#assurance testing

[ghastigiggles]

system upgrade

[privateolives]

This is probably because I grew up watching 24/7 animal planet, but what finally made the allo/aplatonic thing click for me were the nature's of big cats.

Lions are powerful, regal creatures who are uniquely adapted to pack life. They need these connections to live a healthy life; A lonely lion is a miserable creature indeed.

Jaguars are solitary, beautiful creatures who live happily solitary. They prowl their lush world with self-sufficient majesty. A jaguar is not lonely without a pack. In fact, forcing jaguars to share space with others they do not enjoy is just as damaging as forcing a lion to live alone.

A lion may choose to head out on it's own for the most part, but in the end must return to the pack to thrive. A jaguar can choose to trust and enjoy the company of others, but they never feel the need to form a pack.

Is a jaguar selfish for this? A psychopath, a narcissist or any other such horrid assumptions? Is it a less moral creature than a lion, who seeks others like it to thrive?

Is a lion pathetic, or needy, or selfish for wanting community? For requiring contact with others like they require water? For their inherent need to string complicated webs of relationships that may seem silly or dramatic to others?

Of course not. These are ridiculous questions to even ask.

They are simply lions and jaguars.

In fact, is a jaguar that chooses to spend time with you not as magical as a lion's love? For a creature that needs no bond to thrive to still enjoy your presence enough to share it a time? Is a lion who can prowl the night alone not impressive in its strength and resilience? Is it not awe-inspiring in its ability to conquer a life it was never wired for and reign still?

Are they not both beautiful and awe-inspiring in their own ways, without being wrong?

Alloplatonics. Aplatonics. Are we not both special and beautiful in both our bonds and self-confident happiness equal, in each our ways? Is there not unique beauty in lifelong bonded packs and magical encounters that need no perpetuity to carry life forward?

Are we not but lions and jaguars? Neither wrong, neither selfish, but just different and beautiful creatures in each our ways?

That's how I've come to see it, anyway.

[clawed-sapphic]

The werewolf “curse” is often claimed to be passed on through the werewolf biting an individual.

Hypothesis: The “curse” is transmitted through werewolf spit.

Claim: Making out with a werewolf sloppy style will micro dose you with lycanthropy and turn you into a werewolf slowly over time.

[erinwantstowrite]

praying anon meant "is your name erin or did you choose a random name to use online for funzies/privacy and its a reference to something" and not "im a transphobic jerk who wants to be an asshole" 😭

i really try to give the benefit of the doubt with some of these asks i get 😭 sometimes i gotta choose one as a warning to the people who are actually going in to be hateful

[pinksilvace]

@ all of the fic writers that give Hypnos injured/broken wings: I am kissing you passionately on the mouth

[shopwitchvamp]

Incense and incense holders are up now!

There's only a few of each type since I have no clue yet which ones people will want 😅 but I'll certainly order more of any that seem to be getting interest! (And maybe additional scents if incense does well in general!!) Enjoy~ 🖤 witchvamp.com 🖤

[peachfruitcake]

Um ok so basically earlier this year I reaaally wanted to finally get into candle-making so I made a half joking post like “hi if anyone gets me candle molds from my wish list I’ll draw jelix” and someone bought out my Whole wish list so. Yeah

Here’s some of the results from at that time!!!

[askagamedev]

I've occasionally seen this common bug in several games where a character gets stuck in what seems to be the center of the map, doing a T pose. Is this is a common output of several different types of errors? If so, have you ever hidden the origin of the map under a hill, or made it hidden to the player somehow, so bugs like that are not spotted, even if they occur?

You're right - the T-pose (or its cousin the A-pose) is usually the default pose we put a model in when a particular pose or animation isn't working. The T-pose exists mostly because artists can see all parts of the model by rotating, moving, and zooming the camera, so they can fix up any odd texturing issues on the model.

The purpose of using the T-pose for the default is because it is instantly and visibly recognizable to just about anyone that it doesn't belong there. We often use things like a checkerboard pattern or bright magenta/cyan colors on a cube to indicate a missing model or texture so that the game doesn't crash when it's missing an asset, but QA can immediately flag it as not working properly or using a placeholder asset. As such, we don't want to hide them - we want them to be as visible as we can so that we can fix them.

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[vigilskeep]

i think harding sounds rlly good in french...her english performance sometimes made me want to eat glass but french is solid

fascinating.

[neff-zhul]

new year, new old old men yaoi

[pergaminaa]

Modern au:

When I'm speaking about Manon's stress/anxiety, I mean that she's really a mess.

One is her inability to deal with those emotions because she doesn't understand them. She was shamed out of that and it's just something she tries to ignore until she's in the middle of a panic attack.

It all goes back to early childhood; her grandmother conditioned her to behave in a certain way. If she was too upset or too worked up (even if she’s excited) it was something she’d get admonished for. She must always be perfect, and anything other than that is unacceptable.

The toxic, abusive environment she grew up in bled into her personal life. The few times she dated, she ended up with the worst kind of man. Very similar to her grandmother. It’s familiar, she knows how to navigate that. She is always hyper-vigilant, paying attention to the smallest quests, navigating a mess, and being miserable.

It’s what she knows. She knows how to handle this.

Also, she is undiagnosed and unmedicated. The entire concept is unfathomable. What would her grandmother say if she's not right in the head? Her grandmother will never accept this, and this is why Manon doesn't even think about what might be the cause of those issues.

Also, just being wired this way is going to be a sure way for her grandmother to outright disown her and find someone who is sane and not screwed up in the head to take her place. So no. She is totally fine and doesn't need any help managing anything. She's perfectly normal.

So really, with a major issue like this being ignored, Manon continues to pretend nothing is wrong. Things are okay until the slightest bit goes wrong, and she spirals. But she's mostly in denial about it. It is not because of her, but rather, the circumstances and things going wrong. Because when everything is going according to plan, she is perfectly fine.

The wake up call was when she started dating Dorian. At one point, she contemplated breaking up with him. She was going to, being with him was too overwhelming and she felt out of her element, out of control.

Dorian only has love and support for her. He doesn’t get angry, he doesn’t yell and gaslight her. He never did anything to hurt her and she doesn’t know how to navigate this. It was stressing her out and she felt like she was drowning. She can't predict anything. She can't tell when he's going to lose his temper or just... flip the script on her and blame her for his reactions.

One night she went to Sorrel, on the verge of a breakdown because she had made up her mind. It is the best course of action. There is only way to cut their losses and end things before they get too tangled up. But it pained her and she needed to talk to someone.

Sorrel was clear with her, she was self sabotaging. She has something good and she doesn’t know how to handle it. She feels safer with what is familiar, even if it means getting herself hurt.

Sorrel asked her if this was what she really wanted. To leave Dorian and all that he’s doing for her and end up with another abusive/toxic asshole. Manon said that she didn’t want to leave Dorian, but she didn’t know what to do. She can’t read any cues from him. She can’t tell when he’ll lose his cool.

Sorrel reminded her that Dorian is not this kind of person. Despite teasing him, she knows that he will never hurt Manon. Her best friend only reacts like this because she doesn’t know how to handle it better. But she deserves it. She deserves a man who worships her and has her best interest at heart.

This is why Sorrel didn’t let Manon sabotage her relationship. It was she who suggested therapy. If only for the relationship part. Baby steps, she doesn’t want to push Manon towards addressing her other issues when this is going on.

Manon took some time to become comfortable with the idea. It took hours for Sorrel to talk some sense into her, but she finally relented. She realized that she doesn’t want to leave Dorian, she loves him and wants to have a life with him. She doesn’t want anyone else, it’s either him or no one else.

She will keep this a secret. Her grandmother doesn’t have to know if only goes to therapy once a week to make her relationship work with Dorian.

Those therapy sessions weren’t easy at all. By the third one, she was ready to call it quits because it was opening up so many buried wounds and she couldn’t cope with that.

Sorrel wouldn’t let her quit though. She knows that Manon needs this kind of help and she’s so glad she realized it and took the first step. Sorrel will support her through it and even drive her to and from therapy (she did, it was the only way to make Manon go at one point)

At first, the therapy was about not sabotaging her relationship with Dorian. But as the therapist dug into the roots of this kind of sabotage, it was clear that her upbringing was the cause of all of this.

This is why the therapist referred her to another therapist because this is much bigger than just seeking a certain type of relationship.

Again, Sorrel was thrilled. Because yes, someone needed to dig deep enough to realize the amount of damage that’s been caused. And hopefully, work on fixing it.

Manon was very uncomfortable with the idea. She doesn’t want to speak about her life, her childhood, her grandmother. She loves her grandmother. She just needs to stop being careless and her grandmother is happy. She has internalized all of it, reasoning that her abuse and mistreatment are one hundred percent justified.

She also realized if the first therapist is referring her to someone more specialized, then she must be too broken to be fixed. And this is bad because:

A) Her grandmother is right, there is something fundamentally wrong with her and it can’t be fixed.

B) Dorian deserves so much better than this. So she must cut him loose rather than drag him down with her.

But she’s also a coward and can’t face telling him this. So she got Sorrel to help.

Sorrel listened to her and agreed. She will invite Dorian and speak to him. Manon will not be present, she will hide in Sorrel’s room and get herself used to not seeing Dorian ever again (the thought almost crushed her)

Dorian arrived earlier than the appointed time. Sorrel’s call scared him and he wondered what was wrong. If it’s about Manon and she isn’t the one telling him, then something is wrong.

Sorrel was calm, and she explained the situation to him. From start to finish.

Honestly, it’s all heavy stuff and Sorrel isn’t sure how Dorian is going to take it. Manon seems resigned that he’s going to leave, and Sorrel isn’t sure what to think of.

During their conversation Dorian asked multiple times where Manon is, and Sorrel diverted his attention every time. He did see her eyes fall on the closed door though, making him realize that Manon is close by.

At the end, he heard Sorrel loud and clear. If he leaves, Manon understands. She wouldn’t hold him back or make him stay. She’s too much baggage she isn’t sure she can handle herself, let alone burden someone else with her.

Hearing this, he stood up, his face unreadable.

“I would like to speak to my girlfriend,” He said in a non-negotiable tone.

Hearing him refer to Manon as such, Sorrel realized that he wasn’t leaving. He can judge her all he wants, she’s here looking out for Manon.

“She’s behind that door,” Sorrel looked at the closed door.

Dorian took offense at what Sorrel was insinuating. He wasn’t going to leave Manon just because of that. When it comes to love, he loves all of her. He doesn’t pick and choose what parts to love and what to hate.

If anything, he is glad she’s working with a professional to help her. He hates that she suffers alone like this. If she thinks her trauma and therapy is what’s going to send him away then she’s delusional.

He will especially stay to help her and support her during this time.

Walking into Sorrel’s room, he immediately went to the woman he loves. Holding her in his arms and wiping her tears, promising her that he won’t leave.

Also, telling her how proud he is that she is going to therapy.

[indihome-suck]

Kemenag DKI released the exam results in a 50 page pdf ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

[the-forest-library]

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[fandombead]

Funky rough animation test with some of the Sides! Look at them go! Are you happy that this exists, @piliiiiiconfusionf ?? Are you satisfied???

[knickynoo]

McFly July Day 17: Dave's Night Off

Twin Pine timeline: taking place a little after the events of my fic "So, Your Brother's Befriended a Mad Scientist" (late 1982, a few weeks after Marty met Doc)

If you’d asked Dave McFly just a few weeks ago how he’d like to spend an evening off of work, he would have easily listed a variety of activities off the top of his head.

Hanging out with the town’s mad scientist and his kid brother would not have been anywhere on that list. Not even if he’d sat there and come up with a thousand options.

But that was before Marty had started working for Dr. Brown. Before Dave himself, after finishing up a late-night shift, had been allowed a quick glimpse into the new, chaotic, strange world his little brother had thrown himself into. He’d only been in the garage but five minutes—long enough to half-absorb the details of the contraption the pair was working on, and even get roped into helping—before the scientist had ushered them out the door to drive them home.

He'd been dying to get back inside ever since then.

Dave watched as the metal arm of the automatic dog feeder turned the can over, sending the wet food into the waiting bowl with a splat. The dog, Einstein, sat patiently until the demonstration was complete, then ran over and began to eating his dinner. Dave wasn’t sure what he was more impressed by: all the time spent building an elaborate contraption just to open and dump over a can or what he’d seen so far of Einstein’s personality, which bordered on humanlike, quite frankly.

This garage was a strange place.

“Pretty neat, huh?” Marty asked, tossing a nod in the direction of the machine. “Works perfectly now, but you shoulda seen the test runs.”

At the comment, Marty and Dr. Brown shared a look—matching smirks coming to their faces that made Dave feel momentarily out of place. Here, he was the outsider, the one out of sync, and it fascinated as much as bewildered him.

“What happened during the test runs?”

 Marty stifled a laugh and gestured across the room. “Just picture a whole can of that stuff splattered everywhere. And that was just the first test. During the second one, it malfunctioned and flung a full can. Doc dodged it just in time.”

“Test runs can be tricky,” Dr. Brown added. “But we worked out the kinks and got it running smoothly. One less thing for me to have to think about in the morning.” He checked a nearby clock and clapped his hands together. “Well, since Einie is eating, I suppose we should too. Are you joining us for dinner, Dave?”

It was odd, having his name so casually spoken by the reclusive old man Dave had grown up hearing so many whispered rumors about. Doctor Emmett Brown, who was holed up in his secret lab building a death ray to obliterate the town. Biding his time, working on horrific experiments and inventions until he could exact revenge on his enemies. The guy who kidnapped trespassing kids (one of the more popular whispered stories around schools and playgrounds)—their disappearance serving as a warning to others.

Evidently, Dave now knew, the only thing trespassers got was a job offer.

Shaking off his thoughts, Dave nodded. “Sure, if that’s okay with you.”

The doctor looked pleased, his lips curving upward in a warm smile. “Of course. What do you boys want?”

Marty tipped his gaze up to direct a pointed look Dave’s way. Dave shook his head.

“Marty, we are not eating Burger King on my night off.”

“I didn’t even say anything!”

“You didn’t have to. Pick something else.”

With a huff, Marty crossed his arms and furrowed his eyebrows in deep thought. “Pizza. Does your majesty approve of that suggestion?”

If they were at home, Dave would put Marty into a headlock and wrestle him to the ground, but they weren’t at home. He was standing in the middle of a dilapidated garage with Dr. Emmett Brown watching the exchange. Dave thought he saw amusement hiding on the man’s face.

“Pizza’s good,” he said with a shrug.

Dr. Brown nodded and headed for a cluttered table on the other side of the room, waving them along. “I’ve got a menu around here somewhere.”

Dave watched Marty bound ahead and immediately make more of a mess as he hurriedly searched through the piles of papers and books. The doctor didn’t seem at all bothered and began tearing apart a pile as well. After a moment, Marty pulled the menu out of the wreckage and held it high, a victorious laugh filling the room.

Yes, this garage sure was a strange place, Dave thought. But it was also a good place.

[daincrediblegg]

Can I be honest. I’m sick of companies of all sorts designing things that basically only benefit/work for people living in california and nowhere else? It’s getting tiring for the rest of us