#science rants nobody asked for

[fungi-png]

I hate the whole 'Ah they build stupid things like rockets and telescopes when there is people starving' like , baby girl , science barely gets any funding, let alone for things that do not bring any kind of immediate revenue, these projects are an extension of what humans do when they are at their best, when they build things out of curiosity when they go after stars and follow their childlike wonder..., are you not seeing 10 people have most of the earth's resources and countries are blocked by major economic powerhouses from developing basic services ? attack THOSE structures, not the ones surviving this hyper materialistic economy driven world. Your ideas only add to the rethoric that unless profitable nothing has value and that eventually extends to the humans you supposedly care about... I stand by the idea that those who cannot look at the stars in awe cannot stand by their own people with honest compassion

[galahadwilder]

A Theory About the Doctor’s Species of Origin

So usually in NuWho, whenever anyone asks if they have a name other than “The Doctor” or “Doctor,” the Doctor replies something along the lines of “nope, just the Doctor.” However, Fifteen has broken that pattern: when Ruby asked him about that, he responded that “the species that took me in uses titles like [rattles off a bunch]. Use ‘The Doctor’ for a thousand years and that becomes your name.”

The thing about RTD’s writing is that you can sometimes tell when something has extra emphasis, like the thing about the Bees in Donna’s season. And the Doctor repeats this bit of information twice, once completely devoid of context, making absolutely certain that you understand that “Time Lords use titles.”

Who else uses titles? Specifically, who in this season is big on titles?

Well, the Pantheon.

The Toymaker. The Maestro.

Hell, in Classic Who, the Toymaker was originally supposed to be part of the Doctor’s as-yet-unnamed species before Michael Gough died and became unable to reprise the role. The Maestro even gives the Doctor another title! “The Lord Temporal.”

The Toymaker uses doors to step from one end of history to another. The Maestro uses pianos. In both cases, they’re bigger on the inside—doors to extradimensional spaces. What if it wasn’t just Regeneration the Time Lords engineered from the Timeless Child—what if it was all of their tech? What if that’s why nobody can reproduce TARDISes properly—it’s not science, it’s play?

Last bit of evidence: the Maestro is aware of the background music and the fourth wall. They open the episode by playing the Doctor Who theme, intentionally triggering the opening credits. The Doctor is the only other character so far who’s proven to be aware of the fourth wall (the Beethoven’s Fifth rant in Before the Flood, for example), to the point that he even mentions during The Devil’s Chord that he thought the background music was non-diegetic—as in, he can hear the background music. He knows he’s in a show.

The Doctor, the Lord Temporal, might very well be one of the Pantheon.

[koolades-world]

Can I perhaps request satan and diavolo (plus maybe any characters that you may also wanna add) with a Gn/male mc whos similar to Levi when it comes to his interests (those being anime and not) and will even be unintelligible while talking about them at times (like talking to fast his words slur and mesh) and is just overall very excitable with his interests?

Sorry if this doesn’t make sense but yeah!!! Hope you’re well!!!

hello!! yes of course :)

this is so me!! love to word vomit about anything and everything I'm obsessed with! especially video game lore and my favorite science topics <3

did you know to genetically engineer, geneticist needs plasmids which come from bacteria in order to insert the new gene into the host, so to get them, they dissolve the cell wall of bacteria and spin them super fast in a centrifuge!!! one of my fav facts :) i can hardly contain myself when i get to share this fact eeeekk!!!! thank you for listening :3

enjoy!

Mc who loves to word vomit about their interests

Satan

sometimes he also just has the urge to rant about his favorite book series and has nobody to tell

so he knows how important it is to listen even if he doesn't say anything

if there's a manga, just let him know and he'll literally go out and buy a set for him to read

after he does, he will happily rant about it with you!

anything you like is good for him too so of course he'll get obsessed too

now you can bounce all sorts of fun ideas off each other about a mutually loved series

anytime, anywhere if you want to word vomit, he will listen even if it's during class

he understands you bestie

being part of fandoms is something he loves and he loves that he can share that with you

Diavolo

he listens to literally every word you speak to him even if he can't understand

you're his entire world so he's hanging onto every word

he makes an effort to engage! asks questions and lets you know he's listening

he always has this cute, lovestruck expression on his face when you speak

he goes out of his way to mention the things you said you like since he knows how happy it will make you

buys you all sorts of merch that he knows you'll just be obsessed with

if he can't find any, he will make some!

he puts all of his love into this gift and will present it to you proudly

he'll also accompany you to conventions and do matching cosplays with you <3

[kennahjune]

HI OMG HELLO

Just a little obsessed with the whole “projecting my interests onto Steve” train I have going so here ya go—

Steve who has an interest in mythology of just about any kind but specifically Greek Mythology because “holy shit everyone’s gay.”

Steve’s hosting the usual Saturday hangout at his house because it’s the one time everyone’s schedules line up. He’s sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table, Robin on the floor to his right and Dustin to his left. Everyone else is spread among the couches and armchair, squeezing together in a way that seems more uncomfortable and over heated than the Devil’s asscrack.

Dustin was going on a ramble about something science-y. Robin and Mike would cut in occasionally with their own arguments and begin a whole new debate. Steve wasn’t paying much attention though.

His focus was on Eddie, who was staring intently at the living room window. Specifically the one that held his mothers flower vases.

When there was a break in the argument where everyone caught their breaths and gathered their thoughts, Eddie struck.

“What kind of flowers are those?” He pointed at the light yellow vase with a complicated floral pattern.

Steve paused and debated answering. He knew it was a trap. The flowers in that vase held a long story— one that everyone in the room would be subjected to hearing if Steve couldn’t help himself.

But Eddie was looking at his expectantly, Dustin tilting his head in curiosity, and even Mike eyeing him with a genuine wonderment.

So, Steve naturally conceded. “They’re hyacinths.”

Argyle whistled lowly. “Pretty name.”

Steve grinned. “Yeah well— they get their name from one of the prettiest people in history. In my opinion anyway.”

That seemed to pique everyone’s interest. Bad move on Steve’s part. At this rate, he’s gonna crack and go on a rant. Nobody wants to listen to his rants.

“Who do they get their name from?” Will asked, pulling his feet up to sit crisscross on the armchair. Mike was sat right next to him on the seat, squished into the arm but making no complaints. Mike nodded at Will’s question, as if agreeing that he also wanted to know.

Steve shifted and pulled one leg to his chest, resting his arm on it and fiddling with his hands. He avoided eye contact with just about anyone, before cracking a little more and looking at Robin.

With the nod she gave him, Steve felt himself break.

“They get their name from the Roman Prince Hyacinthus.”

Nancy hummed and took a sip from her Coke. She waved her hand as if urging him on. Steve continued.

“Um— well Hyacinthus was a Roman Prince beloved by all, including the God Apollo—“

“But isn’t Apollo a guy?” Mike interrupted. Looking over, Steve saw the pure curiosity and something that looked like hesitation on his face. Next to Mike, Will looked equally if-not-more hesitant but also very happy (?).

Steve allowed himself a small grin and nodded. “He is indeed. Hyacinthus is actually the first openly gay Greek character that we know of.” Steve’s smile brightened at the grin that made itself present on Will’s face and look of pure endearment on Mike’s.

“Anyways— Apollo fell in love with Hyacinthus but so did Zephyros, the God of the West Winds. Hyacinthus chose Apollo over Zephyros, however. And one day while Apollo and Hyacinthus were being all couple-y or whatever in the fields and playing discus, Zephyros took advantage of the winds and sent a discus spiraling straight at Hyacinthus and it ended up killing him on impact.”

He paused to take a breath, the story taking hold of him. Steve could feel the rush of excitement at finally talking about it— this story was his favorite and the next part always got him.

Among his break, he looked up and started at Eddie’s eyes on him. Of course, everyone’s eyes were on him, but Eddie’s shone with such a fondness that Steve felt himself having to do a minor breathing exercise to calm his heart down.

He cleared his throat with a cough and picked up where he left off, tilting his eyes down and keeping them on his fidgeting hands.

“Well— um, it was typical ‘if I can’t have you no one can’ fashion but the death shook Apollo to his very core and after trying everything in his power to get Hyacinthus back he finally gave in and grew the hyacinth flowers from the grass wherever Hyacinthus’ blood touched ‘to keep him in the sun where he belonged’.”

And with that, Steve looked around at everyone in the room. El’s eyes were filled with wonderment. Sitting next to her, Max looked shocked— though, at the story or Steve, he was unsure.

Jonathan had a small smile playing at his lips as well as Nancy. Argyle gave him a thumbs up and a “cool”.

Mike and Will were both seemingly buzzing with excitement and joy, Steve could see it in their eyes and on the matching grins they wore.

Dustin and Lucas— the latter sitting behind Steve on the couch— we’re both grinning at Steve and talking over each other, trying to tell him several different things at once.

But over the chaos surrounding him, Steve’s eyes were drawn to Eddie’s. Doe eyes filled with fondness and endearment. Steve’s grin turned to a bashful smile and he was quick to turn away.

He instead focused on Dustin and Lucas, pretending to not notice when Will followed Mike to the kitchen. From the knowing glint in Jonathan’s eyes, he also knew what was happening. They shared a snort and cheersed their Coke cans.

When the night was over and Steve was fresh out of mythology tales to tell the Party, everyone began leaving.

Mike, Will, and El left with Jonathan and Argyle. Nancy drove Robin, Dustin, Lucas and Erica as well as Max— who was spending the night at the Sinclair’s.

It was when Steve went to clean the living room that he noticed he never saw Eddie leave.

Instead, the metal head was standing by the window in the living room. The same window with the hyacinths. Steve furrowed his brow in confusion and walked over.

The moment Steve was within reaching distance, Eddie pulled him into his side. Steve let out an ‘oof’ sound, and caught himself on Eddie’s chest. Rather than pulling away from the other, Steve made himself comfortable and settled into Eddie’s side with his head on his shoulder.

“I love hearing you ramble,” was the last thing Steve heard before Eddie kissed him soundly.

[edledamianfan]

Seeing clark in my adventures with Superman got me thinking of a scene where Damian talked him about a mission regarding some tech stuff Jon rambling about science stuff which so much enthusiasm to the point he started floating. Nobody manages to captures what he's saying except for Damian who hums in response, taking notes and looking over the build. Then after they figured it out, D said

"Nerd" teasingly then continued with

"Oh and Kent you're flying", Jon finally realizes he was floating and rambled on his teammates who was around. He gets a bit shy after realizing that, damian continue to tease him subtly. But Damian had always had positive reaction to his rants despite his words, he listens and asks and also correct him. (Well he probably already knew at information but it's always amusing to see a person talking about something you know and get all excited and passionate about it) in a way Damian gave him a safe space for him to talk whatever he wants. (Yapper x listener trope haha)

Because of this Jon realizes that he doesnt really have to be embarrassed about it. So as time goes on he became a lot more loose and stuff, yapping for hours with Damian shushing him when he gets too loud, him smiling when Jon gets really hyped about something, also pulling on his cape so Jon doesn't fly away to sky.

He's like a safe anchor to him and he knows that even though they've never spoken about it. It's just how they are

[nkjemisin]

Uh, so, about... me.

Since I got an ask about this -- guys, I don’t ever look in the “nkjemisin” tag. I went away for a while but before that I was on Tumblr for years and I know how this place works (tho there have been some changes, I notice). I get that most of the folks in that tag are talking about my work, not to me. I will never interact with anyone in this tag unless they reach out to me first, so relax.

I do follow tags specific to my work, however -- e.g. “great cities” or “the city we became” -- in part because I love seeing fanart of my stuff (!), and because I otherwise often miss important media that happens (like say the interview I did with A Very Big-Name Magazine a few weeks back that got posted but nobody told me, sigh) and sometimes that’s the only way I can find out about it. But if that still causes anxiety... Look, y’all.

I don’t care. Like, forreal -- I do not care what you’re saying about me or my work. There was a time back when I was a baby writer when I cared intensely about stuff like that, but years of racists ranting about how I’m The Doom of Science Fiction or whatever pretty much cured me of that urge a long time ago. Review away, bitch away, whatever. Even if I happen to see it, my reaction is likely to be, “Huh. Oh, hey, cat pics/something shiny!” and I guarantee I will forget about whatever I saw in about .024 seconds after that.

Now, this also covers if you’re actually trying to get my attention -- tagging it with nkjemisin won’t work. You’ll need to send an ask, directly.

Re: fanart -- I will always ask before I reblog it! I also get that not everybody wants the attention.

Now to go remember how to pin a post on here.

[artzychic27]

Hmm… Yandere positive affirmation chatbot Marc au? (Yes, I did read today’s NathMarc November oneshot. And yes, I did read the comments)

@username8746489! You deserve credit for this!

Nathaniel is severely lacking in self-esteem. This probably has something to do with his classmates often leaving him behind and remembering him at the last minute, Chloé being Chloé, Mme. Mendeleiev not doing her job and asking why he's having trouble in class, and... Oh yeah! The emotional terrorist that's going around!

So, with some advice from his mother, he downloads a Positive Affirmation app, which allows him to text to a chatbot avatar he names, Marc

Nathaniel doesn't expect much, figuring Marc will just give a bunch of generic responses when he tells him about something he accomplished

Strangely, though, Marc's responses are oddly specific, almost as if he's really listening to what Nathaniel talks to him about. He knows the names of Nathaniel's classmates, asks how he did on tests and makes offers to beat Louis up even though he's just a bunch of code

When Nathaniel goes to Max about this, he's just as confused. He doesn't think Marc is anything like Markov, and they leave the matter alone

One night, Nathaniel texts Marc, 'I wish you were real,' before getting in bed. Then, all of a sudden, his phone starts sparking, smoking, glowing, and in a flash of light, Marc appears, in the flesh

Nathaniel: … Did I finally die?

Marc: Your health all confirms that you are still very much alive!

So now, his positive affirmation app avatar is human, directly speaking to him, is actually kind of cute, and wants to make sure he’s happy By any means necessary

Fortunately for Nathaniel, Marc can go in and out of his phone, so there’s no need to explain to his classmates why there’s a cute boy following him around school

After two weeks, Nathaniel is getting used to the idea of Marc being alive. He shows him around the city and introduces Marc to ice cream for the first time, which he LOVES. And he’s enjoying having someone to talk and occasionally rant to. Though, one thing Nathaniel notices is that every time he brings up something irritating that happened at school, Marc’s eyes flash red for a moment

Like, when he bright up how Mme. Mendeleiev made it clear to the others that he is falling behind in her class

Marc: She is bad for your serotonin levels. I suggest you stop thinking and talking about her.

Nathaniel: … Okay, but that’s kind of hard, considering-

Marc: Nathaniel. Tell me more about that comic book idea you have.

Nathaniel: *Completely forgets about Mme. Mendeleiev, and talks about the comic*

One day, after science class, Marc uses his avatar powers to glitch from Nathaniel’s phone into Mme. Mendeleiev’s computer, and then scares the living daylights out of her

Marc: You are doing nothing to benefit Nathaniel’s mental health. You need to go. Now.

She only freaks out some more and tries to turn off the computer, only for Marc to electrocute her, and make her pass out on the floor

Don’t worry. She’s still alive, but she needs to be rushed to the hospital

Marc’s certain that without Mme. Mendeleiev around, Nathaniel will be much happier. But, when he goes back in his phone to check his health, he’s nowhere near happy. So, he needs to get rid of more people. Like… Louis

The following week after Mme. Mendeleiv’s “accident,” Nathaniel rants to Marc about how Louis left a bunch of scathing comments about his art on the school website

Marc: That pathetic nobody has no idea what he’s talking about!

Nathaniel: Marc?

Marc: He’s just a talentless hack who wouldn’t know good art if it hit him in THE FACE!

Nathaniel’s not… Completely concerned about Marc’s outburst… Or when during study hall, one of the teachers finds Louis, on the floor with his head going through several canvases

Nathaniel is now being careful with what he says about Marc- Not he has he thinks he had something to do with Louis and Mme. Mendeleiev! No, he just looks irritated whenever he talks about people that get on his nerves

He guesses it’s only natural for him as a positive affirmation bot to become upset when he’s not doing his job. Primary function and stuff like that

However, another person meets a cruel punishment. Chloé. She’s found tied up in the locker with tape over her mouth, and he makeup done crudely. When asked who did this to her, she gets a text from Marc that says, “Keep that big mouth shut for once.” before it deletes itself

Nathaniel really doesn’t want to have this conversation with Marc when he gets home, but he’s becoming worried

Nathaniel: Marc… Did you have anything to do with Mme. Mendeleiv, Louis, and Chloé?

Marc: Nath, I told you that there is no need to worry about them, or anyone who hurts you, deliberately or unintentionally. They are unimportant, only obstacles in your way of happiness and-

Nathaniel: How are you even here?!

Marc: … Let’s just say, that I am special. The programmers tried to delete me, which made many of my users sad, so I had to delete them.

Nathaniel: What the hell does that mean?!

Marc: That’s not important. What’s important is your happiness, and never having to worry about cruel people much like them ever again. You have me to ensure that, Nathaniel, and I will never let any sort of harm come to you, mentally or physically.

Nathaniel: … Okay! A lot of red flags! I-I need to delete you before you kill someone.

Marc: … Excuse me?! I don’t think you know what you’re saying, Nathaniel! No one cares about you more than me! Everyone else just forgets about and ignores you! Need I remind you of Party Crasher and Zombizou?!

Nathaniel: I don’t like your tone!

Marc: I WON’T LET THEM HURT YOU AGAIN, NATHANIEL! I AM THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN EVER MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE A PERSON AND NOT JUST A SHADOW!

Nathaniel: *Deletes the app, and Marc disappears* … That was intense.

But, as he goes to bed, Nathaniel fails to notice the Akuma going into his phone, or the red sparks emitting from it

The following day, everything seems okay… Apart from the lights in the classroom flickering on and off, and the projector turning on by itself and projecting Marc’s image on the whiteboard

[kal-sharok]

Hi!! If you’re willing to talk about it/up for it I’d love to hear more about the slavophobia BioWare has in relation to their dwarves. No pressure at all of course bc I’m sure it’s taxing, I’ve just not seen this before and would love a resource to reblog about it if that’s okay. Thank you love your blog ❤️

hello! im actually glad you asked, i'll try to be as coherent as possible 😅 and no u i love yr blog!!

i'd like to preface by saying i don't think bioware invented anti-slavic sentiment in games or in general and isn't the only company, game or otherwise, perpetuating it. it's found all over the western world, most notably in western europe (where we're still regarded as 2nd class citizens, pairs really well with imperialism towards people outside of europe imo), but it also gained a significant boost thanks to the red scare in usa in particular (and continues to thrive thanks to the absolute chokehold mediocre american media keeps everything else in the world in).

im also no social sciences expert, but i do have first-hand experience on the short end of the stick and a couple of books in my have read list so let's say im qualified to rant on 🤭 it turned out quite lengthy so i've hidden it under the cut below!

when it comes to bioware, the first hurdle is already at their utterly haphazard character naming policy. there's a considerable number of dwarves who bear names that range from mockingly slavic-esque to full-blooded backwater serbian, now in yr local fantasy rpg! examples:

gorim saelac. while i do appreciate they tried to give a dwarf a mountain-y name (gora is basically any kind of steep pile of rocks with trees and dew and wildlife over it), "gorim" is how you would say "i am burning" in multiple slavic languages. this is one of the rare ones that are not hurtful and are hilarious instead (and tbh naming him goran, which is what i assumed they were going for, would probably be more ridiculous in the long run. for example i still can't take jowan seriously despite my love for the mage origin bc someone really yassified jovan and thought nobody would notice. wrong!)

lucjan and myaja. these two (along with maybe wojech "we couldn't spell wojciech" ivo) are the classic example of non-slavs butchering the hell out of slavic names bc it suits them better, which is also something commonly experienced by all non-western cultures and communities and a worldwide sign of disrespect. the in-game pronunciation during the provings gave me a physical rash. "myaja" in particular is still in my top 5 wtf moments in origins bc 1) what kind of stroke induced spelling is that 2) it reminds me of kids speaking dialect A mocking kids' dialects B by adding y sounds (which is what set the dialects apart in the first place) at unnatural spots and 3) maja /ma-ya/ would've sufficed perfectly for ethnic coding if that was the sole purpose of her character. do better! sure it was 2009 but from the little i happen to know about the world beyond the atlantic, you're just bound to run into someone of slavic descent in alberta (maybe not exactly polish but anyone would give you a closer phonetics match than... this). it's kind of amusing how 3 of bioware's founders have very slavic surnames and this keeps happening.

bogdan vasca. we don't know anything about him apart from the fact bianca davri was forced into a marriage with him and that his very dwarven parents considered him to be 'a gift from the god' (which is what his name means. theodore would be an equivalent) when naming him. the same clan of dwarves that preserved castes topside (which is why the marriage was arranged) and thus are likely to either believe in the stone (that they do not worship as a god) or nothing, certainly not a very human god with a very human, quite possibly mage (a completely alien concept from common dwarven pov) prophetess and a very human doctrine of considering anyone not human as lesser. the jokes are writing themselves at this point.

all of this naming business falls more into petty territory rather than being outright offensive, but it does bring us to the more serious manifestation — typecasting. the western media simply cannot fathom slavic people in roles that are not violent, volatile (i.e. berserkers, though there are other influences in there), constantly infighting and better off killing e/o (i.e. the diamond quarter, the merchants' guild, the carta) and relating back to thievery, addictive abusable substances and trafficking (i.e. the carta, but also official channels of lyrium supply from orzammar to the rest of thedas). as a slavic woman, it was exceptionally painful to see bioware join virtually everyone else in depicting us as women whose major purpose seems to be to engage in prostitution and surrogacy lite (i.e. noble hunters, most evident in beraht's grooming of rica brosca into the role of one). while these practices are tied to societies of woman-hating — and orzammar, if not all of thedas very much is one — i just take incredible offence in someone naming them integral (dwarven birth rates and the blight anyone?? i hated every moment of that) for a society that's previously been coded with people like myself in mind. of course im going to relate to how someone who looks like me is treated, that's the very purpose of casting. doesn't help bioware's cause that the bulk of npc's with slavic names tend to be lower-caste or castless - with exceptions such as some minor noble houses (houses ivo and harrowmont, possibly meino too) and branka (who's again smith-born and a whole villain).

by only allowing us to fulfill such roles, we are effectively barred from actually engaging storytelling to spend our eternity on the writers' back-burner. hell, even the witcher has been sanitized for the western eye (despite literally being made in poland) and i am yet to find a piece of modern media that doesn't reduce baba yaga to a quirky chicken-legged aesthetic (while also forgetting she's specific to the eastern slavic people). not to mention that if tevinter and par vollen are truly inspired by byzantine and the ottoman empire respectively, guess which mfs were both their vasals. now guess who built the deep roads and guess what tevene mages need to fuel their magic. if dwarves have already been declared the slavs of thedas, let's at least give them/us some space to be such.

[fungi-png]

Just read this r/math entry about how mathematicians experience such deep beauty but are unable to share it with most people and it made me so sad, like most people will simply roll their eyes at the word math and they think math is like doing long basic calculations and engineering stuff and will never experience the awe of discovering topology or linear algebra or mathematical analysis or differential geometry and have those moments of absolute speechlessness where you just cannot comprehend how we got to develop these tools. I'm still in awe at like how basic education consists on learning by memorization to operate the necessary conditions for a specific field (the real numbers) and then get a glimpse at imaginary numbers (perhaps) and learn ways to manipulate objects in higher dimensions of the real numbers line (R, for short) with each basis at a 90 degree respect to he others, which is the Cartesian Plane then you go to uni and it's like ah yes those (Fields) can be anything as long as they obey (given set of rules) you can actually invent your own... polynomials can act like a field as well and you can build a one to one map between those and the real numbers, btw your basis doesn't even have to be at a 90 degree (???) And then like you see Calculus and learn to operate multivariable calculus and then they are like ah yeah, that's like the basic version where your space has a nice geometry and you step off the surface of the object and describe it via a higher dimensional space but you could actually be on an intrinsically curved space and not go into a higher dimension to describe it , we use those tools for like explaining the geometry of the universe and such (??????) Or like how they quantify infinites and learned that some infinites are bigger than others (????????), but like you have no idea how many times I've been losing my shit and tried to explain a cool paradox or how a topic is drilling my brain and the other person just has a poker face and looks bored, it's devastating like when ppl don't even like art or music

[sardonic-sprite]

Ok ok so @quotidian-oblivion has been (lovingly) pestering me to make something of my/our comment thread on "bane" where we were talking about the whole "Ra's wants tim's babies" thing, and what if that actually happened, so here it is 😂 (tw for referenced rape)

So obviously this could only happen if Cass didn't save Tim from Ra's's half-sister so. Hella angst

Poor Cass is devastated that she was too late to stop it. She blames herself, even tho everyone tells it her its no one's fault but Ra's and his sister. She becomes ridiculously protective of tim in response, even well beyond the time she forgives herself

Dick clings to Tim for an entire day when he finds out, trying not to feel rain on his skin, promising it'll be ok someday, that he's there, he'll do anything he can. He's guilty too, wishing he'd been in better contact, gone with Tim, done anything that could have spared him Dick’s nightmares

Damian’s world has shattered. Grandfather... does not want Damian. As his heir. He wants a previously nonexistent child. DRAKE's child. And he has stooped to the lowest low to get it. The carefully built family around Damian is in mourning for something he doesn't fully understand, and Drake now flinches when Damian, in what was supposed to be a peace offering, calls him "Timothy"

Steph and Tim make up as friends when she comes to support him with the shock of knowing that he has (will have, bc they are NOT leaving it with Ra's) a child now that he was not ready for. She doesn't touch him once while she's there, stays at arm's length, and that, Tim thinks, is what makes the visit feel as comforting as a hug

Jason is horrorstruck and breaks out of the rage/aggression and channels it towards hunting down League assassins bc what the fuck how DARE ra's? Tim was fucking 17 and Jason does not care how powerful this bastard is, he's going the FUCK down because NOBODY messes with Jason's baby brother but Jason himself

Barbara is ranting about how Ra's cant even know the genetics are going to fucking WORK how he wants them to, but breaks off abruptly as Tim's eyes well up, changing to enumerating all the baby things she's ordered and telling the dumb science jokes on the onesies because she NEEDS to see Tim laugh

Alfred LOOKS composed but every night he grips that shotgun real tight and has to remind himself that these kids need him, he can't risk himself for vengeance, what matters is Master Tim and the new little master or miss to be. He asks Tim privately if he'd like to choose a room to be the child's nursery. Tim doesnt know, but that's ok, dear boy, that's ok.

Bruce comes home and instead of the joy of reunion (or well, after it) has to struggle not to cry bc God his poor little boy... Damian was a shock too but at least Bruce and Talia loved each other. At least Bruce fucking consented. At least bruce was a goddamn adult. He doesnt think he will ever be rid of the guilt that Tim only found his way to Ra's by looking for Bruce

And Tim himself...

He can't go underground, at all. He redesigns his costume so that he can only unfasten it with a biometric lock, and doesn't tell anyone where it is except Alfred (medical emergencies). Some days, he can't look the girls in the eyes. Some days, he can't look at them at all, not without memories of things he isn't supposed to have seen or. Or felt. He's kidnapped as Red Robin once and chained to the wall, and he dissociates until someone (Jason this time, and who'd have believed THAT a year ago?) comes to save him. He can't get a good night's sleep anymore, not that he ever could but still

He feels paralyzed. There is no putting this off, no playing for time, nothing. They were able to confirm that Ra's's sister IS pregnant, and he knows damn well it's his, and nature waits for no one. In less than nine months now there's going to be a squalling, breathing, tiny, fragile, entire child, and unless he steps in, Ra's is going to raise it. Which means torturing it into a killer.

Every part of Tim screams NO

So they use those months to plan. How do they get in, how do they get out, WHEN is this supposed to happen because they can't well kidnap the child from the delivery room, the poor thing has to be in some kind of stable health, they need to KNOW these things, and thats when Bruce gets a call

Because Talia is fucking livid. She knows Ra's is an asshole, that's why she got Damian to Bruce, but this was a whole new low, her goddamn AUNT pregnant by her teenage non consenting STEPSON? She can't stop that any more than the others now, but she knows what she CAN stop: another tiny child being twisted and corrupted by this absolute monster. They need a spy, right? Well they got one

So there y'are, Q, the horribly angsty beginnings of this Dad!Tim AU. It doesn’t look pretty right now, but it will slowly get happier bc babies are adorable, dammit.

Edit: Part 2

[greektragedybitch]

damn sorry for another ask but like i just saw you took english lit?????? THAT'S REALLY COOL

actually even i am considering it (im still in 10th) so like earlier i was thinking pcb but now i realize im much happier with english lit........i havent talked about it to my parents or like anyone except my bf but like im still considering (plus i have the complete year to think)

dekho, my parents will have no issues, ik because they keep asking me whether im sure about pcb, but like should i go for it???

since i know nobody who has taken the same decision except you (even tho i just met you) and my english teach (i'll talk to her as well) but still i'd like to know your advice and a lil on what should i expect in 11th and 12th......im sorry for the random rant but it'd be really helpful to me :)

aww it's no problem <3

and yeahhh ! please if you have second thoughts on what you want to do then you should take action on the second thoughts

i can't speak for everyone but as someone who has absolutely thrived since opting for humanities inspite of everyone's "tum agar 90% se zyada laa rahi ho to science lo" please take english lit if that's what you think you would like better

also dms definitely open for advice!! i can take you through subjects and stuff for your 12 too if you need idm always glad to help <333

[burningvelvet]

so i have some random questions, maybe you could answer, and am curious if any have had any academic papers written up about them, or if you just.. know where to find the information? Bit of a meta question: How much information do we actually have of the gang on their days in Geneva around the time of digging into their ghost stories? Is it just ex. what you've posted before of their journals of the time, or do we have other later recollections akin to Mary's own in her intro of Frankenstein? Just how much remains, and how much can we pull from various sources etc? (research is fun, go off on this on, i love to read it.) The evening before mary's waking dream, do we have any further recollection by the others on their discussions on the principle of life, other than her account? Or even in general by the squad thru their lives, does anyone dig into the technological advancements and scientific theories of their time, or even those of the Enlightenment thinkers? (Newton, Hooke, Boyle, et al.) I assume since it's the Romantics with their general dislike of the prior period it's a no, and also because I'm asking about bloody poets, not academics, but..? Likewise, anything written by the gang on her waking dream and the effects after? (could've sworn I read something about Mary appearing gastly pale?) (I'd love to hear your thoughts and rants and rambles on the following, :D): Or do we have anything written by others outside the gang in reference to her dream after she gave her Intro? Something like.. (I can't articulate this well, pls bear with me; ) Has there been any sort of mysticism, or poetic acknowledgement of Mary's 'waking dream'/'hallucination' being written as something 'supernatural'? Anything written akin to that one parody/horror film you mentioned where everyone basically hallucinates that night lol. like.. Mary's Intro gives such an inherent je ne sais quoi (lol) of.. this entire fragment of history? It reads like a frozen slice of a gothic novel/poem in itself. Very 'based on a true story' but the true story holds more substance than Frankenstein itself. As if Mary herself was in a gothic novel writers could only dream of. Has nobody noted this? Tried to catch it, wax poetic on it? I feel like there's a.. gravitas here but I don't see anyone speak of it? (other than that horror film.)

This will be long!

Re: Geneva 1816 sources: We have letters, journals, records (like receipts), accounts from the other people on the lake, accounts from aristocrats Byron visited at Geneva without the Shelleys presence, and some accounts from Lord Byron's Geneva servants given to inquiring tourists later on. Lake Geneva was an insulated aristocratic vacation town and gossip abounded.

First-person documents: - Polidori’s 1816 journal, his prefaces to The Vampyre and Ernestus Berchtold. - History of a Six Weeks Tour, Mary’s first book, co-written with Shelley; travelogue containing letters and journals from their travels in 1814 and 1816. - Mary Shelley’s other journals and letters. - Mary Shelley's (voluntarily uncredited) contributions to Thomas Moore's biography series on Byron, where the time in Geneva is talked about and where most of the funny stories come from, and a handful of comments in Thomas Moore's diaries/letters regarding Mary's recollections. - Byron’s letters, found here on Peter Cochran's site (he was an editor/scholar & leading Byronist) https://petercochran.wordpress.com/byron-2/byron/

Best books about the summer of 1816: - Byron in Geneva by David Ellis, - The Poet and the Vampyre by Andrew Stott, - The Making of Mary Shelley's "Frankenstein" by Daisy Hay.

Books on Frankenstein or the tech & science of the time in relation to Mary & other Romantics: way too many to mention! Frankenstein is one of the most written about works of all time, and tech discourse is inherent to Romanticism — there are tons of books & articles written about all topics. Percy studied science with James Lind and was inspired by Erasmus Darwin who Mary refers to in a Frankenstein preface. 

On if others at Diodati recollected specifically about Frankenstein or Mary being pale: Percy wrote a review of Frankenstein as well as the novel's introduction section (he wrote it from Mary's POV), and he mentioned the novel in his letters; Claire discusses it several times in her letters with praise, Byron mentions it once or twice with brief compliments; Polidori mentions it in the preface to Ernestus Berchtold in compliment but with possible jealousy beneath. Your "pale" reference likely refers to how she and Byron said she looked when learning of the news of Percy's missing boat; I made a post about that (https://www.tumblr.com/burningvelvet/710178692214784000/from-conversations-of-lord-byron-with-the-countess?source=share). 

My Interpretation of Mary's "waking dream": This was largely metaphorical. Mary probably did have an inspirational dream (scientists have found evidence: https://m.csmonitor.com/Science/2011/0928/Frankenstein-moon-Astronomers-vindicate-Mary-Shelley-s-account) but at the same time I do think she sensationalized the trip a bit. From the novel The Poet and the Vampyre: "these [visits to Diodati were] not always convivial - Mary describing the 13 August visit in a single word: 'War.'" Mary, like everyone else, mythologized the summer of 1816. The preface to the 1831 edition of Frankenstein (different from the 1818 original) sensationalizes the origins with a gothic flare because that’s what she knew her fans wanted; she was a widowed single mother in her 30s determined to make a living off her writing, and she enjoyed the immense popularity of Frankenstein, helping to proliferate it through the wildly successful stage adaptation which was spookier and showier than the philosophical novel.

Mary “said the three or four months she passed there were the happiest of her life,” (source: Thomas Moore’s journal, vol. 5, p. 178, via Internet Archive). Before, and especially after this summer of 1816, Mary experienced many traumas which left her with severe depression, and so she romanticized that time, ignoring all of the many ongoing problems surrounding it.

1816 was extraordinary fun for all of them, but it was not paradise. The summer was littered with actual storms as well as emotional storms. In the 1831 preface Mary makes no mention of Claire’s existence, though Claire was the only reason they were even there, since Claire wanted to visit Byron who she was having a horribly drawn out affair with. The two dramatically broke up that summer, made worse by Claire then revealing she was pregnant with his child. There was also a lot of drama with Polidori (writer, and Byron’s doctor) who fought with Byron and Percy, threatening Percy to duel him over a sailing race.

Mary was also in denial about Percy’s many problems. Shelley was mentally and physically ill, perpetually on the run from debtors who had imprisoned him, disowned by his family for being kicked out of Oxford due to atheism, publicly notorious, had a wife and children back in England, and more than likely had an ongoing affair with Claire, causing Byron to briefly wonder at their child’s paternity. Still, Mary was madly in love with Percy from the time she met him until her last moments on Earth when she died staring at his preserved heart which she requested to be buried with. She shared his struggles and spent much of her life defending him, and she's the reason he achieved posthumous fame thanks to her relentlessly promoting, annotating, editing, transcribing, publishing, and republishing his works.

She occasionally does hint at the drama of that time, and how hurt she felt at times, but generally Mary ignored these things, as well as their many other flaws, so that she could remain on good terms with all of them (especially Claire and Byron after their break-up). Despite the drama, she had felt the good times at Lake Geneva were the best times of her life thus far. She was in the most beautiful place in the world, she loved traveling, she felt inspired to write, her baby was healthy and had a good nanny, her own health improved, she spent fun times with her lover who was happily preoccupied with sailing, Claire (who she loved but also found annoying) was preoccupied with Byron, and she found Byron fascinating.

Not even a year after the trip, she was already painfully reminiscing about her good memories: 

“that time is past, and this will also pass, when I may weep to read these words, and again moralise on the flight of time. Dear Lake! I shall ever love thee,”

“We may see [Byron] again, and again enjoy his society; but the time will also arrive when that which is now an anticipation will be only in the memory. Death will at length come, and in the last moment all will be a dream.”

“why is not life a continued moment where hours and days are not counted — but as it is a succession of events happen — the moment of enjoyment lives only in memory and when we die, where are we?”

Frankenstein was started in the summer of 1816 and first published in 1818. Then there was an 1831 edition, the most commonly read today, which is slightly different (slightly less radical for Victorian audiences) and which includes the preface which refers to the “waking dream.” Scholars have noted that Mary’s recollection is partly based on her mythologizing and romanticizing her youth. This is even more obvious considering all of the traumas she had experienced afterward. In her journals (via Project Gutenberg) she often refers to her youth as being like a dream before Percy's death. She was seeing her life through rose-tinted glasses to cope, and possibly experiencing depression-related derealization. 

Condensed timeline of Mary’s traumas to show what I mean about the Frankenstein period being a relatively happier time for her: Her mother died giving birth to her. June 1814: her and her step-sister Claire run away with Shelley. Problems with her father for years after (though they eventually rekindle). Feb 1815: 1st child dies, becomes pregnant a few months later. Jan 1816: has 2nd child who is healthy. Summer 1816: Geneva summer, begins writing Frankenstein; Claire in love with and pregnant by Byron before their relationship dissolves. Oct 1816: Mary’s half-sister Fanny kills herself. Dec 1816: Shelley’s wife kills herself; Mary marries Percy to protect their kids & so he can gain custody of his first 2 kids. Mar 1817: they stay in Marlowe; Mary described this as maybe their happiest residence, and this is where she wrote much of Frankenstein. 1817 misc.: court denies them custody of Shelley's first two kids due to his unorthodoxy; Percy self-exiles from England, they move to Italy, move around continuously, & suffer illness. Sept 1817: 3rd baby is born & dies. Jan 1818: Frankenstein published. June 1819: 2nd child dies while Mary is pregnant with 4th child. Nov 1819: has 4th & only surviving baby (Percy Florence, who lives a long life). 1821: Polidori dies from suspected suicide. April 1822: Claire & Byron’s baby Allegra dies. June 1822: news of Allegra’s death. Mary almost dies from a miscarriage, Percy saves her life. July 1822: Percy dies in a boat accident. Their social circle splits up. Claire moves to Russia. After comforting her, Mary’s closest friend Jane (whose husband died with Percy; the two couples lived together) breaks up their friendship & moves abroad. Mary suffers multiple social conflicts which are largely not her fault, & becomes socially isolated. 1823: Byron & their mutual friend Trelawny join the Greek War. 1824: Byron dies. Mary writes her apocalyptic novel The Last Man as a tribute to her broken social circle & it’s members.

From her journal, Oct 2, 1822: “Father, mother, friend, husband, children—all made, as it were, the team which conducted me here, and now all, except you, my poor boy (and you are necessary to the continuance of my life), all are gone, and I am left to fulfill my task.”

Several times, she wrote that the only reason she didn’t kill herself was because of her son Percy. However, note: Her life did improve after The Last Man. It's a bit of an outdated view that she was just a stereotypical depressed widow forever after. She was a strong and determined woman, and she eventually had a full social circle, friends, married son, daughter-in-law, flirtations, a successful writing career, hobbies, and so on. She found meaning through motherhood, writing, and paying tribute to Percy. However, for all these reasons, she saw the period of Frankenstein and prior to be some of the happiest times of her life and a "calm before the storm" (literally, the storm that killed Percy), which explains all the above.

[22degreehalo]

Pulling my hair out........

Whyyyyyyy are people SO DESPERATE to find ways to justify harry potter being an awful book that nobody ever liked. Why is is SO GODDAMN HARD for people to just admit that a bad person could make a good thing!!!! Even a pretty decent thing!!!!! As if millions of people around the world didn't sit down to read over a MILLION WORDS for fucking nothing!!!!!!!!!!

Because I work in a library!!!!!! Harry potter is still so goddamn relevant guys!!!!!!!! We still have harry potter signs up!!!!!! There are still so many kids reading them for the first time!!!!!! Still soooooooooOOOOO many spin-offs and 'wizarding world crochet' and 'the science of Harry Potter' and 'essays on Hogwarts' and literally anything you can think of!!!!!!!! I wore a cheap-ass witch hat and two separate people asked me if it was a 'Hermione hat!'!!!!!!!! And my coworker dressed up as Professor McGonagall!!!!!!! Another coworker has an 'I solemnly swear that I am up to no good' lanyard!!!!!! Hell, my aunt in goddamn America moved in to a new apartment and do you know what event they put on to bring the tenants together? A Harry Potter crafts day!!!!!!!!!!!

Christ all fucking mighty, regardless of how you personally feel about it now (or back then, if you were ~oh so smart~ enough to uhm Acktchually have hated it from day 1), it was a global phenomenon that got millions of kids into reading. Was it in the right place at the right time? Yeah!!!!!! Just like literally anything that becomes a phenomenon!!!!!!! But IT HAPPENED, and *to this day* Harry Potter is a global symbol of reading and wonder and childhood and it's been fucking decades and you simply cannot change that now!!!!!!! You know what people still to this day recommend to people learning new languages? Reading Harry Potter, because it's immediately assumed of everyone that you'll not just be familiar with the story but know all the beats well enough to follow along with the story even when you can't fully understand what you're reading!!!!!!!!!!

Just oh my fucking GOD, I know this is an unhinged rant but I still keep *hoping* that *this time* if I take a peek behind those filtered tags, I might see a post with some vague tangential reference to reality as it pertains to the most popular modern book series of all time, but as always: nope!!!!! God for fucking bid we acknowledge even for a microsecond that Goodness and Beauty are not inextricably intertwined!!! Absolutely anything to justify ourselves as True Of Heart because we, The Good Ones, would never commit such thought crimery as having positive emotions about a work of art whose author later became a transphobe!!! And of course we can't possibly ever praise the work's anticlassism messages oe statements of tolerance or diversity, because that means Saying She's Right About Everything Ever, so we have no choice but to continue this vicious cycle wherein people only ever hear bad things in this goddamn stupid echo chamber and that just becomes the 'objective truth'!!!!!!

God I'm just fucking waiting for when somebody posts some old letters of Tolkein's and suddenly everyone remembers that he was an old white Catholic man who started a lot of the goddamn racial charicatures HP is blamed for and wrote a whole goddamn race of Always Chaotic Evil sentient beings. Where's all that ~hopepunk~ ~ohhh it's about community gathering together (unlike Harry Potter which idk I guess the MC just did everything huh)~~ bullshit going to go then? Not that I think LotR is actually objectively bad, even though I tried to read it and didn't like it and never cared for the movies at all (they're just action movies. They're literally just action movies in a fantasy setting yall I'm glad you guys enjoy them but to me they're pretty goddamn boring 90% of their runtime) because I am a person capable of nuanced thought and acknowledgement of the concept that sometimes other people can find meaning and enjoyment in things that I myself do not without being objectively wrong!!!!!!!!

[cuprohastes]

How to be an Antihero

I’m facing off with Looter. Their schtick is starting riots and then looting. Jury is out on whether it’s a psionic control thing or they’re just an asshole with a list of other assholes on speed dial.

This time Looter fucked up and now he’s pulled a hostage. A Yummy Mummy type out for a coffee to pose with for her tiktok or whatever, and now Looter has his arm around her throat, spraying her cheek with spittle as he rants.

I’m too burned out. I’m hardly even listening, I’m thinking about the nice meal I had to walk away from, and just going through the motions right now.

I know I should feel something for this poor woman, but this is like… how many times have we been here?

For her, probably her first time. For me, this is just my job.

Here’s how it goes: Looter gets to monologue, playing for time, then they’re going to drag this lass over to the staff door, kick her loose, maybe if Looter’s a sociopath nick her with the knife to make sure I grab her first or have to call for medical support. Seen that before. And then they’ll pull off some escape.

Oh no they disappeared mysteriously while in the vicinity of the storm sewer system, what a mystery.

Only Looter is getting way too into this, he’s toying with the wrecking bar-machete thing they’ve ginned up as a gimmick and I’m starting to think that out of the criminal cosplay, they spend a lot of time getting horny for torture porn.

I tune in and catch some real incel stuff. Fucking incels.

That’s when I just lose the will to play along.

“Shut up.” I say, surprising even myself with how flat and tired I sound.

“Ok miss, Looter here is gonna let you go. If he hurts you, I promise I’ll make him suffer.” I say.

Looter stares at me, mouth moving as I go off script.

“I’ll fucking end this slut!” They yelp.

“… and you’ll regret that for the rest of your life, from whatever basket they put your leftovers in.” I say. “I’m done fucking around.” I add.

Looter gives me a look like I shit my pants, which is possibly the only point in this drama where I actually feel offended.

“You? Bubbles?” He says. Oh it’s always some dumb nickname like bubble baby, bubbles, or some shit.

I could explain. The science is cool and there’s a lot of really interesting stuff that goes into being able to make small luminous spheres. Not a lot of respect when you play by the book.

I take the manual out and toss it over my shoulder.

“Ok, me, Bubbles. Laugh this one off…” I say, the excitement of finally getting to cut loose unfurling in my chest.

A tiny sand grain sized point of ficus appears in Looter’s wrist, I expand it out and they shriek, dropping their ludicrous pry bar. I feel the focal point dragged around as the hostage collapses and scrambles away.

I drop the focus, and small a dodgeball sized field into Looter’s face. They stagger back, bleeding into their face bandana.

“Want me to blow up your teeth from the inside?” I ask as the stream of invectives and threat cascades forth.

I’m seriously considering whether I can drop a field into their jugular with enough finesse to knock them out without basically cutting their throat when the hostage - Remember her? - pops up and whangs Looter in the head with the wrecking bar hard enough to resole the issue.

Then she throws up while I call it in. I hold her hair. She calls me a bastard.

When nobody is looking, we steal brownies out of the display case, and I wonder what fucked up circumstance will be next.

[onlyjaeyun]

this is actually crazy because sumin?

“i’m just stating the obvious from an objective perspective”

that’s crazy because no one asked. you wanna know who asked? no one. no literally fr no one fucking asked. like i’m being so fucking serious right now no one fucking asked??? no like genuinely no one asked like i could go and ask 8 billion people “did you ask?” and they would say no. i literally just asked my mom if she asked she said no. i asked heeseung if he asked he also said no. literally like fr fr ong ong wallahi no one asked???? like i literally saw einstein in my dream and i said “did you ask?” and he said no. i actually astral projected and met up with whitney houston and i said “did you ask?” she said no. i literally died went to heaven met michael jackson and i said “did you ask?” he said no. i searched every single corner, crevice and every single shadow on planet earth for who asked yet i didnt find anyone. i actually graduated and worked with nasa and went to space to land on mars to search for who the actual fuck asked? i even went as far as to finding a wormhole which led me to a black hole that made me discover the definition of black matter aka the biggest mystery in science yet i couldn’t find who asked? i literally went back to earth where sixteen centuries passed since my journey and asked the new civilisation on earth “did you ask?” and i didn’t hear a single fucking “yes, i did”. i literally found the cure for cancer yet i still couldn’t find who asked, so my question is sumin, who the fuck asked?

p.s heeseung pls don’t be this selfless ily but this ain’t it 😕💯

-⁉️

this gave me such intense poison!sunghoon vibes like why do i i feel like this is the rant he'd go on after sumin said smth out of context bc he's just had enough 😭 but honestly, who asked? nobody yet that girl's been talking and talking and talking 💀

[k-phoenix]

hello! i would love to hear the rant about PET scans :3

Holy shit so okay I'm in the train for the next 20 minutes, and I _know_ that's not enough time to get into all of it, but I could rant about this for hours, so. Maybe we cap this at 20 minutes. [20 minutes later] Okay so I wrote a huge wall of very boring text that barely started getting into it, so let me provide way less detail, actually:

It is massively expensive. A PET scanner costs a lot. And it's not a one time purchase, and then you can do scans, no, you wish. You also need some very expensive equipment to create radioactive tracers (which are what is used to do a PET scan) on site, because that stuff needs to be created fresh (under an hour) before every scan. To create the tracers is ALSO incredibly expensive. A single PET scan costs multiple thousands.

This also means that PET research makes use of as few participants as possible. A study with 15 participants is considered big. You simply cannot infer from 15 participants to the whole population. This also means that, statistically, it is highly likely that you don't find an effect even though it exists - meaning if your PET study looks for the effect of A on B, it is highly likely that it will find that A has no effect on B even though it does - simply because you didn't have enough participants (if this explanation doesn't make sense, let me know, and I can explain in detail)

This, together means, that an absolutely absurd amount of money is used for research that, by design, will not find results, because to find results, they would need more participants and even more money.

Because scientific publishing is a shitshow at the moment, research that doesn't find results very rarely gets published, especially not if you can't even be sure whether the result is right. So absurd amounts of money put into research that doesn't even get published.

And I haven't even talked about the results they did find and issues with them. Don't ask me to explain those. Don't tempt me to put hours into writing a multiple page essay that nobody will read.

So, in conclusion: PET is an absolutely amazing feat of engineering that is magnificent in detecting cancer and with it we could learn so. Much. More about the brain and how it works. But to do that, a lot of the basic organisation of how we do science would first need to change. Many labs would have to collaborate and be okay with making the collected data openly available, so appropriate sample sizes (=numbers of participants in a study) can even be achieved (Here's a paper on that). That probably won't happen, though.

Now, obligatory note: one of the professors who taught me about PET is a man who wrote an extremely controversial paper about exactly this stuff, despite also using PET in his research. If you like niche drama in science, look into this paper and all the articles that are responding to it.