#LIBM

[rozzywell]

Sorry for the ugly ass screenshot but I'm SOOO obsessed with the difference in views between Knightmares and all the other internet archive uploads. As it should be.

[starvulture]

Plot bunny. Send help.

[sanguine-squid]

i think im having leg pain time again

[mayasaurusss]

I want headcanons on dating a werewolf!lottie 🫡🫡🫡 like she would be an amazing werewolf so fluffy big and silly pls

A/N: Very sorry @sokestry, as always I started the headcanons without reading the full request before... I really should stop and think before doing these, but any other attempt I did today was MEDIOCRE so I kept this. I can make another set of headcanons more centered on the relationship, if you want! These past weeks have been rough on me, so blame university for my bad writing!

Warnings: fluff, implied start of relationship.

"Anyways, I'm sure there's nothing in it. You were probably just high. And why where you even there in the first place?" you joke half heartedly with Van. "And I continue to say, there was something! I am sure of it! And, that's none of your business". Van sits back in her chair, blushing slightly "Were you trying to recreate some scenes from your stupid slasher movies or were you hooking up with Tai?" Lottie joins the 'let's bother Van' game.

There was a rumor in town: the woods were haunted. Or at least, that's wat everyone who returned from them said. Couples which wanted to spend some 'fun time' togheter, groups of friends wanting to feel the thirll of something begin with them in the woods, all said the same.

At night, when everyone's asleep, something roams the woods, searching for introuders.

"Uh, let's not talk about that. I tell you, I heard something in the woods" she continues, "Yeah, yeah, sure. Whatever you say Van". That last phrase must have made her mad, 'cause her fists slam heavly on the table and her voice becomes slightly more loud than usual. "If you are that sure of yourself then, come on! Go! I want to see if your shit eating grin will still be there when you go into the woods!".

Lottie sips on her drink, "I think she's right. Besides, it's not safe to go out at night alone. Who knows which creeps are around".

Lottie, your... 'friend' has always been at your side, ever since the start of college. Lately, her demeanor has changed: once she used to be more shy and reserved but her personality has taken a new turn around two months ago. Now, she couldn't stop begin around you and trying to protect you. Probably, Van's challenge was making her uncomfortable.

"What, are you a chicken?" Van ignores Lottie, "You will understand what I'm talking about once you go there".

The moon is high in the sky tonight, like a giant white marble piercing through the dark. The air feels cold, too freezing to be an early summer evening.

You try not to mind the countless of spines slashing at your irritated skin, which by now has started to leave a faint trail of blood down your leg.

Annoyance fills your brain and you mentally face palm yourself: you should have known that it was a bad idea agreeing to Van's.

No matter, you're here now.

The woods are eerily queit. The air feels suddenly thick and heavy. Every sound the forest made before has gone queit and there's onyl the sound of your own breath. And that of a branch snapping behind you.

The blood in your veins freezes and you halt your movments. How the fuck can a branch snap on it's own?

You quickly whip your head around to be met by a pair of golden eyes. You can't make out what this thing is, just that big.

It hunches over you, almost kneeling on the ground, trapped in between the pine branches.

Tired of it's position, it shrugs off and stands on it's back legs. Now you can make it more clearly: it's tall, really tall.

You tell your libms to move, to run, to spend every single amout of energy you have left to make a run for it. Anything to stay alive, anything at all. But you don't, you can't.

Your limbs feel like lead and your body is almost paralized, like a deer in headlights.

The creature ducks under a high branch and comes back up stumbling over it's legs. It's so tall that it can't move as freely has it wants. Nevertheless, it's agile enough to be in front of you in seconds.

For how much you can see, it's covered in fur and has a long mound.

It releases a puff of air on your face, like it's releasing some kind of tension from it's chest. It comes even closer, as if it's any more possible, and now you're eyeing it's chest. Close enough that you can see each individual fur and how the night breeze moves it.

Unconciusly you meet it's eyes, expecting to find something horrifying, something that will tear your face open; only to be meet with what looks to be a... dog.

A big, giant, fluffy dog. Well, it resembles more a brownish wolf. It has an eerie human look to it, like it can understand your fear completely.

It's has deep brown eyes -the yellow colour must've been the reflection of the fallen flashlight-, on it's forehead there's a small scar without any fluff covering it.

The big, giant, fluffy dog gets closer to you, it starts to smell around your face. It's attentive, trying to unederstand if you are a threath or not. If it knows you, or not.

You look in diesbelief when the big, giant, fluffy dog starts to wave it's tail behind it's back. In just a matter of seconds, it's on you: all that you can feel is it's fur on you, heavy breathing, the thump of it's tail and an occasional lick on your face.

With curiosity, you reach a hand behind it's left ear and scratch.

The creature falls to it's side and for a second you think it got hurt in some way, but it has adjusted so that you can pet it's belly.

When you do, it's starts to let out some light wines of approval. And you are even more confused.

You'd wish you could stay here longer, that you could spend more time with this thing -for how crazy that sounds- but you're getting cold -that's on you for not bringing a jacket- and most importantly, you fear that if you accidentally do the wrong move, the next thing that that thing will do is ripping your guts open.

You wait for the creature to be comfortable enough, then, ever so slowly you get up, careful to not upset it -or to not stomp on it's tail-.

Just some minutes later, it wakes up. Cold and alone.

The morning after your little adventure, you're begin pestered by Van, "So? Is Miss 'I'm not scared of anything' convinced now? Or did you chiken out?".

You can't let her know she was right, or you'd never hear the end of it.

"I'm not sure what you saw, but I didn't see nor heard anything" you say while trying not to show your nervousness. "Yeah sure. You have an habit of lying; I remember when we saw 'The Conjuring'. You acted all cool then the day aft-"

Lottie falls heavly on the chair next to yours and hides her face in her arms.

Both you and Van look at eachother before turning to Lottie, "Hey Lottie? Sweetie? Is everything ok?" she visibly shudders at the pet name, but tries to play it off. "Yes...Just a bit tired, that's all".

Lottie has a strange look to herself today. During summer she usually wears one of those skimpish outfits of hers, but today she's covered head to toe. It looks like she hasn't slept all night.

"Uhm... ok...if you say so", Lottie seems stranger than usual. She's looking at you with a certain sparkle in her eyes. And, as if you hurt her somehow.

Some weeks go by with Lottie behaving ever so strangely. When you've had enough, you decide to crash at her house without telling her both to see what's she's been up to and to make her annoyed.

It's eight pm when you climb and knock on Lottie's window, startling the poor girl. She's wearing a black tank top and a pair of shorts. She looks almost angry at the fact that you're here.

"Why are you here?" she huffs at you while falling back on her bed. "Oh come on Lottie. You've been acting weirder than usual, I just wanted to check ok you. That's what friends do".

A small whine leaves Lottie, "We... We are not friends". Freezing your movements, you look back at her. "What are we then, Lottie?"

She's about to answer you, when her words die in her throat. A shiver travels up her body as her body starts to morph.

When you try to get closer to her and help, she shows you back on her bed and tries to run away from you. But her legs are too weak.

You watch as your best friend becomes something else. The second she starts to change, something in your mind snaps and links everything together.

The transformation is so terrifying that you can't watch. When you look back, your best friend has morphed into the creature from the woods.

She looks almost ashamed of herself, trying to make herself become smaller and to evade your eyes. Her tail fits snugly into her legs while from her throat leave whines.

She almost jumps up when she feels your hand on her. You ran your fingers on her brownish fur while holding her.

You try to not show your terror, and hold her closer than possible.

"Don't worry... You're ok...". You stay with her until morning, when her body becomes hers again.

As soon as she returns back to normal, Lottie throws her arms on your shoulders and snugs into your neck. Tears stain your shirt and she sobs uncontrollably "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I-I'm this ugly thing... I was... I was scared of hurting you. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I did".

You sit in silence, trying to comfort her at the best of your abilities.

"So... Why did you jump on me that night?" Lottie's breath halts and you can feel her cheeks heating up on your skin.

"Huh... You really like me then!" Lottie shudders in your arms "Stooop".

[alpinearts]

bored wip but i feel like im struggling a lot with proprtions lately. i cant get my proportions right without hours of adjustment and its Bothering Me. i want to sketch with the right proportions the first time around. can anyone recommend exercises i can do to help with this???? is there an easy exercise or is the solution just grinding for xp by drawing figures over and over again for a few days?

image below was my initial sketch. look how short the libms are.... i couldnt even tell either they looked fine to me

[swagdinner]

I don't have control over my libms i will collpaesr any sexonf now an i still hsvr to get back to the dorm

[snapjaw-scavenger]

libm drin. ehehehe . lipum dronk ! ahahahahah !

[baladalayanganputus]

Bal-Balan

Tidak berlebihan mengatakan masa kecilku cukup akrab dengan sepakbola lokal, sepakbola Indonesia. Sebelum melihat Ronaldo Nazario menari-nari dan jatuh cinta terhadap sepakbola dan Inter, pengalaman sepakbolaku adalah saksikan Persiraja Banda Aceh bertanding langsung di Harapan Bangsa. Circa 1995/1996, lawannya lupa, diajak ayah dan seorang temannya (kalau tak salah Om Giyanto). Pertandingan berakhir kaca mata dan ini jauh sebelum aku menahbiskan diri sebagai football fanatic.

Lalu setelah mulai menekuni Serie A circa 1998/1999. Mengikuti langsung tim kotaku tinggal, PSPS Pekanbaru, berjuang menembus Liga 1 (kalau tak salah masa itu masih Divisi Utama). Mengikutinya lewat radio lokal atau Tabloid Bola. Mendengar PSPS diperkuat striker tajam Afrika, almarhum Mourmada Marco. Maka kunjungan kedua ke stadion adalah melihat PSPS 'dicukur' 0-3 oleh Persitara Jakarta Utara yang diperkuat legenda Kamerun, Maboang Kessack.

Menjelang lulus SMA barulah kunjungan berikutnya. Jakarta menghelat Piala Asia 2007. Indonesia butuh menang dengan Korea Selatan untuk aman lolos dari fase grup. Sayang Indonesia kalah tipis 0-1. Sejak pertama masuk gerbang GBK, menyanyikan Indonesia Raya, berteriak bersama ribuan orang, hingga bubaran, merasakan betul bagian dari sebuah "komunitas imajinatif" bernama negara-bangsa yang kebetulan direkatkan sepakbola.

Kemudian sebuah eksebisi. Hadir lebih sebagai Interisti. Menyaksikan Diego Michiels terjengkang adu body dengan Javier Zanetti. Inter Milan era 'kegelapan' mengajarkan Bepe dkk main bola. Tidak terlalu berkesan memang selain bisa punya pengalaman saksikan langsung El Tractor dari dekat.

Lalu sekitar dua tahun lalu saksikan semi final Piala AFF di GBK. Indonesia tak dapat menembus pertahanan Vietnam. Berakhir kaca-mata. Orang-orang Belanda itu belum lagi memenuhi sebelas pertama. Setahun setelahnya Vietnam dibabat dua kali kandang dan tandang lewat timnas Belanda B.

Negara ini negara sepakbola. Ukurannya tentu fanatisme. Beberapa kenalan bahkan tidak punya klub -Eropa tentu saja- kesayangan namun begitu semangatnya berbicara soal timnas. Akupun kurasa demikian saat berbicara timnas walau semuanya londo.

Dulu era Ligina hingga LIBM masih cukup mengikuti. Terlebih rubrik OLE Nasional tabloid Bola otomatis dibaca dalam dua terbitan seminggu. Sampai era Indosemen naik ke Divisi Utama saja masih sayup-sayup ingat. Piala Tiger selalu membuat sesak dada. Tapi begitulah, seperti ujar Babe Sabeni: latihan mulu, menangnya kagak.

Terima kasih STY, selamat datang Patrick Kluivert.

[emmarobinsonsworld]

Inverted portable biological microscope LIBM-D10

Labtron Inverted Portable Biological Microscope features a lightweight handheld design, ideal for fieldwork and confined spaces like glove boxes or environmental cabinets. It offers high-resolution specimen observation, a monocular head, inverted stage for liquid samples, focus knob, optional camera attachment and a compact portable stand.

[iam-emmet]

Is it telling you to do anything, maybe it wants something from you

That's just gibbbrishb again. .

. my libms aare lkse jelly.

[onecoolocelot]

floating fatigue n body is beginnign to itch in the inside or restlessness myb it's the coffee i feel so tired but i dont hv any reason to be like not tired fatifuged like libms lose action lose ability to hold up need rest yet antsy feeling need presssure or to be stretched need to go to bed tired brething feels weird too

[taperwolf]

I went looking through the repository for 2020 at random and, on my first click, hit Edward Giles's entry, which is a 1963-byte program — in the shape of a telephone handset — that synthesizes and decodes DTMF dialing tones.

(1963 is the year the first pushbutton phones became available.)

Other quotes from the readme:

This program only supports WAV files that have exactly 16 bits per sample, but it allows any sample rate and any number of audio channels.

Despite handling lots of sine waves, the program only uses basic arithmetic operations. It does not depend on libm.

This program determines which frequencies are present in the input by passing it through a set of 8 virtual resonators, each tuned to one of the frequencies used for DTMF. These can be implemented using only basic arithmetic, and they are able to 'select' a specific frequency from the input sound, blocking all other frequencies from reaching the output. The loudness of the sound output from each resonator can therefore be used as a measure of how much of a particular frequency was present in the input. The program then decides, over the course of one tone, which row frequency and which column frequency were most prominent.

Tones are generated using those same resonators by providing an impulse as input. An impulse can be thought of as consisting of sine-waves at all frequencies, and when it is put through one of the resonators, the result is a single pure sine wave.

Let's just say I may have to deobfuscate the code and roll it into a synthesizer.

a present for the shikigamiposters

[libmuk]

9 Questions are generally asked in an interview

Know the questions: 

❄️ Introduce yourself 

❄️ Why do you want to work for us? 

❄️ Why did you apply for this position? 

❄️ Why should we hire you? 

❄️ Where would you like to be in 5 years time? 

❄️ What are your weaknesses? 

❄️ What are your strengths? 

 ❄️ What salary are you expecting? 

❄️ Do you have any questions? 

 https://www.libm.co.uk/courses/ 

[imogxnpxxts]

[📖] Let it be me

It had already been afternoon, when they finally arrived at the beach and after taking the longest of walk along the shore, they were now seated on a bench not too far away from the water. Surely the sky would turn orange soon and the sun would set. Not a bad way to end this day at the beach. Imy let her head rest on Chris’ shoulder while her legs were across his lap, she could feel his hand on her knee. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a few moments. “You doing good?” she mumbled, snuggling closer because she was beginning to freeze a little, although she was wearing a warm jacket, a hat and a scarf. @glamevans

[jonesylium]

saved as " for some reason....fma vm " #criticalrolefanart IN SOME FORM I GUESS XD it all started bcs of a post i saw here on tumblr...