#feeling like a paleontologist over here...

[kittykittyhunter]

[Circa October 2014] dried leaves crack under our steps. we cross fields, leaving rubber footprints in squelching earth. summer has reached autumnal glory and you are surrounded by a scorching haze auburn, ochre – gold. you become a story told beneath firedust. the skies spill emeralds. knitted scarves and woollen hats. i drink hot chocolate, rejoicing that beside you i have never been cold.

#poetry #so this one is from eons ago! #but it has some cutesy imagery and still holds up #i'm having to dig through my friends' tags to recover some of my lost art #feeling like a paleontologist over here... #2014

[transsexual-homunculus]

Jurassic Park analysis post 1/??

was watching jurassic park the other day and was just really struck by how much this shot communicates, like.

okay, we have hammond in all pristine white, fancy clothes. opposite him, divided by the worktable that he funds, are sattler and grant, in practical work clothes covered in dust from the literal work on the ground that they were doing. and he is about to use his class position to coerce them into doing what he wants them to do.

his posture is upright and straight and places him in a somewhat superior position to them.

and the light coming in through the window directly onto hammond, illuminating him, giving him a look as if he's descended from on high (and in a way, he has dropped from the heavens to the ground, just. in a helicopter). and knowing from the film just how much spielberg saw himself in this magician who presents illusions for the entertainment of the masses, it is fascinating to me how reminiscent that window light is of a film projector, casting the image of the kindly old wizard hammond is projecting himself as. and so hammond is shown as above them — in space, in class relation, and in his method of arrival. and throughout the film we see hammond associated with this sort of deific imagery, both in how is is positioned compared to those around him, and how he describes himself.

Here, immediately after the brachiosaur reveal (which is a purposeful move to hook them on the park) he engages with the awe the paleontologists feel and positions himself as someone who has performed a miracle and about to cause a revelation. and here too, he puts himself into the superior position. and the first thing he does after this is take them to see a film about the "miracle" of cloning.

he projects himself as a benevolent master to all the little creatures. though we know from how he talks about these creatures that he doesn't care about them at all beyond what revenue they can get for him. they aren't even animals, they're products. living biological attractions.

backlit by another projector, he discusses the science and tech behind the park in terms of light, once more evoking the idea of revelation

in the scene where he argues with nedry, he purposely walks around to this ramp and puts himself into a superior position over nedry in order to talk down to him.

and during his flea circus conversation with ellie, he directly invokes deific language about himself. he is the creator, and this was all a mistake, and he can start it all over, bring a flood and just move on with the next iteration.

#jurassic park

[darkimpala1897]

Things Eddie has said to Wayne because he has no filter.

Eddie answering the phone it was one of Wayne's friend not knowing he had one.

Eddie: "Oh, hello sorry the dinosaurs are busy right now.

Wayne walking into the room looking at his nephew.

Wayne: "What are you doing?"

Eddie turning towards Wayne with a smile.

Eddie: "Oh wait one of the dinosaurs is here. It's for you Wayne."

Eddie hands over the phone laughing under his breath.

Wayne: "Very cute, very funny."

Wayne takes the phone shaking his head.

Eddie: "It's pretty funny, did you get it it's cause your old."

Wayne covering the mouth piece nodded.

Wayne: "Oh I got it just fine."

Eddie trying to start a conversation at the dinner table.

Eddie: "I walked into Chrissy's room once and I tripped on a bra."

Wayne putting his head down knowing what was coming, Steve had no idea.

Eddie: "It was a booby trap."

Steve trying not to laugh because that was horrible even for Eddie.

Eddie following after his uncle who was trying to escape him.

Eddie: "What is a bunch of kittens called?"

Wayne afraid of what's gonna come out of his nephews mouth still answers

Wayne: "You mean a litter?"

Eddie: "What's a litter?"

Wayne shaking his head wondering where Eddie's brain disappeared to.

Wayne: "A bunch of kittens Edward."

Wayne just trying to enjoy some peace and quiet. Eddie coming out of nowhere.

Eddie: "What did the triangle do to the circle?"

Wayne looking towards his nephew, he grumbles something under his breath.

Wayne: "Oh god here we go again."

Eddie laying on the living room floor staring at the ceiling well Wayne made breakfast.

Eddie: "I stayed up all night wondering where the sun went."

Wayne looks over the counter at his nephew wondering where he was going with this.

Eddie: "Then it dawned on me."

Wayne shaking his head, he feels like he's living with his sister all over again.

Eddie walking through the door Steve right behind him.

Eddie: "I forgot to throw a boomerang once."

Steve looking towards him confused.

Eddie: "But it came back to me."

Wayne could be heard groaning from wherever he was.

Eddie couldn't sleep so he goes and bugs his uncle.

Eddie: "What did the mermaid wear to her math class?"

Wayne who was trying to sleep looks towards Eddie.

Wayne: "I don't know what?"

Eddie: "An algae bra."

Wayne groans grabbing his pillow tempted to smother his nephew.

Eddie on a field trip, Wayne unfortunately had to chaperone.

Eddie looking a dinosaur, he points it out to Wayne.

Eddie: "Look, this one looks like a chicken."

Wayne looking at he nods agreeing.

Wayne: "Well fun fact of the day, paleontologists believed that birds came from dinosaurs."

Eddie looks towards his uncle.

Eddie: "Well look at you being Mr. Professor."

On that same field trip.

Eddie looking at the planets.

Eddie: "Hey Wayne, name all the planets?"

Wayne thinking about it for a second.

Wayne: "My very educated mother just served us nice pizzas."

Eddie blinking at him confused.

Eddie: "Are you having a stroke?"

Eddie laying upside down on the couch watching TV.

Eddie: "A backwards poet writes in verse."

Wayne wondering what he's on about now.

Wayne: "Do you even get what that means?"

Eddie shaking his head.

Eddie: "No of course not Wayne."

Eddie standing with Wayne as the upside down potals activate.

Eddie: "People are making apocalypse jokes like there's no tomorrow."

Wayne looking at his nephew with the seriously look.

Eddie: "Too soon uh?"

Eddie putting a ridiculous hat on Wayne.

Wayne glaring at him.

Wayne: "Eddie seriously?"

Eddie nods smiling.

Eddie: "It's my birthday, so it's my amazing rules and I say you have to wear the sombrero."

On that field trip I was mentioning early.

Eddie staring at a dinosaur skull.

Eddie: "That's a thick skull."

Wayne looking at it.

Wayne: "Kinda looks like Gareth."

Eddie looking towards his uncle.

Eddie: "I'm totally telling him you said that."

Wayne shaking his head.

Wayne: "Please don't. But like come on you have to agree, just catch it in the right light and boom it's Gareth."

Eddie sitting on the kitchen counter watching as his uncle packed up the Christmas decorations.

Eddie: "It's not like the guy didn't know how to juggle."

Wayne putting down the Christmas lights, wondering to himself if he could string Eddie up.

Eddie: "He just didn't have the balls to do it."

You're welcome for the qoutes we should have had between Wayne and his idiot nephew.

#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things season 4 #steddie #steve stranger things #steve harrington #stranger things au #incorrect quotes #alternate universe #post canon #pre canon #wayne munson #uncle wayne

[kiefbowl]

I live in Seattle and wanna move back to Chicago one day. Your blog is cool, mine ain't and that's why I'm anon. Serious question here: my family is pressuring me to have kids (I'm a lady) and I don't want to do that. I'm 31 and hetero-married. I wonder about if it'd even matter if I regretted my decision to not have kids. Is this potential regret going to shatter me emotionally? I don't think so. Has anyone ever pressured you to have children? I wonder if I'd be ready to have kids if I was not expected to. Does that make sense? Anyway love your blog because you're real and super relatable.

Yeah, I feel a little pressure. I think when compared to other women, it's really not so bad. I think my mom feels like she can't talk to me at all about children (which isn't true...she's just unwilling to have the conversation on my terms), so she has made some off handed comments to people who aren't me within my earshot, things like "well I'll never have a grandchild at this rate" and other nonsense. The thing is I actually haven't decided yet, and I am leaning towards yes as long as certain things happen in the next couple years financially. I also feel the "biological clock" as it where in the fact that it would be nice to have a baby by a certain age if I'm going to have any, and that age gets closer. However, I'm not overly concerned about that either. It weighs on me but ultimately I want to make this choice intelligently, because I'm not interested in bringing a child into the world without it being the best situation possible for that child, so if I haven't reach certain goals by 35, I'm not going to say fuck it let's get pregnant just so I'm having a baby by 35.

I'm quite satisfied with what my life is and could become without kids, so I don't think I'll regret it if it never happens. I think I could feel sad though, only because if it doesn't happen, it feels like a choice I didn't get to make freely, and I can see myself lamenting never meeting the child I could have love. That being said, my life won't be over! I'll have freedom, youth, money. I'll lament it in the same way I didn't try to become a paleontologist or travel vlogger now knowing with hindsight I could have with the right guidance and knowledge. You can't be everything, and if I don't become a mom, I'll be the other things I'll be.

All that's to say, if you don't feel like me right now, you're probably right that you won't regret it. And if you start feeling like me in a couple years, that's fine because you still have time. And if you do end up feeling shattered with regret...you know, you just can't avoid grief and pain, so why try to hedge your bets on this one when it involves brining another person in the world? Maybe you will feel sad later, but I think you'll have the wherewithal to shoulder it, because you've probably already lived through many sad things and disappointments and jealousy and anger, why would this be something so uniquely different?

In the end, you can't live your life for others. You have to make your life your own, and every choice you make will have detractors. Ultimately, you have to say "well fuck off lol" even if it's your own family.

Good luck sis!

[smittenroses]

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— Fossils

Fandom — Identity V Pairing — Professor | Luchino Diruse/Paleontologist reader Summary — The Professor joins the Paleontologist on one of many trips to the Lakeside Request — Hello there (>▽<)ﾉ Wanted to request since the ask box is open! Can I request Luchino (It could be Evil Reptilian or Professor since i'm not sure which one to pick--) with survivor reader who's a Paleontologist? Like they mostly study on dinosaur fossils and such, I feel like they'd give Luchino a mini fossil of a dinosaur that's close related to one of Luchino's favorite reptile, I hope this is ok! (*꒪ヮ꒪*) Content Warnings — none Word Count — 531 words Author's note — I want to bite his ear

“It seems our little dinosaur hunter is down in a hole again.”

Glancing up at the shadow that was cast over your form in the hole you had made, the Professor’s brown eyes twinkled in amusement, his white sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he leaned over the hole, seeming to admire the work that you had put in to dig up what may have been a car’s worth of soil in the middle of lakeside, your gear covered in dirt and mud and other matter as you sat, crouched over a mound of hard dirt.

“There’s not really much else to do, Diruse.” Your fingers worked at the patch of dirt, tools coming to and forth from your hands as you worked the dirt pile piece by piece, your heart fluttering as you thought about what this could be; could it be a new discovery, a new creature that hadn’t been discovered by anyone else and would be your greatest achievement? You could picture it now, your name up in lights in the museums, in science magazines, maybe you’d finally get your own book deal.

You’d finally get the funding you deserved.

“There’s plenty to do here, dinosaur hunter.” Sliding down the side of the hole, dirt was kicked up from his landing as it blew into your eyes, sitting straight up as you coughed and spluttered, wiping the dirt from your face with your arm as you heard the professor close the gap, Luchino’s feet stopping shy from your excavation site. “So, what is this?”

“Currently it’s a pile of dirt,” you managed between coughs, “nothing more than that yet.”

“Interesting.” You heard the scrape of his nails against dirt as he picked up one of your tools, watching as he played with the sharp end of your scraper once the dirt had finally settled, his oddly patched skin seeming to catch the light with each muscle twitch, each movement he made. He certainly was a weird man, but a man who took in the same interest as you picked up your tools, brushing, chipping, and scraping away at the mound.

You knew that you would have to fill back in the dirt before the next match could start, after all, your site served as a safety hazard, but yet as your tools met something hard and not nearly as breakable as dirt, your eyes lit up as you quickened your pace, the hard callused fossil coming up to the surface, the indents of a life form easily visible from your view.

“A common lizard.” And there went your excitement. Glancing up at the professor as he removed the fossil from the ground, twisting his fingers in the dirt to free it, you watched as he examined it, the spines, the grooves, the indents before he looked back at you, standing to his full height before beginning to climb out. “I’m keeping this.”

Wait, what? “W-wait, that’s my find!” scrambling to your feet to chase after him.

You failed to notice the limbed serpent that had been watching you from its perch, slithering into your hole once you were gone; oh well, she could wait another day.

#Identity v #idv #identity v x reader #idv x reader #identity v luchino #idv luchino #idv luchino x reader #identity v luchino x reader #luchino diruse #luchino diruse x reader #idv professor #idv professor x reader #x reader #⁅ » Writings⁆

[thebest-medicine]

Day 7: Flustered

Tickletober 2023 - RELIC - Smash & Grab - lee!Simon

[see my other tickletober 2023 fics]

[read on AO3]

A/N: I am going to inflict my recently read cute sweet weird little dinosaur shapeshifting punk x paleontologist romance novels upon you. (Youuuuu should read Smash & Grab by Maz Maddox. It’s narrated excellently by Kirt Graves and reads like a fanfiction in a novel. Also there’s some dinosaur animorphers lmao. The book is 1st person POV that switches between the main characters so I decided to try my hand at it.) Me over here changing up how one of the scenes played out - adding some tickles, classic. Enjoy.

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SIMON

What the hell? Within a few days my world had shifted and flipped upside down, and now, if the being-on-the-run damsel-in-distress role wasn’t enough, my forced traveling companion slash savior slash crush had just climbed into bed with me. Arms wrapped around my middle and I jumped, hissing out, “Dalton.”

“I’m cold, won’t you cuddle with me?” Dalton mused, pulling his body closer to mine under the covers. Damn this one bed safehouse.

“No- what? I- I’m going to sleep!” I argued - it sounded better in my head. “Get off!” 

“Come onnnnn.” Dalton sing-songed. His hands pulled me closer to him and wrapped around my middle. He squeezed a little where his hands rested along my sides.

I knew I was in trouble when my mind caught up a few seconds later and realized the loud, squeaking sound that suddenly lit up the room had come from me. 

“Oh… Simon.” His voice sounded honey-sweet. Why did it also sound so scary? 

Fingers curled against my left side, scribbling curiously. Shit. What the fuck was this guy doing?! I snarled - well, I tried to, but it came out a little breathless. “W-What the fuck do you think you’re doing!?”

There was a snort in reply. “What do you think I’m doing?” 

And then the hands wrapped around me from behind wiggled against the same spot again, this time on both sides. Shit. It really fucking tickled. Already. Shit. I swallowed a nervous lump in my throat along with the laughter starting to bubble up in my gut. I knew he could feel me tense and squirm with how fucking close he was lying to me. 

“D-Dalton..” I tried to wiggle forward, out of his embrace that I wasn’t entirely sure yet if I wanted out of, and nearly got to the edge of the mattress. 

“Heh. Ticklish? That’s pretty damn cute, Sugarbear.” Dalton’s smirk came through clearly in his tone. He chased after me with a few wriggles of his own and then nuzzled into my neck. Tingles shot down my spine as I gasped in a breath - I could feel the burn of a laugh trying to escape. 

“No-” It came out as a wheeze, and I couldn’t hold back the laughter any longer as Dalton kept squeezing at my damn sides. “Ahaha n-nohohoho don’t! Wait- heheh wait!” I tried to shake my head just as little bubbles of laughter started to climb their way out. 

“Don’t wait?” He teased. “Okay.” And then his hands started squeezing at my hips and I buckled forward, almost lurching off the bed.

“Nohoho- hehehee Dahahhalton! C-Cut it out!” I reached wildly toward his hands on instinct, trying to grab his wrists and pry them away. All I really managed was to hold on to them as he began tickling up and down the length of my sides. God, it- it didn’t do anything to deter him. He was… much stronger than me - which I did not have the mental energy to think about right now. In fact, I was quickly losing the mental energy to think about anything.

DALTON

Be still my beating fucking heart. This sexy, handsome, adorable, nerdy paleontologist- he was going to be the death of me. I nuzzled in against the side of his neck to get a little closer to those adorable little giggles - and to try and catch a glimpse of that smile of his. 

“You have the cutest fucking laugh.” I teased as Simon grabbed onto my wrists. I pushed my nose gently into the skin behind his ear. I kissed there too, and felt his back shiver. “Fucking adorable.”

“Dalton! C-Cut it out!” Simon cried out, joy evident on his face and in his voice. His legs started to kick, sometimes knocking against my own legs. I wrangled my leg around to secure over his thighs, keeping still enough to wiggle but not kick. 

“Cut what out? The tickling?” I wiggled my fingers up toward his lower ribs, earning a cackle. “Or the teasing?” I grinned. I placed all ten finger tips against his sides through the shirt he wore - his little sliver of protection. Then I spider-walked them in front to his stomach. 

Simon shrieked and started squirming harder. His hands gave up on grabbing mine and instead moved to try and block as much of his belly as possible. It was cute. Everything he did was cute. 

Simon’s cheeks nearly matched my hair as he giggled and squirmed. I whispered more teases and musings and compliments, and Simon’s pretty pink started turning red. 

“Hey.” I patted his shoulder as he sighed and caught his breath.  “Now I know a great way to pass the time while we’re waiting things out in this safehouse.”

Simon let out a tired little giggle at that. 

“You… Pink menace.” He accused with no venom, smiling as he closed his eyes.

“You’re pretty damn pink yourself right now.” I smirked. Simon grumbled in response before I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him in close to be my little spoon. My cute, ticklish, dorky little spoon. Simon came willingly, tuckered out from laughing so hard. 

Maybe another night, he might even seek out a little revenge? I remembered the feeling from several romantic encounters- the electricity of it, the bubbly lightness afterward. It was an interesting sensation to say the least, mammals were interesting - especially these strange hairless apes. 

I stopped thinking about it too hard and refocused on Simon’s slowing breath in front of me. I nuzzled into his neck again, feeling him tense up a bit. 

“Heh- no- no more tickling- I’m exhausted.” Another tired laugh. 

“Yes, yes, but we can cuddle?” I asked, wondering genuinely, but also enjoying teasing him a little.

Simon let out a quiet little sound of distress. He sounded a bit tormented when he said, “Yeah, well, I guess we- we already are so..”

I hummed and answered, “Goodnight, Sugarbear,” as I felt him slowly relax into my arms. Butterflies danced in my stomach as though I had just been the one to be made kicking and giggling.

#tickletober 2023 #tickletober23 #me knowing theres literally like 5 things in the tag for this fandom and also only 1 fic on ao3 #and ive told people im reading this and introduced them to it so now im filling out the tags here so no one in particular finds this #*dont be suspcious dont be suspicious* walks super normally down the street #ticklish!simon #simon x dalton #relic #relic series #relic maz maddox #smash and grab #simon #dalton #love me some cute ass mm romance novels #also theres dino animorphs lol #mine #i doubt any of you will have read this but i compel you to. read this and then read / listen to it. heheheheehehee #tickling #tickle fic #fluff #only one bed trope #and its tiny! oh no

[maplemoth-writes]

going to start posting shit my marine biology teacher says bc shes probably one of the most interesting people ive ever met. i dont even know how to describe it. here are some actual things about her and that ive heard her say:

-her accent is very noticeable, but equally as hard to place. at first, i thought it was bc i had just never heard or clocked it, but it did feel familiar. i just couldn’t figure out where it was from. when someone finally asked her where her accent was from, she told us “i don’t know, i just pick things up from places ive visited and lived.” which is a very long list, and you can hear the influence that every place on it has on her speech.

-“over spring break, im going to climb mount kilamanjaro!”

-the first or second week of school, she told the class that “if you need to reach me this weekend, i wont be able to answer any emails. it’s not that i don’t want to, but ill be deep beneath the earth exploring cave systems so i wont have service.”

—bonus: she shared photos of a strange Bug of some sort, greater than the size of a hand, that she had to crawl around in a very tight cave system when it wouldnt move. she also got covered in ants on this same trip, saying that “only her fingernails were visible”

-“i’ll be out of class next week, i’m going to be in a remote cabin. im planning on getting snowed in and ill be completely cut off from the world”

-“im so close to the treasure i can feel it i bet on a book at an auction and i can smell the answer, i know it has a secret that will help me get closer”

-“i used to have a t-rex jawbone but i had to leave it behind, i couldnt transport it”

-“i want to visit my friend who lives in alaska, but its so remote that i have to take a helicopter and its such a hassle not having any access to the rest or the world”

-“later on in the year, i may have to zoom to teach you all since i applied to be a part of a landmark research voyage and i am one of the final selections.”

-“i watched someone get stung by a stonefish. thankfully he survived but it was nasty stuff”

-“i was stung by several fireworms during a study. it was 2am and there was no one around, so i had to figure out a way to treat myself. for 3 years after, the hospital called ME for fireworm stings”

-she mentioned having more than 1 car, and when a student asked how she could afford multiple cars she told us “im a treasure hunter!” and DID NOT ELABORATE FURTHER!!!!!!!!!

-shes a big one piece fan because shes a treasure hunter, which is crazy because she is also the sort of woman who seems like she has not even a drop of free time she is so busy Doing Cool Shit

-“if you saw my closet, you would think i was a paleontologist”

-she is part of the explorers club, which i didn’t know was a Real Thing. like you see something like that in media and its like “oh thats an antiquity and used to emphasize the eccentricity” but no they have meetings and everything.

-“hong kong’s customs/mail system HATES me. i was the reason for a new law or two haha” its necessary to note that i dont remember this exactly, but i do remember her telling us that there is a government office in asia that has a bias specifically against her. its also necessary to note that she once again, did not elaborate.

-“and NO ONE else wanted to go into the steel cage being circled by a great white!”

-“i had to stop visiting a dolphin i was helping study because it got so excited to see me it caused problems. it kept throwing itself against the glass when it saw me because it was copying all the kids who would tap on the glass i think? it was so sad”

more to come. im obsessed with this woman ngl.

#marine biology #fishposting #my posts #im like crazy locked in whenever i enter her room #i wish i had started writing stuff she says earlier bc she is #like a case study in what you can do if you take very bull by the horns #she just interacts with the world with only healthy fear #sillyposting

[demi-shoggoth]

2022 Reading Log pt. 21

101. The Rise and Reign of the Mammals by Steve Brusatte. This book covers mammalian evolution throughout synapsid history, starting in the Carboniferous and ending in the present day. There’s a lot of good information in here, both about the species themselves and the history of their discovery and discoverers. But I found the authorial voice consistently off-putting. Brusatte writes about evolution alternately like a war or a poker game, and there are constant references to dominating, beating or tricking other lineages, particularly dinosaurs. After crowing about how mammals survived and thrived in the Mesozoic by exploiting small body sizes and niches like eating seeds and insects, he dismisses all of bird evolution (which in the Cenozoic did the same thing) in a paragraph, and never talks about Cenozoic animals other than mammals at all. What’s weird is I don’t remember his previous book, The Rise and Fall of Dinosaurs, being so mercilessly jingoistic about its focus clade. Maybe the publisher told him to write more enthusiastically about a “less exciting” group; maybe it’s the zeal of the newly converted (Brusatte was primarily a dinosaur paleontologist until relatively recently); maybe the first book was this annoyingly written and I have forgotten.

102. The Accidental Ecosystem by Peter S. Alagona. This book is a short overview about how wild animals have moved into American cities, why American cities developed into places where animals can thrive, how humans are reacting to these and how we should in the future. The tone is generally optimistic but realistic—that cities can serve as oases of biodiversity during climate change and extinction events, but a world with only rats, crows and sparrows would be a depauperate one. Most of the book is organized around an incident of some charismatic megafauna making the news (like Pedals the bipedal bear of New Jersey, or a nesting pair of bald eagles blithely feeding their chicks fresh kitten), and then talking about that species in greater context. I’ve read several other books recently about human/animal interactions, and this one did the best job at being inclusive, talking about how parks can and have been used as agents of gentrification, the impact of economic decisions on the fate of cities and animals alike, and existing biases within ecology and evolutionary studies. Highly recommended.

103. Travels to the Otherworld and other Fantastic Realms, edited by Claude and Corinne Lecouteux, translated by Jon E. Graham. This is a collection of medieval European fantastic literature, although not all of it is necessarily fantasy in the modern sense. Some are religious visions, others historical fantasies, others excerpts from novels and folk tales. All of them are wild. Both as a look into the medieval mindset and for their various bizarre creatures and occurrences. Some highlights include multiple versions of the adventures of Alexander the Great, the Vision of Tundale, a German journey through Hell that’s much gnarlier than anything in Dante, and the adventures of Marcolf, the Sherlock Holmes to King Solomon’s Watson (!). Also highly recommended; this might be the most fun I’ve had with a book this year.

104. Empire of the Scalpel: The History of Surgery by Ira Rutkow. Just what it says on the cover. The book starts with trepanations of cavemen and progresses to the modern era. Rutkow follows the Great Man school of history, and many of the chapters are biographical sketches of a surgeon who was important in developing the field. It feels somewhat incomplete—not only are non-surgical advances in medicine basically ignored, the development of the modern American insurance state is glossed over, even as the book discusses how hospitals became prestigious institutions and surgeons very wealthy. The book also uses weird kennings, as if it were written by an Icelandic skald—surgeons are “scalpel wielders” or “students of the knife”, etc, as often as they’re just surgeons. I definitely learned stuff from this book (like the quack “orifical surgery”, which posed that all diseases could be cured by cutting out irregular shapes from the mouth, nose, anus and genital openings!), but found the book rather less than the sum of its parts.

105. Monster Anthropology, edited by Yasmine Musharbash and GH Presterudstuen. This is a collection of academic essays about monsters as cultural signifiers and participants. After a very good introduction (the Works Cited of which will keep me busy a long while), the bulk of the book looks at particular cultures and particular monsters. The book was published in Australia, and several of the essays are on the same group of Indigenous Australians, the Warlpiri, and their monsters (most of which have not penetrated Western consciousness, but the pankarlangu is starting to make some inroads). One minor note I found interesting—there’s an actual folkloric monster that fits the D&D concept of a rakshasa! The tepun of the Eastern Penan people in Borneo is a shapeshifting hedonist that has aspects of humans and tigers.

106. Scent: A Natural History of Fragrance by Elise Vernon Pearlstine. Gave up on 50 pages in. The book purports to be a natural history—what molecules are made by what plants, why, and how those plants live. The actual contents contain some of that, but much more cultural histories. I’ve read and enjoyed several books about the cultural history of plants recently, so I’m not inherently opposed to the concept. But the book is incredibly poorly organized. The narrative skips back and forth through time and space and species, words are used and then defined several pages later as if it’s the first time we’re seeing them, concepts will be repeated multiple times to the point of redundancy, and the preface and introduction contain the exact same sentences, twice! The fact that this book was published in this state is frankly embarrassing.

#reading log #bad books #botany #cultural history #paleontology #stem mammals #prehistoric mammals #anthropology #monster books #surgery #medical history #european folklore #medieval folklore #ecology #urban ecology

[chaostheoryy]

Good Boy [Alan Grant X M!Reader]

Summary: After weeks of stolen glances and lingering touches, you finally get the chance to find out what it’s like to truly take Alan Grant’s breath away.

Word Count: 1.3K

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Sexual content (including: male-receiving oral sex, dirty talk, fantasies)

A/N: Shoutout to the anon who sent in this request! Hope this is what you were looking for. (Also, no beta. Still should not be a surprise nor should it be something I’m proud of.)

Honestly, you never saw this coming. All the stolen glances and brushing hands never prepared you for it. Hell even when you were out right flirting with him and saw that amused, crooked smile grace his lips, you never actually believed anything would come of it.

And yet, here you are. On your knees between Alan Grant’s open legs. 

It’s surreal. Even when you feel his fingers card through your hair and urge you closer, you can’t help but feel like you’re caught in a daydream. 

Maybe it is a dream. Maybe you’d spent a little too much time out in the sun burying your nose in the dirt to unearth fragments of long lost animals. It wouldn’t be the first time a paleontologist in Snakewater, Montana suffered from hallucinations. Then again, you’re pretty sure none of the other team members were inflicted with wet dreams about Dr. Grant.

“You know you don’t have to do this,” Alan says, pulling you from the river of your thoughts. “If you’re not comfortable with it, I’m not gonna—“

You place your hands on his thighs in the hopes of reassuring him with gentle touch. “No, that’s not what’s happening, I promise you.”

“Are you sure? You seem…withdrawn.”

“Just got lost in thought, that’s all.”

“About what?”

A huff of laughter escapes your throat. Of course he wants to know every thought that goes through your head. 

“About you.” 

There’s a new warmth in your cheeks—one fueled by embarrassment rather than pure lust. Why you’re embarrassed, you’re not entirely sure. Could be the age gap. Could be the fact that you’re about to give the world renowned “Dinosaur Man” a blowjob in his tent. Either way, you’re blushing and there’s not much you can do about it.

Like a dog whose curiosity has just been piqued, Alan’s head tilts ever so slightly. His expression doesn’t change much but you can tell he’s dying to hear you share your fantasies.

“What about me?”

“I was thinking about how bad I want you. And about how crazy it is that I’m here right now.” You feel your heart twitch with excitement in your chest. “‘Cause I’ve been wanting nothing more than to get on my knees for you.”

“Well, here you are. What’s next?”

“Whatever you let me do.”

“Really? There’s nothing in particular you want?” 

He shifts in place a little, hips angling forward to draw your attention to the obvious tent in his khakis. Your mouth is almost watering just looking at it.

“There is.”

“Tell me.”

“I want to taste you,” you murmur quietly, “I want to drive you crazy and let you fuck my mouth ‘til you cum so I can swallow every last drop.”

“Then why don’t you ask for it?”

In all honesty, you’ve never really expected Alan Grant to be a dominant person. He’s always been incredibly awkward in social interactions, favoring the methodical clicks and clacks of brushes and picks over the sound of other people’s voices. But the way he’s looking at you with hooded eyes as he coaxes you along…It’s impossible not to feel like putty in his hands.

“Will you let me suck your cock? Please?”

He exhales contently—the sound tiptoeing the line between a sigh and a hum. The corner of his mouth curls upward slightly. 

“Good boy. Go ahead.”

Far too hungry to draw this out, you unzip his khakis and coax his cock out from beneath his briefs. You lick your lips. While the length of his dick isn’t anything remarkable, the sheer girth of it is sinful. Today may not be the day, but you swear to every deity in the history of mankind that you’re going to ride that thing until you scream.

With one hand wrapped around him at the base, you lean forward and press your lips to the tip in a reverent kiss before you lap at the sensitive flesh where the head meets shaft. As soon as your tongue makes contact, a quiet groan rumbles in Alan’s throat. Weeks upon weeks of senseless flirting and hungry glances have undoubtedly made him desperate.

Before he even has time to gather himself, you wrap your lips around his thick cock and glide down until you feel your thumb pressed against your chin. He’s hot and heavy on your tongue and, God, do you feel like a madman with how eager you are to have his dick in your mouth.

You start to bob your head. Instantly, his fingers are tightening their grip on your hair but he doesn’t buck or squirm. Patience seems to be on his side, even when you tighten your grip at the base and moan hungrily as a line of pre-cum smears against the roof of your mouth.

“That’s good,” he hums, “Just like that.”

His voice acts like a match being tossed into the gasoline puddle of your desire. Just hearing him praise you like that is enough to make you feral. 

Hollowing your cheeks, you quicken the pace and suck as if your life depends on it. You feel like a sinner. You feel like you should be ashamed for your lust. 

But you’re not. 

There’s a rush in this; a shot of adrenaline jabbed right into your heart. It almost feels like a challenge. How soon can you make him cum? What will it taste like when he does? And what delicious noise will make its way from his lips as he reaches the peak of pleasure?

Alan tugs gently on your hair, drawing a low, pathetic whimper from your own chest. The sound must tickle the right part of his brain because his dick twitches in your mouth and his hamstrings have tightened with the intention to spread his knees wider.

And spread them he does. The new positioning of his feet gives him more leverage to push his hips skyward and drive himself deep into your throat. It’s just what you’ve been wanting. 

“Oh God, yeah…Keep going. That’s it…” 

His voice is so breathy it’s almost reverent. But with that animalistic darkness in his eyes and his cock shamelessly fucking your mouth, this is as far from holy as can be. It’s nature’s most beautiful violence.

Within moments, his bucking grows harder and more erratic. The hairs in his grasp are pulled tighter. Words are lost to the incoherence of whimpers and moans. He’s losing control. A few more bobs of the head and the taste you’ve been craving will finally be yours.

“You’re going to be a good boy and swallow, aren’t you?”

The question is so lewd it makes you whine. With his cock still wedged between your lips, you nod.

He hums in response a closes his eyes for the final thrusts. The sound he makes when he does cum shoots a spark of electricity straight to your groin. It’s an obscene mix of a groan, a sigh, and a whimper—something so guttural that he’s practically choking on his own vocal cords.

You bob your head right on through his orgasm, sucking every last bit of cum from his cock like a desert wanderer finding water for the first time in days. There’s no choking. No gagging. Just the pure satisfaction of following through on a filthy promise.

Alan’s cock slips from your mouth with an obscene pop. The sight of your lips all swollen and red draws his hand to your chin. His thumb swipes across your bottom lip. You kiss the wandering digit in reverence as you gaze up at him from behind delicate lashes. 

“Such a good boy,” he sighs. “You deserve a reward.”

He sits up straight, tucking his cock back into his khakis. Then he gently pats his thigh. Your brow raises. It’s an invitation to climb in his lap and you certainly don’t need to be told twice.

Your knees nearly buckle underneath you as you clamber to your feet. You have no clue what this man intends to do with you and, to be frank, you don’t care. All you can think about is the taste of his cum on the back of your tongue and the pure ecstasy of hearing Alan Grant praise you for your shameless lust.

#Idk why it took me so goddamn long to finish this #It's been in my drafts for ages #But hey it's done now so here y'all go #Enjoy your Alan smut ya goobers #Alan Grant X Reader #Alan Grant X M!Reader #Jurassic Park Imagines #Jurassic Park Reader Insert #Reader Insert #JP

[psych---ologically-deranged]

the intervention

SHAWN: Yo! Dad? (closes the door and crosses the room) I've brought the keys back. Hello!

INT. HENRY’S HOUSE, KITCHEN, DAY

SHAWN walks into the kitchen to see HENRY and GUS. GUS is sitting at the table eating a cupcake.

SHAWN: Okay, this is creepy. Why is Gus here?

HENRY: Why do you think, Shawn?

SHAWN: He's a hostage.

A MAN in a suit walks over from the sink area.

MAN: Perhaps I can shed some light on that.

SHAWN: Two hostages.

HENRY: Doug Devette is an old colleague of mine from the force. The Chief asked me to have him drop by.

SHAWN: (tosses the keys on the table) Why?

HENRY: Doug is the department psychologist, Shawn.

SHAWN: What is this, some sort of intervention?

HENRY: Yeah, sort of.

DOUG: We don't like to use the term "intervention," Shawn.

SHAWN: (looks at GUS) Gus?

GUS: Don't look at me. I'm here for the cupcakes.

SHAWN: Dad, I am not on drugs.

DOUG: Oh, nobody thinks that, Shawn.

HENRY: Well, I'm not completely sure about that, Doug.

DOUG: We're all just a little concerned that you might be stretching yourself a bit too thin.

HENRY: It wasn't my idea, but he's right, Shawn. You're acting like a nut job.

SHAWN: Just because I take Gus' giant dinosaur head down to a dead body does not make me a nut job.

GUS: What? (gets up and looks out the window to see the head in the back of HENRY’S truck) You took my T-Rex? My mom gave it to you?

SHAWN: Gladly. She also gave me some pictures you can pay me to not show your next girlfriend.

GUS: What pictures?

SHAWN: The ones that document your Terence Trent D'Arby phase.

GUS: Whatever, Shawn. You took Danny Dino to the police station?

SHAWN: No. Gus, give me some credit. I took him to the morgue. Good news. Your specifications were spot on.

GUS glares at SHAWN before sitting back at the table to finish his cupcake.

DOUG: Your father tells me you have delusions of magical powers.

SHAWN: Delusions? Really? Doug, I'm employed as a psychic. I've solved 18 cases this year. I have business cards and a personalized coffee mug that backs up the whole thing. I feel things about people. (sees DOUG is wearing different colored socks) You, for instance, are color blind. That's nothing to be ashamed off. (sees bitten fingernails) You're also really stressed about something. (sees university pamphlets) College. It can be very expensive, Doug.

DOUG: (turns to HENRY) Oh, that was good, Henry.

HENRY: Doug, do not be a stooge.

DOUG: Not a stooge, but in this one case, he was right.

SHAWN sees a shadow at the window of the kitchen door and puts a hand to his head.

SHAWN: Knock at door.

There is a knock on the door and VICK and LASSITER let themselves in.

HENRY: (walks over) Karen, do you mind? We're in the middle of an intervention here.

VICK: We don't have time for that.

HENRY: But you're the one who asked for this!

VICK: And I thank you, Henry, but I'm afraid that this can't wait. We just got a break in the case. (turns to SHAWN) We just found out the name of the dead man. You want to tell him who he is, Detective?

LASSITER: No.

VICK: His name was Christopher Franzen. He is a paleontologist.

They look to SHAWN and he turns to GUS and then everyone turns to GUS.

GUS: A dinosaur hunter.

SHAWN: (looks at VICK) As expected. Doug, pleasure was all mine. (shakes DOUG’S hand)

DOUG: Oh, no, Shawn, mine.

SHAWN: We should get together.

like why does henry actually think shawn has legit delusions? how do u know he is not faking it & KNOWS he's faking it? But tbh imo shawn is legit psychic. It's like gravity, airplanes, drugs, & placebos. Sure u can explain how they work to me but I don't care. To me they are magic. Just because there is a scientific explanation doesn't make it any less magical. Oh & also henry thinks shawn might be on drugs!?? I mean yeah that boy probably smokes weed. Maybe magic mushrooms Possibly other stuff but I doubt it, even speed. I think he has adhd so the whiz would be prescribed but idk if pineapple has interactions with that. I'm getting off topic

#psych 2x02

[blobbei-art]

AU Masterpost

Decided to make a masterpost for this so I can just direct to a post whenever I make art for an AU if people want context.

Canon:

Medieval fantasy like DnD/similar, not going for historical accuracy. Kasifer lives in a small town named Alpkirchen where he works, disguised as a human, as violin teacher/musical conductor. Hadiye is his best friend who was initially crushing on him.

His sister Theresia, the Goddess of Life, lives with him and they both enjoy their everyday life in the town. They're obviously a little out of place though.

Intro Pages for Kas, Theresia and Marzie!

Tags: #Kasifer #Theresia #OC

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Mutant AU:

Kasifer and Theresia were kidnapped as children and experimented on throughout their whole lives, turning them into mutants with superpowers. They continue to live in the faraway forest where experiments with humans still take place. Although helping out and now kidnapping people themselves, they are neutrally aligned to these actions.

Their life changes when Hadiye single-handedly plows through various boss like mutants, destroying the facility and taking the two with her, where they get therapy and deal with their trauma, slowly and cautiously exploring their newfound, normal life.

Tag: #Mutant AU

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Harpy AU:

Hadiye is interested in magic and explores an old cursed town that has bested many travellers. She finds out that the monsters there are actually the townspeople who were cursed with immortality centuries ago and became monsters over time. She befriends Kasifer, who is a giant harpy and longs for his old life as a human. She ends up making a potion that can temporarily turn him back into a human, and he slowly finds joy in life again even as a monster with Hadiye cheering him up.

Tag: #Harpy AU

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Egg AU:

Two ancient dinosaur eggs were found frozen in ice. To the surprise of the paleontologists, they actually hatch! And they turn out to be sentient. Kasifer and Theresia are two dinosaurs in a modern world, feeling a little out of place, but slowly getting the hang of it.

Tag: #Egg AU

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Doppelgänger AU:

Modern human Kasifer is visited by a magical stranger who looks identical to him: the Kasifer from the Godverse canon.

He is here to investigate an anomaly as part of his job as God of Death. God!Kasifer sometimes takes Human!Kasifer’s role to not stick out.

Tag: #Doppelgänger AU

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Familiar AU:

Kasifer and Theresia are crow-sized familiars to Hadiye. The other gods from the canon are also small familiars instead and they share gossip they pick up from town.

Tag: #Familiar AU

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Rain World AU:

Theresia manages to kill one of her creators and is almost to be reprogrammed. Kasifer tries to save her by killing both of their cities.

Kasifer deals with dissociation and the existential crisis that comes with being a colossal computer with a puppet whom he feels disconnected from yet deeply fond of it. After the last mass ascension Theresia rebels by turning herself into something her creators would've considered of low enlightenment: a wild beast that does violence for the sake of violence.

In the present they are visited by some ancients, because turns out they still exist.

Tag: #Rain world AU

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Professor Layton AUs:

God they are all over the place. In one Descole accidentally frees Theresia who then offers to help him out as a thanks. Kasifer is watching over Descole in the Ghost Descole AU.

Tags: #Professor Layton AU #Ghost!Descole AU

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#kasifer #theresia #hadiye #mutant au #doppelgänger au #egg au #familiar au #rain world au #professor layton au #lol i realise the doppelgänger au will be unsearchable for people without an ö in their keyboard #not art #sorry for this post but i just felt like it could be for context haha

[sweettist]

A Sip of Arousal: Omorashi and Memory Play Session

Please Note: For my hypnotic write-ups, I use Kael to refer to all my nonbinary subjects. More of my write-ups can be found here.

One of my Kaels is into Omorashi almost as much as I am and we haven’t done nearly enough of it.

So tonight I asked them to fill their water bottle up to full and they did.

When they sat back down I said “I’m planning to do an Omorashi scene.”

They laughed “I figured that out by the water.”

“Good. Give me a random word for the induction, please.”

They gave me a few words that didn’t quite work with the session I had planned (ie paleontologist) but finally offered “shower”.

“Yes! That I can do! Close your eyes.”

And I had them close their eyes and imagine the perfect temperature water cascading onto their head and down their neck and back and soon enough they dropped.

After deepening them, I had their Conscious Mind focus on the feel of the water cascading over them while I talked to their Unconscious Mind.

“Hello, Unconscious Mind. You like Omorashi, don’t you?”

Their Unconscious nodded. “Yes, Miss Sweet.”

“You’d like to do some Omorashi Play with me. Wouldn’t you?”

Again Unconscious nodded. “Yes, Miss Sweet.”

“Whenever I say yours and Conscious name, Kael, I’d like for you to reach for your water and take a normal sip for me. Are you okay with this?”

Another nod. Another “yes, Miss Sweet”

“Thank you. You find holding to be pleasurable, don’t you?”

Nod. “Yes, Miss Sweet.”

“I bet you also sometimes hold and hold until your bladder begins to reach that ache that is so arousing, don’t you?”

“Yes, Miss Sweet.”

“What I’d like is for every sip you drink from your bottle, I’d like you to feel as if that sip went directly to your bladder. Can you do that for me?”

Enthusiastic agreement with a smile.

“And the more sips of water, the closer and closer you’ll get to that arousing ache, won’t you?”

Nod. “Yes, Miss Sweet.”

“I’d like for your Conscious Mind to become more and more aroused the more and more full your bladder feels. Are you okay with this?”

More enthusiastic consent.

“As usual, you can chose to have Conscious you be aware of these two suggestions, or not. Would you like Conscious you to be aware of them?”

“No, Miss Sweet.”

“Okay. Then you can give them their memory back of this trance and the rest of this session after we cancel these suggestions.”

“Yes, Miss Sweet.”

And with that, I deepened their Conscious Mind more before counting them up.

And for the next hour I said their name many times as I triggered and teased and controlled them.

For example: “Kael? Why do you like gaslighting?”

They reached for their water as they replied “I like not knowing if something I think is real is actually real.”

When they put their water down, I asked “Oh. A question I’ve been meaning to ask you. What do you like about gaslighting?”

“Again?” They questioned before taking another sip of water.

“Hm? I don’t understand? What do you mean?”

“Oh. Um. I like not being able to to be sure that what I think is happening is happening.”

And I asked them what they liked about gaslighting over and over, claiming it was the first time each time.

I have a lot of actual triggers in them and it was easy enough to causally say their name as I was triggering or otherwise playing with them.

Anytime their Unconscious Mind forgot to drink water after I said their name, I’d pause my speech until they remembered.

I know their signs of arousal and they weren’t giving me any after about half an hour of play.

Curious what was going on, (had I phrased something wrong?) I dropped them and brought out their Unconscious Mind.

“Hello, Unconscious. How are you feeling?”

“Aroused, Miss Sweet.” They smiled at me.

“Oh, good. Conscious you is hiding it quite well!”

They nodded. “They are trying really hard.”

“I see. Hmmm. You know I really enjoy their reactions, don’t you?”

“Yes, Miss Sweet.”

“The longer this goes on, I’d like you to have them be able to hide their arousal less and less. Are you willing to do this for me?”

“I can certainly try, Miss Sweet.”

“Thank you! I really appreciate that.”

“Of course, Miss Sweet.”

And with that I brought their Conscious Mind back up and continued playing with them.

Eventually, about 10 mins later, I saw them begin to stroke their neck, a blatant sign they were aroused.

“I see you are stroking your neck. What’s going on?”

They blushed. “I’m aroused.”

“Oh? Why is that?”

“I don’t know. Other than my bladder being very full.“

I smiled at that and triggered them with a particular trigger until I knew they’d be at full mast.

“I bet you’re hard for me right now, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Miss Sweet.” And they blushed.

“Let me see.” I ordered, liking when they undress for me.

They obediently stood up, positioned themself perfectly in front of the camera, and pulled off their pants and underwear, giving me a wonderful view of what my 45 minutes of teasing had caused.

They sat back in their chair naked, their hands going to their thighs and making small little fists repeatedly, something they do quite often when they are trying to stop their hands from doing a particular action.

“Kael, what’s going on?”

They reached for their water as they answered “May I stroke, Miss Sweet?” and took another sip of water.

“Only if you tilt the camera down so I can see.”

They did so, and I allowed them to stroke, bombarding them, overstimulating them, with triggers and pleasure.

It was lovely to watch them react to the pleasure I was giving them until “May I cum, Miss Sweet?”

“Yes! Cum for me!”

A few strokes later, I got to see them cum on camera for the first time.

They sagged in their chair. And I gave them a moment to breathe before saying “Cancel all suggestions.”

I watched their face as all the memories their Unconscious Mind hid from them came pouring in.

The first thing they said was “Fuck! That was hot.”

To which I heartily agreed before we aftercared.

The End

Reblogs appreciated!

#hypnosis #omorashi #nonbinary #hypnokink #memory play #omo #omo cute #hypno kink #writeup #real hypnosis #cute #nonbinary hypno

[beesgnise]

i’ve been put into an overwatch era so here’s my oc that i’m revamping! please feel free to ask any questions or critique anything :) backstory and story coming next!

zarifa hilolova

overwatch oc

support

overwatch name: sehr

backstory: a paleontologist that discovered a warehouse hidden beneath a mile of dirt. upon finding a way in through a long cave system, she found a left behind armory, covered floor to ceiling with scattered blueprints and weaponry. she picked up one of the blueprints- there was no port for gas or any oil. multiple solar panels were on all of the artillery- could they really be powered by the sun?

zarifa brainstorming:

how is she a support? how does her attack work?

-her weapon, a simple light blaster, is filled with mirrors and lenses, able to amplify any form of light, especially the sun, into a deadly beam. her healing does not work through her weapon, though she can still use it at the time of healing (with slowed attack speed).

her healing can either be a close range ability that can heal up to two nearby allies, and its intensity increases due to the number of Light Particles she currently holds. Light Particles are obtained through her standard attack. the maximum number is three, which will fully heal one ally and heal another for half of their hp, regardless of character. her ultimate is a burst heal, much like zenyatta’s, with beams similar to mercy’s ultimate, but for a shorter duration and with more limited movement. a beam of light flows from her to each of her teammates and progressively heals them, decreasing with distance. during this period of time, zarifa’s attack is slightly increased, and the generation speed of Light Particles increases, though they cannot be used until her ultimate is over.

how does this all work?

through her repeated experimentation with vishkar’s tech and assistance from a friend, zarifa implanted a number of altered solar chips in her skin. said chips would react with the weapons, and solar power gathered from one could charge the other further (see: Light Particles). the implants are in her left cheekbone, right wrist, and at the top of both of her shoulders. due to the process used for putting them in and the occasional overheating, all areas are scarred and marked by a small raised pink square. due to the chips absorbing and transmitting solar energy, those areas tend to be warmer, and overheating of any for any duration of time could be lethal. small chips, along with a larger, central command implant in her chest, allow for zarifa to conduct solar energy and power, and thus power her healing and blaster.

what about her demeanor?

zarifa prides herself strongly on her work, but also on the saying to ‘love life, because what else is there?’. though she may seem off putting at first, especially when absorbed into a project for days on end, zarifa enjoys simpler things such as tinkering with a broken remote, or befriending a cat on the base. though she holds herself strongly in battle and training, she does not like to think that she is intimidating.

how does she fare with others?

she believes that respect should be earned, and not freely given. though she respects all members of overwatch, should they do anything to break it, she isn’t above failing to repair a personal belonging or triggering the fire alarm in their quarters only. her trust is not easy to earn- given her line of work, that is to be expected, but after she was nearly manipulated into imprisonment, zarifa rarely works outside of her quarters. unless special equipment is required, she refuses to let anyone see her working out of fear that they’ll take it back from her again—

and after the threat that had been made- that they’d rip her command chip straight out of her chest. she has protected her work with her life, and refuses to let it be taken from her, whether it be by physical means or by making her reveal how she makes it work.

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #oc #overwatch oc #ow #mercy #zenyatta #oc writing #writing #beesthoughts #zarifa hilolova #vishkar #symmetra #overwatch headcanons #overwatch writing #overwatch x reader

[kamreadsandrecs]

Title: The Rise and Reign of the Mammals: A New History: From the Shadow of the Dinosaurs to Us Author: Steve Brusatte Genre/s: nonfiction, paleontology Content/Trigger Warning/s: none Summary (from publisher's website): We humans are the inheritors of a dynasty that has reigned over the planet for nearly 66 million years, through fiery cataclysm and ice ages: the mammals. Our lineage includes saber-toothed tigers, woolly mammoths, armadillos the size of a car, cave bears three times the weight of a grizzly, clever scurriers that outlasted Tyrannosaurus rex, and even other types of humans, like Neanderthals. Indeed humankind and many of the beloved fellow mammals we share the planet with today—lions, whales, dogs—represent only the few survivors of a sprawling and astonishing family tree that has been pruned by time and mass extinctions. How did we get here?

In his acclaimed bestseller The Rise and Fall of the Dinosaurs—hailed as “the ultimate dinosaur biography” by Scientific American—American paleontologist Steve Brusatte enchanted readers with his definitive history of the dinosaurs. Now, picking up the narrative in the ashes of the extinction event that doomed T-rex and its kind, Brusatte explores the remarkable story of the family of animals that inherited the Earth—mammals— and brilliantly reveals that their story is every bit as fascinating and complex as that of the dinosaurs.

Beginning with the earliest days of our lineage some 325 million years ago, Brusatte charts how mammals survived the asteroid that claimed the dinosaurs and made the world their own, becoming the astonishingly diverse range of animals that dominate today’s Earth. Brusatte also brings alive the lost worlds mammals inhabited through time, from ice ages to volcanic catastrophes. Entwined in this story is the detective work he and other scientists have done to piece together our understanding using fossil clues and cutting-edge technology.

A sterling example of scientific storytelling by one of our finest young researchers, The Rise and Reign of the Mammals illustrates how this incredible history laid the foundation for today’s world, for us, and our future.

Buy Here: https://bookshop.org/p/books/the-rise-and-reign-of-the-mammals-a-new-history-from-the-shadow-of-the-dinosaurs-to-us-steve-brusatte/18064544 Spoiler-Free Review: This is a nice parallel to Brusatte's first book, Rise and Fall of the Dinosaurs. I like how they followed almost similar narrative arcs, while also having similar tones of voice and writing style. I don’t think I’ve ever picked up nonfiction books by the same author that felt so naturally connected as these two do, and it was kind of pleasant to get to experience that here. The same enthusiasm that Brusatte brought to his first book, along with the same respect for his predecessors, colleagues, and students in the field. Those two aspects are the best part of this book - along, of course, with the scientific rigor that Brusatte brings to the table while simultaneously making everything remarkably readable for the layperson.

I will say though, that despite this feeling like a natural sequel to Rise and Fall, it doesn't have the same tone. Rise and Fall talks about dinosaurs and how they aren’t really dead: they’ve just evolved into birds, and so in a way, dinosaurs are still with us. This is a fantastic and wondrous line of thought, because isn’t it incredible to think that dinosaurs - which most people think of as long-dead animals (and most of them are) - to still be here with us, and moreover, to be creatures we encounter everyday, and even eat?

This book, however, doesn't have that same triumphal feel-- Actually, that's incorrect; it DOES have that feeling, especially during the first three-fourths of it, but as it progresses it becomes less triumphant and more solemn. Mammals were able to overcome the asteroid impact that killed the dinosaurs, and they were able to survive the many climate change disasters that came after - but can they survive the current human-made climate crisis? Can we, for that matter? The title Rise and Reign of the Mammals is definitely apt, because mammals did manage to rise and reign over the Earth - us humans in particular. But every rise comes with a fall: just look at the dinosaurs. This book does a good job of reminding the reader just what’s going to cause that fall, and how it might look like based on previously-explained extinction events. It's not all gloom-and-doom, of course: Brusatte is quick to remind the reader that, unlike previous climate change-caused extinction events, humans are actually in a position to do something about the current one, not least because we're the ones responsible for it. But even if we do manage that change, there is no denying that we've destroyed many species on the way to accomplishing it, and many more will probably die off along the way before this climate change crisis is finally manageable. As I said, a rather somber ending, but an important one. Rating: five platypus eggs

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frank what is the coolest dinosaur go

I'm actually going to say Tyrannosaurus rex, pictured below the fold:

That's from a book called The Dinosauria by Gregory Paul (my copy is the one pictured here, but a second edition came out in 2010). It's an unusually handsome dinosaur book (because, like, dinosaur books are always going to look good to some extent, y'know?) and is a pretty easy to read popular-format introduction to the topic. I've mentioned Paul before in other contexts (he's a paleontologist but he's also a biblical literalist who wrote a whole book against evolution called The Revolutionary Nature of Karl Marx, so he's not a guy you're gonna see mentioned very often), but he has some good reasons for believing certain dinosaurs (especially tyrannosaurs) are unusually cool.

I actually kind of disagree with him about this, on some level. See, he believes that small theropods (e.g. Velociraptor, Deinonychus, "Jaime" in Jurassic Park) really weren't capable of hunting large prey, because you'd need to be about 10 feet tall to knock down a big horned stegosaur (hence why large predators like T. rex and Giganotosaurus hunted that prey). I'm not too sure about this, because birds evolved from small theropods, and though I don't know for sure they all loved knocking down stegosaurs, they are certainly capable of doing it and there are obvious evolutionary reasons to evolve for it.

Actually, I guess this means that if Deinonychus et al. hunted big prey, maybe modern wildlife biologists would argue that the big prey was adapted to standing upright, because that would be the obvious expectation. But either way, I don't think he's proven his case, and it would be easy enough for a smaller predator to just swarm its prey if it got stuck and start gobbling its way to safety.

I think my bottom line is "small theropods were generally small and I'm not sure we really have a very good idea of what sort of creatures they were, so we can't rule out the possibility that they were scampering buggers who knew how to knock down big prey."

I say this because the reason I think tyrannosaurs, specifically, are cool is mostly because of the various skeletal adaptations that seem to have made them fast-running sprinters with good turning ability, rather than capable of long-distance pursuits (even if they could do that sometimes). And at least one tyrannosaur has been discovered with "bites" all over its body -- these were soft tissues that would stick out from the animal's body and would have been super-sensitive to touch and could have served as heat sensors. Imagine a T. rex that lives under a rock, and whenever another T. rex comes near it loses its shit and writhes around in terror, before backing off and running away.

When I picture that, I feel a little lump in my throat, like I've just seen someone do something deeply pathetic, and as much as I enjoy dinosaurs, I'd rather not have that feeling toward them. (A non-specific "feeling of awesomeness" is great, I will say, but my aesthetic sensibilities would prefer there be a distance between myself and the animals, and as much as I enjoy thinking of myself as part of the dinosaur tree, this is a sentiment that I do not want to propagate.)

The other cool dinosaur, I think, is Ankylosaurus, because they just look cool, like a walking mechanical nightmare, with all those spikes and armour plates:

The other cool dinosaur I know about is Pleurodiris, which you can see in The Dinosauria, but it's been a while and I don't remember its ins and outs (though I kind of want to come back to it in a minute). You see, in the 1980s, a bunch of students from "a local college" (I can't find an obvious indication of where, and Google doesn't seem to have anything on this event, so I don't know how to double-check this info) were excavating dinosaur bones in North Dakota or something, and they discovered a new type of dinosaur.

At the time, it was assumed that dinosaurs had evolved on the mainland of Pangea, not on islands, but a mammalian bone was found in the dinosaur bones, which seemed to indicate the presence of mammals on the island where the dinosaur bones were found. Given this, and the fact that the dinosaurs themselves seemed to be unlike any dinosaur that had ever been found before, Paul concludes that at least some of the dinosaurs in the mainland of Pangea must have evolved into, like, goats or something and then migrated to North America in a colonization wave.

He's not entirely right, because we do now know that dinosaurs lived on islands in the shallow seas near the mainland of Pangea, but at the time, this was a genuinely cool new hypothesis, and it seems at least plausible that "the American continent was colonized by some random dinosaur that evolved into sheep, before sheep-domesticating humans were around to help them out" (or something like that).

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a hundred years of blood (pt. 2)

Summary: One of Jessica's favorite clients is an old hermit who lives deep in the woods. When he stops answering his phone, she fears the worst and asks Hotch to come with her...just to check it out. Bad things are about to happen. When Derek realizes Hotch is missing and he might be in danger will the team be able to save them in time? Or will they, too, only find themselves in danger?

Pairing: Hotch/Morgan (established as usual, they just exist as husbands in my head)

Warnings: in this chapter, we talk about cannibals and heroin and broken arms and hotch is definitely drugged and being held captive.

Words: 2.9k

Notes: This chapter is all Hotch being held captive and marched through the woods and...unhappy. Next chapter we'll see where Jess is and what she's up to.

Read on AO3: a hundred years of blood

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“There are cannibals in these hills.”

Aaron scoffed; his attention faraway on the echoes of footsteps through the woods. His steps, familiar, one then two at a cadence he found fascinating. Left foot heavier than the right, he thought. Maybe, maybe not. His gun was gone and yet...it still felt heavy. Every so often he stumbled and was jerked upright by rough, sure hands. Back onto his uneven footsteps.

“That's what they say, anyway. I been here all my life and never seen 'em, I guess, but maybe you wouldn't really know huh? Probably look just like you and me. Not like they'd just out and say hey the name's Bill and I ate ol' Larry the mechanic's left butt cheek last night with potatoes and carrots like a pot roast, huh? But you might just make their acquaintance tonight. Little further now.”

He couldn't remember how he'd gotten here, out in this starchy bright sunlight filtered through scabby old pine trees, ragged and overgrown with wizard beard lichen. Everything looked dried out, smoked woods, lazy silvery greens and dusty oranges and sickly yellows. Up here, elevation so high, nothing lush grew...it was all barely alive, like a movie with all the saturation turned way down, littered with giant rocky growths that looked like half-buried Stegosaurus. A paleontologist's playground. he thought of Jack and his chest constricted painfully.

The air was thin, and he sucked it eagerly into aching lungs through his nose.

“Right up here,” came Elmer's foggy rich voice, so thick with the hills that Aaron got lost in the words. Every sentence was enchanting, a spell spoken in a whisper of wind through molasses. “This was my daddy's cavern. Kept his stills here. Granddad, he kept his in the old mine down below. See what my daddy didn't realize is that this cavern, you go far enough in, you dip and you wind and maybe you trip a few times over wet old rocks...you get to that mine. They were connected, see, and didn't even know it. Spose no one ever thought to look, what with the tale of the trolls in the hills scaring the kids away. Course there's no trolls, least I don't think there are. Maybe they're about as real as the cannibals, huh?”

Aaron whimpered, the pull of the rope on his broken arm getting to him. He was able to ignore it while it was loose, while there was slack, but when his feet stuck in the murky underbrush, and he stumbled that rope pulled at broken bones bandaged with rough old materials that only pressed and ground them together. The feeling, painful as it were, was far away too. It still belonged to him but was estranged.

He thought the cannibals were a far likelier threat than trolls, but at this point he couldn't afford to pick and choose what he believed and what he didn't. Trolls, sure. He'd be on the lookout for trolls. Why should I worry? Why should I care? Billy Joel's voice echoed through him, became an off-kilter mantra to drown out Elmer's spells. Derek would find him, would bring him home and they'd watch "Oliver and Company" and maybe after this ordeal Derek wouldn't be mean about Billy Joel's singing...it was just enough to keep him putting one foot in front of the other.

He didn't know what it was, exactly, but he knew he'd been drugged. That was about all he needed to know. He had just enough experience with that disconnected from your body feeling, no longer Captain of your own ship floating lost at sea, to know this was no accident. No way his mind should be wandering off to the land of Disney movies when he was in mortal danger, and yet here he was.

“You know I did some digging. Looked your family up. Hotch-ner. Seems you got a lot of sway through these old hills, your name carries some weight...what I understand, you got a little shine in your bloodline too. But your mama, she's too proud to admit she's got cousins up here huh? Yeah, figures. You got some hill in you, that's what makes you...right.”

Aaron couldn't have spoken if he wanted to, his mouth duct taped shut with a sock stuffed deep inside. One of his own, he knew and though it wasn't ideal he figured it was better than any other alternative. Maybe that was why his left foot felt heavier, it was still socked. Right foot was slipping around sweaty in his shoe and he could already feel the blisters rubbing themselves into existence. His tongue felt dry, wasted, the taste of river water and air drying all he could think about. Every sense he had was on overdrive but disconnected from anything corporeal.

The tea, he'd been force fed more of that tea. At first it was just a gently seductive quieting in his skull, and it did dull the ache in his arm. Jess had smiled at him dreamily and drifted off to sleep on that sofa bed snuggled up beside him while Elmer told them stories about...something. Hill people. Aliens. Moon People? But the tea didn't keep him beneath the pain in his arm and after a while he started coming to, eyes open watching Elmer whisper in the shadows to something oily and shapeless in the corner of the room. Elmer must have heard him move, because he'd come flying toward the bed so fast and he came with the tea, but it wasn't really tea anymore it was more of a syrup that tasted like ambrosia and evil and Aaron floated away on a thick honey golden ray of light into the ether. He had no idea what was in it, didn't really matter now, not really.

By morning, he'd woken with a beat at his skull so hard he really thought something was wrong. That he was dying. It was sharp, an ice pick in his eye. His memories of the night before were vague, floaty and painful. It took more time than it should have just for him to come to his senses and realize that Jessica wasn't beside him.

Her car was gone, and he was alone with Elmer Chambers.

“She's gone to fetch a doctor for you, alright son. You just lie here and stay quiet. You're sick as a dog. Musta come on you sometime in the night, fever sky high.” With every thread of rational thought, everything he could cling to like water through his fingers, he just hoped that she'd called Derek. The team could figure it out from there if she could just get them to Elmer's house. He had to assume Elmer had led her away on a wild goose chase though...that doctor couldn't possibly be real, could he?

Jess and her heart of gold. Her unfailing and unyielding belief in the good of people. Isn't that why she stuck beside him, even after what happened to her sister? To her family? He couldn't blame her, not seeing this side of Elmer, he was good. Probably one of the best Aaron had ever seen. He'd laid back on the futon with his eyes closed for most of the early morning, miserable and willing himself not to be sick in the bed sheets while Jess visited with Elmer and worried over him. He remembered hearing her wind chime voice. It had soothed him to sleep more than once, no matter how bad he felt she was there. And Elmer was endearing. Sweet, charming old man. Anyone would have been taken in. He wasn't hiding anything; it was almost like this was a wholly separate person.

Without actually being that. This wasn't an act; this wasn't a diagnosis...this was something else entirely and Aaron in his drug addled mind couldn't figure it out. It had taken him too long to even realize that he was being drugged, that's how good Elmer was.

“Drink this son, it'll help the pain in your arm...old family recipe. Gosh, I am sorry about that.” Yeah, easy. He drank it, set that ceramic mug right to his lips and sucked that mug dry. It tasted good, all those fleeting summery flavors of honeysuckle and blueberry. Like something his mother used to give him at night when he was anxious or sick. It tasted like the most saccharine comfort. “The ginseng will settle ya right to sleep.” It didn't sound right, but he was in no condition to argue. His arm hurt so bad he probably would have done anything to make it stop howling. Truthfully, no matter how he hated that sticky resin in his veins, it had taken the pain away even faster than the tea and he hadn't minded it a bit.

“Why are you doing this?” he'd asked when Elmer tied the ropes too tight around his wrists and began tugging him toward the door.

“Well, son, you see...I ain't got no choice. One of those Dumont morons went and violated the contract, and that means he got himself killed. I was well within my rights. But retaliation laws as they are, my Trudy was taken as collateral. Ain't fair, see...I can't...it ain't right. She bein' all I had left in this world. But they said if I sacrifice something important maybe I get her back.”

Aaron stumbled and fell to his knees with a cry, curling himself up around his painful arm. “I'm not important.”

“Naw but see...that's where you're wrong. I thought maybe Jessie was the one I should pick, but that'd only hurt me, and I don't think that's good enough cos I love her. I love that girl. She's like the daughter I never got. Killin' her won't do no good, they'll seek more. No, I gotta break her heart and let her live...breakin' her heart, that's already killin' me. So, I know it's right. You. Losing you will break her heart, see?”

Aaron didn't think that sounded right, it sounded insane, like the ravings of a complete lunatic but he wasn't in any state of mind to argue logic. Especially not with a man who had so completely given logic up long ago. “My team...” he whispered, waiting for Elmer to tug him to his feet again but Elmer only let him rest. He was old, he needed the moment too. They had plenty of daylight left.

“Yes, your team will come, I reckon. Maybe not today, if they're smart, but tomorrow when they got enough daylight. Sure thing. And hell, one of 'em might kill me...but not before the others get to you. Lotta blood gonna be spilled in these hills, they'll be fed good tonight.”

Everything was unnaturally still, no wildlife chirping or buzzing or mewling. It was just the sound of their breath. Elmer's was heavy, winded, he was too old for this trek and his body was letting him know. Aaron should have been able to do it easily except for the strange concoction of Elmer's drugs in his system and the intensity of the swollen, black and blue throbbing in his arm.

It was quiet after that, the way they trudged through the pine needles and oak leaves, scattered, dried to a crisp but wet far enough beneath to know that some slippery slimy creatures were enjoying themselves plenty. Feeding on a bountiful harvest of sweet decay. He thought about offering Elmer a deal, something to make him stop, plead for his life with some sort of dignity but there wasn't a single damned thing he was willing to offer a man who would try to hurt Jessica. Claim to love her and then do this to her. No, he wouldn't offer a thing, he would just have to resign himself to staying alive long enough to bring her back up that mountain with a doctor and the team in tow.

“What was in that tea?” he asked, almost thoughtfully, coherently. He'd gathered enough of his wits to know he needed to keep Elmer talking...he wasn't any different from any other old man. He loved to talk, to tell stories, to ruminate like a cow chewing cud on the past and spit it out thoughtfully. Old memories made anew on the tip of his tongue.

“Old family recipe,” he replied quietly, tugging at the rope fast enough to make Aaron skip a step and stumble again. His legs flew out from under him, and he struggled to get them back, to land upright, but he hit chest first right on that arm and he cried out again. Couldn't help that. Wasn't going to try. Eventually it would get old. “Oh we got some peppermint, some chamomile, some turmeric and marshmallow root...” his voice was soothing, in direct opposition to the way he jerked Aaron to his feet harsh and fast. Strong for a man in his eighties. “Ginseng, of course. And you promise not to give away the secret ingredient?”

Aaron swallowed hard and nodded, as if he cared, as if it was important. Just stalling. Elmer smiled.

“Papaver somniferum...” he drawled that last bit and Aaron shut his eyes, closed them tight and willed his stomach to stop flipping and flopping anxiously. “I see you're familiar with it. Well, son, guess you might as well know my fortune doesn't solely come from those decades' old stills or that damned rotten root that eats up my life, makes me and everyone around me bleed...no, I got my own gig. When I was a kid, I thought they were pretty. Wanted a field of 'em, just like in Wizard of Oz see. First color movie I ever saw and it was somethin'...never seen poppies before, couldn't get 'em outta my mind after. You ever seen anything so beautiful in your life? But just like my granddaddy and his ginseng, my daddy and his moonshine, those lights in the sky opened a door into my head and they spoke to me...boy you know what they said?”

“Opium,” Aaron whispered to himself. Elmer clapped his enormous hands, tugging Aaron's together painfully too.

“Right oh! Boy, it's easy, and just like those lights changed the ginseng and the shine til they were something special, so they did my poppies. Can't get anything like it in the whole world. Course Ms. Brooks doesn't know about the poppy field. Thinks all my money comes to me from my daddy and his stills. Seein' as either you or me is about to die I figure it's fine if I divulge. Just a little. I'm a lonely old man and unburdening myself to a good listener such as yourself feels downright nice.”

“You gave me...” he couldn't seem to wrap his mind around it.

“Opium. That's right. It's easy enough to hide in tea, at least small amounts. The rest you'll find went in easy in other ways once you were dead to the world. And when it starts wearing off...”

That was when the sock went in, pulled out of the sawdust and dirt filled pocket of Elmer's pilled old flannel, followed by a strip of duct tape that was going to rip out more than a few of his hairs and maybe his lips when all was said and done. That was when talk of cannibals began. Aaron thought he'd be sick but that sounded damned awful, and he did his best not to give much thought to the way his stomach lurched, fought to eject everything he'd put inside over the last day. If he didn't give it power, maybe he could hold it at bay. Why should I worry? Why should I care?

The cave was cold, the sound of water dripping echoed through every one of his senses. It hummed a deep earthy song that rattled around in the marrow of his bones. Through the inkblot shadows they walked, he stumbled, and then down down over crumbling rocky steps...so far down. The steps seemed carved into the stone, so crisp and clean they couldn't have been as old as Elmer claimed they were. So far, so far down.

He kept his back to the cave wall, dragging his shoulders against it for some relief to the falling feeling of going so deep. Above them, there was only a pinprick of light left, nothing to walk by, and Elmer seemed to know the way by something other than light. He just...knew. “You just keep followin' me, don't try to look for nothin, don't stumble...we got a long way here, son, but you just keep pressin' forward and the steps will guide you. Don't know how, but they will. Darndest thing.”

Solid ground came after a time, but his legs stumbled and turned to jelly as he tried to take another step that wasn't there. He crashed to the ground and couldn't get back up, not on his own. He just lay there panting, half-breathing the dank musty air. Around them were walls covered in old barrels, piled high high high. Stacked precariously, some of them, leaning like a child's block tower and ready to fall. Elmer didn't bother to try and move him, just left him lying there sprawled on the ground with his sweaty face in the dirt and his heart thundering a wildly erratic drum beat in his chest.

“Gonna take that sock outta your mouth now. You can scream and holler all you like from in here, ain't no one gonna hear you 'cept the wrong sorts of people I reckon, so it might do you good to stay quiet. There's bound to be someone guarding each of the tunnels, see. Never know who you'll run into, who lives so deep in here. Might be best you stay put in this cavern, see. Don't try to go back up, neither, you'll never make it without me. Just stay put and maybe this turns out okay for us both, huh?”

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