#SOL reflection

[katsunearo]

Offering his heart 🫀💎

...except it probably isn't so pure :) can you tell I love doing reflection studies? Anyway enjoy along with a little...joke

[baufuesick]

Temp-AI-Estimator: Interior Temperature Prediction using Domain-Informed Deep Learning

AbstractApproximately 40% of total energy demand in the European Union is consumed by the residential buildings sector, thus also significantly contributing to carbon dioxide emissions. Circa 28% of this energy demand is attributed to space heating and cooling, primarily influenced by the building’s envelope and need to ensure indoor thermal comfort. Given this significant energy consumption,…

[banditblvd]

GADZOOKS!!!!! IT'S DAY 7 OF @justfluffwithit WEEK!!!! WOWZERS!!!!

Anyway remember when they showed that William canonically kicks ass in Mario kart

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ive been thinking about the red string superstition recently and also sol bufo always and it makes me sick how uncannily caldwell tanner has made sol to perfectly target me personally

(+ cropped versions !)

[sol-insidious]

Bringing my two cents to the (in)famous Luke "Chanel Boots" Skywalker joke because I actually have weird thoughts about Luke and fashion tropes that go beyond haha gay blonde twink like luxury brand.

Thinking about Luke's characterization and fashion as a narrative device. The significance of Luke leaving Tatooine with literally nothing but the clothes on his back and donning Corellian Bloodstripes at the end of A New Hope.

Thinking about Luke's wardrobe gradually transitioning from lighter colors to black throughout Episodes IV-VI.

Thinking about the sheer intentionality of Luke having an all-black wardrobe in Return of The Jedi onwards. Is it to honor his father? To mourn him? To remind himself of who he could be and who he already is? All of the above? Thinking about the deliberate asymmetry of Luke's single black glove. Thinking about the white flap on his chest.

Thinking about Padmé and how she was molded into fashion since birth, the extravagance of her outfits and makeup as an Amidala. Thinking about how Luke seems to mirror her regal anonymity with his cloaked grim reaper fit. Thinking about Luke's disconnected relationship with his late mother and wondering if he ever felt the same level of restrictive empowerment she did when she wore her gowns.

Thinking about the nuances of queer fashion and how it can equally be as empowering and restrictive to the wearer.

Thinking about the white and orange prison uniforms in Andor and the colors of the Rebel Alliance.

Thinking about my old Modernist Literature professor who wrote her thesis on the colors of stockings in D.H. Lawrence's fiction and how women characters chose to wear bright stockings under their long, billowing skirts that no-one else but themselves could see. Thinking about the color pink in Legally Blonde. Thinking about reading dress and fashion as a legitimate pathway to literary analysis. Thinking about the utter significance of Luke's entire outfit. All of his outfits.

Thinking about those damn Chanel Boots.

[datura21]

Dans le jardin, près de la glycine Hannah s’endort.

[theeyeofeverything]

I am cooking big rich jieyi doodledump for all of you jieyi enjoyers

[branchflowerphoto]

reflections at the turtle dam

[pybytes]

Touch.

[luc3ks]

thinking about my little meow meow

sol emeralds and sol energy fucking her up 😱

[eye-m-always-watching]

When the red sun slowly sets in the west of the island, and the chill of the winter night occurs, it's time like these where memories of old settles on it's skin like a sleet of snow.

It closes it's eyes, a hollow emptiness on it's back and in it's chest. A memory of what it had, what it lost, and what it needed to avenge.

[Start of Flashback]

It was time for the Christmas event, and you have already gotten all the helpers to decorate and set up as you've done every year.

This batch of residents have been quite good this year, even if some were a little to rambunctious for their own good, but that was neither here nor there. One of the events for Christmas was how they would decorate their own living areas anyway!

You wanted to make sure that these kids, your kids, experience a good Christmas for once.

Too many times have you ended up... resetting the Islanders. Sinners. They should've kept their filthy hands to themselves.

Your red tipped wings stretches out from behind you as you soar down to the center of the island. A large gust of wind flourished through the air as you landed, the lights or music already ringing through your ears.

You smooth out ruffled feathers, and you can't help but noticed how... little you hear.

Yes the music was playing, there was the sounds of things occuring all the time, but... where were the children this was all for?

You shake your head, ignoring the mounting dread in your chest as you rationalize the situation. No, it's fine, it's early they're probably still at home. The residents aren't around either, or they're planning something fun with each other to do between events, surely!

. . .

Still, it'll be good to do a headcount, it'll settle your nerves.

. . .

There were at least three kids missing. Their parents too, where did they go?

Your feathers fluff up with increased tension, as worse and worse possibilities comes to mind. You can't help but pace through the island, searching, looking, worrying.

A sliver of yellow catches your eyes and you immediately look over.

There's a small sigh of relief that you couldn't help as you see them.

[Sunny]

You try to smooth ruffled feathers again as you make your way over to the little dragon on the bench, you can hear her parents somewhere in the distance.

They were accounted for, at least.

“[Sunny], how are you doing today?”

[ @thepoultryprincess ]

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mountain goats only one way. c3 siblings coded even .........

[thelemonsnek]

they hate each other except for when they dont. but actually they do

[image id: a series of sketches of Day, a pokemon trainer oc, and Melli from legends arceus. Day is a white person with their hair shaved on one side, and is wearing glasses, a t shirt, a long jacket with stripes on the sleeves, and flame-patterned puffy pants tucked into boots.

In the first sketch, Melli stands side by side with Day. Day looks up at him, extremely unimpressed, as Melli says "oh your coat is just in horrible condition, your terrible galaxy team forcing you to work in the wilds in whats clearly such flimsy fabric just proves how bad you people are". Then, he says, "now I simply insist you allow me, the Great Melli, to repair and reinforce it with my superior sewing skills". He looks down at Day, very smug, as they startle, clearly not having expected an offer of help.

In the next series of sketches, Melli is sewing their jacket with Day watching. Empty speech bubbles hover above Melli as he explains it to them. Then, he hands the jacket over to an apprehensive Day, saying "now you try." Day begins sewing, now more confident and smiling a bit as Melli continues to instruct them. Melli grins, saying "see? how could you fail, being taught by the Great Melli ;)". Day looks at Melli, sick and tired of his shit.

The final two sketches show Day in their newly repaired jacket. They stand looking down at it, smiling in surprised delight. In the first, they face the front, and in the second, they've spun around to look at the back of it. The cuffs of the sleeves, bottom of the jacket, and a couple gashes on the back are the most significantly repaired portions. The shoulders are now embroidered with Hisuian Decidueye inspired patterns, and the gash on the back has been repaired to mimic rays of light. End id]

[datura21]

Alice dans son miroir.

[arodykeism]

some bobbles (+ two unfinished things)

[sol-dial]

Some people just...change your life. Doesn’t have to be in a romantic sense. But friendship, platonic, beyond. The person you instantly connect with, you learn about each other and are somehow the same soul. You become so close, not without the positives and negatives of course, that it’s dizzying how deep the connection goes once you reflect on it. How. How did you bare open your heart, have it be stared at, judged, and yet, accepted? To be able to be your true self, that you hid even from yourself, and learned to love yourself? To be seen and to be loved? To have your little quirks, your passion, be mirrored in whole?

How do you bare your heart open like that again? To another? With the uncertainty that this other person won’t be as accepting, as understanding? Maybe overthinking is the secret killer, but it also stems from some kind of logic, doesn’t it? Sometimes. But it’s irrational as well. Perhaps, be content with the idea that if it happens, it happens. Some things are meant to be, meant to happen. Just be comfortable with the fact that things just happen, and live life. The people who are worth it will make themselves known.