#ch: Theta

[cursedbeasts]

Digital watercolor of Theta

2023

Commissions

[shieldofiron]

Vibe Check Ch 21

Button Mashing

Also on Ao3 here and tumblr here

Note: This fic is moving from M to E rating in a few chapters if you've been following on Tumblr.

Billy and Steve had a surefire way of banishing heartbreak.

Back when they were Billy and Steve.

The thought brings down a fresh pang of misery as Steve climbs the steps to Theta house, his boots crunching on the thin layer of ice and snow that they hadn’t managed to scrape off the sidewalk.

He’d wallowed for two days in Robin’s room, “girlrotting” as she called it. That was all that he could really reasonably allow himself with class starting up in a few days. Robin had been great, but everything she did to help just reminded him of the first time Billy’d helped him through a breakup.

“You’re a problem solver. All this lying around doing jack shit won’t help,” Billy’d said while sitting on the edge of Steve’s bed, tugging uselessly at Steve’s ankle.

“The problem is that Nancy said I’m b-bullshit,” Steve had warbled.

“I call bullshit on her bullshit. Come on. I got just the thing.”

Steve steps inside, kicks off his shoes and rounds the corner to the den before stopping short. It takes him a moment to orient himself in the moment because Billy’s here too, and there in the past. It feels like a cruel trick that he doesn’t even get a few minutes to himself.

Billy’s smile is tentative. “Hey. You’re back.”

“Hey. Uh, yeah.”

“I was starting to think I really pissed you off. Like you were on some kinda anti-breakfast crusade.” Billy tried to laugh but it’s not funny. Steve can hear the threads of rejection in Billy’s voice and a fresh whirl of guilt swirls with all the anger in his stomach.

“No! I… no. It wasn’t about that, at all.” Steve says quickly. “I’m sorry, I was a dick. You know I’m a dick.”

“Yeah, I know.” Billy says. “You wanna… play something?”

It’s basically all he came back to do, but Steve tries to shrug like it’s no big deal.

It’s not that they only play when Steve gets dumped… but after that first time it just turned into a habit.

“Problem solving?” Steve had said years ago.

“Trust me, Baby,” Billy had said, which had rattled around in Steve’s brain for way too long.

He remembers blushing too, because the baby had gone right to his head. Now he just wonders how he ever thought he didn’t have feelings for Billy.

Maybe because Billy was always there. It was only since Steve realized his true feelings did he conceptualize that there could be a world where Billy wouldn’t be there. Wouldn’t be around, always all up in Steve’s business.

And then he’d seen Carver kiss Billy and the floor had dropped out entirely from under Steve’s feet.

Which made Steve the worst, most vile sort of friend. He’s like one of those “nice guys” who only make friends with girls to get in their pants.

And with what Billy has been through with his dad… that’s the last thing he needs. Billy needs to be happy, and if Carver made him happy, then it should make Steve happy too.

“How’s Carver?” Steve offers, sitting down next to Billy and watching him navigate to the two player mode, so Steve couldn’t be tempted to look at Billy’s face.

“He’s so fuckin’ happy,” Billy says rolling his eyes, and then gasps, grabbing Steve’s arm hard.

Steve looks, he can’t help it. The blue off Billy’s eyes burns like looking directly into the sun.

“What?” Steve asks weakly.

“I… shit, I can’t tell you.” Billy gnaws at his lip.

They must be keeping it some kind of secret, which makes Steve feel viciously angry and blessedly relieved all at once. At least it won’t be rubbed in his face every minute.

“Munson’s back,” Billy says at last.

So Carver has his best friend and Steve’s best friend. That’s just great for him.

“Cool.” Steve mutters as he shakes Billy off and viciously jams down the select button for whatever random character he landed on.

When the fight begins he attacks Billy and he attacks hard, never letting up for even a second.

“Damn, princess. I thought you weren’t mad at me.”

“Just playing the game,” Steve mutters. But he can’t help but get a perverse burst of satisfaction when his character hurls an axe through Billy’s character’s chest.

That’s for making me cry, Steve thinks as he mashes the combo for fatality.

“Looks like you got some fire in you today,” Billy says, his voice dripping with competitive glee. He’s not getting beat so badly, though he’s playing as ghostface. And like, who plays as ghostface?

“Ugh,” Steve tosses his controller into his lap when Billy wins the second round.

“You gonna let me win round three? I mean, ok, if you’re offering,” Billy says, teasing.

Steve scowls. “Fuck you.”

His stomach feels like it's full of rocks, but he’s winning, and then winning the rematch. All the moves start to blur together and he fumbles the next one, falling back into blocks when Billy turns out his fatality, stabbing Steve from the front and the back, and then turning it into a movie that Steve is watching while he gets stabbed again.

“Come on,” Steve roars. “Rematch!”

“Stevie, chill.” Billy chuckles.

“Rematch, let’s fucking go.” He means to say it jokingly, to walk back his pushiness. But it comes out too harsh, jagged in his throat.

Billy snorts. “Ok, you’re on.”

But he doesn’t sound all the way into it. Probably wishes he was off kissing his new boyfriend at the library in front of everybody. Won’t even tell Steve that he’s gay, but for Jason Carver it all gets a whole lot easier.

He probably won’t even hang out with Steve as much anymore, which is bullshit of the highest order because Steve always makes time, even if he has a girlfriend.

Steve’s eyes burn as he stares at the screen like he could burn a hole in it. He’s brutal, hammering Billy without mercy.

Because maybe this is all stupid. Staying up nights crying because he’s broken into a million pieces and lost. And then he comes home to this fucker with a big white smile like nothing’s wrong. Some fucking best friend, he can’t even see that Steve’s heart is broken.

His eyes start misting up after he takes Billy down for the fifth time but he ignores it, swiping at his eyes with his sleeve and playing on.

Steve should have known that he didn’t matter to Billy, but he was stupid, and blinded by Billy’s attention. All of the posturing about being on Steve’s team when they played and crawling into each other’s beds and helping each other through breakups and…

“Finish him!” The game prompts Billy.

Billy chuckled. “Oh, believe me. I always finish them.” His voice dripped with innuendo. It wasn’t a joke they hadn’t made before but it itched at Steve’s neck now like nothing else.

“Can you take this seriously?” Steve barely even looked as Billy’s character stabbed him one last time.

His world is ending and some fuck stupid off brand Scream theme is playing and his skin is prickling all over from Billy’s proximity and he just can’t take it anymore.

It takes a second for Billy’s shit eating grin to fall.

“Stevie, chill. It’s a game where coins are spelled with a K. It’s giving Kim Kardashian, I don’t think there’s a way to be serious about it.”

Steve tosses his controller down, wincing a little when it makes a loud crack.

“It’s not stupid!”

“I never said it was stupid,” Billy says slowly.

“I can tell what you’re thinking, Billy. Because I know you.” Steve mutters.

“What’s your problem, man?” Billy huffs, throwing his own controller down. 

“Nothing!’ Steve shakes his head.

“Really? Really? Because you tell me everything’s going to be ok and then you fuck off for days,” Billy crosses his arms over his chest, looking a little smaller.

“I… I didn’t.” Steve deflates immediately. “I just… I wanted to hang out with Robin a little. I’m sorry, Bils. I just got really into the game.”

Billy doesn’t reply right away, and Steve notices there are dark circles under Billy’s eyes. Probably from staying up late with Jason.

The sour feeling in his stomach threatens to pull Steve under again but he resists with everything he’s got. His jealousy won’t change a damn thing, but it could push Billy away. And as angry as Steve is, it’s still the worst thing Steve can imagine

He reaches out, a little hesitantly, and touches Billy’s arm so gently. Billy’s in one of his old shirts, something soft and cozy that reminds Steve of drunken cuddles and hazy wishes.

“It’s my shit. My problem. And it’s not with you, really, ok? I gotta… gotta work on my shit. My temper.” Steve says with a hard swallow.

“You’re seriously giving me the ‘it’s not you, it’s me?’”

“Well, it is me, Billy, I swear to god.”

Billy’s eyes still look wary, red-rimmed in a way that makes the blue stand out even more vividly. His mouth is still a stubborn line like it was in the bathroom. Like he’s trying to tough it out again, and that shakes Steve to his core.

And he also really should not look at Billy’s mouth, at the dim den light glinting off of the chain at the hollow of Billy’s throat.

Steve just wants him so badly. He wants this, the shit talking over games and the rumpled comfort… and he also wants to taste Billy over and over, to stand in the thunderstorm and open his mouth and taste everything.

It’s physically painful to tear his gaze away from Billy’s lips but he manages somehow, pulling his hands back like he’s been burned.

When he finally gets the courage to meet Billy’s eyes, at least the wounded look has gone. But Billy has his head cocked to one side, appraising Steve like he can see right into his twisting inner thoughts.

“Steve-” Billy begins, and his tone makes Steve flinch. He sounds so… sorry. Like he knows. Like he can tell.

Steve’s heart is pounding so badly he can barely hear the shitty heavy metal of the game.

“So, rematch?” Steve looks down and hastily grabs for the controller, shuffling a little further away.

It takes a moment, but when Billy replies, Steve can hear a smile in his voice. “Sure, Stevie.”

Steve isn’t quite sure if he’s really wanting to play another game, but he hits the x anyway.

[itsmelloww]

On Viper and Damemaru (ch. 40+ big spoilers!!!!!)

I keep thinking about Lightning Viper and Damemaru -

Genuinely can't wait to get more context on the background of these two, but Viper in particular has me guessing so much cause based on what he's said, he's planning on creating 'demons' out of the jars of the lighting heads (or whatever theyre called drc) ; He also mentions how he is certain of the 'Demon King's' existence and will be able to prove it scientifically.

I don't think these are random word choices - It seems to me that Viper has found solid proof that has inspired such deep devotion to this 'Demon King', and based off the description i am 99% it refers to Chidaruma (it would only make sense). And demons in general to refer to devils.

This would be huge because once we see what he creates or at least what proof he has, that could give us context on the state of the Dorohedoro universe, i.e. magic world and hole.

A big thing for me is that we don't know how far into the future (?) Dai Dark is set from the events of Drhdr so i keep wondering what's the state of the magic realm and hole , and if the Devils are still a thing, or idk what.

On that note (just rambling now), i think Hayashida has set up such a FASCINATING dynamic here where Viper betrayed Damemaru , while worshiping Chidaruma who is pretty much Damemaru......

Theta's comment feels like foreshadowing honestly.

Love all the characters so far but Damemaru is my main main main main focus here so im really excited to see how the story line develops for these 3 scientist nerds.

[nowjumpinthewater]

Chapter 1

The greek alphabet:

α - alpha, the letter a

β - beta, the letter b

γ - gamma, g

δ - delta, d

ε - epsilon, short e

ζ - zeta, z

η - eta, long e

θ - theta, th

ι - iota, i

κ - kappa, k

λ - lambda, l

μ - mu, m

ν - nu, n

ξ - xi, x

ο - omicron, short o

π - pi, p

ρ - rho, r

σ - sigma, s

ς - sigma, s (but only at the end of letters)

τ - tau, t

υ - upsilon, u/y

φ - phi, f

χ - chi, ch (like in the word loch)

ψ - psi, ps (like in eclipse)

ω - omega, long o

Greek doesn't have the letter h, so when words start with a vowel, there is an accent to show either smooth breathing or rough breathing.

for example :

ó - rough breathing

ò - smooth breathing

when a word starts with rough breathing, it means it has a h in front of it.

when iota follows a long alpha, eta or omega, then it is written in miniature form underneath. This is called iota subscript

Present tense:

I - ω

you - εις

he/she/it - ει

we - ομεν

you pl - ετε

they - ουσι(ν)

The 3rd person plural form has a moveable nu at the end. This means that when the word after the verb starts with a vowel or if the verb is at the end of the sentence, then it has a nu at the end. If not, the ending is just ουσι.

Declensions

In greek, a nouns ending reflects its role in the sentence, or its case.

There are 4 cases in greek

nominative - the subject

Accusative - the object (also used for expressing time, and certain prepositions)

Genitive - possession and some prepositions

Dative - to or for and also for some prepositions

The (main) endings for first declension are as follows

sg

nom - η

acc - ην

gen - ης

dat -  ῃ

pl

nom - αι

acc -  ας

gen - ων

dat - αις

And the endings for second declension are:

sg

nom - ος (or ον if neuter)

acc - ον

gen - ου

dat -   ῳ

pl

nom - οι (or α if neuter)

acc -  ους (or α if neuter)

gen - ων

dat - οις

Articles

Greek also has the definite article (translated as "the") which must agree to the noun it is describing in case, gender and number.

Here is the definite article in greek:

sg m f n

nom - ό ή το

acc - τον την το

gen - του της του

dat - τῳ τῃ τῳ

pl m f n

nom - όι άι τα

acc - τους τας τα

gen - των των των

dat - τoις ταις τoις

These are extremely similar to the declension endings but with a tau at the beginning

Negatives

Negatives are formed with the word ου, which changes to ουκ before a vowel with smooth breathing and ουχ before a vowel with rough breathing

ooooh thank you!!

this is all very interesting.... the declinations are super cool glad there doesn't seem to be that many!!!

thanks for writing all this out :O

[apollopythios]

Okay, here's a thread on "how to read the Greek alphabet?"

The Greek alphabet consists of 24 letters:

α,β,γ,δ,ε,ζ,η,θ,ι,κ,λ,μ,ν,ξ,ο,π,ρ,σ;ς,τ,υ,φ,χ,ψ,ω.

So here we go:

Α,α-alfa [a]

Β,β-beta[b]

Γ,γ-gamma [g]

Δ,δ- delta [d]

Ε,ε-epsilon[e;short]

Ζ,ζ-dzeta [dz]

Η,η-eta[e;long]

Θ,θ-theta [th]

Ι,ι-jota[i]

Κ,κ-kappa [k]

Λ,λ-lambda[l]

Μ,μ-mi [m]

Ν,ν-ni [n]

Ξ, ξ- ksi [ks]

Ο,ο-omikron [o;short]

Π,π-pi [p]

Ρ,ρ- ro [r]

Σ,σ(at beginning and in the middle), ς(in the end)-sigma [s]

Τ,τ-tau [t]

Υ,υ-ypsilon [y]

Φ,φ-phi [f or ph]

Χ,χ-khi [ch or kh]

Ψ,ψ-psi [ps]

Ω,ω-omega[o;long]

[compneuropapers]

Interesting Papers for Week 34, 2024

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The dynamic state of a prefrontal–hypothalamic–midbrain circuit commands behavioral transitions. Chen, C., Altafi, M., Corbu, M.-A., Trenk, A., van den Munkhof, H., Weineck, K., … Ponomarenko, A. (2024). Nature Neuroscience, 27(5), 952–963.

Transformation of Motion Pattern Selectivity from Retina to Superior Colliculus. DePiero, V. J., Deng, Z., Chen, C., Savier, E. L., Chen, H., Wei, W., & Cang, J. (2024). Journal of Neuroscience, 44(20), e1704232024.

Distributed representations of prediction error signals across the cortical hierarchy are synergistic. Gelens, F., Äijälä, J., Roberts, L., Komatsu, M., Uran, C., Jensen, M. A., … Canales-Johnson, A. (2024). Nature Communications, 15, 3941.

Learning‐induced bidirectional enhancement of inhibitory synaptic metaplasticity. Kundu, S., Paul, B., Reuevni, I., Lamprecht, R., & Barkai, E. (2024). Journal of Physiology, 602(10), 2343–2358.

Retuning of hippocampal representations during sleep. Maboudi, K., Giri, B., Miyawaki, H., Kemere, C., & Diba, K. (2024). Nature, 629(8012), 630–638.

Encoding Manual Dexterity through Modulation of Intrinsic α Band Connectivity. Maddaluno, O., Della Penna, S., Pizzuti, A., Spezialetti, M., Corbetta, M., de Pasquale, F., & Betti, V. (2024). Journal of Neuroscience, 44(20), e1766232024.

Simultaneous, cortex-wide dynamics of up to 1 million neurons reveal unbounded scaling of dimensionality with neuron number. Manley, J., Lu, S., Barber, K., Demas, J., Kim, H., Meyer, D., … Vaziri, A. (2024). Neuron, 112(10), 1694-1709.e5.

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Biases in hand perception are driven by somatosensory computations, not a distorted hand model. Peviani, V. C., Miller, L. E., & Medendorp, W. P. (2024). Current Biology, 34(10), 2238-2246.e5.

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Theta and alpha oscillations in human hippocampus and medial parietal cortex support the formation of location‐based representations. Satish, A., Keller, V. G., Raza, S., Fitzpatrick, S., & Horner, A. J. (2024). Hippocampus, 34(6), 284–301.

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[andrewminyardlawyer]

Okay, here u are nitka na temat: "jak czytać alfabet grecki?"

Alfabet grecki składa się z 24 liter:

α,β,γ,δ,ε,ζ,η,θ,ι,κ,λ,μ,ν,ξ,ο,π,ρ,σ;ς,τ,υ,φ,χ,ψ,ω.

A więc zaczynamy: Α,α-alfa [a]

Β,β-beta[b]

Γ,γ-gamma [g]

Δ,δ- delta [d]

Ε,ε-epsilon[e;krótkie]

Ζ,ζ-dzeta [dz]

Η,η-eta[e;długie]

Θ,θ-theta [th]

Ι,ι-jota[i]

Κ,κ-kappa [k]

Λ,λ-lambda[l]

Μ,μ-mi [m]

Ν,ν-ni [n]

Ξ, ξ- ksi [ks]

Ο,ο-omikron [o;krótkie]

Π,π-pi [p]

Ρ,ρ- ro [r]

Σ,σ(na początku i w środku wyrazu), ς(na końcu)-sigma [s]

Τ,τ-tau [t]

Υ,υ-ypsilon [y]

Φ,φ-phi [f lub tak jak czytali starogrecy ph]

Χ,χ-khi [ch lub tak jak czytali starogrecy kh]

Ψ,ψ-psi [ps]

Ω,ω-omega[o;długie]

[usquequodomine1958]

The Ichthys (or Ichthus), derived from the Greek word ikhthū́s (ἰχθύς), is a Christian symbol consisting of two intersecting arcs that form the shape of a fish. The right side extends beyond the meeting point, resembling a fish profile.

In early Christianity, the Ichthys served as a secret sign among believers, particularly during times of persecution. More than just a visual representation, the Greek letters ΙΧΘΥΣ (or ΙΧΘΥϹ with a lunate sigma) form an acronym for:

I (Iota – Ἰησοῦς, Iēsoûs) – Jesus

Ch (Chi – Χρῑστός, Khrīstós) – Christ (Anointed One)

Th (Theta – Θεοῦ, Theoû) – of God

Y (Ypsilon – Υἱός, (H)uiós) – Son

S (Sigma – Σωτήρ, Sōtḗr) – Saviour

Together, this phrase translates as "Jesus Christ, God's Son, Saviour.

[kelasmotivasi]

Bebas dari Stres dan Kecemasan dengan Hipnoterapi Ginanjar Budhiraharja, MM, CH, CHt, CI

Apakah Anda sering merasa gelisah, sulit fokus, atau mudah tersinggung akibat tekanan hidup? Stres dan kecemasan bisa menjadi musuh terbesar bagi kesehatan mental dan fisik jika tidak segera ditangani.

Beruntung, ada metode yang telah terbukti efektif membantu mengatasi stres secara alami, tanpa efek samping: hipnoterapi. Teknik ini telah digunakan secara luas untuk membantu individu mencapai ketenangan pikiran dan meningkatkan kualitas hidup mereka.

Apa Itu Hipnoterapi dan Bagaimana Cara Kerjanya?

Hipnoterapi adalah teknik terapi yang menggunakan hipnosis untuk membawa seseorang ke dalam kondisi relaksasi mendalam, di mana pikiran bawah sadar menjadi lebih reseptif terhadap sugesti positif.

Dalam kondisi ini, individu dapat mengubah pola pikir yang menghambat mereka, mengurangi kecemasan, meningkatkan rasa percaya diri, dan mengatasi berbagai ketakutan atau trauma yang tersembunyi.

Hipnoterapi bukan manipulasi pikiran, melainkan metode ilmiah yang membantu seseorang memahami dan mengendalikan reaksi emosional mereka dengan lebih baik.

Manfaat Hipnoterapi untuk Mengatasi Stres dan Kecemasan

Hipnoterapi telah digunakan secara luas untuk membantu individu dalam berbagai aspek kehidupan. Berikut adalah beberapa manfaat utamanya:

1. Menurunkan Tingkat Stres Secara Alami

Hipnoterapi membantu mengaktifkan respons relaksasi tubuh, menurunkan produksi hormon stres seperti kortisol, dan menggantinya dengan perasaan tenang dan damai.

2. Mengatasi Gangguan Kecemasan dan Serangan Panik

Bagi mereka yang sering mengalami kecemasan berlebih atau serangan panik, hipnoterapi membantu mengubah pola pikir yang menjadi pemicu dan mengajarkan cara menghadapi situasi stres dengan lebih tenang.

3. Meningkatkan Kualitas Tidur

Stres sering kali menyebabkan insomnia atau gangguan tidur lainnya. Dengan hipnoterapi, pikiran menjadi lebih rileks, sehingga tidur menjadi lebih nyenyak dan berkualitas.

4. Memperbaiki Konsentrasi dan Fokus

Banyak orang mengalami kesulitan berkonsentrasi akibat stres dan kecemasan. Hipnoterapi membantu meningkatkan kemampuan fokus dan daya ingat, sehingga lebih mudah dalam menyelesaikan pekerjaan dan tugas sehari-hari.

5. Meningkatkan Rasa Percaya Diri

Hipnoterapi membantu mengubah pemikiran negatif tentang diri sendiri, sehingga meningkatkan kepercayaan diri dalam berbagai aspek kehidupan, termasuk karier dan hubungan sosial.

Mengapa Hipnoterapi di Bali Menjadi Pilihan Terbaik?

Bali bukan hanya terkenal sebagai destinasi wisata, tetapi juga sebagai pusat terapi holistik dan pengobatan alami. Banyak praktisi hipnoterapi profesional di Bali yang menawarkan metode terbukti efektif dan aman untuk membantu individu mengatasi stres dan kecemasan.

Beberapa pusat hipnoterapi terpercaya di Bali antara lain:

1. Mind Harmony Hypnotherapy – Denpasar

Mind Harmony Hypnotherapy menawarkan pendekatan berbasis sains untuk membantu klien mengatasi stres, kecemasan, dan trauma emosional.

2. Theta Medika Hipnoterapi

Dengan tim terapis berpengalaman, Theta Medika Hipnoterapi membantu individu menemukan ketenangan batin dan keseimbangan mental melalui teknik hipnoterapi yang teruji.

Bagaimana Sesi Hipnoterapi Berlangsung?

Jika Anda tertarik mencoba hipnoterapi tetapi masih ragu, berikut adalah gambaran tentang bagaimana sesi hipnoterapi biasanya dilakukan:

1. Konsultasi Awal

Terapis akan mengajak Anda berbicara tentang masalah dan tujuan terapi yang ingin dicapai.

2. Induksi Hipnosis

Anda akan dibimbing untuk memasuki kondisi rileks yang dalam melalui teknik pernapasan atau visualisasi.

3. Eksplorasi Pikiran Bawah Sadar

Dalam keadaan hipnosis, terapis membantu Anda mengakses pikiran bawah sadar untuk mengidentifikasi dan mengatasi sumber stres atau kecemasan.

4. Pemberian Sugesti Positif

Terapis akan memberikan sugesti yang bertujuan untuk mengubah pola pikir negatif menjadi lebih sehat dan positif.

5. Evaluasi dan Tindak Lanjut

Setelah sesi selesai, Anda akan diberikan latihan atau rekomendasi untuk membantu mempertahankan hasil terapi dalam kehidupan sehari-hari.

Apakah Hipnoterapi Aman dan Efektif?

Hipnoterapi adalah metode yang 100% aman dan tanpa efek samping jika dilakukan oleh terapis profesional. Ini bukan sihir atau manipulasi pikiran, melainkan proses ilmiah yang memungkinkan seseorang untuk mengakses potensi pikiran bawah sadar mereka untuk mencapai perubahan positif.

Saatnya Mengambil Kendali atas Hidup Anda

Jika stres dan kecemasan mulai mengganggu kualitas hidup Anda, hipnoterapi bisa menjadi solusi alami yang efektif. Dengan pendekatan yang aman, ilmiah, dan terbukti berhasil, Anda dapat kembali menikmati hidup dengan lebih tenang dan bahagia.

Jangan biarkan stres menguasai hidup Anda! Jika Anda tertarik mencoba hipnoterapi di Bali, segera hubungi penyedia layanan terpercaya untuk mendapatkan konsultasi lebih lanjut.

[pogirosary]

We’ve probably all seen it at one point or another, whether it be on the bumper of a car, a business card, or religious artworks. The ichthys, also known colloquially as the “Jesus fish,” has been a symbol representing Jesus Christ for nearly the entire history of the Church. What does this symbol actually mean, and how did it come to represent our Lord?

The ichthys consists of two intersecting arcs that extend pass their intersection to resemble a fish.

The ichthys first started appearing in Catholic art and literature around the second century A.D. By the end of the second century it was popular among followers of the Church and became widespread across the globe by the fourth century. According to tradition, the fish symbol is rooted during the early years of the Church when those who followed the Lord faced intense religious persecution. The symbol would allow them to quickly identify if they were in safe company, and it was also used to discretely mark gathering places and tombs. Some say that when a Catholic was faced with a stranger in a road, they would draw one half of the arc in the dirt. If the stranger completed the symbol by drawing the other arc, they both knew they were safe in each others company.

Why a fish? Historians most likely think it is a reference to Feeding the Multitude, where Jesus performs a miracle feeding thousands with only a few fish. Another probable explanation is stems from when Jesus recruits Peter and Andrew, saying he will make them fishers of men.

“As he passed by the Sea of Galilee, he saw Simon and his brother Andrew casting their nets into the sea; they were fishermen. Jesus said to them, ‘Come after me, and I will make you fishers of men.'” – Mark 1:16-17

The term ichthys, is actually a Greek acronym translating into English to mean Jesus Christ, Son of God, Savior.

• Iota (i) is the first letter of Iēsous (Ἰησοῦς), Greek for “Jesus” • Chi (ch) is the first letter of Christos (Χριστός), Greek for “anointed” • Theta (th) is the first letter of Theou (Θεοῦ), Greek for “God” • Upsilon (y) is the first letter of hyios (Υἱός), Greek for “Son” • Sigma (s) is the first letter of sōtēr (Σωτήρ), Greek for “Savior”

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[janmisali]

Cyrillic English (more detailed description)

a while ago I made a post showing off a system I came up with for writing English in Cyrillic, while still preserving the wacky features of English orthography we all know and love. I never actually bothered formally defining how it’s supposed to work though beyond just a few key details, so let’s do that now!

most letters are replaced one-to-one. while there is some consideration given to how words are pronounced, it’s important for spellings that don’t make sense in the Latin orthography to still not make sense.

(this chart ignores digraphs, which I’ll get to in a sec)

most of these mappings are the exact thing someone who knows how to read the Cyrillic alphabet would expect, but here’s some things worth pointing out:

the two transcriptions for c are used for “hard c” (/k/) and “soft “c” (/s/), with c /s/ transcribed as though it were pronounced [ts]

in the original post I transcribed “language” with дж for “soft g”, but since the pronunciation of g in English is far less predictable than c, having a separate thing for soft g feels too much like it’s fixing broken spellings, so I’m retconning that out of this system

e is written with the “soft sign” when it’s silent. much like silent e in English, the Cyrillic letter ь is something that used to be pronounced as a vowel but now indicates a change in pronunciation of other nearby letters

for those used to Russian spelling, yes, е is being used for normal e and not for “ye”. since e in English does cause “palatalization” on consonants before it (soft c and g), I think this is fine.

h is transcribed as though it were pronounced /x/, but see below for digraphs

the distinction between k and q is lost, with no special case given for <qu> (it’s just transcribed as though it were <ku>)

s is always с, even when it’s voiced

u is transcribed with ю when it’s pronounced like /juː/, as in кють “cute” (or reduced versions of this as in прессюрь “pressure”), and with у in all other contexts

w is given the letter ў (short u), a letter that doesn’t appear in Russian but really is just the most sensible way to write /w/ in Cyrillic

x is transcribed with the sequence кз (kz), regardless of pronunciation

y is written as й (short i) as a consonant, including when it appears as part of a digraph as in плай “play”, and as ы (yery) as a vowel

this stuff is pretty basic. the biggest change is with digraphs. languages written with Cyrillic don’t use digraphs nearly as often as languages written with the Latin alphabet, so those should be dealt with.

the digraphs ph, th, and ch were introduced into the Latin alphabet to transcribe the Greek letters phi, theta, and chi. when they are pronounced the way they are in Greek loanwords (regardless of actual etymology), these three digraphs are transcribed using the Cyrillic letters that directly descend from the Greek letters they are meant to represent. this includes the archaic letter ѳ (fita), the most direct analogue to English <th> in the Cyrillic script.

for normal ch (and the “soft” ch of relatively recent French loans, while we’re at it), the letter ч is the best fit, and similarly ш makes perfect sense for sh.

wh is transcribed as though it were always pronounced /hw/, including in words like “who” where it definitely is not /hw/.

gh is either transcribed like normal g (when pronounced as such) or as /x/. х is used when gh is silent (as in ѳроух “through”) or pronounced like /f/ (as in роух “rough”), transcribed according to the historical pronunciation of these words.

then finally, while <ya> is not really a digraph in English in any meaningful sense, using Cyrillic and not making use of the letter я just feels plain wrong, so it’s used for words like Янкее (Yankee).

these digraph rules depend partially on pronunciation, not entirely spelling, so like “lighthouse” is лихтхоусь with a тх rather than *лихѳоусь with a ѳ.

[softprettything]

late bloomer, ch 7

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Fandom: OHSHC

Pairing: Kyoya/Reader

Tags: 18+, A/B/O Dynamics, College AU, Fake Dating, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slice of Life, Eventual Smut

Summary: Nobody ever said falling in love with your best friend would be easy.

Taglist (new!): @silverhetdanes @lampalooza

late bloomer, ch 7

“There’s my girl,” Kaoru crows as soon as he spots you. At a look from Hikaru, he amends, “Our girl,” and pulls you into a hug. Low in your ear, he says, “Not Haruhi’s, but…”

You push away. “If you’re going to be a dick, I’ll just head home.”

“Noooo,” he whines.

“Ignore him, (Y/N).” Hikaru pops around your other shoulder. “He was three shots in before he even reached the pregame.”

“Yeah, which means she has some catching up to do!” Kaoru offers the red solo cup currently in his hand, full of whatever godawful concoction the Thetas have thrown together this time.

You shake your head, and he pouts at you. “You know my rule.”

“Never drink the jungle juice,” the three of you say in tandem.

Kaoru rolls his eyes, but takes the cup back, at least, knocking back most of its contents in one gulp. You can’t help but wince. Kaoru’s always had the strongest capacity for liquor of anyone you know, which makes you incredibly concerned for his health past graduation. “Spoken like someone who’s never really lived,” he says.

“Spoken like someone who wants to have a working liver when I’m thirty.”

“There’s some canned drinks in the kitchen, I think.” Hikaru says. “Want us to show you?”

“Nah, you can stay here. I’ll be right back.”

You push through the dark and sweaty room and are relieved to make it to the kitchen, which isn’t quite empty but is at least marginally less crowded. You pop open a watermelon seltzer and try to breathe.

“You sure that’s a good idea?”

You almost jump at the sound of his voice. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” Kyoya says. He’s leaning against the counter, looking relatively casual in a sweater and slacks. Not exactly frat-party attire, but at least it’s a departure from the suit. “You know overconsumption of alcohol can lead to fainting.”

You roll your eyes, and take a sip of your drink for good measure. A few sips. If Kyoya Ootori is going to try and engage you in some section-asshole-pedantry in the middle of a Theta party, you’d like to be as drunk as humanly possible. “I appreciate the concern, but I doubt one White Claw every three months is going to make me blackout.”

“You don’t drink a lot, then.”

“Are you surprised?”

“Maybe.” If it was anyone else, you would think he was teasing you. But he sounds so serious. Everything he says sounds so serious, and its seriously starting to get on your nerves.

“What, you had me pegged as an alcoholic?”

“Never mind.” He moves to take a sip of own drink, and you raise a brow, looking from the (mostly full) cup to his face. “Vodka and Sprite,” he says by way of explanation. You can tell by the wince on his face after he sips that he’s telling the truth. “Terrible.”

You can’t help but laugh. “What were you expecting, scotch? Or apple juice?”

“Right now I’d take either,” he says. “Gladly. It’d be leagues better than this.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Vodka and Sprite?”

“What you’re doing here,” you correct him. “I’ve never seen someone who looks like they’ve been to less parties in my life.”

“Unlike you, a true connoisseur,” he says, eyeing your can. “How you can make it through one of these with nothing but a White Claw every three months is beyond me.”

“Oh. No, I was dragged here by some friends. I’m not really a party person, either.” You angle your head in the direction of the living room/dance floor. “I wish I was. I mean, they’re good if I’m in the mood, which usually involves being drunk off more than a seltzer.”

“How do you feel about shots?”

“What happened to overconsumption of alcohol can lead to fainting? ” He shrugs. You blink up at him. “I’m not opposed.”

He reaches over your shoulder, and you flinch before realizing that he’s just trying to get at the drinks on the kitchen island. Only at fancy-ass Ouran would the Greek life kids be able to afford a house like this, you can’t help but think. You step aside to allow him better access, and take the opportunity to get a better look at him. He’s not bad-looking. He doesn’t have the type of vitality that Tamaki has, nor is he intimidatingly buff; but he’s tall, and well-dressed, and his shoulders press against the fabric of his shirt in a way that implies a bit of lean muscle. His face looks as though it should be committed to paint (knowing the type of wealth he comes from, it probably has, several times); the smooth, pale-velvet skin; the slim, curved nose, arriving at an offensively delicate point at the end; the dark eyes; the bow-drawn lips; and all of this framed by a defined jaw and well-shaped cheekbones and that strikingly dark hair.

If only he weren’t such an ass.

“Tequila alright?”

You clear your throat, looking away before he can catch you staring at him. “They have salt and lime?”

“They must.”

“Then yeah. Yeah, that’s great.”

He hands you an empty cup and goes about cutting a few lime slices. You take the opportunity to pour your own shot, and wait for him to finish. Ass or not, you have to admit that this particular interaction is going well. Even if it started out with him questioning your drinking choices. “To becoming party people,” he says once you’re set up with the salt and the lime.

“To becoming party people.” You touch your cup to his, lick the back of your hand, down the shot, and find your eyes meeting his as you suck on the slice of lime. For some reason, it brings a smile to your face. You certainly didn’t expect at any point tonight to find yourself in a frat kitchen, taking tequila shots with Kyoya Ootori, of all people. “Does this mean we’re not enemies anymore?”

Now he raises a brow. “Were we ever?”

You snort. “I mean. We didn’t exactly get off on the best foot in class.”

“I hardly think a difference in opinion makes us enemies. It made for interesting conversation, at the least.”

“Oh, no.”

“What?”

You point at him. “You’re one of those devil’s advocate guys. Is that it?”

A little crease appears between his eyebrows. “What?”

“You just like to argue for fun? You get off on it? Is that how you think normal people communicate, just pointlessly debating all the time?”

“We were having a discussion. In a discussion seminar. What’s pointless about that?”

You roll your eyes. “Can we take another shot? Whatever looks like it’ll taste the worst.” You know by now that if you want to get really fucked up, you have to go for the cheap stuff.

Once that shot’s been downed, you clear your throat. “Okay. I just…you really didn’t feel like there was any bad blood between us? I mean, okay, what about the hospital the other day?”

He pauses. “What about it?”

“We…well. I sort of jumped down your throat.” You take a breath, then a sip of your seltzer, then another breath. “So I guess that was my fault. Sorry about that.”

“Forgiven. Though, for what it’s worth, I wasn’t holding it against you.”

“Nice of you.”

“You didn’t seem to be having a great day.”

“Well. Mondays, you know?” You tip your head back, enjoying the buzz that is rapidly taking hold. “Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fridays…Saturdays. Sundays. Hard to pick a least favorite.”

“Sounds miserable.”

You shake your head. “I’m exaggerating. It’s not actually that bad. But the first week of the semester is always the hardest.”

“And the second week. And the third, the fourth, the fifth.” When you focus your unsteady gaze on him, you’re delighted to realize there’s something like a glint in his eye. He really is teasing you. “And so on, and so on.”

“Sounds miserable,” you parrot back at him, and he almost cracks a smile. “Well. At least Tamaki and Haruhi—”

“Kyoya? What are you doing hiding out—oh.” Olivia stops in the kitchen doorway, and takes in the sight of the two of you. “Hi.”

“Hi.” You respond to her closed-mouth smile with an uneasy one of your own. Olivia seems nice enough, from your little exposure to her, but sorority omegas always make you nervous.

“I thought you were grabbing us drinks,” she says to Kyoya, winding an arm through his. If you weren’t already tipsy-on-the-way-to-shitfaced, you’d swear you see him tense slightly. “But I see you found Little Miss Joan-of-Arc here.”

Your smile freezes on your face as she turns back to you. “(Y/N),” you offer.

“Yeah, I know. Crusading against the big bad alpha-omega industrial complex, or whatever it is, right?”

She laughs. You join in, if only because you don’t know how the fuck else to respond, and those two back-to-back shots were definitely a bad idea. Kyoya doesn’t laugh. She notices.

“What? I’m just joking. It’s funny. (Y/N) doesn’t care, right (Y/N)?”

“Yeah.”

“See?” She cocks her head. “Y’know, it’s so crazy, I feel like I know everyone at Ouran. But I, like, didn’t have any idea of who you were until Monday. Are you a transfer?”

“No, I actually went here for undergrad before—”

“It’s just that I’ve never seen you, like, out. At any benefits or anything.”

And there it is.

There’s no denying—Ouran is a nice school. A private university, an elite and expensive private university, where scholarship students are few and far in between. And the elite tend to flock together. So it’s no wonder that Olivia (Freidmonte, a Google search after that first class revealed, and a literal fucking diamond heiress) would know all of the other rich kids (aka ninety percent of the student body) from benefits and balls and whatever else rich people did to pass the time.

Olivia’s not stupid. She’s probably put two and two together and figured out that you’re just too poor for her to have taken notice of before. But it seems, from the way she’s clinging to Kyoya with a grip that would put an anaconda to shame, that she’s probably just annoyed that a lowly beta on a scholarship would have the audacity to talk to her boyfriend. Drunk or not, you know when you’re not wanted in a room.

You clear your throat. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to…I just…I have to meet some friends out there. Sorry.” The room is starting to spin around you—in a drunk way, not a fainting way, you’re pretty sure—as you make your way out of the kitchen. “See you in class,” you mumble. Neither one of them responds.

Being in the louder, crowded room almost immediately makes you want to throw up, so you push through to the nearest door, which leads to the backyard. It’s not far enough into the season to be cold; a leftover summer evening, a gift in these early September days.

You stumble down the creaky wooden stairs and collapse with your back against the house, and absentmindedly take another sip of your White Claw, before realizing with a groan how that’s definitely not going to make you any less drunk.

Oh, well. You’re too thirsty to really care.

“Having that good of a night, hm?”

Not Kyoya this time; someone you don’t recognize. Or rather, someone you do, but not by name. “Oh. Hi…”

“Reese.”

“(Y/N).” They offer a very ring-heavy hand, which you shake. If you were more sober, you’d try to get a better look. Heavy jewelry bothers you to wear, but you always like seeing it on other people. And the sight of one particular ring rings some bell in your memory as to where you know Reese from. “Oh. You run the beta frat, right?”

If you were drunk, you wouldn’t have said that at all; especially not that bluntly. You’d spent years dodging Epsilon Phi’s recruitment efforts. They seemed nice enough, but you couldn’t justify carving out the time or the money (or the interest) to take part in Greek life. But it seemed like a nice space, as far as frats went. Friendly. Full of people (of all presentations) who didn’t think that betas ought to fade into the background.

One only had to look at Reese to demonstrate that. They were probably the best-looking person you’d seen in your life, right up there with Tamaki Suoh; they even had similar tanned skin and beaming eyes, though their hair was bright copper and closer-cropped than Tamaki’s. Wearing a bright, tastefully low-cut purple shirt and high-waisted jeans, with the aforementioned jewelry (in addition to the rings, you blearily clocked several necklaces, bracelets, and at least one cartilage piercing). “We don’t really call ourselves that, but yeah.”

“Sorry. Sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me tonight.” To your horror, you’re getting a little choked up. Something about the slog of the week; the reality of Haruhi going on a date with a guy who is, by all appearances, perfect; Olivia; Kyoya; those two-and-a-half drinks—it’s too much.

“Hey! It’s not a big deal, really. You’re fine.” They peer at you with what you dimly register as concern. “Are you okay? Do you need some water?”

“M’fine.”

“Yeah. Water. C’mon, the kitchen’s this way.”

“No, no, no,” you say, clinging to some vague idea that Kyoya and Olivia might still be there. After some coaxing, you do allow them to get you to the (blissfully empty) kitchen, find you an unopened bottle of water, and get you to divulge the names of the friends you came here with.

They disappear, but you only have all of thirty seconds to feel abandoned before they return with the twins, who fuss over you and determine immediately that you should probably go home. Even though it’s, like, ten in the evening.

This part of the night is the fuzziest, even as you’re living through it. Stumbling down empty streets. Crashing through your front door. Crouching in front of the toilet with one twin holding your hair back. Being tucked into bed on your side. The door; Haruhi’s voice; the door again, and quiet. Someone leaving pills and water and a big blue bottle on your nightstand. Sleep, curling around you.

And then, while you dream: flashes of warmth and witty remarks and dark, dark eyes.

[abbatoirablaze]

SDAU-The Alpha & Omega, Chapter 5

Word Count: 1.1k

Bucky huffed to himself as he made his way through the crowded college town’s main street, and into the well-known café.

He was angry.

He was beyond angry.

He was pissed that he had to ‘waste his time’ and meet up with a tutor to get his grades up. 

But he’d been warned by the coach one too many times. 

They’d gotten Curtis involved.  And Curtis was not impressed to find out Bucky had been fucking around on his courses enough to get him benched from the game if he didn’t pull the grades up.

He’d had to meet up with the tutor and prove that he was at least trying, or they were going to bench him. 

And he didn’t want to be benched.  Hell, Curtis had told him that if he didn’t meet up with the tutor that the athletic department was paying for, that they would do more than just bench him.  Curtis was willing to throw Bucky out of the fraternity.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Bucky seethed as the president of the frat crossed his arms over his chest, “you can’t fucking kick me out!  I’m the god damned VP.  I-“

“Am an embarrassment as of now!” Curtis finished, cutting the younger alpha panther off, while his new little mate clung to his side, nuzzling and scenting him, “you’ve done nothing but fuck around all summer.  Coach said you blew through four tutors.  The last one quit because you shoved him in your cubby.”

“I told you I wanted an omega tutor.”

“And you’ve fucked the first three that were omegas,” Curtis growled, throwing his aura out towards the younger alpha.  Bucky snarled, but looked away, not wanting to further the argument with his president.  But the elder alpha bear only poked him in the chest, prodding it on, continuing the raging fire that was the embers of Bucky’s soul., “God damn it, Barnes…look at me when I’m fucking talking to you.  I know you can stand me throwing a little bit of my energy around.  Stop being a subservient little bitch.”

“Not looking to argue, Everett.”

Curtis growled, and Bucky looked into his eyes.  Curtis’ lip curled up as he muttered a quick, “Then see the god damned tutor!”

His upper lip curled as he made his way through the doors, the chime above them going off to alert the workers to the presence of a new customer. 

Bucky’s nostrils flared momentarily.

Steve.

His jaw immediately tensed, and he felt his back tightening.

“I could always tutor him, coach.”

Bucky snarled, silently glaring at his ex-boyfriend while the coaching staff attempted to impress just how important grades were onto Bucky.

“Pass.”

Bucky could smell Steve’s scent turn bitter and Steve looked away, obviously embarrassed at having put himself out there.  He was quick to turn around and went back to taking off his gear.  The coaches gave him a look, but he ignored it. 

It was only then that Bucky allowed himself to watch his former lover while the coaches continued to talk.  The chatter faded into nothingness as he watched his omega’s lithe form while he stripped down and prepared to hit the showers.

His chest felt tight as he watched Steve’s naked form retreat into the next room.

There was a ringing in his ears.

His breath caught in his throat. 

Bucky spotted Steve sitting in the corner, his laptop quickly ignored on the side table as his arms looped around a woman and they kissed passionately. 

Her lips trailed down along his collar bone.  Bucky’s eyes fluttered shut as whiskers faded away, and she fully transformed back into her human side.  His own dark fur receded, and he was left bare on the ground as she scented him, rubbing against his throat and chest.

“Bucky,” she whimpered gently, nuzzling the alpha.  Bucky began to purr; his theta showing more submissive attributes as she tried to mirror that of an omega; her own designation making herself a more suitable match for him.  Bucky groaned as her hand wrapped around his length and she began pumping the rock hard appendage, “Make love to me again, alpha.”

Bucky’s contented purring turned into a rumble so loud his chest felt like it was vibrating on the level of a small earthquake. 

He’d already taken her while they were both in panther form.  He’d felt like they were joined in a way that he’d never been with any other soul, Steve included.  But there she was, begging for even more of him. 

“Theta!” he whispered quickly, flipping the two of them over so that he was above her.  She quickly squirmed out of his grip and flipped herself onto her stomach.  Bucky growled as he felt her lifting her ass and presenting beneath him.  He gasped when he felt her begin to rub against him; her soft flesh feeling like ice against his heated skin, sending him into an entirely new frenzy.

He leaned down, and gently nipped at the back of her neck, but she only rose up even more, intent on making him feel her.  So, he leaned down and caught the scruff of her neck between his teeth.  She went rigid in his grasp as he grinded his cock against her entrance. 

It was a means of control between the couple.  She was trying to take the lead, even though her own designation was trying to confuse Bucky and give him all the signals of an omega. 

“Bucky…please….” She whimpered, rubbing her ass against him yet again, “need you!”

He released her neck momentarily, a new groan releasing itself from his throat. 

“James…”

“I love you mini!” he whispered sweetly, releasing her neck from his bite.  He nuzzled against the back of her neck, leaving his own temporary mark as he slid back into her dripping core, “Let me take you, theta…let me mark you.”

“Make love to me first, Bucky.”

Bucky’s heart lurched in his chest. 

It was her. 

“Mini…”

Bucky’s heart shattered as he sat up, the light coming through the trees, making the world seem all too bright.  He’d been woken up by the nature around him…the birds chirping wildly.  The gentle breeze caressing his bare frame.

And yet…he was alone. 

His line of sight was good. 

And the woman he’d made love to had disappeared.

Without a trace.

He shuddered as he watched how content the couple looked together.  Her nails trailed over the chemically removed mark from him, and he felt a growl building in his chest. 

It wasn’t that he was jealous of the woman or Steve independently. 

No, he was jealous of the two of them together. 

Because Bucky recognized the second scent all too quickly of that of his other mate.  His heart thrashed wildly in his chest as he stood stock still.

It didn’t even bother him when a beta shoved past with another person, mumbling a quick ‘watch it.’

No, Bucky was all too caught up seeing his two mates together, enjoying one another’s company without him. 

A fresh mating mark on both of their necks. 

Proudly on display.

. 

Chapter 6

Tag List:  @teambarnes72, @lohnes16, @tenacioiusperfectionunknown

[lovelypurplefox]

I’m sorry.

Hey guys... if you’re reading this, I’m sorry if I haven’t been active on Tumblr much. I have like 4 unread DMs. I wanted to keep away from social media (except post Pokémon gifs here). 

I will post a message on my art sideblog, wimbearn later on saying I’ve been feeling less motivated to draw and I have been feeling a bit depressed; most of my focus has been on my own comic (I have recently completed Ch. 5 yesterday).  It’s 2am right now and I think people won’t see it.

I have been busy with college. My 2 online classes has been easy so far! I’m also a part of Phi Theta Kappa Honor Society for having a good GPA (don’t know if you are familiar with it but it’s a college thing)!  And, I’m also keeping away from social media so I can avoid spoilers on PKMN Scarlet; I am at the Elite 4 grinding my team. And I’m also taking an online voice over class with a real voice actor, which I will keep the surprise private until I finish it in February. 

Thank you for reading. If I get the chance or if I’m ready to be more active on social media or Tumblr, I will check my DMs. I hope to be more active reblogging other’s posts. If you want, you can send me an ask, maybe not.

Love,

wimbearn 💖

[lealo333]

Let's get Scientific: Reality is Energy

Source: A Metaphysical Guide to Meditation, Magick & Manifestation (CH. 1)

In the nature of physics, everything that seems solid is merely energy vibrating at a slower rate. Examined at microscopic levels, solid matter is made up of particles that are perpetually in motion.

Everything we can touch, hear, see, taste, and smell is simply energy in different forms being perceived by our senses- but not limited to what we can measure with our senses.

We cannot perceive or see all energy around us. Magnetic fields, radiation, and ultraviolet light are examples. Animals, however, possess more ability to hear and see things the common human can't.

Source: Brainworks

At the root of all our thoughts, emotions and behaviors are the communication between neurons within our brains. Brainwaves are produced by synchronized electrical pulses from masses of neurons communicating with each other.

Each brainwave state is named after a Greek letter and is measured by the cycles per second called hertz.

The five brainwave states: gamma, beta, alpha, theta, and delta. By learning to alter our brainwave states we learn to alter our consciousness.

GAMMA WAVES (38 TO 42 HZ):

Gamma brainwaves are the fastest of brain waves (high frequency, like a flute), and relate to the simultaneous processing of information from different brain areas. Gamma brainwaves pass information rapidly and quietly. The most subtle of the brainwave frequencies, the mind has to be quiet to access gamma.

Gamma was dismissed as 'spare brain noise' until researchers discovered it was highly active when in states of universal love, altruism, and the higher virtues. Gamma is also above the frequency of neuronal firing, so how it is generated remains a mystery. It is speculated that gamma rhythms modulate perception and consciousness and that a greater presence of gamma relates to expanded consciousness and spiritual emergence

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BETA WAVES (12 TO 38 HZ):

Beta brainwaves dominate our normal waking state of consciousness when attention is directed towards cognitive tasks and the outside world. Beta is a ‘fast’ activity, present when we are alert, attentive, engaged in problem-solving, judgment, decision making, or focused mental activity.

Beta brainwaves are further divided into three bands; Lo-Beta (Beta1, 12-15Hz) can be thought of as a 'fast idle, or musing. Beta (Beta2, 15-22Hz) is a high engagement or actively figuring something out. Hi-Beta (Beta3, 22-38Hz) is a highly complex thought, integrating new experiences, high anxiety, or excitement. Continual high-frequency processing is not a very efficient way to run the brain, as it takes a tremendous amount of energy.

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ALPHA WAVES (8 TO 12 HZ):

Alpha brainwaves are dominant during quietly flowing thoughts and in some meditative states. Alpha is the power of now, being here, in the present. Alpha is the resting state of the brain. Alpha waves aid overall mental coordination, calmness, alertness, mind/body integration, and learning.

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THETA WAVES (3 TO 8 HZ):

Theta brainwaves occur most often in sleep but are also dominant in deep meditation. Theta is our gateway to learning, memory, and intuition. In theta, our senses are withdrawn from the external world and focused on signals originating from within. It is that twilight state which we normally only experience fleetingly as we wake or drift off to sleep. In theta, we are in a dream; vivid imagery, intuition, and information beyond our normal conscious awareness. It’s where we hold our ‘stuff’, our fears, troubled history, and nightmares.

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DELTA WAVES (.5 TO 3 HZ):

Delta brainwaves are slow, loud brainwaves (low frequency and deeply penetrating, like a drumbeat). They are generated in deepest meditation and dreamless sleep. Delta waves suspend external awareness and are the source of empathy. Healing and regeneration are stimulated in this state, and that is why deep restorative sleep is so essential to the healing process

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You're No Good - Ch. 2

C.J. Bennett is an overly ambitious student who dreams of shadowing her favorite author, Eli Jennings. The only thing standing in her way: Grayson Dolan.

warnings: this is a rough draft of a series i never finished. i'm posting the finished chapters before leaving this account. 🤍

part 1

If American Lit 1102 was C.J.’s personal hell, her job could at least be considered her own reprieve.

Sunnyside Vintage is an old shop off of Sunset, having been open for the last 30 years. It wasn’t the nicest of thrift stores — the clothes always have a weird mothball smell and everything is old - and not in the trendy way.  C.J. loves it. The windows are huge, letting California sunlight wash the stucco walls gold, and the mannequins are always dressed straight out of the 70’s. The pay isn’t always great, but C.J. is allowed to take whatever she wants more than makes up for it in her eyes.

“I just don’t understand. I mean, Stevens has praised me this entire semester. She even told me personally he’s never had a student write as well as me nor pick up on the work as fast as I have. Wouldn’t that be qualities you’d want in an intern, Bea? Even Grayson Dolan would’ve been a better pick.” C.J. turns to her boss, angrily folding flared jeans.

Another reason C.J. loves Sunnyside —  her boss, Beatrice “Bea” Walker. Once a glitzy soap star of the ’50’s, she retired with her husband and opened Sunnyside in the late 80’s. Despite being in her late-70s, she still holds on to the same glamour and charm that made her a household name a century prior.

“Maybe there was another reason. It could be something other then your application.” She croaks, lifting a pumpkin to place next to a costumed mannequin. As halloween rapidly approaches, the store was starting to transform to fit the fall season — hoping to draw in customers to purchase unique costumes for the holiday.

Before she can move to help Bea, the doors chime, signaling an entrance. Walking through with seemingly-glowing skin and a symphonic smile was Alexi, C.J.’s best friend and roommate. It’s hard to miss Alexi whenever she walks into a room — from her bleached-blue hair to eclectic style, she’s never been afraid to follow her own path, something C.J. has always admired. She walks straight to C.J., wrapping her in a loving embrace

“Are you okay? James told me what happened.” Alexi leaves an arm around her, and while C.J. knows it’s supposed to be comforting; all she can think about is how much she wants Alexi to leave. It’s one thing to rant to her elderly boss, someone who would love her in spite of her shortcomings and faults. But to know her own friend group has already heard about her misfortune, sending over someone to comfort and soothe, it was all just a little too pitiful for her to handle.

“Theta’s are throwing a party tonight. It’ll be the perfect pick-me-up, and you can forget all about Evans Jensen-“

“Eli Jennings” C.J. corrects.

“Whoever” Alexi rolls her eyes at the interruption, “is missing out on your incredible talent because of an idiotic professor’s incompetence. Everyone’s going and it won’t be the same without you, C.”

“As much as I would love that, Lex, I really just want to be alone tonight. Shitty beer, cheap Indian food, a sad movie so I don’t have to think about how these past four years have been a waste.”

“Not a waste, first of all. Look, I know that you’ve had this whole plan for your life since you popped out the womb, but shit happens, things change. This isn’t a failure, just think of it as a temporary setback. Plus, when life gives you lemons, you…” She trails off, waiting for C.J. to finish.

“Make lemonade?” She sighs.

“Use it to chase tequila.” Alexi giggles.

“I would go, but I have to close. Right, Bea?"

"Don't use me as an excuse. You should go, maybe find a boy to take home." Alexi makes a face at Beatrice's statement and C.J.'s face heats up.

“You’re going - no more buts. Wear something cute. Something that maybe doesn’t make if look like you were alive for Vietnam.” Alexi’s already leaving, kissing Beatrice lightly on the cheek on her way out.

This was how C.J. found herself standing outside the Theta Lambda  frat house, October air chilling her through her jacket. She shifts her weight between her feet, surveying the small group around her. Alexi talks animatedly on the phone, asking for whoever to meet them out front.

A random person bumps into her, forcing her to spill the contents of her purse onto the dewey grass. C.J. groans, bending down to pick everything up while mentally thinking to herself all of the other things she could be doing right now.

A pair of dirty air forces steps in front of C.J. and she slowly looks up at the girl standing in front of her. She’s pretty, stunning actually. C.J. recognizes her immediately. Channing Williams - social chair of Rho Xi sorority and the key to all the best parties on campus. Dressed in a black romper and red velvet jacket, she’s everything C.J. isn’t and a quiet twinge of jealousy plucks her heart. ‘I bet she’s never lost out on an internship.’ she thinks bitterly.

“Sorry, do you know anyone?”  Channing asks, voice soft and sweet with a clipboard in hand. C.J. looks at Alexi, waiting to hear her answer.

“Not really? I mean we know people, but we aren’t going to be on your clipboard or anything so if you could just let us slide through, I’m sure there’s someone here who could like vouch for us or something?” C.J. wants to slap her — not only did she drag her out in below-freezing weather, but she couldn’t even guarantee them a way inside.

“Well this is a greek-only party so unless you know anyone….” Channing trails off, not openly wanting to kick them out in front of so many people.

“That means no GDI’s.” C.J. didn’t even notice the miniature-sized freshman standing besides Channing. She clearly looks annoyed at the intrusion, keeping her from inside where everyone else is to deal with their little group. C.J. briefly wonders if the upturned stare is a requirement for Rho Xi or if that’s was just especially reserved for her.

“Geed’s?” Alexi repeats, raising an eyebrow.

“Goddamn independents. Y’know, not greek-affiliated.” At this point, C.J. is ready to call the whole night and retire in her bed when she see’s someone appear in between Channing.

“They’re cool, Chan. They’re with me.” Micayla Zhao enters, covered in glitter, sweat and what C.J. is almost sure to be a line of salt from a body shot. C.J. has always considered Micayla the only cool Rho Xi, having had multiple classes with her over the years. Micayla fit right in with their group: smart, beautiful and a wicked sense of humor.

Channing nods, seeming bored and just wanting to get back inside with everyone else. She does a quick finger tap with Micayla (sacred Rho Xi bullshit is what Alexi always calls it) and moving along the line.

“Are your sisters always that charming?” Micayla rolls her eyes, grabbing C.J. to move them through the house to the backyard. A huge bonfire is set up in the middle with a canopy near by for the designated drinking spot. She watches as Micayla confidently moves through the crowd, stopping from time to time to say hey to friends and classmates on the way.

“Most of the time. Look, they’re just possessive over tradition and the Rho-Theta party has always been major exclusive, Channing’s been fighting to make it open to outsiders.” Micayla yells over the thumping bass.

“Yeah, I’m sure they love all the GDI’s.”  C.J. exaggerates her voice, pinching her nose to capture the nasally, valley accent Channing is almost famous for. Micayla stops, and had C.J. not been paying attention, she would’ve ran into her.

“Dude, you’re kind of being a bitch right now. Look, I get your bummed about your internship, but Channing wouldn't have let you in if she didn't want to. Would you rather be getting drunk, in your apartment alone?”

“Yeah, actually.” Micayla stares at C.J. for a second, looking like she’s about to bitch her out. As if Alexi can sense the fight forming, she grabs Micayla by the arm.

“Let’s go get a drink, you look like you need a drink in you.” They both walk towards the house, Alexi mouthing ‘Be Nice’ over her shoulder before disappearing completely. C.J. exhales, counting to 3 in her head before walking over to where drinks are set up.She fills up her solo cup, watching as the fizzy liquid moves closer and closer to the top.  Before she can take a sip, someone bumps into her spilling half the drink over the side.

“Hey, watch it!” A thick Jersey accent exclaims, and C.J. groans, wondering if this night could get any worse.

“Bennett?”

Grayson appears in front of her, denim jacket over a black t-shirt and black jeans. She takes note of the dark spot growing on the front of his shirt, from where she spilt her drink.

“What’re you doing here?”

She simply shrugs, refilling the missing contents of her cup.“I didn’t know parties were your scene. I always imagined in your free time you’re in like a dark room, crying alone to Sylvia Plath novels.”

“Nice to know you think of me out of class, Grayson” C.J. takes a sip of her beer. She moves to walk away, hoping he would take it as an end of conversation.

"How'd you get in? Isn't this like Rho's only?" He asks, following her to the edge of the bonfire. She looks at him, watching as the light frames the features of his face.

"Couldn't I say the same about you? You're not a Theta." He just stares at her intensely until she relents, "Micayla Zhao got me in. Y'know her?"

"We had history together sophomore year. She helped me cheat on the midterms."

C.J. laughs shortly. "Sounds like her."

Grayson opens his mouth to speak again, but is cut off.

“As much as I’m enjoying this conversation, Grayson, don’t you have someone else to bother? Someone who, y’know, actually likes you?” If that comment bothered him, he didn’t show it, continuing talking to her as if they haven’t pissed each other off continuously for the past four years.

“What do you think about Michael Eichler getting the internship spot?”  He asks. As if it wasn’t bad enough that she didn’t get the spot, now she has to sit and rub salt in the wound with her worst enemy.

“What’s there to think about? He got it, I didn’t. Fucking sucks.” He laughs, holding up his own drink.

“Cheers to that.” They both clink cups, and C.J. briefly wonders if the universe is still laughing at her.

"You know, that spot should've gone to one of us." He muses, watching the partygoers continue to stumble around them. He doesn't say anything after that, and she bites.

"Why should it have gone to one of us?"

"Well, think about it. We're both the top of our class, and I know for a fact Stevens has submitted your writing to collegiate magazines. There's no fucking way Michael fucking Eichler should've got that spot over one of us." C.J. pauses. She had known that Stevens appreciated her writing, but not enough to submit it anywhere. If what Grayson was saying was true, why hadn't she gotten the apprenticeship?

"Nothing I can really do about it now. He got the spot, I didn't. I guess I can become a second rate author now." She takes another sip, and Grayson snorts unattractively.

"I'm sure you'll be okay, Bennett. If Stevens like you, I'm sure there's another author dumb enough to want to publish your work too." She glares at him.

"And here I thought we were becoming friends."

"As if you actually would've wanted to become friends with me."

"Oh yeah, that's what I do in between my Sylvia Plath crying sessions. Desperately wish that Grayson Dolan would become my best friend." Sarcasm drips off every word and he looks at her before taking another long sip of his drink.

“You know you’re actually kinda cool, Bennett. When you’re not trying to bite my head off in the middle of lecture”

“Maybe if you didn’t have such shitty takes, I wouldn’t want too.” Whatever retort Grayson was planning falls from his lips when Channing appears by his side, tucking herself underneath his arm.

"Hey, Gray. I got you another drink." Two Coronas hang from her manicured hand, and he whispers inaudibly to her, giggling between the two of them. C.J. begins to feel awkward, and coughs uncomfortably.

“Oh, you’re the GDI from earlier,” Channing looks up at her half-lidded, dark eyelashes framing red-tinged brown eyes.

“Yeah, that’s me.” Channing shifts her weight, biting her lip and feeling like an intruder. "I didn't know you two knew each other?" C.J. supplies, feeling desperate for conversation

"Gray and I had math together freshman year, "They both stare at each other awkwardly, silent tension as they wait for the other to speak.

“So, I’m gonna go." She speaks.

“No, you don’t have to." Channing is already turned back to Grayson, looking like she wouldn't mind C.J.'s exit.

“No it’s fine” Neither Grayson nor Channing seem to protest anymore, and C.J. turns back to see her friends looking at her, both amused and curious at her interaction with the duo. She begins to walk towards them, feet and heart sinking with every step, not feeling any better about her current predicament.

“Hey Bennett,” She turns around to face Grayson. “Think about what I said. About the internship stuff” She just nods, and leaves the pair. The moment she reaches her initial group, Alexi pulls her towards them.

“You and Dolan were just talking and it didn't end in a screaming match. That’s new. What did he want?”

“Nothing. Just typical Grayson Dolan bullshit."Alexi looks like she doesn't believe her, and frankly C.J. doesn't believe herself. She thinks back to what Grayson said, about how they were the only real competition for the apprenticeship. Whatever he meant by that could be handled tomorrow.

"C’mon. Didn’t  you say something earlier today about tequila shots?” She asks

“Atta, girl. That’s what I’m talking about.” She lets Alexi drag her away, sparing one last look at Grayson before entering the fraternity house.