#pavlov

[i-could-do-stuff2]

saw someone online say that pavlov probably thought about feeding his dogs everytime he heard a bell and that seriously changed me

[enormous-moose]

I think I accidentally pavloved myself...

I have a timer on my watch that vibrates every 30 minutes reminding me to drink water...

I've drank so much water!!!!!!!! 🤯

Gods help me, I don't know what will happen if I don't have a drink near me when the timer goes off and I'm too scared to find out.

[bridoesotherjunk]

I keep catching myself hunching over at my desk during work and have started thinking "Shrimp" every time I do

Pretty soon I'm going to pavlov myself into straightening my back any time I see or hear anything about shrimp

[jhsharman]

"Mutts to You"

A little bit of Saturday Morning cartoon committee creation logic behind this title. Hot Dog. He has a house huge on the inside, though small on the outside. Has bunches and bunches of gadgets that can do loads of plot creation for him – like, in this instance, turn dogs into humans and humans into dogs. Also he has a robot butler. And a chihuahua sidekick. And it’s all the result of some space dogs.

Or. Not. Because they don’t want to run that one. So now Hot Dog built and created this magical doghouse. Out of things he dug out of Dilton’s backyard. This raises a number of questions. With these “Astro-Mutts” there is this “poof! There it is!” dynamic. If Hot Dog were dragging items out of Dilton’s yard – Dilton and his parents would notice, and even if they didn’t I think Jughead and his parents would notice Hot Dog building things somehow.

"Transmogrifier". Could Bill Watterson sue?

The comic book succeeds at being not embarrassing – there were worse efforts in this “experimental” era. (then again, there were also more worthwhile ones.) There is a curious effect in issue 3 where Gene Colan, fresh off his Jughead Batman parody tie in for Jughead # 17, draws the Hot Dog Batman parody tie-in (groan as you will at “Barkman”) and… well, Colan did draw Howard the Duck so you can compare and contrast the anthropomorphic comic things.

[minoritybingowinner]

I realized I was talking to my s/o about things I like & how they could easy tempt me to do shit by giving the incentive if a reward.

Ive just told my s/o to basically pavlov me without realizing

[lenguite]

two good one-liners i wanted to share

pavlov would be proud

'library of alexandria' e.g. i have the library of alexandria in my pockets#

[wanderingkallie]

What would be the potential downside of pavloving myself to shit on command??

[abyssiniangladiolus]

[im thinking this would take place quite early on between milo and astrid. some of their first interactions. im choosing to make milo’s name a big focus point for him. pavlov ? ish i guess. im imagining its like his activation phrase; no matter where he is, when he hears his name in astrid’s voice, he’s immediately at her mercy. this is kind of insight to how she starts to build that up?

1.1k words, artwork at the end of milo and astrid

cw: minor psychological torture, manipulation ? evildoing?, this one is not very graphic, not proofread

enjoy! ]

The only things keeping Milo’s body upright were the tight restraints around each of his limbs. The metal and heavy duty leathers of the binds, sealed with zero room for movement. 

He slumped his head to the side, the metal bar and claw at the back of his neck keeping him facing forward. But he needed any relief he could get. 

The countless hours spent in this chair drained him. Not the faintest strength left in any of his muscles. He didn’t need to move or shift to know that each metal band had left sore and raw marks across his body. If he even had room to shake, he was sure that every fibre of his being would quiver in pain and fatigue. 

He barely had the strength to keep his eyes open, everything nearly blurring into a blank state of white noise. Yet he wouldn’t dare close them. 

Every time he passed out—be it from sheer exhaustion—or every time he closed his eyes for just too long, everything got so much worse. 

The main screen in front of him was a simple computer monitor. Its brightness was maxed out along with its sound. The news channel had been covering a missing persons case over the last couple days. It was a friend of a friend. One of Myra’s best friends. 

Milo knew Myra wouldn’t be able to find her on her own. She was anxiety prone and easily distractible. Any low-tier villain could freak her out and mislead her easily enough. It would definitely distract her from doing any work too. Just leading to more casualties. 

Milo would at least be able to help. Get her back on track. Get the team back together. 

Maybe even worst of all, Myra was friends with regular people. Astrid had probably just planned this all out to torment him. Start putting wedges in his team- just making him feel like more of a loser of a team leader. 

It was his own damn fault he’d been kidnapped and imprisoned for multiple days at this point. At first it was bearable, while he was alert. Astrid had placed him in a room with light and electricity. Which would be a stupid move on her part since that was basically his whole thing. 

Only Astrid wasn’t stupid and wouldn’t make a stupid move like that. 

As the hours were passing, it was becoming harder to think. Tens and hundreds of active investigations, cases he’d already been working on, even a classic cat up a tree. A huge and luminous display of all the ways he was failing to protect his city. Countless people in need. Disasters and accidents alike that he could have easily aided in. 

Then social media gossip. People speculating he’d just ran away. Maybe he was on a vacation at a particularly bad time. 

Selfish. Useless. Coward. 

Even his own fans were beginning to doubt him. 

Occasionally Astrid would mute every channel but one, forcing him to hear whatever tragedy or slander was being broadcast. 

Then the screens shut off all at once, plunging the room into immediate darkness. Milo’s heart spiked even higher than he ever thought it could. He couldn’t look around but he knew she was here. 

He heard the door behind him open, dim light pouring in. Time stretched on forever, Astrid’s footsteps echoing in the chamber, taking her sweet sweet time. 

Then a hand, hovering over his shoulder not yet daring to touch him. Instead of heat, he felt the cold of her hand radiating from her skin. 

She had never touched him, only hovered. Until now, when she placed down her hand on his shoulder. Even through the wearing fabric of his suit, he could feel the sting of it. Like the tingling sensation of being freshly slapped. Only she need only graze her finger across his skin to send sparks running through him. 

It was well-known, Astrid had a deadly touch. A kind of electric poison that could bring any creature to its demise. 

Perhaps after all this time, she’d had enough of torturing him. Milo closed his eyes expectantly … only to be met with another sting on his other shoulder. 

His muscles jumped and spasmed involuntarily, pressing his raw skin harder into the restraints. He let out a muffled whimper.  

Astrid hummed in satisfaction. 

“Milo …” 

She said his name breathily, leaning in close to his ear. 

It was the only sound he’d heard in days that was soft and gentle. Each time she entered the room, she always said his name first. It was becoming an addiction to hear. 

At first it was venom. A bitter thing used to taunt him. She always entered the room at the perfect time to keep him awake. Always interrupting right before he could dissociate from the noise. 

Then it was solace. She’d shut off the screens and the chaos. She wasn’t even mean. 

He could listen to her say his name over and over again, if it would just mean he could be at peace. 

Milo’s eyes were beginning to well with tears, after finally closing them for longer than a few seconds. The bright lights and lack of sleep were heavily drying. 

“Milo, I know you want to rest your eyes but we can’t have that.”

With his mouth taped over, all he could manage was a muffled scream as Astrid pulled open his eyes. For the first time, using her bare hands against his face. 

He felt awake all at once. The sensation of thousands of hot needles pricking his skin, ricocheting between his bones. Combined with her cold skin, Milo felt white hot pain sear through him. 

“Shush darling, no need to scream,” only Astrid dug her fingers into his skin more, gripping his jaw in her hands. The layer of tape only helped a bit.

Milo choked, his dry throat barely letting him scream at all. Tears were beginning to slip from the corners of his eyes. 

“I can make all of this go away.”

Astrid tenderly wiped his tears away. Though really only eliciting more, sending blows of sharp pain straight through Milo’s skull. 

The pain and saccarine tone of Astrid’s voice pulled at any remaining thoughts from Milo’s head. Almost nothing kept his mind tethered down as Astrid continued plunging her fingers into any exposed skin she could. 

“Just focus on my voice Milo.”

Each letter of his name rolled effortlessly off her tongue. Even as she made him thrash against his restraints, she didn’t say it with any contempt. Not like the hundreds of news anchors, fellow heroes and sidekicks, or even his own fans. 

She always said his name slowly and with care. Like he was the most precious thing in the world to her. 

“Breathe in and out. Slowly …” she loosened her grip. “You don’t have to think about what’s going on outside. Just listen to what I say.”

[thanks for reading! <3]