#ani(dala)^2

[pencildragons]

Thinking forever about my au where padmé is very happily married to both anakin and sabé, and, possibly due to his subsequent critical proximity to sabé (who imo would take EXTREMELY limited amounts of his shit and anyway She Was There First) + the aggressively healthy polyamory negotiations that ensue after a LOT of couples therapy with the 3 of them, narrowly avoids but does avoid Falling during the events of RoTS. instead, in a Series Of Circumstances that involve obi-wan being kidnapped by the seperatists/dooku/grievous and cody being presumed dead a month or so prior, anakin: is argued off the mental ledge by sabé, kills palpatine with her, rescues his master from being tortured, gives up his vow as a member of the knight corps (but not necessarily the Jedi order), and promptly has a mental breakdown that has been thirteen years in the making.

Simultaneously and in the immediate aftermath of this, padmé is blowing shit the fuck up in the senate (only just metaphorically) as the republic threatens to crumble and collapse under the weight of its own corruption—everything is in absolute chaos, peace has been reached and the GAR has been dissolved, so the war is KIND of over mostly??? This however results in the two new bereaucratic nightmares of: a) the Confederacy of Independent Systems is still very very much a thing and b) of what the fuck do you do with two billion super soldiers who although being sentient very much still do not yet have full sentient rights, and where the fuck do you put them without collapsing planetary economic infrastructures???

this is all very very fine and a great distraction from the fact that her husband, her wife, and her friend-slash-brother-in-law are all to lesser and greater extents both physically and mentally fucked up beyond belief rn—except then she’s the target of an assassination attempt, maybe by one of former-chancellor-palpatine’s supporters (because let’s be real, anakin killed him on the basis that he was The Sith Lord who also happened to be an extremely corrupt galactic leader; however much he sucked hugely, he was above all playing a very very long game and remarkably good at hiding his tracks, so there are of course many who believe the Sith thing is somewhere between a hoax and a political conspiracy). Her spine is badly injured during this, and she ends up having an emergency c-section a month premature.

it is at this point that padmé naberrie thule amidala decides ‘fuck this actually’, retires early, and rounds up her wife, her husband, her friend-slash-brother-in-law, her two newborn children, her droid, her husband’s droid, and a nurse droid, and moves back to seceded Naboo to live on her family’s estate, and then to the mountainous belt that her mother is from, which is when my fic vaguely planned around this idea actually begins.

[simdertalia]

🍓ᛉ ACNH Nordic Set ᛟ🍓

💗 Sims 4, Base game compatible/ Steam animation requires Cats & Dogs. 43 items

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As always, turning the brightness down on functional lamps will make them look better (not overly bright) due to my vertex paint issue in Blender.

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Set contains: -Aebleskiver Pan | 1 swatch for cast iron | 759 poly -Aebleskiver Pan Full (with steam & no steam versions) | 1 swatch for cast iron | 1067 poly -Aebleskiver Pan (wall) | 1 swatch for cast iron | 789 poly -Aebleskiver Plate | 9 swatches for plate color | 848 poly -Aebleskiver Sugar Bowl | 2 swatches for spoon color | 334 poly -Bird Sculpture | 9 swatches | 461 poly -Bowl of Fruit | 7 swatches | 502 poly -Ceiling Lamp (for best look in game, turn brightness down) | 8 swatches | 1178 poly -Chair (8 items: is a living chair, each frame color has its own package file) | 8 swatches each | 1160 poly -Cloth for Coffee Table | 8 swatches | 110 poly -Cloth for Dining Table | 8 swatches | 316 poly -Cloth for Lowboard | 8 swatches | 90 poly -Cloth for Shelves | 8 swatches | 90 poly -Coconut Planter | 1 swatch | 1214 poly -Coffee Table | 1 swatches | 870 poly -Curtains (right & left) | 8 swatches each | 575 poly -Dining Table | 8 swatches | 834 poly -Jar of Jam | 6 swatches | 400 poly -Kitchen Valance Curtain | 8 swatches | 527 poly -Lowboard (lots of slots, & slot for TV) | 8 swatches | 552 poly -Mug | 8 swatches | 393 poly -Open Book | 7 swatches | 770 poly -Owl Sculpture | 8 swatches | 772 poly -Ring Dish | 2 swatches for rings color & 7 swatches for plate color, 14 total swatches | 438 poly -Shelves TV Stand (lots of slots, & slot for TV) | 8 swatches | 848 poly -Sofa (8 items: each frame color has its own package file) | 5 swatches for plate color | 3790 poly -Tree Sculpture | 8 swatches | 340 poly

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[dremlikpocesku]

Kolosální pravlci opět při životě? To sotva.

Jelikož se do povědomí společnosti zase víc dostaly hloupý pokusy ještě hloupější společnosti Colossal, přicházím za vámi zase s takovým kecacím okénkem, protože je potřeba si uvědomit, co SKUTEČNĚ tato společnost teď vlastně vyvedla. Nejprve si ale musíme ujasnit dvě věci. Mnozí z vás již určitě slyšeli o touze navrátit zpět vakovlky. O tohle znovuvkzříšení se snaží právě firma Colossal, tedy ta, o které je nyní řeč. Přikládám jednu z dochovaných fotek tohoto vačnatce a taky obrázek, který znázorňuje, jak si tohle zvířátko představují v Colossalu. Také tvrdí, že neexistují moderní fotografie tohoto zvířete - možná neexistují obrázky z moderní doby, ale máme mnoho dochovaných fotografií, z nichž některé byly i zrestaurovány. Dokonce se s vakovlky dochovaly i video záznamy. Tím chci upozornit na to, jak moc mimo lidi tam jsou.

Druhá věc, kterou je třeba znát pro pochopení celého problému, je, že direwolf, česky pravlk, byl psovitá šelma, která vyhynula před asi 10 000 lety. Nutno říci, že se jedná o zástupce rodu Aenocyon, zatímco vlci obecní, které známe my, jsou zástupci rodu Canis. Tyto rody se od sebe oddělily už někdy před 2 500 000 až 6 000 000 let. Oba dva druhy jsou akorát zástupci skupiny Canini, do které se ovšem řadí… no, mnoho psovitých šelem, od pravlků přes šakaly po psy hyenové. Morfologické, tedy vzhledové podobnosti mezi pravlkem a vlkem dříve nasvědčovaly tomu, že nejbližším přeživším příbuzným pravlka je právě vlk.

DNA ovšem ukázalo, že nejbližšími žijícími příbuznými těchto mohutných psovitých šelem jsou však šakali. Příbuznost mezi pravlkem a vlkem by se dala přirovnat k příbuznosti rodů člověk (Homo) s rodem šimpanz (Pan). A co se týče podobnosti DNA, skoro by to šlo přirovnávat k podobě DNA člověka a prasete. A teď k samotnému problému.

Tvrzení, která Colossal přináší, jsou nejen k smíchu, ale potenciálně nebezpečná, neb šíří mnoho dezinformací. Existuje přibližně 20 400 genů kódujících proteiny u člověka, šimpanzů necelých 19 000. Kromě toho, že tu je rozdíl v asi 1 500 genech, které je třeba vytvořit, pouze 30 % z daných genů mezi těmito dvěma rody je ve skutečnosti identických v kódující sekvenci. To znamená, že genetická modifikace jednoho druhu na druhý by vyžadovala úpravy, potažmo mutace ve více než 14 000 genech. Akorát že Colossal provedl jen 20 změn na pouhých 14 genech - a to je prostě sakra málo na to, aby člověk mohl ty bílé "hafany", které stvořili, nazývat pravlkem. Z těch 20 změn je 6 zodpovědných jen za jejich bílou barvu srsti. 6 je víc než čtvrtina z toho mála. A pozor, pozor - ačkoli to Colossal tvrdí, skutečná barva pravlků nikdy nebyla jakkoli prokázána, avšak předpokládá se, že jejich srst byla v odstínech hnědé. Nedávalo by smysl, aby byli bílí, vzhledem k prostředí, v němž se pohybovali. Další zvláštností týkající se zbarvení těchto zvířat je, že všichni tři tihle "hafani" byli bílí již odmala, narodili se tak. Což se ovšem u vlků ani dalších psovitých šelem neděje. V případě bílých vlků, ale také třeba polárních lišek, se mláďata rodí vždy tmavě zbarvená a to z jednoho prostého důvodu - být malou bílou koulí v přírodě není úplně bezpečné.

Kromě toho, že 5 úprav je zodpovědných za úplně zbytečné bílé zbarvení, ještě ke všemu pouze 15 z těch 20 odpovídá genům pravlka. Slovem odpovídá míním, že se ani nejedná přímo o geny pravlků. Není totiž možné získat kompletní informace o tak starém DNA. Stejně jako Colossal tvrdí, že byli pravlci bíle zbarvení, také sdělují, že jejich výtvory dokonce i znějí stejně jako jejich předchůdci. Připomínám, že ti vyhynuli před 10 000 lety. Copak když nevíme ani jakou měli barvu, můžeme vůbec jen tušit, jak přesně zněl jejich hlasový projev? No, očividně to zase nevěděl nikdo, kromě zaměstnanců dané společnosti, která svá tvrzení nijak nepodložila.

Kromě jiného si určitě nejen fanoušci Písně ledu a ohně, respektive Hry o trůny, všimli podoby těchto geneticky modifikovaných zvířat se zlovlky z této knižní série, potažmo seriálu. Inu, odkazuje na ně i jméno jednoho ze zvířat - Khaleesi. Toto je pouze (byť nejen) moje osobní domněnka, ale věřím, že za bílé zbarvení oněch vlků může akorát blbost nějakých fandů díla G. R. R. Martina, který se namísto psaní dalších knih raději fotí s přerostlými bílými vlčaty a píše na socky o tom, jak se rozplakal dojetím.

Hodí se zmínit, že tahle vlčata odnosila feny, samice psů, které následně musely podstoupit císařský řez, což, jak všichni víme, není pro zvířata úplně dobré.

Takže ne, žádné znovuzrození neproběhlo. Žádní pravlci neexistují, ani bílí, ani jiní. Pouze lehce geneticky upravení vlci obecní, kteří jsou ale stále 100% vlky, neb 20 změn na 14 genech z asi 19 000 opravdu nic neznamená. To, že je banda miliardářů označuje za něco, čím nejsou, opravdu nehraje žádnou roli. A já vás timhle prosim - děcka, nevěřte všemu, co se píše na internetu, ani když se jedná o informace od strašlivě bohatejch americkejch společností, jejichž slova papouškují novináři, kteří toho o genetice a vyhynulých zvířatech vědí ještě méně než já.

Tak jo, díky!

[deconstructivesurgery]

We back out the trenches with this one folks: Someone sent me the "fallout companions' alcohol tolerances" post and I immediately decided I had to make one about the Think Tank in turn. So, here we bloody go:

Dr. Mobius: 9/10. Mobius could tank a solid 3/4ths of a bottle of vodka, perch himself in front of a chalkboard for a few hours straight swaying back and forth slowly and still wind up inventing a new formula for rocket fuel. He is unbothered. Unphased. In his element. Years of horkin' down Mentats like they were going out have style have numbed his entire nervous system to the influence of lesser chems like booze. He's got the Logan's Loophole perk equipped somehow.

Dr. Klein: 8/10 Listen he's got wine bottles and a full bar in his home I bet this man is a frequent flier- but that doesn't spare him from getting like miserably drunk off a bottle of wine and lying in his bathtub scrubs and all contemplating his seething hatred for his many neurotic coworkers. Not only is Klein a mean drunk, but he's a miserable one, too. He'll crab and bitch at anyone that dares to encroach upon him whilst smashed, and all at top fucking volume too. Thankfully, I feel like he stays cloistered in his office or in his Higgs home on the days he spends day-drinking.

Dr. Dala: 4/10 Listen, she's decent- mildly less so than 8, but not bad either- not like 0. I feel like she gets incredibly talkative when she drinks and enjoys telling stories or recounting her latest research- you just get hit with like a laser-beam of oddly loving recountments of the latest liver she's pried out of a war criminal or other some such information. Don't put her and Klein in the same room if both are drunk, she's such a generally personable drunk that his attitude alone would sour her night.

Dr. 0: 2/10 I CANNOT see him having any decent tolerance towards booze at all I'm gonna be so real with you I think he'd down a few espresso martinis in an attempt to combine the coffee he likely chugs 24/7 with alcohol and then spend the rest of the night vaguely weepy, incoherent, fumbling around and generally white girl wasted. He'd somehow end up IN Dr. Borous' backyard in Higgs in an attempt to weep openly into Gabe's fur and wind up with like 3 dog bites because of it.

Dr. Borous: -1/10 Listen how much alcohol he's CAPABLE of tolerating is irrelevant, if you offer this man a drink not only will he turn you down but he'll go on a verbal tirade about how he never tolerates the evils of alcohol because one time in American High RICHIE MARCUS dared to invite nearly EVERYONE in his class to an ALCOHOL party except for him and now he refuses it out of sheer PRINCIPLE. Bonus points if he somehow, some way brings Communism into it.

Dr. 8: 5/10 I feel like he just has the most normal man alcohol threshold known to man. I also hate to say it but I FEEL like he'd be a horny drunk. I'm sorry. I don't like that fact any more than you do but my brain contemplated it and so I must share.

[sodapopcurtis-dx-asks]

Why must the universe give us both the gift and burden of the feeling of love? Side note where has Steve been recently? My friend roasted a rat in a stick last week. Not to eat it. For run. (Shes I’m juvie) also good luck on ur girl problems. Another side note: I think that dalas’s ex is kissing broads.

best wishes, anon

Been around. Mostly at school. We've only got 2 weeks left, n' I'm just trying to get this shit show over with so I don't gotta do stuff anymore.

Me n' Soda made a bet a few months back before senior year started that he didn't think I'd make it the full school year without skippin' for something stupid.

His judgment is a little blurry, because apparently I can still skip when it comes to him. But he's been more stubborn on rushing me off to class now that we're almost finished. I got testing next week, n' then some other stuff. Seniors get out early though, so...

I dunno.

Anyways, eating a rat isn't about the craziest thing I've heard of. Your friend sounds batshit, but that's major talent if they got it on a stick.

Steve stares at both the comment on the "girl problems" and about Dallas' ex in confusion. Soda's busy off doing something for a customer, so he's not bothering to ask him what it means.

Which one? Either way, I don't really think it matters. He's not exactly here to bitch about it. N' I don't exactly think any of his exes plan on staying hooked onto a guy that treated them like he was already dead.

Dallas was an ass when it came to relationships. If they're kissin' girls now, good on 'em, I guess?

Steve sighs. Soda come back over as Steve puts the paper in the jar.

“What'd I miss?”

Steve stretches tiredly. “Nothin'.”

[kralovna-ne-stesti]

Se svým obvoďákem nemám dobrý vztah. Je to protivnej chlap co jenom pospíchá, absolutně neposlouchá a jenom hledá nemoci aby mohl vypisovat léky. Nemám ho ráda, mám z něj akorát stres a úzkost a to je taky důvod, proč jsem u něj přes pět let (až na jednu výjimku, kvůli potvrzení) nebyla. A světe div se, člověk zvládne i chřipku nebo angínu bez léků na předpis.

Nicméně kvůli těhotenství jsem potřebovala do průkazky nějaký potvrzení právě od obvoďáka. Zavolala jsem tam dopředu, abych se objednala a nemusela čekat hodinu v čekárně s nemocnými. Jojo, to dá rozum, samozřejmě, přitakávala sestřička do telefonu.

Přijdu tam na čas. A sedím s lidmi v čekárně hodinu.

Mezitím se otevřou dveře a doktor se sestřičkou na mě koukají, ale baví se mezi sebou, jak kdybych byla hluchá. Doktor: "Kdo to je?" Sestra: "Nevím, ale byla objednaná na čas." Doktor: "A proč? Co chce?" Sestra: "Nevím, nemůžu po sobě přečíst papírek." Dveře se zavřou. V tuhle chvíli mi už dávno buší srdce úzkostí (nezvládám ty doktory už) a do toho mě malej šťouchá jak kdyby chtěl pryč.

Konečně mě teda po tý hodině vezmou. Nebudu tu popisovat konverzaci, jen ve zkratce, sestřička mi stále říkala slečno a že mám divný příjmení, a nechápala, že jsem těhotná, prý to není vidět a asi budu ve 2 měsíci. Jsem v sedmém. Doktor na mě doslova vyjel, co po něm jako chci, když na EKG jsem už byla jinde. Říkám, že nevím, byla jsem sem poslána. Celou dobu jenom opakoval, že jako nechápe co po něm chci. Když jsem mu dala okopírovaný všechny zprávy od doktorů a z nemocnic, aby mi je založil do složky, protože je to celkem důležitá věc, řekla bych, hodil je na kraj stolu a začal se na mě rozčilovat, co s tím má jako dělat, jestli po něm chci aby si to přečetl nebo co, že na to nemá čas.

Celou dobu jsem skoro nic nedokázala říct, protože mlel jenom on, ani se mě na nic ke zdraví vlastně nezeptal, a cítila jsem se, že ho obtěžuju (což jsem se tak u něj cítila vždycky).

S mým křehkým psychickým rozpoložením jsem došla domu, lehla do tmy a brečela. A cítila se hrozně, že mrňousovi dělám stres.

(A ano, to je ten doktor, co mě v lednu, když jsem tam šla jen pro potvrzení, bezdůvodně a bez kontextu sjel, že jestli si s manželem (který k němu taky ne-chodí) myslíme, že my dva s naším zdravím a věkem někdy budeme mít dítě, tak ať na to jako zapomeneme, že my dva rozhodně ne).

Byla to poslední kapka, abych ho vyměnila. My oba dva.

Já se za to vždycky cítím špatně, že se bude zlobit, bude si myslet že jsem kdo ví co namyšlená nebo nevděčná... ale na druhou stranu, je to člověk, kterému částečně svěřuju svoje zdraví, když už mi na něj moje vlastní síly nestačí... a já se ho bojím obtěžovat. Ale naštěstí žiju ve světě, kde nemusím trpět chování, které mi nevyhovuje a mám plné právo beze slova odejít. Jen se tu prostě projevuje můj strach z doktorů a autorit.

Ale vážně, k tomuhle šaškovi už znovu nepůjdu. Sama sebe na první místo, já jsem pro něj jen karta a účtovaná položka, ne citlivý, individuální člověk.

[kdo-si-hraje-nezlobi]

TRADITIONAL IRISH BROWN SODA BREAD

aka tradiční irský hnědý sodový chleba. Nebo hnědý chleba ze sody.

Jsem si ze začátku nebyla jistá, proč ta soda v názvu, když žádná bublinková voda v receptu nefiguruje. Pak mi došlo, že myslijou jedlou sodu... Ale jinak v poho.

Suroviny!

3/4 hrnku celozrné mouky (prej je rozdíl mezi wholemeal flour, kterou recept chce, a whole wheat, co jsem sehnala, ale rozdíl jsem nepochopila, tak dávám, co mám)

3/4 hrnku hladké mouky

lžička soli

lžička sody

3 lžíce semínek (dala jsem slunečnici a dýňu, ale může prý být i sezam a tak) (možno vynechat, pokud semínka nejedou)

2 lžíce změklého másla

vejce

1 2/3 hrnku kefíru (což jsem pochopila, že je česká verze buttermilk, tak snad se nemýlím)

Postup!

Předehřát troubu na 220°C.

Smíchat v míse suché suroviny.

Rukou k nim přimíchat máslo. Podle receptu rozetřít máslo špičkami prstů, až připomíná chlebové drobečky. Nechcu do toho receptu moc kecat, ale vzhledem k poměru másla a mouky, tak máslo po rozetření špičkami prstů zmizelo z očí i doteku, bo se vsáklo do mouky, na které ani nešlo poznat, že se k ní něco přidalo.

V druhé míse rozmíchejte vejce a kefír. Cáká.

Do mouky důlek, přidát část kefír mixu a zpracovávat na hladké, ne moc lepivé těsto.

Soudruzi někde udělali chybu, bo lepivé to je. Asi mi ujela ruka s kefírem a to jsem ho tam ani nedala celý.

Vyhoďte těsto na pomoučený povrch a uplácejte kulatou 1.5inch vysokou placku. 1 inch je cca 2.5cm, tak jsem tomu dala 3-4cm baj vočko. Až na to, že moje odhady jsou na prd, takže kdo ví, jak vysoký to vlastně je. Formě a vzhledu mojí placky taky pomohl fakt, že do ní bzla zapracována mouka z pomoučeného povrchu.

Do placky vyřízněte hluboký kříž. Je to tradice, pomůže to pečení a ochrání domov. Prý.

Měla bych se naučit řezat...

Dejte na 15min péct. Pak stáhněte teplotu na 200°C a pečte dalších 30min. Peče se buď na plechu na pečícìm papíru nebo v chlebové formě. Hotovo bude, až bude při poklepu dolu chleba znít dutě.

[goodbuttaken]

shiz and giggles list jmen, která reálně mají/nedávno měli lidé v česku

(part 1, domácké verze common masculine jmen; per 2016, kdy je KdeJsme naposled mohlo sbírat)

Dva obecné trendy: 1) jména se i oficiálně zdrobňovala před 70 lety i dnes, akorát často jinak [musí být pro ty rodiče dycky šok, když zjistí, že Sváťa a spol. rostou lol] 2) kolem roku 2011 nějaký zlý zákon/byrokrat extrémně zredukoval množství originálních jmen českobčanů; k čemuž se ještě dostaneme

Honza (7 lidí, současné) x Jeník (4 lidi, ale nejmladší r. 1947)

Kája (9; od konce socialismu jen 1)

Míra (7), ofc spousta Mirků, ale i 1 Fynn Mirek (Kaplice)

Mára (6)

Marty (7), Dave (5, obě ofc recent), Da Vit (ex 2011)

Frantíšek (4), Franta (1)

Miky (10), Mickey (6), ale i Mikuláš Miky (1, Brno)

Jarek (4), Jára (1) a taky pouhý jeden Jarda (r. 2004)

Slavek (2), Slávek (206, stále populární) a králové všech: Slávek Miroslav (1 v Hořovicích) a Stanislav Slávek (Teplice)

Ríša (6, od r. 1962 nikdo nový)

Jirka (29, ale od r. 1973 pouze jeden), Jiřík (častější! 55), Jiřik (3, sever Čech), Jirik (1, tipl bych remigrant), Jiříček (1), Renzo Jirka (1)

Rosťa (1, r./přejmenovaný 2015), Rostik (Ostrava)

Toník, Tonda, Tonček (byli každý jen jeden, oba 2011 vymazaní či vymřelí)

Jožka (12, vesměs staří), Peppino (2), Pepino (byl 1)

Vojta (brutálně trendy; do r. 2005 jich bylo pár, o 10 let později už 565, wtf?!)

Kuba (17, mírně trendy) X žádný Kubík

Sváťa (jen 1, r. 2016)

NE Standa (velmi mě překvapilo) a od r. 2015 ani Vašek

Fred (15), Fréd (1), Freddie (2), Fredy (7), Fredi (2), Freddi (1), ex Freddy

Ondra (další velký trend 21. století, per 2016 jich bylo už 112), Ondráš (6)

Broňa (13)

Olda (4)

Čenda (1), Čeňa (1)

Tom (25, celkem stálice), Tom Tomas (1)

Láďa (3, samí staří), Laďa (totéž)

Luďa (od r. 1971 nikdo, ale do té doby jich stihli zplodit 27!)

Ráďa (1, r. 2016), Raďa (r. 1933)

Žeňa (17, od r. 1961 pouze 1 nový) + Ženja (1), Ženka (1), Žeňka (1), Žennja (1)

Kosťa (3 staří)

Pája (1)

Zdenda Nicholas (1)

Closing remark: jakkoli mi přijde úžasný se takhle ofiko jmenovat, o tom, co tihle lidi zažívají na úřadech atp., by se asi dala napsat kniha. ("Já jsem Olda." - "Aha, takže Oldřich..." [byrokraticky, pohoršeně] "Ne, Olda. Opravdu O-l-d-a." [s katatonickou rezignací])

[pencildragons]

snippet of married sabé/padmé/anakin, or as i like to call it, 'ani(dala)^2 couples counselling saves the galaxy that i'd said i'd share. this fic was originally meant to be codywan (or possibly cody/obi-wan/quinlan), and this is from its opening, hence . the codywan in it lolol. i think if i Do end up writing this, this fic would be the second or third part of a series, with the first work focusing more on. what is outlined in above linked post :]

Dear Cody, Obi-Wan writes. His hand is shaking, and the ink blots untidily about the flimsi, pooling at the stems of his lettering. I think you would like the mountain belt Padmé has whisked us away to. It was a spur-of-the-moment decision six months after we moved to Naboo; after years of having to do everything and say everything in careful moderation, as is befitting for a politician, I think she delights in wild spontaneity. Or perhaps it is just the time she has spent in critical proximity to Anakin. It is likely that he delights in her wild spontaneity too, more’s the pity. Now, instead of my Padawan merely being a bad influence on his wife, they are just bad influences on each other. It is a vicious, vicious cycle. Then again, when I think back to Christophsis—the first time, the week before I met you—perhaps this is not such a new development. I’m rambling. Back to the mountain belt. The tallest of its peaks is nineteen thousand metres, but the one that we now reside on is but a modest three thousand metres in height, known in the local language as Jaraam. Much of the belt and the surrounding region was colonised by a northern provence until Monarch Réillata, Padmé’s predecessor as Ruler of Naboo, brought about total planetary unification approximately fifteen years ago, at which point reparations were begun to be made. Since the reparations and the land being both placed under legislative protection from corporate or urban development and returned to its custodians, the traditional practices of transhumance between the high mountain pastures where we now reside, and the lower, warmer valleys has been allowed to flourish. Padmé’s mother, Jobal, hails from the semi-nomadic community whose territory includes Jaraam, and was wholeheartedly supportive of the decision to come here. I am to understand that she took great pains to ensure that both her children were taught of their heritage, of their language and culture, and it is a relief to her that her eldest is reconnecting with it. Anakin has told Padmé in no uncertain terms that he will not hear a word spoken in this house of Basic or of Nubian, the language so thoroughly globalised that the planet was named after it during its entry into the Republic, until after the children begin to learn those themselves when they enter the schooling system. He is adamant that along with Amatakka and Dai Bendu (at my request; believe you me that I will be shocked until the end of my days that he agreed, and without a fight), the children will also learn to speak first in Durrathaam, the language of this place. ‘Tongues of the heart’, he called it; I think fatherhood has changed him, Cody, for there is a maturity in him now that I do not recognise.

We are living in an old stone hut built for such semi-nomadic herders currently—Padmé tells me it is where her great-great-grandfather was born. Truth be told, I do not mind the hut. It is chill at night and the only power source comes from a singular solar generator that Anakin jury-rigged, relegated to powering the kitchen, the ‘fresher, and the comm-signal relay, and it is most certainly not a space space meant to be shared by four adults, three droids, and two infants, but we make do. Padmé and Sabé are, however, concocting plans to enlist the hordes of teenlings and young adults of House Thule, Padmé’s maternal family group, who apparently have nothing better to do than to help design and build a chateau. …And still I ramble. Oh, this place is beautiful, Cody. I remember the wonder in your eyes when we landed on Hoth and you saw that huge mountain range in the distance once the snowstorm had settled and the air was clear, and the view is somewhat similar. You can see for klicks and klicks, further than you could ever on Coruscant, even to the granite cliffs on the horizon before they plunge into the sea. If one looks up, one can see the sky, quite devoid of clouds and a soft, pinkish red, generally with a moon or two visible even in the daytime, although disrupted by the snow-capped horns of the mountains surrounding us. If one looks down, one can see the valleys spread out across the land, deep hollows of green and forests of close-growing alpine trees and the little settlements nestled among them. I feel like I can breathe, here. Now, for the most important thing; the star of this system is small and hot, and the sunrises—I think you would like the sunrises, Cody. I would even go so far as to say that they would make your list of the top twenty greatest sunrises you’ve ever personally witnessed. They’re better here than they are in Theed, I daresay, although I shall of course leave this final judgement to you. Yours always, Obi-Wan Kenobi

Obi-Wan puts down his pen and stares out the window at the cool light of the not-yet-dawn sparkling across the frost, then sighs and reaches beneath the dark recesses of his bed for the small plastoid box. It is not particularly big, although its protective casing is heavy, and he settles it on his lap, brushing his thumb over the small lock in the centre of the lid. Its key, slim and fine, is strung around his neck on the same cord as a chip of his lineage river-stone and the broken tip of a helmet antenna and the worn charms that Bant and Quinlan had made in their Padawan years long-past after his return from Melidaan; a collection of keepsakes from some of the most important people in his life that are now gone for whatever reason, be it distance or death. He dips his hand into his sleep tunic and draws the whole lot out, fits the key into its hole, and turns it. The box contains the few other material possessions that he owns: Anakin’s braid; his own lightsaber; a dozen prized ‘graphs that he hasn’t yet pinned upon the wall; the comm; and, beneath it all, a small sheaf of flimsies, folded neatly into thirds. He takes the letter from his lap and waves it in the air to dry. When the ink has set, he creases it into three with care and slips it to the very bottom of the pile, then shuts the lid, locks it, and replaces the box in its hiding place once more. He wonders, just for a moment, what his ex-Padawan and his wife and her wife would think if they knew that, once a week for the past eight months, he’s been writing letters to a man almost certainly dead. (It really doesn’t bear thinking about.)

if you enjoyed this, please consider reblogging it!!! it rlly means a lot to me :3

[thedalatribune]

© Paolo Dala

Shame

...we can sometimes fall into the trap of thinking, “Well, if it’s always good to move beyond shame, then shame must always be a bad thing.” That would be a trap, I think. That would be like saying, “Since we should always seek healing from having our skin cut, therefore surgery is always a bad thing.”

...Having your skin cut by a knife is not in itself a good thing, and neither is shame in itself a good thing. But given the reality of disease, being cut by a knife may become a kind of good thing because of what it leads to - namely, healing. That’s the way it is, I think, with shame in the New Testament.

Sometimes shame functions like surgery to bring us to the healing that we need, but that doesn’t mean that all shame has a healing function, any more than all skin cutting leads to health. There is surgery, and there is stabbing. So, we need to make distinctions...

...there’s misplaced shame, the kind we should not have, and well-placed shame, the kind we should have, but only temporarily while it does its healing work.

This is 2 Timothy 1:8: “Do not be ashamed of the testimony about our Lord, nor of me his prisoner.” So, there are two kinds of things in that verse that you should not be ashamed of, shouldn’t feel shame about:

speaking about the Lord Jesus [and]

being associated with somebody who’s in prison for the Lord Jesus.

It doesn’t matter how many people belittle you or make fun of you. Which shows us that, for the Christian, the source of shame should not come from the false opinions of other people, no matter how belittling they are. That takes a great deal of self-identity in and for Jesus to live through that.

Another example is when Jesus said, “Whoever is ashamed of me and of my words in this adulterous and sinful generation, of him will the Son of Man also be ashamed when he comes in the glory of his Father with the holy angels” (Mark 8:38). If human opinion is more emotionally powerful than God’s opinion of us, and if the power of human opinion cripples us and silences us with shame because we claim to be a Christian, we are not going to stand in the judgment, Jesus says...

Now, what about well-placed shame - namely, the kind we ought to have, at least temporarily? Paul says to the Corinthians who were doubting the resurrection, “Wake up from your drunken stupor, as is right, and do not go on sinning. For some have no knowledge of God. I say this to your shame” (1 Corinthians 15:34). They ought to feel shame, he’s saying. And in 1 Corinthians 6:5, when the Christians were disputing with each other and taking that dispute into the secular courts, he says, “I say this to your shame. Can it be that there is no one among you wise enough to settle a dispute between the brothers?”

...I conclude that well-placed shame says you should feel shame for having a hand in anything that dishonors God, no matter how strong or wise or right it may look in the eyes of men. Now, when I say that we should feel shame if it is well-placed because of our wrongdoing, I don’t mean that we should feel shame 'indefinitely', any more than we ought to spend the rest of our lives on the surgeon’s operating table. I call it well-placed shame because it ought to be there, but it ought not to stay there.

So the key question for both misplaced shame and well-placed shame is, How do we properly move beyond both of them? How do we get rid of both of them?

...[A] promise from God that covers both cases of misplaced shame and well-placed shame, so that we can get rid of both of them appropriately, quickly. Here’s Isaiah 45:17: “You [namely, you who believe] shall not be put to shame or confounded to all eternity.” Which Paul then applies to Christians with these words in Romans 10:11: “Everyone who believes in him will not be put to shame.” No one, finally, will be shamed in the kingdom of God. It will be over.

John Piper Shame: Its Uses and Abuses

[craniumflight]

Fidel and Klay's Nicknames/Descriptions for Each Other

in the 2 months they've known each other T.T

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FIDEL TO KLAY

Magandang Dilag (Beautiful Lady)

isang maralita at isang no sabe leer ni escribir (a poor person and one who can neaither read nor write)

Mestiza de Sangley (Chinese Mestiza)

Isang Dalagang Tila Walang Pakialam Sa Ano Mang Sasabihin ng Iba (A Young Lady that Doesn't Care What Others May Say)

Binibini (Miss)

Mujer Libre (Whore)

Babae (Woman)

Bruha (Witch)

Suwail na Pinsan (Rebellious/Disobedient Cousin)

Pinsan-pinsanan ni Ibarra (Ibarra's Fake Cousin)

Huwad na Pinsan (Fake Cousin)

Miss. Lamyerda (Ms. Truant/Ms. Wanderer)

Maingay (Noisy)

Baliw (Crazy)

Gulo Lamang Ang Dala (Only Brings Trouble; Troublemaker)

Sakit Sa Ulo (Headache)

Babaeng Napupuno ng Drama (Lady That's Full of Drama)

Malaking Sumpa (Great Curse)

Malas (Bad Luck)

May Tinatagong Ganda (One Who Conceals Their Beauty)

Unos (Storm/Typhoon/Disaster)

Delubyo (Deluge)

Tonta de loca (Crazy Woman)

Nakakayamot na Babae (Annoying Lady)

Eskandalosang Babae (Scandalous Lady)

Independence of Mind and Spirit

Babaeng Karapa-dapat Hangaan (Lady Worthy of Admiration)

Babaeng Aking Hahangaan (Woman I admire)

Sadyang matalas lang magsalita si Bb. Klay ngunit siya ay isang mabuting babae kahit minsa'y nakakayamot (Bb. Klay's words are sharp but she is a good woman even if she's sometimes annoying)

Napakatalas na Isipan (With a Very Sharp Mind)

Tunay na Napakatapang (Truly Very Brave)

Natatangi sa Lahat ng Babaeng Nakilala Ko Na (The Most Oneof a Kind Out of All The Women I've Met)

Matabil ang Dila (Sharp-tongued)

Kapesada (Annoying)

Kakaiba/Naiiba (Weird / Odd / Different)

Natatangi (One of a Kind / Unique / Special)

Malaking Kalamidad (Great Calamity)

Fiery Opinionated and Bullheaded Woman

Di mapapantayan ang talino at lakas ng loob (No one can compare with her/your intelligence and bravery)

My Dearest Binibining Klay (My Dearest Miss Klay)

Mrs. Fidel de los Reyes

Dalagang mas matalas pa sa kutsilyo ang mga salitang lumalabas sa kaniyang bibig (young lady who's words that come out of her mouth are sharper than a knife)

May napakabuting puso at kakaibang abilidad at talino na hindi mo mahahanap sa kahit sinomang babae rito (She has a very good heart, unique abilities and intelligence that you can never find in any woman from here.)

Matapang (brave)

Jele Jele Bago Quiere (Coy person who keeps refusing something even when they want it)

Nag-aalibughong Dalaga (Stubborn young lady)

Pagsubok ng Diyos Sa Akin Sa Mundo (God's Trial for Me In This World)

Tunay na Iniibig (The One I Truly Love)

Aking Asawa (My Wife)

Aking Puso, Aking Hininga, Aking Binibining Klay (My Heart, My Breath, My Miss Klay)

Pinakamamahal Ko (The One I Love The Most, My Beloved)

Klay's Nicknames/Descriptions for Fidel

Sir

Lolo (Gramps/Grandpa)

Ewan (Person that I don't care for / I don't give a damn about)

Pala-assume (Presumptuous)

Ang Kapal Ng Mukha (Thick-Skinned, Shameless)

Walang Pakinabang (Useless)

Pasmado ang Bibig (Loose-tongued / Loosemouthed)

Palusot (One Who Makes Excuses to Cover Up)

Basher na Manyak (Pervert who Criticizes)

Supladito (from "Suplado," meaning Snobbish/Condescending)

Bait-baitan (Goody-goody, A person who fakes goodness/kindness)

Mukhang Epek (lit: Face that has an Effect, meaning: A Hottie)

Umay (Disgusting, Distasteful)

Tangeks (from the word "Tanga" meaning Airhead/Stupid)

Stalker

Human CCTV

Daig Pa Ang Pamaypay sa Pagiging Mahangin (literal trans: "You are even windier than paper fans," meaning: You're so damn full of yourself)

Ang Taas ng Ego mo, Kasing-Height Mo (lit. "Your ego is so big/tall, it has the same height as you", meaning: You are so egotistical) (note: at 182 cm, actor is taller than the average filipino)

Feelingero / Napaka-Feelingero (Conceited / Very Conceited)

Buwisit (Nuisance)

Clingy (context: he keeps volunteering to accompany her)

Guwapo pag Galit (Handsome When Angry)

Selos (Jealous)

Cold (context: he didn't make jokes or flirt with her for ONE time)

Lekat (Dissapointment)

Mayabang (Cocky/Show-off)

Mahalaga sa Akin (Important to Me)

Nagbigay ng Tunay na Pagmamahal mula sa isang lalaki (only man who gave me genuine love)

Chill (Too Relaxed)

Gusgusin pero Epek pa rin (worn out but still a hottie)

Alagad ng Bayan (Servant of the Country)

Bayaning hindi nakasulat ang pangalan sa kasaysay (Hero who's name isn't written in history)

Bayaning hindi nanahimik, nanindigan pa rin at patuloy na lumalaban. (heroes who didn't keep silent, who stood for what's right and continued the fight)

Rason na na-survive ko ang world na to (The Reason I Survived in this world)

[what-the-hell-is-going-on-here]

you. do you have any vore hcs for dala. or mobius perhaps

- 💥

hmmmm….. Yes. Yes I Do. 😈

first vibes are switch. definitely pred leaning, but prey with people she’s comfortable with. it’s rarer, but not out of the question.

honestly.. i think dala could be kinda shy sometimes with noms, especially in public! but, around someone she’s comfortable with, she is SUCH a tease, both pred and prey.. i’d imagine pretty protective too. she’d love eating someone and just chilling with them in her tummy all day i think… she’d let someone stay in as long as they want- she’s having a great time and doesn't mind one bit

very much a nerd, like the rest of the crew, but especially on the physical feelings. she thinks its really cool how close you can be to someone without being harmed.. loves the intimacy, platonic or as a show of romantic love. it’s more personal to her, not as much of a casual act as 8 sees it sometimes. she isn't offended with how 8 views it, she just thinks it's something you’d only do with someone you really trust, and it should be treated seriously! but once she’s comfortable with someone, she can be a little silly sometimes

very picky with her prey. very picky with their CLEANLINESS, too. like klein, you’ve gotta be SPOTLESS. your shoes are OFF and you better be clean or else ur getting a bath with a washcloth. no exceptions.

biiiig mouthplay girl. i’d imagine she’d be relatively gentle unless her prey says otherwise- it gives her something to fiddle with while she works. it’s especially helpful since it’s hands free :3 can imagine her doing some solo computer or lab work with her mouth full since her hands are occupied (OOUGHGHGHHHHHHJ I NEED)

hmm.. despite my first instinct, i think she’d prefer solo prey instead of multiple. idk she just gives off the energy to wanna be close to one person and not overwhelm herself with too much all at once

can totally imagine her rambling about how someone tastes to tease them…AWUGHGHGHH

tastes like passionfruit and raspberry sorbet

noww…. for mobius..

switch, kinda like how dala is. pred-leaning, but he doesn’t mind being prey sometimes. depends on his mood, really, but hes mostly pred

im thinking also very protective. he’ll chat with his prey the whole time as if they’re just standing in front of him, confusing every single person around him who doesnt know LMAOO

“blah blah blah did you know that the longest living whale was over 200 years old? it was a bowhead whale… quiet cool….!!” 

“...MOBIUS WHO THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING TO?????”

couldn't care less if anyone finds out he ate someone. he might be a little embarrassed if he’s around higher-ups or people he aren't as close to, but with the rest of the thi//nk ta//nk he doesn't mind at all. he finds it kinda funny when his prey get embarrassed if other people point it out

klein is totally his fav prey, and klein hates it. (he gives big pred energy but mobius is the exception for him LMAO. pre-tank, ofc. we know they have their whole Thing later on. ….ooh i could make angst out of that)

such a sucker for rubs. he wouldn't admit it in words, but everyone can tell. he just can't get enough of the full feeling :3 he could quite literally fall asleep if it’s done too long LMAO

unfortunately… very, very forgetful. he’ll misplace a tiny and start worrying over it until he feels squirms in his gut, or forget he ate someone and take 5 mentats then get all confused when he feels something move inside of him. be ready for impromptu-foodplay, cause he’ll drink tea or coffee completely forgetting about his prey inside.

he’s totally down for multiple prey. not too much, maybe 2-3, but he’s soaking up the attention the whole time. 

tastes like those green melon sodas and cucumbers, surprisingly

i feel like i could make more hcs if i sat on this more but WHATEVA HERE YOU GO !!!

i apologize if these are trash- im not as good as characterizing these two 🤞 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 i hope you enjoy nonetheless……

[saltygilmores]

Lorelai Being Creepy, Line-Crossing, And Or Hypocritical About, With, And To Dean (And Favoring Dean Over Jess)-A Comprehensive Guide- Season 2-Part 1 (So Much More To Come)

2x1-Sadie Sadie After kissing Rory (more like sucking out her brain), Dean asks, where's your mom? Wouldn't you like to know. Sporting a rarely seen pair of Milfy glasses, Lorelai wants Dean to know she really, really missed him. Speaking in their language of special sexual metaphors, Dean pauses until asking her if she "needs her waterbottle changed." Gross. He goes out to the back porch to crank on the water bottle and let out some of that frustration. Then Lorelai needs his help "reaching a can on a high shelf." Barf.

Rory invites Dean along to a FND, and he doesn't put up any resistance, and he is surprisingly meek and behaved. Lorelai wears her skimpiest low cut nighty to dinner to arouse their special guest.

Quote: "Tonight you walk in with this beautiful boy" Lorelai thinks Richard is hostile to Dean because Dean could get Rory pregnant. Rory says, I won't get pregnant, to which Lorelai responds "I know." How do we know this, exactly, did you get his sperm count checked? 2x2, Hammers and Veils As Rory is leaving for her home building gig, Dean finds her and starts being an ass. Rory suggests that Dean go inside and see her mom instead of bugging her. That boink session will buy Rory about a 15 second head start to get away from him. Dean stalks her again as she's returning and wants Rory to steal her mother's wallet so they can go to the movies. Proceeds to verbally abuse her.

After said verbal abuse, Rory returns to Lorelai, worried about how her lack of extra curricular activities will hinder her college admission chances. Lorelai's advice about said college planning is to "relax and call Dean to come cover"

and then

2x3, Red Light on The Wedding Night Dean and Rory double date with Max and Lorelai. Super weird and awkward, constantly going on double dates with your mom. Dean tells Max that if he marries Lorelai he should expect Lorelai to do crazy things like pretend pizza toppings can talk. How many other teenage boys know this much specific shit about their girlfriend's mom? Max: Say you’re not here, and I come home at 11pm and I find Dean and Rory making out on the couch? What do I do? Lorelai Big Fat Fucking Hypocrite Gilmore: *shrugs*: They’re teenagers, they can kiss (at night, on the couch, unsupervised) (unlike someone else who is not allowed to kiss Rory on a couch)

2x4, Road Trip To Harvard Quote: "Are you hungry enough to risk having to answer 100 questions about Chilton, your life in a small town, and your hunky hunky boyfriend?"

2x5, Nick & Nora and Sid and Nancy Lorelai is unphased over the multiple incidents of Dean mouthing off to her, but when Jess does it once the first time he meets her (and Lorelai is just this totally random strange lady to him at this point) she holds it against him for years and makes his life a living hell. Then things are kind of quiet on the DALA front for a while. 2x9 Lorelai calls Rory's relationship with Dean "a really good thing you have going." Lorelai goes on a date with a young guy she meets in college and later realizes everyone in town is calling her a pedophile. Perish the thought. 2x11, Secrets & Loans After Dean throws a basketball "past" Rory's head, Rory tells Dean that she got in a fight with her mom. Dean has nothing useful to say, but that Rory and Lorelai are both stubborn and refers to the "amazing, wonderful qualities that you and your mother share"

2x12, Richard in Stars Hollow Richard is rightfully concerned about Rory riding around in the death trap Dean built. Dean repeatedly mouths off to Richard in front of Lorelai, Rory, and Emily. Lorelai is unphased. Lorelai of course comes to Dean's defense, referring to said Deathmobile as "The nice thing he did for Rory", like a home made car is equivalent to gifting her a mug. Rory just stands there unquestioning and lets the grownups decide her fate. 2x13, A Tisket a Tasket Oh boy is this one a doozy.

The obligatory "Dean is hunky/pretty" At the market, Dean says the reason he doesn't like Jess is because he is breathing. Dean's measured response to losing a charity auction for a picnic basket to Jess is "I'm going to kill him." and also leaves a vague threat hanging in the air about this "being the last time". Rory tells him to calm down. Dean has a complete meltdown. He tries to blame Rory for Jess winning the basket, then tries to tell her she's not allowed to go on the picnic. When that doesn't work, he tries to manipulates Rory into believing she "hurt" him. Luke tells Lorelai that she needs therapy. Bless.

Look at her gazing at Dean with her puppy dog eyes. Dean interrupts Lorelai, but she demurs to his alpha male authority and instantly shuts up, something she does for no other man, woman or child. Lorelai agrees with her daughter's boyfriend that this other boy, Jess " has issues". Dean tries to describe why he's wary of Jess, to wit:

Oh, that Jess, always being around and existing. How dare he. What an asshole. Dean thinks "Jess will get her in trouble, I just know it" and Jess is only using Rory to "Drive him crazy". Lorelai takes these vague premonitions from Dean that he pulled out of his ass as a ringing endorsement to make both Rory's and her future nephew's lives a living hell. For the record, Dean and Jess have barely interacted on screen at this point. Dean is concerned that Jess is often tardy to school (???) Mr "I Could Care Less about Harvard" doesn't even care about Rory's academic progress, but he's observant enough and concerned about how often Jess is late to class? OKAY!

Lorelai says Dean sounds jealous, but this goes nowhere. Dean insinuates that Rory is only friendly to Jess because she's friendly to everyone. So, you too? Lorelai says Dean has to trust Rory, but they (both Dean and Lorelai) don't have to trust Jess. It's so fucking weird when they team up like this against Rory. Lorelai tells Dean that "Flying off the handle won't get you what you want." Another super fucking weird thing to say in reference to your own kid. After Lorelai frets about Jess "not being the nicest kid" "the fighting and the stealing and the cutting school and the vandalism" blah blah blah, Rory asks how she knows these things. Lorelai states "they're things she's seen and heard." From Dean. And Dean is really upset about...Jess cutting school and stealing? Dean sad=Lorelai sad. Dean's feelings are the only thing that matter to our MILF. Milfy refuses to listen to Rory, like at all. Lorelai says "Dean just needed someone to talk to." Get a parrot. Who the hell goes to their girlfriend's mom for dating advice? Where's your own mom at, Dean? Lorelai blames Rory for not being emotionally available at the drop of a hat for Dean because she was with Jess. Lorelai, hilariously, claims she's not taking sides. Mentions "Dean being concerned about you hanging out with someone who could hurt you" for a second time. Lorelai refers to Jess "making a lot of enemies" (who's fault is it that an entire town makes a 17 year old kid their enemy?). and that Rory is "So young and naive and nice and gives everyone a chance", insinuating she's too stupid to make her own decisions on who she should date. If Rory's friendship with Jess doesn't have Dean's stamp of approval, then it doesn't have Mommy's either. At this point I just fucking rage quit the episode.

I attempted to watch a few more seconds only to hear Lorelai say "I didn’t like Dean at first because I didn’t know him, I don’t like Jess because I know him.” Rage quit again! More DALA nightmares to come.

[azurdlywisterious]

The Brainless Ones (part 2)

AN: I'm back with more of Sir’s adventures! I wanted more Sir so now y'all get more Sir.

Word count: 1.3k

CW: body horror played for comedy (idk how else to describe sir’s empty head), very unethical scientific practices, body horror not played for comedy (if the centaurs count as body horror but I think they do)

“Where are we heading, Beagle?”

He runs his fingers through his silver hair. “End goal, New Vegas. But right now, we’re going towards a little town called Novac.”

“I’ve walked this way before,” I observe. “Where is Novac on this map?”

I show him the screen built into my arm, which currently has a map of the area pulled up.

“I’m never gonna get used to this,” he mutters under his breath as he examines the map. "Uh, I think it's around here?"

He taps a spot on the map and a waypoint appears on the map. There's a small ping! noise, which causes Beagle to jump.

"You're very nervous," I observe.

"I still haven't fully grasped that this is my new reality," he retorts. "I've heard of lots of terrifying things out here in these sandy wastes."

"My interest has been piqued. What kind of things?"

"Radscorpions, geckos, the Powder Gangers out by the NCRCF..."

His voice trails off at that last one. His eyes lose focus, like he's seeing something playing out miles in front of us. I put my head as close to his as possible and zoom my eyes in as much as they can.

"What are you looking at?"

He jolts and does a small hop away from me. I can feel warm air on my skin. Is that his breathing? Dr. Dala told me about breathing, what it looked like, what it felt like. I don’t fully understand her obsession with it, but I am starting to gain my own appreciation for the habit.

“I was just… remembering something,” he says to me after he’s regained his bearings. “Nothing that a pretty lady like you should worry her pretty little head about.”

“Right,” I respond, disinterested in whatever it is he’s hiding. I continue to walk since he spotted nothing.

“Wait!” He half jogs to catch up to me. “Don’t you want to know what I was thinking of?”

“You can tell me if you want,” I reply, “but right now our main goal is Novac; and all this sand being blown by the wind is getting in my eyes.”

He doesn’t respond, instead lighting up another cigarette as we walk.

"We aren't walking on a road," I state. "Is there any reason for this?"

"Well, according to the maps, this is the fastest way to Novac," he tells me. "There is a longer route following the main road that crosses through a town called Nipton, but that place gives me the creeps.”

“Elaborate.”

“It's been radio silent for weeks. If anything happened down there, i doubt that it would be anything good.”

“You imply that Nipton is south?”

“Weird way of phrasin’ it,” Beagle remarks, “but yeah, I suppose so.”

I stop to show him a point on the map in my arm. “Is this Nipton?”

“Probably.”

“Then I’ve been there,” I inform him. “Boring place. Just a bunch of dead lobotomites everywhere.”

All he says in response to that is, “Oh,” before holding his cigarette in place with his teeth and shoving his hands deep into his pockets.

I continue to walk and he follows suit.

After a long while of silence, Beagle plucks the remains of his cigarette from his teeth, flicks it away, and asks me, “So what is a pretty lady like you doing wandering the desert all by her lonesome?”

“The great minds of the Think Tank made me to explore the new world beyond Big MT in their stead so that they may study it from the safety of their labs.”

“Wait…” He starts counting on his fingers before giving up entirely. “How old are you?”

“Depends,” I reply.

“Depends?”

“The body is roughly 26 years old, the computer parts that keep the body functioning are a few days old, and the data programmed onto my hard drives encompasses all of scientific knowledge that humanity has ever recorded and the Think Tank had ever saved to their computers. Though all of the components have been together for 32 days.”

“So you're 32 days old?”

“It appears so. Like Athena from the myths of the Old World, I emerged from the Think Tank fully formed.”

“Who’s Athena?”

I start to reply, but a flicker of movement from the neighboring hill catches my attention. I place a finger to my lips and crouch down. I zoom my sight in and study the creatures that caught my attention. The top half is a lobotomite torso and head, but the bottom half is a mass of tissue and extra arms acting as legs. Three tendrils hang out of its mouth like long tongues and it has no true arms.

Beagle notices what I’m looking at and grabs his gun. He’s aiming it wildly due to his shaking hands, a phenomena caused by the sudden influx of adrenaline in his body.

I gently lower the gun for him and start to quietly move closer, calibrating my long distance lasers as I move. The LRADs are already primed.

Using the pointed tip of my thumbnail as a scope, I aim a laser right between the thing’s eyes.

“Fascinating,” I remark as I see it spit sludge in our direction, taking plenty of photos as it does so. “One shot isn't enough to kill it.”

“What?” Beagle squeaks and pulls out a voice recorder. I gently lower that too before he starts talking into it.

The creature’s aim is not good enough to hit us with the sludge. That doesn't stop it from setting off my internal Geiger counter. My skin feels crackly. I need to end this quick.

The thing is charging at me and Beagle is starting to try and take voice memos again. I roll my eyes and let him. I just turn my ears off and fire enough shots to fell the beast.

I blow on my index finger to cool it off before extending the opposite hand to Beagle. I feel his hand vibrating on contact, so I grip it tightly to get it to stop shaking.

I lead him over to the corpse, the whole time him describing the encounter into his voice recorder in strikingly accurate detail. Despite his trembling hands, his voice is rather level, and nice to listen to. It’s soft and smooth, like the half melted butter on top of the waffles in those commercial breaks that Dr. 0 accidentally recorded along with his movies.

I turn my ears back off to remember to take more photos of the thing before teleporting it off to the Think Tank. I wince a bit as my still hot index finger lightly burns my temple.

I turn my ears back on, ready to listen to him talk; but all I hear is unvoiced gasping. I’m on alert.

“What is it?” I whisper urgently.

“The thing,” he points to where the creature once was. “It’s gone!”

“I teleported the cadaver back to Big MT,” I tell him, hovering my fingers by my temple. “Remember, if something bad happens to me while we’re out here, press on my temples and we’ll be teleported back to safety.”

He nods solemnly, processing the information as clear as day behind his eyes. As my science deputy, he deserves to know how to activate the teleported in case of an emergency.

He takes my arm, studies it, and places a new waypoint, saying, “I don’t wanna run into another one of those things. If we go up from here and then start cutting across, we should be fine.”

“Why not just go south to Nipton?”

He stares off into the distance and lights up another smoke. “There’s something that needs to be done up there anyways. And you’re just the person to help me.”

“Then why not just go directly to New Vegas?���

“Deathclaws,” Beagle replies coolly, taking another well timed drag of his cigarette.

“What are deathclaws?” I ask him.

“Nothing good,” he responds, gently lowering my arm for me; as if wanting to reach for my hand but not having enough courage to do so. “I’ll tell ya later.”

"When?"

"After you help me clean out the NCRCF."

[wentylacjapozarowa]

Bezpieczne użytkowanie urządzeń elektrycznych w biurze – zasady i zalecenia

Współczesne środowisko biurowe jest nierozerwalnie związane z intensywnym wykorzystaniem energii elektrycznej. Komputery, drukarki, serwery, urządzenia sieciowe, klimatyzatory, a także drobne sprzęty, jak czajniki elektryczne czy ekspresy do kawy, są niezbędne do codziennego funkcjonowania firmy. Jednocześnie ich obecność wiąże się z realnym zagrożeniem pożarowym, jeśli nie są użytkowane zgodnie z zasadami bezpieczeństwa. Poniższy artykuł przedstawia kluczowe zalecenia dotyczące bezpiecznego korzystania z urządzeń elektrycznych w biurze.

1. Regularna kontrola stanu technicznego urządzeń

Podstawą bezpiecznego użytkowania sprzętu elektrycznego jest jego dobry stan techniczny. Nawet pozornie niewielkie uszkodzenia – takie jak przetarte przewody, luźne wtyczki czy obluzowane gniazda – mogą stanowić przyczynę zwarcia lub przegrzania.

Zalecenia:

Przeprowadzaj okresowe przeglądy urządzeń biurowych, szczególnie tych intensywnie eksploatowanych.

Wymieniaj natychmiast wszelkie uszkodzone kable i gniazda.

Korzystaj wyłącznie z urządzeń posiadających wymagane certyfikaty bezpieczeństwa (np. CE).

2. Unikanie przeciążania instalacji elektrycznej

Wielokrotne rozgałęźniki, podpinanie kilku urządzeń do jednego gniazda oraz wykorzystywanie sprzętów o wysokim poborze mocy na jednej linii zasilania może skutkować przeciążeniem, przegrzaniem przewodów, a w konsekwencji pożarem.

Zalecenia:

Nie podłączaj zbyt wielu urządzeń do jednej listwy zasilającej.

Używaj rozgałęźników z zabezpieczeniami przeciwprzepięciowymi i termicznymi.

Przed zakupem urządzeń sprawdź ich parametry zasilania i skonsultuj się z działem technicznym lub elektrykiem.

3. Prawidłowe użytkowanie sprzętu AGD w biurze

Małe urządzenia AGD, takie jak czajniki, mikrofalówki czy ekspresy do kawy, coraz częściej pojawiają się w biurach. Choć poprawiają komfort pracy, ich niewłaściwe użycie może być źródłem zagrożenia.

Zalecenia:

Umieszczaj urządzenia kuchenne z dala od dokumentów, zasłon, mebli tapicerowanych.

Nigdy nie pozostawiaj włączonego czajnika lub ekspresu bez nadzoru.

Upewnij się, że przewody zasilające nie są narażone na kontakt z wodą lub nagrzanymi powierzchniami.

4. Odpowiednie rozmieszczenie urządzeń i kabli

Zarówno dla bezpieczeństwa przeciwpożarowego, jak i ergonomii pracy ważne jest właściwe rozmieszczenie urządzeń i poprowadzenie kabli zasilających. Zbyt duże nagromadzenie przewodów w jednym miejscu sprzyja ich uszkodzeniu i utrudnia ewakuację w razie zagrożenia.

Zalecenia:

Zadbaj o porządek w kablach – stosuj prowadnice, maskownice i oznaczenia.

Nie prowadź przewodów pod wykładziną ani w miejscach intensywnego ruchu pieszych.

Zapewnij urządzeniom odpowiednią wentylację – nie zasłaniaj otworów wentylacyjnych komputerów i zasilaczy.

5. Szkolenia pracowników i procedury awaryjne

Nawet najlepsze systemy zabezpieczeń nie będą skuteczne, jeśli użytkownicy sprzętu nie znają zasad jego bezpiecznego stosowania. Regularne szkolenia z zakresu BHP i PPOŻ powinny uwzględniać tematykę urządzeń elektrycznych.

Zalecenia:

Organizuj cykliczne szkolenia dotyczące bezpiecznego użytkowania sprzętu elektrycznego.

Ustal i upowszechnij procedury działania w razie pożaru wywołanego urządzeniem (np. użycie odpowiedniego typu gaśnicy).

Oznacz wszystkie wyłączniki główne prądu i udostępnij je pracownikom odpowiedzialnym za bezpieczeństwo.

6. Wyłączanie urządzeń po godzinach pracy

Pozostawianie włączonych urządzeń po zakończeniu dnia pracy, zwłaszcza w budynkach pozbawionych stałego nadzoru, to poważne ryzyko pożarowe. Dotyczy to zarówno komputerów, jak i małych urządzeń AGD.

Zalecenia:

Wprowadź politykę „zero tolerancji” dla zostawiania włączonych urządzeń bez potrzeby.

Rozważ zastosowanie timerów lub zautomatyzowanych systemów odłączania zasilania poza godzinami pracy.

Zleć ochronie obiektu kontrolę pomieszczeń pod kątem pozostawionego sprzętu.

7. Zabezpieczenia techniczne – wykrywacze i gaśnice

Oprócz działań prewencyjnych, niezbędne jest wyposażenie biura w odpowiednie środki do szybkiej reakcji na wypadek pożaru wywołanego urządzeniem elektrycznym.

Zalecenia:

Zainstaluj czujniki dymu i detektory ciepła w pomieszczeniach ze sprzętem elektronicznym.

Umieść w widocznych i dostępnych miejscach gaśnice przeznaczone do gaszenia urządzeń elektrycznych (gaśnice śniegowe – CO₂ lub proszkowe ABC).

Upewnij się, że wszyscy pracownicy wiedzą, gdzie znajduje się sprzęt gaśniczy i jak z niego korzystać.

Bezpieczeństwo pożarowe w biurze nie zależy wyłącznie od nowoczesnych instalacji i certyfikowanych urządzeń – równie ważne są nawyki i świadomość użytkowników. Stosowanie się do zasad bezpiecznego użytkowania urządzeń elektrycznych, dbałość o ich stan techniczny oraz szybka reakcja na wszelkie nieprawidłowości to podstawowe działania, które pozwalają zminimalizować ryzyko pożaru i jego skutków. Zarówno pracodawcy, jak i zarządcy biurowców powinni systematycznie monitorować stan infrastruktury, aktualizować procedury wewnętrzne i prowadzić działania edukacyjne wśród personelu. Tylko całościowe podejście do kwestii bezpieczeństwa zapewni realną ochronę życia, zdrowia i mienia w środowisku pracy.

[shylilbunny15]

Prompt 2 Part 4

༺˚ʚ Stormed By Odds Endingɞ˚༻

Two men stepped forward, one from each team. One of them going to Villain the other going to Hero.

"Well done Fargo", Villain sighed.

"Thanks Dallas, guys really saved us", Hero nodded.

"After the storm spilt us up it took us quite a while to figure it out" Fargo explained.

"We finally caught the source...a castor. He seems to have been working for our target..."Dalas chimmed in.

"We've got stoker right here" Villain motioned to Stoker, still dazed.

"We'll take em" Dalas grabbed Stoker, handing him over to his teammates.

"I assume you all were the cause of this...chaos"?

"Correct" Fargo nodded.

"We should get going, we've got quite a lot of attention.." Villain mentioned.

The group continued throughout the estate taking down whoever they could, making their way to the exit.

Hero and Villain helped clear the way as the building continued to crumble, debris and rubble crashing down.

As they ran down corridor after corridor a large beam came spiraling down towards Villain. In a swift move Hero pushed Villain forward, just missing the beam.

"Hero are you okie"??? Villain yelled out from the other side.

"I'm fine! You all go on, I'll find another way"!

Faccina, Task Force 114, and Villain quickly withdrew from the debris and continued their way as Hero left looking for another way out.

Taking down hawk after hawk, Hero finally came to find her exit blocked by burning beams and stairs. Hero looked around frantically as the smoke started to get thicker and the flames ever stronger.

"Where the heck is she, she should have been out by now"!? Villain fumed, pacing back and forth. He and the others had made it outside about 13 minutes ago and were waiting for Hero to get out. They were currently hiding on the side of the estate watching as the other guests ran out of the building.

"You've got to be kidding me..." Hero covered her mouth, going back to the direction she came from. Coming to another grand corridor, Hero recognized the way leading close to the main party room.

"Yes, finally"!! Hero beamed, before suddenly being thrown into the wall beside her.

"Agh"! Groaning, Hero looked up to see a man dressed in a black turtle neck, black duster trench coat, black pants and combat boots, with black gloves. His hair was jet black, eyes golden yellow, skin Pearl white, and his height seemed to be 7'0.

"I should have known you'd be here..." the man sighed almost annoyed, looking down at Hero.

Hero's eyes widened as she realized who the man was. Supervillain. "H-..Why are you here"!?

"I should be asking you that".. Supervillain said, kicking Hero down as she tried to stand up; holding hero down with his foot on her back, Supervillain scoffed. "Aren't you a little too bold to be here alone"?

Hero struggled with Supervillain's foot on her, it felt almost pointless. "So what? ...You're going to kill me here"?

"No...I've more important plans for you... however...I'd like to leave you little gift before I go.." SuperVillain pulled out a hunter's knife before kneeling down in front of Hero and stabbing it into her shoulder, drawing a string of screams and whimpers as he twisted the knife. His face void of any emotion.

"I-I'll find you...." Hero grunted.

"Good.....I'll be waiting.." Supervillain said, standing up and walking away. "Do survive... I'd hate to go through all of this trouble only for you to die here"...

Hero yelled out as the ceiling came crashing down ontop of her, trapping her. "Damnit..."!! Hero tried to pull herself out only managing to pull herself halfway out, before feeling herself fall unconscious, as the smoke blocked her vision and took her breath.

Villain rushed inside, looking around trying to find Hero, catching sight of someone in all black passing by him, before continuing on his search. Villain felt his mind running frantically as the smoke started to cause him to cough, only wondering if Hero was okie.

"Villain"!? Mr. Sirata's voice echoed as Villain ran towards the stairs and up the corridors. Villain ran through corridor after corridor wondering if Hero had succumbed to the flames or made it out.

"Hero!.....Hero-.." Villain ran towards Hero's unconscious body seeing her buried under the debris in a pool of blood.

"Hero!..Hero!..." Villain felt the building giving way as flames licked above him, and the floor shook violently.

"Hero wake up!...Please!" Villain started pulling whatever debris he could away, before trying to lift the beam off of Hero. Villain felt helpless. He didn't want to risk running back to get help and leave Hero in danger. Villain pulled, knees bent, with as much force as he could trying to lift the beam. "Damn it, Hero!...If you die I'll hate you!...Those others are alright, but they're not nearly as fun as you...Get the hell up!!" Villain heaved, sweat dripping down his face, eyes stinging, his arms aching.

"...." Hero lay there unresponsive. A sign that pushed Villain to thinking the worst.

"Come on Hero!....Come on!...I can't have my deal with you dead! You have to keep going!... Your....your team's waiting for you..." Villain knew he couldn't return without Hero. He was right; her team was awaiting her return. Villain pull up, as hard as he could, the debris slowly rising off of Hero. Villain pushed himself under, holding it up with his back, as he knelt down picking up Hero's body. Villain grimaced as he noticed a piece of rebar in Hero's thigh.

"Dang it Hero" Villain dived from under the debris, causing it to crash down, breaking the floor under it.

Coughing and hacking Villain carried Hero bridal style. The smoke was so thick it clouded everything; after running for what seemed like hours Villain stopped at the staircase, flames licked from above and below, the wooded boards cracked and shook. 

"Alright...If I die...at least you're coming with me..." Villain took a few steps back and ran forward jumping the gap and landed with a slight thud on the other side of the stairs, before catching his balance and rushing down the stairs, running out of the doors and outside.

Both team Faccina and 114 came running over. It seems that the Universal Protection Agency had already dispatched some back up and help over. There were a few cars and trucks along with ambulances and fire trucks there.

The ambulance quickly took Hero into the truck. As firefighters checked Villain and the others. Soot, sweat and dirt littered their body, as tattered clothes exposed bruises and cuts. As soon as the ambulance finished the temporary treatment for Villain he ran over to the truck Hero was in watching in shock.

There she was, unresponsive, not moving a bit. The EMT giving chest compressions, trying to get Hero's heart to beat..Not long after they called for a defibrillator; round after round, Hero wasn't moving. Still flatlined.

"Damnit Hero!..Get up! Get up you idiot!..Stop joking around!" Villain felt the air freezing cold, nipping at his skin, it stung almost; his wounds and bruises were quite nasty. Yet the worst pain Villain felt was in his chest.

It was something Villain felt different. A pain that made his chest ache, his heart felt cold, he felt anxious, angry, but also...just a little scared. Why would Hero do this?

"Your team's wait for you Hero!..Get up! You're really just going to quit after a little fire?!...Wake up!....Hero!....Really? One mission with me and you're giving up?!.."

'Clear....nothing'........"Hero!.."...'Clear'....."Get up"!...'Clear'...."I hate you"!....'Clear'..."I hate you".....'Clear'...."I hate you!!"....'Clear'...."Damnit!...."...."Why....are you really just going to give up?...you don't deserve to be called Hero...you haven't finished your mission"....'Clear'..."Get up...." 'Switching to compressions'......"Are you going to give up on everything...on your team? On fighting me?..."

Villain winces hearing the crack of Hero's ribs, as they gave compressions..."It must be easy for you...just giving up....abandon us all..is that what you think being a Hero is!?-"

Hero's eyes shot open, coughing and heaving, gasping for air, the vital monitor, coming to a steady beep once again.

Both teams let out small whispers of celebration amongst each other; the EMTs all high fives one another, smils of happiness and relief washed over their faces. Villain rushed over to Hero's side, letting out a sigh of relief as her eyes fluttered around, half lidded.

"She's in critical condition but she'll live" the EMT assured.

"Thank God..."Villain rubbed his thumb against Hero's cheek, as they started an I.V. on her.

"We're taking you all to the hospital. The others are already being escorted there".

Villain nodded, taking a seat, and relaxing a bit.

       ༺˚ʚ 2 months later ɞ˚༻

Villain stood in the middle of the empty road. Debris and white smoke clouded for miles in each direction. He was back to his villainy. It felt nice, but also empty. Villain hadn't seen Hero for quite a long time. Since he'd stepped off of the ambulance. He wandered each day how she was, if she'd gotten better. He kept the deal for about a month..but afterwards he went back to his thing. The other heros were okie, but they weren't like his usual fight and bickering with Hero, no...they had fun..but they were more interested in throwing him in jail, not that they actually succeeded.

Now, Villain stood in the middle of an intersection. Empty streets, smoke, and debris littered everywhere, gloved hands in the pockets of his trench coat. The weather ever colder. His most recent crime took place today, citizens evacuated and hiding; another day of waiting for a hero to show, fight Villain, and continue on about their day. Villain smiles to himself..a bittersweet statement to his heart. "Some Hero....."

"Aww....you don't think that little of me, do you"?

Villain looked up, seeing Hero standing opposite of him. His heartbeat quickened, breath hitched in his throat, mind racing with questions but one stuck out most. "....Where the hell were you"?

"...It took me longer than I wanted to recover....I should have told you...but this was Supervillian's doing".

"Supervillain.….what the hell was he doing there"?!

"I don't know...but I plan to look into it".

"He's planning something bigger than I thought.... he's been talking about nonsense...Stuff most of us wouldn't even think to do. I don't plan on letting him get away with it. Plus he almost ruined my deal."

"Sounds like we have another mission together..."

"Sounds like fun..." Villain grinned.

"How are you"?

"I should be asking you that".

"... I'll live...thank you.... for everything".

"You're welcome...plus...it was really boring without you" Villain smiled, head tilted slightly.

Hero Ran her fingers through her hair, letting out a soft sigh. "It seems you really did a number today...Did you miss me that bad"?

"Perhaps I wanted to throw a tantrum to get your attention" Villain chuckled.

Hero got in stance, ready to begin "I'm right here, I won't be going anywhere". A sincere smile displayed in her face.

Villain also got into stance, ready to go. "Good, I wasn't planning on letting you, anyway".

Both rushed at each other, taunting yet genuine smiles on their faces.

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