#code validation

[zomb13s]

Tabula Rasa Inversa: Structural Sovereignty through Metaphysical Code

A Theoretical Physics-Based Framework for Code-Embedded Sovereignty and Ethical Cybernetics Abstract This paper introduces a formal theoretical model…Tabula Rasa Inversa: Structural Sovereignty through Metaphysical Code

[onionninjasstuff]

carrying each other :з

[academicfever]

42/100 days of productivity!

Beautiful morning my loves … let’s make today even better

Log:15.1.25

🎧my sea_iu

#pc setup

#journal+ mental health check

#class 2P

#outline Chp 2

#matlab session

#textbook session 2P

#take a walk

[skittlesking]

Have a drawing I stayed up to make to express some feelings I've been having

[deancasforcutie]

thee bisexuality episode 🩷💜💙

[undertalethingems]

Unexpected Guests Chapter 10, Act Two: Page 6

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Out of sight doesn't mean out of mind.... Gaster won't let anything interfere with his goal.

Look for the next update on Nov. 16th!

[respectthepetty]

Secret Relationships Colors - Part 2

@ddeohaming was kind enough to tell me in my post about the colors in Secret Relationships that there are videos that highlight the characters' colors.

The actors also did a video together where they went to a portrait studio to get pictures taken based on their character's traits and connect to colors.

So they align perfectly with the show!

The video is chaos because they are holding the camera and it is unsubbed, so I had to use AI-generated subs which was an experience, but I loved it since it gave me exactly what I needed!

From what I understood, which could be completely wrong, the portrait studio makes customers fill out a brief survey where they must select a few adjectives to describe their personality. Once again, the actors did it based on their character. Then, they select the hue of the color that fits that description, so how light, soft, dark, and bold a color is matters.

Seong Hyeon is a vibrant blue because he is wholesome, soft, pure, lively, and refreshing, and the actor got two poses unlike everyone else because he was so charming (or he pouted).

Su Hyeon is a dark green because he is urban, chic, romantic, sexy, and decadent. I also liked that the actor was the first to notice the other one got two poses. Jealously, jealously.

Jaemin is a bold pink because he is dashing, grand, refined, and soft yet harsh. This actor was also adorable taking pictures.

But what I really care about is Daon being a soft yellow since I guessed that was his color in my previous post based on the yellow pillow in Jaemin's apartment nestled next to Jaemin's pink one, his yellow drink with a yellow straw when he met with his sister, the growing yellow each time he argues with Su Hyeon (including the refusal of the ring).

And him not immediately letting go of Seong Hyeon's hand.

According to the personality chart, Daon is innocent, soft, nice, honorable, and a bit wild.

Which is why each man likes him, and the lighting department made sure we understood that through the yellow lighting!

Since he is the light of these men's lives!

Thanks for letting me know, @ddeohaming, and now I must go watch more unsubbed videos solely for the colors and vibes!

[ronanlynchusurper]

do not disturb mode isn’t enough I need ronan lynch to ram an invisible car through the microsoft teams hub

[zomb13s]

Tabula Rasa Inversa: Structural Sovereignty through Metaphysical Code

A Theoretical Physics-Based Framework for Code-Embedded Sovereignty and Ethical Cybernetics Abstract This paper introduces a formal theoretical model rooted in physics, cybernetics, and sovereignty ethics to describe how stolen or co-opted intellectual portfolios inherently encode structural feedback loops that bind dependent systems to the original author. Using principles of graph theory,…

[asexualbuthorny]

you know what i hate?

when bitches wobify Mu Qing and make him into a twink and i especially despise it when they do it for a ship with Feng Xin.

and okay he's not as muscular and more lean (hence being describes as looking scholarly) but do y'all fucking forget the man is a martial god in his own right? by no means is that man a damsel in distress that needs Feng Xin to constantly save him. he's smart, he's cunning and yeah he had a few vulnerable moments but by no means is he a poor wet meow meow he would kick your ass and laugh at you for being a failure. and yeah he's more lithe, especially when he's constantly next to Feng Xin who is kind of hypermasculine in fandom portrayals and impo (general "gigantic masculinity" anyone?) and those two are THE SAME FUCKING HEIGHT so why is Mu Qing always drawn to be much shorter than Feng Xin. and also maybe let's factor in the fact that Mu Qing was poor when growing and likely had to go without food so the lack of proper food while growing probably had an effect on his development(this just a hc btw but still it tracks). also this whole thing kind of smells really bad when people take Mu Qing, who is described as scholarly, and feminise him. it's really giving "EUGH!!! school is for girls!! only boys play sports!! academics=lame, feminine girly, war=cool, MASCULINE, done by REAL MEN URGH!!!"

y'all saw a man who is a war good who doesn't conform to your idea of a "war god" and went "no❤️that one is a femboi catboi twink who gets bent over by that one who DOES conform to my basic, no nuance idea of a war god"

get bent xoxo

[academicfever]

45/100 days of productivity!

Morning loves <3 It’s the weekend … I’m taking a slow day…

🎧kai

to-do:

Morning yoga

Morning reading session

Laundry and meds

Run few errands

Class recap 2P

mental health check _journal

Call home

Read before bed

[shotapissing]

There should be more games that fit my specific tastes and also have a shota as the protagonist

[wolfieolfie]

some plushie dreadful redesigns i made a bit back! redesigns of autism, ocd, and misophonia respectively

[xpulchritudinousx]

those breezy summer days

It all started over breakfast, with him silently sitting there with his parents as they talked about their plans for the day, looking up when his mom called out to him after mentioning a name he hadn’t heard in a couple years. “Oh yeah, Katsuki. You remember her don’t you? The girl you and Izuku used to play with when I would have to watch her for her mom.”

Katsuki still remembers you, the two of you weren’t friends or anything. You were just the bratty little girl his mom would babysit for an old college friend of hers. Not living in the same neighborhood with him like Izuku, your family couldn’t afford to live in the area. It was why you were there in the first place so your mom could go to work since she couldn’t afford preschool. It wasn’t like his mom cared, she’d always wanted a daughter, she would put ribbons in your hair and brush it since you’d always cry whenever your mom did. You’d always be in those stupid little dresses, little mary janes sitting at his doorstep as you’d slip around the tile of their house thanks to your tights not gripping the floor. Always just watching him and Izuku run around the building as you followed his mom around unless she told them to play with you. Such a sweet looking girl should not have had such a loud mouth, he thinks in amusement, remembering how you’d tell them what you wanted to play. Forcing them to do whatever you wanted before playing almost as rough as him, your little dresses and white wool tights all dirty and covered in mud as you giggled loudly. Your hair was always a mess by the end of it, but you never seemed to care, climbing higher on the trees than the boys and calling them chickens anytime they said no to doing something crazy. But you were still the most girly girl he’d ever known, especially when you showed up in a princess costume to his house. Looking completely heartbroken when you found out you had to be there on your birthday, trying to chase your mom as she left. That was the first time he ever felt bad, not even bothering to complain when his mom told his friends he wouldn’t be able to play with them. You’d been crying the whole time since you got there, loudly sobbing until your throat was too sore and all you could do was hiccup and sniffle. Katsuki didn’t try to comfort you, he honestly didn’t know how, just watching his mom lift you up and hug you. Letting you ask her over and over why your mom and dad couldn’t be with you, complaining about how you didn’t even get to have cake. Even though his mom was strict and had a sharper tongue than him, she handled you so delicately. Deciding to make a cake with you for your birthday, forcing him to help too while his dad secretly went out to get you a gift for your birthday. Katsuki still remembers the absolute horror on his face when you’d been given a little doll of your favorite princess. Not because he hated princesses, but because you just looked at the doll then at the cake you’d all made and then shoved her straight in the middle. You wanted it to be like one of those fancy cakes with the dolls in the middle you’d seen in the store. He expected his mom to yell, for you to end up crying after getting lectured; instead she just laughed, the kind of laugh that reached her belly. Simply smiling brightly after and getting his poor pushover of a dad to pick up a replacement cake for you guys to actually eat. Having you and Katsuki take a picture with your little monstrosity, the both of you covered in flour and frosting, with the evidence of you guys sneaking little tastes of cake batter around your lips. At the time he wondered why you didn’t just have a party with your own friends, why you always had to tag along with him and his friends. But he never got to say anything thanks to his mom lecturing him the second he’d say anything. Sometimes he’d cry and yell at her, pouting in his room and thinking maybe you should’ve been her daughter instead of having to have him as a son.

It wasn’t like either of you back then knew, but Katsuki was almost one hundred percent sure your dad lost his job that year looking back now. After a while your parents decided you were too old to be in their house by yourself, with them being too traditional to allow you to be near a boy your age. It was a weird way to go about their daughter hitting puberty, but it wasn’t like he cared, he didn’t. That was until he had to unload materials for his mom into her shop, carrying heavy boxes into the back for her only to have someone try to take them from him. An awkward high pitched noise ringing in his ears before he felt your hands go over his. Those same stupidly sparkly eyes of yours peering over to him as if they hadn’t aged a day. He just paused, looking at you for a second, way too stunned to process what was happening before he just processed it. So this is why his mom brought you up earlier, he really should pay more attention. “Uhh… Can I help you?” “I just wanna help.” You chirp out, smiling at him sweetly before grunting as you carry the box away from him. Organizing it, before walking over to him, expression not shifting at all as you just looked at him. That dumb bratty little girl was a dumb pretty young woman, so dumbly pretty. But Katsuki wasn’t going to let that show on his face, huffing as he turns away without a word, heading back to the truck not letting himself think about it for another second. Except he did, he couldn’t fight it when you’d just stand there with an expectant look on your face, going to grab every box from him before rushing back and waiting expectantly. That stupid little smile of yours shouldn’t be distracting him this much, but it was. He just shook it off, handing off the last box to you before shutting the truck and yelling out to the driver. Not even looking your way as he walked passed you, he wasn’t going to let you see anything. He thought he could avoid you, that this game of follow-the-leader would have been done for after you guys had grown up. But there you were, following him everywhere with that dumb smile on your face. His fate was sealed that day you came back into his life, he’d never have guessed that the little girl who marched around his home in princess dress would end up standing before him on their wedding day. Not giving him the stink eye, or huffing about what games they should play, but smiling up at him as she held his hands. Unable to believe how perfectly they fit in his even after all this time, how he’d gone from hating messes to loving your mess in your shared home. Waking up to the crumpled sheets beside him, smelling the scent of your shampoo from the bathroom. Cooking breakfast, because you could barely make toast, how laundry seemed less insignificant now that you were folding it with him. So there you were.

[star-girl222]

[cyarikaskywalker]

I will never understand how people believe endogenic systems are “ faking it ” or “ aren’t real systems . ” Who are you to say that someone is or isn’t part of a system ? You do not know them and you do not know their experiences . It is not your place . Endogenics have never hurt you and they never will . It is disrespectful and unnecessary to criticize them for something you cannot and should not criticize them for . Some of us have already posted about anti endogenics before , but I have yet to express my anger on it . We ourselves are an endogenic [ or atleast somewhat endogenic , we may be mixed origin ] system . Endo systems are not harming you by being what we are and we do not need to be criticized for it . Thank you and goodbye .