#Flux Pattern

[zeeshanamjad]

Dice simulation using Redux

We created a dice simulation program using flux design pattern here https://zamjad.wordpress.com/2023/09/10/flux-design-pattern-using-typescript-in-react/ Now let’s try to create a same program, but this time using one of the very popular state management library Redux. Let’s first install the redux using the following npm command on the terminal npm install redux react-redux The main concept is…

[letsfluxshitup]

i feel like my tchno voice sucks so much in this wip but i also feel like if i dont write and post this ill never write them again so im fighting for my life over here SKLDJFLSDJFLSDKJ

[ineffable-gallimaufry]

scarf + new & improved hat (modeling by frickin battholomew)

[theboardwalkbody]

Me: *is maintaining weight with fluctuations of 1-2 pounds +/- each weigh in, overall trend for the last 2 years has been a very slow decline.* Nice.

Me: *Has access now to a pool* yay! Swimming for fun!

Me: that was fun let me go in again today! *Also decides to do water walking for at least 20 minutes and then swims for fun for an hour* I bet this is going to help me loose weight quicker! I lost 2 pounds last week and this has got to help because water resistance and calories and blah blah!

Me: *Steps on the scale the following morning* *2lb weight gain since the last week*

Me:

[cisthoughtcrime]

look, the most fundamental concept to misogyny is that the female sex is inherently inferior to the male sex. as cheapened and mocked as the term "patriarchy" has become, it literally refers to the system of assumed male supremacy which has perpetuated a social and political adherence to the myth of female inferiority.

"women are too irrational to be in positions of leadership; what if she gets her period or goes through menopause? women's bodies are dictated by unstable flux and a biological clock. their physical weakness predisposes them to domestic tasks and their ability to bear children means that's one of the few things the inferior female body is good for, just like their ability to be penetrated for male pleasure and reproduction means that's their primary function."

female socialisation, as complex and interculturally-diverse a concept as it is, at its core means the reality of growing and learning your behaviour from this ambient background that presumes your own inferiority. you learn (often without even realising) to act in accordance with this artificial sexist role, viewing yourself in pieces and parts according to their usefulness as resources to men, second-guessing your own capacity for anything socially deemed 'male' and minimising yourself accordingly. The host of behaviours this yields in women differs between cultures and times, but commonly includes forms of ornamentation, passivity, and servitude; these are then attributed to some innate female nature, piled on as further proof of our inherent inferiority.

perceptions of the female body are utterly central to misogyny and the feminist efforts to liberate us from it. pretending that the female body is irrelevant to misogyny – or worse, that these learned, socialised behavioural patterns are innate to some naturally-inborn 'female brain' – will never be an effective approach to fighting sexism and will actively hinder female class consciousness.

[reveryfics]

Hey its me again!

So could I request a fluff Daryl fic were Daryl and m!reader slept in the same cell in the prison as they grew closer so when they got to Alexandria they couldn't sleep with out each other but then m!reader goes on a week long supply run or something and Daryl doesn't know what to do, thank you! :)

Sleepless

Daryl Dixon x Male Reader

Summary: Daryl had gotten so used to sleeping beside you, so much so he couldn't sleep without you.

A/N: Absolutely loving the Daryl fluff and requests.

TW: Fluff

The cold, sterile air of the jail cell had initially been a stark contrast to anything Daryl had ever known. Yet, within those cramped confines, pressed together on a thin, lumpy mattress in one of the far-off cells, an unexpected intimacy had bloomed. He’d grown accustomed to the comforting warmth radiating from your skin as you lay side-by-side, a small pocket of heat against the pervasive chill. He’d found a strange solace in the rhythm of your breathing beside him, and on the nights when the horrors they’d faced clawed at his sleep, your quiet stories, spun from memories of a life before or hopeful imaginings of what might come after, had become his anchor. Even when one of you had to leave the cell for a time, the other would instinctively leave space on the meager bed, a silent acknowledgment of their shared nights.

It was an unspoken understanding, this closeness forged in the crucible of survival. You’d both recognized the bond that had formed, a quiet reliance that transcended mere companionship. Daryl, in his gruff way, had even admitted, a rare vulnerability in his voice, that he enjoyed it more than he’d ever anticipated, more than he perhaps should. It had become a constant in their fractured existence, a small, ordinary ritual in a world that had become anything but. For Daryl, especially, those shared nights were islands of peace in a turbulent sea.

The transition to Alexandria, with its semblance of normalcy, hadn't broken this pattern. Without a word exchanged, you had both gravitated towards sharing a room, the familiar comfort of sleeping beside one another a silent reassurance in this new, fragile sanctuary. The routine of the nights mirrored your time in the prison, a shared bed offering a sense of continuity in a world constantly in flux. However, when Deanna began assigning solo supply runs, a subtle shift occurred in Daryl. You noticed the way his eyes would follow you as you prepared to leave, the almost imperceptible tension in his shoulders. He would wait for your return, sometimes pacing the small room until the early hours, or on longer runs that stretched into days, he simply wouldn’t sleep at all.

A week had passed since you’d last left Alexandria, this time on a crucial scavenging mission that had taken longer than anticipated. Daryl felt a gnawing unease, a restlessness that seemed to crawl beneath his skin. The absence beside him on the bed was a gaping void, more than just the lack of physical warmth. He’d tried everything to replicate the comfort of your presence: piling pillows against your side of the bed, hoping to fill the empty space; exhausting himself with extra patrols around the community until his muscles ached; even seeking the unfamiliar quiet of Carol’s spare room for a night, a change of scenery that had offered no respite.

Your absence was a persistent hum of anxiety beneath the surface of his days. It wasn't just the sleepless nights that plagued him; his mind, usually a tightly controlled instrument of survival, now wandered down dark paths, conjuring worst-case scenarios. He’d quickly clamp down on these thoughts, reminding himself of your resilience, your resourcefulness, the steely determination that had seen you both through so much. Yet, the worry lingered, a dull ache in his chest.

Finally, exhaustion forced him to the bed. He lay on his back, the familiar scent of your shared sheets a bittersweet reminder of your absence. He tucked himself under the worn blankets, staring up at the ceiling, the patterns of shadow and moonlight playing across the plaster. His eyelids grew heavy, drifting shut, only to snap open again at the soft click and subsequent creak of the bedroom door. The faint, rhythmic patter of what sounded like worn shoes against the wooden floor drew his attention. He pushed himself up, the blankets pooling around his waist, his senses instantly alert, just as you appeared in the doorway.

A tired but genuine smile softened your features as you leaned against the frame, the relief of seeing him etched on your face. Your eyes immediately registered his exhaustion – the dark circles beneath his eyes, the tense set of his jaw, the restless energy that even in stillness seemed to emanate from him. "Still can't sleep without me, huh?" you murmured, your voice laced with a gentle teasing.

Daryl huffed, his calloused hands instinctively rising to rake through his perpetually untamed hair. "You were gone for a damn week," he mumbled, his gruff tone unable to entirely mask the underlying worry. "I was worried."

He rarely gave a direct answer to your playful jabs about his dependence on your presence at night, but the truth hung unspoken in the air between you. You knew.

With a sigh, you rubbed a hand across your weary face, the grime of the road smudged across your cheek. You stepped fully into the bedroom, your gaze lingering on Daryl as he settled back against the pillows, a silent invitation. You shrugged off your dirt and blood-stained clothes, the familiar weight of them hitting the floor, before reaching for one of Daryl’s oversized, faded shirts. Pulling it over your head, the soft cotton a welcome comfort against your skin, you walked towards the bed.

Daryl turned onto his side, his eyes fixed on you as you slid under the covers beside him. He instinctively scooted closer, his long legs tangling with yours beneath the worn fabric.

You smiled, a genuine, heart-deep smile that reached your tired eyes. You gently brushed a stray lock of hair from his forehead, the rough texture surprisingly soft beneath your fingers. "I'm here now," you hummed, the simple words carrying a weight of unspoken reassurance. Closing the small distance between you, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips, a silent greeting and a promise of comfort.

Daryl leaned into the kiss, the tension in his body beginning to ease. He pulled back moments later, nuzzling his face against your hair, inhaling the familiar scent of you – a mix of the outdoors, woodsmoke, and something uniquely yours. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close until there was barely a breath of space between you, his eyes finally closing as the warmth of your skin seeped into his chilled bones.

You pulled the blankets higher around your intertwined bodies, your fingers lacing through the short, rough strands of hair at the nape of his neck, gently stroking. You could feel the subtle tremors that still ran through him, the lingering anxiety slowly dissipating with your return. You knew how much this closeness meant, not just to him, but to you as well. In this brutal new world, their shared nights had become a vital source of comfort, a silent testament to their intertwined lives.

Within minutes, Daryl’s breathing deepened, the steady rhythm a soothing balm to your own frayed nerves. His body was wrapped around yours, a protective embrace that spoke volumes of his unspoken fears. Eventually, exhaustion claimed you both, your head resting against the soft pillow, your face buried in the familiar scent of Daryl’s hair, finding solace and a fragile sense of peace in the quiet intimacy of the night.

[sleeepybeary]

☆ 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐒 ☆

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓: Agatha has never been one for pets. However, upon some particularly lucky night, she seems to allow it just this once.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: poorly written (to my standards anyway), haven't read through it properly, so spelling errors are possible :I

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 950

Having found the heating from your fireplace to be far too smothering as it seemed to flood the entirety of your small house, you had graciously spared ten minutes of your day to abandon the shell of which you were living under to gather some fresh air for your burning lungs.

However, as much as those ten minutes were originally to be at least half an hour, it was drastically shrunken to only a third at the capture of something wrenching.

So, with an oddly shaped stash hidden behind one of the dress coats your girlfriend possessed, you carefully slipped back into your home and made a quick yet cautious shuffle over to the central living space, also known as the last place you saw said girlfriend.

Upon entryway came the attention of Agatha. The woman glanced over her shoulder at you, her jaw pressing into the curve of her collarbone as her eyes ran their length upon you. A small furrow digs deeply between the span of her eyebrows, especially as she takes in your suspicious stance and particularly bulked up appearance to one half of your body.

“What is it, love?” She spoke, shifting to sit up better to meet your gaze properly, her shoulders falling back in a relaxing state.

��I have something I need to show you” You had spoken in a tone that emitted a quiet wisp of caution, your tone faltering to one below your average.

“O.. okay” Agatha had nodded, glancing away momentarily as her brain reached out to soothe a spurt of confusion. “So…?”

“So…” you copied her word, tugging back the lapel to the jacket wrapped gently around the object of your care.

A silk of black heaven came to life, the glistening of a moistened nose pointed outward in a sniffle as whiskers quivered against the contrast of warm air from the freezing world outside.

A cat of all things was what you had obtained.

You observed how Agatha’s facial expressions contorted, how a pensive fog coated the round of her eyes; her jaw tightens. “Why do you have a cat..?”

A timid smile tugged at the corners of your lips, your sights flicking between your girlfriend and the cat. “She needed help, Agatha. She was caught in your lavender, cold and wet from the recent rain”

“This isn't the first time you've tried to spring an animal on me before” Agatha had sighed, her slandered fingers tracing up the slim bridge of her nose before pinching it at the conjunction between her eyes.

“I didn't know the bird had bowel issues… but that's besides the point! Can't you see, this cat needs us!”

“But we don't need it, Y/n”

With a roll of your eyes, you shuffle closer, shifting so you're sitting in a way that almost presses up against Agatha, your elbow just scraping hers. “Stroke her”

“What?”

“I said stroke her” you insisted, motioning your arms forward to bring the fluff ball of an animal up and closer to her reach.

The cat had yet to stir from its peaceful sleep, a slight purring snore audible from up close, even as Agatha had hesitantly placed the open of her palm against its head, her fingers nestling between its drawn up ears.

Monitoring the way Agatha's hand mowed over the lengths of fur in a rhythmic pattern, you began to tilt the cat wrapped in the thicker material towards the woman beside you until she was holding the animal.

Having planted the cat within your girlfriend's arms, you cheekily grinned. “Stay here? I just need to grab a drink”

All Agatha could do was hum, her eyes boring into your own. Her eyes exiled as radiance of boredom, though the flux movement of her hand against the chin to the feline said otherwise.

Taking your time, you stood from the sofa and took a casual waltz to fetch a glass of water from just the room over.

However, soon enough, you had found yourself relaxed against the length of a doorframe. Your glass nestled within the grasp of your fingers and water racing down your throat in an on pour as you took delicate sips at a time.

You stalked from your new self-designated post with a curious gaze, observing and monitoring the way Agatha was interacting with the cat.

Though, minutes pass at a time before the soft of a drowsy meow and a gentle coo meet in a harmony - one that was sure to make home in your memory.

“Y/n?” Agatha had called, shifting slightly to peer through the kitchen doorway, her eyelids wrapping around her eyes in a rampant expression, a half drawn smile appearing in accordance.

“Yes, love?” reciprocating her smile, you moved to stand over her, a hand on her shoulder as your eyes met those of the golden ones in Agatha’s lap.

“Eve”

“Eve?” You furrowed your eyebrows, looking down upon Agatha as if she was having a moment of hysteria. “What's that mean?”

“Like All Hallows’ Eve”

“I'm… not sure I follow you here”

Agatha had rolled her eyes, her thumb and index finger moving to line the curve of the cat's ear. “You want to keep the cat, right? I'm just suggesting a name”

Your lips part slightly, mind finally clocking into place as the figuratively placed light-bulb flickers on. “Oh!” You began, breathing out an airy laugh on the premises of some sort of awkwardness “I mean… if you're letting me keep her, then I wouldn't be opposed to you naming her…”

Agatha shook her head, leaning her head back to look up at you from her seated position, her lips puckered. “Let us seal it with a kiss”

[loveemagicpeace]

🍯Astrology Notes🍯

🪴Virgo rising- are very caring people. They take great care to ensure that you have everything you need, especially for your health. They will be able to tell you a lot about various medicines.

🌱Gemini rising- funny as fuck sometimes. They are people who talk and don't stop. You can discuss all possible topics with them if you want. They have a very open mind. But when it comes to being able to do something, sometimes they are not so open to new things. Let's say one difference between them and Sagittarius is that they are not traveling types and they don't like to travel that much.

💫You will feel most comfortable talking to people with whom you have the same compatible moon and mercury in your house. for example: mercury in the 9th house and the other person has mercury in the 1st house. With this you can see what topics you can discuss with others.

🪐People who has saturn in 1st house looks better when they are skinnier. Because their bones and body structure are more beautifully emphasized. Many times they can have weight problems(they can quickly lose weight from worry).

🍀Earth signs look very down to earth even when they are joking around. Even when they make a crazy joke, they still look down to earth.

🐚Scorpios quickly stop trusting you. You just have to do one thing and they are done trusting you. When they see that you are dishonest to them in any kind of way, they will not trust you anymore. Especially when they get to know someone from the beginning and notice that they didn't tell them something or hid something from them, and as I said, it could be just one small thing like say you're going to say you're eating pizza, but in reality you're eating hamburger. It is small lie. But this is sometimes also one of the reasons why pisces and scorpio don't go so well together. Because pisces tend not to say everything while scorpios are. Many times, pisces swim off into their fantasy world and sometimes get lost in it. Scorpios are always looking for the truth in everything. I have seen successful Scorpio/Capricorn couples many times.

🍁Fire signs are actually very active people. So you have to prove them love with actions. They want to see how much you are willing to do for them and how much you are willing to risk. When you go beyond your limits and do something really crazy for them, they will really appreciate it.

💷2nd house represents your money & 8th house where you invest money. The 2nd house reflects your underlying relationship to money and patterns around money are often deeply ingrained. With the Moon in Cancer here, your emotional wellbeing rises and falls with your bank balance, both of which may be subject to flux. You can be a rags-to-riches success, but with Saturn in the 2nd you might always feel poor, the millionaire who still buys the budget range at the supermarket. The 8th house is concerned with debt and our relationship to institutions which provide loans, mortgages, and overdrafts. Capricorn on the cusp of the 8th suggests paying your dues and insisting on a proper contract, Sagittarius here you can invest a lot in travel or even illegal things.

☀️The Sun is the central flame of our vitality. Acting according to your Sun sign and engaging in activities denoted by the house it occupies are important ways to increase your energy and vigour. For instance, with Sun in the 1st, you might need time alone in order to recoup your energies - the presence of others can drain you, Or with Sun in the 6th, maybe you like to spend spare time working in the garden or catching up on DIY. The Sun in Sagittarius might mean you like to explore far afield; if in Aquarius maybe you like to holiday with a group of friends. Sun in Scorpio- working in the shadows or researching something no one knows about is best for you. Sun in 7th house you like to devote a lot of your time to your partner.

🧸Some signs are naturally more work-oriented and some more suggestive of needing a slower pace. Capricorn (or its ruler Saturn) is often highlighted in the charts of anyone with a strong work ethic - by contrast, Leo, Libra, or Pisces might engender a bit more need for time off, to play, relax, or dream. Each Zodiac sign has its ideal gap year or holiday. The fire signs might favour adventure breaks, the air signs a chance to meet new faces, the earth signs maybe an eco-trip; and the water signs a sojourn by the sea or in quiet, restful places.

🩰The IC and the 4th house describe home, both as a physical place and as an inner sense of roots, safety, and foundation. If you have Jupiter in the 4th, it might feel natural to you to travel around or you might even choose to live abroad - or with Uranus here, you may experience many changes of home(many unexpected moves). With the Sun or Moon in the 4th, you might be so strongly connected to home and homeland that uprooting yourself will not be easy - your Sun here suggests your life revolves around home in some way, the Moon that your emotional wellbeing is closely tied to it. With Pluto you can feel that your home is intense and that you are always transforming through it (but it can also leave bad memories). With Mercury can mean that you change your home a lot. With Mars you may feel that your home is often chaotic or aggressive and you are looking for a home where you can become independent. With Neptune many times your home is confusing, strange. Many times you find your ideal place somewhere by the ocean. With Venus your home is loving, genuine and you have loving parents to whom you love to return. But it can involve a lot of money or love based on it. So you can feel that your parents never really appreciated you if you didn't have money.

🧚🏼‍♀️About Aquarius: I want to say one thing about them. I would say that if they really really want they will do it. But most likely they are independent people & lost souls sometimes. I think that they are scared of attachment. So that's why they are rather alone. They are looking for someone. Who will be goofy as they are.

💌I think Valentine's Day is for Libras. Libra is a sign of love, romance,beautiful things. And if any sign is inclined to & like to celebrate this day, it's definitely the Libra. But I find it a little strange that it is in Aquarius season.

💘Cupido is definitely a Sagittarius sign. Although people don't believe that Sagittarians are so loving and romantic, but they really are. Cupido shoots into the hearts of people who are meant to be together. If you hit a sagittarius deep in the heart with your love, then you can see the true side of them. Then you can see how loving they are.

🌅The people you attract into your life are usually connected to your North Node.For ex.: North node in Virgo in your 8th house- you will mostly be attracted to people who have a virgo placements, scoprpio placements, or pisces/ taurus placements.

🌊Pluto symbolizes power in whatever house it is. The power you feel in yourself and the people around you. Strong experience of feelings. For ex.: 5th house - privacy, romance, jealousy, strong emotions, strong happiness, attitude towards the things you do, you feel strong love, devotion. Obsession with changing partners maybe or affairs idk. 6th house - obsessed with perfection, control, work, high expectations. 7th house - you attract a lot of possessive partners, obsession with your partner, but at the same time you can be afraid to get into a relationship, mistrust. 8th house rulership- curious, constant control, secrets, power over your secrets, emotional transformations, many dark things, connection with birth and death, great interest in hidden things. 10th house - people can see you as a strong opponent, driven for a career, they can see you as a person who has a lot of secrets, you can present people with challenges. Big influence.

-Rebekah🧚🏼‍♀️🩰🌙

[melshifting]

❝ GORGEOUSLY UNHINGED ❞ ― A JINX INSPIRED SCRIPTING PACK ʚ♡ɞ.ᐟ

❝ A masterpiece with a few cracks—makes her even prettier.❞

Request for Anon!

— INTELLIGENCE AND SKILLS ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

01꒱ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ        You're a natural when reading a situation and finding the most effective way to turn it in your favor. Your ability to calculate the potential outcomes of your actions in mere seconds is terrifying.

02꒱ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ        Your fighting style is unstructured and adaptive, often relying on surprise and misdirection— you combine your knowledge of weapons with unconventional tactics.

03꒱ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ        You don’t just read people’s expressions—you understand the nuances of their emotional responses, making you incredibly effective in manipulating, distracting, or disarming them.

04꒱ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ        You process and store information differently, picking up on patterns that would be invisible to anyone else.

05꒱ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ        When a plan falls apart, you don’t panic. Instead, you improvise, using whatever’s around you to your advantage.

06꒱ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ        It’s not just about thinking ahead; it’s about reacting faster than anyone can process. Your reflexes are not from years of training—it's sheer instinct.

— BEAUTY AND PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

01꒱ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ        Your hair is a wild cascade of neon blue that seems to have a life of its own—like it’s the physical manifestation of your mind, constantly in flux.

02꒱ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ       Your skin is pale, almost porcelain-like—the kind of pallor that gives the impression of being both untouchable and fragile at the same time.

03꒱ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ       Your features aren’t perfectly symmetrical, and they’re all the more striking for it. A slight crookedness in your nose, a slight off-center tilt in your smile—all give you an unsettling, almost unreal beauty.

04꒱ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ       Your frame is slender, but there’s a certain grace to your movements—like a predator always on the prowl. Your limbs move quickly, almost too fast for eyes to follow.

— HABITS AND MANNERISMS ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

01꒱ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ        You can’t sit still. Whether it's pacing or fiddling with something nearby, your energy refuses to be contained.

02꒱ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ        You don’t just talk with your mouth—your hands are part of the conversation, too. When speaking, they dart around, fiddling with objects, tapping on surfaces, or mimicking the action you're describing.

03꒱ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ        Teasing is your weapon of choice. You're constantly poking fun, playfully making remarks that can either be funny or borderline unsettling. But it’s never cruel—more like a test.

04꒱ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ       Your attention is like a firework—it ignites and then disappears just as quickly. You might be talking to someone, and suddenly your eyes will dart to something else.

 — PERSONALITY ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

01꒱ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ       A storm in a bottle—unpredictable, erratic. You thrive in chaos and find comfort in the mess you create.

02꒱ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ      Your intellect is as sharp as any blade, but you rarely showcase it in conventional ways. Your mind is always scheming, analyzing, and plotting.

03꒱ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ      Your sense of humor is as twisted as your mind. Your laughter fills the air, but it’s often laced with irony, sarcasm, and dark wit.

04꒱ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ      You don’t trust easily, and while you crave connections, you often push people away out of fear of being hurt again.

05꒱ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ      You don’t have the patience for anything that doesn’t grab your attention immediately. If something doesn’t excite you or spark your interest, you're out—no questions asked.

06꒱ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ       You're extremely independent but haunted by loneliness—your impulsiveness and need for chaos are often fueled by a desire to be seen, to feel important in a world that’s been unkind.

07꒱ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ       You'd burn the world down for those few you care for, but you don’t show this loyalty in conventional ways.

08꒱ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ       An addict to the rush of destruction—it’s not just about chaos, but the euphoria that comes with watching something fall apart. This is both your greatest strength and biggest flaw—it drives you but keeps you stuck in a cycle of self-destruction.

[zeeshanamjad]

Flux Design Pattern using TypeScript in React

Flux is an interesting unidirectional architectural design pattern introduced by Facebook for React. React has unidirectional binding, unlike Angular which has bidirectional binding. It is the same pattern used by in Redux, which is very popular JavaScript library for statement management. It is important to know that Redux is not the only state management library, other possible choices are…

[funeral]

To act in one's dreams is to maintain an internal state of flux, to move on before having found a place to settle—in short, to play out the futile insanity of real life to much greater effect. Played out because the anchor of the real is never truly lost, even if its impressions elude all recollection, and to greater effect because the range is inexhaustible, and the self which lives it infinite (bearing the marks of its extrication), the pattern of its weave all "intervals," all "nothing," the purest possibilities of the absurd (of its divinity), the confused—a finely delineated oblivion. To attempt (even on a minimal scale) to mimic these conditions externally is to suffocate the infinite self, its lungs ill-formed to breathe the oppressive air of finitude: "The only way to be in agreement with life is to disagree with ourselves."

Gary J. Shipley, On the Verge of Nothing

[mndvx]

So the big question is... What happened to her fun patterned shirt. and her cunty sunglasses...

Fugitive of the Judoon/Flux/Power of the Doctor Fugitive:

The Story and the Engine Fugitive:

she lost her sauce a bit she did but she remains the icon the legend the ORIGINAL first doctor and we love her and we love the timeless child!!!

most likely just the costume dept didn't have that shirt on hand but you know, much like star wars we make content out of anything, so surely there's a in-universe reason to make up for that wardrobe difference

[witchofthesouls]

I'm back on those thoughts about my favorite tragic brothers: Prima and Megatronus Prime.

So as much as I do like the recent posts and talks about Prima being a goofball or deliberately airheaded as he knows that he's detached compared to his siblings and tries his best to connect to others, I think we don't explore his, well, assholery. Especially in the Aligned continuity.

Personally, I like reimagining them as the first pair of split-spark twins as it really fits the narrative and provides the repetition that connects Ouranic and Cthonic roles in Greek mythology as well as other divine relationships across different mythos. Prima is the firstborn and was made in Primus' Image, and from his own shadow rose Megatronus as they were meant to be a reflection of Primus and Unicron, the next generation of the divine.

Canon-wise, the Covenant of Primus had mentioned that Primus and Unicron came from one entity split into two, so the pattern could have carried on and be very much a well-crafted motif to emphasize their divine origins and drive the point that they were meant to function as a pair.

That would make so much more sense on why Prima had major beef with Solus as they both were very similar: sun/fire-coded Primes with staunch views to guide Cybertronians and have a very close personal relationship with Megatronus.

This would honestly explain a lot of Prima's eventual distrust and paranoia since he would have absolutely expected Megatronus to always be in complete synch with him. Megatronus is his spark-twin, his half, his own brother born the moment after Prima taken shape from Prima's own frame. Of course, the guy is utterly territorial of Megatronus. He must have had a huge flux of emotions when Megatronus made the decision to pursue Solus.

They respond to Solus so much as she, the Prime of Creation, also contains a greater fraction of Primus' own power, and she acts as a mirror and foil to them.

Arguably, I say she's Megatronus' mirror and Prima's foil.

That distinction is really important, and while this discussion has a lot of my own personal headcanons and (re)interpretation of the Thirteen Primes, there is canon evidence to support how Solus and Prima are foils. Prima limited his relationships on those similar-minded to his own ideals as he demonized Primes that went against his worldviews, while Solus was highly social and very connected to many (if not all) of the Thirteen. The Prime, who allowed the Predacons to be completely wiped out versus the Well of Allsparks that continued to produce Predacons until forcibly stopped. Prima, whose death remained unknown and unaccompanied, and Solus, who had several brothers walk into her very grave that doubled as her final gift to kickstart the new generation.

Personally, I say this should cast more questions into Prima's character and his own writings on his siblings. How much of it was actually true versus his own warped perceptions of them that may or may not have been affected by Unicron's own meddling? If Megatronus was his dark twin, then it wouldn't be a stretch to imagine that Prima projected a lot of his own insecurities and fears onto Megatronus, especially after Chaos turned his eyes upon Creation. Prima already had difficulties relating to others and prefers predictability. For Megatronus, his dark-counterpart and half of his own spark, to act without his knowledge, would have made Prima question everything after that point, while Unicron's leftover miasma sank its claws into him, stoking up the paranoia and distrust to extreme levels that will seed all the conflict afterwards.

'There is your mirror and shadow basking in another’s presence,' that dark, insidious croon whispers in the back of his mind. Prima sees Megatronus' expression -that soft one that's usually reserved when they're alone -as his brother wipes away the soot and grime from Solus' disgruntled face as she was obviously dragged from her Forge to the table for a meal. 'Look, he turns away from you, away from Light.'

[mineralsrocksandfossiltalks]

Monday Musings: Silurian Climate Flux

The Silurian Period saw many changes. One major change was the stabilization of the global climate. Or so we thought. Recent studies of carbon and oxygen isotopes have actually brought to light a rather volatile ocean-atmosphere system which correlate to the minor extinctions of the time.

Overall, there was an upward trend in warming globally. Sea level was about 200 m (656.2 ft) higher than today. However, there were some abrupt biodiversity changes noted with nothing to explain them. Lennart Jeppsson had discovered a cyclic stratigraphic pattern in the temporal distribution of conodonts preserved in the carbonate platform rocks of Gotland. The cyclic pattern, which was also paralleled by cyclicity of lithologies, was explained through an oceanic model that described shifts between two stable oceanic-climatic states. The driving force for the cyclic pattern was changing areas for production of oceanic deep-water over time from high latitudes to low latitudes.

These cyclic changes have been linked to three significant events: the Ireviken Event, the Mulde Event, and the Lau Event. Each of these are a minor extinction event. The Ireviken of the early Silurian was a profound extinction of conodonts. The survival ratio was 12 out of 60 globally known species and they never recovered. Graptolites were also hit pretty hard. Chitinozoans and acritarchs experienced as turnover (meaning some went extinct while others appeared in the fossil record). This event appears to start after a sea-level fall or regression.

In the Middle Silurian was the Mulde Event. Graptolites suffered the most this time. In fact, the accumulation in some areas literally blackened the bedding planes. Contemporaneous formation of organic-rich shale, alum shale, and not least the formation of the so-called ‘boundary coal seam’ in deep water environments shows that anoxia was widespread. Other pelagic groups were hit as well including planktonic radiolarians. They went from 28 species to 2. Again, this event started at least, with a regression of sea level.

In the Late Silurian was the Lau Event. Poor conodonts were hit again losing 17 of 23 species by the end. Graptolites were reduced by 70% and brachiopods and bivalves experienced a large turnover. Again, this is associated with a substantial sea-level drop.

Thanks for coming to today’s lesson. If you are interested in reading more you can check out this paper: https://www.researchgate.net/profile/Mikael-Calner/publication/228769324_Mass_Extinction/links/00b7d52b832a498f82000000/Mass-Extinction.pdf and tune in tomorrow to participate in some trivia! Fossilize you later!

[pureastrologywisdom]

ℭ𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔞𝔩 𝔠𝔶𝔠𝔩𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔩 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔱

Throughout the month your hormones go through peaks and flows, to feel truly connected with yourself you should be listening to your body throughout your cycle and understanding its different needs at different times.

The moon is heavily connected to your cycle - the ‘standard’ cycle is based around the 28 day moon cycle. Supposedly/typically, a new moon was meant to represent the time of bleeding, where you need more rest and where you hide yourself away more. And the full moon coincided with ovulation, being at the peak of fertility. That is why in more historic periods people believed you were more fertile and more likely to get pregnant when the moon was full. Now obviously we know everyones cycles are at different times, not everyone is synced up to the moon perfectly.

I have been becoming more connected with my cycle this past year, tracking it and paying more attention to the flux in energy and my moods and behavioural patterns - can you tell I am a virgo moon - and it has not only helped me feel more in tune with my femininity, but also I have seen how at different points in my cycle its easier to embody different planets in your chart depending on my energy levels.

So lets talk about the different phases of your cycle.

I feel its important to consider your moon sign especially towards the end of your cycle as you hit the luteal phase, this is post ovulation where your energy levels slowly start to decrease. You need that comfort and you need to in a way be able to ‘hibernate’ for lack of a better word. Along with this it’s common for some people to feel more emotional during this period due to pms (premenstrual syndrome).You can see that these things all link to your moon sign, so understanding your sign and yourself is important here. How do you feel safe and how do you gain comfort and relax. How can you take extra care of yourself and slow down during this time? 

I have also found that its easier to embody the energy of Mars and the Sun during ovulation. You often have more energy around this time in your cycle. Because of this you may find you can do more without feeling so fatigued and you can even be more productive. This is also the time of the month where you ‘shine’ a little more, and can feel your most confident and attractive. For this last reason I also feel that Venus can have more of an influence here. 

This is a theory I am working on and doing more research towards, however I thought I would give it to all of you on here so we can have an open discussion about it. If you have anything to add or have noticed anything I have written to be true for you I would love to hear your experience. 

Pureastrowisdom <3

[brandwhorestarscream]

Tfa bots afraid of sparklings au

Megaop, and even though he received a class/lecture on the subject Optimus still takes notes throughout the pregnancy

Sentinel's look makes the situation even better.

Optimus approaches the whole babymaking thing with rigid tact and intent to do everything by the book... all the way up until the time comes for him to lose his virginity the decepticon warlord, and his suddenly awakened sex drive kicks into high gear. He's on Megatron all night long, for several nights in a row. He just can't get enough! And when he turns up carrying, Optimus is equal parts excited and terrified. His eagerness suddenly does a 180 and he's almost afraid to touch his partner now, nervous he might hurt the delicate newspark he's carrying! Megatron rolls his optics and assures him that it would take a lot to harm this baby: Primus, his last one survived him being blown up and having his body parts scattered about that organic planet and harvested by the parasitic scavengers. It likely would've continued developing had the creepy piece of slag not infused it's own genetic material with the growing protoform, mutating it beyond recognition.

That sends Optimus reeling, because wait, what?! But Megatron offers no further explanation. Just says that, "There's little you could do to threaten them, little Prime. Worry not."

I do think you're right about Optimus taking notes tho. There's very little information on the subject right now, and even Ratchet said each carrying cycle is different, just like every carrier is different. So he wants to be prepared, map everything out and take notes so he can familiarize himself with forming patterns, and also to track their baby's progress. He keeps their baby book with laser precision, has dates and times for everything, down to the second. Cute things like the first kick, and the first time their presence could be felt in Megatron's spark. Less cute things too, like when his mate has the worst of his nausea spells and how his emotional fluxes come and go, and even how often the baby needs transfluid donations 🤭 which is quite often, given that the size difference between the parents is so great.

All in all, he's very excited to be a sire, and weirding out Sentinel is just a bonus XD probably clocks the old windbag right in the face if he dares say anything bad about his mate while he's carrying