'm still logged in on 2 devices -

"I don't think it's hard. You can do it with a code - a barcode. No, not a barcode, an RC."

And I said to him, "a QR".

[piratewithvigor]

Never underestimate how long I will dedicate to The Bit

[lemonworms]

Can everyone stop making me feel stupid for being an idiot

[odetokeons]

The Substance (2024) + parallels with other horror films

Re-Animator (1985)

Saw (2004)

The Shining (1980)

Videodrome (1983)

Pearl (2022)

Repo! The Genetic Opera (2008)

Carrie (1976)

[that-semi-annoying-martian]

College: oh I get it, you dtruggor with confidence

Me: I have anxiety

College: you're shy

Me: it's anxiety

College: We can work on that

Me: Yes-

College: By learning to love yourself

Me: No-

College: Here, write 500 words on your 5 greatest skills, you'll soon see you have no reason to be shy.

Me: ...

College: You need to be more positive (:

[cowboythewizard726]

THE TOUDEN SIBLINGS, THE TOUDEN SIBLINGS!!!!1!!!11!!!!!2!1!!! REJOICE REJOICE EVERYONE GATHER AROUND THE TOUDEN SIBLINGS OH HEAVENLY TOUDEN SIBLINGS!!!!!!1!!!!!!1!!!!11!!

TOUDENS TOUDENS TOUDENS!!!!!!! YEAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[greenglowinspooks]

Hey. Shakes you by the shoulders. DCxDP where Eobard Thawne is Danny’s cool distant “uncle” that he never sees but always sends in the coolest gifts for the holidays.

~

Danny had grown used to seeing people injured at a surprisingly young age.

He wasn’t injured on the regular, or witness to some sort of extraordinary amount of violence; his parents’ lab was just… very volatile, and they were unprofessionally lax on safety measures on the best of days.

As such, when he saw an unconscious, incredibly injured man wearing some sort of superhero suit in their backyard in the early hours of the morning (he had gotten up to get a glass of water when he heard a thump outside), he didn’t panic, as any young child should have in his situation.

No. Instead, Danny dragged the man inside (with considerable difficulty; despite how thin he was, he was heavy), treated his wounds as best he could (it’s difficult for a child younger than 10 to do stitches, you understand), put a blanket over the man, and went back to bed.

After losing a fight to the Flash and passing out in a random suburban lawn, the last thing Eobard was expecting to wake up to was a small child sitting on the floor in front of him, noisily eating a bowl of cereal.

(He had thought, maybe he would have been found by the Flash and brought to some Justice League holding cell. Or, found by a civilian, and brought to the police. Perhaps, in his feverish state, he had remembered the prison he ended up in from his time, with their brands and chemicals and torturous therapies.)

For some unknown reason, this child had found him, not recognized him as the monster he is (perhaps due to the boy’s age), and helped him—even if his healing factor would have fixed him eventually, having all his parts in the right order certainly sped up the process.

Usually he wouldn’t care for civilians. He’d killed enough that he’d lost count what felt like an eternity ago—and yet, somehow, he felt indebted to this boy. This boy, who had helped him so selflessly, who was so entirely clueless to the evil right in front of him.

This boy, who was all alone in an empty house, whose sister was away, whose parents had gone on a trip and left him behind.

(It didn’t matter the explanation the boy gave for it, Eobard’s mind whispered to itself regardless. Kin. Like calling to like.)

And so, he worked hard to free himself from this debt he had incurred.

He traveled through time, working his way into the family whilst posing as a distant relative. It was remarkably easy; the Fentons didn’t have an incredible memory of their relatives; all he had to do was forge a few papers and mention a few people and he was now “Uncle Eo”.

It was, however, taxing on the mind. These people were absurdly friendly, not to mention talkative. The effort had become a multi-year operation, popping in every now and then for large family gatherings and home visits.

It felt�� nice, to be wanted for once. To be noticed in his absence for more than just his status.

To be liked.

He made sure to send the boy a gift on the right holidays, as well as on his birthdays. With his skillset, it wasn’t too difficult to follow him around and see what he liked and wanted. It also wasn’t difficult to spy in when he opened them, to ensure that he had done an acceptable job.

Of course, he couldn’t let this sort of thing cut into his time spent fighting the Flash, so he wasn’t too present. The last thing he wanted was to drag trouble into the boy’s life from his presence.

But then, it happened.

He found out that this boy, and the one known in his time as Phantom, were one and the same.

It was, as a historian, thrilling.

It was, as a villain, horrifying.

In all his travels, he had never intended to involve himself with that mysterious being which shadowed the Justice League. That ghost with the power, in some timelines, to bring about the end of all things.

Of course, he was also capable of doing that, but it isn’t exactly fun to meet someone who’s powers are a match for your own.

Especially if you couldn’t find it in yourself to end him, should he make himself your enemy.

Still, he had a debt to repay, and a boy to look after.

He delivered things to the boy’s room to help him; tactical gloves, a lightweight protective suit, weapons and equipment. All uncredited, since the boy seemed to value the idea of a secret identity.

He took it upon himself to shift the odds in his favor a few times, even; making faster-than-light adjustments to the boy and his combatants during fights to shift the odds in his favor.

Somewhere along the years, he had formed some sort of odd affection for the boy, if he was capable of doing so at all.

And so, when that ghost-boy sought his Uncle Eo out all the way in Central City, carved open and scarred, a distant look in his eyes, he took him in without a second thought.

He would protect this boy, who once had protected him.

[te4k3ttle]

Sammeth and maximus if telltale wasn't fucking around

[prongcollar]

Dear Marni, I am so sorry, can you forgive me for this?

[since-times-long-forgotten]

yeahg. theyre related. they’re both bugs to me. one stares into your soul like a creature. the other is a pathetic little lad.

drawing on my phone of @pangur-and-grim’s Belphegor and @unfunsized’s Miss Honey (as a kitten) <3

Reference photos used :D

[hellsitegenetics]

Can you please do:

IT’S ME BOY IM THE PS5 SPEAKING TO YOU INSIDE YOUR BRAIN LISTEN TO ME BOY LEAVE THE GIRL WE DON’T NEED HER COME WITH ME AND PLAY MY GAMES WE’LL HAVE COWBOY TIMES IN SPACE DO DOO DO DO YEEEAH YOU NEED ME BOY YOUR FREE WILL IS AN ILLUSION

String identified: T’ T 5 AG T A T T A T G ’T C T A A GA ’ A C T AC A A

Closest match: Pseudochaenichthys georgianus genome assembly, chromosome: 8 Common name: South Georgian Icefish