#but i checked so many times and i calculated the marks

[jyunism]

bio amali: 8/10

• LP a lil bit sus…. a lil bit silly…. a lil bit goofy…..

[fridgrave2-0]

I'm tired of pretending that I'm okay with ford being an absolute asshole towards fiddleford and basically abusing him.

first of all, yes, it's not ford's fault that he was manipulated (doubtful tbh) and abused by bill, but that doesn't give him the right to be a jerk who closes his eyes on his friend's deepest traumas. the traumas fiddleford got only because stanford completely ignored his warning and got fidds involved into bunch of shit. like his monster hunting which wasn't even the reason fiddleford went to gravity falls in the first place. he was there to help ford build the portal, not to be a part of ford's anomaly quest. and when fiddleford spoke out against it he was ignored because ford doesn't give a shit about anyone else but himself or his muse. fiddleford got traumatized physically and mentally so deeply that in the need to be able to sleep at night peacefully he completely destroyed his mind to the state that even bill was scared to be in there. and what stanford did? he (the one who couldn't care less about fidds warning him about gremoblin) critiqued fiddleford for using the memory gun and didn't even bother to apologize or say that he's sorry in the journal. god, what am I saying, he didn't even took fiddleford to the hospital after fiddleford feel from the sky through the roof of a fucking barn with a dozen of poisonous quills in his body AND A BROKEN ARM. ford described what happened to fidds in the journal, said he "took him home for a treatment" and the next two paragraphs on the other page is "good news the hyperdrive works" LIKE IS THAT THE ONLY THING YOU CARE ABOUT WHAT THE HELL??? "despite our fortune, I have become worried about my assistant... I myself have survived many monster attacks without trauma, but perhaps F is more sensitive that I realized". no shit sherlock, who would've imagine that seeing your worst nightmares and being poisoned can leave a mark on your mental state. sure it's just fiddleford, he's just overreacting because he's "sensitive"))) /src

ford was ignoring fiddleford's concerns all the fucking time that mcgucket was there with him, he took a superstitious and religious guy with anxiety into the forest with real ass monsters who's no one but ford is used to see. fiddleford was warning stanford about shifty and got kidnapped with his identity stolen by the shapeshifter because ford didn't listen. well, at least this time stanford had bothered to apologize for another traumatic event- ah no, next thing ford said is that when the portal is finished all the traumas fiddleford had been through were "worth it". ford just finds ways to make everything worse

we all know that fiddleford has an addictive personality and that the memory gun is the biggest example of that. what we don't talk enough about is that ford at some point decided that sleeping is for losers, but didn't stop at himself and made fiddleford drink 13 fucking cups of coffee, not allowing him to sleep, what in the future made fiddleford a caffeine addict. ford is not only an overworking idiot who gladly damages his own health, no! he wants fiddleford to be the same and quote "gets frustrated" when fiddleford cares not only about his own, but their both basic needs. fiddleford had to work on the portal, get in the trouble with monsters because of ford, but also babysit this manchild to prevent him collapsing from exhaustion (which is more impossible than building a giant portal into the multiverse)

and here we are, the portal testing. once again (and as always) fiddleford did warned ford about everything. fiddleford was working without breaks for days to make sure if the portal will work, and when he found the flaws, he wrote a whole fucking thesis paper, putting all ford's research into a solid work (not taking even smallest credit even tho he was the one to build the portal. when fiddleford had his own theory in the university, ford helped him to only proof that fidds wasn't going crazy by checking the calculations and ford bothered to take the credit for the whole theory, but fiddleford who was a part and a victim of this monumental theory of weirdness didn't took it because he unlike ford doesn't care only about fame). but what did stanford do? he assumed that fiddleford wanted to steal his fucking fame and backstab him. ford didn't even bother to look at something fiddleford was making for three days without resting to make sure that portal won't hurt anyone in the town and that ford won't end up with empty hand if the portal was indeed a lost cause. stanford coldly dismissed fiddleford like they weren't friends, said that he doesn't really waiting fiddleford for the test of the device that fiddleford did built, and even knowing that the portal was dangerous fiddleford chose to come for the test

and then fiddleford got in the portal and it was the biggest traumatic event for him. it was the breaking point for him from which he couldn't stop using the memory gun. it damaged him so much, that he turned from that bright 30-y.o. man into the familiar to us old man mcgucket in the span of two years. his life was ruined for another 30 years, a half of his life he was a mad lonely guy who lived in the junkyard. the man who could've become someone like steve jobs but much better if only he didn't go to help stanford. his family could've been full, tate could have his father. the incident with the portal was the moment of no return for fiddleford, and what did stanford do?

when fiddleford got sucked in the portal, he thought only about the success of his work, that for fidds it was "a remarkable opportunity to confirm or deny the theory" (which he already did with his pre-test research). he didn't think that it was dangerous on the other side, that the portal wouldn't just disintegrate fidds on atoms. and when stanford saw him speaking in a non-human way, shaking and twitching in shock like fiddleford did after the gremoblin incident, ford decided it was nothing. when fiddleford warned him about the apocalypse because he was in the portal and saw it with his own eyes, ford, as always, didn't listen. he didn't just not care about fidds' condition — he diminished everything fiddleford was feeling and everything he witnessed only because it didn't fit in ford's believes which were based just on bill's words (and for stanford it's not something new to belittle things related to fiddleford. he wasn't taking fidds' dream of creating a portable computer seriously, believing that his weirdness theory was much more important)

and after this, stanford insults fiddleford and his family in the journal. he says that he doesn't regret their partnership (it's not really a partnership if stanford didn't count fiddleford as an equal) and friendship breaking up. "to think I considered him a friend!" I doubt he ever did. stanford doesn't know shit about being a good friend (or even a decent person) to someone who sacrificed everything for him. who did put his life aside to be with ford, who cared enough to stay despite stanford again and again putting him in danger, constantly waving him away and feeling no remorse for that. fiddleford was breaking himself for this guy, he canonically was going through "I am nobody to ford if I don't build stuff for him" (and in the end this is exactly what happened). fiddleford didn't tell ford most of his fears and concerns because he didn't want to bother him. fidds was constantly scared and kept in inside because he wanted to be a "better partner". "if I have an anxiety, I will pop anxiety pills", "I'm gonna get through this". and then he didn't

fiddleford was abused by stanford. he was to stanford that ford was to bill, in some ways even worse. it's fucking wild that fiddleford did forgive ford after 30 years of a neverending madness nightmare with his mind being destroyed so much as like it was the earth in the times of the dinosaurs after being hit by the meteorite. fiddleford had lost literally everything, he wasn't even himself for a half of his life and still fidds found the strength to forgive someone who is responsible for it and who used him with regular emotional neglect. and you know what? fuck this. ford would never forgive bill and fiddleford had every right to stay mad at stanford. ford needed to be stuck in the portal to get his head out of the ass and by that time there were only crumbs of someone who fiddleford once was

fiddauthor and billford both are about abuse and toxic relationships. it's up to you what you like to ship, but we need to acknowledge the fact that fiddauthor isn't some fluffy healthy thing where both are happy. fiddleford was never happy and stanford didn't care about fiddleford and his feelings. they made each other worse and ford ruined fidds' life. THIS is the real fiddauthor

[marcelskittels]

TADEJ POGAČAR ‹ Giro d'Italia 2024 - Stage 15 › 📸 by leon_van_bon & eloisemavian 🎥 by ettore.bordignon

I arrived pretty early at the final climb, giving me some time to explore the mountain. My expectations were high, but the initial part was somewhat dull, and the cloud cover wasn’t helping. However, I was in a great mood all day and had a feeling something exciting was about to happen. As I walked up to the start of the fences, 1200 meters from the finish, I still had no clear plan. Then Eloise (@eloisemavian) mentioned that some friends had told her ski jumpers were planning to jump over the riders. Naturally, I was intrigued.

We walked up to the 1km mark where the ski jumpers were practicing. I realized this could be something special. I spoke with the coordinator to understand the plan. At that point, Quintana was in the lead, meaning they would jump over him—not ideal, but still very cool. Following the race through an app, I saw Pogi attacking and quickly closing the gap. It would be amazing if he could pass through first!

I asked the coordinator how they planned to time the jump. He was unsure of the best approach. I calculated that in the time it took for the jumpers to come down, Pogi would cover 30 meters. I measured the distance and coordinated the timing with the jumpers. It was crucial to stick to the plan, and Pogi's speed was an educated guess. As excitement built, it became clear that Pogi would be first at this spot. The crowd, sensing the thrill of the moment, got involved as well.

Just as Pogi was approaching, a spectator walked onto the track where the skiers were set to come down. Oh no... would this ruin everything? Everyone started yelling at him to move. After a few tense seconds (which felt like forever), he finally understood and got out of the way. I was ready. I knew where the jumpers would fly and where Pogi would be. Everything was set.

You can see the result in the photo. I'm thrilled and ecstatic. It was an incredible feeling to pull this off despite the potential for so many things to go wrong. While more photographers were initially at this spot, most left because the banners weren't the best background. I'm so glad I stayed, and Eloise was there too—check out her picture as well. Only two race photographers were present, making it even more special. I'm still smiling. What a moment, one I'll never forget. One will probaly never happen again.

(via Léon van Bon instagram photo channel)

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🎨 woutvanart

[thisoneblackjacket]

🎬 NOW IT'S TIME FOR...

Eddie's notes hour!

I just wanted to take a closer look into all of the notes that we see on Eddie's desk within the hidden video + some input/speculation on them

...

1. Starting with the gift list:

I went into it a bit in a previous post, but I think(?) I now have the full list down (w/some help from others from that post) :

Julie - Chimney Cozy

Frank - Bug Catching Net (?)

Wally - Apple

Howdy - Calculator

Poppy - Doilies (still unsure about that one)

Barnaby - Bones (?)

Sally - Mirror

I will say that these gifts seem very fitting for everyone, but between the few questions marks next to some of the gifts, along with Eddie's doubts about Julie's and Frank's gift in the vid:

Sounds like Eddie HIMSELF is unsure if these gifts will work. It has the same vibes as trying to shop for someone that you sort of know the interests of, but not much else

Which sort of amplifies that he isn't the closest to any of the neighbors (seemingly he only gets to interact with them when they need something from him), so this might play more into the theme of Eddie being alienated from the rest of the neighborhood

...

2. Moving on to the grocery list:

Okay so I'm still struggling w/a few words, but I think it goes as follows:

Grocery (I think?)

Envelopes

Pencil

Construction Paper

Paper {Lined} (I think?)

Eggs

Milk

I don't have too much to say here, but it is a bit interesting that Eddie has to buy supplies for his own business from Howdy. I always figured that another reason why Howdy disliked Eddie was because he might have sold his own paper/stationary items at the post office, hence competition, but maybe not

...

3. It's TIC TAC TOE time!! ��⭕

Now I am not about to begin to try to count how many games he played through that you can see on the screen (you can't make me!)

BUT, given the scoreboard:

Eddie (his left, I'm guessing the ⭕s): 4...?

Eddie (his right, I'm guessing the ❌s): 14

That's at least 18 games by itself, can you imagine how many if you included the draws ?!

Poor Eddie...

But listen - I'll end this post with something that has been scratching at me - Tic Tac Toe as a potential symbol in the story

Now I don't know HOW significant Tic Tac Toe is to WH, but I think it is significant.

Does anyone remember this post back in October, during the Halloween update? The one where OP had put this one tic tac toe game over the map? (go check it out)

I really do think that's a solid lead towards something big, and it was actually one of the first things that popped in my head when thinking back to this.

But even if it turns out it isn't, Tic Tac Toe has been showing up from time to time via drawings/surroundings, which is already enough to at least consider it moving forward

So here, while it makes sense in context as to why Eddie is playing the game a bunch in the video (waiting around for someone to show up with nothing better to do), and all this can honestly be a stretch, but to have him specifically play THAT game, after its been shown to pop up that often...makes me suspicious for sure...

...

Either way, this has been...

Eddie's notes hour!

(seriously, I'm not good at making title names)

[drivingafterdark23]

[Sign Ups] [Prompt Submissions]

Hello, and welcome to Driving After Dark 3!

This is an 18+ Life Series event, focused on Explicit and Mature fanworks. It will feature smaller teams of 2-5, where you can either collaborate on a piece, work together to create pieces for each other, or just to make whatever you’d like!

Points will be given to teams as they finish pieces, and everyone on a team is encouraged to participate equally.

More information about how this event works is provided below, in the FAQ. We look forward to seeing you there!

Pregame Timeline

7/07/24 - Pregame Sign Ups Open

7/13/24 - Pregame Sign Ups Close

7/14/24 - Pregame Starts

7/27/24 - Pregame Ends

Event Timeline

6/30/24 - Sign Ups Open, Discord Unlocks

7/14/24 - Sign Ups Close, Discord Invites Close

7/21/24 - Matching Form Opens

7/27/24 - Matching Form Closes

7/29/24 - Teams Release, Event Starts

8/03/24 - Check-in #1 (Open for 24 hours)

8/10/24 - Check-in #2 (Open for 24 hours)

8/17/24 - Check-in #3 (Open for 24 hours)

8/24/24 - Event Ends

Rules:

You must be 18 or older to join.

Discord is required to participate.

You may never screenshot and share messages from the discord server without explicit permission from the parties involved.

No AI-generated content of any sort will be allowed.

No fandom discourse.

Follow "Don't like? Don't read." as well as "KINKTOMATO"/"YKINMKATOK".

For this event, we’ll be allowing work-in-progresses. However, once the event begins, you must spend at least the amount of time on it as you would on a colored or 500 word piece.

As this is a game, keep in mind good sportsmanship!

FAQ:

How does the Pregame work?

Everyone who signs up for the Pregame will be matched in a random team of either two or three. During the two weeks it runs, individual teams will be asked to create one overall creation. This can mean one collaboration on a piece, or a piece inspired by your other teammate(s).

You’ll be asked to provide your discord name and any requests to not match with participants if needed. Otherwise, the process will be randomized.

How does the matching process work for the Main Event?

In the Main Event, there will be a portion of the Team Matching Form to request teammates, or ask not to be matched with participants. Teams for the Main Event will be hand matched, so please include as many requests as you want (both to match, and to not match)! If two or more people request each other, you’re more likely to be on the same team, but we cannot make any promises.

What counts as a finished piece?

Anything that you consider complete. We just ask that your pieces are at least equivalent to the time you’d spend on a colored piece, or a 500 word piece of prose.

Do I need to check in?

Yes, every Saturday during the event (3 check-ins in total)! Mods will mention your team in a private thread to ask you how everything’s going. If you plan on missing a weekend for any reason, alert your team member(s) and a mod, so we can check in with you beforehand.

If you fail to complete a check in, you will be considered dropped from the event.

Can I drop out or swap teams?

Yes! You may drop out or swap teams any time before Check-in #3. You’ll need to tell a mod and your team member(s) beforehand, so that we can place you and/or your team member(s) somewhere else.

How do I award myself a point for completing a piece?

As you finish pieces, there will be a short Google form to submit them, located in #links-and-info.

For collaborations, each member of the collab will need to be marked as having finished a piece, so make sure that everyone involved fills out the form. For multi-chaptered fics, each chapter will need to be marked as a single piece, so fill out the form according to the number of chapters.

How are scores calculated?

Your score is calculated from the average pieces completed across everyone in the team, plus how close you are together! (Side note, this has nothing to do with your actual relationship with each other – see note on “Bond Meter”.)

The actual formula on the spreadsheet is “team minimum”/”team maximum”+”team average”*10, or =(MIN(range)/MAX(range))+AVERAGE(range)*10.

How will scores be communicated?

At the end of each week, we���ll be announcing the top teams in the Discord. If you’re curious about your score during the week, there will be a spreadsheet posted in #links-and-info.

What’s the Bond Meter?

The gimmick of this event is based around having a connection with your teammates. If you’re looking to win, you’re rewarded more by getting closer to matching your teammates in the number of pieces created. An even split would be 50/50, 33/33/33, or 25/25/25/25, etc. depending on the number of people in the team. This is also shown visually in the spreadsheet!

Who are the mods?

RedstoneBug/@redstoneglitch, @jibbingjibberish, Fire_Cat/@violet-fire-cat, @twelvevoid

[wormdevourer]

wrote some more of those yet more focused on themes ,, idk why I made them so sad :(

𝓗𝓢𝓡 𝓗𝓔𝓐𝓓𝓒𝓐𝓝𝓞𝓝𝓢

𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤: 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕕𝕖, 𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠, 𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕖, 𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕝

warnings: mentions of death

Blade was absolutely devastated after your unexpected passing. through all the suffering he’s been through in his life, this was by far the worst case. you were the main source of happiness in his life, and now you were gone, like the sun ducking behind the clouds.

the other stellaron hunters had also clearly noticed the changes in Blade’s attitude - he spent most of his time training to avenge you, or angrily sulking in his room. he barely ate or talked to the others. his Mara was also considerably worse, with it flaring up increasingly more often nowadays. he despised his life now - you’d done everything in your power to make him happy and to enjoy his life, even if by just a little bit, but now that was all thrown out.

on one particularly quiet night, Kafka came to Blade’s room to check on him.

“hey, Bladie,” she called, knocking on his door, “open the door, please.”

an irritated grumble was heard from behind the door, yet he made no move to open the door. Kafka simply took that as a sign to come in.

once inside, Kafka noticed just how messy the room was. training dummies were piled up in one corner, each one slashed to bits. the lights were off, the fan running high, and the end of Blade’s bedsheets were torn up by claw marks. underneath the messy blanket sat Blade, sulking and probably crying.

“Bladie?” Kafka asked, slowly stepping closer to his bed as she glanced around, looking concerned.

“…go…away.” Blade’s gruff voice sounded from under the blanket, followed by a sniffle, “…I don’t want…to talk.”

“Bladie, I’m only checking on you…you’ve seemed really down ever since Y/N-“

“don’t…mention them.” Blade snaps.

“alright, alright, I’m sorry…”

a moment of uncomfortable silence followed as Kafka stood there, examining the room around her.

“…you really loved (them), didn’t you?”

“shut up. Just…shut up.”

“if you don’t want to talk, I’ll leave you alone to grieve.”

“good. go.”

Kafka lets out a sigh and hesitantly leaves, shutting the door behind her…while Blade is left to grieve and suffer.

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Ratio was shocked when you suddenly passed. this wasn’t in his calculations at all. he found himself feeling oddly lonely…those comforting late-night study sessions turned into quiet, saddening nights on his own. he never thought he’d say it, but he missed you. he missed you so much.

Ratio’s students that he tutored have obviously noticed the man’s change in demeanor. he seemed…quieter, not as fiery or degrading as usual. he barely even insulted them anymore, it was shocking.

the man spent many days wondering if his work was really worth it. he’d considered trying gambling like Aventurine did, yet he didn’t quite give in yet. whenever he wasn’t losing himself in his studies, he just sulked in his bed. it was unlike him, and it made him feel pathetic.

one particularly solemn night, Ratio lay in bed, brushing away the tears that stung at his eyes. he missed laying in bed beside you, listening to you ramble about your inane interests…he missed your voice as you laughed quietly, nodding along with his occasional questions.

Ratio curled up in his bed, hugging his blanket close and wishing it was you. his tears soaked the pillow, his violet hair messy with sleep. he was a mess…and yet all he wanted was not to improve his mental state, but just to bring you back. he wasn’t usually one to easily express his emotions around others, but when he was alone, he could finally release all his built-up sadness and stress.

“…what’s wrong with me…?” he mumbled to himself, sighing against the blankets he clutched so tightly, “I shouldn’t be so…so vulnerable. this isn’t the Ratio I know.”

he sighed again, nuzzling his face against the blanket. memories of you ran through his mind like stabbing pains, each one more bittersweet than the last. he’d never loved anyone as much as he loved you, and he wasn’t sure if he ever would.

eventually, he fell asleep, his face buried in the tear-stained blanket you’d once laid under with him…his dreams were filled with you, the slight scent of you lingering in his room.

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Aventurine wasn’t emotionally prepared for your sudden death. he’d never really considered life as precious until yours ended. throughout his rampage on Penacony, he was always willing to toss his life into the gamble if it meant a better outcome…but in this reality, there was no such thing as a better outcome for you.

he managed to keep up his usual smug and confident demeanor, but when he was alone, he just completely crumbled. he’d thrown himself deeper into gambling, and he wasn’t going to stop until things got better. his coworkers at the IPC only had a slight hint of what happened, since the quality of his work had decreased.

in the middle of one of Aventurine’s breakdowns, Topaz knocked on the door to his office to ask him about an upcoming IPC mission.

“Aventurine? are you busy, or can I come in?” Topaz asked, feeling Numby rub against her shins.

there was a muffled sob from inside before Aventurine mumbled out a miserable “one moment.”

after about a minute, Topaz was welcomed inside by Aventurine, who seemed as confident as usual, save for the noticeable tear streaks on his cheeks.

“uh…you okay? you don’t look…as happy as usual.” Topaz asked, looking concerned. Numby squeaked up at Aventurine, earning a weak smile from him.

“y-yes, I’m alright…why wouldn’t I be?”

“because of Y/N’s death…? it’s perfectly normal to grieve, you know…”

Aventurine looked down solemnly at the mention of your name. “i…suppose so…”

Topaz tilted her head curiously. “are you not sad about that?”

Aventurine shook his head, mustering up a sheepish smile. “of course I’m sad. I’m…I’m just good at hiding it.”

“look, if you ever need to talk, you know that you have friends like me here at the IPC…”

“I…I know. I just…don’t know how to.”

Topaz sighs wistfully, watching as Numby rubs against Aventurine’s legs. the little warp trotter must know that he’s upset.

“I just…loved them so much.” Aventurine painfully admits, tears stinging at his eyes again, “and yet…they will never return to me. I’d rather lose a trillion bets than have to say goodbye to them forever…”

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Boothill was utterly broken by your death. it reminded him of his late daughter, having to say goodbye to someone he loved so dearly. why did this always happen to him? it broke his heart - it was like the universe was telling him to never get close to anyone.

he’d resorted to completing more and more dangerous tasks, throwing himself into harm’s way just to get his mind off of things. his bounty grew and grew as he became more criminally wanted, but he didn’t care. it was like he was numb to everything except thoughts of you. the most prominent thing in his mind was the thoughts of your happy face when he picked you up in his arms, telling you about his favorite missions he’d completed…laying in bed late at night, listening to you ramble on and on about something random that you liked as he held you close, his cold metal body soothed by the warmth of the blankets and you by his side.

of course, he didn’t have anyone to talk to about this kind of thing…the only person he was remotely close to was Dan Heng, and he was equally as shaken up by your death. the cowboy didn’t want to put any more of a load on Dan Heng’s shoulders by venting to him, so he kept all those thoughts in his mind. he knew it wasn’t healthy, but he felt that it was better to help his friend than himself.

Boothill kept his feelings bottled up for weeks, each day growing more grueling and unbearable then the last. he knew he couldn’t go on like this, so he finally arrived on the Astral Express to find Dan Heng.

“Dan Heng, you in there?” the cowboy asked, his voice gruff with the weight of his bottled up emotions. the door to the Express’ library slid open, showing Dan Heng in his messy room. his hair was ruffled from sleep, he was still in pajamas, and books littered the room around him. on top of that all, he looked exhausted - just as Boothill did.

“what do you need, Boothill?” Dan Heng asked, rubbing his eyes to somewhat relieve himself of his tired look.

“I, uh…wanted to talk to ya ‘bout Y/N…” the cowboy mumbled hesitantly, not wanting to upset Dan Heng any more.

Dan Heng nodded, allowing Boothill to come in. the brown-haired man sat on his sleeping bag while the cowboy leaned against the shelf of books, sighing.

“I…dunno what to do, brother,” Boothill began, his eyes covered by the brim of his hat, “I’m…lost.”

Dan Heng nodded in silent agreement. “I understand how you feel. I haven’t exactly been cheerful either.” he gestured around the room, motioning to its unorganized state.

“Yeah, I…fudge, I just want ‘em back, brother…I’m tired of missin’ them.” Boothill added, before his voice got slightly quieter, “I…wasn’t ready to say goodbye.”

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[oldworldwidgets]

DELILAH TIME DELILAH TIME

here she is. officially. my beloved fallout 4 oc delilah !!!! first piece done by @zetobii and the second by @leavingautumn13

i dont draw so all art of delilah comes from my dear friends who draw her for me/with their ocs and tell me i can post it OR from commissions. what i can do, however, is write <3 and make playlists and pinterest boards for visuals <3 so prepare urself <3

speaking of which, you can find her playlist here and her pinterest board here!! theyre chronological, so listening/scrolling in order should more or less tell her story too

ok so: her appearance, personality, stats, story, and some fun facts are here under the cut (its a lot fyi ok i just love her so much) pls enjoy

delilah lore (delilore?) be upon ye:

appearance:

24 years old, 5’10”

very fair skinned with bright green eyes and jet black hair

her hair is wavy and flows down to the middle of her back. she has one small braid behind her right ear

covered in freckles, from her nose to her knees. she has a tiny scar above her mouth from a past split lip and a slit in her opposite eyebrow from a past black eye

midriff is heavily discolored from past bruises - the pigmentation never fully went away - and marred with keloid scars from deep cuts from things she refuses to talk about. if her dress has a high enough slit, bruises can peek out near the very tops of her legs

large black kingsnake tattoo wrapping up a her left arm with its head near her shoulder and its tail near/on her hand

she can almost always be found in her wine-colored silk dress that reaches only about mid-thigh, nails manicured and lips painted to match. it has spaghetti straps and is loosely bodycon.

she wears stacks of gold rings (as many as possible, really) and dangly gold snake earrings

the only things she keeps on her person are the dagger and the gun strapped to her thighs under her dress. her gun was a gift from KL-E-0. it is a custom gold-plated, silenced 10mm. lilah named it "Mine"

stats:

if fo4 had a karma slider, lilah would land pretty firmly on evil. on a dnd alignment chart, think chaotic neutral or neutral evil

SPECIAL: 2, 8, 2, 10, 7, 4, 3

she's not strong nor has much endurance, but when you're as smart, perceptive, and charismatic as she is, you can charm people into carrying your stuff for you anyway.

her perks are party girl (alcohol/chem resistance), black widow (damage/persuasion against men), night person (higher int at night), and intimidation (pacify, instruct, and force opponents to attack). and deacon's cloak and dagger, of course.

personality:

cold, calculated, distant

cares about very, very few people (and even fewer things) but is fiercely loyal to those people. she's a railroad agent, but only because deacon cares about the cause and she begrudgingly cares about deacon

she and deacon clash. he refused to even vouch for her admission to the railroad. she gets along much better with glory, but she still gets assigned to run jobs with deacon because they keep each other in check and are deadly efficient as a pair (theyre also in love but they keep it a secret from everyone including each other)

she cares about very very few people but it fiercely loyal to those people. she is a railroad agent, but only because deacon cares about the cause and she "begrudgingly" cares about deacon (she cares literally so much do not let her fool u)

her moral compass is not magnetic. right and wrong is whatever she wants it to be. she takes no issue killing people if they wrong her. sexual harassment or subterfuge/targeted deception send marks to the top of her hit list.

her story:

her birth name is allie eden

she is not a sole survivor; she was born into the capital wasteland chapter of the brotherhood of steel. despite sentinel lyons' best efforts, delilah responded far better to scribe training than to combat training

she and arthur maxson were the only two kids in the citadel, and they became fast friends, even after the lyons pride crumbled and maxson was appointed elder.

he appointed her his sentinel, second in command, which she embraced until she saw how terribly the wasteland was faring under his leadership.

she promptly absconded and, because she had been so sheltered until that day, quickly lost herself to chems and alcohol.

months passed in, thanks to all the blackouts, what felt like hours. one night, allie woke up in a warm bed that she did not fall asleep in. a man named dante deangelo had pulled her body from a D.C. gutter and made sure she was safe.

in no time, they fell in love and decided to escape to the commonwealth. they found a small, basement apartment in goodneighbor and allie began tending bar at the third rail.

dante, slowly but surely, became more abusive. he left bruises and deep cuts on her body anywhere her third rail uniform would cover. she stayed, though, because she'd been raised by the brotherhood to believe that love was harsh and painful. to obey without question. to submit to authority.

eventually, she tired of that life and snapped, killing dante before he could leave any more marks on her. something... shifted. maybe it was allie eden who entered their apartment that morning, but it was delilah who left it that night.

KL-E-0, who was quite fond of allie and is far fonder of delilah, fitted her with pistol, Mine.

instead of hiding behind the bar like she had when she was with dante, she began to use it to her advantage. every dusty drifter with full pockets full of caps left her bar empty handed. but it wasnt enough.

she began targeting triggermen, who she knew were peddling chems for... someone in goodneighbor. the moment a man started flirting with her (which she hated), it was like a red dot sight appeared on their foreheads. she'd seduce them, take them back to her apartment, get her caps and chems and information, and the men would never be seen again.

morowski, goodneighbor kingpin, eventually approached her at work about his shrinking pool of chem peddlers. they struck a deal: he would slip her into his operation as his newest arm candy, and she would peddle his chems at her bar.

it worked flawlessly until morowski actually fell in love with her. go figure. unless, of course, that was lilah's plan all along...

while she's still participating in this farce with morowski, she meets drummer boy, who she ends up truly enjoying the company of even despite her general distaste for men. eventually, he convinces her to join the railroad with him

because morowski is in love with delilah, she has no issue squeezing information out of him when deacon asks her to: morowski is an institute informant. lilah quickly, uh, deals with that problem, and the next days, morowski is found dead in his office at the rexford. cause of death: self inflicted gunshot wound. what a tragedy.

because delilah was his "other half," his unofficial widow, she inherited morowski's whole chem operation

now, she happily spends her days directing the triggermen and tending her bar - for fun and for information, at this point, because she certainly doesnt need the caps. when she needs to run for the railroad or her beloved friends need her professional black widow skills, whitechapel charlie is "happy" to cover for her. as happy as he can manage, anyway.

fun facts:

she is terrified of storms, heights, and violent outbursts from people she trusts

her name comes from the bible story of sampson and delilah, where delilah is paid by the government to seduce sampson (a man of god) and tempt him to sin by telling her what gives him his inhuman strength. after three attempts, she is successful. sampson tells her that god gives him his strength through his hair. she then cuts his hair, which ultimately leads to his death. i mean what a bad bitch

she is still deeply unhappy even after she wraps goodneighbor around her finger because she still doesnt know who she is

she's skeptical of maxson's move to the commonwealth. she is very much on the run from him (and the bortherhood as a whole), and ham happily vets drifters for her to ensure theyre not undercover brotherhood before letting them into the bar.

she and maccready arent exactly "friends" but they harbor mutual respect for each other since they spend so much time together. mac had to call her off like a guard dog when winlock and barnes paid him a visit, so shes confident he would do the same if the brotherhood ever came knocking.

[dragonthunders01]

History Giants: Titanichthys clarki

Ti. clarki is among the largest known placoderms we have fossil record off, remains of their jaws, skull and shield bones are found scattered but some complete specimens offer a complete view of this peculiar and possible first large filter feeding vertebrate from the late devonian. AMNH 7315 or AMNH FF 7134 (IDK why the different ID from Engelman reference) represent one of the biggest known specimens recovered alongside the Moroccan Ti. termieri, having a head length of 75 cm and extended flat a breadth of 1.4 meters.

Engelman paper on Dunkleosteus body calculation used the measurements of this specimen alongside the smaller but quite complete CMNH 5768 implementing OOL giving on both specimens a body size of 3.7 and 4.15 meters respectively, making this one of the few placoderms that can rivalice in length to Dunkleosteus.

Reconstructing Titanichthys

If you are wondering about some details on this reconstruction looking this way, proportions, shape of the head and the strange "fang" on the front that lacks many recons is because I spend some time trying to check how to reconstruct properly this armored fish, which ended up with this skeletal reconstruction

This already comes from what I tried to do several months ago with the need to properly reconstruct this placoderm since the available figures and references seem not to expose several elements, even those that we do know exist which are not often highlighted in the paper skeletal reconstructions. in this case the base of everything is mostly from CMNH 50319, perhaps one of the most complete Titanichthys with material described online (scale bar 1 m)

I was not just comfy about doing this reconstruction based only in sketches, so instead on assuming proportions by digital sketches in a 2D way, I spend few weeks working my way into blender and modeling each pieces I did build a basic model from most of the bone that forms the whole skull and thoracic shield bones, the model for the moment is not available anywhere, and I don't think I could share it online for the moment.

Every minor thing that is not know is being filled with other of its relatives such as Bungartius and Tafilalichthys, both species the most close relatives on few cladistic trees. Unlike the filter feeder, these two are known to might have been hard prey eaters, they are relatively more complete and better preserved so they work out as a reference base being one of the most useful aspects the lacking elements of the jaw.

Probably is important to remark a lot of mounts that are used as references are pretty incomplete in the front, with also the lower jaw being backwards, the extreme of the jaws should be touching in V shape and the notch probably was filled with cartilage called a meckel's cartilage.

In general picking Bungartius as a sample the upper jaw possess the complete set of superognathal plates, the upper jaw bones that exist on all placoderms, in many species vary in size and shape, which even Titanichthys there is some evidence of a Posterior Supergnathal Plate along the complete specimen (PSG, see above), but not the Anterior (MG or ASG), inferring from the position of both supergnathal and the articulation of the cheek bone where the inferognathal fits, this hypothetically could mark how these bones configurated in the skull.

Eye with this, my reconstruction is speculative, based on how these bones articulates on other specimens, new evidence and more material could provide a more accurate conclusion.

Compared to Dunkleosteus is amazing that level of diversity these reached on the last days of the Devonian, both belonging to two totally different radiations of Arthrodira they grew to become the giants of their time, though currently with this body reconstruction Dunk remains very robust on body shape compared to the more compact shaped Titan.

BTW for those curious how it would look like with its jaw closed.

[toubledrouble]

In the honor of my uranium post, here are more things my chemistry teacher has said and done:

Explained that actually electro cars are stupidly unecological because they use lithium batteries - creating them ruins the environment and we have no clue how to get rid of them

Microplastics in our blood are his favourite topic

Artificially supplied hormones and how they get from our bodies through the sewer systems to water (we can't filter them) where they mess up fish and make them gay (then the fish die) and then apparently make people gay. Somehow. He didn't elaborate because he was too busy with calculating how many gay people should statistically be in our class (it was like 3.5 btw)

Keeps bringing up how he supports gay people because there isn't enough love in the world ("but you at the last desk please do whatever you're doing at home, this is a chemistry class")

Explained how his hearing and sight work - apparently, now he can't enjoy much music because his hearing makes them sound out of tune

Talked about their fave kdramas with my friend

So many 'fun' stories from his past jobs (like when one of his university students committed suicide by poisoning himself with something they were working with in the middle of his class. Out of unrequited love. It was a very dangerous solution or something and he died before they could help him)

Frequently reminds us that we shouldn't swing on our chairs because he has already seen a human brain on the floor and doesn't really want to repeat that experience (another work accident)

The last class before Christmas break, he came in in full Christmas themed clothing (an ugly sweater, a winter had with a white front that he turned into a snowman, reindeer shoes, you name it)

Calculated how many wind turbines would it take to replace Temelín

Proceeded to calculate that they would make a straight line from said Temelín to Belgium

When our medic group was at a competition, he came to walk with us and our teacher with a tote bag where he had bananas that he then handed out and made us eat them

Also gave us good marks for participating in the competition because safety is important in a lab

Complained that we as a country care too much about other ecological/economical problems when we have our own ("mně je tygřík usurijský srdečně u prdele")

Talked about how our economy went to shit with the nazis and them the communists. Again, in chemistry, for some reason

He follows our school meme page (I'm one of the creators so this made me happy) and he laughs at the memes, even the ones about him

Told me that moravians (for context: I'm moravian but now live in central bohemia) are the best people

Made fun ways to explain chemistry to us when someone didn't understand the original versions (instead of repeating how one atom replaces another and creates a different solution, he made an explanation using relationships so people could relate and understand better)

Genuenly seemed like he was going to cry when I gave him homemade fancy decorated gingerbread (because mom is amazing and decorating it)

Always checks what book am I reading and talks to me about it for a bit

Doesn't mind when I zone out in class and miss a question which is so nice

When he saw our 'time till we leave' countdown, he said we may be happy but he will be sad and will miss us

Said that men are a dead end branch of evolution (loosely translated from "slepá vývojová větev") and had facts to back that claim up

Told us how someone poisoned his coworker by switching ethanol, which he poured into his morning tea, for methanol

Gave us a literal sheet with numbers of classes and exams that we will have. Like "lesson 24: carbohydrates I" so that we could prepare ahead

Cancelled final exam because he didn't feel like teaching (and because it wouldn't fix anyone's grade anyway) but then decided to make it voluntary in case someone would actually want to take it

Played 'calming Japanese music' during a test

Kept the nickname "Gargamel" that students gave him because he seriously looks a lot like him

He keeps all the gifts from his past students in his chemistry classrom/lab (it's 2 in 1)

Always tells us not to sit on the floor because we will get sick and won't be able to have children (aka the most slavic thing ever said)

Always has a speech about trash and the existence of trashcans when he sees some trash on the floor

When someone is being too stupid even for his patience, he says "I get that you have one brain cell that is jumping around trying to find its friends so hard it gave itself a concussion, but-"

Assigned us numbers based on the alphabetical order of our last names and made us sign tests with it to keep it anonymous so he can just throw them out without having to worry about our names being leaked (yeah it's a whole thing) because getting rid of the papers otherwise takes too long

[shi-ni-shi-ni-koroshi]

Death the Kid's True Birthday, Has It Been Solved??

i've been wracking my brain to figure out Kid's bday for such a long time, and I think I found it. Will explain the theory below.

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Firstly, Atsushi Ohkubo said in response to a question many years ago, that Death the Kid is 13~15 in the series. The reason for no set date is because he is probably referring his age by the whole series. He is shown and canonically to be short in the beginning, and in the end of manga where he grew taller, so we know that they did all age throughout the whole story.

People in Japan speculated his birthday to be August 08, because the numbers are mirrored and is 8 (was there's another reason? Don't remember).... but... what if it was not that off the mark? What if his birthday WAS august, just not on that day? Now... let me tell you where I suspect his birthdate is... In the manga, there is chapter where Kid is in a library where he wants to check out a book. On one page, we see Kid's ID in the manga, but it is illegible and the words are not visible, but when we go to the anime, and watch the HD version, you can see things more clearly, but of course it's in Japanese. But the Japanese letters are not the focus. What the focus is, is the numbers. Look at the top middle, then the date issued at the near bottom.

The date this was issued was somewhere around the 2000's, so it can not be outside of that. Soul Eater manga was released on May 12, 2004, so it fits with everything so far.

The other part to focus on is this: 10089818

Those numbers look random, but they might not be.

If you take the last few digits, then go by Japanese date format, it's year, month, then day. Right? So.. 89/8/18 = 1989 August 18th, then if we use the age range that Mr. Ohkubo said to us, then calculate from the year the main manga series first released which is May 12th 2004 from 1989/08/18 from his assumed birthdate, the date between is 14 years and 268 days. And since Soul Eater not! manga storyline is about 1 year before the mains story, that's 1 year off, making it 13 years! And the numbers are still mirrored like 808 too!

So, if this assumed to be correct, his birthday was right under our noses all along! And everything I see so far, fits too perfectly to just be a coincidence. But if it is just a coincidence, then how tf did I do this?? Even if we don't get the exact date, I'm sticking to this for now. lol If anyone else wants to celebrate on this date with me too, go for it!

[arxxq]

PLEASE TAKE A BREAK...

I'm sorry for not posting as much as I did before but starting this year I realised I have alot of work. And I'll be having alot of exams and test this year. I also found out I'll have another exam on the end of July and was informed that I'll be having our qualifying exams on September.

So this headcanon is specially made to student who are troubling with exams and their studies.

Headcanons w/ Itoshi Sae, Isagi Yoichi (might make a part two..? We'll see)

warning, rusty writing!!, Spelling errors

Itoshi Sae:

Sae knows how much your grades can effect you

Because whenever you get a c as an overall mark

You'd start doubting your capabilities

He doesn't like this at all...no matter how much he says it you still continue it

He hates your grading standards

He hates how you always doubt yourself

And he hates how you never rest after an exam

You'd always study nonstop and your breaks are so limited

So one day when he came home from practice

He noticed the lights of the house were off

Sae walked inside the living room to see it dark. The only light available was your study room. Entering it, there he saw you..calculating and writing. The state you were in was terrible. Your eyes had dark circles over them and so many coffee cups were on the table. "Mi amor..?" He called. You flinched and looked away from your work. "Oh sae..you're back already?" He sighed. It seemed like you lost track of time. "It's already evening.." your eyes widened surprised "oh I see" you look back to the table but before you could continue your wrist was stopped. "You haven't taken a break..have you at least eaten?" He asked. "Not yet but I will once I finish-"

"No you won't...I've gotten used to this by now [name].." you looked away from him. "I'm but mad..I know you're scared of failing but sometime you need to take a break too.." he used his fingers to pull your face to look at him. "sometimes even successful people take breaks..like I do, so please just at least eat or sleep for today," sae begged. "Okay...just for today,"

sae knows how much your grades matter, just like him, keeping his title matters alot to him..but even he knows that people have limits..so sometimes it's not so bad to take a break after all..

Isagi Yoichi

Just like you Isagi is a hard worker when it comes to achieving goals

Especially since being the best striker matters to him

But he worries about your health

He knows your grades is something you worry about

He knows you study so hard

And whenever you get an 80 you'd always say a 90 is better!

He knows you have goals to fulfill as well

But he worries how you don't take a break

So when he came to check on you in your apartment

He found it weird that the lights were off

He went to the study room and what he found was shocking

Isagi knocked on your apartment door but what weirded him out was that no one came to open the door. He texted you but it never delivered. Due to worry Isagi opened the door and he was shocked to find it unlocked and was even more caught off guard when the house was dark. He entered the house to search for you and when he opened your bedroom he started to worry. He saw you asleep on the table with a pile of notes. Some were even on the ground. He shook you to wake you up and you did but was surprised when you saw your lover. "Ah yoichi...uh omg! The house I'm sorry I fell asleep while studying and-" "it's fine...but are you okay?" You laughed it off. "Yeah I'm fine.." you replied but based on the way you looked you were clearly not.

Isagi looked at you not convinced. "Okay maybe not but I have to study...tomorrow is the last day of exams and it's my worst subject of all! I can't afford to fail!" Isagi sighed. "You won't..I know so," "but what If I do?! My grades it's important," you say. "But so is your health..love let me ask you..when was the last time you ate?" You looked away ashamed. "When was the last time you slept...?" You didn't reply. "I know your grades matter but your health is important as well...so for today let's just rest okay?" Before you could protest he said something. "As much as you don't want to I promise you it'll be worth it okay... especially since I'm here :)"

so for the whole day, you and Isagi just talked..well you could say that. Isagi loves you and he knows your grades is your top priority but to him your health is much more important than your grades..he knows it's hard for you to rest because you have your goals but Isagi Yoichi knows that sometimes you need to rest..so you can do even better afyerwards

I didn't even know it posted...

Do not steal my works

-sincerely HASINAH

[blackjackkent]

"Reithwin House of Healing," Rakha reads slowly off the plaque. "Presiding Surgeon: Malus Thorm."

She cocks her head to the side and seems to brighten very slightly from the brooding tension that has marked her for the last few days. "The Fist at Last Light. He was here. The note in his pocket mentioned this place."

Wyll nods. "Perhaps there'll be some sort of clue here," he says. "To unlock what he knows about the curse." It's a hopeful statement - and also one deliberately calculated to encourage Rakha. He's seen how miserable she is with the broken magic in the shadowlands.

"And the surgeon shared Ketheric's name," Minthara adds. Her eyes glint with sudden bright intensity. "Perhaps there will also be clues as to his immortality here."

"To judge by the others who have shared his name in this village," Lae'zel says sardonically, "I doubt this Malus, if he still lives, will provide anything but a fit target for a blade."

-----

The House of Healing was clearly a grand place once. The walls are lined with battered tilework in white and blue of fine make, as is the floor. The walls are mostly of stone, and have not soaked with the curse to the same degree as some of the wooden buildings outside. So the pain of the corrupted magic is a little lesser in this corner of the village - but any comfort this might bring to Rakha is offset by the fact that the smell of blood is overpowering.

"Stay with me, Rakha," Wyll murmurs. He knows that look on her face by now, all too well - the way her eyes dilate and her breath quickens. "A quick looks around and we'll go."

She nods wordlessly. A muscle works in her jaw. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood.

Whatever healing this place once did, it does not do it anymore. So many people have died here. She can almost hear the screams.

-----

A woman wearing a complicated headdress and torn, bloodstained clothing stops them at the door.

"Here to see the doctor?" she chirps. Her voice is high and thin and vague, as if reading from a rote script. "Are we poorly?" She leans forward. "Are we *desperately* poorly?"

A pause. Then she clicks her tongue. Her head is cocked as if her eyes, if they were visible, would be drifting over Rakha's left shoulder. "Not so well. But well enough to wait. Join the line, and you will be seen."

Rakha blinks. Line? There is definitely no one here except quite a few skeletons. And this woman... she's definitely dead herself, like those walking corpses at the distillery. Her visible skin is blue and stiff, mottled with veins, bruising, and strange carved scars. She sways unsteadily as she waits for Rakha's answer.

But she does speak of the doctor. The surgeon from the sign outside, presumably. Malus Thorm. Like Thisobald and Gerringothe, then, he is indeed still alive (or at least still here) despite this place having been desolate for a century.

Minthara may be right. Perhaps he knows something useful. And this nurse can take her to him - if the nurse deems her to be doing suitably "poorly."

Conveniently, she has been doing poorly this entire time.

"I'm sick as a dog," she says gravely. "Dark compulsions addle my mind."

Out of the corner of her eye she sees Wyll shoot her a sharp look. His hand rests gently against her forearm, gives it a quick squeeze, and withdraws.

The nurse's head jerks to one side. Then she fiddles with the empty air, as if scribbling in a book that does not exist. "Hrm. Hrm..." she mumbles vaguely. "Let me check. Let me check..." She peers blankly at Rakha again. "What is the primary symptom?"

Rakha thinks for a moment. "Everything," she finally mutters. "I lose control of myself... and kill without command..." She remembers the cat on the Moonrise balcony, how its flesh gave under her fingertips before she had even realized she was moving...

The woman's cold breath catches and a dreamy smile touches her lips. "A unique disease..." she murmurs. "One which has never passed through this institution before. The Surgeon will be *most* interested in you." She steps back, opening the path for Rakha deeper into the building. "Down to the theater! Be swift! Be saved!"

[boba-at-323]

Happy Jungwon Day!

Note : I love you so much baby :(( May you have many many MANY more and may this year be one of the best years in your life. I hope happiness always find you. Have a wonderful day <3

“Wonnie, I miss you so much!” Jungwon could practically see your frown, even if the both of you were talking over the phone.

“Aww, I miss you too, love. But don’t worry! Our tour is ending in a few days. I’ll be there before you know it.” He smiled at how cute you were sometimes. 

“No~” you complained, “A few days is way too long. I need you here now~.” 

He only chuckled at how whiny you sounded. He really did miss you, but since he was on tour in Japan with his members, he had to wait a few days before he could go back to South Korea.

“Well…” his voice seemed nervous, “Is that the only reason you called me?” 

“Yeah,” You lied, suppressing a laugh, “Why else would I call you?”

“I don’t know… Maybe something important?” he bit his lip expectantly. There was something specific he wanted to hear from you. 

“Hmm…” you pretended to wonder, “Not something I can think of. Am I forgetting something, won?” 

“No…” His voice deflated, the poor boy… Maybe you did forget his special day.

“Guess I'll hang up now… It’s getting pretty late.” The boy’s voice on the other end was laced with a mix of both disappointment and sadness, as if someone had just told him he had failed all his exams. 

“Wait won!” Your heart leapt at the thought of him hanging up before you got to tell him why you had actually called. 

“Yes?” His eyes lit up, still expecting one answer from you. 

You quickly turn to check the wall clock hanging above you. Both its hands had combined into one, marking the arrival of a new day. 

“Happy birthday to you~” you started to sing. 

Jungwon couldn’t hold his smile back, you actually did remember. 

“Happy birthday to you,  Happy birthday dear wonnie, Happy birthday to you~” 

“You remembered…” You could hear the happiness in his voice, the thought of his cute dimples showing themselves made you beam. 

“Of course I remembered. Did you really think I’d call you in the middle of the night for no reason? Just to disturb your well-deserved sleep?”

His laugh made your heart swell up, “One, I wasn’t sleeping. Two, yes you could have anyday.” 

And sassy Jungwon was back. Oh, How you loved every colour of his.

“Okay ouch,” You laughed at how he could be sometimes, but you knew it was true, “But really, I could never forget such a special day. But I am so relieved you guys were in Japan, otherwise I would’ve spent hours on the verge of a breakdown, trying to calculate the time difference. And I’m pretty sure I would’ve messed up, you know how I am with maths.”

“Ay, that’s okay. It would be awful to wake up at 4am for no reason, but that would still mean alot. Thank you y/n… I love you so much” 

“Well that isn’t something I hear much from you.” The last 5 words stained your cheeks pink, you were pretty sure if Jungwon had been there, he would’ve made fun of you [while trying to cover up his own red ears]. 

“Yeah r-” He was interrupted by loud screams and claps, which were, of course, from none other than his members [attempting to] surprise their leader for his special day.  

“Happy birthday to the best leader.” You heard Heeseung’s voice over the phone. 

You giggled before speaking, “Guess it’s my turn to hang up now, love you won. Enjoy your day!” 

“See you soon, y/n.” he nearly screamed so that his voice could reach you over the tantrum his loving and caring members were throwing in the dead of the night. 

Title : Happy Jungwon Day! || Word count: 618 || Genre: Fluff, Fluff and more Fluff!! [maybe a tiiiiiiiiiny bit of angst] || Pairing: Idol bf! Jungwon x Reader

[moosemonstrous]

Ghost Rider Pacific Rim AU - acceptable losses

Tony hates the countdown display. It doesn’t make him feel any better that it was, technically, his idea to put it up in the first place.

You can see the clock from anywhere in the dome, and the support side has its own copy. It’s inescapable, the orange glow illuminating his every anxious thought, the soundless downtick keeping him awake at nights even in his apartment in the city.

He’s redone the calculations again. His math checks out. It always checks out, because you can use numbers to lie to others but not to yourself. His predictions have been broadly correct five out of six times over the last three years. Every time, he hopes to be wrong, and knows that he isn’t – the water temperature in the immediate one thousand feet around the Breach rose by point-oh-three degrees overnight, T minus seventy two hours. The submarine drones haven’t reported any lesser beasts coming through since Thursday.

The next demon is coming. And they’re two jaegers short.

“Crimson Typhoon won’t be ready in time,” Ivanov drums his fingers on the metal surface of his desk. He’s not prone to nervous ticks. Half the time, Tony can only spot his tells because he spent his twenties at a poker table. “We need to make a decision.”

Of course, he doesn’t want to be the one to explicitly make it. He’s been avoiding the subject altogether for weeks now. On one hand, Tony kind of feels bad for him, because he vaguely remembers the funerals after The Charger’s last run and nobody was having a good time with it. On the other, it’s not Ivanov who’s name will be on the outcome report if they— God damn it.

“We’re going to get that kid killed,” he sighs.

“We are at war. And your protégé seems confident.”

“Uh, yeah, call me when he ever doesn’t, I’ll mark the date.” He’s still so smug about that damn Kwoon sim, too. Explain that, he said, and Tony never wished so much he’d spent any proper time on neurology in his life. Vicky threw in the towel at this point – Reyes is too speculative for her. There’s a reason medical doesn’t come under R&D. “No point delaying the inevitable, huh?”

“We can delay all we like,” Ivanov grunts. At least he doesn’t look like he likes it any more than Tony does, even if he suspects it’s for very different reasons. “But if we don’t use The Charger and the next demon goes through the port like Bladecrest did through Los Angeles, we are all out of a job.”

Trust the soldier to make it about the bottom line. “Great. I’ll pick up the black box reports from the archive on my way down.”

Ivanov raises an eyebrow. “What makes you think I changed my mind on this?”

“Are you kidding me?” Tony rounds on his desk, slamming a palm down. “You have to declassify them. I can’t sign off on a trial drift if we don’t know—”

Ivanov cuts him off, looking at Tony’s hand like he’s fantasising about cutting it off, too. “I will tell you what you need to know,” he says in the same tone of voice he uses to explain the week’s biosamples have been held back in customs again. It’s bullshit, but not in any way Tony can argue against. “Hell Charger malfunctioned from corruption damage. She killed both of her pilots,” God, Tony hates when he uses people pronouns for that thing, “and almost everyone in the hangar that night. I have been trying to get her taken apart for scrap from the second I made rank. I was always told the expense is prohibitive, there must be something else to make her work.” He stands to lean over the desk. Tony takes an involuntary step back. “She killed six potential pilots over the years, but I’m sure you and Cho know what you’re doing.”

There are many things Tony wishes he could take back. Most of the last fifteen years, if he’s feeling dramatic. None quite so fervently as the moment he thought he can get back at the Colonel for blatantly breaking the same rules he uses to red-tape Cho’s research.

“Ivanov, come on,” he pleads. “You can’t expect me to fly blind on this."

The Colonel’s smile doesn’t reach his eyes. “Maybe a tragedy is what we need to end this vibranium deadlock.”

*

Amadeus isn’t used to having second thoughts. He takes in the available information, draws the potential conclusions and picks the most reasonable course of action – there are no unpredictable outcomes, only missing data.

He really, really thought he’d have The Charger’s run reports before doing this, though.

“He can always say no,” Jen said when she put together the paperwork. “The risks are clearly outlined in section fifteen. All we can do is make sure he reads it.”

Reyes is definitely reading it. Amadeus has been sitting on his hands for an hour while Ivanov, Jen and one of the tech reps go over the thick stack of liability documents. He’s not allowed in the room as to avoid influencing the final decision – like out of everyone, it’s him who can convince Reyes of anything.

Mostly, he can chalk up his anxiety to excitement – finally, things are moving along. Finally, he’ll get to test his long-standing theory about Hell Charger and prove that Banner was right all along. Finally, they can start working on Tony’s abandoned personal armour project instead of drowning billions upon billions of dollars in unsustainable, power-intensive, unwieldy jaegers that are as likely to cause destruction as to prevent it.

Section sixteen outlines provisions for dependants in case of the test subject’s demise. Until this morning, Amadeus didn’t think much of it. Now it’s inextricably linked to the face of a little kid in a wheelchair who laughed at the model demon liver he keeps in his office. He’s maybe starting to see why Tony hasn’t been as thrilled as he’d expected him to be.

“This better goes exactly as you think it will,” Tony said. Amadeus can’t get his expression out of his mind; like this was his worst nightmare coming to a head, rather than the long-awaited breakthrough they’ve been working towards.

The countdown display ticks down from forty four to forty three hours. Even if everything goes exactly right, even if Reyes’s ghost drift with the jaeger is everything Amadeus hopes it to be, it’s still a crapshoot whether they’ll be able to use it in a fight. Simulators are one thing; they don’t have the firepower to keep someone on rookie-watch on his first run. Coyote Tango already agreed to take point, with Eden Assassin and Romeo Blue on support. Other Shatterdomes have been steadily reporting their own preparations – there’s no reason to assume anything will go wrong, but there was no indication the demon would target L.A. rather than Lima, either. Each base isn’t so keen on sending their jaegers to a single location when it’s no longer a given they can reliably predict the target. Best to wait and hope.

“Relax, kid,” Tony hands him a can of soda. “It’s out of your hands now.”

Amadeus inspects the can. It’s orange, because Tony Stark is a deeply deranged individual. He drinks it anyway – he desperately needs the sugar after the night of checking and re-checking everything.

“I could still call it in.”

“Ha.” There is no humour in Tony’s voice. “Director-general signed off on the motion. It’s too late to call anything but go.”

“He could say no.”

The cameras in the meeting room are angled just awkwardly enough to show the way Reyes digs his nails into the skin around his wristband. He’s got a good poker face, but it’s painfully obvious how nervous he is. He seemed genuinely surprised when Amadeus told him they’re ready to trial him on The Charger. He couldn’t not have seen it coming... Right?

Brooks, up until that point silent and still as a statue in the corner of the obs room, makes a ‘meh’ gesture. “He acts all reluctant, but he’s been putting the time in. Besides, if he says no and the base falls, he’s as dead as the rest of us.”

It’s exactly the kind of logic Amadeus has been employing all along. It doesn’t carry the same convincing power, coming from someone else. On the camera feed, the rep reacts with displeasure at something Ivanov has said, but Reyes starts nodding and reaching for a pen.

It’s happening. Amadeus holds his breath as Reyes flips the pages of the liability agreement and signs in the indicates fields.

Tony makes a strangled noise. “I’ll get the techs to start prepping the Conn-Pod. Amadeus?”

He can’t look away from the screen. “Yeah?”

“For your sake, I hope this is worth it.”

[visiblenostalgia]

The Future Of The Internet: Data Sets

(and dominant sign+planet calculations)

as fated by my last post, I’ve since ran the numbers and figured out what planets/signs to look for in regards to the future of the digital space.

FYI:

-> All shortened key points will be shown in the graphs alternative description.

The Process:

(personally, not professionally) calculated planets all have been started with a base value of '1.5' to give leverage so there wouldn't be any wonky zero's and non-values for extra measure. These will be dependent variables based on if there was a case of exaltation or dominance which adds a point, and if they were in fall or detriment to dock them a point. That way, the minimal value that can be traced was a '0.5' at the lowest. The highest (because of adding another point based on how many times a sign got ticked, therefore the ruling planet gets emphasis), can result in a '5.5'.

However, what can be said for the signs, is that all have a base value of '1'. signs have been added points based on how many planets have touched it and which degree they were applicable too (therefore giving them an extra point based on degree theory). These would be our independent variables. Because of the fact it's all based on how many times this sign was marked in the ephemeris at the time of data collection.

Without further ado..... more after the cut

The Content:

Date 1: The Internet

April 30th 1993

In terms of planets:

Because of how new it was back then and due to the fact that it was an open ticket to letting the creativity of the people manifest quickly, small businesses and people alike would begin to put their external or internal personality out there. Hence the Sun and Moon being the two most dominant objects within the chart.

It makes sense because of the rapid non-retrograde cycles for the two Luminaries to rule over the internet. Those change day by day and seeing at how we do things around here in the digital space, you can see where things change without a second thought.

One day it's the Kendrick n' Drake drama. Hitting you in the feels and getting you hyped up for the next drop. The next day it would have been.... god knows what else.

For it to cast lunar dominance also makes sense because of the strong pull to cast out emotionally-pulling articles/topics. Protests have been emotional, songs and influencers have this emotional spin on them, there's nothing stopping someone from expressing their issues on the internet. Hence why there's a bigger influence of people who have had it rough IRL on there. People flock to a place where they can be real.

Sadly though, since empathy also occurs within people, sometimes there's a propensity to worry about someone you don't know about irl. Be wise you never know if it's emotional bait either.

That can align well with lunar dominance as an Achilles heel for it. Manipulation and baiting.

Solar dominance would also and more likely be aligned with influencers. Check out any youtube's chart and look to their sun for a basic run-down on how their internet influence looks. Heck, if you're thinking about your hypothetical brand, what's your sun sign? Look for that!

The achilles heel for the solar dominance? Power. More preferably: Absolute power. You'll see THAT with some political figures or influencers. Dogma. Lots of ego. Not knowing when to slow down.

In terms of zodiacal sign:

Leo, Sagittarius and Capricorn take top spot.

The Leo energy can apply to the solar dominance stuff as stated above. But it's also inclined to rule over beauty standards and lots of glitz and glam. Enhancing the need to be 'popular' online.

Sagittarius would make sense due to the nature of the internet being what I like to call "man's greatest philosophical experiment". Not to mention the fact that libraries do give sagittarius energy as a whole. Internet Archive being a perfect case.

Capricorn as the final taker would have to stand a good case for being a business oriented place. Meant to be a second-hand referral place to a business. Paper-free business cards anyone?

The Possibilities and Vibes (Good):

For Lunar dominance = I don't know why but, being at your relative's/friend's house during Christmas, working on a website at their place while drinking a hot cocoa in the evening with that soft vintage glow of the ceiling fan. It's a second home for your internal self. Your *Alter* ego.

Solar = Pinterest. Lots and lots and lots of 'art hoe' vibes. Yellow colors and sunflowers. The sunflower caseify case for an iPhone. Sunflower stickers for your Macintosh/PC/Laptop (whatever you use).

Leo = wholesome beauty influencers. And I MEAAN wholesome. They bring everyone up legitimately instead of bringing someone down using subversive tactics to make someone think they look ugly. It's the kind to be all about 'good vibes' and even adding in sentences like 'if_____ isn't for you, that's okay! here's some alternatives.' and they go off.

AND LASTLY for our great giant ruling signs, lots of friendship energy. Getting together to have fun. Christmas break energy once again. The internet is a refuge. A vacation from real life whilst also being a place to work and get stuff done. Made for higher learning and business.

In fact on that last point I made. If the little ones weren't on it, I'm pretty sure the respect people have for one another like they did back in the 90s would still exist. (part of the Post-Break energy I see)

The Possibilities and Vibes (Concerning):

Lunar = Propensity to the manipulation and baiting people go looking for or creating online. Mental illnesses. Too much awareness that leaves people thinking too much, therefore poor mental health.

Solar/Leo = Popularity/Clout, unchecked ego

Sagittarius/Capricorn = Ghosting energy. Unchecked power. Hard serves of karma. Hacking. Communicative issues (Sag opposes Gemini (debilitated mercury))

Date 2: Geocities + Yahoo

January 28th 1999

In terms of planets:

The moon seems to still have a hold when the geocities website was acquired by yahoo. So, same good and bad from the above statements on the internet itself.

Jupiter dominance seems to show more of a propensity to expand ones horizons mentally. It sort of aligns well with the past energies of Sagittarius (due to the ruling planet BEING Jupiter). So, because of that, websites and internet hubs that were formally in the grid of being on their own network, hence "geocities", then the acquirement via Yahoo is quite literally a Jupiterian move. Choosing to merge and expand horizons for online dwellers.

In terms of zodiac signs:

Aquarius takes the top spot. Very much adding onto the effect of how humanity can turn their own piece of the internet into a hub for their own niche group. Must this point be the start of forums? Most likely.

Taurus sets itself up to be the next dominant sign right after Aquarius. Which, for Yahoo at the time, this was a big financial win for them. A good move to boost revenue while the people gained a positive aspect to be seen by more people online. Increasing availability and access to the people.

The Possibilities and Vibes (Good):

Because we look back on that now with nostalgia, it brought up the influence of Fruitger Aero. Or at least was the catalyst of it back then. Aquarius' ruling color IS an ice blue while Taurus has the earthy green tones that add to the welcoming energy of this proto-2.0 internet.

Gen Z and Xennials happy place. Lowkey was more fun back then cause of it, right?

The Possibilities and Vibes (Concerning):

Aquarius does have some bits of edgy humor. Many sites that were dedicated to some people's internal lives were sorta... gothic and sometimes even a little uncanny to be fair. But that was the allure of the internet since we had respect for people's aesthetic decisions. Everyone's ma'am's and grams wanted in on it. And you ended up going in too cause you were curious.

It was sort of like how the boomers said 'the kids played in the 100 degree weather with a metal slide. but they grew up and did okay' kind of energy.

For older Gen Z's (20 & over btw (basically myself as well)) it might go a little something like this; 'we went on supposedly haunted websites, played grand theft auto on the '360 and played slenderman games as well as found adult party websites cause we thought we were cool for doing so. it was funny and sometimes still is today, but we grew up alright. Right? Some of us have gone off to college...." you can include the rest here. Go nuts as you wish.

Date 3: Neocities

June 28th 2013

In terms of planets:

Lunar dominance still has some sway. Same for Jupiter in close third. Take what's been said above about the conjoining and accessibility of Geocities and Yahoo as reference.

The biggest dog by far here has got to be Neptune. Because of the fact that at the time of this website coding hub's creation also coincided with the first ten degrees of the Neptune in Pisces transit, there's a lot of illusive and mysteriousness to the vibes of the Neo-y2k internet. Alt/indie-sites were much on the chagrin of the looks of proto-2.0, but have also been inclined to be inclusive and welcoming to all those that wish to be here. Increased sensitivity and overbearing energy. A 'don't hurt them they're small' energy.

In terms of signs:

Cancer and Pisces dominance.

Notice how this place doesn't subject you to push for anything other than a hub to kick back and relax in. Scour through the psyche of many people and learn what they're into. Not to mention this also acts as a place where people can ignite their 'alter-ego's once again.

There's no need to be a business here. This is all for hobbies and nigh else. Sometimes it can also work as a family blog. And that makes sense. It brings people together to show what kind of coding they can pull off.

The Possibilities and Vibes (Good):

Lunar/Jupiter/Cancer= A second place to call home returns. The Alter Ego can return. Respect comes back full front and center. The vibes of being around the Christmas tree or with the universal/generational/found family come back.

Neptune/Pisces = you can create... whatever your heart desires. Because the internet has expanded so rapidly over the years after the merger between yahoo and the former geocities, there's so many textures and designs out there for people to use and conceptualize. Truly a place to get creative without scrutiny.

The Possibilities and Vibes (Concerning):

Cancer/Pisces/Moon/Neptune= Due to the way that the world works now, it's tough to get into. It's not like Wix and with people tending to now procrastinate (because of the technology addictions we've been getting ourselves into), it's rather small and niche. Nothing is ever handed to you on a plate, and it shows in some of the sites that people take forever to master/decorate it due to how much their own personal life outside of their tech takes up.

Jupiter = ..... I will say this much about it.... I find no negativity here with this planet when it concerns the iffy vibes I get with Neocities. It's just the struggle of finding your feet here.

For the future of the internet:

Points to check:

Anything aspecting Neptune or wherever Neptune transits to. Online culture and pop culture follows

Jupiter for how information and higher thought processes are taken into account

The Moon for the drama and what/how people will be beefing about in the online space

My predictions (shortened):

BREAK (which seems more likely with all the rage being sent everywhere online and especially within comment sections in certain places):

Smaller sized networks. More individualistic networks. Like Neocities, Tumblr and Discord will gradually be flocked to.

Great decrease in social media by some generations. (If parents don't watch their time on social media, the kids won't either. be a good model is all I can say)

Greater emphasis on learning how to use the tools we're given (at least with the upcoming Jupiter in Gemini transit)

If there are kids online (17 and under, yes I'm calling that out), they're gonna be talked to about the dangers in being online. Communication on the digital space. Confidentiality being the big main issue. Figuring out what's real and what isn't. Separating yourself FROM the addiction before the brain fully develops.

If political content reigns somewhere, may it be 4chan forever and always. Reddit seems like an easy blame, but 4chan is most definitely the place for political slander and content.

Big names like X, Meta, Wix and Youtube for example are gonna be the center network. People will still do their content through there, but it's greater emphasis on business suggests children shouldn't be roaming there in the first place.

Your best case of kids on the internet would be on Edmodo. If you don't know what that is, look it up. I used to use it back in the day during my days in elementary school because they were experimenting with that sorta thing.

As always, take what resonates and I hope y'all's weekends go well.

Thank you for your time in reading the statistics and the ratings. I hope I made my mark well!

See you on the flip side!

~visiblenostalgia

[windvexer]

Hi, do you have a post on calculating the planetary hours of the day or a specific tag for planet magic like that? I found charts online but for some reason I just keep getting really confused on figuring out what hour corresponds to what with time zones, I'm not sure how that affects it? I know I've seen you post about it but tumblr search is useless. Thank you!

Hi, I do not have a post about the calculations, but perhaps my explanation will suffice where the same explanation has elsewhere not suffoced 😅

First things first, no need to use charts! There are many online calculators. Try this one!

Any modern calculator will calculate the time zones for you.

In the linked calculator, only enter in your current city. The math is done on your behalf.

I tried to do an explanation of calculating this but my nerve pain is just brutal today.

So I stole it from PlentifulEarth.com instead:

Determine Sunrise and Sunset: Check local times for these events using reliable sources or apps. Calculate Day and Night Duration: Calculate how many minutes are between sunrise and sunset for day time. Calculate how many minutes are between sunset and sunrise for night time. Divide Each by Twelve: Each period (day or night) is divided into 12 equal hours, but remember, these aren’t the standard 60-minute hours we’re used to! You should have two separate hour lengths, one for the length of day time’s hours and one for the length of night time’s hours. Convert Minutes Back to Hours: Starting at sunrise, take the number of minutes from step 3 and add them to find out the next “hour” mark. Repeat until you get to sunset. Do this again for the night time period. Assign Planetary Rulers: Based on the day, the first hour will be ruled by the planet governing that day. Then, label each following hour as the planet that comes next in the Chaldean sequence.

Just remember, if doing by hand, start the operation by finding your current sunrise and sunset times.

Be careful when Googling, because Google will by default show you today's sunset and tomorrow's sunrise; but what you really need is both for the same day. (Ultimately this will at most change your calculations by a minute and isn't vital, but good to be mindful of).

When doing this calculation yourself, there should never be a time where you are calculating your own time zone in relation to another time zone.

There are 12 planetary hours during daylight. But, these "hours" are not 60 minutes long. The 12 units of time stretch out for long days (summer), and get squished for short days (winter).

All you are doing is finding how many hours of daylight are happening for your location that day, and dividing by 12.

The first planetary hour matches the day (Sun Sunday, Moon Monday, Mars Tuesday, Mercury Wednesday, Jupiter Thursday, Venus Friday, Saturn Saturday) and they cycle through the day.

There are also 12 planetary "hours" during nighttime, which are stretched (winter) and squished (summer) so that all 12 fit into the darkness.

Anyway, hope this helps! I'd recommend just using a calculator, not charts :)