seat-safety-switch · 2 months ago
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By now it should be apparent to everyone that I have a particular hatred for airplanes. They're like buses, I complain, in that someone else drives them and they're boring, but they cost five hundred times as much.
Thing is, I'm trying to better myself, look at my biases, get over my long-held hatred for a fellow internal combustion engine. That's why I decided to enter into flight school for the day, in order to get a better appreciation about planes. Sure, it cost a lot of money, but that's why rich people leave their credit cards in their cars when they think I'm the valet.
My initial training went well. Nobody suspected that I was a secret car driver. I soon realized I was not alone: out in the parking lot were several other cars. Nobody had brought their own plane to plane lessons.
Soon, I was ripping up the skies in a Beechcraft Bonanza. Sure, I could have picked an airplane that wasn't renowned for being an unreliable dentist-killer, but it looked very lonely sitting there on the very ass-end of the tarmac with weeds growing through its canopy. Also, I think my savvy choice impressed my flight trainer, Aerial "Anne" Anderson, who now knew that she was dealing with someone with poor impulse control. And if I've learned anything from Hollywood, it's the reckless hot-shot pilots with poor impulse control that survive to the end of the movie and get to ride a cool sport-bike.
So, how did it turn out? Not great: I blew my cover. After I made a successful landing, I started driving ("taxiing," because it costs a lot of money) the plane to Arby's. I wanted to pick up some Bacon Beef 'N Cheddars for the rest of the class to ingratiate myself: we all know they are the secret food that all pilots crave from their godlike perspective in the skies above us mortals. Turns out it doesn't fit in the drive-through for shit. Fuel economy wasn't great either.
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copperbadge · 2 months ago
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It's time for SAM! TRANSLATES! ITALIAN!
��you’re quiet” yes I’m trying to gauge how weird I can be in this new social situation (source)
"Sei zitto" sì sto tentando misurare che strano posso sia in questo nuovo situazione sociale.
I'm not sure if "che strano posso sia" is right for "how weird I can be"; it may need to be translated as "che strano potrà essere" (how weird it is possible to be").
“I have performed the necessary butchery. Here is the bleeding corpse.” (source I found it from, because the original is deleted)
Ho fatto la strage necessaria. Qui è il cadavere sanguinante.
Actually rather pleased by this one, I remembered to use passato prossimo for "I have performed" although I translated it as "I have done".
I'm riding a bus through SF and saluting every pride flag I see. I just saluted the Italian flag on accident. (source)
Sto prendendo un autobus attraverso SF e sto salutando ogni bandiera dell'orgoglio che io vedo. Sono appena salutato la bandiera della Italia accidentalmente.
Not sure Accidentalmente is in the right place but otherwise nice use of the gerundio presente. I love the gerundio presente.
Also you could say "Sto prendendo un Pullman attraverso SF" but it always seems a little silly that one of the words for bus in Italian is "Pullman". (Pullman was a company that made trains and buses, and it's actually a Chicago thing, so I'm touched but perplexed.)
turn up that fucking hurdy gurdy (source I found it from, original deleted)
Alza il cazzo volume della ghironda!
Bet you all didn't know there's a specific term for the hurdy gurdy in Italian!
Also I guess Italian doesn't have a direct corollary to "fucking" so I went with Cazzo. I wasn't quite sure how to cope with "cazzo ghironda" which would be more properly "fucking hurdy gurdy" but I was concerned about using the feminine (della) with a masculine adjective (cazzo) on a feminine noun (ghironda). So mostly this is "Turn up the fucking volume of the hurdy gurdy".
you just hate me because several life times ago I drowned you in the lake and got away with it (source)
Tu semplicimente me odi perche parecchi di vite fa io tu ho annegato in il lago e io non sto prenduto da chiunque.
This one was shockingly difficult because I had no idea how to do past tense passive voice. I had to read a whole article about it. (Turns out for this one, passato prossimo plus "da [acting individual]" was best.)
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jellybeanium124 · 1 year ago
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OFMD characters as drivers
Ed: passenger princess. he can drive but someone always drives for him
Stede: obeys traffic laws until he doesn't. hits curbs. doesn't know what any of the lights mean on the inside of his car. pays for premium gas no matter how many times Ed tells him it's a scam and his car doesn't need it. probably gets a new car every year.
Izzy: the worst backseat driver and then drives like a fucking maniac. Yells at you if you don't hit the gas the second the light turns green. Gets into an accident at least once a year. Road rage. Probably had his license revoked.
Jack: chill ass awful driver. He's hotboxed his car so many times just breathing in there for a few minutes can get you high. cigarette butts everywhere. don't look in the glove compartment, it'll be something you wish you hadn't seen.
Olu: a good driver!
Jim: speed demon
Lucius: passenger princess, but unlike Ed he can't drive. never got his license. doesn't need it though
Pete: average kinda shitty driver who forgets to use his turn signals
Buttons: only takes the bus everywhere and is known to bus drivers and passengers citywide. some say he created the bus system
Roach: really good driver but will break the law. probably got emt training so he can swerve through traffic like no one's business when he has to
Frenchie: doesn't trust cars. Or buses. Walks, bikes, or trains everywhere. Whenever he has to get in a car he doesn't like it. the streets are full of evil
Wee John: idk what to say about Wee John. probably a normal driver
The Swede: can't drive. Not a passenger princess though. always has to ask for rides very shyly and usually ends up in the middle seat.
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tagthescullion · 3 months ago
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I'm imagining an AU where Nico brought Hazel back from the dead but didn't know about Camp Jupiter, maybe leaving the Underworld with her before Hades told him (the timeline as to when exactly he found out about CJ and how this fits into when he brought Hazel is iffy anyway; we don't actually know which one happened first); maybe he didn't even realize she was Roman.
So instead, he brings her to Camp Half-Blood.
Their cover story is that Hazel is from the Lotus Hotel. Nico went back there hoping to find out more about his family, since he doesn't remember anything about his past and hoped he and Bianca had left papers or photographs or something there, found Hazel there instead, and brought her out. This explains Hazel being from the 1940s and also explains Hades not breaking the oath, since I don't think he'd stand for his honor being questioned if the Greeks thought he'd broken the oath with Hazel's mother.
So Nico and Hazel show up at camp, and he brings her to Chiron. Chiron, who can recognize a Roman on sight, just like he did with Jason.
And Chiron takes one look at Hazel and, just like he did with Jason, says, "You should be dead."
To which Hazel and Nico respond, shocked that they've been found out so soon, "How did you know?!"
anon you inspired me, and I am most grateful, I was having a 20s crisis.
Rating: G+ (a bit of swearing)
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Inconvenient Revelations
“We’re almost there,” Nico said between breaths. 
Hazel couldn’t judge him. They’d been trekking for ages, her legs were going by themselves by this point, she’d lost the feeling in them at least ten miles ago.
“Why couldn’t we take a bus?” She asked. 
Nico didn’t stop, but he slowed his pace so he’d be side-by-side with her. “Hazel, I’ve told you, it’s dangerous. I am like a magnet to monsters. I’ve heard stories of monsters in buses, trains, even planes!”
That was all tragic and all, but for starters, Hazel knew Nico would rather swim across the Atlantic and half-way across the Mediterranean to his native Italy rather than so much as sit on a plane; and secondly, she’d seen the boy deal with four different monsters on the way and the chances of a lone, hungry monster managing to murder them on a bus was almost zero.
She gave him a funny look.
“All right,” he said, raising his hands in an appeasing manner. “I thought we’d get to know each other better if we traveled by foot. Central Park isn’t too far from Camp if you go in a vehicle.”
“And, pray tell,” she said. “What have you learned about me in four and a half days of walking?”
Nico shrugged. “You hate pickles, you never learned how to ride a bike, thinking about the past makes you go on a trance, you lived in Alaska but won’t tell me why, you—” He leaned on a tree and held a hand to his side. “I am so not made for exercising.” He said indignantly. “At any rate, I know a million details and nothing substantial.”
She turned so he wouldn’t see her face. She’d avoided talking about stuff she cared too much about, or was embarrassed about, too. She hadn’t mentioned Sammy, or their father’s visit. She avoided speaking of her mother. She had never told him how she had died, nor how she had almost allowed Gaea to rise to power again. 
“I don’t like sharing either,” he assured her. “That’s okay.”
That was also true. She knew very little of her new brother. He liked soccer, he hated mozzarella. He had another sister who died, he was Venetian —and no, that wasn’t the same as ‘Italian’—. He was also born before the War, and had remained in a timeless trance in a place called the Lotus Hotel —which he had only confessed, she supposed, because it was to be her cover once they arrived at Camp Half-Blood—.
Yet Hazel was sure that they had, for better or for worse, found out substantial information out of each other by accident. 
She knew she’d been rescued from the Underworld by accident because he’d called her Bianca too many times to hide the pain he felt from not being able to have his real sister back. While he now was comfortable sleeping in rough places and out in nature, he had clearly had a rather privileged upbringing  —who  the hell asked for silverware to eat tacos?—. He respected, and probably even loved, their father and yet he resented the god, too. 
“What do you really know about me?” She asked. 
He raised an eyebrow. 
“Don’t play a fool,” she insisted. “I know you know more than that.”
Nico studied her with his soft-brown eyes. His eyes, Hazel thought, didn’t fit his face well. They were too kind, even when he hardened his expression to a cold, unfeeling façade.
“You regret something,” he said. “Probably something about how or why you died.”
She tilted her head. 
“In Asphodel, most spirits forget themselves.” He explained, starting to walk again. “Unless they hold dear memories they stick to,” he continued, “or unless they can’t let go of regrets and guilt.”
“What makes you think I don’t remember good memories?” She wondered.
He scoffed. “No offence, Hazel, but you’re miserable.”
She frowned. “How kind. Spoken like the true ray of sunshine you are.”
He huffed a laugh. “You’re not wrong. I have accepted that I'm not happy. But you have another chance at life. Cheer up, Hazel!”
She didn’t cheer up. 
They walked in silence for a few more miles. Gods, she was ready to drop and sleep for two weeks.
“Over there!” Nico stopped suddenly. He pointed towards the North-East.
Hazel barely avoided colliding with him. She followed her brother’s arm to a hill. There was a lone pine-tree standing on top, with something curled underneath it —too far for her eyes to see properly—.
“That’s the place?” She asked. “Do we have to climb more?”
Nico nodded somberly. “I forgot New York had hills.”
She had wondered, on more than one occasion, how her brother could forget places he had supposedly visited a lot. He had painted this Camp Half-Blood as a haven for demigods in danger, and yet he didn’t seem to know jackshit about it.
“Clearly, you walk here often,” she said.
“I shadow-travel,” he told her. “Much faster, but rather tiring. Especially for long distances. Besides, my aim isn’t great.”
She did recall asking how far he’d ever been from his home, and him replying ‘China!’. It probably had to do with the whole being eaten by shadows thing.
When he’d explained to her what shadow-traveling consisted of, he'd also mentioned it was unwise to use that method not knowing if the shadows would claim her again. Needless to say, she’d been uncompelled to try.
Eventually, treading over their tired feet, they managed to get to the hill. Halfway through the climb —not too steep a slope, thank the gods—, Hazel recognized the thing under the tree.
It was a dragon.
“It’s okay,” Nico said, catching her face. “He’s a good dragon, he guards Thalia’s tree.”
Why did the tree have a name, Hazel didn’t know. Why did they have a guardian dragon…? Well, it must have had to do with the shiny pelt on one of the lower branches.
“Why do you have a carpet on the tree?” She asked. 
Nico looked bemused. “Huh? Oh… the Golden Fleece? It’s a long story, I’ll tell you later.”
The dragon raised his head as they got closer.
“Hello, Peleus.” Nico grinned at the beast. “How are we doing today? Still warm for September, isn’t it?”
The dragon let Nico pet him for a bit, and then he saw Hazel.
Immediately, its demeanor changed. It went still, watching her every move with dark eyes.
“What’s wrong with you, ragazzo?” Nico demanded. “She’s one of us, this is Hazel, my sister!”
Peleus didn’t seem to care much for Nico’s opinion. He followed her with his eyes as she walked past him.
Crossing an invisible wall that appeared to be aligned with the tree, Hazel felt a shiver down her spine.
Turn away. 
Her hands felt sweaty all of a sudden.
Get out.
Nico saw her discomfort and gave up trying to convince the dragon of Hazel’s innocence.
Could this place know what Hazel had done? Nico had called it Thalia’s tree. Was Thalia some sort of protector spirit that kept traitors away?
She crossed her arms around her torso, feeling cold.
“Is everything all right?” He asked. “The barrier may know you’re…”
For a fraction of a second, Hazel froze, scared that Nico had somehow figured out her hand in Gaea’s attempted return. Then she calmed herself, he only meant she had been dead.
“Must be.” She tried to sound certain, but Nico’s face let her know she’d failed spectacularly.
“Come on, then,” he said, offering her a hand. “That over there’s the Big House, we’ll get you acquainted with the activities director and with the camp’s director, too —if he’s here, that is—.”
Hazel got a good look of Camp Half-Blood as they went down the hill towards the house. There were bizarre-looking cabins arranged in a horse-shoe shape, some only half-constructed. A sprinkle of Greek-style buildings dotted the valley between the hills, and a big forest went off towards the East. She could glimpse the ocean in the distance, and a lake not too far from it.
It was idyllic, and yet every step further into the place made Hazel feel more and more uneasy.
“I’m not sure this is a good idea,” she warned her brother on the porch steps —the blue house looming over them—.
Nico’s face had closed off, making Hazel sure he knew something was off. Regardless, he tried for a smile and said, “Nonsense, everybody’s welcome at Camp.”
Out the door came out a tall, blonde girl, almost running into them.
“Oh, Nico, hi!” She said. She turned to Hazel with a small smile. “You must be new.”
“Hazel,” Nico gestured at her. “This is Annabeth Chase, our leader.”
The girl rolled her eyes. “Percy’s the leader, not me.”
Nico shrugged. “Is Chiron here?”
Annabeth nodded. “Mr D isn't, though, called to Olympus for who knows what.” Turning to Hazel, she added, “It’s better that he’s not here, actually.”
“He’s not that bad,” Nico argued. “He’s an acquired taste.”
“I’ve been here for eons and I haven’t acquired shit,” Annabeth stated. Realizing she sounded scornful, she said in a softer tone. “But then again, perhaps we’re just incompatible people.”
Hazel had absolutely no clue who they were speaking about. Somebody important enough to be called to Olympus so not someone she’d speak of so lightly as Annabeth had. Of course, she was evidently a seasoned veteran of demigodness, and Hazel’s only life achievement had been to almost destroy the world. Different standards, she supposed.
“I’ve promised Clarisse I’d spar with her.” Annabeth interrupted Hazel’s thoughts. “But welcome to Camp, Hazel! Don’t let Nico show you that crappy orientation video.”
She ran off just as Nico retorted a whiny, “Oh, come on! It’s brilliant. It’s fucking ridiculous.”
Nico opened the Big House’s door and waited for Hazel to go in.
The place was quiet, old-fashioned, and had walls that needed repainting.
Nico led her to a room in the back of the place, it had big windows facing the valley.
There was a man sitting in a wheelchair —presumably Chiron—, reading a blueprint that showed what appeared to be a temple. 
He looked up as Hazel and her brother went into the room.
“Nico, an unexpected surprise!” Chiron said. 
His eyes focused on Hazel. His friendliness vanished in an instant. His small but amicable smile turned into a hard frown, and he gripped the table in front of him tight enough for his knuckles to turn white.
“You should be dead.”
Hazel felt faint, she was vaguely aware of Nico taking a step back, putting himself between Chiron and Hazel.
She swallowed. “How— How do you—?”
But before Hazel could finish talking, Nico said sharply, “What do you mean?”
Chiron pushed the wheelchair away from the table and stood.
No, he didn’t stand up. Hazel —amidst her discomfort and fear— stared bemused as the chair rolled back as a horse materialized from Chiron’s waist down.
He was a centaur! 
Ignoring Nico’s question, Chiron faced Hazel. “You know what I mean, do you not?”
She caught a difference in his voice but didn’t have time to consider it as she debated whether to lie or to tell the truth. There seemed to be little point in dishonesty, the centaur had caught on to their charade inconveniently fast. Could he read minds, Hazel wondered? 
She nodded slowly.
“Wait,” Nico held up his hands. “Are you speaking Latin? What are you, a Catholic priest?”
Chiron looked back at her brother. “Where did you two meet?”
“The Lotus Hotel,” Nico said quickly. “I was searching for clues about my family and I ran into her.”
“Are you sure about that?” The centaur insisted.
Nico huffed. “I know you don’t trust me much, but I—”
“It’s okay, Nico,” Hazel stopped him. “He knows.”
Her brother looked between her and Chiron. Realizing, perhaps, that their game was lost, he sighed.
“I can explain,” he said.
“I sure hope so,” Chiron told him, and Hazel didn’t think the chastising undertone was all that necessary. “There’s a reason why Greeks and Romans have been kept separated for centuries. I should like to know what gave you the impression that it was a good idea to bring one of them here.”
That disoriented Hazel. By her brother’s expression, he wasn’t following the conversation either, but she could also see a gleam of relief in his eyes.
“Roman?” Nico inquired. “Like, an Ancient Roman demigod?”
“I’m not from Ancient Rome,” Hazel argued. “I died in 1942!”
Nico shook his head as a warning, but the damage had been done.
“Died!” Chiron cried. 
He glared at Nico, who in exchange took a step closer to him, and put up what Hazel had baptized ‘the diplomat smile’. Fake as plastic, and not yet convincing in the face of a 12-year-old.
“What have you done?” Chiron demanded. “And don’t lie to me, son of Hades.”
“How about,” Nico offered in an almost-calm voice. “We sit down, you tell us what you mean about Hazel being Roman, and then we share the whole story of how we met?”
Chiron looked exasperated. 
“Gods above!” He muttered.
“Actually,” Nico rebutted. “It’s the gods below we should be blaming for this whole thing.”
“I imagine your father has no idea of your… rescue operation.” Chiron speculated.
“I’d be terribly grateful if you didn’t enlighten him,” Nico said. 
Chiron let out a long, exhausted breath.
“Let’s sit down,” he agreed. “We’ll talk. Then we’ll decide what we do from here.”
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skopostheorie · 10 months ago
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Anyway I've been here for six days now (basically a naturalised citizen) so here is what I have to say about China
Shit is CHEAP. Worryingly cheap. Don't think about it too much.
Their hourly minimum wage is the equiv of about $5AUD but that's reasonably proportionate to how much a meal is. Rent seems a bit more difficult though so I don't know how people manage that (cheap as dirt places go for 4000yuan a month or so)
People are REALLY nice, even security guards and cops and other people you'd assume would kind of give you a hard time. They'll have a laugh with you about stuff.
The country kind of feels like it's encased in a giant metaphorical glass dome - everything functions using their own special apps, special ways of doing things, etc etc. Breaking into it is difficult, but once you're "in", so to speak, it's very easy.
Public spaces including trains and buses are a bit of an "every man for himself" vibe. People will play their phone videos out loud and no one even gives a shit. Once a security guard on shift was just sitting there playing his 抖音 videos out loud with little concern for anything or anyone. It's not mayhem, but it's certainly no polite affair.
Your phone loses battery very quickly and unless you're just going for a walk it's impossible to leave home without it as any purchase is via WeChat, Alipay et al. Many times I had considered going for a phone free outing before realising it just couldn't be done.
China is beautiful and just about every place has something to offer. There are streets that are clearly just a result of a LOT of urban development being done very quickly but in terms of actual sites, it's hard to find a city that doesn't have something incredible in it.
Their coffee is top notch. Seriously approaching Melbourne level. I'm flabbergasted and slightly concerned because frankly Australia is bullied by China on the daily and our coffee is the only thing I knew for certain we had over them. Now I don't know what the fuck we're meant to do
Trains tend to be in English, even if it's not particularly big with foreigners, though I haven't gone to any suuuuper remote locations so I don't know about those. They're very well maintained; they're more or less indistinguishable from those in Japan, Korea etc.
Bikes and motorbikes don't have to follow traffic lights which will make you shit yourself the first couple times they ride right past you as you cross the road.
There is not as much propaganda around as I was expecting. My uni has a big statue of Mao but as it happens that's just cuz he has a history with this particular university. I haven't seen any pictures of Mao anywhere else that's not, like, a dedicated Spot for that sort of thing (think Tiananmen square etc). I saw one pic of Xi in a museum. Most propaganda is just asking people to become soldiers and cops and stuff. I was expecting it to be like Vietnam or something but it's basically non-existent.
No the social credit memes are not true unless everyone else can see mine and is just not telling me
Those world statistics weren't lying that country really can heavily populayed
People love taking photos of themselves but selfies are not too popular, so dedicated individuals will bring whole stands with lights and shit like that, as though they were dedicated cosplayers. Yesterday we saw a middle aged woman doing a sort of VR anime idol stream (I can't remember what they're called but the one where your face is overlayed with an anime avatar) in the middle of the bridge haha
^ and people will take these sorts of photos in front of ANYTHING. Even if it's... Slightly inappropriate by some standards. It's kind of funny.
People are generally quite chill and don't take themselves too seriously
I'll add more if I think of more
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boredbakedbeans · 1 month ago
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i cant overstate how important this panel is to me, how important this line is to me, how important it is that takeda is saying it and that he's saying it to hinata.
takeda famously does not know much about volleyball as a game. he saw a group of boys who loved a sport and wanted to support them as much as he could. he organized practice matches and buses and tournaments, but he didn't know the plays or the techniques or the positions, and he knew he couldn't coach them. that's why he asked ukai to coach. takeda learned, of course, but still--he couldn't know as much as ukai, whose grandfather was a famous coach, who raised the little giant. takeda doesn't know volleyball, and next to ukai, he especially doesn't know volleyball.
but this line. takeda confidently, firmly, matter-of-factly, tells hinata what volleyball is. takeda DOES know volleyball. he knows it better than anyone, better than any of the players, better than ukai, because he has seen it as a complete outsider. he was there for every practice game, (almost) every argument, every injury, every bus ride--not as a coach or a player, but as their mentor, as something completely detached from the game. first and foremost, takeda is a teacher at karasuno. he has seen every player outside of the volleyball court. he has seen them as students, as mentees, as boys. takeda has seen first hand how volleyball, how this sport, how their team, follows every player outside of the gym. his lack of volleyball experience is what allows him to see so clearly the impact that volleyball has on each player, especially hinata-- takeda sees firsthand that none of karasuno, HINATA ESPECIALLY, ever really stops playing volleyball. ever.
it's with this knowledge that he tells hinata what volleyball is. THIS IS STILL VOLLEYBALL. this: hinata, sitting on the bench, so feverish he can barely stand. that is still volleyball. volleyball is not just the game on the court. volleyball is the injuries and the training and the practice and the food and the effort and the people and the friends and the rivals and the family.
haikyuu translates to volleyball, but volleyball is not just volleyball. haikyuu is not just volleyball. it is a manga about growing up, about finding something you love to do, about meeting people who push you to be better, about discipline and hard work and also rest. it is about defeat and acceptance and triumph and friendship and love and failure and success. it is about the stages of life that make you who you are, even if you never return to the people, to the sport, to the place--they will always be a part of you. it is about a culmination of moments like these--moments that force you to be present, to accept, to appreciate the happiness and the pain, and to move on. haikyuu is volleyball and this is still volleyball!!!!!
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killed-the4rtisan · 2 months ago
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Everything about Star (Spencer) moth (Dib) to know
First, its a ship between Dib (Dibomethane) Membrane and Spencer Z (It's just a Z don't pay attention to it) Asterales. Basically, they grow up together, be gay, and have 2 babies
More detailed version which is still under change because I wasn't happy with an original or something
Spencers tragic backstory etc etc, he crash lands onto Earth and escapes the clutches of his father from hell. He's young right now and so for the next few years he hitches rides on trains and buses as he steals and learns about the humans of earth. Also right now he's hiding his cat stuff because he thinks if he reveals himself he will die (Might be true, everyone's too dumb) Then when he's,, 15/14 he finds Zim when he just, walks into school and is all "This fucker will get me back home to my home" (His mother sold him and he manipulated himself into thinking he was kidnapped) Anyways he starts talking to him and Dib being nosy knows some shit is gonna happen cause Spencer is dirty and homeless and Zim is an alien and they both could be aliens (Dib isn't sure cause Spencer looks mostly human right now but his eyes are weird)
Zim only takes in Spencer into his weirdo alien hideout cause he thinks Spencer was sent to take over the Earth instead by something that isn't the armada so is glad to get rid of him. But Dib being a bastard knocks that plan off and keeps setting the date more and more back, pissing both Zim and Spencer off cause Spencer just wants to leave already and not come back to the trash dumb called Earth. Dib now thinks that since Spencer is technically living with Zim now that he has secrets (He does but not Zim related) so he starts picking on him now, since he's the more human and was put in most of Dibs classes so that he wouldn't bother Zim the most (The computer did that and hated it, but it's funny that Spencer is always complaining about Dib)
Dib and Spencer later get to an agreement, because Spencer explains that he just wants to leave, and so Dib converts him to a spy and Spencer doesn't care so spills everything he knows about Zim or whatever he's doing (Dib knows most of it but strangely likes listening to Spencer talk about shit or whatever) Zim then almost instantly knows Spencer is doing backstabbing stuff and kicks him out. Spencer is angry and decides to squat at Dibs place and doesn't leave, first hiding out in the attic or something and is found out later by Gaz, and she doesn't care. She thinks it's cool Spencer has seen a lot of movies and has played a lot of games tho. (Spencer is still hiding that he isn't fully human at this point though, which I should say is very painful for an alien like him)
As he's now living with Dib and Gaz, things get weird. (Other than Spencer spending a lot of time in Dibs room which doesn't really matter but whatever) One day Spencer slips that he can't eat certain foods to Gaz because he can't eat pizza. Strike one. Then around the house there can be seen white hair and it's getting everywhere. Spencer just chalks it up to him being constantly stressed all the time, but then is questioned on never seeing Spencer with white hair dye, or even seeing his roots being blonde or a different color. Strike two. Strike three when it is seen that Spencer isn't human and has his furry ears and tail out in the open, and it now explains why his eyes are that way. Dib now is angry about how he could let it slip by him.
Silently he feels as if his weird crush was worth nothing, now that he has to dissect him. He doesn't want to, but doesn't let Spencer know because he is hiding out in the attic now constantly. Spencer is now in fear that Dib is going to kill him, but he knows if Dib goes and tell people they won't believe him. Not without evidence which is lucky Dib never got when he as seen.
Dib then hides away all the, weird Spencer collection he has, or something. Spencer also is more brave about leaving the attic and not caring what Dib does cause, who would care other than him at this point. Dib and Spencer are forced to talk to each other cause Gaz hates having to live with two hormonal teenagers who are about to graduate and they do talk. It doesn't get anywhere as they see Zim leave. Everything is gone, and nothing is left to show that he was there.
Spencer spirals, as now he's stuck on Earth and is terrified. Everything hits him like a truck, that he didn't matter, none of it mattered. Same with Dib, but more or less. Last thing Dib sees of Spencer is him running and not being able to control how he looks, and so the last he sees is an alien running as if he would die if he stopped. (Dw this somehow happens right after graduation cause it annoyed me about how school wasn't a focus and that you need a diploma or something to do stuff and work)
Emo emo angst angst etc, later everythings cool and they're both healing. They realize they only have each other and Dib being weird kisses Spencer and gay. Spencer doesn't back out but yk, weird (They're not a thing rn). They do still end up hurting each other but they learn how not to and through therapy they learn how fucked their childhood was (Spencer doesn't tell Dib what's happened to him, despite Dib saying that he can handle it, no he can't. Spencer is hurting and he will not push away the one thing that he has to cling onto sanity (Dib was a loser option but who cares))
Once they're older, they start actually dating and it's actually not as bad as they think it would be. Everyone else who knows Dib is flabbergasted how he could pull but they later move on to the next big thing or something. Spencer and Dib are happy and later through science (Membrane tries to step in on the science, Dib and Spencer told him to fuck off cause they know he's gonna do fuck shit and mess up their kids. Spencers dad isn't in the picture cause he's dead (Killed by Spencer and Dib) and his mom comes in later)
So, once they see that their kids are forming they laugh and cry because they're so happy and had no idea that they would be able to have kids and obviously wouldn't do what their parents did to them. They have twins and named the girl Lucia and the boy Neil (Spencer later realizes why Dib picked that and is only a little mad, but doesn't care)
As the kids grow up is only when Zim comes back, he was on vacation. Spencer and Dib are angry but Zim is different and not as annoying so later they let him see the kids (Zim says that Spencer and Dib somehow didn't make ugly children) Lucia and Neil are happy and have their dad to teach them about their alien counter part. When they're older is when they are able to fly to Taro (Spencers birth planet) and actually get into the culture. (Spencers mom comes in, realizing she now has grandchildren and has a major fight with Spencer for being an f slur. His mom may or may not be dead now for threatening the childrens lives. Spencer is able to get back into contact with his siblings and is able to mend most of the relationships)
In the end Spencer and Dib grow old, Dib being the one to go first, then Spencer. They ask Zim takes care of the kids, and he does as he's now attached to them
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serendertothesquad · 17 days ago
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Seren's Studies: Odd Squad UK -- "Planes, Trains, and Oddmobiles" Episode Followup, Part 2
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We continue on with the second half of our transportation journey. One down, two to go.
Below the break!
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"OddRail" is just as silly of a name as "OddAir"! And the name "Ocomotive" is funny too.
Oh man, they aren't even trying, huh?
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Awwwww Onom...keep strokin' that ego. You might get the fur off of it eventually.
AHAHAHA THIS GUY'S KNOWN FOR HIS WEIGHTLESS SUITCASES THAT AREN'T TOTALLY WEIGHTLESS????
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Look, I don't like eggs either, but these are in what look to be pretty sturdy suitcases. I think you're safe, Conductor.
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All right, I'm starting to see what this is now.
It's "Worst First Day Ever" but far more contrived and with a lot more worldbuilding.
No guesses for which episode I prefer more.
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I'm also starting to see that this is where Orli and Ozzie play the violins.
And to be honest, I can already see where this is going and I will reiterate that they need to take a tip or two from Or- ohhhhh wait no she played the harp.
...Well, never mind then.
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"Stop! What are you doing?"
"You made it look so easy."
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OZZIE YOU SCHMUCK. W H Y . MAN GET YOUR ASS BEHIND THE ROCK AND LET ORLI PLAY DAMN IT.
But of course. You can't eat 'em if they're not down on the ground and convulsing in pain a little.
Or dead. That too.
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The sheer idiocy of this man to go from "IT'S GONNA EAT YOU?!?!?!" to "oh that's pretty cool actually"...God, I love him.
Had to do a quick Google to find out if conductors were called something else in the UK. Turns out, they're known as "train managers".
So close, but no cigar.
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I honestly love how this is the Odd Squad equivalent of when a character talks to their TV and it talks back to them.
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...Okay, the name kinda sorta fits. BUT STILL.
THIS IS AGENT OPSTAIRS??????
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Behold: the names get even stupider with "Odd Buses".
Because it's bad enough the kid has to be stuck in a little cube all day.
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*long deep sigh*
I didn't think I'd have to make up some kind of a "Stupidest Math Lesson" award, but this is cutting it close.
...No. I lied. This is taking the top fucking spot. If you had kept it at 3 pounds it would have been so much better.
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"Everyone makes mistakes."
"Thank you."
"Too bad we won't be making any more because we'll be eaten."
"...Oh."
"Yeah, didn't think about that, did you?"
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"It doesn't matter that it's not full," he says, as I shake my head because we're nearly at the end of the episode and we don't have time for another contrived shit conflict.
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The existence of a second book that should be read when you've been eaten by a Huggle Monster implies that an agent is eaten whole and then sits in the stomach as they are taken through a long and painful digestive process.
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And frankly, that would make for a much more interesting episode than what we got. I mean if Catch Teenieping had an episode where most of it took place in the stomach of an animal...
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I...WHOT. HEHH???????
I'M SORRY THEY HAVE NEW SHIELDS NOW????? NEW S H I E L D S ?!?!?!?!
AND THEY LOOK LIKE THEY ARE MADE OUT OF THE WORST FUCKING PLASTIC WHAT THE F U C K GO BACK TO THE METAL ONES.
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...WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT??????????
BRO HOLD UP. OMAR WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU D O I N G MAN. STOP WITH THE DRUGS. STOP IT. STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHP-
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NNNNNNNGH HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGH OH FINE FUCK YOU. ONE POINT. THESE ARE COOL HOW CAN I NOT.
I mean...at the very least, Orli and Ozzie can ride back with Onom...but they all have to pay because he used up the free tickets.
My God, we went from cool shields to more contrived shit in less than a few minutes and I hate it.
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Ahhhh bless him.
On a side note, how many agents do you guys think try to bypass the weight limit rules by storing suitcases in their hammerspace spines? Betcha it happens more often than you'd think.
Well look, on the plus side, I don't know why he's complaini- ohhhh because he has to take the suitcases back doesn't he.
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And your credits for this episode. Nothing really of note, but I did think Ockpit's name was spelled with two T's at first.
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Overall, despite being an Onom-focused episode, this was a swing and a miss, which is pretty standard for Omar at this point. The weight limits were a solid way to introduce the math lesson, now that I think about it, but the final one with a two-pound weight limit outright killed it for me just for the sheer contrivance. Had some funny moments, and the shield upgrade was a nice touch, but those were not enough to save it, unfortunately. I'm better off watching an episode like "Worst First Day Ever", which handles the lesson well with a callback and some neat backstories, plus focus on a side character.
Anyway, next up will be "Part of the Furniture", where Orli struggles to fit in at her new precinct when we're nearly at the end of the season. I dunno, can we blame PBS for this one? Out-of-order airing or something?
Seren out!
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caluski · 2 months ago
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polregio my beloved ❤❤❤
it doesn't have a seat reservation (and doesn't show how full the train is) because... they don't know. many many people has long-term tickets (half a year, whole year) due to taking the train to work/school. but not to worry, unless it's time when everyone is going to or back from work, there should be a sitting spot, at least for part of the ride.
i like to think about polregio as a tramwaj that just goes through many many towns and villages 🌻🌻🌻
Ohhhhhhh I see, that definitely makes sense. Polregio was one of the reasons I used to be super intimidated by trains, because the only things people would ever say about them were how it's so crowded you have to stand still lol. But to be fair, for my first polregio ride I'm choosing a route that I'm familiar with + isn't too long + isn't on high demand so I'm sure I'll be fine! Even if there's no sitting spots, at least I hope I can stand by the door of my choice and take some fun videos. It's the most amazing thing, when trains or buses or even cars drive thru roads sandwiched between forests, and it's like the whole interior turns green from the sun shining through tree crowns.
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❛ you’re lucky you’re cute. ❜ black cat ritsu noises 😔
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Shou's ideas for ideal dates were as ... unpredictable as one would expect from someone like himself. To him it doesn't matter what they're doing or where they're going or when and how they get there.  Spontaneous decisions  led to more exciting and profound outcomes, jumping trains or riding buses till the last stop and seeing where they'd wind up have given the two young espers quite the share of experiences, some weird and out of pocket, some a little too risky. Shou even recalls one time he almost broke his own arm, but that's not a complaint. Shou never has anything to complain about as long as he's with Ritsu. He's not really sure if Ritsu can reciprocate these whimsical careless feelings of his, though.
And Ritsu has all right to complain, if Shou is being honest.
Going out to do some grafitti on everywhere were grafitti isn't allowed was a classic. Shou liked to see Ritsu engaged in some kind of creativity outside of school work. He's fun to watch, and so pretty, too. Where can Shou even start ?  The way Ritsu's eyes squint to focus on the little details, the way his hands subtly move in unison with the curves of Shou's colors and spray when he doesn't exactly know what to do, the way he keeps checking over his shoulder in case someone shows up and catches them left-handed. It's all too damn endearing, Shou doesn't know what to do with himself and the rapid beat and swell of his heart and the way he can't keep his eyes on his stupid piece of art instead of staring at Ritsu.
Where was he ? Oh yeah, Ritsu's complaining. Well he supposes Ritsu can't exactly complain even if he wants to. Not with the way complaining ( or any kind of sound, really ) would get them in a really complicated situation. Going out to do grafitti on everywhere were grafitti isn't allowed is a classic, but this time they were almost caught. Almost, of course. Of course he wouldn't get caught,  Suzuki Shou doesn't just get caught,  that's not a plausible thing.
And so he sits side by side with Ritsu on the waiting benches in a poorly lit train station platform, at nighttime, when it's definitely supposed to be closed. The two sit in silence, watching as a nightshift guard walks into the scene. 
The guard stands a few feet away, apprehensive and confused as to way the platform is empty, he could swear he heard people laughing somewhere. He turns his flashlight up at the station's map kept safe behind glass, and scratches his head as he finds the glass tainted by all sorts of spray and color, there is a particularly pristine little blue heart on one corner, it takes Shou a lot of power to not chuckle in his seat. He has Ritsu's hand in his, and his invisibilty clocking them both as they remain still, huddled and hiding in plain sight. So plain that the guard flashes his light their way but still sees nothing. Shou doesn't even squint at the sudden flash bang, but he feels Ritsu's grip tightening in his at that, and he returns the hold just as much if not even a little more, he makes sure their shoulders are touching, trying to offer him little bit of wordless reassurance.
It takes a little longer than Shou has expected, but the guard finally leaves, allowing the esper to let down his aura and blur their shapes back to light, so very visible enough that he could look Ritsu in the eyes and smile proudly, a little smug even.  “ See, I told you it'd be alright. ”
That's when they fall into a round of hushed bickering, with Ritsu being his usual sensible, responsible, pessimistic self. But these little wins  are always important to Shou,  Ritsu seems to constantly wrestle with some inner sense of nervousness and distress, as if a cactus is growing from within him. Shou wants nothing more than to take all these worries away and allow him to have fun, even if it meant getting pricked a couple times for Ritsu's sake. 
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@raytm : ❛ you’re lucky you’re cute. ❜ black cat ritsu noises 😔
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This takes Shou by surprise, short-lived and wide-eyed and almost-flaot-inducing but the way Ritsu says it; the way he bristles with reluctant relief and acceptance, it makes Shou collapse into fits of giggles,  leaning his weight on Ritsu in earnest  now as he muffles his laughter into Ritsu’s chest. Sure, Ritsu can call him cute as many times as he likes, but how's he supposed to react properly when he's faced with this kind of cute ?! 
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anarchywoofwoof · 1 year ago
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What are your thoughts on motorcycles? I was just thinking about how motorcycles are kind of like... All the worst parts of a bicycle and a car combined. Like. Okay let's just leave you all exposed and free like a bike but with the speed and explodedbility of a car and stuff. My state doesn't even legally require motorcycle helmets. I see people in shorts and tanks tops with no helmets just riding motorcycles all the time.
I'm just thinking about how inherently hostile a car centric society already is and how a motorcycle kind of takes that in a stupidly unsafer direction. Like. What is the purpose? Ya know? Why do we need a vehicle like that? What's wrong with a vespa instead?
honestly, i've been down the motorcycle rabbit hole because my city has an issue with reckless motorcycle riders. the whole no helmets, tanks and shorts deal? that shit is wholly unsafe for everyone and how you get turned into a meat crayon.
addressing the environmental stuff, it's not as simple as it seems. motorcycles aren't exactly the eco-friendly option you'd think they are. yeah, they use less fuel overall than cars, but when it comes to other nasty pollutants, they're way worse. i'm talking 8,065% more Carbon Monoxide than cars. mythbusters' research from some years ago paints a pretty vivid picture. it's almost like motorcycles have missed out on decades of clean-up that cars have had to go through, so you're not getting the whole picture by looking purely at fuel consumption.
vespas, however? absolutely, they're an option. but what about going even further? electric scooters, bikes powered by renewable energy, and other things that we have the resources and access to put on the market today and is already available at a smaller but more expensive scale.
that being said, let's zoom out and look at the big picture, especially in places like st. louis where i live. our public transport is like a puzzle with missing pieces, especially in parts of the city that need it most - no surprise those most disadvantaged or lacking the resources of other, more affluent parts of the city.
it's way beyond time we fixed that at a national level, and i'm not just talking a band-aid solution. more buses, trams, and trains that really reach everywhere. it's about reshaping our cities, getting away from the car-centered culture, and building something more inclusive and environmentally friendly.
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abccoach · 6 months ago
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bookmaxicabmelbourne20 · 9 months ago
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Popularity of Taxi Service Reasons and Analysis
Taxi in Melbourne has been around for over a century now. At one time it was the only option apart from public transport to move from one side of the town to other. But as the days and years passed and with the advent of mobile phones and technology now the common man has more options to choose from instead of just relying on taxi service.
But still after so much of advancements even today taxi remained and will remain number 1 alternate for a quick ride. There are several reasons why. Let's analyze them to find the answer.
Say NO to Surge Pricing
No.1 reason is Taxi service operate with NO SURGE. It doesn't matter if its busy, quiet, or less taxis running or more taxis on the road. Once you find a taxi near me and call them to book one with a fixed price taxi that's it. You won't end up paying anything extra if you are on time and you are going the destination you informed. Such is not the case with Ride shares. They will give you cheap rides at odd times but that loss they try to recover when it's a busy day by surging prices.
Booking your ride home with us will give you peace of mind that no matter how hard you party into, you'll be riding home safely. Melbourne Taxi booked with use are accredited, security checked, driven by quality drivers and even have in-car cameras.
Wheelchair Taxi Melbourne
The second most important reason can be only taxis can provide services to disabled passengers safely in disability taxi. All drivers with Book maxi cab Melbourne are fully trained and government licensed to carry disable passenger in a wheelchair taxi with proper belts to hold him tight and firm. Taxi companies and operators have to bear lot of expenses is which other ride sharing companies won't be able to make it.
We recognize WAVs have a vital role in delivering transport services for passengers in wheelchairs by providing people a level of mobility not offered by other services such as trains, trams and buses.
The driver must undergo training for two weeks to be able to qualify to drive taxi with wheelchair access. The training is extensive and it covers every safety and health aspect which the driver can face while on the road with a disable passenger on board. Please refer to Driver accreditation for wheelchair taxi for more information
These maxi cabs with wheelchair access have to undergo quarterly quality testing to make sure that it is safe and capable enough to do the job.
Our fleet of disability taxi provide services all around Melbourne including wheelchair taxi at Melbourne airport and Avalon airport.
Maxi cab Services to Melbourne Airport:
When you plan a trip with your family for an interstate or international destination no matter how hard you try but you end up with piles of luggage to carry with you along with your family. In this scene the only viable cheap and best option available is to call a maxi cab to airport instead of ending up calling multiple taxis or ride share cars. First of all, it will be peace of mind all the group members and luggage goes together and secondly you won't end up paying a fortune to reach out to airport.
with heavy luggage you don't need to do lifting and un-lift. Every maxi cab comes with a wheelchair accessible ramp which can be used to load and unload the luggage at one go. So give up the worry of heavy luggage.
When you book a maxi cab to airport with us you will be quickly provided with a confirmation SMS and the driver will be in touch with you half an hour before the due time and will update you with plate number. We do fix price and metered fare depending on customer choice. To find what is best for you please refer Fixed fare: pay and go
Please remember that every card transaction done in taxis across Australia will attract a service fee of 5% charged by your financial institute. No extra charges on Cash payment. Please refer Cabcharge to know more.
We accept all cards like AMEX, MASTERCARD, VISA, CABCHARGE, ETICKET, FLEET CARD etc.
Please refer Taxi to Melbourne airport for more information
How many does maxi cab fits?
So, let's address this very common doubt.
A very famous and common question which most of the passengers ask while making a booking. Every maxi cab is designed to carry up to a max of 11 passengers plus the driver. So, the total including the driver will be 12.
Such big group is not possible to travel together in any other ride sharing cars.
alright if such a big group can travel together how does the pricing works? well if you are thinking that it's charged per passengers then you are wrong. It's a metered fare. it doesn't matter if it's a short fare or long trip you will be charged whatever on the meter is. For more such common question please visit our FAQ section.
Day Trips in Melbourne
If you are looking for a personal driver with full comfort, then you are at the correct place. We have special packages for day trip around Melbourne. We have categorized the trips into Short trips and Long trips covering various destinations. Please visit Melbourne taxi for day trips for more details.
Above were a few reasons why taxi will remain popular mode of transport now and forever.
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keenregine · 9 months ago
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A Tale of Two Harry's lol
Trying to back track like I always do, January of 2023. Another year, another 365 days of trial and errors (mostly errors, my pessimist self tells me). 
Being in a long-distance relationship suck, because number 1.  It's 'long-distance'. 2. I have no other reasons to think of. But I'd say we're managing well. No big fights, no big misunderstanding that can't be solved within the day.
No massive Facebook drama. We feel like we're too old for that sh*t. I'm hoping in the nearest future, this predicament of us being an 'LDR' couple will come to an end. But honestly, it doesn't feel as difficult the way it was before, especially now that we're near to each other. I believe I made that point very clear before. 1 hour flight away is such a breeze, but no flight at all would be the dream.
 So anyways, I went to Lyon, France to visit Alex. With his field of work, he gets the opportunity to travel places, that means me too. I've been to Paris 2019, pre CoVid time. Now, I'm glad I get to see Lyon. France has indeed redeemed itself on my perspective (yet it's only the 2nd city I saw of France, I'm trying to make jokes here). Quite the contrary to Paris, Lyon has less rubbish, less drunk people. And although they're not very welcoming (which I'm very much used to), at least they will try their best to speak English to a foreign looking person like me asking where I could find a type C to iPhone cord charger. Plus, I love the countryside-side-but-not-really vibes to it. Let me explain, even though Lyon is geographically small and not highly urbanized. Massive known shops can be seen everywhere, I would even say it has the best options of products that I haven't seen anywhere else. And at the same time, side by side local shops of the most expected French products are also there, but in a tiny, secluded version. The Airbnb we stayed in, is somewhat weird but in a way, Passing through the door, you will step into a narrow 2-person capacity elevator, I can't imagine how one can bring heavy groceries in there or appliances. There's a choice to use the stairs which is cemented, reminds me of stairs in churches, dark and roughly rendered, it adds up to the already cold temperature coming from the outside. And there's the museum, situated in the center is the Lyon, is the Museum of Fine Arts where I finally saw The Great Flood painting. I think I spent nearly 15 minutes just staring at this beauty, and the rest well I lost count. There are other museums to see but we haven't got much time. It's important that I get to ride their transports, the train, buses, we even tried the public scooter (we learned so much from our Barcelona experience), and little did I know they have a tram. This steep tram leads to another town in Lyon, forgive me I forgot what it's called but the main thing we intended to see is the Roman Lugdunum Theatre. I don't really want to describe this (I realize I'm bad at it as you can see), and there you can appreciate how beautiful this ruin is, plus the history it has. I was in a trance imagining what it's like living there before. I hope I get to see more of these in future, it is comforting how they preserve this historically significant places over the years, especially during the war. It just sat there, and survived.
Most of the year I was ill. I had Covid again (which is the worst one, I literally thought I would die there and then), and had flu atleast three times. I guess this was just me adjusting to this cruel cold place. In between those times, all I could do is go to work, the usual cycle. In April, we get to see Jo Koy, he was just fantastic. He's given us our money's worth sitting near front. We plan to see him again in his next show(s). And the midst of searching houses online, when the universe really wants to make it happen, I swear it will happen. Few days prior I was crazily searching decent houses online. The very next day, a colleague of mine randomly asked me if I was 'looking for a house', she was presenting their one-bedroom bungalow flat which was super cute and cozy. As I said, it was the perfect timing. When we first went to see the house, Alex and I immediately fell in love with it and right away said yes. I had to leave my old place, and in that time no one in any of my housemates seen me off. Or even sent me a message of good luck, goodbye or see you around, nothing. *one tear drop But well, I won't hold a grudge and just move along. But here I am mentioning it. lol If it wasn't for Alex the whole process of moving will be four times as hard, he arrange all the things, made sure everything is in order. Alex is too nice that sometimes I feel like I have to balance it, but he won't budge. My colleague who was moving out, have so much stuffs that it took them days and many rounds to completely clear everything out (ours only took one go because of how organized we did it), but Alex helped them all through out. especially with the heavy lifting , throwing out old furniture, and still volunteering to do other things. When everything was done, he thought of things needed for our new house, thought of arrangement in the living room. Even he though he doesn't like folding clothes, he helped me with it and actually did more than I do. He would let me do things I like, such as hammering nails just because I enjoy it and using the screwdriver, and the others he'll finish. I understand it gives off the impression that I'm the useless one here . Well, I do important things sometimes like vacuuming, it's fun. He also does the cooking and prefers to do the dishes after, he would let me carry on sitting on the couch and watch tv, read or scroll on my phone. And still, I have the guts to be mad at him for just anything. tsk tsk Women.
It may seem like we're living together all this time. But not actually, we just had the opportunity visiting each other frequently and we're lucky for that. I was alone in the summer doing the usual boring things. And oh, I went to see Harry Styles out of bliss. When I first came in the UK, I would always listen to his songs. I'm not a fan of One Direction during their peak, not once ever. His solo songs are for me my guilty pleasure, it's kind of stupid that I don't want anybody else to know I'm quite obsessed with him just because I hate joining the bandwagon, I'm pretentious like that. But in all honestly, I just legitimately enjoy his music and he's one of the many artists whom I pleasurably listen to the entire album top to bottom, even until now, no joke. I went alone in his concert in Wembley which is filled with white people, I don't know why is this relevant. It's not 'unusual' that I would go alone if you know me well. The whole time, I swear to God I was just standing there singing out loud and dancing, and because it's a sudden decision, I regret not bringing a pink feather boa or wore a pink glittery hat. I wore my staple black on black outfit. 
I'm pretty sure I didn't mention before. Visiting the Harry Potter Studios was of course one of the musts-see places once I arrive in the UK. I met an old college friend who's also a big 'HP ' fan, without having second thoughts, I went to the studio for the second time, no regrets. lol I missed my friend and we reminisced our college times, drunk and fun times but still thrived. Summer season is the best time to travel anywhere, but weather is just so unpredictable here that even in summer you can't be 100% sure. We arrived there bright and sunny as hell. mid day turned cloudy and by afternoon it rained hard, did I see this on the weather app, no. I went to Bath with my colleagues, it was of course no surprise historic. Same with Lyon, the Roman Bath was beautifully preserved to its core and make you feel like you're a part of an important history. And also, you'll realize how the Roman conquered pretty much everywhere in the world leaving their marks. There's this one juicy information I came across, that they just copied their 'ideas' from those who invented it first, flourished them and presented it in the entire world as theirs. What a cheeky bunch, and now they're known as the brilliant minds. I want to say more but I might be haunted by Julius Cesar's soul in my sleep. Goodnight, it might be a very long wait, but good things are coming. (:
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lenatea · 1 year ago
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Someone on Twitter(you can't make me say it Elo just fuck off), that I have been following for a long time, who has been very open about having a disabled child, has recently posted a picture of three middle aged men occupying the priority seats in a train with a lady with a disability badge standing right in front of them. These people are being publically ridiculed for not giving up their seats. They're being portrayed as what's wrong with society today. I have a problem with that.
How do they know that these men all aren't actually needing the priority seat?
If I sat there I bet absolutely no one would think that I actually need it. I have multiple physical disabilities, but they're all not immediately visible to a person seeing me for the first time sitting down in a train cart. I would be looking at my phone, too, even if I need the priority seat. I might sleep. I guarantee that I'd feel real shitty for not being able to give my seat to someone with a badge. The badge is helpful but last time I checked it is NOT required on order to be eligible for the priority seat. It also doesn't mean that a person with a badge is more disabled or deserved the seat more than anyone else sitting there. A lot of disabilities are invisible, and a lot of them look like a person with earbuds and a phone in hand on a packed train. I don't have a good answer for how to know if someone is being shitty and hogging the space without needing it or if they really need it. I have personally been shooed away from the priority seats on buses, I have had people tell me I can't park in the accessible spot or even go to the accessible toilet! People, including other disabled people, seem to have made up their mind on how visible a disability should be in order to be found eligible for the accessible spots, priority seats or even the accessible toilets! Are you in a wheelchair? BAM, you have a fast track pass over any other disability. Are you also elderly? You can go in front of the young wheelchair users. Are you an ambulatory wheelchair user? You CAN use your legs so get out of the line! These are seemingly the unwritten laws I've personally witnessed. But thing is, even if two people are standing next to each other, one is on crutches and has a disability badge and one has a completely invisible disability that requires them to sit down during train rides, both of them has equal rights to the seat! The person not carrying a badge is not required to play "who has it worst" in public in order to justify them having sat down in the seat first! I'm so sick of this hierarchy being pushed upon us! One of them isn't being shitty. Both of them has different reasons for needing it.
I sometimes need a wheelchair, sometimes I walk. Sometimes I even use the accessible toilet on days I don't have the wheelchair!
It might as well have been me pictured there, being publically ridiculed on twitter. I say fuck that. You don't know shit about someone's reason for needing accessible spaces.
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threebond · 1 year ago
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Invisible Heroes: The Unsung Role of Industrial Lubricants in Daily Life
Hey there, curious minds! Have you ever stopped to think about the everyday items you use and the machinery that keeps the world running smoothly? Well, let's take a journey into the world of industrial lubricants – the unsung heroes that play a crucial role in your daily life without you even realizing it.
What Are Industrial Lubricants?
Imagine a world without friction – where moving parts glide effortlessly, and machines work seamlessly. That's where industrial lubricants come in. These are like magical liquids that reduce friction between surfaces, ensuring that gears, engines, and various mechanical parts run smoothly.
Your Morning Routine
Think about your morning routine. The toothbrush you use, the car you drive, the elevator you take – all rely on industrial lubricants. Ever noticed how your car engine doesn't sound like a clunky mess? Thank the lubricants that ensure the moving parts work harmoniously, allowing your car to zoom smoothly down the road.
In the World of Manufacturing
Now, let's dive into the manufacturing world. The machines that produce your gadgets, appliances, and even the packaging they come in – all rely on lubricants. Without these unsung heroes, the machinery would wear down quickly, leading to frequent breakdowns and costly repairs.
To know about Industrial Manufacturing Applications, Read Blog: Adhesive and Sealant: The Future In Industrial Manufacturing Applications.
Keeping the World Moving
Think about public transportation – buses, trains, airplanes. Industrial lubricants keep these vehicles running efficiently. The engines, brakes, and even the doors that open and close rely on these lubricants to function without a hitch.
You may like also: Unlocking the Power of Aftermarket Products: Enhancing Your Vehicle’s Performance and Longevity.
Food for Thought: The Food Industry
Yes, even your grocery shopping is influenced by industrial lubricants. The machines that package your snacks, the conveyor belts that move items along – they all need proper lubrication to ensure hygienic and efficient processing.
Preserving the Environment
Now, you might be thinking, "Do these lubricants harm the environment?" Well, here's the surprising part – many modern lubricants are designed to be eco-friendly. They reduce waste, extend machinery life, and minimize energy consumption. It's a win-win for both industries and the environment.
The Innovations Behind Lubricants
Behind the scenes, researchers and scientists are constantly working to develop better lubricants. They're creating formulas that withstand extreme temperatures, reduce wear and tear, and improve fuel efficiency. These innovations contribute to smoother-running machines and a more sustainable future.
You may like also: The Science Behind Industrial Lubricants: How They Enhance Machine Performance.
Wrapping Up the Unseen Heroes
Next time you hear the hum of your washing machine, the smooth ride of your bike, or even the efficiency of a factory assembly line, remember the unsung heroes – industrial lubricants. These quiet essentials ensure that the world keeps moving, even when we don't see them in action.
So, the next time you enjoy a seamless drive, a smoothly functioning gadget, or a hassle-free elevator ride, take a moment to appreciate the invisible heroes working behind the scenes. Industrial lubricants may be unseen, but their impact on our daily lives is undeniable.
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