#One Earth Climate model

[reasonsforhope]

Green energy is in its heyday. 

Renewable energy sources now account for 22% of the nation’s electricity, and solar has skyrocketed eight times over in the last decade. This spring in California, wind, water, and solar power energy sources exceeded expectations, accounting for an average of 61.5 percent of the state's electricity demand across 52 days. 

But green energy has a lithium problem. Lithium batteries control more than 90% of the global grid battery storage market. 

That’s not just cell phones, laptops, electric toothbrushes, and tools. Scooters, e-bikes, hybrids, and electric vehicles all rely on rechargeable lithium batteries to get going. 

Fortunately, this past week, Natron Energy launched its first-ever commercial-scale production of sodium-ion batteries in the U.S. 

“Sodium-ion batteries offer a unique alternative to lithium-ion, with higher power, faster recharge, longer lifecycle and a completely safe and stable chemistry,” said Colin Wessells — Natron Founder and Co-CEO — at the kick-off event in Michigan. 

The new sodium-ion batteries charge and discharge at rates 10 times faster than lithium-ion, with an estimated lifespan of 50,000 cycles.

Wessells said that using sodium as a primary mineral alternative eliminates industry-wide issues of worker negligence, geopolitical disruption, and the “questionable environmental impacts” inextricably linked to lithium mining. 

“The electrification of our economy is dependent on the development and production of new, innovative energy storage solutions,” Wessells said. 

Why are sodium batteries a better alternative to lithium?

The birth and death cycle of lithium is shadowed in environmental destruction. The process of extracting lithium pollutes the water, air, and soil, and when it’s eventually discarded, the flammable batteries are prone to bursting into flames and burning out in landfills. 

There’s also a human cost. Lithium-ion materials like cobalt and nickel are not only harder to source and procure, but their supply chains are also overwhelmingly attributed to hazardous working conditions and child labor law violations. 

Sodium, on the other hand, is estimated to be 1,000 times more abundant in the earth’s crust than lithium. 

“Unlike lithium, sodium can be produced from an abundant material: salt,” engineer Casey Crownhart wrote ​​in the MIT Technology Review. “Because the raw ingredients are cheap and widely available, there’s potential for sodium-ion batteries to be significantly less expensive than their lithium-ion counterparts if more companies start making more of them.”

What will these batteries be used for?

Right now, Natron has its focus set on AI models and data storage centers, which consume hefty amounts of energy. In 2023, the MIT Technology Review reported that one AI model can emit more than 626,00 pounds of carbon dioxide equivalent. 

“We expect our battery solutions will be used to power the explosive growth in data centers used for Artificial Intelligence,” said Wendell Brooks, co-CEO of Natron. 

“With the start of commercial-scale production here in Michigan, we are well-positioned to capitalize on the growing demand for efficient, safe, and reliable battery energy storage.”

The fast-charging energy alternative also has limitless potential on a consumer level, and Natron is eying telecommunications and EV fast-charging once it begins servicing AI data storage centers in June. 

On a larger scale, sodium-ion batteries could radically change the manufacturing and production sectors — from housing energy to lower electricity costs in warehouses, to charging backup stations and powering electric vehicles, trucks, forklifts, and so on. 

“I founded Natron because we saw climate change as the defining problem of our time,” Wessells said. “We believe batteries have a role to play.”

-via GoodGoodGood, May 3, 2024

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Note: I wanted to make sure this was legit (scientifically and in general), and I'm happy to report that it really is! x, x, x, x

[unadulteratedsoulsweets]

A DC X DP IDEA #27

They’re the strongest?!?!

Imagine dis…

You know … I read too much humans are space orcs fic, prompts, ideas… etc.

But I still like Danny Phantom and DC…

And I remember that one A03 fic…

…

Another alien invasion is another Wednesday for the JL but it seems like they are quite different. Not only they are known as invaders in the Green Lantern Corps but they also have some sort of code among warriors, they give a chance to the species they are invading to fight back. By having their strongest fight against their strongest. It is not through fighting to the death as different planets have different climates and terrains and thus have their version of the Olympic games but instead of rewarding the participants medals, they were rewarded their planet's safety, but Hal commented that the challenges are too staged, too well known to the invading aliens. Since the ones defending have no idea how to approach the challenges, they always end up losing. Green Arrow commented that since they can just send out the Big Blue boy scout, Hal shook his head as they have to be the same species one planet already tried it by asking aid from another planet and not only lost but the invading aliens got 2 planets, plus they’ll bring it up to the galaxy court system and put them in a tight spot. Of course, Aquaman blinked with confusion and asked if there was a court system for the galaxy.

…

So of course, when the said invading aliens landed on the Milky Way and broadcasted their intentions. The JL already have a team to fight them, of course, we have Batman with his cunning mind, Wonder Woman for her chivalry and strength, Flash for his speed, Doctor Fate for his mastery of magic, and Cyborg for technological skills. Just as they were about to tell the invading aliens that they had already picked their strongest, another announcement popped out. Apparently to even out the playing field they have a new technology to help them pick out their strongest for them. As if they were talking to kids and promptly pressed the bottom to automatically select the earth’s strongest.

The heroes at the space station as well those around the world who were debriefed about the situation a week before are already bracing themselves to be picked, while the citizens around the globe are all now watching and anticipating as not only this a new thing as the majority of their alien invasion they immediately went to evacuation.

Who appeared/ chosen immediately made both sides' jaws drop….

Three?

Only three are chosen…

An adult, a teen, and a child?

A man who wore a blue rental suit with glasses, blue eyes and black hair. Which the Metropolis recognizes as one of their own. Clark Kent, a reporter with fame and reputation on par with the famed Lois Lane. The ideal model of someone who came from the countryside and made a name and life in the big city.

An 11-year-old boy with blue eyes and black hair who wore a red hoodie, faded jeans, and red shoes, in which the city Fawcett knew of. Billy Batson was, a former foster kid on the run until he found his forever home with the couple named Victor and Rosa Vasquez who also fostered a couple of kids, which Billy claims as his siblings. A kind kid who kept doing good around him and his community.

Lastly, a teen, again with blue eyes and black hair wore a faded NASA hoodie, and blue jeans with faint eye bags which was a small town in Amity Park where he came from. Danny Fenton, the only son of the two leading scientists of ecto-biologists in ecotology, the one who realized that one of the two purple-back gorillas is a female thus avoiding extinction.

…

Clark Kent by day and Superman by night knew about the invading aliens. He also knew that he could not participate despite being raised on Earth made him unqualified to join. So, imagine his shock when he suddenly found himself with two earth children in the middle of a large arena with futuristic cameras looking at them. He is now in an internal dilemma; how can he save the two kids, while he tries to save Earth altogether?

This train of thought also passed by the young Billy Batson on the said teen, Billy already knew that Superman was already thinking of saving the both of them. Now his priority is to survive and keep his secret ID a secret for a bit longer.

…

Danny on the other hand has a completely different train of thought, he was just about to reach his room. His beautiful room where his bed is, he had just finished a four-hour exam to bring his grades back up to an acceptable level, 9 continuous ghost attacks, another nonsense quarrel between the observers and he is close to committing anarchy just so he can have the same treatment to Pariah Dark, an eternal sleep in a comfortable looking Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep.

So imagine his surprise when he is suddenly teleported to what looks like an alien ship, Danny would usually be ecstatic but they have interrupted him, he is so close to his bed. He knew that there would be some sort of an invasion as he remembered the bits and pieces from Tucker’s ramble when they last hung out together.

He doesn’t care if aliens invade Earth, but if you come between him and his bed. He will make sure of what he will do to those who disturb him, he will make his fight with his future self and Pariah Dark like child’s play.

…

The Justice League kept on insisting that they had already chosen their fighters and those who appeared in the middle of their arena were civilians, not warriors. But the invading aliens stayed on their decision and immediately began the games.

The rest of the heroes are now scrambling to not only stop the invading aliens but also save the 2 civilians who were randomly selected.

While the rest of the League is now panicking the rest of the world is now in an outrage. Sending out a civilian man and children by the alien's weird machinery.

The Fenton couples are especially rabid as, if there is anything that tops their ghost obsession, it would be their children’s safety. The family of Batson are on the edge of their seats as they worry for Billy.

…

The games begin with an opening of rules and such, as well as an introduction to the alien’s warriors who are big and full of muscles making the Earth team look so tiny.

The first game starts with a simple hunting game with very minimal clues and tools at their disposal to find what they seek. Clark can crack the code on to where to hunt but it is a dangerous environment, Clark discusses it with his teammates on how to catch it, Clark is already thinking if he should reveal himself as a meta with strength but Danny just glares at the man and grabbed capturing tools form the table and sought out the thing they are designated to hunt.

The other team took a glance at Team Earth and warbled some snickers at how they took looking/hunting too fast without any plans and went back to their planning.

Clark and Billy are worried for their other teammate but after a few minutes, they hear a roar some shuffles, and then silence.

Back on earth, most people are horrified a what could be the teen’s fate but when footsteps were heard they saw the teen again scathed, with a few scratches, and a hulking beast all tied up from its muzzle to its tails.

Clark nervously asked, still maintaining his civilian identity, how on earth Danny had caught such a beast. Danny’s only response was, back from where he came a certain ”friend” really wanted “someone’s” pelt on a wall and learned some things while HE was chasing that “something”.

That starts the Danny effect…

…

A tag sort of game as there is a hunter to hunt them down and their objective is to hide longer than the other team, with both Billy and Danny a part, while Billy lasted a few hours with his wit and skills that he honed during his time when he ran from CPS and the police during his days as a foster child, which is impressive itself as he got two of the other team’s members to be captured first before him. Danny outlasted Billy and the rest of the other team won the game in a landslide and gained some bonus points by not only redirecting the hunter and leading them into a false trail or a dead end but also messing with the said hunter without being spotted by him.

Cooking with live and weird ingredients? Clark initially volunteered to do it as he has a stomach of steel being an alien but cannot cook as he has no idea which ingredient is edible as all alien dishes and ingredients come from Krypton and he has to impress the judges who put them in a disadvantage as the judges are from the same race as the opposing team. Danny just shook his head at Clark quickly put on an apron and set to work.

Clark and Billy immediately turned green at the sight as Danny nonchalantly battled the live ingredients, from the meat section to what seems to be the fruit and vegetable section, It is bloody as it is and quite fascinating as it is disgusting. All their years in the Justice League they have seen some twisted and weird things but seeing their third teammate casually stab what looked like an unholy cross hybrid between an octopus and a shark trying to crawl away from the carnage, cleaned the weird animal from the inside out and fillet it.

Of course, they are in disbelief when the judges practically moan the moment, they taste Danny’s dish. Clark and Billy are pretty sure one of the judges is planning to spare Danny and turn him into their chef if the invasion continues, with the way they look at Danny. The judges reluctantly let Danny’s dish win.

Billy reluctantly asked Danny where he learned to cook like that, Danny’s only response was a grumble of a sound that seemed to sound like at home but that cannot be, right?

Trying to survive an onslaught of hypnotic plants native to the alien’s home world, Danny once again won and even began criticizing the plants for how their music was so horrible that it would not even wake the dead.

Play some sort of FIGHTING VIDEO GAME that is popular in 5 sectors in their part of the galaxy, Danny wins and repeatedly shoots the aliens with pure hatred and anger in his eyes, Clark has to physically drag Danny out of the arena to stop his onslaught of firing to the poor guy who was already on the verge of crying.

And so on with the Earth’s team leading COUGH Danny COUGH and demolishing the invading aliens from their games.

After a while the games are done and Team Earth wins with a massive gap to the invading aliens. They returned the three in the middle of the Metropolis and went away without so much a fuss…

Well, expect that one chef in their midst how begged the leader to take Danny and only him with them but the leader is already fearing for his life as the last few games that humans began to be more feral by the second and he was sure he is also a second away from being the one at the other end of his chopping board.

…

Back on earth everyone cheered on the three and began flashing them their camera lights to get a new scoop, and one brave reporter even tried to interview Danny but when people tried to look for the elusive teen he seemingly disappeared.

Clark knew Danny was, sleeping peacefully in the middle of the bushes a few feet away from them, and kept quiet as he was late to realize that Danny was on the verge of a crash like Red Robin is when he pulled something like this when Conner invited him.

…

PS: If someone out there wanted to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so, don’t forget to tag me though.

[nasa]

Sharpening Our View of Climate Change with the Plankton, Aerosol, Cloud, ocean Ecosystem Satellite

As our planet warms, Earth’s ocean and atmosphere are changing.

Climate change has a lot of impact on the ocean, from sea level rise to marine heat waves to a loss of biodiversity. Meanwhile, greenhouse gases like carbon dioxide continue to warm our atmosphere.

NASA’s upcoming satellite, PACE, is soon to be on the case!

Set to launch on Feb. 6, 2024, the Plankton, Aerosol, Cloud, ocean Ecosystem (PACE) mission will help us better understand the complex systems driving the global changes that come with a warming climate.

Earth’s ocean is becoming greener due to climate change. PACE will see the ocean in more hues than ever before.

While a single phytoplankton typically can’t be seen with the naked eye, communities of trillions of phytoplankton, called blooms, can be seen from space. Blooms often take on a greenish tinge due to the pigments that phytoplankton (similar to plants on land) use to make energy through photosynthesis.

In a 2023 study, scientists found that portions of the ocean had turned greener because there were more chlorophyll-carrying phytoplankton. PACE has a hyperspectral sensor, the Ocean Color Instrument (OCI), that will be able to discern subtle shifts in hue. This will allow scientists to monitor changes in phytoplankton communities and ocean health overall due to climate change.

Phytoplankton play a key role in helping the ocean absorb carbon from the atmosphere. PACE will identify different phytoplankton species from space.

With PACE, scientists will be able to tell what phytoplankton communities are present – from space! Before, this could only be done by analyzing a sample of seawater.

Telling “who’s who” in a phytoplankton bloom is key because different phytoplankton play vastly different roles in aquatic ecosystems. They can fuel the food chain and draw down carbon dioxide from the atmosphere to photosynthesize. Some phytoplankton populations capture carbon as they die and sink to the deep ocean; others release the gas back into the atmosphere as they decay near the surface.

Studying these teeny tiny critters from space will help scientists learn how and where phytoplankton are affected by climate change, and how changes in these communities may affect other creatures and ocean ecosystems.

Climate models are one of our most powerful tools to understand how Earth is changing. PACE data will improve the data these models rely on.

The PACE mission will offer important insights on airborne particles of sea salt, smoke, human-made pollutants, and dust – collectively called aerosols – by observing how they interact with light.

With two instruments called polarimeters, SPEXone and HARP2, PACE will allow scientists to measure the size, composition, and abundance of these microscopic particles in our atmosphere. This information is crucial to figuring out how climate and air quality are changing.

PACE data will help scientists answer key climate questions, like how aerosols affect cloud formation or how ice clouds and liquid clouds differ.

It will also enable scientists to examine one of the trickiest components of climate change to model: how clouds and aerosols interact. Once PACE is operational, scientists can replace the estimates currently used to fill data gaps in climate models with measurements from the new satellite.

With a view of the whole planet every two days, PACE will track both microscopic organisms in the ocean and microscopic particles in the atmosphere. PACE’s unique view will help us learn more about the ways climate change is impacting our planet’s ocean and atmosphere.

Stay up to date on the NASA PACE blog, and make sure to follow us on Tumblr for your regular dose of sPACE!

[kathaelipwse]

Guarded By You - C.Seungcheol

Chapter 2: Echoes of Broken Vows and Crimson Warnings

Warnings: Stalking, childhood trauma, emotional distress, implied violence, NO PROOF READING WAS DONE Author’s Note: This chapter delves into past trauma, childhood neglect, and psychological distress. If any of these themes are triggering for you, please proceed with caution. Your well-being is important, so take care of yourself while reading. <33 Word Count: 2459 words

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The cabin, a rough-hewn sanctuary carved from the heart of the ancient forest, stood as a stark testament to isolation open only to the military staff well former military as well. The air, thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, pressed against your skin, a stark contrast to the sterile, climate-controlled world you knew. The silence, broken only by the crackling fire in the hearth, was a heavy, suffocating presence, a stark reminder of your vulnerability.

Cheol, a figure of stoic strength, had transformed the cabin into a fortress, his movements precise and efficient, a testament to his military training. He’d secured the perimeter, set up surveillance, and established a silent, watchful presence that both reassured and unnerved you, a constant reminder of the unseen danger that lurked in the shadows.

"Why here?" you asked, your voice a hushed whisper, the lingering fear from the stalker's message a cold knot in your stomach. "Why so far away? Why this isolation?"

He didn’t turn from the fire, his gaze fixed on the dancing flames, his expression a mask of impenetrable calm. "Isolation. Security. No witnesses. No distractions. This is a controlled environment, where we dictate the terms."

You sighed, rubbing your temples, the tension a physical ache. "You make it sound like we’re in a war zone."

"We are," he said, his voice flat, devoid of emotion, a statement of fact rather than an exaggeration. "A war against someone who knows your every move, every vulnerability. Someone who sees you, even when you think you're unseen."

A shiver ran down your spine, the cold seeping into your bones despite the fire’s warmth. "Can we… can we talk about something else? Anything else? Something… normal?"

He finally turned to you, his eyes dark and unreadable, like obsidian shards reflecting the firelight. "What do you want to talk about? What normalcy do you seek?"

You hesitated, searching for a topic that wouldn’t send you spiraling into panic, a topic that might offer a sliver of understanding. "My life, I guess. The one you’re now in charge of. The one I barely remember. The one that feels like a stranger's story."

He raised an eyebrow, a silent question, a flicker of curiosity in his usually impassive gaze.

"You know," you began, your voice trembling slightly, "it hasn’t always been red carpets and flashing lights. There were… other times. Before all this. Before the fame, the fortune, the fear."

You spoke of your childhood, a fragmented tapestry of foster homes and fleeting connections, the constant search for a place to belong. You spoke of the long hours, the relentless auditions, the sacrifices made for a dream that had turned into a gilded cage. You spoke of the loneliness that clung to you even in the midst of adoring crowds, the feeling of being watched, judged, and ultimately, owned. You spoke of the emptiness that followed you like a shadow.

As you spoke, your voice grew softer, the warmth of the fire and the steady rhythm of your words lulling you into a false sense of security. The rhythmic crackling of the flames, the steady cadence of your own voice, the sheer exhaustion of the night, all conspired to pull you under. Your eyelids grew heavy, your words trailing off into a mumbled silence, your body succumbing to the weariness that had settled deep within your bones.

Cheol watched you, his gaze fixed on your sleeping form. He saw not the famous actress/model, the guarded celebrity, but a ghost from his past. A small, fragile child with wide, trusting eyes and a bright, infectious smile that had been slowly extinguished by the harsh realities of their shared past.

He remembered the Silent House, the orphanage that had been their shared prison. He remembered the cold, echoing halls, the threadbare blankets, the way the silence pressed down on you, heavy and suffocating. It wasn't just the absence of noise; it was the absence of warmth, of comfort, of anything resembling kindness. It was the silence of forgotten children, the silence of broken promises, the silence of a world that had abandoned them. He remembered you, a tiny 4-5 year old figure, a ghost in the vast emptiness, clinging to his side, your small hand reaching for his, a silent plea for protection he initially wanted to ignore.

He had resented you then, a small, fragile thing disrupting the harsh equilibrium he had built for himself. You were a painful reminder of the vulnerability he had learned to bury, a stark contrast to the hardened shells of the other children. They were survivors, like him, forged in the crucible of neglect, and you were a delicate flower in a field of thorns, a constant reminder of what they had lost, of what they had never had.

He remembered the first time he saw them turn on you. A pack mentality, a cruel game of dominance played out on your small, trembling frame. They whispered taunts, their words sharp and cruel, designed to break you, to shatter the fragile innocence that clung to you like a second skin. He watched, his jaw clenched, a strange mix of anger and disgust churning within him. He wanted to look away, to pretend he didn’t see, to preserve the sliver of detachment he had carefully cultivated. But something stopped him.

He saw the way your small shoulders shook, the way your eyes filled with tears, not of anger, but of a deep, soul-crushing despair. It was the despair of a child who had already learned that no one was coming to save them, that the world was a cold and indifferent place. He saw the way you curled into yourself, trying to become invisible, to disappear from their cruel gaze, as if wishing hard enough could make the pain go away. It was then, a flicker of something he couldn't name, a raw, primal protectiveness, that he stepped in.

He remembered the shock on their faces, the sudden silence as he stood between you and them, his small frame a defiant barrier. He remembered the anger that surged through him, a burning rage fueled by the injustice of it all, a desperate attempt to shield you from their cruelty. He remembered the fight, a clumsy brawl fueled by rage and desperation, a desperate attempt to protect a fragile life, a fragile hope.

He didn’t tell you then, but he hated the way you cried at night. Small, muffled sobs that echoed in the darkness, a constant reminder of the pain you endured. 'Mama,' you’d whisper, your voice a broken, desperate plea, a sound that tore at something inside him, a sound that echoed his own unspoken grief, his own longing for a warmth he had never known. He’d sit on the edge of his bed, his gaze fixed on the shadows, his hands clenched into fists, fighting the urge to comfort you, to offer a solace he knew he couldn’t provide, a solace he himself had never received. He knew the emptiness of a world without a mother's embrace, and hearing you cry for that phantom warmth broke him, shattered the carefully constructed walls around his heart.

He’d watch you during the day, your eyes following him, a silent plea for protection, for a connection in a world that offered none. You trusted him, a trust he didn't deserve, a trust that made him uncomfortable, that chipped away at the walls he had built around his heart. He was your shield, your silent guardian, a role he never asked for, but one he couldn’t abandon, a role that slowly became his purpose.

He remembered the pinky promise, your small finger wrapped around his, your voice a solemn vow, a fragile promise in a world of broken oaths. "I’ll never leave you, Cheolie! Never! Pinky promise!" He felt a strange pang in his chest, a flicker of warmth in the cold, empty space where his heart used to be, a fragile hope that maybe, just maybe, someone wouldn’t leave, someone would stay.

But then remembered the day the rich couple came, their eyes drawn to your bright smile, your innocent charm. He saw the way you looked at him, your eyes filled with confusion and fear, as they led you away, a silent question hanging in the air, a question he couldn’t answer, a question that echoed in the emptiness of his own heart. He remembered the empty space you left behind, a void that had never been filled, a wound that had never healed, a silent scream that echoed in the emptiness of the Silent House, a scream that had echoed in his soul ever since.

He remembered the years that followed, the cold indifference of the other children, the emptiness of the orphanage, the way he stopped trusting, stopped hoping. He remembered the vow he made, a silent promise to himself, to never let anyone get close again, to build walls of ice around his heart, walls that, despite his best efforts, were crumbling now, under the weight of a forgotten past, under the weight of a promise he couldn’t break, a promise you didn’t even remember making, a promise that was now his burden, his duty. The day he turned 17 he ran away from that ditch place; with the silent hope of being able to see you….just a glance would have done too but-

His thoughts were cut of by a sudden, sharp noise from outside shattered his reverie, a whisper in the wind that sent a chill down his spine. He moved with a practiced swiftness, his body a coiled spring, his senses on high alert. He climbed the ladder to the cabin’s rooftop, his eyes scanning the surrounding forest, searching for any sign of intrusion, his gaze piercing the darkness like a predator's.

Fifteen minutes later, he descended, his expression grim. The perimeter was secure, but the noise had been unsettling, a phantom echo in the silent night, a reminder that they were not alone. He stepped back into the cabin, his gaze falling on you.

You were frozen, your eyes wide with terror, staring at the mirror above the mantle. He followed your gaze, his own eyes widening in shock.

Scrawled across the mirror, in your own crimson lipstick, was a chilling message: "You look nice while sleeping, sweetheart."

The stalker had been inside. While he was on the rooftop, they had been in the same room, a phantom presence in their supposed sanctuary, a chilling reminder of their vulnerability. The message, written in your own lipstick, was a violation, a twisted intimacy that sent a wave of nausea washing over you.

He scanned the room, his eyes searching for any sign of forced entry, any disturbance. Nothing. The cabin was as secure as he had left it. The stalker had moved like a ghost, a phantom presence, a chilling reminder of their power, their ability to infiltrate their supposed safe haven.

"Calm down," he said, his voice low and steady, a command issued in a war zone, a promise he intended to keep, a promise he had made to himself, to you, long ago in the cold, echoing halls of the Silent House. "I’m not leaving you alone. Not for a second. Not while he’s still out there. Not while he’s this close."

He took off his coat, the tailored black fabric a stark contrast to the rustic setting, and draped it over your shoulders, the warmth a small comfort in the face of the chilling message, a fragile shield against the encroaching fear. The fear in your eyes mirrored his own, a shared understanding of the danger that lurked in the shadows, a shared understanding of the past that haunted them both. The hunt was on, and the hunter was closer than they thought, their presence a chilling whisper in the silent night, a promise of a future that felt increasingly bleak.

The stalker's message was more than a threat; it was a violation, a twisted intimacy that sent shivers down your spine. It was a reminder that you were not safe, not even in the supposed sanctuary of the cabin. The knowledge that he had been in the same room as you, watching you as you slept, sent a wave of nausea washing over you. You felt exposed, vulnerable, like a puppet on strings, dancing to the tune of a madman.

Cheol's presence, usually a source of comfort, now felt like a cage. His constant vigilance, his unwavering gaze, felt suffocating, a constant reminder of your vulnerability. You felt trapped, caught between the predator outside and the protector inside, both of whom seemed to hold your fate in their hands.

The silence in the cabin was heavy, thick with unspoken fears and unspoken memories. The crackling fire, once a source of warmth and comfort, now seemed to mock you, its dancing flames casting grotesque shadows on the walls, shadows that seemed to whisper the stalker's name.

You wanted to scream, to lash out, to break free from the suffocating atmosphere of fear and control. But you were frozen, trapped in a nightmare you couldn't wake from, a nightmare where the past and the present collided, where the ghosts of your childhood mingled with the terrors of the present.

The stalker's message echoed in your mind, a chilling reminder of your vulnerability. "You look nice while sleeping, sweetheart." The words, meant to be intimate, felt like a violation, a twisted declaration of ownership. You wanted to scrub the words off the mirror, to erase them from your memory, but they were etched into your mind, a permanent scar on your psyche.

You looked at Cheol, his face a mask of stoic calm, his eyes dark and unreadable. You wanted to ask him about his past, you wanted to understand why he looked at you with such intensity, with such a mix of protectiveness and pain.

The night stretched on, an eternity of fear and uncertainty. The cabin, once a refuge, now felt like a trap, a place where the hunter and the hunted were locked in a deadly game of cat and mouse. And you, the fragile prey, were caught in the middle, trapped between the ghosts of the past and the terrors of the present.

… To be continued

[mindblowingscience]

The damage climate change will inflict on the world's economy is likely to have been massively underestimated, according to new research by my colleagues and me, which accounts for the full global reach of extreme weather and its aftermath. To date, projections of how climate change will affect global gross domestic product (GDP) have broadly suggested mild to moderate harm. This, in part, has led to a lack of urgency in national efforts to reduce greenhouse gas emissions. However, these models often contain a fundamental flaw—they assume a national economy is affected only by weather in that country. Any impacts from weather events elsewhere, such as how flooding in one country affects the food supply to another, are not incorporated into the models. Our new research sought to fix this. After including the global repercussions of extreme weather into our models, the predicted harm to global GDP became far worse than previously thought—affecting the lives of people in every country on Earth.

Continue Reading.

[minimushr00m]

list of things Henry Winter wouldn’t believe in after the moon landing (Yk, if he lived long enough), but only some of them get context!

-AIDS

-AI (“Your telling me artificial intelligence is more intelligent than me? That is unheard of.” “Don’t worry Henry, it still can’t spell ‘strawberry’ correctly.”)

-Australia

-The mobile phone (“How does this work?” “Well with this particular model you swipe up to unlock…” “Yes, but what does it do?” “So many things! It’s like a portable laptop!” “A portable WHAT.”)

-The laptop ( “it’s a computer but… it fits on your lap I guess?” “Please never show me one.”)

-The kindle.

-Solar panels/hydroelectricity farms.

-Climate change ( “So why is the earth warming up…?” “It’s because of like greenhouse gasses and being unsustainable?” “And you’re just LETTING the scientist tell you this? How do we know it isn’t a lie to improve the economy!”)

-Video games

-Lazer tag/nerf guns (“Are you certain they can’t kill me?” “Certain.” “They sure look like they can… never let me see one again.”

[the-world-annealing]

Humans Aren't Space Orcs

Look, we got it all wrong.

It's provable scientific fact that aliens, if they exist, will probably be bigger than us, heavier than us, and from smaller planets.

Smaller planets will have thinner atmospheres, less even heat distribution, sharper differences between day and night temperatures, and less climate stability across seasons and continents (and thus less chance of stable agriculture developing or spreading far). There's a bit of a feedback loop here where extremes in climate encourage larger body sizes for regulation and storage purposes, and larger individuals plus lack of stable agriculture means even lower population sizes and densities.

So when we run into intelligent aliens, they'll think we look small, short, and yet weirdly bulky (because limbs that can support our weight in earth gravity would support much more in theirs). The average human will appear supernaturally social: the idea of retaining close relationships with dozens of people and subtly adapting to the unique context of each one is borderline unimaginable to them, let alone the idea of running mental models of these people in real time. Honestly, even the idea of regularly encountering that many people might freak them out a little.

Between larger human populations, a larger planet, and more widespread agriculture, human cuisine should seem mindbogglingly broad, even to other omnivorous foragers. Human linguistics, same story: highland new guinea is an agricultural birthplace the size of Sweden with eight hundred unique languages native to it. In general the depth of our art should be beyond anything most aliens have.

Does any of that sound like orc to you? No! But there is, of course, a fantasy creature well-known for gregariousness, good food, art, small round bodies, and a comfortable sedentary lifestyle interspersed with the occasional act of heroism...

Humans are space hobbits.

[rjzimmerman]

Excerpt from this story from EcoWatch:

As the world works to stop global heating by ending the use of fossil fuels in accordance with climate objectives, ensuring that everyone on Earth has a decent standard of living is possible if the world quickly and decisively implements emissions reductions, new research has found.

The study, led by research scholar Jarmo Kikstra with the Energy, Climate and Environment Program at the International Institute for Applied Systems Analysis (IIASA), looked at energy scenarios that line up with both the Paris Agreement and Sustainable Development Goals (SDGs).

“With climate change intensifying and billions of people still lacking basic necessities, addressing both challenges simultaneously is not only possible but essential,” a press release from IIASA said.

The authors of the findings analyzed whether scenarios outlined in SDGs and the Paris Agreement provide enough energy for everyone on the planet to have essential services like cooling and heating homes, clean cooking, health care, education and transportation.

“Our goal is to understand what it takes to eliminate extreme poverty while also advancing climate action,” Kikstra said in the press release. “We’re not just talking about lifting people out of extreme poverty; we’re looking at futures with high development ambition, ensuring decent living standards as a minimum for everyone worldwide.”

Using the new DESIRE model, the research team compared energy scenarios that make sustainable development a priority with those that continue with past trends.

“One striking finding is that sustainable development scenarios significantly reduce the number of people consuming less than the minimum required energy for basic needs. Under these scenarios, the number of people that do not have enough energy to meet their basic household needs is projected to decrease by over 90% — a much faster rate of progress than what would be achieved by continuing current trends,” IIASA said.

The study highlights that emissions needed to support decent standards of living are much lower than total emissions.

“Our findings challenge the notion that eradicating poverty and protecting the planet are conflicting goals. In fact, the energy needed to ensure basic human dignity is small compared to what is currently consumed globally,” Kikstra explained. “Even so, such a sustainable development trajectory means growth rates in low-income countries are much higher than we have seen. It requires appropriate development efforts and international support.”

The study, “Closing decent living gaps in energy and emissions scenarios: introducing DESIRE,” was published in the journal Environmental Research Letters.

[exhaustedwerewolf]

okay not to waste energy being mad about the minecraft movie of all things but I am actually kind of heartbroken by how cynical it feels.

for example, making the creatures that inhabit the world offputting is so indicative of the underlying attitude the film seems to be taking to me. how many millions of minecraft animals, despite being pixels and code, have been genuinely loved by players around the world?

minecraft, despite everything it’s associated with these days, is incredibly earnest in a way that I feel few properties are these days… and genuinely one of the most beautiful games I’ve ever had the pleasure of playing. in its surprisingly melancholic moments in a solo survival world. in the laughs it’s given those far apart from beloved friends, allowing them to be roommates in a beautiful forest cottage or a volcanic fortress or a treehouse palace they’ve built together when thousands of miles apart. in the things people working alone and together have made of it- libraries of banned books made accessible through the medium of the game, scale models of worlds real and fictional, redstone machines with intricate circuitry and incredible intelligence and diligence behind them, in the friendships forged in the pursuit of these creations.

minecraft is collaborative and creative and contemplative in a way few games can be. minecraft, to those who have ‘beaten,’ it, says: everything you need is within you, the darkness you fight is within you, the light you seek is within you, you are not alone, not separate from every other thing, you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code.

minecraft, when so many games are about escaping from yourself, is about connection with your self, your creativity, the plants and earth and animals and structures around you, the people around you.

for it to be, in this context, a self-referential, debasing cash grab, is not a surprise to me but does feel like a disservice to what the heart of this game is, and symptomatic of a wider trend in a storytelling climate increasingly dominated by spin-offs and reboots and tie-ins and remakes. the writers could have had the courage not to break the fourth wall, not to point and laugh and decry the silly memeable ‘get a load of this guy,’ block game, (and by extension ridicule themselves,) but I understand. it’s the same instinct to make the self-effacing joke before you can be laughed at by others for showing your honest self, to cringe from the vulnerability earnesty demands. that’s fine. personally- and I’m probably not alone- I just wish it wasn’t this game.

[reyaint]

futuristic dr | virelia + neovista

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✧˖*°࿐the state

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ virelia ☆ 𓂃 › official title. The Sovereign Technocratic Republic of Virelia ☆ 𓂃 › motto. “precision. progress. perfection.”

virelia represents a paradigm shift in governance — not built on ideological revolution but on technological supremacy. it emerged in the late 21st century after a coalition of corporate leaders, scientists, and futurists proposed a self-regulating state built around data-driven governance and environmental sustainability.

virelia is a beacon of technological advancement, a sprawling self-sustaining state located on the western coast of North America. founded in the late 21st century, it has quickly risen to prominence as a futuristic utopia where human ambition and technology intertwine seamlessly.

this city-state operates with cutting-edge infrastructure, clean energy solutions, and unprecedented levels of automation, making it a model of the future. however, its advancement comes with hidden costs, such as surveillance, control, and the loss of personal freedoms for some citizens.

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ location. built on reclaimed land along the coast, the state is positioned near mountains, leveraging its natural terrain for sustainability. this combination of oceanfront and mountainous landscape allows for the development of a beautiful yet highly structured environment. ☆ 𓂃 › climate. Virelia enjoys mild weather and pristine air quality thanks to its advanced environmental control systems. artificial rainfall helps balance the region's climate, ensuring that both agriculture and ecosystems thrive in a sustainable way.

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ security. Virelia's government promises safety and order, with AI-driven law enforcement and near-complete surveillance throughout the city. While this has reduced crime, it has also led to a society where privacy is almost nonexistent. there are whispers of corruption and a power struggle between mega-corporations and the state apparatus, but these are rarely seen by the public eye.

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ infrastructure. the state boasts hyperloop systems for rapid transportation, vertical farming to maintain food supplies, solar-powered highways, and drone-based delivery networks that make logistics seamless and efficient. the city is powered by renewable energy sources, making it one of the most environmentally friendly cities on Earth.

*ೃ༄government

Virelia operates as a technocratic-republic hybrid, where leadership is shared between elected officials and influential corporate leaders, scientists, and engineers. while democracy is maintained on paper, the wealth and power held by corporations, especially megacorporations like Orbis, have a significant influence over the decision-making process.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ☆ the core assembly. a ruling body made of 50% elected officials and 50% appointed technocrats from approved corporate, scientific, and engineering councils.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ☆ citizen score index (CSI). citizens are ranked via a complex index measuring productivity, compliance, social behavior, and cybernetic compatibility.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ☆ the data purity initiative. Virelia heavily regulates access to public data and surveillance feeds. those who attempt to mask or alter their data trail risk demotion in social status or even imprisonment.

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ a controlled utopia. on the surface, Virelia is a utopia, offering its citizens a high standard of living, access to the latest technology, and the promise of a pollution-free environment. however, this idealized world comes at a cost—strict regulations on cybernetics, data privacy, and social freedoms. citizens are encouraged to embrace technology, but those who resist are often marginalized or silenced.

✧˖*°࿐the city

neovista is a megacity — a glittering neon spire among the clouds and an undercity of grit and rebellion. It’s a contradiction: a technological utopia resting on a foundation of exploitation and resistance.

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ common mods. ocular overlays, subdermal HUDs, neural ports, smart limbs.

*ೃ༄black market and underground tech

located beneath the official grid of Neovista, in the Vein or the Undervault.

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ traders deal in: ☆ 𓂃 › memory-modding tech ☆ 𓂃 › neural firewalls ☆ 𓂃 › blackbox implants ☆ 𓂃 › emotion regulators ☆ 𓂃 › discontinued weapon augmentations

hackclans (like SpiralZero or Echo Drift) operate in these markets, building custom tools to counter HALO’s surveillance net.

while Orbis Corporation and other megacorporations offer cutting-edge cybernetics, there is a thriving black market for illegal modifications and illicit technology. from hacked neural implants to stolen AI software, the underground tech scene is a dangerous place but provides an outlet for those who cannot afford or do not want to abide by the official channels.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ☆ pirates and hackers: groups like The Shattermen exploit these underground markets, seeking to disrupt corporate control by stealing and redistributing technology. they often employ cybernetic pirates who operate outside the law, dealing in anything from illegal AI software to underground body augmentations.

*ೃ༄energy & environmental tech

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ☆ skyharbor towers: pull moisture and solar energy, creating perpetual artificial rainfall and maintaining air quality.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ☆ cryoroot systems: bioengineered roots that store solar power and regulate temperature in city zones.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ☆ ecozones: each district has its own energy quota; exceeding it triggers rolling blackouts in poorer sectors.

virelia is powered by renewable energy sources like solar and wind, and artificial rainfall systems maintain a stable climate. advanced energy storage technology allows the city to operate efficiently even in low-light conditions.

the city uses vertical farming and aquaponics to maintain food production in a way that integrates seamlessly into urban spaces, providing sustenance for its citizens without relying on traditional agricultural methods.

*ೃ༄transportation & infrastructure

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ☆ hyperloop arteries: Connect districts with high-speed magnetized transit tubes.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ☆ skyrails: glass-bottomed tramways suspended between megastructures.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ☆ drone skynet: hundreds of drones transport packages, law enforcement supplies, and emergency aid across the city.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ☆ vertical cities: skyscrapers built as self-contained ecosystems—residential, commercial, medical, and agricultural facilities stacked together.

neovista's transportation system is revolutionary, with hyperloop networks connecting different districts, allowing for ultra-fast travel. drone-based delivery systems handle everything from groceries to medical supplies, and personal autonomous vehicles are common on the roads.

the city has designed solar-powered highways and green rooftops that house both parks and renewable energy infrastructure.

*ೃ༄law enforcement & governance

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ☆ enforcement is done by VEC and HALO drones. there are no beat cops — instead, predictive policing algorithms determine where violence might happen and deploy units in advance.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ☆ citizen compliance officers (CCOs) are citizens elevated by the CSI system, acting as civilian enforcers with surveillance privileges.

most investigations are conducted digitally—by scanning memory logs, personal feeds, and neural output rather than physical clues.

*ೃ༄cybernetics & body augmentations

cybernetic normalization is pervasive in Neovista. while minor enhancements like augmented vision, neural interfaces, and biomechanical limbs are common, full-body conversions are rare and often subject to strict regulations.

body augmentations are not just a physical enhancement but have become part of the culture. the wealthy often choose to augment themselves for beauty or efficiency, while those in the slums might use augmentations to survive or gain an edge in the fight for resources.

*ೃ༄technology in neovista & virelia

neovista represents the pinnacle of technology, where AI and humans coexist, yet there is a deep tension between innovation and freedom. virelia’s citizens enjoy unparalleled access to technology but must constantly navigate the surveillance state and corporate control.

virelia’s technology fosters a sense of constant progress, but this has made the city and its citizens vulnerable to the very forces they sought to escape—power, control, and the erosion of personal freedoms.

*ೃ༄visuals.

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✦ ˚ — THE MAIN DISTRCITS

☆. MIRROR DISTRICT —

☆. U DISTRICT —

☆. DREAM DISTRICT —

☆. 127 DISTRICT —

[darkmaga-returns]

They told us the sky was falling.

That the Earth was dying. That unless we radically altered our way of life — stopped driving cars, eating meat, flying planes, having children, or heating our homes — we would face a planetary apocalypse. They told us that climate collapse was not a possibility, but a certainty. The imagery used was catastrophic and relentless: drowning cities, burning forests, mass extinctions, and unstoppable storms. Children were told their future was bleak, their dreams imperilled by the emissions of their parents. It wasn’t just a scientific message; it was a spiritual indictment — humanity cast as the original sinner, carbon its unforgivable transgression.

“Twelve years to save the Earth!” they cried. “Eighteen months left!” King Charles warned. Alarmist prophets of climate doom, from royal bloodlines to high-school icons, beat the drum of carbon repentance. They preached austerity for the many and indulgences for the few — a kind of modern ecological priesthood who demanded sacrifice, obedience, and faith in models that changed with the political wind. The message was clear: comply or be complicit in the planet’s demise. This culture of panic and blame has grown so entrenched that even the most unrelated natural events are recast as symptoms of our ecological sins.

Just recently, one self-proclaimed climate crusader went so far as to claim that the Hunga Tonga-Hunga Ha’apai volcanic eruption was caused by “climate change” — or maybe “pollution.” The details were fuzzy, but the passion was not. With the breathless certainty of a late-night infomercial guru, he declared a direct link between human emissions and seismic activity beneath the Pacific Ocean. Of course, no scientific evidence supports this claim. Yet in today’s ideological climate, facts are optional. If something happens — anything at all — it must be our fault. The dogma demands it.

[mysticstronomy]

DID LIFE EXIST ON VENUS??

Blog#429

Wednesday, August 21st 2024.

Welcome back,

The hellish planet Venus may have had a perfectly habitable environment for 2 to 3 billion years after the planet formed, suggesting life would have had ample time to emerge there, according to a new study.

In 1978, NASA's Pioneer Venus spacecraft found evidence that the planet may have once had shallow oceans on its surface. Since then, several missions have investigated the planet's surface and atmosphere, revealing new details on how it transitioned from an "Earth-like" planet to the hot, hellish place it is today.

It's believed that Venus may have been a temperate planet hosting liquid water for 2 to 3 billion years before a massive resurfacing event about 700 million years ago triggered a runaway greenhouse effect, which caused the planet's atmosphere to become incredibly dense and hot.

Researchers from NASA's Goddard Institute for Space Studies shared a series of five simulations that show what Venus' environment would be like based on different levels of water coverage.

All five of the simulations suggest Venus may have been able to maintain stable temperatures, ranging from a low of 68 degrees Fahrenheit (20 degrees Celsius) to a high of 122 degrees Fahrenheit (50 degrees Celsius), for about 3 billion years, according to a statement from the Europlanet Society.

"Our hypothesis is that Venus may have had a stable climate for billions of years," Michael Way, one of the study researchers, said in the statement. "It is possible that the near-global resurfacing event is responsible for its transformation from an Earth-like climate to the hellish hot-house we see today."

Under stable climate conditions, Venus would have been able to support liquid water and, in turn, possibly allow life to emerge. In fact, if the planet hadn't experienced the resurfacing event, it might have remained habitable today, the researchers said.

However, the resurfacing event triggered a series of incidents that caused a release, or outgassing, of carbon dioxide stored in the rocks of the planet. As a result, Venus' atmosphere became too dense and hot for life to survive.

Creating the different simulations involved adapting a 3D general-circulation model, which accounted for atmospheric compositions as they were 4.2 billion years ago and 715 million years ago, and as they are today. The model also accounts for the gradual increase in solar radiation, as the sun gets warmer over the course of its lifetime.

In addition, three of the five scenarios assumed the topography of Venus was similar to what it is today. In these scenarios, the ocean ranged from a shallow depth of about 30 feet (10 meters) to about 1,000 feet (310 m), with a small amount of water locked in the soil.

Originally published on https://www.space.com

COMING UP!!

(Saturday, August 24th, 2024)

"HOW POWERFUL IS DARK ENERGY??"

[theartsyphantom]

☆PINNED POST TIME☆

(we're just gonna ignore that this took me like 4 months to do 😃👍)

Sexuality: Oriented Aroace, Asexual, Greyromantic, Lesboy, Queer Platonic, ect

Gender: Non Binary, Demifluid(? or some multi gender identity), Transmasc, Stargender, maybe other xenogenders? (im not sure what ones yet)

Pronouns: they/he/star/crow/th☆y/il/iel/any other ones I may end up using (please ask) (I'm still learning about xenogenders and stuff)

Names: Ezzie (preferred name), Ezrael (long for Ezzie, pronounced Ez-reeul), Ez (moots only)

Interests: Good Omens, Scott Pilgrim vs the World, Heartstopper, The Mitchells vs the Machines, Stranger Things

Hobbies: Drawing, Piano, Band, Music in general, Graphic Design, making Kandi/friendship bracelets (not the type where you make the knots and it makes some pattern bc I can barely even tie my shoes), Curling, Swimming, Skating, procrastination, and more

Music: Chase Petra, Rabbitology, Yaelokre, Tally Hall, The Linda Lindas, Ricky Montgomery, Lemon Demon, Will Wood, Flawed Mangoes, Marina and The Diamonds, Ghost and Pals, Kacey Musgraves, Bo Burnham, TV Girl, Cigarettes After Sex, whatsaheart, Ghost, The Neighborhood, Taylor Swift, Mitski, Chappell Roan, Franz Ferdinand, Evanescence

Also music but (ik) the artist is problematic: Mr Kitty (but don't listen to his music in a way that directly supports him he touches kids and he's a groomer 🤮🤮 I'd recommend unofficial lyric vids if those even exist I literally dropped listening to anything of his after I found out so idk) (also my fave by him is glow but it is very obviously about committing suicide so be warned about that)

DNI: Homophobics, Racists, Sexists, anyone with THAT kind of 18+ account, non minors, Trump Supporters, Pedophiles, Ableists, Pro Life, Flat-Earthers, Zoophiles, Pro Israel, Fatphobics (im fat irl so if you have a problem with that then leave), and anyone else listed as DNI in my caption <3

Personality type: INFP-T

Likes: Pasta, the smell of rain, snow, walking in the rain, my friends, my best friends, my girlfriend, chemistry, science in general, music, maths, French, piano, daydreaming, sleeping in, warm blankets, cinnamon rolls, bread, patterned socks, doc Martin's, combat boots, thrifting, chunky jewelry, learning new things, seeing new places, band, falling in love platonically with my friends, the smell of wood smoke, earth tones, sage green, sunsets, rainy days in the middle of summer, a warm breeze

Dislikes: big crowds, being around large groups of people for too long, disassociating, derealization, global warming, climate change, closed minded people, catcalling, the texture of meat, any remotely gelatinous texture, the sound and feel and gritting/scratching, itchy tags in clothes, people who are mean just because, bullying, people who say slurs and shrug it off by saying "but I have a pass", creeps, the smell of cigarettes, fluorescent lights

Other: diagnosed ADHD, Anxiety, some childhood trauma, probably Depression, C-PTSD, OCD, and maybe autism(?), certified weird kid, bilingual (English and French), I question my identity literally every five seconds and it keeps getting more and more complex, I also hate myself but like that's kind of a downer, burned out gifted kid syndrome, "responsible role model" oldest child syndrome, and probably more that I'm forgetting

I'll try and edit it if/when anything changes or if I forgot something (im sure I did) :3

Love you all <3333 The☆Artsy☆Phantom

[mindblowingscience]

According to highly cited conventional models, cooling and a major drop in sea levels about 34 million years ago should have led to widespread continental erosion and deposited gargantuan amounts of sandy material onto the ocean floor. This was, after all, one of the most drastic climate transitions on Earth since the demise of the dinosaurs. Yet a new Stanford review of hundreds of studies going back decades contrastingly reports that across the margins of all seven continents, little to no sediment has ever been found dating back to this transition. The discovery of this globally extensive gap in the geologic record was published this week in Earth-Science Reviews.

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[wndaswife]

hm what’s you’re opinion (if you have one) on what you said happened at the end of your *spoiler* post? hopefully you know what i’m referring to lol like the thing

SPOILERS for the assessment under the read more (below i will talk about freud's child parent theories and gender theory related to that between mother and daughter identification)

to be clear about the specific event im talking about it's not so much a spoiler for the movie like it doesn't tell you a major plot point, as in it’s not a turning point for the movie, but talking about over arching themes may take the fun out of understanding the movie yourself. but it is kind of a shocking scene to me so to keep yourself shocked, don’t read the last two paragraphs

a major part of the movie is the couple grappling with what is real and what is fake (i guess), since the whole thing is how people made a new technological world to make up for an earth destroyed by climate change

but also there is one thing about the dynamic between the assessor and her 'parents' that was kind of random and i feel didn't really fit with the rest of the movie, which is the whole fruedian parent child relationship and maybe it's just my own brain because im really interested in him and his theories and also gender theory, but the whole time they were together i thought a lot about the daughter's relationship with her mother and father

to me i saw the assessor's relationship to her father as the typical freudian one, but with the mother i see a mother-daughter identification i see the daughter rejecting her identity as a female and thereby detests the mother (idk if this is freudian but i think it's possible in a society where gender roles and expectations can be viewed. but the issue with the whole parent role for me was that how can these gender roles be observed and acted upon if they live completely isolated from others in a day to day basis??? gender roles such as the child adopting freudian preference shouldn't have been possible, so the assessor i suppose had to implement her own gender biases which just seems unnecessary, but this movie isn't about that specifically so i suppose it's fine but still kinda meh for the whole parent child dynamic to be so freudian.. his theories r the most popular regarding that i guess)

and the mother seeing herself or an innocent version of ambition or vulnerability and purity in the child, and in mia's case this did not result in mutual hatred but empathy and also identification, since i think mia saw something natural and real about the way the assessor would behave like a child, going against typical norms, but also in the assessor herself as an adult and as a person

but also mia contrasts the whole of society and the fake world because she's really into things that are natural and real; she wants a real child and her whole profession is dedicated to botany and growing real, natural earth. i think she felt attraction to the assessor's vulnerability and 'realness,' and i suppose this is emphasized even more at the end-ish when she discusses this more (i won't say in what setting this happens because it's a big turning point for the movie)

so in interaction w the assessor in the way she did in a certain scene i think it was a very dangerous pull to something real and natural, away from her life from her husband (and it's no coincidence that his profession is that he's some kind of AI engineer or something that can make very realistic fake models of things). so she pulled away and felt guilty, but her kissing the assessor was symbolic of mia's natural pull to real things that go against a fabricated world, but also the point that the closer she becomes to this fake child and sees the difficulty of the things during the assessment, the further she pulls from fabricated reality

for fun i even see some wlw themes in this but so subtle and underlying

[chasseusedetoiles]

he must like me for me

twisted wonderland

rookvil

first/third year rookvil

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did a little thing with them, couldn't help but imagine how Vil felt during the time Rook decided to transfer to Pomefiore, and especially how he felt seeing Rook with his new hairstyle!! I love headcanoning Vil as the one who actually gave Rook the haircut...let's see if you like this! many thanks to @oncloudatlas for beta-ing this fic and for the lovely banner!💘💘💘

english is not my first language, please remember to be kind!❤️‍🩹

and lastly, enjoy!

It happened so fast his body registered it even before his mind.

There was a sudden breeze, the window opening, and the unmistakable sound of his feet touching the ground. It didn’t matter if there were many saying his steps didn’t produce any sound, saying he resembled more a ghost than a person. Vil heard his footsteps. Vil learnt to recognize the creak sound of Rook’s worn-out boots on the marble, the dull thud of his soles on the refined carpets of Pomefiore’s dorm. Vil learnt to perceive him, maybe in a way that was solely fabricated by his mind.

He still felt Rook was there.

“I wonder if you’re some kind of an expert in the art of cutting someone’s hair.”

Rook jumped in his room passing through the window, and Vil thought on how much he was lucky, that none of his roommates were present at the moment. If the dorm discovered the presence of a Savanaclaw student between its wall, little time would have passed for the entirety of Pomefiore to cease its existence. Not that Vil cared. After all, Rook didn’t possess a single pound of the arrogance of that dorm’s members. There was no need for his dormmates to lose their minds over Rook. 

Vil turned a little, abandoning his studies. If his roommates had plenty of time to adjust to magic, as their powers awakened at an early stage, Vil discovered them later. That world, for him, was completely new, and vast somehow. He struggled a bit in not falling behind, but luckily enough he didn’t have to sacrifice precious hours of sleep to study. He seemed, according to the professors, that magic came natural to him as it was breathing. 

However, Vil didn’t intend to slack off because of their praises, otherwise his reputation would’ve been affected in an irreparable way.

“I’m not an expert to the point I would trust myself with my own hair” Vil started saying. He moved the chair a little to look at Rook. Even thought the colors of the Savanaclaw uniform were so bright and warm in comparison to Pomefiore’s furniture, Rook seemed to him more at ease in the dorm than Pomefiore’s student directly selected by the Dark Mirror. Rook didn’t posses a single trace of fear in his eyes. There was only pure audacity, and maybe a bit of recklessness. Could there be someone without any glimpse of fear in his heart?

“But I’m quite good at cutting other’s hair for sure.”

“Merveilleux!” 

Rook got closer to him, and Vil caught him unrolling the page of a magazine hidden in his jeans’ pocket. But Vil got distracted by Rook’s scent. It was strong and stinging. Rook wasn’t really accustomed to perfumes, yet his scent seemed to mingle with the environment he immersed himself in. Rook smelled of musk, now. Of earth. Of rain. Which was bizarre, as in the campus rain wasn’t frequent. Especially in Savanaclaw. Vil came to know that the weather was controlled by a special barrier placed all around the school; rain, as snow too, was annoying to many, but the headmaster didn’t want them to forget the natural course of seasons, or something similar.

Vil would never forget that scent. Rook seemed to bathe in those perfumes who knew where, even if his dorm was known for the dry climate typical of the savanna.

Maybe it was, again, a joke of his own mind.

“How do you believe I would look with this haircut?”

Rook showed him the model’s profile printed in the page. The model’s hair was styled in a short bob, the effect simple but elegant. Near the main photo there was another one, with the haircut before the bob; the model had been completely transformed, as if he was under some kind of spell.

Vil’s eyes moved from the magazine to Rook, his mind trying to capture how the young man would’ve looked like with the new style.

How unfortunate, he caught himself thinking. Vil had, at least, the decency to not speaking his mind out loud. Rook’s hair was a disaster, burnt because of the sun and the lack of care. This didn’t mean his hair was ugly, though.  Rook’s hair was the color of the mature wheat, of the sun; it exuded warmth and strength together, even though everything appeared to the eye as a messy nest made by a distracted bird. Vil didn’t have any doubt; with the right care, Rook’s hair would’ve shined more than a diamond.

So, when Rook had proposed the new cut to him, Vil couldn’t help but thinking it.

How unfortunate. 

Thinking it, not saying it out loud. Not allowing his thoughts to gain a voice.

“I believe it would work fine” Vil found himself answering, in a cautious tone. Not to ruin Rook’s excitement, no. It seemed it was more to handle himself, actually.

“But it’s a very radical change. Are you sure?”

Rook was about to start jumping from joy. It was as if Vil’s next words missed his mind completely. Rook focused on his approval only, and Vil didn’t quite grasp why that excitement of Rook made him feel uncomfortable. He thought…no, it wasn’t a matter of importance. Vil silenced those words in his head, and came back to Rook.

“However, we will need a private space for the haircut. I can’t do it here, nor we can’t in your dorm. Only the Seven know how those beasts of your dormmates would react. I’m going to book the alchemy lab. You’re kindly requested to not being late.”

But he didn’t even have time to finish his sentences that Rook already vanished from the window, the door opening only to reveal one his roommates coming in. In the place once stood Rook, there was now a freshly picked rose. Vil collected the flower before someone could see it.

Professor Crewel was always delighted to leave the laboratory in the hand of a capable Pomefiore student, but he seemed even more pleased if Vil was the one asking for it. If that was for Vil’s reputation as a model or for his brilliant talent in alchemy, the boy couldn’t tell. He didn’t even care about it, actually. Vil only wanted to find a place to complete his task without interruptions.

Now, Rook sat diligently in front of a mirror, waiting patiently for Vil to start his work. They left the magazine’s photo on a stand so Vil could check it whenever he needed to. 

Vil felt agitated, but he knew he needed to calm himself, or Rook would’ve noticed it. Rook would notice his tension, that indecision of his, as if it was Vil the one under the scissors’ razors, and not Rook that was happy enough to sing a little tune.

“Why this decision so suddenly?” Vil asked in order to distract himself, to cover the sound of the scissors cutting the first lock. A bunch of frizzy hair fell to the ground, and Vil was almost scared to look at it. Why was he behaving in a such odd manner?

“Is it perhaps related to that scrappy idea of yours to change dorm?”

Rook talked about it to Vil before winter break. It had been a surreal conversation, ended in Rook filling the air with his laugh. 

Wouldn’t you love to have me as one of your dormmates? he asked with eyes shining fearless, eyes who belonged to someone who knew what he wanted, who knew how to obtain it even if it meant fighting an ancient magical artifact like the Dark Mirror.

No, Vil had answered, perplexed by Rook’s idea of following him in Pomefiore.

Rook then laughed, laughed against Vil’s eyes becoming more confuse, lost. For what reason you want to transfer to Pomefiore? Vil tormented himself with that question day and night long. You won’t like being too much near me.

That, he had never said it. Vil didn’t dare giving that thought a voice not even in his own dreams. Rook was the first person after a long time with whom created a sort of bond, if their talking, looking out for each other could’ve been defined like that. Rook was the first peer that didn’t stutter in his own words while talking to him, or that didn’t look at him with haughtiness, as if to protect himself from a light Vil was unable to see. 

Damn, even Pomefiore prefect seemed uneasy every time Vil talked to him. Rook had never had any problems with him.

But they knew each other so little-Vil didn’t know every thing about Rook, and Rook didn’t know every thing about Vil- and Vil thought, subconsciously, that it was supposed to be like that, to stay like that. That if Rook would dare to get too much closer to Vil, he would’ve discovered Vil’s light was actually an enormous expanse of darkness. Vil felt uncomfortable because Rook’s unpredictability made him uncomfortable. In a world where he managed to contain himself and his emotions, Rook made him derail from his tracks without leaving Vil the time to collect himself again. 

“That is not the only reason, I must admit it” that was Rook’s answer. The young man lowered his head without protesting when Vil pushed it abruptly.

“I believe I need a change of style. To hunt better, to enjoy the landscape during my walks, to change dorm. For myself.”

“For yourself” Vil echoed, perplexed. He doubted Rook was doing it solely for himself, but decided to not stress it.

“I honestly fail to imagine how my prefect would react” Vil kept going, in that plan of his to make Rook desist on his transfer. The headmaster, despite the initial shock, gave his approval, and Savanaclaw seemed ready to launch a party anytime soon after the news. Vil was left alone in that battle of persuading Rook to simply give up. To let Rook know that Vil wasn’t very enthusiastic about his transfer.

However, Rook was able to read Vil’s heart more than Vil was.

“These are not problems that concern me” Rook commented with eyes closed as Vil was fixing his bangs. They would turn out shorter than they were in the magazine, but time would’ve helped in letting them grow at the wanted length.

“They’re gonna hate you a lot” Vil kept saying.

You’re gonna hate me a lot, were the words stuck in his throat.

“I’ll survive” Rook laughed. For a brief moment, Vil felt that the sound of the scissors stopped burdening his heart.

-third year

A lot of time had passed since the day Vil fixed Rook’s hair. His overblot, then S.T.Y.X., and then again the Malleus’s thing got in between their ritual, and Vil felt the desperate need to resume that. Vil cancelled the club’s activities -it was a Friday, and the weather was nice enough to organize a little trip to the beach- and then called Rook in his own room to have him all for himself. 

Rook now sat in front of his desk mirror, with Vil checking for the haircut to turn out correctly.

From the balcony they came sounds of birds chipping, and the soft warmth of summer approaching.

“If we continue like that, you won’t be able to see a thing” Vil said. Rook kept himself still under Vil’s expert movements in the bangs fixing. They were now so long they  passed the line of Rook’s eyebrows.

Rook cared about his hair.

Rook cared in particular about that cut, but in the last months they let theirselves go a bit too much, and that was now the time to react.

When Vil finished his work, they stared at each other from the mirror. 

He reminisced the first time he saw Rook’s face becoming so light because of the new haircut. It had been a strange feeling. Rook had always been beautiful, but something, in Vil, suggested him that was wrong, that Rook wasn’t the one he came to know in a bench near Sam’s store. Now, the mirror reflection returned to him an image of Rook Vil learnt to know, to love. An image of Rook that belonged to him, to his daily life like the sound of Rook’s light footsteps, or the sound of his kisses.

Vil dived his face in Rook’s hair, and hugged Rook from behind.

“Mon amour” Rook laughed, clinging to his hands.

“Is everything okay?”

Vil found himself slowly nodding, breathing in the scent of Rook’s hair, of Rook. He still smelled of musk, earth, and rain. How did he do without using perfumes was still a mystery to Vil. Perhaps, Vil simply associated those scents to Rook.

“Can we stay like this a little bit longer?” Vil asked. Maybe it was stupid, but he didn’t want to move. Not from that nice place, not from that hold, not from his room in where Rook sat on a stool and looked at him with a gentle smile.

The emerald eyes looking at him were the same of that day.

“As long as you wish, my beautiful Vil.”

Those eyes had always loved him.