#combination process

[gagande]

PureCode AI review | Combining Arrays

The spread operator serves as a handy tool for joining and cloning arrays. It simplifies the process of merging multiple arrays in JavaScript, making the array combination process a breeze.

[flwrkid14]

Had the silliest idea while making breakfast.. what if Damian’s Favorite Brother is Tim, but for the Dumbest Reason...pancakes

My idea is that Tim is Damian’s favorite brother, but not for the reasons one might expect. It’s not because of Tim’s skill, his smarts, or his ability to stay three steps ahead in every fight. Nope. Damian’s real reason for favoring Tim over Dick, Jason, or even Bruce is much simpler.

It’s because Tim makes the best pancakes. Like, legendary pancakes.

Not even kidding.

One morning, Tim casually whips up a batch of pancakes in the kitchen—y’know, because Alfred’s off running errands and the rest of the family doesn’t know the first thing about breakfast beyond opening a box of cereal, and Tim's been feeding himself since he was six. So Tim steps up to the stove, and bam—fluffy, golden stacks of heaven.

Damian, who never really cared for breakfast, takes one bite of Tim’s pancakes and is sold. From that moment on, he’s obsessed.

“Drake, you will make me those pancakes again tomorrow."

And Tim just blinks, completely confused, but shrugs it off like, “Uh, sure?”

The next morning, Damian’s right there in the kitchen, bright and early, waiting for his daily dose of pancake perfection. By the third day, he’s even dragging a chair next to Tim, watching like a hawk as Tim cooks, making sure he’s using the right ingredients.

Meanwhile, the rest of the Batfamily is just like, “Really? This is the thing that bonds them?”

Tim, being Tim, just rolls with it. He doesn’t ask questions. If Damian wants pancakes, Damian gets pancakes. He’s just trying to survive his new role as “Pancake Master.”

But Damian? Oh, he’s serious about this.

Damian tells anyone who will listen that Tim is the only one who knows how to make breakfast properly. He’ll give the other brothers side-eye anytime they dare to suggest they could cook for him. Even Alfred raises an eyebrow, but Damian’s already set: Tim’s pancakes or nothing.

What’s even funnier is that when Damian gets pissed off at anyone, he refuses to eat their cooking. But Tim? Untouchable. The one person who can screw up as many times as he wants and still be in Damian’s good graces—because those pancakes? Irreplaceable.

So, while the Batfamily argues over strategy, patrols, or who gets to drive the Batmobile, Damian's priorities are clear:

"You’re all amateurs. Drake’s the only one who makes pancakes worthy of the Wayne name.”

And now, Tim’s been promoted to Damian’s favorite brother for the silliest reason imaginable. But hey, if the key to Damian’s heart is pancakes, Tim’s got that title locked down.

[screwpinecaprice]

infinite kisses! [reuloaded]

I learned that Fire Alpaca has an animation option, so I could actually see it moving while editing instead of just guessing in Medibang. So have had it adjusted to make it less snappy as originally intended.

[kaasiand]

breaking bob

[dragonwysper]

Today my therapist told me she thinks I have ASPD, just in a really atypical way. Like I am super hyper aware of both myself and what I'm feeling, and other people and what they're feeling, and I react accordingly. So like I have cognitive empathy and I'm also good at catching and analyzing impulsive thoughts/behaviour in myself. Which makes it so I don't externally present typical ASPD symptoms. But I still have like the lack of respect for rules/authority, and absence of emotional empathy, and inability to connect with people, and like a general malaise for people as a whole, and alllll the other bits that are characteristic for ASPD. So like ???

Idk. I've known Something beyond just autism and generic trauma responses was going on for a long time now, and I've been suspecting a cluster B of some kind for about a year. It's just. Relieving? To finally have someone be like "yeah you probably have ASPD". Because like now I have a name for all these symptoms and experiences I feel, that makes sense and legitimizes all of it.

[toomuchdivergentformyneuro]

some things i didn’t realize were my ADHD until fairly recently:

(i’m probably combined type btw)

constantly starting new projects and wanting to do loads of things all at once, and then having loads of unfinished ones all over the place because i get tired of them before i can finish them and have another idea that i want to pursue

binge-reading books or whole book series within a few hours/days and not being able to think or do anything else other than that

being suddenly possessed with the urge to clean my entire room every once a month to a few months and not being able to do anything else other than that in that time when i have that urge, and getting incredibly angry and/or anxious when interrupted

being absolutely depressed, anxious, and having SI and/or SH urges/thoughts just because i’m bored, and nothing being able to solve that boredom no matter what i try to do

feeling rejected/unloved/unwanted in a ton of situations because of the way someone worded something

not being able to follow conversations because i keep getting distracted by my trains of thought, and because i can barely understand the person i’m talking to since i can’t hear what they’re saying

forgetting something i was thinking about/told/etc. as soon as i step into a new room/environment

forgetting literally everything, and learning to make lists, checking everything so many times, and thinking again and again about something to make sure that doesn’t happen

always fidgeting in some way, even when not anxious, and needing some sort of stimuli on in the background

my brain racing 90% of the time (the other 10% is when i’m extremely exhausted and my brain is shutting off/has shut off), even when i’m not anxious, and sometimes getting overwhelmed by that

forgetting something from a few seconds ago, and constantly needing to retrace my steps, whether physically or mentally

becoming really attached to someone new incredibly fast, and then feeling nothing (or not as much at least) for them once i’m adjusted to them

and many more things. i might do a part 2 another time, and just keep adding from there. but it’s incredibly astonishing to me that i only recently figured out these things and found answers for it all.

[commandertartarsmoocher]

The Watchtower

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Autism awareness month is over but that does NOT mean we stop spreading awareness and acceptance!

Language:

• Late Talker/Early Talker

• Good vocab, with difficulty saying wants/needs

• Delay/decreased use of gestures, pointing

• Echolalia .and scripting after age 2.5

• Uses words or phrases repeatedly/often

• High pitch, melodic, sing-song voice

• Uses another's hand/body as a tool to get help/gain access

Interests & Routines:

• Prefers sameness and routine, may struggle with changes and become anxious and dysregulated

• Has strong, focused interests, may be early interest in letters/reading

• Focuses on details and likes things to be "just right" (labeled OCD)

• Repeats play activities or scenes (dumping/crashing, creative play)

• Carries comfort items around

• Creates walking routines/patterns

Social:

• Eye contact: intense, avoidant, or inconsistent

• Inconsistent response to name

• May be "overly" friendly/ lack stranger danger

• May prefer to play alone or parallel play longer than others

• May be better at responding to others than initiating social contact

• Differences in joint attention

• May need to direct/control play

Sensory Processing:

• Selective (picky) eating habits

• Covers ears to loud sounds/ puts sounds up to ears, listens to sounds/songs on repeat

• Watches items up close to study spinning or how they work, may look at eye level or side of eyes

• Enjoys tight hugs, avoids hugs

• Seeks movement: jumping, pacing, rocking back and forth, crashing

• Sensitivity to grooming, washing,

Sensory Processing:

• Selective (picky) eating habits

• Covers ears to loud sounds/ puts sounds up to ears, listens to sounds/songs on repeat

• Watches items up close to study spinning or how they work, may look at eye level or side of eyes

• Enjoys tight hugs, avoids hugs

• Seeks movement: jumping, pacing, rocking back and forth, crashing

• Sensitivity to grooming, washing,

Mrs Speechie P

[stellarish]

That's the taste of the delicacy called love.

[thebluestbluewords]

Dis-like-Dysentery

I have a lot of very specific headcanons about Auradon Prep, and one of them is the fact that Jay is both a Smart Guy, and also chronically incapable of turning in assignments on time. For. Reasons.

this might be about one of those reasons.

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Carlos looks up from his plate as Jay wanders over. “Dude, where were you? We started eating without you.” 

“Talking to a teacher. I submitted an assignment wrong, or something.” 

Carlos nods. He’s got a fork dangling from one hand, and there’s a leaf stuck in his hair. Sunlit from behind, Jay’s pretty sure that he’s the prettiest boy on this side of the barrier. “Oh, man. Was it Demorra? She’s super strict about the rules, especially for the online stuff. I could’ve helped you figure it out bro, you don’t have to get through her bureaucratic shit on your own.” 

Jay sets his tray down on the opposite side of the table. “Nah. It was Williams.” 

Carlos frowns. “The international lit teacher? Really?” 

They’ve been reading through Jay’s lit assignments together. Auradon expects them to type up all of their homework, so he’s been getting by with the hacked dictation program on his laptop and locking himself in the bathroom to read his essays out loud into the program with the minimum of background noise. 

There’s a peer writing tutor who does proofreading two nights a week for free, but Jay’s not gonna take his shitty essays in to her when he’s pretty sure he’ll just get laughed right back out of the student study room for the giant default font Carlos set on his computer. 

It doesn’t exactly make reading his own assignments easier, but it doesn’t make it worse either, so they’re calling it functional for now. Auradon Prep is all about “helping students embrace their unique academic talents”, so Carlos and Evie are both being pulled for more advanced classes, which is great for them, and terrible for Jay’s essays because it’s seriously starting to cut into their free time. 

That, and the trouble they’ve been getting up to after hours. 

The assistant gym teacher still hasn’t figured out who to blame for French braiding all the climbing ropes together. 

“She couldn’t read my handwriting.” 

“Fuck.” 

That’s about the shape of it. Handwritten assignments are few and far between, but Jay can’t bullshit his way through all of them. “Haha, yeah.” 

Carlos thunks his head down onto the table. “Ugh. Fuck. I can make you a handwriting font on the computer, but that’ll make in-class assignments worse if you can’t keep it up.” 

“Yup.” 

He sits up. There’s a dent on his forehead from pressing it into the table. “Eat.” 

“Not hungry,” Jay says as cheerfully as he can manage. It’s not gonna fool Carlos, but he’s not gonna show weakness in front of the royal rabble. “Anyway, we’re not going to the honor board. She’s willing to settle it with some sorta evaluation. Have you heard of dyslexia before?” 

Carlos blinks. “Dyslexia? No. I mean. It’s gotta be dis from like, disinterested, disintegrating, some sort of anti? Or else it’s dys from like, dysentery. Some sort of illness, maybe. Lex has gotta be from lexicon, lexicography. Something to do with either anti-words or a words illness? Does she think you’re sick of words?” 

Jay shrugs. “She said it’s why I’m bad at reading. Wants me to do an assessment so she can know what’s going on.” 

Carlos already has his phone out. He’s typing with one hand, the other one curled around his plate in a defensive hunch that’s almost casual. “Huh. How’s that going for her so far?” 

Jay snorts. “Fab. Nah, she didn’t do it yet. It’s a whole special test that she’s gotta send me down to the psych for.” 

“Can you reject it?” 

“If I wanna meet with the honor board and explain why I apparently have great handwriting, but only when they can’t see me do the assignments.” 

“Fuck.” 

“Yeah. At least she was cool about it.” 

Carlos groans. “Your handwriting sucks, dude. You’re not sick of writing, you’re just— your handwriting sucks.” 

“Yeah, and my fucking reading comprehension. I—“ Jay cuts himself off abruptly as the shadow of more people falls across their lunch table. “Hey, guys.” 

Mal sets her lunch tray down on Jay’s left side, leaving Ben the spot on his right. Evie’s not eating with them today. They have other friends in theory, but between Doug’s science club buddies and Carlos’s general disinterest in socializing with other humans, they didn’t bother picking a table large enough for anyone else.  

“Sorry,” Ben apologizes, even as he’s nudging his shoulder against Jay’s. It’s nice not being the only tall one sometimes. “I couldn’t help overhearing.” 

Jay leans back into the contact. “We were talking out loud, dude. It happens. You got any hot tips for the stupid assessment I’ve gotta do later?” 

“Have you tried being better?” Mal suggests. “I find that cheating works great. I could find you a spell to let one of us borrow your hands for a few hours, and so long as you can tell us what you want to write, we can control the muscles and get better handwriting than your usual chicken scratch special.” 

“Hey.”

“Would that work if you can’t see the paper?” Ben asks curiously. 

Mal frowns. “No. Not unless I modify the spell to possess your eyes too.” 

Jay represses a shudder. “Thanks, but no thanks, M. I like my eyes in one piece.” 

Carlos is scrolling rapidly on his phone, hanging half-over the table in an attempt to get closer to the three of them. “Dude, dyslexia is a brain thing that affects how you process visual input of words— aw, shit.” 

Bad. That’s the bad-news tone. Jay’s heart drops traitorously into his stomach, which suddenly isn’t feeling the tater tots on his lunch tray. “What?” 

Carlos shakes his head. “Nothing too bad. Just, I think Williams is right. You’ve said you’re shit at reading fast cause the words all look the same, right? Like, you can’t scan to identify them, you’ve gotta sound each one out.” 

Jay smashes a tater tot with the side of his fork. The destruction doesn’t make his gut feel any better. It’s not that he’s mad, it’s just— he doesn’t want to do this. Analyzing his brain sucks. He did the whole week of required therapy that the student disciplinary council required after the stuff with Mal’s mom, and he’s so fucking done with Auradon grown-ups pretending to understand why his head’s fucked up. “Yeah, so?” 

Carlos waves the phone at him. “So that’s what this is. You’ve got a brain disorder.” 

“We can fix it, right?” 

He wiggles a hand back and forth. “Ehh. Kinda. There’s techniques to make it easier, but it’s sorta like— your brain is wired for AC power input, and words are DC. It’s a misalignment. We can make an adaptor, but we can’t rip out your brain wiring.” 

“I could,” Mal offers. “I love doing illegal magic.”

[studiousandrogynousfox-blog]

admin and applications

being unemployed is a lot of work! so much admin! i've tackled the most urgent bits and will tackle more tomorrow. after last week i realised that it's important i go do that work in some public place when possible because otherwise it'll encroach on my evenings

applying for jobs is also so weird. i oscillate between i'd like to do this job and it would be too challenging and i actually only want to work part time and not nearly full time

[romeoslaughter]

lemon yellow sun/ arms raised in a v

[loafeebuns]

NC, Very dead!!

10 year Anniversary for Nine Circles!

[moeblob]

WOW it's way later than I planned to just be finishing art but here we go! I did manage!

[motleyfam]

bros been on a reblog spree and i love it

I say this with complete genuineness because there’s obviously no way you could have known this, but the reason I’ve been so active today is that I’ve been trying to distract myself from the WORST day I’ve had in months and therefore this is the FUNNIEST possible ask I could have received 😂😂

[neonhellscape]

The towering creature comprised primarily of metal spikes looks at you with its nine optics.