#the scientist answers

[uncanny-tranny]

The leftism/anticapitalism leaving people's bodies the zeptosecond you imply that disabled people who aren't "productive" still matter in society and need to be treated like intrinsic equals who have a place in this world:

[cowboyweevil]

he caught a bug everyone clap

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

i had to

[screams-of-the-damned84]

no context chappell roan hyde from the qna that I drew in five minutes. please enjoy

[markscherz]

You are everything I aspire to be

If parenting has taught me anything, it is the importance of getting down on your hands and knees and teaching not just facts, but love and enthusiasm for the natural world.

This is my son Q and me. I have dozens of photos like this by now, even though he is just two years old.

Every chance I get, I will kneel down with him and show him the little creatures all around us. Especially when they are frogs. He loves frogs for some reason. No idea why.

It is important that we all see this together. It is beautiful. It is magnificent. We are here. It is improbable to the highest degree. It is fleeting, but it is everything we get. And we can get so, so much of it. If we just get our faces into it and really absorb it.

So that's what l'm trying to do here, I guess. Get all of you to join me in the reeds. And I am so happy to have so many of you along for the journey.

[skeletonenthusiass]

Could you do some playback papyrus graphics please?

* YOU HEAR A PASSING ECHO...

PLAYBACK PAPYRUS GRAPHICS. These graphics were made for RENTRY. f2uwc & REBLOG. ALL ART BY @LINSSINS

[shanastoryteller]

Merry bday! A continuation of Enola Holmes marrying the viscount of Basilweather would be really cool 😀

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

She wrinkles her nose when Tewksbury passes over her cup of tea with two sugars, unstirred, and she knows.

She puts down the cup too quickly, blood pounding in her ears, and Tewksbury frowns, reaching for her hand. "Enola?"

"Got to go," she says, pushing herself to standing, almost just leaves him sitting there, hand outstretched, but he's her husband and she loves him, so she darts over to smack a kiss on his lips before she's running for the door.

"Enola!" he calls out again, but now he sounds less worried and more exasperated, which is better, which is good. There's nothing for him to worry about.

She wants her mother, who's banned from London and is causing political unrest in Southern France currently, or Edith, who's doing something clever and illegal in Scotland. She'd take Victoria, but Mycroft will be there, and he's the last person she wants to see right now. Sherlock, while beloved, is useless, but his boy is a doctor.

She drops in at 221B Baker Street, picking the lock like always, and is relieved that Sherlock is still asleep and decides not to have any opinions on the various bones scattered about the kitchen table. She assumes there's a reasonable explanation for them.

"Oh, Enola!" John grins and shoves some femurs to the side to make space at the table. "Here, join me, would you like some oatmeal? Are you looking for your brother? I can wake him-"

"I'm pregnant," she blurts out, then bites her bottom lip.

John blinks once, then twice, then says with a gentleness that had made her like him in the first place - because Sherlock wanted to be gentle, but was quite bad at it, so someone had to teach him - "This is what you wanted, isn't it?"

Wanted seems like not the correct word, although of course it is, because she and Tewksbury had been, not trying, but not-not trying, which probably amounted to the same thing, considering how often they - well.

"I can fix it," he says, voice low and serious, "if it's something that needs to be fixed."

Enola lets out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. "No. No, it doesn't need to be fixed."

She loves that he offered. She loves John, more her brother than Mycroft will ever be, sometimes even more her brother than Sherlock is. If nothing else, her brothers had picked their partners well. Victoria and John are a delight.

John is the functional one between them, explosions and skeletons notwithstanding. John is the one that coaxed her brother into a proper relationship and John is the one that knew they were like parents to all the Irregulars and John isn't normal but he grew up normal.

"Are you worried something's wrong?" he asks. "I can look you over."

"No," she says, although, "I mean, yes, that'd be nice because Tewksbury will go spare, but no, I'm not worried anything's wrong."

He leans back in his chair, looking her over, and after almost ten years of dealing with her and Sherlock and even occasionally Mycroft he can read them almost as well as they can read everyone else.

"It's alright to be scared," he says finally. "Lots of women are when they find out, even when it's wanted, even when the baby's healthy."

"I'm not scared," she says, but for the first time her words feel like a lie. "I shouldn't be scared. What do I have to be scared of?"

She wishes her mother was here.

Will her children miss her like this too?

Sometimes she misses her mother even when she's right in front of her, and if nothing else, she's her mother's daughter.

John gets to his feet, stand in front of her, and opens his arms. She looks away even as she steps forward, like if she doesn't look at him when she does it then it doesn't count as weakness.

His arms close around her. He smells like chai and antiseptic and it's only years of association that make the combination comforting. "I can't wait to be an uncle."

He'll be an uncle. Sherlock will be an uncle. Even Mycroft, and Victoria will be delighted to be an aunt, and to raise her children with Enola's. Of course there's her mother-in-law, and Tewksbury's uncle, who have been angling for her to have a child from the day they married.

There's Tewksbury, who loves her, who isn't going to die on her or leave her if either of them have anything to say about it, who isn't going to leave her to raise their children the way her mother raised her.

Alone.

She's been saying she wasn't going to do this alone from the beginning, but standing here in Sherlock's kitchen, with John holding her steady, she really believes it.

[boinky-doinky]

kondraki.......now

Drew this forever ago, but here’s Draven and Kondraki much younger and before the horrors

[fox-guardian]

[ID: A digital drawing of Cecil and Carlos. Cecil is an older mid-sized white man with a graying lilac mullet and mustache, a lot of body hair, tan lines, long purple and teal painted nails, and purple eyeshadow. He is wearing a green cross wrap halter crop top, a teal miniskirt, a purple shoelace as a belt around his waist, furry rainbow legwarmers, and pink bunny slippers. He's holding a black cell phone with a pop socket with the Night Vale logo on it. Carlos is an older mid-sized Latino man with medium dark brown skin, black and gray curly hair with a matching beard, a lot of body hair, and a couple moles by his eye. He is wearing a white labcoat, dull red boxers, white crew socks and brown sandals, a small black stud earring, and large square glasses. The entire image has a magenta filter over it.

Cecil is sitting on a red cushioned stool with his legs crossed over each other and smiling down at his phone. Carlos is standing with one foot raised, hugging Cecil with one arm and holding his free hand over his shoulder with the other. They're both leaning into each other. Cecil says, "Carlos, look! I've been declared the "Ultimate Sexyman"!" And Carlos replies, kissing his cheek, "I could've told you that, my honey-voiced honey~" with "honey-voiced honey" italicized. end ID]

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good evening cecilsweep nation. i made a celebratory Them <3

[glass-spiral]

imagine being jekyll in chapter 12 having actual legitimate heart palpitations and going "I think tea will fix this" like yeah ok buddy you're from the uk we get it

[howlonomy]

Soooooo Monster Clover Swap au? I think that'd be a fun and silly little idea if you want, imagine the new shenanigans that could occur! (And also maybe seeing you draw Chujin again since he has not been drawn since Monster Clover was first revealed (not including mine), trust me I checked)

ok so i couldnt think of how to make it specifically monster clover so i. think i just made a swap au by accident??

[ford-pines-research]

um- hey! it's me again. have you seen bud around lately? is he still here maybe? i... i found a note from him that i'd like to return. uh... and it mentioned some kind of "booze stache at ford's." so, uh... d'you happen to have one?

-tt

Hi, Billy! I've not seen him since his sobreity week ended. Hmm, I don't have a "booze stache", not one that I know of, at least.

[alcordraws]

Ah, lovely Carlos

[markscherz]

Oh you like frogs? Name every frog then

Current tally: 90 (1.18% of all described frogs)

[hightidesandoldmen]

Aight so ive had this fic idea in my head for awhile now-

So Ford in the middle of his dimensional hopping years goes to a dimension based on greek mythology- or the creatures here bled into greece in our world to become greek mythology, or something of the like, and in his research he ends up stumbling upon Aphrodite- and Aphrodite is going by the whole 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder' rule, and basically shapeshifts into being the person you're most in love with-

and Ford was maybe forewarned about this and is cringing expecting to see 'Bill but not Bill' drinking at the bar with Dionysus only to crakc an eye open and see Stan, like- an amalglamation of the versions of Stan he knows- He's looking like that s1 'losing Carla McCorkle' flashback, where there's visual triggers of his teenage self but he's absolutely an adult- maybe he still has the mullet, and is otherwise an idealized form of Stan at an age Ford never got to see his brother at, only barely younger than him but absolutely inarguably in his peak.

Which he thinks whoever told him about the Aphrodite thing was just fucking with him and that's just a normal shapeshifter or smth but it IS her and what's worse she's INTO Ford and is absolutely willing to fuck him in the form he sees her in

[skeletonenthusiass]

some dust sans graphics and icons would be pretty nice since i can’t seem to find any- have a nice day/night

Dust Sans Graphics + Icons

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