#the knot dr

[shysheeperz]

[mintleflower]

working out some designs of my own for em

also quick doodle

[medicalunprofessional]

flood

~♫

[jabibi-the-beef]

save me purple-haired pretty boys... save me

[realbeefman]

i don’t really like omegaverse that much (absolute lie) but i DO think that house md would fuck *that* much harder if it was set in the omegaverse

[mayhemchicken-varneyposting]

Varney the Vampire, Chapter 8: Checkmate Atheists

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The party looks around the vault. It's spoopy in there, creppy even, and Henry and George are creeped out. Everyone begins to examine the coffins in the vault, only to find that the older coffins are so fragile that they crumble to dust with a touch. Finally they find a coffin plate with the name of the ancestor they are looking for, who is now named Marmaduke instead of Runnagate for some reason. It's been detached from its coffin, so they scan the coffins with no plate to figure out which one it came from. Eventually, they find the matching coffin; the death date is off by a century, but no one comments on this, so it appears to be a mistake by the author.

The coffin opens easily, and appears to be empty except for a few rotten scraps of cloth. Chillingworth confirms that no dead body appears to have ever been placed in the coffin, at least not one that underwent any amount of decomposition. This news is greatly disheartening to Henry, George, and Marchdale, but not to Chillingworth, who makes the bold claim that he would not believe in vampires if one bit him on the neck. He goes on to say that he also does not believe in miracles, because he believes every phenomenon has a scientific explanation.

The group leaves the vault. Henry remarks that his family is cursed by Heaven, which Chillingworth scoffs at. As they close up the vault and leave the church, Chillingworth attempts to counsel Henry, telling him that the best thing to do is stubbornly refuse to accept his situation, and get really angry instead. Henry comments that this approach sounds a lot like defying Heaven, to which Chillingworth replies that it is nothing of the sort, because if God didn't want us to defy our circumstances He would not have given us defiance in the first place. He then makes the mistake of saying all religion which cannot be rationally explained is merely allegory, and Henry straightens up and gives a moving religious speech, God's Not Dead style, which stuns Chillingworth into silence. The narrator then soapboxes a whole bunch about how religious people always win arguments with atheists because their arguments are so much more true and correct.

My god this chapter is wild. Can you believe the part where they break into a grave looking for a vampire is the boring half of this chapter?

Last time I commented that Henry and George seemed not to know how decomposition worked. This time, it becomes obvious that Rymer himself does not know how decomposition works.

"Some of the earlier coffins of our race, I know, were made of marble, and others of metal, both of which materials, I expect, would withstand the encroaches of time for a hundred years, at least." [...] When, however, they came to look, they found that "decay's offensive fingers" had been more busy than they could have imagined, and that whatever they touched of the earlier coffins crumbled into dust before their very fingers.

How fucking old are these coffins, Rymer??

Next we get a stunning display of just how much Rymer Does Not Care about consistency. First off, Runnagate Bannerworth has changed names - he is now Marmaduke. I don't know how Rymer bungled the name this badly. The name "Runnagate" is never mentioned again.

(Eagle eyed readers may note that I tagged Dad Bannerworth as "marmaduke bannerworth" a couple chapters ago. This is because Rymer later changed his mind on who Marmaduke is.)

The coffins in this vault consist of two layers, an outer and an inner coffin. The outer coffins are mostly wood, with coffin plates affixed to the top, while the inner ones are metal and have inscriptions engraved on them directly. The coffin plate and coffin inscriptions for Marmaduke Bannerworth are as follows:

"Ye mortale remains of Marmaduke Bannerworth, Yeoman. God reste his soule. A.D. 1540."

"Marmaduke Bannerworth, Yeoman, 1640."

Most probably one of these is a typo; I find it hard to imagine even Rymer forgetting which century a guy died in within the space of a single page. It could also be that he truly gave that little of a shit.

Chillingworth roots around in Marmaduke's coffin for a bit before dispassionately reporting that it contains no body, nor any signs of one having decomposed. It's at this point that the chapter really starts to get interesting, as Rymer takes Chillingworth's established character as a skeptic and dials it up as far as it will possibly go, culminating in a Christian-vs-atheist debate between him and Henry and a fairly lengthy editorial from Rymer himself. It isn't clear to me just what Rymer is trying to do with the character of Chillingworth; at all other points in the story, he appears to be a voice of reason and a cool head, with his viewpoints and actions largely considered to be sane and reasonable ones, examples worthy of emulation. Yet here, for a single chapter, Rymer puts him on a soapbox and uses him to make a point about how much he, the author, hates atheism. Evidently Rymer's careless inconsistency extends to the themes of the text and the treatment of the characters; Chillingworth is the model of reason until Rymer needs him not to be, then he becomes a strawman who believes in skepticism like a religion, and whose cold objectivity is evidently meant to come across as harsh and unreasonable.

"Then you are one who would doubt a miracle, if you saw it with your own eyes." "I would, because I do not believe in miracles. I should endeavour to find some rational and some scientific means of accounting for the phenomenon, and that's the very reason why we have no miracles now-a-days, between you and I, and no prophets and saints, and all that sort of thing." "I would rather avoid such observations in such a place as this," said Marchdale. "Nay, do not be the moral coward," cried Mr. Chillingworth, "to make your opinions, or the expression of them, dependent upon any certain locality."

Interestingly, Chillingworth is not a true atheist, professing to a belief in Heaven. I'm not sure if this is because true atheism wasn't really a Thing yet in the 1840s or Rymer just chickened out.

"I am satisfied," said Henry; "I know you both advised me for the best. The curse of Heaven seems now to have fallen upon me and my house." "Oh, nonsense!" said Chillingworth. "What for?" "Alas! I know not." "Then you may depend that Heaven would never act so oddly. In the first place, Heaven don't curse anybody; and, in the second, it is too just to inflict pain where pain is not amply deserved."

Oddly, even though the entire back half of this chapter is setting up Chillingworth's extreme skepticism for Henry to get a sick Christian dunk on at the end, the narrative still seems to want to position Chillingworth's point of view as an admirable one:

Mr. Chillingworth's was the only plan. He would not argue the question. He said at once,— "I will not believe this thing—upon this point I will yield to no evidence whatever." That was the only way of disposing of such a question; but there are not many who could so dispose of it[...]

Rymer is definitely trying to make a point in this chapter - he has all the subtlety of an elephant playing a church organ - but he's muddied it so much that it's difficult to know what to take away here. Am I supposed to like or dislike Chillingworth? Am I meant to agree with him or scoff at his viewpoints? The author himself seems unable to make up his mind.

As we approach the God's Not Dead Epic Dunk, Chillingworth imparts some advice to Henry which would be right at home on Twitter:

"Now, when anything occurs which is uncomfortable to me, I endeavour to convince myself, and I have no great difficulty in doing so, that I am a decidedly injured man."

He has a very high opinion of his own opinions.

"I know these are your opinions. I have heard you mention them before." "They are the opinions of every rational person. Henry Bannerworth, because they will stand the test of reason[...]"

And now we come to the climax of the chapter, when Henry finally speaks out in defiance of Chillingworth's opinions. With apologies for the long ass quote:

"I consider so, and the most rational religion of all. All that we read about religion that does not seem expressly to agree with it, you may consider as an allegory." "But, Mr. Chillingworth, I cannot and will not renounce the sublime truths of Scripture. They may be incomprehensible; they may be inconsistent; and some of them may look ridiculous; but still they are sacred and sublime, and I will not renounce them although my reason may not accord with them, because they are the laws of Heaven." No wonder this powerful argument silenced Mr. Chillingworth, who was one of those characters in society who hold most dreadful opinions, and who would destroy religious beliefs, and all the different sects in the world, if they could, and endeavour to introduce instead some horrible system of human reason and profound philosophy. But how soon the religious man silences his opponent; and let it not be supposed that, because his opponent says no more upon the subject, he does so because he is disgusted with the stupidity of the other; no, it is because he is completely beaten, and has nothing more to say.

I hope my flippant jokes throughout this commentary haven't given the wrong idea here; I have no desire to knock on religion as a whole. But Rymer's soapbox at the end of this chapter is laughably pathetic. Henry's "argument" really isn't arguing anything at all; he's just stating a declaration of faith. The author's two paragraphs of lecturing the audience directly read like bluster. This is a really sad defense of faith; whether you are a believer or not, I think we can all agree that this passage is pretty cringe.

Rymer has one last psychic gutpunch to deliver before he closes the chapter out:

Mr. Chillingworth, who was a very good man, notwithstanding his disbelief in certain things of course paved the way for him to hell,

"Chillingworth is a good guy. He's going to hell though."

What the fuck, Rymer.

Next: FLORA'S GOT A GUN, YOU BETTER RUN

[one-half-guy]

Silver: "Time is fragile"? *Laughs* Did you hear this guy, Tails? *Laughs* Time "fragile"...

Eggman: What you mean, hedgehog?

Silver: Listen, egg breath, just to be able to cross the veil of time, it's required a high level of energy and power, a level beyond even of, for example, what Shadow could generate with only with one Chaos Emerald.

Tails: Keep that in mind!

Silver: Then, let's say you do it, you harnessed such a incalculable amount of energy and power that it was enough to send you to a different point of time... And so? What do you intend? Change the past? *Laughs*

Tails: You have no idea of how hard it actually is... Poor silly Eggman...

Silver: Let's say, suppose, you manage to change the past in such a way that you're not supposed to be born in the new timeline, it creates paradox... If you weren't born in first place, you shouldn't be able to travel through time and change it.

Tails: But then, you did it... The change happened.

Silver: Congratulations, your only possible fates now are be either erased away from the existence or decoupled from the timeline...

Tails: In either way, the history reshaped itself to sustain your changes, even without you.

Silver: You caused the change you wished, but when it happened that such change meant you were supposed to not be born, the timeline just and simply adjusted itself to follow such plot, it didn't collapsed, it rewrote itself to persevere without you, your past collapsed, but your past is nothing compared to the whole universe.

Tails: You bent nothing to your will, the universe merely deleted your contributions when you proved yourself as being too much stubborn to exist.

Silver: You get into no place after all.

Tails: We're merely dust... Dust bound to the will of some force beyond the universe, beyond even the multiverse, a omniversal force that pours an uncontrollable chaos over us, who are arrogant enough to believe we can control something.

Silver: But in the end, we're unable even to control our wishes and emotions...

Tails: We're so arrogant that we're unable to accept there's something out of our control...

Silver: ...when actually, there was never anything we could control.

[buggerup-busters]

Buggeruptober Day 3 - Lazy

I've started a new summer job so I'm a bit busy but I managed to finish this drawing in a slightly different style to usual for me :)

[not-poignant]

Loving the story of Ef and Gary. Will they have sex at any point or is Ef not going to allow that?

So I have two answers to this!

The first answer is - by your definition, yes, penetrative 'penis in ass' sex will be happening - at least as far as I know right now. I don't have a storyline or anything plotted out for this story, but as it stands with the directions the characters are moving in - absolutely they will. Please double check the tags! Knotting is literally right there. (And granted there's other ways knotting can happen, but I mean it in the most obvious way lol)

The second answer is they've already had sex! We really need to move beyond this idea that penetrative sex is 'sex' and everything else isn't. A handjob is sex! A blowjob is sex! Our like... attachment to the act of penetration is lowkey queerphobic/homophobic/transphobic etc., given how many people actually don't have any kind of penetrative sex at all in their relationships, throughout the entire relationship and the fact that most of those relationships are queer.

So let's just decouple the idea that sex = penetrative 'penis in vagina' or 'penis in ass' sex, because that's not much fun for our queer friends who are in relationships where it never happens, who are still extremely sexually active.

(Folks might not know this, but on the average, only about 60% of cisgay men ever have anal / penetrative sex in their long-term, loving relationships. And the rest don't! For them, sex is other stuff - frotting, handjobs, blowjobs, intercrural, you name it.)

(And then to say nothing of the fact that orgasms don't even have to be involved for it to be sex, for some people kissing is sex, fingerfucking someone's mouth is sex, heavy petting is sex, etc. Time to break out of the rigid heteronormative paradigm! We're definitely ready as a society to be way more inclusive about it :D ).

So yeah, anon, Gary and Efnisien have already had sex, they just haven't had a very specific kind of sex that plenty of couples actually never have while still being very horny and sexually active lol.

[freakqueer]

yall would not believe how fucked my back is

[klownkoster]

A silly Hare doodle before bed

[rabbithaver]

there is a delicious "garlic bread" and "basil alfredo chicken penne" in my future

[silverjetsystm]

4. does your muse find any specific features particularly attractive?

5. what is your muse's ideal first date?

{ 🤠 }

romance & relationship headcanons! | Accepting

"A former boss of mine sent me a couple of muscular gentlemen when he heard the divorce went through." Steven fiddled with Lockley's soon-to-be-expired-leftovers, trying to separate roasted carrots and potatoes from egg noodles and turkey kielbasa. Side dishes should be on the side. "Blonds."

Really, it seems they've accidentally fallen into a pattern of nice dark hair, dark eyes. Clever hands calloused with skill. Dimples. Muscles from putting in effort rather than simple aesthetics. They're used to being taller (or very tall) and are strong enough to lift a person, close the distance. so While they don't rule out shorter people, it is nice not having to lean down.

He coughs on a piece of kielbasa. "Why are you asking me? The last first date that turned into something was in a hospital." The fork is set in the glass container, "Anything but a movie theatre. You don't get to know anyone like that. And what if the show is horrid? There's no escape."

[hummingbird-of-light]

No. 17 "You're the lump in my throat and the knot in my chest." ("Leave me alone.")

(Kinda a companion piece to my June of Doom prompt "You'll get used to it.")

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They punched him over and over again. McCoy could feel blood running from his nose and spit out yet another tooth.

They wouldn't break him. He would never work for the Romulans. Not as long as his mind still had the power to fight.

These bastards had killed Jim. They had killed his best friend! And not just that. They had taken over the Enterprise and had kidnapped it to enslave the crew on the planet they had concurred, a new Romulus.

But they hadn't been alone. They'd had help.

McCoy groaned as he saw a familar figure step into his cell. Even though his vision was blurry, he could still make out who it was. The guards beating him up stepped aside.

The doctor gritted what was left of his teeth in anger. If only he could get his hands on that bastard's throat.

"Doctor, I see you're still not ready to comply."

That voice. It made McCoy's skin crawl and made him feel sick. So much he wanted to throw up.

A hand grabbed his hair and his head was forcefully pulled back. The doctor grunted in pain, then glared at his counterpart.

"Oh, I see. You still have some fight left in you, huh?"

That stupid grin. McCoy would give everything to wipe it off that man's face. If only his arms weren't tied up behind his back.

"Leave me alone."

The doctor tried his best to put all of his disgust and spite into his words. Khan Noonien Singh should see just how much McCoy hated him.

"I'll gladly do that. As soon as you agree to my conditions."

Ha! Khan's conditions. That monster wanted for McCoy to genetically engineer his augment body even more. He wanted to become even better. It was just crazy.

A sly grin found its way onto McCoy's lips.

"Never."

With that he spit some blood right into his counterpart's face.

For a moment, Khan looked surprised, then he wiped a sleeve across his face, a smile forming slowly on his lips.

"Very well, doctor. I suppose you leave me no choice."

McCoy just huffed.

"Hurt me as much as you like. I won't help you."

However, Khan just shook his head, the smile on his face widening. He chuckled coldly.

"Oh, I know that you don't care about your life. But... have I told you about my new private slave?"

At hearing these words, McCoy's heart stopped for a moment. His eyes widened.

"He's... a genius. An engineer. A very good looking Scotsman."

"You bastard!"

McCoy pulled at his restraints.

"One of the best slaves that ever worked for me."

"Keep your dirty hands off him!"

"I wonder how much pain and torture he can endure."

"I swear to God, I-"

"What?" A hand gripped McCoy's face and squeezed it forcefully. "What will you do?"

McCoy opened his mouth to say something, but no sound came out. There was a big lump in his throat.

"You can't do anything, doctor. You're helpless. Unless..."

Khan grinned maliciously.

"You do as you're told."

And McCoy knew that he had no choice. If he wanted to keep Scotty save, he'd have to follow Khan's orders.

So he did the only thing he could do.

"I... I'll do it."

[ennaku-sirri-da]

Me losing my hair for like ten years (according to my aunts anyway ) :

*Looks at how I draw Habit*

I'm balding just like him❤️ ( heart emoji )

[104-days-of-gifs]

104 Days of Phineas and Ferb GIFs: Day 92