#del is a patient science brother

[mycupofstars]

I’m trying to explain to Del, the Patient Science Brother, the difference between animals (they are animals) and sea critters (they are in the sea)

He is not on board

#science #animals #biology #delcat177 #del is a patient science brother

[undercoverwizardfanfiction]

Title: Echoes Part 1

Verse: ROTTMNT

Summary: In science, a echolocation is a method to help those navigate paths they can not see.

Characters: Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael, Michelangelo

Pairings: GO EAT A SOCK!!!!

Warnings: None

“Alright, so, it was the afterlife the entire time?”

“It was! Well, it wasn’t, and then it was! And then it wasn’t again!” Leonardo throws his hands up in the air. He then moves from his sitting position on the couch to a half-crouched position, “But then it was again! And during Lost’s early run, fans were like, ‘bro creators, is this the afterlife?’ and the creators were like, ‘no bro, don’t worry, it's not!’ but THEN IT WAS!!!! How cheap is that?!” Leo says, throwing his hands up. He looks to his therapist for any reaction that indicates he is equally as furious as Leo.

But Dr. Del Toro gives Leo the same half-amused smile Leo has come to expect from the therapist. Leo already had a hard time identifying different types of yokai (even with Hueso’s flashcards), but Dr. Del Toro was on another level entirely. Leo had thought he was a simple minotaur yokai when they first met, but then he had walked out from around his desk, revealing eight spider legs (which he only slightly screamed at). Dr. Del Toro gives him a soft chuckle and a shake of his head before writing to his notes, “I can only imagine how frustrating that was for you.”

“IT WAS!! I watched Dad’s old DVD sets, so when I asked him about it he went on a full rant! Saying, ‘it doesn’t matter if a show’s ending is predictable or depends on predictability to survive so long as it's quality writing!’ And this guy spent years in the Battle Nexus waiting FOREVER to see the finale! I think the stress of waiting is what made him so short!” Leo flings himself back onto the couch with a dramatic sigh and an arm thrown over his face. He then peaks under his forearm to see Dr. Del Toro writing in his notes again, “Soooooo, when do I get to see those? I wanna know how great you think I am.”

“I told you before, we can discuss it when we get further in.”

“Ahhh, that’s no fun.” Leonardo looks at the clock, “Looks like our time is up, Doctor Man.”

“It is, but I have no other patients for today. If you want to share anything else on your mind.”

Leo thinks for a moment. ”Nah, we can talk about How To Train Your Dragon next time,” he says as he grabs the arm of the chair and flips to his feet with his arms out.

He looks back to the doctor, who gives him a polite clap, “Amazing as always, ten out of ten. You should be in the Olympics.”

“Thank you! And thank you for another amazing sesh! I think we’re really making progress, I’ll be sure to add star stickers to my improvement chart when I get home.”

Dr. Del Toro closes his notebook, “Leonardo-”

“Please, I've said before; Leonardo was an old guy who sank on a ship in that other movie that traumatized my Dad. You can call me Leo.”

“Right, Leo. I mentioned in our first session that therapy is different for everyone. Different routines, different paths, and results. But it all depends on the patient. You guide the sessions, so we can talk about movies as much as you want, but we can also talk about other things.”

“Got it, Dr. Man! See you next time!” Leo flashes Del Toro finger guns before he snatches up his coat and heads out the door.

The lobby was empty save for a soft shell in a purple hoodie playing on his phone, who didn’t notice him until he approached. “How’d it go,” Donnie asks, standing up.

“Cardiac as always, (“Cathartic,” Donnie mumbles to correct his brother) I think we’re really breaking down the barriers,” Leo says as he heads to open the door for him, waving to the receptionist, “See you next week Glenda! Good Luck with Candy Crush!!!”

With that, the two were heading out the door. As Leo and Donnie step through, a wave of pink energy shimmers around them, and they find themselves stepping out of a condemned “Hot Gazpacho” restaurant. Leo looks up at the sign, ‘You know, it was a solid business idea. I don’t know why it failed.’

“Are you going to ask that everytime we leave?”

“Maybe,” Leo says with a big grin that makes Donnie roll his eyes good-naturedly as they continue on. The telltale signs of an upcoming holiday season were present in the bright outlines of Santas in the windows and street workers stringing lights overhead. “It’s too soon, right,” Leo asks. “I mean, Halloween was yesterday.”

“It's December 12th, Leo.”

“Oh wow, I really lost track of time this time,” he says with a small laugh. Leo spots a particularly close Santa statue by the store nearest him and elbows Donnie, “I’ll steal that for five bucks.”

“You’re an idiot. Do it for four.”

“No, I have standards!” Leo says with a flip of his mask tails.

“So, um, how did your session go?”

“Great! We talked about the meaning of life. My role as a leader and how it affects my relationship with my brothers. How much dad means to me, all the good stuff you’d see on Oprah.” Leo smiles at Donnie, who gives him a small smile back. But then, even through Donnie’s hoodie, Leo notices his brother’s shoulders are tense. Leo looks around for a moment before realizing that the lights and holiday music, while slightly annoying to him, were probably monstrous on Don’s senses. “Hey, bud, I bet we can grab some pizzas and get home before Raph eats all the chocolate off of Mikey’s chocolate-dipped chocolate.”

“I don't really want-” But Leo had already grabbed his hand and taken off down the street as Donnie shrieked loudly in surprise.

(#)(#)\/(#)(#)

The Hamoto Family celebrated their nondenominational holiday as they did with every other holiday and minor event. With enough enthusiasm and decorations to bankrupt a Hobby Lobby and be shut down by the Fire Department. But since they lived underground and not technically within city limits, they were free to decorate to their hearts' desire! The walls were covered with streamers and tinsel, and a giant tree stood in the center. The holiday tree salesmen said there was no way to get a tree taller than Rockefeller on such short notice. But after much begging from Mikey, Donnie hunted down a giant tree in the hidden city. Was it bigger than the one in Rockefeller? Yes. Did it frequently try to lure them into its branches to trap their souls in its root for all eternity? Also, yes. But they were okay if they kept their wits about them and didn’t stand within its radius for too long.

“Good Evening Hamato Clan,” Leo says, sliding into the lair and raising a box tower of pizzas over his head. Almost comically, Mikey, Casey Jr, and Raph peer around the tree from smallest to tallest, gasping in unison before climbing over each other to reach the twins first. Leo laughs and holds the boxes over his head for just a second. “Back, you beasts! Back!” Leo laughs loudly before jumping back as the pizza boxes disappear under flailing limbs.

Donnie finally arrives after him, and Leo dives behind his unofficial twin, holding his shoulders to use him as a shield. “What- HEY,” Donnie exclaims.

“Protect me from the savages! I’m too handsome to be cannibalized!”

“I guarantee you, there are better options in this room,” Donnie yells, trying to squirm free.

He gives Leo a well-aimed hard elbow to the ribs, to which Leo lets out an overdramatic “OOF!” and stumbles back. Leo sticks his tongue out at Donnie before returning to the mass of flailing limbs. “Hey, heathens, did I get a package while I was out?”

Mikey sticks his head up, looking away from the feeding frenzy with enough cheese and pepperoni on his chin to look like a Santa beard, “Yeah, an hour ago. I put it on your bed.”

“Thanks, Hermano! Save some for Donnie and me, and be careful! One of those has pickles, bananas, and mint frosting,” Leo yells as he slips away. That's when he hears Raph suddenly gag behind him, and Leo realizes he warned them too late and laughs to himself.

Leo runs out of the room, away from the muffled sounds of the feeding frenzy. Somehow smiling bigger when he sees the small box. He tears it open ravenously and holds up what looks like an ugly holiday hoodie with the overly obnoxious pattern he detested in Christmas sweaters. But if you looked closer, you would see the reindeer had hockey sticks for antlers, and Santa had a hockey mask.

This year was special for several reasons, especially with the influx of new friends, which was reason enough to drive Leo to work harder. Mikey and Splinter had been working on new Christmas recipes since they re-released Pumpkin Spice (Was it too early? Absolutely. Did they care? Absolutely not). Leo had been determined to make sure everyone had a sweater, but Mikey had already claimed responsibility for getting the former Warlord turned Cafeteria Worker/Coparent/It's complicated a sweater. This was despite Draxum swearing he did not want one. But Leo remembered the conversation with Mikey going something like: “The idea of wearing a sweater to pay homage to the fat man of the holiday is abused.”

“Well, ok. I won't make you one.”

“No, if you insist-”

“I’m really not insisting, Draxum. It’s ok if you don’t-”

“Just make me the damn sweater.”

Leo had wanted to include Casey Senior and Senior Hueso in the festivities, but Casey informed them she and her (known) family were spending the holidays in Arizona. It had been disappointing, but it also meant they had a bit longer before they had the awkward “hey, this is your son from the future, hope that doesn’t make you feel awkward” conversation. And Hueso was spending Christmas with his own family as well. Leo picks up the sweater and enjoys its pattern for a moment before heading out his bedroom door.

“What did Leo say?”

Leo freezes, instinctively stepping back and hiding behind the nearest pillar just as he hears footsteps from the living room.

“Raph, I told you before-”

“I know, I know.” Raph's heavy footsteps and Donnie’s lighter ones stop. Raph’s footsteps hurry over to check his subway car, probably to make sure Leo isn’t around, before he steps back, “I’m just worried about him, you know? He still doesn’t really talk about the Kraang incident and what happened in the Prison Dimension.”

“He told us about the nightmares, and he’s going to therapy. I think that's progress you should give him credit for.”

“I know, I know. Leo just came back so badly beaten after that. He couldn’t walk for a week.” A shift in Raph’s tone tells Leo he’s looking at the ground. A part of him wants to break out of his hiding spot and hug him but decides against it, “You’ve been bunking with him, right? Has he been sleeping better?”

“I think for the most part. Leo gets up in the middle of the night sometimes to walk around. I’ve caught him in a few nightmares, but I’ve managed to coax him out of them by rubbing his shell and/or holding his hand without waking him up.” Donnie pauses. A small step forward makes Leo imagine that Donnie has put his hand on Raph’s shoulders, “The truth is, none of us were ok after what happened. And there are things we still struggle with and might not be okay for a while. The important thing is to let us heal at our own paces, including Leo. So give him time. Ok?”

The oldest lets out a sigh, and again Leo has to fight the urge to break his hiding spot and hug him, “Yeah, I’ll let it go for now.”

“Thank you. I can’t say he’d do the same for us but it's a start.”

The two go their way, but Leo doesn’t move. Instead, he slides down to the ground with his knees to his chest. He looks at the sweater in his hands before sighing and pressing his face into the fabric.

(#)(#)\/(#)(#)

Later that night, after everyone's fallen asleep, Leo finds himself dying of thirst. Leo slaps at his bedside table from the confines of the comforter he was wrapped in. He knocks over a stack of comics in the process before he realizes the glass is not in his reach. He opens his mouth to let out a loud dramatic groan when he suddenly remembers his roommate and slaps his hands over his mouth. Leo looks over to the pull-out mattress to check on him. Thankfully Donnie is still fast asleep with his arms splayed out in an octopus-like manner. Leo can’t help the smile that forms on his face as he reaches down and pulls his blanket over his shoulders. “Thanks for standing up for me today, bud,” he says softly before climbing over his sleeping form [careful not to knock over Don's Novelty Jupiter Jim Cup] and into the dark home.

Leo knows it would only arouse suspicion if he isolated himself. So after he gives Casey Jr his new sweater, Leo sticks around. The blue turtle helps Mikey with his baking, steals Raph’s favorite holiday bear, and gets chased around the lair for four hours. He re-teaches Casey why they hang stockings by the fire (then got corrected by Donnie), and overall, he had a pretty fun afternoon and evening. Every time he starts to think about Donnie and Raph’s conversation, he has to redirect his thoughts.

If he thinks about the conversation, he’ll think about therapy. If he thinks about therapy, he’ll think about the Krang.

Even the word caused Him to have such an intense tremor Mikey stopped decorating the tree to give him a concerned look. But being the expert liar that he was, Leo managed to brush it off and pull on one of the holiday sweaters he had gotten last year, and they set about their tasks again.

The truth was, there was nothing to talk about. Leo was fine. He was fine when he wasn't thinking about it. In fact, Leo was great when he wasn't thinking about it. In fact, he was so great and fantastic about everything that happened that he forgot to drink any water today.

He flutters his hands before he rubs at his eyes. Muscle memory helps him navigate the new cracks from the Krang invasion (they’d fix them eventually, but he didn't feel like piling on unnecessary strain to his already stressed-out soft shell.). The kitchen's light flared in his vision, causing him to rub his eyes again. “Stupid brain,” he says. Thankfully, the kitchen was covered in unpacked grocery bags. He manages to dig out a box of extra large stuffed lemon-flavored Oreos and digs around for the second package. When he doesn’t find it or the new bottle of hot sauce, he lets out a scoff. Of course, they forgot his snacks. Leo knows there is no way one package of Oreos would hold him over, and he stuffs five into his mouth as he reaches into the bag again. When his fingers don’t find what they’re looking for, he groans and goes through the next bag.

“The hot sauce is behind the toaster.”

“Right, thanks, Raphie.” Leo reaches behind the toaster and pulls out the glass, half-empty bottle of hot sauce. He douses the lemon Oreos remaining in the package, and as he stuffs his cheeks, he realizes the voice sounds nothing like his older brother. In fact, according to the Tik Tok voice-overs he had made, it sounded a lot like-

Leo, his cheeks stuffed with Oreos like a chipmunk and toasters in hand, turns slowly to the form he just noticed sitting at the kitchen table. The missing box of Oreos cracked open next to the other missing bottle of hot sauce. A mechanical Raph-like arm dips the cookie inside before taking a bite, “Oh man, nightmares be damned. Do you know the last time I had Oreos that weren’t ten years past their expiration date?” The older turtle holds an oreo to the light to inspect it, “I almost forgot they were black and white.” He notices Leo’s silence and looks over to him before holding it out, “Did you want the double stuffed?”

Any scream Leo tries to make is muffled by a throat full of Oreos. In a panic, he drops the toaster on his foot, drawing another secondary muffled scream (this one of pain) as he bounces on his undamaged foot for a few moments while hearing, “Oh, ow, be careful- careful, there’s the cabinet- metal that's metal! Don't step on the metal!!” Finally, after a whirlwind of pain and panic, a pair of hands catch Leo by the forearms and steal him. The tall look-alike moves down to look the young turtle in the eye with a soft and calming smile as he speaks. “See, everything is fine.”

Leo pauses, finally swallows the Oreos, and screams at the top of his lungs.

#rottmnt fanfiction #hurt/comfort #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtle fanfiction #leonardo #raphael #michelangelo #donatello #future leo #casey jr #undercoverwizardfanfiction

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS | CHAPTER 2

Rating: Explicit. 18+

‼️TW: Reader is EIGHTEEN! Recreational drug use, smoking and alcohol consumption, deeply internalised self-loathing, very questionable moral standards. Daddy kink taken half-seriously. BDSM themes in later chapters - explicit content will come with it’s own TWs. FIRST PERSON POV.

Summary: You’re Peter’s classmate, a child of rich and famous but uncaring parents. Getting paired up for a lengthy project with the boy was an interesting turn of events and you don’t know whether to feel blessed or cursed when you develop, seemingly, a perfectly normal, harmless crush on Tony Stark. Fueled by feelings of inadequacy and boredom, your life spirals out of control - and you’re lucky your newfound friends are there to pick up the pieces even if you cannot find it in yourself to believe these amazing human (and not so human) beings voluntarily give you more than a fleeting glance and an offhanded thought. And they brought cake!

A/N: Bad girls are sad girls! Always wondered what goes through the mind of a spoiled, rich but intelligent and perceptive teenager? Have you found yourself craving that adrenaline rush, the danger of a forbidden fruit? Okay. That was cheesy as hell. Gross.

Let’s try again. Sarcasm? Check. Vine references? Hell yes! Crude humour? Check. Blunt honesty? Double check. We’re living in a Lana del Rey song, ladies.

The author doesn’t actually condone codependent relationships in real life. This is a filthy little fantasy. Enjoy, deviants.

THE TAG LIST IS NOW OPEN! @vozit​ @another-stark-sub ​ @mostly-marvel-musings​

Beta read by the lovely and patient @miscmarvelwritings  ! She deserves all the love 💙

Peter woke me up at eight AM the next morning like the little shit that he was, demanding I make him pancakes. It wasn’t the first time I’ve had the joy to experience him in the morning and he knew exactly how to antagonise me enough to make him the special pancakes he liked so much. They had become kind of a ritual whenever he stayed over at my house, which was quite often - teachers liked me enough to pair me up with one of the most sensible kids for any projects that couldn’t be done alone by yours truly on her own.

I put on my yesterday’s dress, applied moisturizer and obediently trotted behind an excitedly mumbling Peter. The kitchen was large, beautiful and delightfully empty of any resident superheroes. I’ve indirectly crossed paths with all of the tower’s residents hanging around Tony, but I’ve yet had to speak more than polite niceties to any of them. 

Spying a bowl of boiled eggs and some sort of weird salad alongside half burned toast on the counter, I suddenly understood why Peter demanded his pancakes. I strictly instructed the disaster child to stay away from my cooking process and set to work with one ear listening to his ramblings and a headphone in the other. 

A set of thumping footsteps appeared behind me as I was pouring the batter for the first pancake. Their owner loudly sat down next to Peter, sighing, groaning, generally making “I’m not a morning person” sounds.

“Good morning, Mr. Barnes,” Peter’s tone was way, way too chipper.

“‘mrng,” The Sergeant grumbled. “Who’s this and why is she making pancakes?”

I turned around, spatula at the ready. “It’s me,” We’ve actually met before, but Barnes had left before I could even come over from my side of the work bench to say hello.

He nodded in acknowledgement after giving me a suspicious once-over. “One of Stark’s science children. I’m James but you can call me Bucky,” His voice sounded rough and gravely, and he clutched a coffee cup half the size of my head.

I snorted. “Science child, sure,” It wasn’t half-bad actually. I wisely choose to ignore the part of being Tony’s. No matter how hot the man was, I wasn’t anybody’s but my own, thank you very much. “Go get the bananas, Nutella and maple syrup, fellow science child.”

Peter scrambled to follow instructions as I plated the pancakes and cut the bananas into neat little rings to fill the sweet circles with. A tablespoon of Nutella, half a sliced banana, wrap, garnish with powdered sugar and pour maple syrup generously on top. I really didn’t see how this could be difficult but any and all attempts to teach Peter how to recreate my masterpiece always ended up in an absolute mess. I turned around to ask Bucky if he wanted any. The look of a man starved answered all my questions.

“You’re a goddess,” Peter moaned around his mouthful, nose smudged white with the powdered sugar.

“Gross, chew first then talk, you neanderthal,” I scoffed, prepping more batter for the second batch of pancakes. I wasn’t sure if everybody would show up but figured it would be rude to exclude them from the sheer magnificence that were my pancakes. I was just that good.

The music in my ear drowned most of Peter’s disgusting chewing noises, thankfully. My second batch vanished into thin air, inhaled by the two males like the garbage disposals that they were. Peter, in particular, ate an alarming quantity of food and I was surprised how he managed to stay so skinny. His daily eating schedule resembled the Hobbits.

More people appeared, this time acting less surprised regarding me standing at the stove. Hawkeye, Black Widow, Scarlet Witch and her brother, all of them wandered in wearing sleep attire with various amusing prints. Thankfully, they mostly kept quiet or chatted with Peter - I would have definitely grumbled if someone tried to talk to me. As far as my body was concerned it was still the middle of the night.

“PANCAKES,” A booming voice announced and I shuddered at the sheer intensity and devotion contained in that one word. Thor.

“Please use your indoor voice,” I snapped reflectively. My brain caught up with what I just did so I hastily backtracked. “Sorry, I’m a bitch in the mornings.”

The blonde man chuckled, coming over to poke his nose into my flurry of pour-flip-fill sequence. Then, with all the grace and manners of a prince, he dipped one (1) large finger into the jar of Nutella and wandered off with it stuck in his mouth. With this turn of events the Nutella was bound to run out sooner than expected.

I turned around, annoyed confusion in plain sight. “The fuck?.. That’s gross, don’t do that,” Finding his brother (adopted!) sitting next to Thor, wearing a haughty smirk, finger still in his mouth. So Loki turned into his brother to steal Nutella from a jar. I sighed. Nobody even batted an eye. “Your alien germs are in there now, double ew.”

“Alien germs? Where?” Bruce entered the kitchen with a tablet under his arm, wearing Hulk themed pajamas, Captain America in tow. I was honestly on the verge of breaking down into hysterical laughter. Domestic Avengers wasn’t something I’d expected to see or experience, ever, much less be a part of. It took a moment for me to remind myself that they were people, too, and each of them was entitled to their own quirks. 

“America, egg-splain,” Peter muttered under his breath, giggling. “Loki stuck his hand in the Nutella jar,” He pointed at said jar. “She got grumpy,” Peter pointed at me. “Don’t make her grumpy, please, I want more pancakes,” And turned his pleading puppy eyes in my direction again.

“This is indentured servitude,” I pointed my spatula at the little shit. “You just had, like, ten.” But I made more batter nonetheless. I must admit it was kind of cool, seeing the earth’s mightiest defenders so relaxed. And Pete being happy, that was just… The best. I don’t know how to explain it. His eternal cheerfulness was highly contagious.

Chuckles filled up the room, the adults chatting and bickering amongst themselves while they patiently waited for their own breakfast. 

“Do you need some help?” Bruce approached me after stopping to fetch himself a cup of tea. It smelled strongly of tangy herbs and honey.

“I need more Nutella and bananas,” I admitted, surveying the sheer amount of people I had to feed. I didn’t doubt the Captain and two Asgardians had an appetite to match Peter’s which meant a literal extra set of condiments was required. Thankfully, Bruce fetched them for me, coming to a stop next to me. “Anything else?”

“You know, I tried making these with Peter and he just ended up with powdered sugar and chocolate all over himself,” I mused, noting the way Banner was carefully observing the assembly of a pancake. “You think Doctor seven-phds can manage to add a few toppings to a pancake without causing a disaster?“ 

Bruce rolled his eyes fondly, bumping me with his hip. "I’m no Clint Barton when it comes to cooking but at least I don’t burn my toast like Steve,” True to his word, his hands made swift motions of filling, wrapping and plating each individual pancake. They were almost as good as mine albeit more messy. I had lots of practice though. We finished off a batch in companionable silence, sounds of the team and my music playing in the background. 

I didn’t notice when I started swaying to the rhythm, catching a confused look from Bruce. I brushed back my hair, revealing a wireless headphone in my ear and he chuckled in understanding. “What are you listening to?”

“Right now? Kings of Leon,” I said, leaning towards him so he could hear the chorus “Use Somebody” currently occupying my right ear. 

“I like them, too,” He said, his cheek gently touching mine. His hands slowed on the pancake, a soft hum vaguely reminding me of the song’s melody emanating from his throat. “What else do you usually listen to?”

“Mostly heavier stuff, but I have a whole separate playlist dedicated to mid-2000s bops,” I answered. “I’ve heard I’m quite old school when it comes to music.”

“Well, I am an old man, so…” Bruce grinned mischievously. “But my guilty pleasure is Lady Gaga,” He admitted with a laugh.

I laughed, too. The image of his dancing in his lab to Born This Way was too much for my brain and I hung my head, fighting giggles. Bruce bumped me with his hip again, faking a pout. “Okay, okay, that was a fucking hilarious image, you go dude,” I finally powered through my struggle to contain laughter. “My own guilty pleasure would be… Umm… Lana Del Rey, I guess.”

Bruce made a vague noise of confusion. I took a brief break from mixing the batter to dig out my second headphone, presenting it to him and switching to a song. “This is what makes us girls”. Despite the fact I have never stolen a car or had a close female friend, the nostalgia was real. “Carmen” followed after the first song and I silently thanked whatever deity that “You can be the boss” was taken out of Spotify - I don’t think I was prepared to share that kind of information with a lab partner. An older, handsome lab partner. Wait… Where did that come from?

“I like it,” He said after the song ended and my more usual stuff began playing. “It suits you, I think.”

I groaned. “Really? I think it’s edgy,” Hiding away the embarrassment, I passed him a tray of freshly baked pancakes, occupying his immediate attention.

“You’re an old soul,” He gave me a lopsided smile. I saw a very faint blush tinting his cheeks, the kind of blush that had me wondering about the meaning behind his words. 

I gave an attempt at a smile in response, the left corner of my mouth barely tilting up. We talked some more about the rock music we shared in our earphones. I had a lot of 80s hair metal and 90s grunge in my playlist. Bruce was not a Curt Cobain man but enjoyed the works of his legacy, Marcy Playground. 

A tan hand wormed its way between me and Bruce, snatching a handful of banana slices and disappeared just as swiftly. “Tonyyy,” Bruce groaned, picking up another banana to replace the stolen pieces.

The spatula in my hand became a weapon as I blindly aimed at the target behind my back. A loud “ow” indicated I hit it. When I turned around, Tony was clutching the side of his face, a hurt look in his eyes and cheeks stuffed full of stolen goods. I stared him square in the face, absolutely refusing to acknowledge the fact that he was shirtless - the arc reactor glowed brightly in the middle of his toned chest. Fuck.

His chest was honestly what I was aiming for. I constantly kept forgetting how short he actually was. There was this one time when Tony had to put his arms around me to steady a piece of tech - he felt huge, hard and enormous around me. 

“What’s that for, Princess?” He finally chewed through his food and found his voice.

“For being a Tony,” I retorted. “Stay away from my workspace and wait for your breakfast like everybody else.”

“Hey! This is my kitchen,” He whined immediately, like the adult man that he was. I nearly cried from how adorable his face became, eyebrows scrunched up. “I don’t want to wait! And why does he,” Tony’s finger accusingly pointed at Bruce, “Get the bananas?!”

“Because he’s Brucie-bear,” I stuck my nose up in the air when Bruce’s arm wrapped around my waist. “He’s my science father,” I stuck my tongue out at Tony, seeing Bruce’s triumphant smile. Banner used every opportunity to get back at Tony’s incessant sass. 

The gleaming in Tony’s eyes should have alarmed me. “But he’s not your science daddy,” Tony’s flirting was accompanied by a salacious eyebrow wiggle and Peter’s screech of “OH MY GOD!" 

It took me every ounce of willpower to not flush. It was one of those rare times that I was at a complete loss of words. Thinking on the spot, I gave a very meaningful look to Bruce - thankfully, he got the gist and returned an equally filthy smirk back. Tony gaped.

"Is this how they are in the lab?” The Captain’s quiet voice leaked horrified amusement.

“All.The.Time.” Peter’s resonating groan was followed by Romanoff’s laughter.

We went up to the lab after breakfast. Thankfully Tony stopped his dramatic bitching when I served him my pancakes, scarfing them down much like everybody else. So me and Pete were accompanied by one (1) happy engineer, all three of us tinkering away on a robot that we were supposed to present in our science class in a month. The focus that was required to solder was immense and our usual banter was missing, replaced by an occasional request for a specific tool or a water bottle.

It took a few hours to get the dirty job done even with Tony’s help (technically he wasn’t supposed to but neither me nor Pete had the heart to forbid him from it when the man looked so content and happy soldering away). By the time I uncurled from my spot on the bench, my back was in knots and my dress had oil stains and holes all over it. I immediately went to the nearest water bottle, finishing half of it in seconds, picking up my phone to see if I had any important messages from my mother.

None.

Just a message from Bruce.

I tapped on my phone, idly scrolling through the Instagram app, liking some pictures of people I barely knew and keeping up a general appearance of being very busy. When the ringtone started playing, it took me a whole five seconds to understand it was, in fact, coming from my phone - I certainly wouldn’t put something so… Outrageous as my main tone.

Banner had discovered the power of the internet. You Can Be The Boss played loudly, and it played from my phone and Bruce was calling me. I picked it up, turning around, fighting the incoming laughter. “Yes, Brucie?" 

To say that Tony’s and Peter’s faces were scandalised was nothing. The boy’s face was such a deep shade of red, I started worrying about his blood pressure and Tony’s mouth hung open limply, like he was witnessing the second coming of Christ. 

"Is Tony sufficiently traumatized?” Judging by the breathless tone of his voice, Banner was resisting a mighty laughing fit of his own.

“Oh, absolutely,” I happily chirped.

“Good, keep it up. Come to my lab before you leave,” Banner snorted and then, realising what he’d done, promptly hung up, the tell-tale beginning of a giggle fit abruptly interrupted by a dial tone.

I put the phone in my bag, gathering the rest of my things with a look somewhere between innocence and indifference. At least, I hoped it was - my mind kept jumping between the engineer’s ridiculously scandalised face and the way his mouth went slack, lips moist and soft and plush. That’s a very dangerous trail.

A very dangerous trail I couldn’t resist exploring in the solitude and privacy of my own bedroom, at home.

#bun writes #party favours #tony stark x reader #tony stark x y/n #bruce banner x reader #bruce banner x y/n #stephen strange x reader #Stephen Strange x y/n

[ianfrancis-blog]

Hi! This is my first blog and I would like to share my adventurous journey about my life. Let’s start. My name is Ian Francis Maranan. I’ve been living for 20 years since the day I was born on the 25th of October, year 2000. I’m currently living in the city of Calamba, province of Laguna. When I was younger, I was an introvert. I don’t like interacting with anybody other than my family. Many people don’t know the truth about me, not even some of my friends.

I am the fifth and last son of my biological parents. Yes, I am an adopted child. It is because of an emotional turmoil that my family was going through that time. Truth is during the whole duration of me being inside my mother’s womb, every single family member didn’t know that she was conceiving me. They only discovered it when my godfather heard my cry as a baby. The pregnancy was not expected nor my birth because it was just recent when my brother was born. During that time, my biological mom is experiencing a psychological problem so she’s been emotionally unstable resulting to our family facing financially insecurity. For everybody, I am the miracle baby. Despite the challenge that my biological family, there is still hope.

I was adopted by the eldest sister of my biological mom who is my Mama Dorie. She is one of the many Overseas Filipino Workers in Macau. She is still single until now so I’m very sure that I am the only boy in her life. Though I was left here by Mama Dorie with my Lola, Mama Dorie and Mama Gloria’s mom, we never failed to communicate with each other. I am really blessed, right? I have three mothers, a father and four brothers.

For 11 years, my Lola took care of me and loved me. I was in grade 5 then, but I can still remember how dark my days when she died. I really miss her. I miss when she brings me to school and takes me home every single day. I miss her ways of disciplining me. I miss her every Sundays I go to mass because it reminds me of her wanting me to grow up as a child who is God fearing. But I’m still thankful I had her for 11 years of my life and I would treasure those times and memories with her.

After the death of my grandma, I was left in the custody of my Tita Delia until I graduated grade school. Tita Delia is a day care teacher and the mother of my best friend and cousin, Benok. I had been a consistent honor student then. With the help of my biological brother, who is a licensed teacher now, I excelled in my studies. He’d been very patient with me every day so I guess I had to give back through a bit of recognition in school.

I graduated in grade six as the second honorable mention or top four of our class. That time, my Tita Delia was supposed to be with me on graduation but I was surprised when Mama Dorie showed up on the day of my graduation ceremonies. I was still in shock Mama Dorie and I claimed my diploma and academic awards at the stage provided. But that doesn’t end there; Mama Dorie brought me to Macau and Hongkong as a graduation gift.

After that, I continued my journey at the city of Makati. Mama Dorie decided to send me to my godmother’s house to live and continue my studies because things were a bit complicated when Lola passed away and no one will take care of me. Not even my brother because he needed to focus in his work to support the needs and finances of my biological family. So, I started studying in Gen Pio Del Pilar National High school in Makati as a grade 7 junior high school student. At first, I was really nervous. Imagine; you have been some kind of an introvert for years than suddenly you are in a new place with no acquaintance. Scary, isn’t it?

In spite of my shyness, I tried my best to have some friends in school and luckily, I gained a lot of them and found that extrovert part of me. Every holiday, I visit Laguna to have some vacation. I finished junior high school in Makati city. I experienced facing challenges and sharing memories as a student and as a friend. Although junior high school wasn’t a paradise, I still had great memories. I’ve gained a group of true friends which was formed during grade nine and grown at grade ten. We named ourselves “team hoCage”. We thought it was funny when one of my friends pronounced hokage as hocage and so we laughed and decided to use the word as the name of the group. I will never forget those treasured bonding memories that I had with my friends. At the day of our moving up ceremony, I thought it will be the last day I’ll see them; we hugged and promised that we will bond again. Now, even from afar, we still talk together through online communication.

Moving on, I decided to continue my studies in Laguna at an IT school named AMA Computer College-Calamba campus. Taking science, technology, engineering, and mathematics strand. For the last 2 academic years, senior high school has been very challenging yet fun for me. I’ve made new friends. I had come to learn to be more independent. It has been a year of learning as well. And though it was tough, I am grateful, especially to God, my friends, and family who have always been there to help and support me. I am hoping there will be more wonderful, exciting and blessed experiences to come in my journey through life.

For now, I am currently a student in second year at City College of Calamba, taking an IT course. I am grateful for experiencing college life, still in progress until I graduated. This period of time is not that easy as an adult. I'm always thinking about my future and whether I will be successful. Many responsibilities will come, so I should be ready to face them. Today, this pandemic has had a major effect on our lives. Many of us are facing challenges that can be stressful and that can cause strong emotions in adults and children. One of the major effects is education. Many students are struggling with their modules and online classes, and some of them are worsening their mental health conditions. I hope this pandemic ends soon.

Now, I’m focusing on the things I like. First on the list is my love for arts. I draw a lot. I love creating portrait and anime drawings. I wish to be recognized someday as one of the popular artists in the world. I also like taking pictures with my smart phone usually through selfies or groufies with my friends and taking pictures of sunset and post it on my Instagram or Facebook accounts. A lot of people say that I have skills in photography. Someday, I also wish to have a dslr camera. Definitely, my life will not be complete without sports. Badminton is first on my sports list which I started playing since childhood. Second is playing volleyball. I also love playing strategic games like chess and dama. I also dance and I consider it as my passion. I like watching hip-hop and urban dance videos because it really makes me happy. As a result, I’m become a fan of Matt Steffanina and Sean Lew for the reason that they are the great dancers and choreographers and that they keep inspiring the people in the field of dance. I’m also a certified music lover and I can’t live without it. I play music that fits me when travelling, feeling alone, feeling sad and feeling bored. Music is my source of happiness. Just by plugging the earphones, you can easily forget the world.

After all, I feel blessed and I’m thankful for the good things that had come into my life and for all my friends and my family who never fails to put a smile on my face. In life, we commit mistakes but always put in mind the things we learned from it. There will always be a bad days and problems will come into your life but never give up and always stick of the positive side of life! There will be a way to solve it and let our God guide you always.

I want to thank you for reading and I hope I made you smile :) Have a nice day! :D

[crimsoncarrigan]

( haley lu richardson, 24, cis female, she/her/hers ) Have you seen CARRIGAN CONNOLLY around ? I hear they’re an ER NURSE AT UNIVERSITY OF CHICAGO MEDICAL CENTER who can sometimes be STUBBORN & IMPATIENT. But I also heard they can be CARING & OPTIMISTIC if you catch them on a good day. They’re usually hanging around SWAG in their spare time. I sure hope they’re alright !

ROUND TWO BBS! she’s back and better than ever! tiny baby is here once again bc i think hermione may have come for me if i didn’t bring her back. ( jk but also.....no really jk loVE YOU HERMIONE! ) her background is mostly the same, but i did give her a little facelift! fingers crossed her intro is significantly shortly than del’s but...i make no promise. so buckle up babies!!! 

pinterest. stats. again, someday there’ll be a wc page....someday. 

quick facts

full name: carrigan adara connolly. nicknames: carr, reeg, care.  hometown: chicago, illinois. family: cormac & lorna connolly - living, but divorced, two living brothers and one living sister. oldest sister - deceased. zodiac: scorpio sun, taurus moon, scorpio rising. sexuality: bisexual. education: bachelors of nursing from university of chicago. several specialized classes/certificates from uc, as well.

more good ish ( death/murder mention tw, alcohol/substance abuse tw )

born and raised in chicago to a big irish/welsh family. her home was always loud and full of life and music and laughter. it was joy come to life, quite literally. 

never had a ton of money - dad was a mechanic for a local shop and mom was a secretary for medical office. they weren’t poor poor, but they didn’t have anything extra, that’s for sure. especially with raising five kids. 

( death/gang violce tw ) carrigan was 10 when her sister was shot in what was assumed to be gang violence - either a drive by or shootout that she was caught in the crossfire of.

her whole family was absolutely gutted, but her mother took it the hardest. ( alcohol/substance abuse tw ) it was after this that her mother began to abuse alcohol and prescription pills.

it didn’t take long for the grief of losing a daughter and lorna’s addictions to put strain on the marriage and, within a year, carr’s father filed for divorce. 

unsurprisingly, carr’s father gained full custody of the kids and carrigan hasn’t heard from her mother since.

with her father still working, it fell to the kids to take care of the home and carrigan was raised by her siblings for a majority of her childhood, though her father did his best to be around as much as he could while still making enough to clothe, feed, and put a roof over the kids’ heads.

i’m leaving the siblings open for possible wcs, so this isn’t set in stone, but i’d imagine the older sibs got involved in gang activity to help their father. also possible her father joined as well for the extra income. but all of this was kept from carrigan, because baby.

because of the sacrifices the rest of the family made, carrigan was able to focus on school and excelled in science and math and took particularly quickly to anatomy and physiology. 

pretty much shocked the hell outta everybody by being wicked smart and picking the medical field to go into. the second someone voiced their doubts, carrigan knew she had to do it, if for no other reason than to prove them wrong.

due to killer grades, a shit ton of volunteer work, and a fire personal essay, carrigan managed to get a full ride scholarship to university of chicago. 

college was her first taste of true freedom away from her family and girl when wild. she partied, hoe’d around a lil bit ( and by a little i mean...a lot. she had exactly one high school boyfriend that dicked her over right before their hs graduation, so she sowed them damn oats y’all. ) she basically did everything she could without getting her scholarship revoked or kicked out.

also found out just how much the rest of her fam struggle after the divorce and rebelled just a smidge ( again, a lot ). carr was beyond salty no one in her family gave her the choice to help.

also shocked a couple of professors when she ended up graduating magna cum laude because of how many times she’d shown up to class hungover.

has since calmed down quite a bit, though she’s still known to drink most grown men under the table. it’s the irish blood.

carrigan applied everywhere as soon as she graduated, but accepted a position at university of chicago medical center and continues to take classes, especially now that the hospital will pay for them. 

the last two years have been spent making a home and second family there and she couldn’t be happier. 

personality

carrigan is a lil ball of sunshine. she’s smiley and happy 99.9% of the time, but she’s definitely not someone who will let you walk all over her. she’s a spitfire and hella cutthroat when it comes to work. she’s a dancer and very into boxing, so don’t think that just because she’s small carr’s easy to take out. she’ll put up one hell of a fight. she’s impulsive and chaotic, but will drop everything for someone who needs her help. 

possible connections

high school pals. literally just anyone she would have gone to school with, be it in her class or not. 

high school boyfriend. also probably going to put in a wc for this? but we’ll drop it here first for funsies!

college hook ups! girl got around and sowed her wild oats. she was indeed a v good time. these are probably, for the most part, v positive interactions. 

patients. either people always in the er or people that come by her apartment/house bc they know she’ll patch ‘em up and not make a lot of fuss about it.

co-workers! anyone in the medical field! gimmie all the coworker pals!

again, i’m open to any and all ideas!! just hit me with ‘em!! the messier the better, especially for lil miss carr here!!

#crimson.intro #alcohol tw #substance abuse tw #death tw #murder tw #violence tw #again....someday i'll format this too #but i have to work now boo

[dreamstormdragon]

Writeblr Life week 2

Writeblr Life 2: My WIPs

So, this is gonna be a pretty rough outline about my WIP’s and concepts. I have a LOT of freakin ideas sooo let’s get a move on shall we?

Doc Hero - Draft 2 phase

This one’s been honestly fun to work on. A lot of inspirations coming from things like my favorite game Trauma Team (in particular First Response, though my medics are a LOT calmer than Maria. XD). 

Doc Hero is an urban sci-fi story, taking place in the fictional town of Hollow Creek, around the city and the small private hospital the story revolves around. In this town, there are a group of individuals who were given a second chance at life from the hospital they work for. In exchange, they’ve taken on the helm to heal and protect the city they live in… Although it’s not easy.

Strange beings have been appearing, rumors untold… About odd people made entirely of metal, causing havoc around their town.

Now it’s up to Curacion Del Eden to save their home and protect the people of Hollow Creek in the name of the Curacion Clinic. 

I need to knuckle down more but surprise here’s a big spoiler!

THIS IS MY CAMP NANOWRIMO 2020 PROJECT. For 30 Days in April, I’ll be knuckling down and focusing hard on this. Right now, it’s the first drafting and outlining phase… OR rather, this is draft 2.

This is a unique one, where I actually had six chapters written out but I wasn’t pleased with it… The story wasn’t flowing properly and it was honestly kinda boring…

SO I SCRAPPED IT! 8D And started anew. This current draft’s a lot more character driven and implements a lot of things I wanted to include but had no idea what to do with before. 

I have no idea if Urban Sci-Fi is even a genre but if it’s not… IT IS NOW!!!

Familial Ties and Demonic Binds

So, this one’s a far ways away, at least while I’m drafting Doc Hero. This takes place in the same universe as Don’t Make Deals with Demons by Aileen Rose, she’s given me permission to write a book in her universe too. Familial Ties and Demonic Binds takes place in Central City State initially, as the well renowned inventor Declan Cassian is building up his life. He feels quite blessed…

He has wealth, he has recognition from the scientific community, he has good friends…

But there’s still something more he’s missing… he has a huge home, but it’s far too quiet… and there’s no one he can pass his knowledge onto…

He decides to fix that… He wanted a big family from the start, but had issues finding the right kind of person…

And then ultimately decided “I DON’T NEED THAT TO START A FAMILY!” And got his butt to the Central City State children’s home. His life hasn’t been the same ever since, with brothers Raiden and Yasahiro now his young sons whom he loves ever so much. It’s not easy being a parent but he’s loving every moment…

Until a strange event pits him against a Demon Queen on a strange island. With new comrades and a strange world to conquer Declan’s determined to defeat demonic powers… With science and family as his witness.

The Butterfly Effect

This is the only fanfiction on this list, for Writeblr Life, since this is a concept I’ve been playing with on and off for about a year now. I want to work more on it this year.

The Butterfly Effect, takes place in an alternate timeline for Trauma Center… In particular, Trauma Team. 

Rosalia Rosselini lives a quiet but lonely life in Mexico with her father, Albert Sartre. It’s not the funnest life, but she makes due for her father’s sake… and what they both believed was the best for the world. 

However, that “best” may not be the safest, when her father becomes infected and loses his mind, trying to attack her!

In a change of events, Rosalia survives Albert’s assault and like the flap of a butterfly’s wings, everything shifts as Patient Zero of the Rosalia Virus refuses to go down and die without a fight.

The story focuses around Rosalia in particular as she tries to comprehend the ramifications of what’s occurred and how everything changes because the Girl Sleeping in Bloom, lived.

#Writeblrlifeweek #writeblr life #Doc Hero #Familial Ties and Demonic Binds #The Butterfly Effect

[ladyimaginarium]

BEHOLD! A LIST OF HEADCANONS FOR MY MUSES THAT ABSOLUTELY NO ONE ASKED FOR:

Louis is... a lot smarter than what he lets on. This is a boy who wants to bring the old world back and all the cultures of the old world back into the new one, after all. HE IS NOT JUST A PRANKSTER / A GOOFY GUY THAT THE FANDOM DESCRIBES HIM AS. That side of him is more or less a sort of facade that he uses, when in fact, he’s actually rather depressed, he’s just very excellent at hiding it. Louis is a brilliant actor and can appear as someone who he is not. He plays a big role in creating this new world.

Louis isn’t just talented in the piano - he’s very skilled in playing the harp and the violin. He tutored himself due to his parents not being around for most of his life as they were too occupied.

Clementine loves making traditional Japanese sweets - they’re honestly her favorites.

As she grows into late adulthood, Clementine lives long enough to suffer from arthritis.

Beretta may be a superhuman normal and detests Twilights and normal human beings, she doesn’t mind some musical artists created by normals like Lady Gaga, Lana Del Rey, HIM etc.

Beretta totally had a fascination for Ville Valo, it made Striker jealous.

Beretta is literally one of the biggest goth girls you could meet. She wears fishnet, always.

Aasim used to want to be a paleontologist when he was younger as that boy knew practically almost anything about the dinosaurs. He also has a fascination for cryptids and aliens and anything extraterrestrial though it’s unlikely he’ll ever tell anyone.

For science class, Aasim was the only one who managed to spike a volcano. Mrs Martin was very pleased.

Daenerys Targaryen has a Valyrian steel sword that is given to her as a gift to the surrendering lords of Volantis once she sacks the city. She names it Dragon's Kiss.

Sansa Stark builds her own little snowcastles in the Vale’s courtyards - one of Winterfell, and the Vale and King’s Landing... before she crushes the latter.

Margaery Tyrell loved to dance as a child and so once, when she was a little girl, she went to Oldtown with her brothers Willas, Garlan and Loras, they watched a group of dancers from across the Narrow Sea and watched.

Aaliyah may be able to pull off most of Louis’ expressions but she can also mimick Clementine’s death glares - it’s quite intimidating.

James is surprisingly an excellent singer and guitarist... he’s just terribly shy about it. He sings to Clementine sometimes, and when they later grow to become better friends, when a song appears on the radio, they sing together quietly - because they’re both painfully shy.

James sang the ABC’s to Aaliyah when she was small. That little girl fawned over him so much.

When visiting The Commonwealth with Clementine as part of her entourage, James was aware that many people feared him as he was an ex Whisperer.

Nina absolutely loves lavalamps - she saves up money in a piggybank to save up for one.

Nina often gives out lollipops to Theo’s patients - she’s the biggest sweetheart.

Theo’s real name is actually Theodoros and he was born in Greece, not in Italy.

Theo swears in Greek when he’s particularly frustrated and angry.

He once danced on a table at Bastard when he got particularly drunk - Worick and Nicolas never let him off since even years afterward.

Theo adopted Nina when she was five years old, though the former speculates that Worick is Nina’s true father and intends on telling him these suspicions eventually.

Loretta listens to Marina and The Diamonds.... they’re her favorite.

Minerva liked making flower crowns - she and Sophie had each of theirs on their nighttables - they were later removed. Brody ended up sobbing while taking both of them out and Tenn couldn’t quite figure out why, but he simply hugged her instead but that did nothing, she merely cried harder.

Minerva used to give Tenn piggyback rides when he was younger and she’d tickle him whenever he’d cry.

The scar just where her eyebrow is? That scar was caused by Sophie in her last attempt to survive... just before Minerva murdered her.

Erica’s favorite breakfast was blueberry pancakes and Delico would always give his younger sister the pancakes while they were living at the orphanage, to the point where he got into a fight with another child there for the last batch.

Connie was pregnant the entire time - she was merely in her early months and it only dawned on her that she was just shortly before the attack on Bastard.

So, when Marco and Connie die, their unborn child die with them.

James Fairbanks is intimidated by great fires, as it brings back terrible memories of his house burning - and his sister alive - in it, but if he must go near one to save his friends, then he will push this fear away.

Luna Lovegood likes to watch the people in Diagon Alley come and go while she watches from her windowsill and paint them.

#( mobile. )

[mtvswatches]

Wynonna Earp 1x08 Two-Faced Jack

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Stray thoughts

1) WTF happened here…

What does Dock mean by “Devil’s hell, plus an angel incarnate?” Why is he looking at the horse when he refers to the angel?

2) WHAT.THE.FUCK

You suffered severe damage to your spinal cord, causing paralysis from the waist down.

It’s clear to me that she’s being held hostage, there clearly was no car accident. But this whole hospital scenario? I don’t know if she’s dreaming or if she’s hallucinating or if someone is inducing her hallucinations or dream-reality or whatever. I mean, she can’t be paralyzed…

3) Doc and Dolls will be forced to work together to rescue her, that should be fun.

4) Wynonna is smart, though. She realized something was off immediately, but even before this “doctor” mentioned the “radical new procedure” he’s been implementing on his patients, she made him take the bait by asking him what University he’d gone to. Plus, she did this:

Which hopefully means she’ll be able to walk soon?

5) Why is Bethany there?! I thought she had been ripped apart!

6) Okay, so this Jack of Knives revenant is a psycho serial killer from Wyatt’s and Doc’s time. Cool. Cool cool cool. And he’s the last of the Seven. That should be a treat.

7) Oh shit, Nicole had to be resuscitated. But this begs the question, why did this Jack-ass took Bethany and not Nicole? I get why he took Wynonna, but what does he need Nicole for? What kind of sick Human-Centipede experiment is he trying to pull off?

8) Ugh Bethany! I get what she means, she’s not brave, she’s just a regular girl, but… Wynonna just told her this guy is a serial killer, so what does Bethany think is going to happen if she stays in her bed and keeps quiet? Look, I’m not a brave person either, but I’ll be skedaddling for sure if my two options were to stay with Dr. Serial Killer or run away.

9) See, Bethany? This is what happens when you’re not a risk-taker…

10) This is scary as fuck, I wasn’t expecting this shit.

11) Wynonna is going to pull one a la Beatrix Kiddo, right?

12) I think I’m shipping this…

My heart turned to mush when she said that. I believe they are a thing, I think I’ve seen some gifs of them on my dash, and if that’s the case, I’m grateful this is not queer-baiting.

13) So the Jack-ass has a type of victim, which again begs the question, what do Bethany and Wynonna have in common that made them his target?

14) Yep, Wynonna is Beatrix-ing the hell outta there.

15) Why do these two give me so many platonic feels?

I truly enjoy their interactions in a different way from his interaction with Wynonna, you know? I see him and Wynonna and I’m like WHY DON’T YOU BANG ALREADY. And then I see him and Waverly, and I’m like AWW THIS IS SO WHOLESOME, HE’S LIKE HER BIG BROTHER! 

16) I don’t know why I loved the shade they gave the Fight Club…

DOC: There are two rules to this, Mr. Dolls.

DOLLS: Let me guess. First rule of fight club, never talk about fight club, right?

DOC: Nobody talks about it, how're fellas gonna know where it is?

17) Dolls literally said what I was about to write…

18) Oh shit…

How did she manage to hold in the pain?!

19) I don’t know, but maybe is what a psycho would say?

 Maybe?

20) Dolls and Doc are gonna fight each other and I’m here for it.

21)

This is going to be delightful to watch.

22) I guess he’s found his motivation…

23) So he wasn’t talking about himself in the third person after all…

This is Jack-ass!

24) Even though I feel this is a case of the kettle calling the pot black…

...I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it.

25) Yep, he totally deserved that.

Like, telling Doc that Wynonna going missing is his fault? And that Wyatt left him to die? How dare he?

26) He’s so excited he’s won, I love him.

27) There’s no way he’s killed Dolls, though. I’m not buying that. He probably seems dead because of the drugs he’s taking, right? Or he might have been trained to pretend to be dead.

28)

Seriously, though, that was super creepy.

29) I died. Doc trying to figure out how modern technology works is simply the best and a nice reminder that he’s not from this time.

Also, Dolls is alive and kicking, but he hasn’t explained how yet.

30) This reminded me of Cordelia’s “What’s your childhood trauma?”

Also, having a serial killer compare themselves to you is everyone’s dream right?

31) What is this Jack-ass deal though? He likes taking women’s organs out and showing them to the girls, okay. But why? What is he looking for?

32) Okay, yep, Dolls had been trained on how to make himself look dead, but I don’t think he’d be able to pull it off in the situation he was in? In the middle of a fight, when his pulse was probably racing and he was super stressed because Doc had called him out? I don’t think so.

33) Okay, Dolls’ division is starting to look eerily similar to The Initiative…

DOC: If your bosses have no compunction about turning a person into a pin cushion, how are they better than the demons?

DOLLS: Your body is a treasure trove for science. Think about what the military could do with soldiers who didn't get sick, didn't age? It was a decision made for the good of the many.

DOC: I get to choose who I share my treasure trove with, not the goddamn government.

34) Wait, what?

JACK-ASS: I know you're not gonna believe this, but I really liked your father. He wasn't like the other Earp heirs. He wasn't ambitious like Edwin, or courageous like Josiah, but he had something that they didn't have. Wits. When Ward started his little ride, he realized that in order to survive, he was gonna have to make certain alliances.

WYNONNA: With who? Black Badge?

JACK-ASS: Don't be daft. He made a pact with the big man himself. Bobo Del Rey.

WYNONNA: No. My daddy would never make a deal with a demon. Never.

JACK-ASS: They were very close friends

So Wynonna’s father had made a deal with Bobo? Does this mean that the reason the Seven went after him was that he’d broken the pact somehow? I mean, not only did he make a deal with Bobo but he was FRIENDS with him?

I also find it interesting how what made Ward different from the other heirs is probably one of Wynonna’s most important traits – her wits.

35) Bless you, Doc, for saving Wynonna in the nick of time. 

36) Oh, sweet Jebus, these two falling into each other…

Why don’t you kiss already?!

37)

WYNONNA: Don’t kill each other.

DOC AND DOLLS:

38) “It was you… or her.” Doc is trying to teach Dolls about principles, but let’s be real, he probably would’ve made the same choice if he’d been in Dolls’ shoes, so…

39) Can this dude predict the future? Is this where this show is heading…?

JACK-ASS: Oh, I wish I could stay! Watch what's coming next. A reunion. An escape. So much blood.

Who will be reunited? Who will escape? WHO WILL DIE?! I’m scared, but I’m also excited to see if this turns out to be foreshadowing...

40) The Buffy feels are real, y’all!

41) “What now?” is a great question. The Seven are dealt with, so, is Wynonna going after Bobo? The Stone Witch? There are 5 more episodes left, so I’m sure shit is about to get real…

42) Okay, I’m back to liking Dolls since he told his boss Doc is only a con artist and is more concerned about finding out who in his organization is working for Bobo.

43) Yet another great episode. I’m always surprised at how long my recaps are for this show, but there’s so much going on all the time and everything seems relevant somehow? I really can’t wait to see how this season ends…

44)  Hope you enjoyed my recap, and, as usual, if you’ve got this far, thank you for reading! If you enjoy my recaps and my blog, please consider supporting it on ko-fi.Thanks!

#Wynonna Earp #Doc Holliday #Tim Rozon #Melanie Scrofano #Waverly Earp #WE recap #WE 1x08 #mine #MTVSwatches

[thisweekingundamwing]

TWIGW February 11 - 17th

Happy Sunday Gundam Wing Fandom!

We have some super awesome things for you to check out this week!  Many many thanks to those who submitted and tagged us in content - it makes our job so much easier! Especially with the archiving happening on AO3! If you’ve created something we missed, please feel free to let us know so we can feature you too!

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Thank you for all that you do, and keep submitting your great content to us!

-Mod CB

Fanfiction:

A Little Piece of Gundam Wing

The archive is being ported to AO3! Check it out!

@ahsimwithsake

Fickle Faithful

Heero-centric, implied future 1x5x3. This might grow into something more.

Late entry for @gwblockparty Rewrite the Romance

Rated T for swearing

Amberly

Knife in Hand

When Duo learns there's a hit out on him, he turns to the only person in Chicago he believes capable of helping him. But will the cost of the Broker's help be too high?

Pairings: 2x3, past (underage) 6x2, past 1x3

Warnings: Implied Childhood Sexual Abuse, Consent Issues, Organized Crime, Assassination, child trafficking, Past Abuse, Federal Agents, Abuse of Power, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Gender Issues

Amberly with @yourbloodlikewine​

In This Light

Duo spent the last semester working in his older brother's coffee shop. He's resigned himself to a boring spring when a stranger appears, shaking up his entire life. Eli left home last fall, choosing to spend the last six months living out of his van on his travels from the Midwest to the East Coast. By the time he arrives at Ink's, the novelty of traveling alone has started to wear off. Still, the last thing he's expecting is to meet someone who's going to change all that for him

Pairings: 2xOMC, 3xOMC, Solo x OMC, 

Warnings:  Rape/Noncon, Original Characters - Freeform, Alternate Universe, child abuse mention, Sexual Assault Mention, homophobic parents, Re-Written Characters, Drug Use, Violence, off screen murder, gratuitous author indulgence

@anaranesindanarie​

Cocktail Friday

Cocktail Friday drabbles.

Pairings: 2x3

Warnings: bar, diplomats, Russian accent

Death Unspeaking

What happens when a Gundam Pilot is mute? What happens when the other Pilots look down at him because of it? Will he overcome the odds or will the odds overcome him? For Manny who encouraged me to work on this.

Pairings: 2x3

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage

Designation01

War Tactics

Heero's perception leads to an interesting discovery: Duo Maxwell avoids mirrors. An introspective ficlet that aims to explore using BDSM and possible lack of body autocracy to overcome self-image issues.

Pairings: 1x2

Warnings: Mirrors, Body Image, Body Horror, Hand Jobs, NightmaresComfort, Emotional Discomfort, Control Issues, Complete

@duointherain​

To Be Human is to Love

Duo and Heero are working a damaged part of their new colony, things go wrong.

Pairings: 1x2

Warnings: Spaced

EclipseMage

Broken and Bloodthirsty

Duo is terrible-awful at coping. Quatre gets the brunt end of it after a reckless mission-gone-wrong.

Pairings: none

Warnings: Pilot angst, Physical fight ensues, Underage Drinking

flamingofics (hey @idkmybffflamingo​ is this you? let us know!)

Will You Have Me?

Duo returns from a Preventers mission on the fourteenth of February. Trowa takes the opportunity to attempt to confess his feelings for him.

Pairings: 2x3

Warnings: Fluff and Angst, Confessions, Misunderstandings, Gundam Wing Valentine's Day Fan Exchange

Gift fic for @claraxbarton​ from a GW Valentine’s Day exchange in 2016

Ginnybag

Past Tense

'Milliardo.... I'll be waiting on the other side....' A quarter of a century after the fight at MOII, the Epyon System follows the last command given by its maker, returning him to where he will, once again, be needed. But 25 years is a long time and the world he left behind is not the one he wakes in, and fighting to be more than the ghost that he has become to his friends and family may be one battle Treize Khushrenada really cannot win.

Pairings: 6x13, 3x11, 5xMariemaia, 4xR, 2xDorothy, 13,OMC

Warnings: Newtypes, POLITICS!, Sanc, Past Heero/Relena, Past Treize/OFC, Past Treize/OMC, Dysfunctional Family, Family Issues, Parents & Children, Discussions of Politics/War/Abuse/Sex, References to Drugs, Romefeller Foundation, Mentions of Past Nastiness, ZERO System, Canon - to a point

Poison Seven - A Thousand Words

Part 7 of Poison

Pairings: 6x13

Warnings:  none listed

Wild Roses: Cold Comfort

December AC 191: Six months after creation, Treize's new Wing is rapidly gathering a reputation as the best of the best. A routine patrol in space cements Zechs's status as an Ace and leaves Treize injured, revealing the depths of his religious beliefs.  As the 10th Anniversary of the Fall of Sanc combines with the fallout, Leia begins to doubt her husband, Lady Une summons the Zodiac to form, and Noin earns her wings. On Christmas Eve, Treize marks his 21st with a mission he did not expect, culminating in professional triumph and personal revelation for both men.

Pairings: 6xOMC, 6xOtto, 13x11, 13xLeia Barton, 6xOttoxOMC, 13x6, 6x9

Warnings: Nuclear-powered suits, The Duchess of Richmond's Ball, Medical Euthanasia

JunaAzumi

Aún existen los príncipes azules

Trowa sabia que habia separado a los 5 pilotos pero no se arrepentia de nada.

4x5

Bailemos hasta que se acabe el mundo

Quién puede tener una cena en medio de una guerra? Quatre y Heero te darán la respuesta

1x4

Quatre vs Duo

Los chicos se van de vacaciones a Playa del Carmen, Quatre y Duo compiten por las atenciones de Heero ¿Quién ganara?

1x4

Quiero Acordarme de ti

Resumen: Quatre encontró a Trowa, estaba preparado para cualquier cosa menos menos para lo que encontró 04x03 escena perdida del capitulo 38

3x4

facetiousfutz

Short Oneshot Requests

Occasionally I open the floor to short fic and drabble requests on my personal Dreamwidth account (same username, if you want access), and these are the fills I've deemed worthy of lurking eyes. I have a ton of fandoms. This will focus heavily on humor pieces and M/M and F/F ships, with some exceptions. If any archive warnings ever apply, I will make a note of it in the beginning.

Multiple fandoms/pairings, please see chapter specific warnings

All characters underage in canon are aged up accordingly in smut fics

@kangofu-cb​

If You Let Me

If Trowa could give the new residents one rule for surviving the ICU, it would be ‘Don’t Touch Anything. (Especially The Patients.)’.  In reality, he’d actually give them a lot of rules, possibly with diagrams for clarity.  But his main rule essentially covered the bases. When you worked in one of the largest ICUs, in the biggest medical center in the country, at a hospital known for taking on unstable patients for the most complex and risky surgeries that were performed no-where else, new residents were a menace. Until he meets Dr. Maxwell, the newest anesthesia resident.

Pairings: 2x3, background HxD

Warnings: Alternate Universe - Medical, Doctor/Patient, Nurses & Nursing, Fluff and Smut, this is literally my feel good thing guys ok, I mean I'm not saying there won't be any angst, but basically this is all WAFF

@ladyjstruth-blog​

Going Home

Quatre has a secret that comes out unexpectedly and now everyone has to deal with the fallout. The news is hardest on Trowa, who still loves him, even after years of breaking up.

Pairings: 3x4

Warnings: Drama and Romance, Post-Canon

Lil_1337

2018 Comment Fic_Feburary

Drabbles and short fics written for the Live Journal community Comment Fics which can be found here: http://comment-fic.livejournal.com

Multiple fandoms/pairings, please see chapter specific warnings

Maldoror

The Source of All Things

Center, a planet where magic and technology blend. Or more accurately, fight tooth and nail. A planet of Sources, holes in our boring dimension letting through arcane power, chaos and pseudo-deities. In this hot-house of myths and very real dangers, Trowa and Quatre find a mysterious man at the end of a shamanic voyage. Portents suggest this Heero Yuy is crucial to Center’s survival. He’s important enough to have some interesting enemies after him, at any rate: a devious killer and thief called ‘Shinigami’, and a very irate Dragon. Beyond them looms an even greater threat. Indeed, the greatest of them all.

Pairings: 3x4, 2x5, eventual 1x2x5

Warnings:  alternative universe, Science Fiction, Fantasy, Plot Twists, fairly graphic depiction of sex, Mild description of self-harm, Mathematical Magic, weird science, crones - Freeform, Magic and Technology brawling and eventually screwing, Eventual Threesome, Kinda, Insanity of arcane origin, The universe is a pile of marbles and other dubious allegories

Two Halves

The two kingdoms of Sanq and Lin were at war for years; a conflagration involving magic, armies and political murder. The conflict left both nations devastated and strewn with refugees. The king of Sanq finds his infant son, lost at birth, among the death and the ruin, a miracle he barely dared to hope for. But there isn't just one boy, there are two, clinging together like two halves of a whole that cannot be separated. Decades later, the truth behind that second child’s existence will put a hole in the world, or possibly save it.

Pairings: 1x2

Warnings: Fantasy AU, medieval setting with magic, starts with our heroes as children, Cousin Incest, sort of, eventually, being royalty this is in fact the norm and rather expected of them, Canon-Typical Violence

Shinohoshi13

By Demons Be Driven

For years she struggled to live, burdened by a long-forgotten past, an unclear present, and a non-existent future. War consumes her life, forcing her to live as if every day is her last. Fate has seen fit to gift her with unnatural abilities far beyond the normal human capacity. With those abilities, she leads a daily game of tag, putting her life on the line over and over again. Will a chance meeting with a young man give this tired young woman the will to keep fighting? And with the war escalating higher and higher, will she have the time to find out who, and what, she really is?

Pairings: 5xOFC, background 1x2, 3x4, 6x13, unrequited Rx1

Warnings: Relena bashing, Adult Content, Graphic depictions of violence - Freeform, Crude Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Strong Language, Torture, Violence, Psychological Horror, Magical Realism

Sol1056

Tetractys

In a reality where Kushrenada won, the five gundam pilots live a half-life, effectively prisoners. An unexpected chance at freedom may let them regain what they'd lost, but it also means a return to battle. Some things, once lost, cannot be regained. | Significant rewrite of original version.

Pairings: 4x5, 1xR

Warnings:  Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Multiple Universes Colliding, Post-Canon, Mecha, Alternate Reality, War, Politics, Rebellion, Slow Burn, Accelerated humanity, Paranormal skills, Butchered scientific theory, Global warfare, Significant battle scenes, Mecha reduxes, Multiple Pairings, Female gundam pilots

Thai_Tea_Addict

Wolves and Lambs

On the cusp of war, Remus Lupin discovers he has a son. Facing a prejudiced wizarding world unwilling to believe Voldemort has returned, Remus must now navigate his duties as both a member of the Order and as a father to one Duo Maxwell. Duo doesn't know a lot about families, but he knows war. HP Fifth Year, Post-GW main series

Pairings: 1x2, 2xHP, 3x4, Romione

Warnings: Harry Potter crossover, Family Reconstruction Act, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Politics, Wizarding Politics, War, Disturbing Themes

@vegalume​

Ellion - Book 1

Set in a world where one mad man tries to rule all and destroy the last traces of magic, one young man must overcome a life filled with war and death in order to save those he holds dear.

1x2, 13x11

A/U, Fantasy, Angst, Mpreg, Character Death

Snippets:

@chronicwhimsy

WIP Wednesday - Post-canon 2xR snippet for @gwblockparty Rewrite the Romance

@kangofu-cb

We Won’t - AU RxH snippet for @gwblockparty Rewrite the Romance

@lifeaftermeteor​

LAM!verse snippet featuring Relena on the Warpath

@remsyk-blog

Thrill of the Chaste - AU 2x3, HxR Amish Romance for @gwblockparty Rewrite the Romance

@terrablaze514

Flu Aftermath Writing Prompt

@thefallenstar-treizekhushrenada

Valentine’s Day drabble about cake, 13x11

Photo Edits/Manipulations

@zechs

Incorrect Zechs Quote

Headcanons / Meta / Discussions:

Multiple Contributors

Self-Destruct suit discussion

@gundamwing-ellesmith

Otakon’s Gundam Wing Panel thoughts

Fanart:

@arubees

Heero and Duo

@cree8ions

Dorothy Catalonia

@hainekoken

Heero Yuy

@hasuyawwn

Duo Maxwell

@noelleian​

Quatre Raberba Winner

Trowa Barton

Sally Po

@outofworkshinigami

Duo twin commission for @anaranesindanarie

@oxymoronicidiosyncrasy

Heero Yuy

Duo Maxwell

@rockmandash2

Duo Maxwell

Duo Maxwell sketch

@vegalume​

Taste the Rainbow

@versari-arts

Hilde Schbeiker

@xan-drei

Heero and Duo  from LAM!verse, commission for @lifeaftermeteor

Cosplays:

@18thcenturylove​

Duo Maxwell 

Calendar Events:

Cocktail Friday

https://gwcocktailfriday.tumblr.com/

A new prompt every Monday!

Submissions should be posted Fridays between 3 and 5pm EST, and tagged with @gwcocktailfriday

Interview with a Creator by @remsyk-blog @interview-with-a-creator

Remsyk has created an online interview for fandom creators to fill out and then she features one each week so that everyone in the fandom can learn a bit about each other.

If you haven’t filled out her interview, go! do! now!

Honorable Mention:

@kangofu-cb​ was mentioned by AO3 Admin as a winner in the 2018 Feedback Fest Challenge, and won a prize!  Thanks to everyone who recc’d something on their post as part of the challenge! Over 500 fanworks (in total, not just Gundam Wing) were mentioned as part of the challenge! And special thanks to @terrablaze514​ for bringing this to the attention of the mods!

#twigw #this week in gundam wing #february 11th - 17th

[mycupofstars]

Lestat: A fish that doesn’t swim

Del yelling at the TV: MOLA MOLA

Lestat: A bird that doesn’t fly

Del yelling at the TV: PENGUIN

Me: This is not a game show

#del is a patient science brother #amc iwtv #interview with the vampire

[savetopnow]

2018-03-13 01 MOVIE now

MOVIE

Birth. Movies. Death.

SXSW 2018 Review: TAKE YOUR PILLS Shines A Light On An Alarming Problem

Is Denis Villeneuve Still Making a DUNE Movie? Nope! Now He’s Making TWO Of Them

FIRST MATCH Trailer Takes A Girl’s Troubles To The Mat

Wes Anderson And Bill Murray: A Cinematic Rapport

Book Review: S. Craig Zahler’s HUG CHICKENPENNY Is A Touching Gothic Parable

CineVue

Film Review: A Prominent Patient

Film Review: Bombshell: The Hedy Lamarr Story

DVD Review: La Prisonnière

Oscars 2018: The Shape of Water wins Best Picture, Best Director

Film Review: Annihilation

Cinema Blend

Why Zach Galifianakis Didn’t Think He Would Get Hired For A Wrinkle In Time

Michael J. Fox Joined Instagram, And His First Post Was Gold

Cameron Diaz Has Reportedly Retired From Acting

The Simpsons Tried To Get O.J. Simpson As A Guest Star

Jesse Eisenberg Still Doesn't Know If He'll Get To Play Lex Luthor In Another DC Film

Cinema Scope

Madame Hyde (Serge Bozon, France/Belgium)

The Green Fog (Guy Maddin, Evan Johnson, Galen Johnson, US/Canada)

Cocote (Nelson Carlo de Los Santos Arias, Dominican Republic/Argentina/Germany)

The Uses of Disenchantment: Guillermo del Toro’s The Shape of Water

3/4 (Ilian Metev, Bulgaria/Germany)

Comicboook.com

'Avengers: Infinity War': Who Says 'The End Is Near' in New TV Spot?

'Avengers: Infinity War': Here's What We Want to See From Iron Man's "Bleeding Edge" Armor

Why Hawkeye Is Possibly Missing in 'Avengers: Infinity War' Revealed

Here's How to Get a Sexy Ian Malcolm 'Jurassic Park' Funko Pop Figure

Warner Brothers Cast Wonder Woman & Green Lantern in 'Teen Titans GO!' Movie

Film Comment Magazine

TCM Diary: Secret Ceremony (1968) + The Legend of Lylah Clare (1968)

Deep Focus: A Wrinkle in Time

Film of the Week: Montparnasse Bienvenüe

Readers’ Poll 2017: Your Comments

Interview: Ashley McKenzie

Film Inquiry

OUTSIDE IN Trailer

Shawn’s SXSW Diary – Saturday: Odd Dissonances, Nice Surprises

DEATH WISH: A Poorly Timed, Generic Remake

Away From The Hype: GHOSTBUSTERS (2016)

“It Takes Me Right Back To Those Early Days; I’m Living It Again.” Chimps, Oscar Snubs & Favorite Films With Dr. Jane Goodall

Film School Rejects

The Science of Compassion in ‘Jane’

The ‘Sorry to Bother You’ Trailer Pushes Boundaries to The Limit

Bradley Cooper Will Lead a New ‘Matt Helm’ Movie

Good News: Denis Villeneuve’s ‘Dune’ Will Be Two Movies

‘Hereditary’ Review: Feels Like the First Time You Saw ‘The Sixth Sense’ But Far, Far Darker

Reddit Movies

Box Office Week: BLACK PANTHER is #1 for the 4th consecutive weekend and surpasses $1 billion in worldwide box office, A WRINKLE IN TIME opens to $33.3 million, THE SHAPE OF WATER surges 63% in box office post-Oscars, and TOMB RAIDER opens in Asia to $14.1 million.

Paramount just shared Wayne's World 2 playing in its entirety for streaming on a new platform for stoners

SXSW Film Review: ‘Ready Player One’

Annihilation now streaming!

Am I crazy for thinking Beauty and the Beast (2017) was almost unwatchable?

Roger Ebert

SXSW Film Festival 2018: “What Keeps You Alive,” “Unfriended: Dark Web,” “Upgrade,” “Wildling”

SXSW Film Festival 2018: “Fast Color,” “A Vigilante,” “Galveston”

Blockers

Itzhak

SXSW Film Festival 2018: "Wobble Palace"

Screen Rant

15 Secrets Behind Suits You Had No Idea About

Doctor Who Casts X-Men 2’s Alan Cumming As King James I

Star Wars: The First Order May Have More Superweapons

Josh Brolin Saw 30 Minutes of Infinity War And It’s ‘Amazing’

Agents of SHIELD Should End With Director Daisy Johnson

Slash Film

‘Jessica Jones’ Season 2 Spoiler Review: An Ambitious Second Season That Doesn’t Stick the Landing

‘Solo: A Star Wars Story’ Theater Standee Puts You in the Millennium Falcon Cockpit

Watch an Exclusive ‘Disaster Artist’ Clip From the Blu-ray Release

‘Ready Player One’ Review: A Lightweight but Fun Adventure in Nostalgia [SXSW]

A History of Violence: Eli Roth, John Wick, and the Morality of “Gun Porn”

#movie

[irispublishersforensicscience]

Please Patiently Pick Per Person-Pedadogue, Pretender, Plagiartist, Pilferer| Iris Publishers

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Opinion

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickle pepper. A peck of pickle pepper Peter Piper picked. If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickle pepper, where’s the peck of pickle pepper Peter Piper picked?

As childish as this tongue twister sounds, it asks a profound question-shouldn’t anyone who claims to have done or discovered something be able to provide indisputable evidence? Today when we hear, think or talk of scientific theories or inventions specific names come to mind. Almost like a Pavlovian response we think Darwin when we think evolution, Einstein when we think relativity, Newton when we remember gravity and Zuckerberg when we talk of Facebook. But how many of these individuals actually borrowed and built upon the work of other forgotten or hidden figures? How many of these great names even descended so low as to plagiarize and outright steal the work of others? I myself am a victim of plagiarism. “Cellular Dust” [1] the term I coined to describe the microzymas was hijacked by some unscrupulous elements [2] and used to describe vesicles barely a year later! [3]. Assuming we were doing some short test in some twilight zone and were given the following questions

1. The famous formula e=mc2 was discovered by

i. Olinto De Pretto in 1903

ii. Albert Einstein in 1905

2. The principles and experiments that formed the basis of the food preservation technique known as pasteurization were first enunciated and performed by

i. Pierre Bechamp

ii. Louis Pasteur

3. Facebook was created by

i. Cameron and Tyler Winklevoss

ii. Mark Zuckerberg

4. Calculus (integration and differentiation) was invented by

i. Gottfried Leibniz

ii. Isaac Newton

5. The equation for gravitation was discovered by

i. Robert Hooke

ii. Isaac Newton

Did you pick the ‘A’s or the ‘B’s in the preceding test? Most people would probably pick the ‘B’s, but the evidence for picking the ‘A’s is stronger than you think! It is on record that Albert Einstein spoke and wrote Italian, the language in which Olinto De Pretto published the 62 page paper entitled “Ipotesi dell’Etere nella Vita dell’Universo” [Hypothesis of Aether In The Life Of The Universe] in the Atti del reale Instituto Veneto di Scienze, Lettere ed Arti Volume LXIII [Proceedings of The Royal Veneto Institute of Science, Letters and Arts]. The paper was endorsed by the well-known astronomer Giovanni Schiaparelli. It is theoretically possible that Albert Einstein read Olinto De Pretto’s paper and plagiarized it! [4] Olinto De Pretto was shot to death not long after, so Einstein could easily have gotten away with it.

For many years Louis Pasteur was a notorious believer in spontaneous generation. In other words when milk became sour or food got rotten it was the food itself that had created the germs just like that! It took the experiments of the Professor of Medicine and Chemistry Antoine Pierre Bechamp to prove that the germs came from the air, not the food. So, if you sealed the food in an air tight container you could slow down or stop the rot. Hear the Professor in his own words: “I will now describe the fundamental experiment, the results whereof have completely changed the aspect of science with regard to the relations of chemistry and physiology with fermentation, such as they were still imagined to be at the end of the year 1857, after the theory of Cagniard de Latour in relation to yeast had been rejected. In 1854 it was conceded that cane sugar dissolved in water altered of itself and became transformed into what is called invert sugar, because the solution which deviated the plane of polarization to the right deviated it to the left after the alteration. The inverted sugar was also called grape sugar. The phenomenon of this alteration was called inversion. With the reference to the other researches I resolved to verify the fact and in the month of May 1854, I left to themselves in a closed flask, in the presence of a small volume of air, at ordinary temperature, in a diffused light some aqueous solutions of pure cane sugar.

After several months I found that the sugar solutions in pure distilled water were partly inverted. At the beginning of 1855 I published the observations as a verification of the admitted fact, but I mentioned at the same time the presence of a mould in the inverting liquor. It is not an unusual thing to see moulds to appear in aqueous solutions of the most diverse substances, that was why, in the then state of science and of the contradictory assertions regarding the experiments of Schwann, I would not assert anything beyond the fact. I noted merely that in the solutions to which I had added chloride of calcium, or chloride of zinc, the inversion had not taken place and no mould had appeared. To find an explanation of these differences I made various experiments, commencing in 1855 and continued them to the month of December 1857. Among these experiments, all accordant with one another, I select two, because, reducing the problem to its simplest expression, they leave no room for doubt concerning the legitimacy of the conclusions I deduced from them- the first conclusion was that: the solution of cane sugar in distilled water remains indefinitely unchanged when, having been boiled, it is preserved in an absolutely full closed vase. The second was: the same solution, whether boiled or not, left in a vessel in the presence of a limited volume of air permits the appearance of colourless moulds, generally myellinated, and the solution becomes completely inverted in the course of time, while the liquor reddens litmus paper, that is to say, becomes acid. To prove that the volume of air left in the closed flask has nothing to do with the inversion it suffices to add beforehand a small quantity of creosote…..these two experiments demonstrated to me clearly that the presence of the air was essential for the inversion to take place and for the moulds to be born…. [5].

A few years later “Pasteurization” took off. In all fairness, Pasteurization ought to be called Bechampization! It has been reported that the prototype of Facebook was actually invented by the famous Olympian Winklevoss twin brothers, who hired Zuckerberg-who then pulled the rug out from under them. It is on record that the Winklevoss brothers took Mark Zuckerberg to court and were actually awarded millions of dollars in damages! [6]

That Leibniz and Newton both invented calculus is not disputed. The controversy is who discovered it first. What is certain is that the dy-dx system used today was the notation invented by Leibniz. The clumsy dotted x notation advocated by Isaac Newton is dead as a dodo! “Newton’s” equation of gravitation is identical to the earlier published inverse square law used for sound in a gas. The law is no different from Coulomb’s equation for electrostatics either. It takes no stretch of the imagination to suspect Isaac Newton “borrowed” the law from Robert Hooke. It is well documented, the intense hatred Newton had for Hooke. Newton once had Hooke’s portrait destroyed, not merely removed, when Isaac Newton became head of The Royal Society. In that age before photography existed, the result is that today no one knows for sure what Robert Hooke looked like! [7]. The bottom line is that scientists and inventors are human tooand subject to all the foibles, jealousies, hatred and pettiness that plague the holoi poloi. The beauty and genius of the peer review process and recourse to the courts and the justice system is what will inevitably ever separate the pedadogue, plagiarist, pretender and pilferer.

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[brokenmusicboxwolfe]

Gotta catch up again, so I will try to be brief. I know I gorged on movies (3 in one day!) , but I wanted to watch the horror films before Halloween that would bug Mom before she could get back from my brother’s.........

I saw:

Hellraiser- A pretty puzzle box when solved unleashes something decidedly not pretty. Open it and you summon the cenobites, think demons with  the most extreme S&M obsession you can imagine. Their idea of pleasure and pain mixed invoves literally tearing a person to bits. One guy, having an obsession with pushing sexual edges, ends up just like that. Then his brother and sister-in-law move in and bro cuts himself dripping blood at the site of the death. This begins a process of regrowth begining with internal organs. Since his sister-in-law had an affair, and her own sexual obsession, with him she secretly brongs men home and muders them so her skinless lover can get a full body back. Knowing no limits, he develops a lust for his bro’s young adult daughter (from a previous marriage), but when she finds out about him she intends to stop him. Considering she opened the box, making herself a target, this will be tricky.

Obviously I’d heard of it and was familiar with the basic cenobite concept, but I’d known nothing of the story. So you have a bit of love triangle, with the bad bro eventually wearing the skin of the good bro, a touch of fairy tale with the evil step mother and the young heroine having to be clever to survive, and the desire to be all edgy and transgressive. It’s set in a vague neither U.K. nor U.S., fitting for a nightmare. It has plenty of memorable, and memorably gooey, imagery. It might have had more impact if I’d seen it a long time ago, but it’s fine for what it is. 

Hellbound: Hellraiser II- The heroine of the previous film survived, but is now hospitalized to deal with the emotional trauma. Unfortunately the doctor assigned to her has a dungeon in the basement, a lifelong obsession with the cenobites, and has already murdered the mother of one of his young patients so he can exploit the girl’s puzzle solving talent. In other words, he’s like just about every doctor I’ve ever met! (I’m almost serious. I’ve had very bad experiences with sicko bastard doctors.) Our heroine thinks she’s been getting messages from her father needing rescuing from hell, so when the doctor has resurrected the step mom  and gotten his patient take care of the puzzle box summoning the cenobites, well our gal runs head long through the open doorway to hell. Whatever happens in there, getting out again won’t be easy.

This one still has some nice imagery, though a lot less gooey. She also looses the potential love  interest quickly, but gains a partner in the fight for survival in the form of the younger patient the evil doctor used. There are two “final girls” and success depends on both of them. The movie works as a fantasy journey into another world, complete with labyrith (not to be confused with Labyrith, though now that I think about it I can make some interesting parallels....) Despite my crippling real world phobia of health care scumbags, it was worth the watch.

Get Out- Oh wow, that was great! It begins with a man walking in an upscale neighborhood, and since he’s black he’s understandably very nervous. Then a car approaches, shadowing him until...WHAM!....he’s abducted. And that right there explains why this movie was scary where the other two weren’t. Despite having a far outside the realm modern science element, the story and it’s themes are rooted very, very deeply in reality. Reality is scary. Humanity is scary. 

In the story proper, a black photographer goes to to meet his white girlfriend’s rich parents. It’s awkward, but that’s sort of to be expected with rich smug surface liberals. (Sorry, the “smugs” really get to me and I’m a liberal! I’ve gotten into a few arguments with that type.....) The odd behavior of the gardener and maid is far more troubling. At first, but soon it’s clear everything is really wrong about everyone. I realize that even before the party scene it’s totally obvious exactly where the story is going, but I figure it’s still more enjoyable if I don’t say more. 

I will say of the ending, a part of me worries about what happens next. Reality can’t let it be the end of the suffering.  I actually half expect a Night of the Living Dead type final moment. But honestly, I’m finding actual reality scary enough right now that I’m good with it being cheated a bit here.

Hellboy- I have probably written about this one before, and know I will again. But tonight I’d had a rough day, plus  a hurt eye (pine needles really can be painful!) and a headache...so something familiar and cozy was called for.

Back during WWII Rasputin (yeah, that one) and some nazis open a mystic doorway. They are stopped but a cute little baby hellboy popped through first. He’s red, with a tail, horns, and a like with a prophesy of doom, but he gets super lucky. He ends up with a loving adoptive father to raise him, a lifelong job protecting the world, and a sort of pyrokinetic girlfriend. Unfortunately, the father’s dying, the job expects him to stay indoors in his off time, and the girlfriend has had to put romance aside to deal with the emotional baggage of her powers. Oh, and Rasputin and the nazis are showing up after all these decades to finish their apocalyptic plan with Hellboy at the center.

I gotta admit my biases. I read Hellboy Comics just about from the start (I’d fallen for Mignola’s art with his adaptation of Bram Stoker’s Dracula so I ordered based on his name) . For many years I read ‘em all (and spin offs like BPRD), until life got to be life and I couldn’t keep up with comics. And you wanna know something funny? I always imagined Ron Perlman playing the part. When I heard he’d actually been cast I actually shouted “Yessss!” I’d already loved Cronos and The Devil’s Backbone so I trusted Guillermo del Toro to make something good. No it’s not really  the comic book Hellboy, but I loved it.

That said, there is a little bit difficulty for me. The father with a terminal illness troubled me before my father was ever sick. Now it’s so much worse, especially since the actor playing  the part, John Hurt, died of exactly the same thing that killed my father. Watching brings back pain, so I have to distract myself during the moment’s that’s front and center in the film.

But other than that, it’s feel good viewing for me. I wish the third movie had been made, and the reboot movie being made I’m uncertain about, but whatever. I got two Hellboy movies I really enjoy whatever happens in the future.

 (Wait, you think a future movie might deal with Roger the homunculus? In that case I might look foreward to it more. I’m still heartbroken over him!) 

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Consultorios promote the cheapest medications: interchangeable generics (GI), which is how Mexico labels their generic drugs. Some patients believe that GIs are not exactly the same as their name-brand counterparts; others figure that because of their low cost, the drugs are weaker, so they should take more of the medication. Regulations require the generics to be as safe and potent as brand-name drugs, but in the past, that was not always the case, so out of skepticism and intertia, doctors and patients have hung onto a casual, self-directed approach to treatment.

“Self-medicating is very common, everyone one takes what they believe they should take,” says Dr. Laura Yañez, who works at Farmacia Similares in Ciudad Nezahualcóyotl, one of Mexico’s largest municipalities. “Sometimes you fix them what they want. There are patients who say, ‘I remember that this is for fever,’ so I give it to them.”

“Culturally, we’re made to self-medicate, it’s not really frowned upon in our society,” says Dr. Marisol, a physician at Farmacias del Ahorro, who asked me to not use her last name.

Of course, self-medication has consequences; experts at Mexico’s National Cancer Institute speculate that late detection of colorectal cancer is in part due to patients’ avidly self-medicating. Even Dagoberto Cortés Cervantes, president of the National Association of Drug Manufacturers (ANAFAM), is critical of pharmacies’ prescription practices, which he contends are swayed not by the best treatment options, but by what they have in stock. “We’ve done some surveys to see what’s in the prescription, and 95 percent of the products are the same products that are available in the [adjacent] pharmacy. So, this appears to us as a conflict of interest, because the doctor should have the availability to prescribe what they want, and in fact, they aren’t able to,” he says.

This conflict of interest is artfully camouflaged by the consultorios’ marketing strategies. Out of the handful of consultorio franchises in Mexico, the most successful one is Farmacias Similares, or better known as “Dr. Simi.” With 6,000 shops across Mexico, the brand is recognized for its iconic bald doctor mascot with a bushy mustache dancing in front of the store’s open-air entrance, beckoning customers.

In the last decade or so, Dr. Simi has become the dominating health-care service for Mexico’s low-income population. They claim to serve up to 7 million patients every month and enjoy 26.6 percent of the generic market share. Their swift and impressive rise to success was built on the exploitation of the generic medications, along with some unsavory regulatory moves.

The man behind Dr. Simi is Victor Gonzalez Torres. He opened up the first Farmacia Similar in 1997, with the slogan “lo mismo pero más barato” (the same but cheaper), and claimed to sell generic medicines for 75 percent less than other pharmacies. Heavy set, light skinned, with gray hair, González Torres comes from a family of pharma magnates. In 1875, his great grandfather opened up the first pharmacy in Mexico. His father went on to start Laboratorios Best, a major generic drug manufacturing company, of which González Torres became CEO in 1976. His brother Javier runs two pharmacy chains, El Fénix and Dr. Ahorro.

González Torres became involved in politics, largely for the benefit of his company. He ran for president as a write-in candidate in 2006, promising to “run the country like a business.” In 2009, the Green Ecologist Party of Mexico, a right-leaning group founded by González Torres’s brother, proposed “Simi law,” an initiative to let people on public health-care plans get medication from private pharmacies. That same year, president Felipe Calderón Hinojosa implemented a version of the plan for state employees. It proved to be enormously lucrative for private pharmacies like Dr. Simi: their profits increased nearly eight times as much as the state pharmacies.

Dr. Simi’s relationship with the government wasn’t always so friendly. In 2005, then-Secretary of Health Julio Frenk required all generic drugs to go through bioequivalence testing to show they were as effective as their brand-name counterparts. Successful testing would earn those drugs the “GI” label, and by around 2010, all generics should have been certified in this manner.

This scared González Torres. Generics were Dr. Simi’s bread and butter, and although they were approved by the Ministry of Health, they were never classified as being equivalent to the brand name medication. The government, on its part, was struggling to determine the quality of Dr. Simi’s drugs. “González Torres is a brilliant man who knows to not step outside the law, but it always on the edge of it,” Dr. Fermin Valenzuela, a consultant to the Ministry of Health and former pharmacology professor at the Universidad Nacional Autónoma de México (UNAM), told me over coffee.

Wearing a gold chain necklace and chain smoking, Valenzuela recalled his time developing a program to evaluate generics for the Health Secretary during the 1990s. He notes that the Simi generics were, at the time, found to be subpar. “González Torres was able to find a series of gaps in Mexico’s legislation. He says, the same but cheaper, so in the given moment, we did the work to do see if it was the same. We did a series of tests, and no, it wasn’t. There was a lot left to do to close up those gaps in the legislation.”

Laboratorios Best and Dr. Simi protested at first, but ultimately gave in to demands to sell medications that have undergone and passed testing. Now, his shelves are supposed to be stocked with effective and tested drugs, and González Torres has mostly retreated from public life, shapeshifting his public persona into his business’s mascot: Dr. Simi. Like Santa Clause or Mickey Mouse, the plush, imposing doctor character spreads pharmaceutical-themed cheer throughout Mexico. He gives Christmas gifts to low-income children in hospitals, talks in an adult-sounding Elmo voice, and invites customers to dance-offs.

Dr. Cori Hayden, an anthropologist at the University of California, Berkeley, who has extensively researched the politics of generic medications, notes that for years, Mexicans were unsure about the effectiveness of the bioequivalence testing regulation. “During the early years of the Peña Nieto administration, regulators and researchers involved in bioequivalence testing were fairly disenchanted with the efficacy of the regulatory state,” she says. “They felt that the state had abdicated its regulatory responsibility and that bioequivalent wasn’t really doing the work it was meant to do,” she says. “Now,” she adds, “people in power say they are confident in its efficacy”—but consultorios show that this confidence does not always make its way into the pharmacy, or indeed the clinic.

Pharmaceutical tycoon Victor Gonzalez Torres during his presidential campaign in Mexico City, Mar. 8, 2005. (AP Photo / Dario Lopez-Mills)

Even—and in some cases, especially—if similares are up to standard, a potentially even bigger question is the effectiveness of the care in consultorios: patients are never sure if what they’re going to be prescribed is, in fact, the right drug.

Melina Rivera, a 31-year-old art teacher with a reserved smile, says she was suffering from a sore throat and figured the immediate solution was to go to a consultorio. She was prescribed three injectable medications, one of which was an antibiotic commonly prescribed for gonorrhea. After no improvement, she went to an otolaryngologist who diagnosed her with a dust allergy. “It was such a horrible experience. After that, I never went back to a consultorio,” she says.

Dr. V (who requested her name be redacted for confidentiality reasons) is worried these kinds of stories have damaged consultorio doctors’ reputations. The physician—whose wavy shoulder-length dark hair and somber black pantsuit belie her effervescent energy—has been working at a Farmacia Similar consultorio in Benito Juárez, a largely working-class borough, for the last seven years.

In high school, Dr. V loved dissecting cow hearts in science class and watching ER. After graduating from UNAM, she wanted to specialize in gynecology. She took the entrance exam four times, but never managed to get a passing score—as of 2016, the overall acceptance rate for medical residency was 22 percent—so she was left with the option of practicing medicine in a consultorio.

“I’m the first contact for people. There are patients who come to the consultorio for a respiratory infection or a gastrointestinal issue. They have some kind of pain, and they think it’s something infectious,” Dr. V told me, in the exasperated voice of someone who is frustrated with their job but isn’t quite ready to throw in the towel (she has plenty of patience: on top of this job, she’s also a physician at a youth shelter for survivors of domestic abuse.)

“It’s incredibly challenging to convince patients that they don’t need an antibiotic for their condition. I’ve had altercations with patients when I won’t prescribe them what they want. They get very rude and demanding. I’ve seen other doctors here give infinite prescriptions for Ceftriaxone”—a very strong, broad-spectrum injected antibiotic used to treat meningitis, urinary tract infections, and other bacterial conditions. “For colds, cough, mucus, it’s always Ceftriaxone.”

National Institute of Public Health (INSP) researcher Dr. Sandra Díaz-Portillo says that Ceftriaxone “is prescribed like chewing gum in hospitals.” According to research from her colleague Dr. Anahí Cristina Dreser Mansilla, Ceftriaxone has been given to approximately 12 percent of consultorio patients who are seeking help for a sore throat.

During the 1980s and 1990s, between 60 to 80 percent of patients with respiratory and diarrheal infections were prescribed antibiotics, when the healthy prescribing rates should be around 10 to 15 percent. A 2008 study found that around 43 percent of children who primarily went to consultorios were prescribed as many as three medications, with at least one being an antibiotic.

The overprescribing of antibiotics was supposed to change after 2009 when H1N1—commonly known as swine flu—broke out in Mexico, prompting the government to crack down on over-the-counter sales of antibiotics in 2010. But the state didn’t bother with campaigns on teaching citizens healthy and practical use of antibiotics, so it remained easy for pharmacy company owners to figure out a way to skirt the regulation. They did so by opening up more consultorios: According to Dreser Mansilla, the law resulted in the number of consultorios to triple.

Nor did the state do anything to ensure quality-control at these clinics. In some consultorio chains, doctors earn a commission for prescription sales; Dr. Simi does not, but its physicians only take home the $30 pesos per patient they charge. Dr. V says her monthly take home varies widely, making it difficult for her to move out of her parents’ house and into her own place.

“They ask us to provide friendly, quality service, which is great, but then why are we forced to charge such a miserable amount for our consultations?” says Dr. V. A lot of what she’s asked to do by Farmacias Similares goes against what she was taught in medical school. “They demand that you work fast and efficiently, and it’s totally illogical, because it’s impossible to give your patient a sufficient amount of attention if you’re pressured to go so fast.”

In addition to Dr. V’s complaints are many other problems with working conditions in consultorios: An INSP study found that in some cases, major-franchise consultorios like Dr. Simi are missing clinic essentials such as a chairs, sinks, and light. Regulators are aware of these issues, and in their most recent report found that 25 percent of consultorios failed to their meet health and safety guidelines. They only suspended 347, or 4 percent, for noncompliance.

Mexico’s incoming president, Andrés Manuel López Obrador has proposed health care for all citizens. But it’s difficult to tell if his administration will do anything to reinforce or increase health and safety standards in consultorios. However, Argentina could possibly serve as a model for what could happen to consultorios with López Obrador in power. In 2004, Dr. Simi opened started opening consultorios in Argentina as a part of his plan to expand throughout Latin America. They thrived during time periods of high unemployment rates and low GDP growth, but when the economy came to during the mid-2000s, people found no need for Dr. Simi, and he shut down all of his consultorios.

In Mexico, citizens have long lived in a state of economic precariousness. Latest figures show that the average Mexican worker makes $357.4 pesos a day, or around $19 USD. López Obrador wants to double pensions for the elderly, slash the salaries of senior government officials, and provide substantial financial assistance for the disabled and students. If he follows through on his plans, then a new era of economic prosperity could mean a disruption to the dependency on cheap, private health-care services.

The United States is seeing an emergence of consultorio-like health-care operations. In 2006, Walmart launched a $4 generic program for a 30-day supplies of commonly prescribed medications. It’s an initiative that has benefited some Medicare subscribers; a 2018 Yale School of Medicine study found that approximately 20 percent of beneficiary cases’ out-of-pocket costs were lower with the Walmart program.

CVS, Walgreens, and Target are also competing with the public sector by rapidly opening up health stations staffed with a nurse practitioner or physician assistant. According to health-care consulting firm Merchant Medicine, the number of retail clinics has jumped from 258 in 2007 to 1,866 in 2015, with an estimated 2,800 open today. The retail clinic boom has been enormously profitable, and sales have increased 20.3 percent every year since 2010. But although consult rates are cheaper than out-of-pocket rates at standard clinics or hospitals, they’re not inexpensive: Walgreen clinic consultations go for $149 and CVS MinuteClinics visits can range from $99 to $149.

“Even for insured U.S. residents, many of them would still choose to go to Mexico for health services because of the lower cost there,” says Dr. Dejun Su, director of the Center for Reducing Health Disparities at the University of Nebraska Medical Center. Dr. Su’s survey of South Texas residents found that 49.3 percent had purchased their medications in Mexico. Dissatisfaction with US health-care systems and lack of health insurance are strong factors that push people to seek health-care services in Mexico, with 47 percent of the study respondents reportedly having no health insurance, and about 22 percent making less than $10,000 a year. The researchers also found that people who considered themselves to be in poor health were more likely to go to a Mexican clinic.

“If you think about the high concentration of poverty in border areas, many people can simply not afford medications on the US side of the border, that’s the reality,” says Dr. Su. “So, this medical tourism in Mexico is a very crucial source of supply for border residents, who simply cannot afford US prices, regardless of their health status.”

Dr. Su suggests that US and Mexico health officials should work together to create a binational approach to health care, one that would include measures to support underserved border residents in the United States. Until then, Mexican consultorios will remain a lifeline for both US and Mexican citizens alike who can’t afford anything else.

In Mexico, the thousands of consultorios have won people over with their fairground-level enthusiasm for medications. “Medicine is very expensive. We would die without the consultorios,” says Avila Hernandez. With a flattop of gray hair, the former windshield maker is confident his health-care needs are fully met here. And when the doctor appears around the corner, he rushes up to shake his hand.

“As Dr. Simi says, ‘Help those who have the least,’” he says. “And I think that’s true, because the analyses are not expensive and the consultations are cheap.”

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I don’t get on here as much as I’d like. Reading these when I’m older will help me know the changes I went through as I grew up, but I’d need to write fairly frequently to plot how I reacted to certain events and to also reminisce on certain events that I’d like to remember. My girlfriend, Andrea Jimenez, broke up with me in the Fall semester of 2016 and waited outside our Microbiology class (Dr. Turner) till I was done with the final to break the news to me. Idk if I already wrote about this. It’s the Spring semester of 2017 and I’m taking Parasitology with a timid Dr. Fabio, Immunology with the infamous Dr. Buck (okay), Medical Terminology with Dr. Wainwright, and Biochemistry with Dr. Narendra. Narendra loves to explain everything. He’s a great resource and is comparable to Khan Academy when it comes to teaching. He also reminds me of Ravi Zacharias. There’s so much to write about so I think I’ll only hit the highlights given that I have to cram for my second Parasitology exam on friday, and it’s Wednesday night. It’s at 8:00am, in fact, I have an 8:00am every week day. I did it for the challenge, though I didn’t have much of a choice. Reregistering forced me to take four days at 8am but I could’ve taken one day without it, but I decided to do it anyway. My brother Raymond has invited his boyfriend Bryan Spurlock (Sperlock?) over for the second or third time and I will definitely mention it to Eric Bean during our discipleship meeting on Friday 11am-noon, which is right before my Engage Training meeting from noon-1pm. I focus on apologetics bc its tight but given the time constraint (Fall prior two hours, half in and half out) of 30min in and 30min out I cover the fundamentals of evangelism. I’m currently covering a couple of the Gospel elements while I’m focusing on Greg Koukl’s Columbo Tactics (those three questions). I had a long talk with Ian Youngworth who was a pretty sharp atheist that lasted from 2:30-ish pm to sunset a few weeks ago. Next week is Beach Reach with the BSM (Baptist Student Ministries). Bucks first test kicked me in the balls, and the second where I finally studied still slapped me pretty hard. Now I’m motivated and it feels pretty good. I decided I don’t want to become a Medical Doctor after I learned more about that lifestyle, and I’d think a reasonable loving parent would also desire their child to avoid becoming a Medical Doctor. I’m planning on switching my Concentration to Clinical Lab Science while still under the Major Biomedical Sciences. I thought about being a PA (physicians assistant) for a week or two, but thought that being a lab scientist can have a better impact on society. Talking with Dr Sparks the program coordinator for CLS made it sound really appealing, and thinking about it and doing more soul searching and talking personally with Dr Turner and talking with Alfonso Cohuo (Alfie) I believe has helped me set my sights in what I want to do. Now I like learning a lot more, and I’m more motivated to study because I want this knowledge. I don’t want to recycle information. I’d rather help add to human knowledge bc I think that’ll leave more significant impact rather than trying to manually solve people’s individual cases (referencing what a MD does). I can become the second person to have a doctorate in CLS, discover something or change or do something that’ll have a cascade across hospitals and doctors and ultimately to patients. I think I won’t have to stand for hours at a time which will hurt my shoulder bad. I’m considering reaching out to Andrea. Jeno Bautista, Marla’s cousin, is pretty tight. He’s older than me by a few years. We both knew Manwell, a guy who did CLS but dropped that bc he finally was accepted into Med school. Max is in his first year of Veterans Memorial high school and after two periods of getting not so good grades, he’s finally done two consecutive periods of not being grounded and I’m proud of him. Mama’s in Del Mar and I’m proud of her too. I hope she can handle it though. Papi stays in the house pretty much all the time and I’m working on my perception of him bc I still get angry. I overheard Papi telling Mama and I think I heard him say that Angelo is getting tired of Bridget, who the latter recently got a tattoo. I got into cigarettes a little bc my tolerance is low and the head rush is powerful but short, adn makes me feel a  little sick. I started lab research with Khrisna Romero and I became friends with Raed who’s Muslim. I became a regular at the Science room at the CASA tutoring center, where another regular named Rocky (who I thought was Jewish but revealed himself to be Christian and used to do missions in foreign countries) who’s in his early thirties warned me about becoming a Medical Doctor. THeres a few other people in there two that are pretty cool., Vishal is aight. That’s pretty much my life right now, oh besides getting fat lol. I lost 30 pounds approx last summer when I was a vegan for four months going into the fall smester

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good day! congratulations on reaching 100 followers ;) a id for that id like to request a premium matchup!

so yeah to start i am a bisexual female and i use she/her pronouns. I am January capricorn with aries rising and moon in libra! Im going to spin around my personality so pls be patient with me im a very confusing person mavsaklpqhsA :))

im responsible, approachable, sympathetic, and self-driven but stubborn, selfish, and indecisive. Im unconsciously a perfectionist (does this makes sense pls i hope it does good Lord) and very sarcastic. I rarely get jealous and intimidated but when people excel i n things i do the best and i have confidence in, i become a whole wreck. A natural leader people say but ib my eyes im just a big perfectionist whi likes to dictate how they want things to go rather than trusting in other people's idea. Well imean i listen to their ideas but i won't stop pushing mine until i know it won't be useful in anyway. To brighten thus up TT I'll tell you i love science and literature also music ( lana del rey and mother mother darling mwah! ) . My love language is physical touch and quality time (pls i am so touch starved i hug atleast three pillows to sleep 😘😘😘😘😘)

<3 I like horror and thrillers especially the psychological ones because they get through my head unlike gore and violence which is something i can withstand.

× Hmm I dislike stubborn people like me ehe and people who tell me what to do or lile rush me into things, iget stressed and i do things my own pace so yeah it troubles me. And people who are unreasonable and irrational i get so pissed off you see my brother's the embodiment of my worst enemy and he just never fails to anger me woohoo

° food is a must! That's why ill tell you~ about my favourite food. its pretty simple just sweet food like chocolate (especially Mars and milky-way hands down the best 🛐) and lollipops ( go to candy!). I am fond of cheese but i never really liked milk :(( its weird for me 😸

Im tall for my age (5'6 and 13) and i have het black hair with dark brown eyes modified by long lashes (yes its literally the only thing i am proud of). Im tan and slightly cruvy body (i workout cause well i eat a bunch) I like brown, blue and red on me but i blakC and yellow suit me and it hurts alot than you can imagine.

Ok thats it i talk too much for my wellbeing thank you so much for your time bbye luv!

omg you’re thirteen?? wow.. i’m not going to judge since i was your age when i first started getting into this stuff but i will say just make sure you’re careful out there!! i’ll quit mothering lol (although this does make me feel a bit old)

anywayyyy, a few things about your ask i wanted to mention: a) bisexual female check! b) i’m a libra moon as well! c) don’t worry, you make do make sense lol e) i love mother mother too & i listen to lana f) brothers are just meant to be annoying, aren’t they? g) chocolate is so good h) i agree with you, cheese is one thing but milk is a whole other business i don’t want to get involved with lol

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I Match You With: Toby!

Similar Likes: Mother Mother (his favorite band), science, literature (he likes newer stuff, not old classics though), chocolate (Mars & Milky Ways are some of his favorites along with Twix),

Similar Dislikes: Toby doesn't care too much for stubborn people if he doesn't know them very well. If he does know you and that's your usual personality, then he's cool with it

Why You'd Make A Good Match: You and Toby are similar in terms of likes (a lot of the stuff you mentioned are things that I actually envisioned him as having before this), and your personality goes well with his. He likes to be a follower and you like to be the leader. He'd be happy to follow you to the end of the earth if you wanted him too. You also have the same love languages, so that would work out great!

Potential Relationship Clashes: The perfectionism will be something you need to ease up on in order to date Toby. Toby's personality is pretty chaotic so things may not always go according to plan, and then of course his Tourette's will definitely get in the way of things. He doesn't mind you being a perfectionist about some things, but other things that have to do with him will be things you'll need to be understanding of.

What He Loves The Most About You: Your personalities compliment each other, and he genuinely feels like you are his other half. You're the yin and the yang, but you balance each other so out so well. He is also a touch starved person who longs for the attention of his partner, so you having the same feelings as him really helps him feel more secure in this relationship.

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