Donald Davenport is like the embodiment of "im only a dad when it's convenient for me."

Like, there's a reason we hate him so much, and it's because aside from Villain Douglas episodes, he sucks ass (derogatory)

Hell, after Douglas's redemption arc, he's usually the better dad.

(This next part is a joke)

Douglas is a better dad than Donald to the extent that Leo decided that he needed to be there to help Bree, and called him dad, which I don't remember him doing with Donald.

Also, Tasha deserves better.

Icheb, Naomi, Miral and T'Meni

no you don't understand it's so fucked up douglas was EVERYTHING to marcus his father his leader his entire world and douglas raised him like a son, let marcus call him Dad, they bantered and they argued and they plotted but in the end. marcus meant nothing to him. nothing. douglas was his EVERYTHING and in the end he meant NOTHING--

GOD i miss the old deviantart so much

when the chem lab percent error decides it wants to be literally over 324% <33333333333

what is Joe Biden's plan to have every single person in charge of Ticketmaster executed on national television for our amusement

*shows up to the party eleven years late with these* hi wtnv fans 👋

[Image ID: Six digital drawings of Cecil Palmer and Carlos the scientist. Cecil is a thin person with light brown skin, shoulder length ombre dark brown to blonde hair and purple eyes. She has a moustache, and wears cat eye glasses and purple cat ear headset in most of these. She has a long face and visible eyelashes. Carlos is a fat hispanic man with brown skin, dark brown curly greying hair in a short low ponytail and some facial hair on his chin.

The first image is an uncoloured chibi drawing of Cecil, who is smiling. She is very small with big shiny eyes, and doesn't wear her glasses. The thought bubble next to her reads: "Carlos".

The second is another uncoloured drawing of Cecil. She is shown bust up, leaning on her hands. She is not wearing her headphones, instead wearing plastic baby earrings, which are labeled as such. She closes her eyes and smiles with an open mouth, saying "Neat!!" with flower doodles around her.

The third is a simple monochrome green full-body of Carlos, who wears a NASA tee-shirt, jeans, a lab coat and sneakers. He wears big square glasses, behind which his eyes are not visible. He holds a clipboard and frowns slightly.

The fourth is a coloured bust of Cecil, showing two middle fingers and frowning. She wears a shirt that reads: "MILF", below: "Man I Love Fishing". White text in the meme font impact reads: "fuck Desert Bluffs / all my homies hate Desert Bluffs".

The fifth is a coloured green toned bust of Carlos. He wears green lab goggles and frowns slightly. There are two red hearts and messages around him. The text reads: "autism" and "cool scientist goggles".

The last is a full body of Cecil dying in a glue trap. She wears a backless red plaid top, pink tutu, cowboy boots, a green feather boa, and yellow rubber gloves. She lies face down in the family guy death pose on a white rectangle. There is a heavy vignette on the drawing. End ID.]

*I'm going to preface this by saying that I do not ship Tasha and Douglas, I'm just trying to make a point*

Tasha and Donald together is literally so not believable. Like, I could see Douglas and Tasha more than I can see Donald and Tasha.

And sure, maybe that's just because I hate Donald, but I stand by what I've said.

thanks for sending the ambulance. now i might not die. fuck bio lab all my homies hate bio lab

No problem but I need to warn you that it migth take a while to get there since it's coming out from Brazil to wherever you are now, so try to do not die until that ok?

Scrolling through the lab rats tag b like rp blog rp blog marcus davenport marcus marcus marcu-- FUCK DONALD DAVENPORT ALL MY HOMIES HATE DONALD DAVENPORT look at chase isn't he hot? he deserved better :( i think he and kaz explored each others bodies but anyways marcus--

15 people 15 questions

thanks @girlfriendline @giveemgreef @tblueger <333

1. are you named after anyone?

i am not! my middle name was an homage to my mom's grandparents but i have since changed it and my parents are blessedly allergic to otherwise naming anything after anybody

2. when was the last time you cried?

few days before christmas

3. do you have kids?

no and i do not want to. i have one fur baby (that i co-parent with my parents lmao) though as you all well know (scout my baby boy <3)

4. what sports do you play/have you played?

played kids' baseball/softball until i was like 10/11 bc i was constantly in the outfield and nobody can pitch until you get to like. high school. so it was boring and i hated it so i quit. i was on dance team for a while until i had to drop it bc recital dates kept being on the same days as school band concerts. was in marching band throughout high school, which counts bc i was a percussionist and had to lug around those heavy drum harnesses

5. do you use sarcasm?

a ridiculous amount. if we also count like comedic lying in this i accidentally convinced a coworker that there were only three seasons of spongebob doing that whole pretending that only the good parts of a show exist. such a shame spongebob ended after season 3. there's no more of it! just too bad

6. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

hair probably

7. what’s your eye color?

brown! medium tending towards dark

8. scary movies or happy endings?

while i love gothicness and gothyness i am a Known Weenie and certain types of gore literally make me feel faint. like the finale of the terror s1 made me a little faint and gave me the sweats and i had to fully pause the episode and lay on the floor for a while. so i guess categorically happy endings based on that. if a scary movie isn't super gory though i'll go for it

9. any talents?

i’m very performing arts inclined! i play piano, sing, dance, and act (was a theatre major in college). i memorize things quickly if i set my mind to it, am great at navigating, have great pitch memory (like i can be exactly or near-exactly on pitch when singing something i’ve heard before even without backing accompaniment. this unfortunately drives me crazy when people post pitch-shifted versions of songs and i can tell they’re off. bearer of the curse), decent stage combatant, good crowd weaver, and somehow bear the ability to unintentionally come off as intimidating to basically everyone i’ve ever met

10. where were you born?

iowa, usa

11. what are your hobbies?

i'm something of a gamer in my spare time. basically only solo joints though i'm not like gamer nhlers that play like. league of legends or fortnite or counterstrike. i've recently joined a community band and a bar trivia team (with my old middle school choir teacher lmao. he's a homie), i write fic every once in a while, read, dance around the house, go for walks when it's not cold, snuggle my pup, and obviously watch hockey. i keep telling myself i'm going to learn how to sew but trying to find beginner projects for men types is fucking dire and i keep not going out to get fabric for the pirate blouse i keep wanting to make rip

12. do you have any pets?

ah there's a separate question for this. scout, my yellow lab baby boy whose breeder had a confederate flag up in his barn when we got him (we saved you buddy). have some pictures

13. how tall are you?

5'5". short king territory

14. favorite subject in school?

i was a band/choir bitch. probably followed by english (literature). i liked basically all of it but phys ed though fuck that class i hate distance running it gives me a stitch in my side and you have to run a mile at least twice a semester (fuck you presidential fitness test). on top of all the other running they make you do. loved when they just did games though. matball my beloved

15. dream job.

actor, either stage or voice. unfortunately i do not want to live where the big voice acting studios are located and regional stage acting is kind of limited unless you go all the way out to chicago, which i tried for a couple of months before multiple breakdowns told me i should probably be closer to home. i enjoy being a librarian though :)

tagging @get-hockeyed-idiot @amandaleveille @wildaboutmnhockey @girldewar @letkirillfight @yes-perwallstedt if you guys haven't done it yet and also anyone else who wants to

This is just me logging on to say majoring in Biochemistry is the worst decision I've ever made, and I'm in the middle of having a breakdown. 😭😭 Who told me to do this? Like, I love the labs, but I hate the theory, the concepts just don't click or stick in my head, and I dread every single session I have. I'm horrible at math, and it carries over to Chemistry. Also fuck you thermochemistry! All my homies hate thermochemistry. 😭😭 Anyway, just looking forward to this semester being over so I can switch over to simply being a Biology major and actually enjoy what I'm studying. Sorry, for my rant dump.

i desperately want to write some kind of (potentially the last of us part 2 vibes inspired [aka just gay, country, cozy, and gritty]) established monster apocalypse fic with slightly aged up characters but i can't make up my mind on whether i want to write ...

a season one-esque retelling in the sense that will goes missing and the party ignores the safe zone's rules to go off and find him + they run into a feral eleven who helps them but fails to mention at first that she comes from the colony tht took will and it's kind of like a prison break type of fic too but overall it's all about hope and new beginnings and waaaay too close calls and The Power Of Friendship and coming home and being scared but doing it anyway and many many Realizations of the homosexual variety

by|er are boy besties and have been ever since they met on the rusty rickety swings and it's very much Day In The Life Of Two Monster Apocalypse Survivors Who Are NOT Dating Seriously Stop We're NOTTTTT Hehe<3 until Shit Goes Down and Oh God Oh Fuck What The Hell And FUCK FUCK FUCK WAIT NO STOP PLEASE and oops what do ya kno eddie/bob/hopper/insert other influential mentor character here jus got fed to a pack of demo-dogs or something else equally as horrific by some rival group and the party is helpless to do anything but watch and so after they hold the funeral they go off to avenge them (aka SHUT UP yes it's jus a tlou2 knock-off basically maybe don't look @ me) + it's about the lengths you'd go to for the ones that you love, what parts of yourself you lose and find on the path to revenge, what it means to be alive vs actually living, making your own way in the world, how much you can change before you become someone else entirely, what it means to actually honor the ones you lose, and The Healing Power of Love of course

fuck the "will goes missing" trope all my homies hate the "will goes missing" trope, this time .....okokok maybe will does go missing actually BUT mike is right on his tail bc Over My Dead Body Will You Take My Best Friend Away From Me and maybe they get chased away far enough by whatever monster that they get lost because it's all in the middle of their settlement falling/being overrun and it's nighttime and they don't know what's happening everything was fine just thirty minutes ago wtfwtfwtf and they have to find their way back home and there's lots of hurt/comfort of the physical and emotional variety bc Everything Happens So Much and when have they ever gotten a break literally ever + it's about finding hope where it feels like there is none, "just hold on a little longer, okay?", learning what makes home feel like home, us against the world-isms, will gets bitten by a demo-bat or something and doesn't tell mike (don't worry he's immune lol) but mike soon realizes anyway bc will is shifting his weight weirdly and mike is Always looking at him (but not in a gay way bro i sWEAR bro we're FRIENDS We Are Friends now hold my hand pls), aka Paladin and The Cleric vibes 100% essentially jus two gay hooligans and their awful very bad no good week away from the camp

will and el aren't The Chosen Ones so the monster apocalypse happens anyway without them causing it but when will was taken away it was because his test results came back weird n brenner's team wanted to study him for Finding A Cure reasons but something goes wrong one day and they both make it out of the lab (& maybe word gets around to other settlements abt two missing teens n mike finds a poster while out and when he takes it back n shows ppl it just gets him looks of pity but not from joyce, the only other person that never lost hope). fast forward to feral will-el being a two man wolf pack that are just trying to find will's family wherever they may be now (will corrects her and tells her its their family btw and he's told her so much abt them at this point that it really does feel like she's known them her whole life almost bt she's secretly scared to hope that they're still alive even if she'd never tell him that bc she jus wants a family so much she doesn't want to be let down if they aren't) and this one is more of like ... A Day In The Life / Character Study type of fic bc they Do find the party (they break in somewhere to get supplies n there's so many monsters n the last time they all saw each other they were kids and will-el are covered up so they don't recognize each other n ofc will-el are bandits so they get captured and then yanno. they rip off will's face coverings and it's like Omgggg Surprise It's Me Aha Sorry I Bit You And Almost Took Your Knee Out And Hit You With A Metal Pipe Can You Please Uncuff Me Now Hehe<3). aka will-el find their way back home and now they have to figure out what home really is and how to reintegrate into society. it's about the ghosts of your past, reconciling what you knew with what's in front of you, falling back into old habits and having to learn new ones, falling in love all over again, mike waking up from the same nightmare he always has and going to will's room in the dead of night because he has to be SURE that this is real that will's actually alive that it really is him right in front of him and that he hasn't been taken away again and that this isn't just another dream within a dream, learning how to be a human being again, and it ends with someone's wedding ofc.

Wait, please elaborate on the Sil apologist thing, because I want to agree with you and I want to see the points you make

I though of the whole thing very late at night and I might remember stuff wrong, so feel free to correct me about that. Also I'm very bad at explaining stuff so please bear with me lmao

My view on the whole thing is that if Xavier and everyone else at the lab would've treated her better then everything would've been fine? Or at least better, I guess. Because imagine being an alien/human hybrid, a child, and then being treated just as a lab experiment, not even knowing who you are exactly nor why. She was "born" and was immediately alienated. No socialisation nor parental figures or anything that is needed for a human child to develop properly. Just being stuck in a lab and observed. If she would've been treated more as a human child, she might have developed a more human psyche. But since she didn’t, she relied only on the instincts from the alien side of her. Especially after being betrayed by the only people she knew (when they tried to kill her in the lab) plus being hunted down by the team.

Basically if the people at the lab could've observed her in a more healthy(?) way, actually talked to her and explained stuff maybe it wouldn't have ended like that and maybe they would've been able to learn even more about the species. They could've cooperated in a way, y'know? She herself had no clue what was happening to her either in general (why was she in that lab, why did they want her dead, why was she the way she was), probably knew the same amount or even less about the alien stuff as the scientists. She could've in turn learned more about herself and the world. She was a scared child and did everything to survive, I just can't blame her for anything. And this is a stretch and I probably remember wrong anyways, but they got the info about the DNA from "out there", why not try to connect with them again and work together or something (although most likely the aliens' plan was to take over Earth so they wouldn't have cooperated anyways so eh)

Fuck Xavier Fitch btw, all my homies hate Xavier Fitch

Mercury Retrograde: A Tangent Function

So what’s up, I am writing just to tell you an update. Two weeks of 8 hours a day at work sure turned me into a napping machine– almost like a cat. I started to take frequent naps because of working normally, which is kinda funny.

But you know what’s even funnier? I told my best friends last March that I missed you. I told them in our group chat. I told them I'd rather tell them instead of randomly messaging you and, well…make you uncomfortable and make myself look like an idiot.

I still remember how lovesick I felt way back years ago the first time I fell for you. It hurts so much and I was sure I was about to die just by being in love with you.

I remember how you told me that you like me because I am “simple,” not like other girls. Until now I’m still figuring out what your “simple” means. Maybe it means that I am someone who is homy. Since my upbringing is not palatial in nature, my likes and disposition in life is, well, as you put it quietly – somehow simplified.

And you know what, after years of us being apart, I believe I am still very easy to please. It’s one of my strengths and positive traits. *proud grin*

I still remember how you once ran your finger on the three moles across my hand. Moles that look like Alnitak, Alnilam and Mintaka of Orion’s constellation. It's a very endearing memory. No other men ran their fingers through me like that though some tried. As if looking at stars in the skies you were paying attention to my details.

Maybe it's because of the Mercury Retrograde why I am thinking of you and even after seven years I still remember you like yesterday. How you took my hand and walked me to campus, how I made you close your eyes because I wanted to kiss you on your cheeks after we decided to be together (I didn’t kiss you and honestly I regret that). Or how ashamed I felt for “forcing” my will against “God’s” that it tore me to pieces inside. How someone's opinion I cared asked “why are you in that relationship?” as if I lost my credibility and integrity for loving you–for having and wanting you. How they looked at me as if I committed a grave offense.

How I hated myself for not getting things right – too early or too late. How I said the wrong things, shut my mouth when I should have spoken, allowed too many people to have a say to our relationship. And how I put too much pressure on you.

I remember how inadequate I feel to be chosen by you.

I remember being loved by you.

After seven fucking years, it’s still you.

It was a gradual revelation, one layer after another, step-by-step, I unravel my insecurities, explored my options, went to different places, won things in life, lost some and became a different but the same person you know, still – it's you.

I really believe I will love you for a long long time. As if a space in my heart is solely dedicated to you – enmesh in every fiber.

Walking towards the cafe where I am writing these words, I was talking to myself and to the universe saying how thankful I am to have you and to be part of you even for a short time. Even if for the most of that short time we were such a mess.

I hope you can read this and know that I miss you.

And you have a home with me.

With all the love, Your Lab