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fimbry · 1 year

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This is going to be a long post, a mix of what happened and then what Charlie meant to me. TW pet death

Charlie has passed away after eating 2 bad rats from Big Cheese Rodent Factory. She regurgitated 3 days after feeding and died two days later. I have been purchasing f/t rats from Big Cheese for years, and if my friend hadn't been having these same problems with the same batch of jumbo rats I would have thought this could be a freak incident or a mistake on my part. However, my friend's snakes are also regurgitating and one has died after eating these jumbo rats, and we bought them during the same Mother's Day sale. Same batch. I'll be getting a necropsy on Charlie to see if that has any answers as to what was off with the rats.

Now I get it that sometimes food safety measures don't get carried out every time and most suppliers have some kind of scandal like this, but the company's callous response and refusal to even entertain that it could be their rats at fault is pretty fucked up and has me a bit heated. It's just a "coincidence" my friend's and my snakes are getting sick/dying after eating rats from the same batch. Eye roll. The money doesn't even matter to me at this point so I may not message them further about this, I'm just so upset over the cold response and the loss of Charlie.

The email response from them:

With that out of the way, I do want to share what Charlie meant to me. She was a very special animal, I thought of her as the "matriarch" of my collection as I have a good number of her kids and grandchildren still with me. Four of each actually if I'm counting, and I love them so very much.

When I got Charlie I was still pretty green in the hobby. Yes I'd had snakes for years, my cornsnake and then a couple ball pythons, and even a Sumatran short-tail, my beloved Svid, but these were all very "easy" snakes... I learned with them, but I was not challenged the way that Charlie challenged me. I got Charlie as a full adult, she was my first blood python and I had not even planned to get into bloods until I saw her. I was planning to focus on Sumatran short tails, but Charlie changed things.

Charlie came out of the shipping bag striking and bit me on the finger immediately. Now I'm not sure if anyone remembers this but that video of the two little brothers "Charlie bit my finger" is how Charlie got her name lol.

The first 4 months were... challenging. I could not even touch her directly. I was so afraid I'd made a mistake. Charlie was a 17lb adult blood python, far bigger than my other snakes, and she was TERRIFIED of me. She wanted me to go to hell, and would send me there herself if only she could. We spent a lot of time together, just me sitting near her open enclosure and her glaring at me. Over the months we went from no contact, to minimal contact, until finally I was able to at least clean her without too much trouble. She liked routine, liked to know what was going to happen next. Any deviation from the routine and the trust would be broken, she'd be full of fear again. It was a few years of doing things purely by her strict rules.

Around 2014, something clicked. She began to actually trust that I wasn't going to hurt her and didn't have bad intentions. We seemed to have an actual understanding where if something happened out of the norm, she wouldn't react badly. I could even take her out for pictures and she behaved! Soon I was able to pet her, touch her tail (which I was doing a lot about now since I was trying to figure out why my "male" was not breeding, ha), even pet her head. I was still a bit wary of her, but we were in a good place. As the years went on, our trust grew deeper and I knew she wouldn't bite me, and she knew I was a safe person.

She also showed me how intelligent these snakes could be. She could tell people apart which became obvious if she saw anyone besides me. While I had earned her trust, others had not, so I refrained from taking her out if others were around. While she was a big beautiful animal, I couldn't take her out to show guests. I respected her all the more for it, if I'm honest. She knew what she was about, and I didn't push that.

Over the years she ended up giving me three clutches of beautiful babies, she did such a good job. After her last clutch in 2021, she started showing her age. She was nearing 20 years old, if not over, and had begun getting wrinkled scales and grew a cataract in one eye. I decided to retire her from breeding and let her enjoy her golden years in peace. Pythons can live a very long time, so I expected to have another ~10 years with her.

I'm devastated that her retirement was cut short like this, devastated that I was robbed of more time together. We had both grown and changed a lot over the last 12 years together, and she really was a picture of "to be loved is to be changed." My sweet old lady who knew me, and I knew her. ♥

#python brongersmai #reptiblr #snake #blood python #Charlie #tw pet death

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lunarw0rks · 1 year

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hiii 🌺 how about 141 boys with a s/o that is not into pda and not affectionate

୨♡୧ pda // 141 headcanons ୨♡୧

『 price 』

☆ definitely something for him to get used to. he's not touchy, but physical touch is one of his favorite love languages. he's not going to be bummed out, necessarily, but it would take some time for him to remember the cues.

☆ price enjoys PDA because it seems like the respectful thing to do. a hand on the small of your back or around your waist, etc... but if you're uncomfortable, he'll learn to respect it.

☆ even in private, he only touches the spots you've agreed are fair game. besides, verbal affection is a big thing for him, so that'll fill the void. now, if you ever decide you want some affection; he's the man you'd want.

☆ cupping your cheeks, kissing you along your jaw and shoulders — all whilst looking at you for that silent nod of approval, or even reciprocation. he can't live without touch entirely, but you've definitely taught him a new kind of restraint.

『 simon 』

☆ the perfect match, because he despises physical touch. of course, his dislike stems from deeper issues, but regardless. touch isn't necessary for simon to feel loved, and he makes sure to show his fondness for you in other ways.

☆ acts of service, verbal affection, but mainly quality time. not being all over each other, but still hanging out and enjoying your company. loves hand holding though, especially if you play with his fingers<33

☆ rarely, usually about once a month, he wants to be touched. or wants to touch you, but only in private. putting his head in the crook of your neck, rubbing your waist while too lazy to rise from the bed. and he always knows when you're not in the mood to be touched, too — from hours of studying your body language.

☆ in terms of PDA, you're not getting any — to ensure your safety, to keep your relationship private, etc. if he ever does, it's a hand holding your arm to keep you close. more so to steer you when he's leading the way, but for him, it's pretty forward.

『 soap 』

☆ very touchy person, especially with his lovers, so it's definitely a challenge for him to get used to at times. he's not offended by any means — but he will pout!

☆ out in public, he put a hand around your waist without even thinking. you weren't upset, but he could tell it was making you stressy. "forgot again, my bad, love." his touch eased up instantly, instead just hooking his finger around yours — something unnoticeable enough in terms of PDA.

☆ when at home, though, you two have established a system. "alright, fine, I won't get carried away this time— but just one minute?" how could you say no to that face? and he did ask nicely, after all.

☆ all he wanted, was to get some time cuddling you. but in... his way... which is usually lying on top of you with his head in your chest, practically suffocating you with his weight.

──── just like in this video an anon sent me :3

『 gaz 』

☆ is 50/50 when it comes to affection. sometimes it's too much for him, other times it's all he wants. he especially doesn't care for excessive PDA — aside from a hand over your shoulder, maybe an arm squeeze, but only if it's not a populated area.

☆ the only time affection is fair game, is when he's come home after being deployed. you're not moving — his arms will be squeezing the life out of you for at least a minute straight. then, you're free to tap out.

☆ "no hitting—! we're only at forty seconds, babe." he'll say when you start to squirm, wrapping his arms around you like a python. finds the recoiling humorous at times, but he'd never take it far enough to overstimulate you on purpose.

☆ there are definitely times he has to recoil from affection, too. sometimes he's just not in the mood, but no one understands that better than you, right?

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ourloveiselectrifying · 2 months

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Hello hello! It's me DFP

I'm wondering where you learned/are you learning to Code? I find the structure of your game quite entertaining and I like to take a little inspiration from it (If I'm allowed)

And I tried to make images that are options but apparently I'm still a long way from leaving the beta of my projects So I wanted to seek advice from you

(Also, if this is not the correct account to ask this I apologize, but if you have some very good advice that can help me please feel free to go to my DMs)

Hello DFP! :3 (I'm not exactly sure what you mean by structure sorry, but probably yes haha)

I didn't learn coding. In fact, the scariest part of my game is the code itself! I would like to take classes in art and coding someday! It's just not a great time in my country to be spending money atm ahahahaha- (cries in national housing and inflation crisis)

If you're using Renpy to make a VN, smart people would recommend giving the Renpy and Python's offcal guides a good look and watching Renpy tutorials on youtube.

For me, I'm the kinda person that only takes in information by dissecting and breaking things, then learning from the mistakes. I looked at the front page of the Python pdf, and it made my ADHD repossess my body despite being on the max dose of ritalin. I immediately closed it then skimmed through the Renpy quickstart, not really taking in any of the information, jumped right into designing the main menu, minced up the code, caught a bunch of errors, and had to check out fourms for fixes.

Have some random tips that may or may not be helpful since I don't know your skill level and I, am infact, not skilled in Renpy, I have no idea what I'm doing half the time! :3

Make new files for everything, don't just put it all in the script or it's going to get ridiculous.

Scripts get LONG use # and add notes, so you can CTRL + F and find stuff easily.

If you're like me, check out renpy's reddit/lemma soft fourms, if you're not getting good goog search results, it might be the words you're using, I had this issue a lot, try changing up words in your question (options/preferences/choices/decisions)

When you're learning copy and paste the code/answer, once you know the the code and can type it out fast, then starting manually typing it out.

Always check the dates on posts, there's a bunch of old renpy guides/fourms that don't work anymore.

There is more than one way to skin a dingo (sorry kevin), if you've found a fix that seems ridiculous but it's working, keep it!

If you have anger problems prepare to get fuckin' pissed off! Before you start coding have a coffee/bottle of water/energy drink beside you, so you have to walk away to take angry piss breaks and can clear your head.

If you absolutely cannot figure something out, make a copy, put it aside and work on something else until you're a little more skilled.

I have three copies of olie, the one that works, the one that I'm experimenting on, and the one on a USB I copy when I get drunk and forget which is my "fuck around" code and which is my "don't touch it, it works" code and I annihilate my game. Make regular backups to your USB for any emergencies, houses burn down. Limit your drinking while coding.

Compare code to the game base if you're coming up with errors. Goog the exact error that pops up when the game crashes. (renpy expected statement)

Click the blue text and it'll take you to it. Sometimes it's not very accurate and you need to look a little above or below the line the error happened. 70% of the time your error is a missing space or "," or an extra space!

I also recommend checking out all the shortcuts on your code editing software (I'm using visual studio code!) I was manually adding indents to each line, which was wasting an insane amount of time LMAO ;w;

I'm not exactly sure what you mean by images that are options, but I'm guessing an imagebutton? If you search "renpy imagebutton" there's a few forums and tutorials that will guide you but it's like this.

You need a screen for your buttons, an image, if you're feeling funky add transforms to the button, else just use a different image for idle/hover!

Add the anchor before you do xpos/ypos because it messes around with the positions and you'll have to re-adjust the xpos/ypos again. You need anchor for the transitions to work properly.

If you want the button to make a sound on click add activate_sound or remove it if you don't want one, it's optional.

This is how you make the transform, you can do a TON of different transforms. This is a simple idle/hover transform. ease is the animation type/speed, alpha is transparency, 1.0 is fully visible, 0.0 is transparent, at 0.5 on idle, it has a dimmed effect. the zoom makes it bigger. Make a new file for this one!

Buttons have a TON of actions to choose from, this is a time I actually would checkout renpy's offical guides. This one does the same as a jump at the end of a label or choice.

If you want your game to not pause when your buttons are visible, just use "show screen nameofthescreenhere zorder 20" (zorder is the layers, 20 is like usually the top, you can go higher though)

If you want your game to pause while the screen is up, use call screen instead of show!

I probably won't do too many of these coding/renpy support things on my tumblr but, OLIE'S discord server has a few game dev channels for coding support if you'd want to join there! :3

I wish you well and goodluck on your game!!! 💖🫡🍀

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bodybeyondstories · 1 month

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dicks keep growing around me - 6 (Ty)

Ty's generally unbothered by the unreal dick now swinging between their knees, yet still has to navigate everyone else's issues with it. They run into a fan at the park, have some workplace mishaps at the gym, and come up with a potentially irresponsible, definitely chaotic idea when learning more about how Myron's ability works.

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maleTF // growth // dick growth // self suck // nsfw

4284 words

Note: I was inspired to write like half of this chapter by this ask a few months ago (hope you like it!), then muddled through writer's block until it all slowly came together. Feels like somewhat of a transition / build toward something, but I have no idea what lol.

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Those two really are meant for each other.

I strolled away from the happy couple in search of a bathroom, trying to not make the heinous bulge peeking from the leg of my shorts even more obvious to the public. I was enjoying the delicate combination of summer heat transitioning from welcome embrace to oppressive weight, interspersed with rivulets of cool breeze wicking away the humidity at just the right time. A reminder that I could still get away with pretending that my exposed midriff was a fashion choice and not the result of this growth spurt cropping all of my tops for me. I was no longer in denial, but summer dragging on made it easier to hold off on having to figure out a new wardrobe.

I had high hopes for the dick management system for that outing, opting for some cutoffs that sometimes gave the illusion that I had an ass, not that anyone was fooled. Myron had gifted me underwear from some brand that specializes in “unique proportions,” which I took to mean ridiculously huge pouches supported by a latticework of elastic. I was thankful that there was a customer base out there of what I assume is mostly pumpers and saline enthusiasts, making it possible for me to once again wear cute, quality briefs that weren't a ticking time bomb. There was no longer much hope of concealing the freak of nature extending from my groin, but the pouch managed to at least hold everything together, especially when shoved into my shorts and braced against the rolled up hem. Not that that would last long.

As the day wore on, the mixture of heat and sweat loosened things up, shifting the balance of flesh and fabric to make it near impossible to walk more than a few dozen steps without feeling those cool breezes brush against the exposed tip of my overstuffed pouch, nodding playfully out the bottom of my shorts.

Oh well, I thought. At this point it was long enough that people would likely make up any number of explanations other than the unreal monster dick weighing me down. I was less and less concerned about being too careful about the strangeness of my body.

The bathroom was an eco-friendly partially outdoor situation, all earth tones, natural airflow, and compost toilet. Public restrooms had become an ordeal to say the least and I was grateful to see the gender neutral single stall with an inviting green semicircle above the deadbolt. I didn’t have to risk scaring the crowd as I hauled the python out of my briefs and let it hang in the air above the in-ground urinal, a pendulum swinging between my legs before being stabilized by its own weight. I locked my fingers behind my head, reveling in the moment of peeing freely, feeling the cool breeze wrap around my dick from behind, preceding the sound of the door closing and a muttered apology.

Shit, forgot to lock it, I thought, hoping whoever it was didn’t catch a glimpse of the meat swinging between my knees, clearly visible from behind. I reluctantly stuffed myself back into the pouch, relenting as it slid plainly into view below the hem of my shorts, and deciding to simply pretend not to notice it as I caught myself in the mirror.

I ducked back out the doorway, holding it open for the guy who had accidentally barged in, who instead looked up at me with an expression of deep indecision.

“Um,” they started. “Sorry if this is inappropriate, and totally feel free to ignore this, but are you MutantMenace97?”

I took a beat, caught off guard by the fact that my dick was recognized in public before my face was. “Right, my stage name,” I said with a nervous laugh. Someone clocking me from my cam sessions was rare, but not unheard of.

“Sorry if this seems rude or anything, but I just–my friends and I are huge fans. The whole growth story arc over the past several months has been so cool.”

“Ah, dope! Glad you like it.” The thing about your dick being an online presence is that your mysterious growth spurt ends up being surprisingly well documented, and after a while I could no longer deny or downplay the changes. So I leaned into it, providing updates, comparison pics, teasing captions about when or if the growth will stop. Once I started posting in the new underwear, the brand even put out feelers for a sponsorship deal. I had somehow become an influencer.

“You’re even taller than I thought you’d be,” he said, his eyes gliding up and down my figure, then resuming furtive glances at the heavy bulge distending my shorts, the tip of the pouch peeking out of the bottom. “I just…can’t believe it’s real.”

“A blessing and a curse,” I blushed. “And tricks of the light.”

“Will you be on tonight?”

“Yup,” I smiled. “Maybe I’ll see you there” I added with a wink before turning to head back to my friends. “Hit me up if you want some private content. Big discount!” He was cute. I was flattered.

As I walked back to Myron and Miguel, the massive bulge out of the bottom of my shorts was jostled further into view, bobbing along in the air with each stride. I was too tired of dealing with it to care. I accepted that these shorts may have to be retired as I accepted the dumbfounded stares of passersby, folding into a cross-legged sit with my friends, my fabric encased dick spilling out in the warm sun.

“You look like you had fun,” teased Myron.

“I met a fan,�� I shrugged.

—

“You guys have been liking these briefs,” I said into my webcam, leaning back in my gamer chair, itself a gift from a generous fan. “30% off with discount code MM97, check the link in my bio.” My eyes lowered to my crotch, my hand caressing the fabric-clad mass nestled between my legs, eliciting periodic pulses of enthusiasm as my dick stirred to life. “Honestly, these are feeling kinda tight already.” I gave a mock grimace to the camera, reaching up to stretch and lifting my furry belly and overstuffed pouch more solidly in the field of view. “Might have to re-up soon, huh?”

MutantMenace97 was indeed on that evening. I wondered which of the usernames trickling into the chat room was the person I met in the park earlier. I should’ve asked, but still appreciate the mystery of it all. Maybe he does, too. They get to be no one and I get to be the main character, unencumbered by the perpetual work of worrying about, failing to control, or desperately trying to hide my dick. When it’s all out, standing proud from my groin, purple head leaving globs of precum on my lips, I’m free, unencumbered from the idea that my member was ever an encumbrance in the first place.

I greet people as they roll in, making sure to shout out my regulars, one hand continuing to pet my prodigious bulge, then sliding under the fabric and moving along my shaft. My face scrunched in discomfort as I tried to make space in the overfilled pouch, eventually relenting and beginning to peel the underwear down, revealing inch after inch after inch of cock. The comments picked up. This was always a moment of truth for the new users who had seen my pics bouncing around the internet and didn’t believe they were real, realizing they were mistaken with awestruck reactions.

Taking my sweet time, I slide them all the way off, curling up to give a peak at my taint before flicking them off my big feet. My dick bobbed in the air, growing longer and thicker as an erection eased into being. I settled into the lightheadedness as my body adjusted to the sudden transfer of resources to my giant prick, and made a show of moving both hands along the shaft, one covering the base and the other up near the glans, inches of space always visible between them even though my dick approached full size. It was impossible to cover the entirety of my monster cock with just one pair of hands, sizeable as mine were. They always got a kick out of that.

“Send me some love if you want me to suck it,” I smiled into the camera, nuzzling against my engorged glans. The comments, hearts, and most importantly, tips rolled in. I went to work.

The look of tension between concentration and ecstasy on my face as my lips parted to make way for my massive cockhead was always real. The now familiar but still gorgeous sensation still managed to feel new every time. The performance of it had taken some practice, but now I felt good enough to not look like I was wrestling a sequoia, working my head and neck up and down in an awkward attempt to deep throat a penis that had long ago passed that possibility.

Periodically I’d give myself a break and pull my swollen lips from my cockhead, hands continuing to meander up and down the shaft as I checked the chat box.

[So hot 🍆]

[it looks even bigger 😍]

[Nah, there hasn’t been any growth content for a couple weeks, right?]

[Yeah, i think they plateaued]

[Finally lol, it’s massive]

I tried not to dwell on this unfolding conversation in the chat, opting instead to return to self sucking and focus on the task at hand. I leaned back as my balls pulled up, preparing for the grand finale and making sure the camera angle was just right. I gave my slit one final indulgent lick, lapping up a glob of precum as my angry head glistened in front of my face. I worked the shaft in overdrive with my hands, my hips bucking in tandem as I brought myself to climax, shooting jet after jet of thick, ropey cum a few feet into the air. My head lolled back as I let myself fall into another seemingly unending orgasm, enjoying the few seconds of anticipation before my own jizz rained back down, covering my face and torso with the deluge erupting from my engorged penis.

I slowly came back down to earth, giving a blissed out, cum-covered smile to the webcam as I prepared to bid everyone adieu, catching the last scraps of commentary in the chat.

[Ughhhh what if they grew again 😩]

[could you imagine?? 🤣]

Over the weeks and months living with Myron, I had built up somewhat of a following in fantasy growth content, not that I had much choice. They clocked the extra inches I was adding before I did. So I leaned into it, doing comparison shots with rulers and lotion bottles, surreptitious bulge pics out and about, casual shots of my dick falling out of my underwear as I struck a relaxing pose in my chair. I had been roping them in with a tale of unexplainable, unwieldy growth hitting me below the belt, and they loved it.

And now, without my magical roommate, the engagement seemed to be evening out along with the growth. Not that I minded all that much, I had kind of just wanted this to be for fun in the first place. But the money from extra subs had been good, and the sponsorship deal from the underwear brand had made it possible for me to even get my own place.

As I closed out of the cam session, I was met with my email inbox and a message from the underwear rep that I’d been trying to ignore. They were offering a not insignificant amount of money in exchange for a series of posts in which I outgrew and eventually ripped the pouch, even more if I could do it live. I hadn’t yet figured out how to explain that I’d have to turn it down because I no longer had a roommate with strange dick expanding powers. To be too much and somehow not enough.

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I was too groggy to dwell on the situation at work the next morning. I curved my back into a full body yawn, indulging in the cracks of a few pesky joints as even more of my midriff was exposed behind a gym counter that wasn’t even high enough to hide the bulge distending my track pants. I risked taking my stretch further and pushing my waist just a few more precious inches before being interrupted by something small and plastic bouncing off my dick.

“Oh, uh, sorry,” I said to a bleary-eyed member attempting to swipe in before their flabber was unceremoniously gasted, catching the scanner reflexively while somehow keeping their eyes glued to my crotch for as long as possibly might count as a polite indulgence. They speed-walked to the locker room with far more liveliness than they had shown walking in, shaking their head in mild confusion.

“Do you mind?” quipped Dana, my coworker hanging with me behind the front counter to handle the morning rush. She set the scanner back in place with one fluid motion, shooting me a mocking death stare.

“What?” I shrugged. “Space is cramped, things happen. I’m not even wearing shorts anymore,” I added, eyebrows lifted in emphasis of the deep sacrifice I made in relenting to wearing solid black track pants so as not to create another morning spectacle.

“Yeah cuz you almost took someone’s eye out.” She shot her eyebrows right back then swung around to grab the top most crate from a stack behind the counter. “Now take this and restock the fridge, we need to clear out our inventory of these. We got ‘em cheap on surplus so keep pushing ‘em until we run out.”

“GluteMax?” I read off the side. Didn’t they stop production on that?” I asked. “Some weird health issue?”

“Yeah, but they weren’t recalled, so we’re keeping them stocked until we sell out,” Dana said with a shrug. “They’ll probably rebrand in six months as a wellness supplement or something.”

“Hmm none of this sounds legal,” I said.

“But it does get gains. Which you could definitely benefit from.” She sucked her teeth and flicked her clipboard against my unimpressive backside.

“You leave my ass alone, it’s too early for this! And besides, I know a guy,” I said, winking at Myron as he strolled up to the front desk so Dana could pretend to swipe him in.

“I don’t know how you managed to cohabitate with this one,” she said to Myron with a shake of her head. “I can barely get through a shift.”

“Oh so he can stop traffic in some booty shorts but I can’t?” I asked, gesturing at the gym shorts painted onto Myron’s backside, already drawing the attention of the other gym goers.

“It’s different. And besides, it’s good for business.” Dana winked at Myron as if inviting him to continue on to the locker room before he also had to deal with the morning’s nonsense. “Can I interest you in a complementary supplement for your trouble?” she asked, pulling a bottle of GluteMax from the crate. “Rare formula, technically not recalled.”

“Don’t even think about it,” I snapped. “He’d become too powerful!”

“I think I’m good,” Myron laughed nervously. “And besides, I know a guy.”

“Is it the same guy?” asked Dana. “Can we hire them as a trainer? I’m not kidding.”

—

It was a slow morning, and before long I wandered away from the front desk to start making the rounds, cleaning machines, wrestling free weights back to their correct spots, cosplaying someone with a working knowledge of fitness. Dana, having gotten to work on time, got to control the playlist blasting out of the speakers that morning. I had my earbuds in in protest, just loud enough to ignore the sounds of grunting and the rhythmic clang of barbells against metal from some overzealous lifter who had settled into some sort of equilibrium with gravity, arms straining to hold the weight perfectly still in the air above their torso.

Seems weird, but not my business, I guess, I thought. I kept it moving until their look of over-exertion turned to clear panic.

“Um…help??” they exclaimed, finally catching my attention. The barbell had gradually lowered through the air to press down on their chest. This wasn’t some kind of tension workout but actually a losing battle against gravity.

I planted my feet on either side of the bench, not knowing what to do beyond an alert in my brain saying Get Weight Off. I was barely aware of how much I could lift in a pinch, but it definitely didn’t amount to the mass of plates on either side of the bar. The more I thought about my inability to lift, the more likely this person’s inability to breathe, and there was no one else to grab for help. It would have to be me.

With a rush of adrenaline I managed to lug the bar a few inches higher, my face contorting so suddenly that one of my earbuds wriggled its way out and fell through the air. People do this for fun? I thought in disbelief, frozen in a wide stance with only seconds before my upper half gave up. The rack, it needs to fall back onto the rack, I concluded, managing to not so much carry but guide the weight at the right downward angle back onto the rails, my arms screaming in complaint.

I rested against the bar and took a beat to catch my breath and let the rush fade, noticing the slight tremor in my hands still white knuckle gripping the metal. Legs still straddling the lifter whose life I like to think I had just saved, I leaned over and peered upside down through my thighs to make sure they were still breathing.

“Are you okay??” I asked, with a little too much volume in overcompensation from off balance music pumping out of the earbud that decided to stay put.

Their chest heaved up and down as they kept gulping air with less and less urgency, eventually managing to lift their head and string some words together.

“Shit. Thanks, I think I…” they trailed off as our eyes locked in recognition.

“You!” I exclaimed. “The guy from the park.” The angle was much different, but I’d know that cute face anywhere, even if it was actively recovering from a near death experience.

“Uh, yeah,” he smiled. “We gotta stop meeting like this,” his eyes flitting pointedly to the pipe running down my inner thigh, just inches from his face, still taking advantage of the adrenaline flooding my system to stretch out with excitement.

“Ah, sorry!” I blushed, whipping one leg over the bench and holding out a hand to help him up. He gladly took it.

“No, it’s cool,” he said. “You know I’m a fan.”

Butterflies. “I, uh,” I stammered through the heat filling my face, trying and failing to come up with something clever to say. “Fair enough.”

“Great show last night, by the way,” he said, his hands resting on his thighs and his eyes resting on mine. “Sorry if that’s not cool to say.”

“No, I appreciate the feedback,” I smiled, resting my hands on my hips in some semblance of confidence in the face of this adorable man, hinging my butt slightly to downplay the bulge that was showing no sign of going down.

“I’m Kai, by the way,” he offered.

“Ty,” I reciprocated. “Also known as MutantMenace97,” I added, rolling my eyes.

“Ty’s cool. And it rhymes,” he intoned, smiling to himself. “Also, I think you dropped this,” he said, holding out my earbud.

“Nice catch,” I joked, letting my fingers linger as I plucked it gingerly from his hand, my eyes catching his once again, searching for something to say.

“Well, uh, thanks again for the save. I guess I’ll see you…” he trailed off, eyes widening as he looked into the distance.

I followed his gaze to the squat rack, where the mid-morning sun was casting two planets in stark relief. Dear Myron was in the middle of a set of deadlifts, hips hinged all the way back, pants split wide open.

“I…let me go deal with that,” I sighed, reluctantly abandoning my meet-cute to deal with the latest crisis.

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“They split on my second to last set, I thought I might as well finish,” said Myron, strolling ahead of me into the locker room, his bountiful buns swishing back and forth in the wreckage of his gym shorts. “It’s not like it’s the first time this has happened.”

“And Dana thinks I’m the one to cause a scene,” I said, rolling my eyes. “At least the underwear held up.”

Myron stripped off his tattered shorts to reveal the same brand of specialty briefs he had gifted me, cut for significantly different proportions and resembling more of a bikini brief. “Glad I tried out a pair of these for myself, they have yet to let me down.”

I snatched the briefs off the bench where Myron had left them as he rummaged through his bag for his shower supplies, the globes of his bubble butt hovering in the air, a safety hazard for any unsuspecting passers by. “These are pretty resilient,” I said, stretching them between my hands.

“Feels like they’re the only things I can rely on,” he agreed. “I’ve blown through just about every good pair of workout pants at this point. I wonder if they have any in stock…”

I tuned out of Myron’s recounting of the struggles of having too perfect and juicy of an ass, instead fixating on the underwear before me, unconsciously bringing them closer as I picked up on the magnetic musk entering my nostrils. It felt familiar in a way I couldn’t describe. I furtively breathed deep, indulging in the aura of my friend’s recently used gym fit, my heart rate quickening as the very specific scent of his sweat unfurled in my brain into the memory of that night in…

“The car…” I muttered.

“Hm?” asked Myron, turning back towards me and holding his hand out in mild annoyance for me to return his dirty underwear.

“I, uh…” I muttered, my breath becoming short as my lower abs clenched, an all too familiar pressure building in my groin. “Not again.” I rested my hand along the top of the lockers, trying to maintain balance as Myron approached with worry on his face.

“Is it, you know?” he asked, eyes gesturing pointedly to my crotch and the trouser snake making its way down towards my knee. I towered over him but he rested one hand along my ribs in support, while the other held up the towel wrapped taut around his hips. “Let’s find an empty stall.”

“No, wait,” I managed to eke out as, with a shiver up and down my spine, my dick felt like it was unfurling, eagerly taking up more space, the friction against the fabric of my pouch eliciting a spurt of precum and teasing me with an approach toward semi-hardness, the point of no return quickly approaching until it just…didn’t. “I…think I’m good,” I said. “False alarm.”

I handed Myron’s briefs back to him, the look of concern refusing to leave his face. When he finally walked off to the showers, his round cheeks fighting for space beneath that skimpy towel, I finally breathed out, tentatively running my hand along the bulge in my pants. I could feel the increased mass, noticeably bigger than it was just a few minutes ago, but was surprised to find it totally soft. My fingers tingled with the phantom sensation of the fabric of Myron’s underwear, the aura of his sweat and musk lingering in the air. The gears turned in my head.

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I didn’t do any cam work that night. I was tired and still a little freaked out by the incident in the locker room. Not that that wasn’t the first time that exact thing had happened. Upon further inspection of my definitely longer, definitely girthier, definitely more sensitive cock, I wasn’t looking forward to seeing it hard. Not that I could even dream of lasting past the following morning before being reintroduced to a schlong that likely extended just past my head. I didn’t even mind at this point, not really. My dick seemed to be a problem for everyone else more than it was for me. But I wanted to get used to it before revealing it to the fans.

I got some takeout, played some Kart, took it easy, ignoring the growing pressure in my crotch which before long would make itself known by force. Through the rest of my shift, it had been straining desperately against the pouch, to the point where I feared catastrophic failure before I could get home and let it hang free. It would definitely have made for some good content if it had rendered my jock strap inadequate in the middle of my day job. I fixated again on that email sitting in my inbox, thinking about the intense effect of Myron’s sweaty underwear, my own pair managing to stay intact around the beast that constantly threatened to rip through. But with the right encouragement, and an apparent catalyst…An idea coalesced in my brain. I took out my phone and pulled up the text thread with Myron.

[Me: Hey, can I borrow your underwear? The new ones]

[Me: It’s exactly what you think]

[Me: Online sex stuff, obvi 😌]

Let’s give the people what they want.

#male tf

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petepark · 1 year

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goff kids family headcanons<3

michael

his parents are divorced and have both remarried. his father and step mother live in south park and have majority custody, but he usually spends his summers with his mom and her husband. they move around a lot so often times its a different house year to year.

his parents divorced when he was pretty young, only around 3 or 4. his father remarried almost immediately, but his mother didn't remarry until he was in his teens

he has an older sister, she's around 15 years older than him. she lives in new york.

they aren't super close, they kind of forget the other exists a lot of the time, but whenever they're together during the holidays or other visits they'll hang out. they text each other about once a month.

every other year, his mom takes him and his sister to visit her family in south korea. they spend about a month there.

of his four parents, he gets along best with his mother, then his step father, then step mother, and lastly his father.

they do not vibe.

henrietta

her father is her mother's second husband. occasionally she'll remember this fact and be weirded out.

she and bradley DO NOT get along at all, except in brief circumstances when either of their parents are being shitty, in which they will team up to harass their parents.

she has attempted to poison her father on three different occasions

pete

lives with his mom and little sister.

his father left when he was five, his sister was a few months old. they've had no contact with him since.

he does honestly love his mom and sister a lot but he tries to play it off in public. because psh, no way. blood family?? that's bullshit. obviously. duh.

that said if your mean to his sister he'll fucking Get You.

(this sentiment is also granted to karen.)

additional furry family is pete's fat ass cat named elliot and an ancient hound dog who spends most of his time asleep on the porch.

firkle

they live with their dad and his parents. their mother is in jail.

their grandparents are really catholic and generally do not agree with firkle's. you know. everything. but their dad just wants them to be Happy, so he'll usually defend them even if he's a little confused.

occasionally he does worry that firkle will end up like their mother but he does not know how to change this situation. he tries to sign them up for summer camps or just things where they'll have Normal Kid Experiences but they always wind up weaseling their way out of it.

their mom sends them letters sometimes. their dad always always always reads them before he'll hand them off to firkle.

(their grandparents will just toss them)

she's a little bit crazy bananas batshit which firkle thinks is kind of fun but is distressing for everyone else

they have four pet rats. most of their room is dedicated to Rat Space.

(their mom used to have a ball python which they are FASCINATED to learn.)

#hey hal do you have a bad relationship with your parents.#yes.#and i will make it everyone's problem #south park goth kids #sp #pete thelman #henrietta biggle #firkle smith #michael #uh.#south park michael #yeah shore #minus karen who i usually put in with them bc i don't really have anything unique to say about the mccorrmicks

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evertidings · 1 year

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Hey Kristi! how are you doing today? uwu.

I hope you have enough water thoughout your day.

How did you get into the IF world, and how did you learn how to code (or pseudocode)? What engine are you implementing on your game?

I love your story, and as a person who wants to tell a story, i am struggling with that. (I only speak python for god's sake i'm a poor it student)

Also, a recommendation for fans out there wanting to make a game independently?

When can we hold Blane for a sec really he needs a hug

hi! so, all my advice i've tagged on my blog, but the best post i have for coding and this particular scenario is probably this one.

however, i've said it before and i'll say it again: i'm probably not the person you should go to for coding. i learned (a word i use loosely) everything in the span of two months and promptly forgot it all. ask me anything now and i'll be stumbling through an explanation that might not even be correct so. take all of my coding advice with a grain of salt.

but to answer your question, i use twine (sugarcube) to code my story. for ease of writing, i open my code in visual studio code with the twee extension that colour codes everything to make it easier on the eyes.

in general, my best advice for learning to code is to just go nuts. start with a template, play around with it, look at blogs that are better coders than i am and see if they can answer the questions you have. google things, search up css guides (w3schools was extremely useful for me) and eventually, you'll start to learn the patterns enough to put together what you want. it's very vague, i know, but this is genuinely how i learned and what worked best for me.

good luck !!

#ask #advice

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finch-velutina · 6 months

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Gear 5 Foreshadowing/Analysis

One of the things that absolutely delighted me about gear 5 was how natural it felt for Luffy. It was Luffy to a T - which is what makes it so incredible! That's the best part of him :)

I learned about Gear 5/Joyboy/Sun God Nika like a month after starting One Piece, and I was just able to see how every element of the show was building up to this.

luffy vs. kaido fight spoilers under readmore

GEAR 5 GEAR 5 GEAR 5!!

Part of the reason it feels so natural is because of how it shows that the Devil Fruit's Awakening builds on Luffy's growth and understanding of his powers, particularly his use of all 4 gears, which are all incorporated and clearly referenced in the Gear 5 fight:

Gear 1- Luffy interacting with lightning!! Because since we have known since Skypiea, rubber is nonconductive, meaning luffy isn't affected by it. Luffy grabbing the lightning strikes and using it to catapult him around? That's gomu gomu no rocket! On top of that, he manages to become the lightning and swoop towards Kaido (in a move that looks a lot like Python). He's able to combine his base rubber powers in a wild and wacky way, and absolutely loves it :)

Gear 2 comes in play in this incredible screenshot from the fight after Luffy restarts the Drums of Liberation. Gear 2 is also about controlling bloodflow and breathing - and by extension, the heartbeat!! Its all there. Thank Gear 2 for luffy's auto-defibrillation skills.

Gomu Gomu no Giant is the logical progression of Gear 4 Boundman, (which builds on gear 2 and gear 3 as well). It's like a version of Luffy without the additions

Gear 3: ... Yeah, this one is pretty obvious.

But the most important aspect of Luffy it brings in from his previous fights is his silliness. From the shocked face Crocodile gives him when he sees Water Luffy to Kaido's eyes popping out as he uses him as a jump rope. Things that seem meaningless, like his Gomu Gomu no UFO move. (I had to include this because I thought about how Joyboy it was from the moment i saw it. He's just joyously having fun in weird ways!! <3)

The magic of Gear 5 is in how everything from before comes together and combines seamlessly, which brings us to section 2:

Foreshadowing of Joyboy

Luffy has always been the sun. Tanjiro has nothing on Luffy for Most Sun Coded Anime Protagonist. Luffy is from the East Blue on Dawn Isle. One could say he rose from the East. The beginning of his story is called romance DAWN. This is from other posts that delve into it more, but luffy has been liberating people from the start- Koby, Zoro, Shells Town. Thats just how he rolls, it's part of his existence- Luffy will see someone oppressed, think "Is anyone going to help them free themselves?" and not wait for an answer. Punching a celestial dragon? That's ridiculous. But Luffy was made to do ridiculous things.

Skypiea, which is where we learn about Joyboy, has Luffy facing off against Enel and winning easily because of his nonconductiveness - the true god destroying the false one.

On Fishman Island, he frees Shirahoshi from her prison and promises to take her to see the sun. Another aspect is the symbol of the sun pirates being changing the celestial dragon's slavemark into a SUN. Luffy also takes away the giant shadow of Noah hanging over them.

Dressrosa? Known for it's SUNflowers.

When Luffy loves and accepts sanji, freeing him, the sun literally dawns on him. One of my fave moments with him. (To go into sanji & his wano arc i would need a whole different 1000 word essay on him. Bbg u are simply so fucked up)

Wano arc amps up the dawn = freedom references by 100. referencing the dawn 24/7, having luffy become a slave

Luffy has always been free because he is himself.

#one piece analysis #monkey d. luffy #one piece

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izicodes · 1 year

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Anonymous ask came through | My story

I accidently deleted their ask, so I'll answer it here

Someone messaged anonymously me saying I was privileged to get the apprenticeship and that I shouldn't be sharing tips on my blog about Junior Developer roles since I’m “experienced” (I've only worked for 1 year and 5 months which my apprenticeship lasted for one year).

The anonymous person mentioned they have been studying for 6 months and still haven't found a tech job or the job they wanted. They mentioned that I shouldn't be making posts and share tips because I'm at a privalge position coming from attending an apprenticeship and I don't relate to what they're struggling with - to that I'm sorry it's been hard for you, I wouldn't wish that for anyone studying entirely on their own. please keep trying, don't give up.

But what the anonymous person doesn't know is how hard things were for me and my family for many years to even get me to where I am today.

I am privileged to be in the UK to be able attend school, privileged to get accepted into an apprenticeship after doing two exams for it but:

I come from a family who were classed as "very low income" by the government for many years and only recently we broke out of that.

I learnt HTML, CSS, JavaScript and Python on my own before the apprenticeship gave lessons on it and by then I already knew the topics.

The apprenticeship didn’t teach me Git or GitHub or how to set up VS Code or Visual Studio - I taught myself online.

I learnt SQL and C# from YouTube because the teacher was so bad at explaining things.

I only passed the two required exams for the apprenticeship after failing 3 times - which I posted about it on my blog.

I taught myself the tech I use today, the apprenticeship did was secure me a job and having a Lead Web Developer to shadow, though he had his own projects he was busy on.

When I realised the apprenticeship wasn’t going to teach me everything I needed to learn for my tech career, I joined and completed a free online night coding bootcamp from the government and studied for 16 weeks whilst having the apprenticeship and work to attend to.

All I do on my blog, my little tiny corner of the internet, is share my progress, tips through tutorials, write posts about a topic I learnt recently and share information I get from attending those career masterclasses that free for people to join in the UK. I want to help people, not to flaunt my success. I’ve failed lots of times and posted about them on here - exams, work projects and even my own personal projects.

I may not be a self-taught with no experience and suddenly got a great tech job that the anonymous messenger wanted me to, but I’m still going to share my experience and tips that might help people out their own their own coding journey (that’s why I end some of my posts with “I hope this helps someone out there”). If you’re looking for someone that is self-taught and got a successful tech job from no previous experience, I don't think I am that person for you to follow, there would be no point following my blog because I got the role through an apprenticeship - the job was not secure though as I had to pass or they would have fired me.

So, I apologise to the anonymous person who messaged me who looked at my blog and was upset with me sharing tips on coding and it seemed like I came from that specific background they wanted me to be. However, I won’t stop sharing posts, beacuse someone out there might appreciate them and if no one does, that’s 100% a-okay! My blog is also a record of my coding journey and I’m not going to stop! :D

All I do is to make my Dad proud. Through things didn't go well for him over the years, I hope that when he sees me, he's proud and felt like after everything, I was worth it.

My family consisted of a single dad with two daughters since late 2000s UK. Mother left because she didn’t want the responsibility of looking after me and my sister. My father gave up everything to solely look after us - that meant not getting a job. We were in the benefits system for years after years, only in 2021 did we end it completely, so basically two years ago. I didn’t have much growing up and I mean the bare minimum. The only games I had were The Sims 3 base game and games on my Nokia brick.

The benefits money he got, he tried to get me and my sister to a private school just for us to see what it was like, but it only lasted a year before he realised the money was not enough. Dad made me and my sister really study hard to get into an all-girls independent school - a school where you have to take exams to get in. I took those exams and got into the school in 2013. When dad saw the confirmation letter, he cried. All his hard work was paying off. That inspired him to try university out, doing computer science.

It was when I finished secondary school I got my first iPhone in 2018 from Dad as a “well done for completing your GCSEs” gift. However, I didn’t do good enough to do the subjects I wanted to go and do medicine, so I had to switch my course from Biology, Chemistry and Maths to English Language, Combined Science and Economics. I’m grateful for economics, made me understand the government and the world a bit more (and understand what the hell news was talking about most of the time)!

I was failing. Miserably. I was pressured from my school to retake the year, so my dad advised me to quit and join a community college instead. In there they let me to my 3 subjects to do Medicine at university. However, I was failing again, had health issues which lead to me having to quit school early. I never completed my A-Levels. I was stuck for months doing nothing when I decided to get a call centre job. Liked it but last for only 3 months. I was inspired to learn programming again but properly so I can get a job. I realised how hard for self-taught beginner programmers to get a job, and I knew I would be in the mix but my dad was already struggling at home and I needed money fast to help him.

I started looking for apprenticeships even if it doesn’t pay similarliy to a full time job, it’s something to help dad. I was still of age to apply to the ones I kept seeing so I applied to a bunch. No answer. I kept learning Python and JavaScript and applied more. Then one came back saying they wanted an interview. They didn’t tell me the first interview was going to be an exam?! Last an hour and a half and then they talked to me afterwards. Got another interview with them - exam. And the last was talking to one of the partners of the company.

When I told my Dad I got the apprenticeship, he cried again. I knew he felt like I was failing left right and centre and he was a little bit losing hope on me, but for everything he’s done for me and my sister, I couldn’t let him down. And guess what my Dad did when I told him I completed my apprenticeship last month? Yep, he cried.

And I thank the gods and the universe everyday for the opportunity I was given to have done an apprenticeship because I can help my family more as I do have people here and around the world who depend on me and want me to suceed, so I will take every chance and opportunity I can get.

Dad said "If you're entitled to it, grab it. Any opportunty, grab it. You never know when it'll come back to greet you again"

#my asks #my story #codeblr #coding #progblr #programming #computer science #cs studyblr #tech #privilege #study hard

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harrisonarchive · 1 year

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Photo by Bob Cato.

“‘I’ve always had fun,’ he says. ‘I was never that serious. Late on I got that cause for meditation. That’s serious. ‘I’m a Pisces — like two fish swimming in opposite directions. I’m very serious and I’m very unserious. Everything is relative. Yin, yang. Yes, no. Good, bad. Up, down. I have both sides.' […] ‘[Thirty-Three & 1/3 is] the most positive album I’ve done in a long time,’ Harrison observes. ‘Having gone through a few ups and downs and “loop de loop,” everything has seemed to click in place for me. The last couple months have been the climax of the past year. Things are feeling pretty good.’ Harrison’s conversation and demeanor — in public and in the privacy of his hotel room — exude an inner peace. He is unexpectedly gracious with scores of back-patting record company representatives. He accommodates autograph seekers and teen-aged girls with Instamatic cameras who gather in hotel lobbies. […] He is thin but looks healthy in a rust-colored jumpsuit over a Monty Python T-shirt. His sturdy, hollow face, highlighted by brown eyes and a dark brow, reflects an intriguing character. His shoulder-length dark brown hair is full and wavy. Harrison is alert, modest and straightforward. His memory is good and he is firm in his beliefs. The ex-Beatle has yet to understand Beatlemania. ‘It has become part of history and I just accept it. It doesn’t upset me. I can’t explain it. A part of my memory remembers being something to do with it. But at the same time, I look at it like you probably do. I say, “Who were they?“ It’s a very strange feeling. I don’t go around thinking I am a Beatle or was Beatle or am an ex-Beatle. I go around feeling I’m a person. I’m me. ‘I couldn’t tell you whether it was more difficult being a Beatle or an ex-Beatle. They overlap somehow. But with time, we should learn from our experiences. The whole thing in life is finding out what it’s about and how to deal with it. Now I feel more at rest with myself and so, consequently, it doesn’t matter what I’m doing, ya know. The point is not what you do, it’s how you do it and how much enjoyment you get from it.’” - from an article by Minneapolis Star staff writer Jon Bream, The Minneapolis Star, November 18, 1976 (x)

#George Harrison #quote #quotes about George #quotes by George #George and fame #The Beatles #Thirty Three And A Third #Monty Python #1976 #1970s #long read #(been transcribing a lot of interviews lately so long reads will probably be more frequent)#Pisces Fish #Harrison songwriting #Harrisongs #fits queue like a glove

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vivsemporium · 11 months

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The Australian Ghost bat (Macroderma gigas) is the country's largest microbat and the second largest globally. These bats are the only carnivorous bats in Australia, hence one of their common names the False Vampire. However, they do not drink blood, instead, they specialise in consuming insects, frogs, birds, lizards, and small mammals such as other bat species (such as the Bentwing, Horseshoe, Leafnosed, Little Cave Bat, and many species of the Sheath-tailed bats)

SIZE: The Ghost bat is 10 – 13cm long, has a wingspan of 500 mm, and weighs 130 – 170 grams.

LOCATION: They are found in tropical northern Australia, primarily in the Northern Pilbara and Kimberly regions in Western Australia. Northernmost areas of Northern Territory, and from Cairnes to Mount Etna in Queensland.

THREATS: Man-made: barbed wire fences, tree clearings, loss of old mines and caves, climate change, and tourism

Natural: wildfires, quolls, dingoes, and pythons

DEVELOPMENT: Once mating is complete, the sexes will separate themselves into gender-specific colonies. The females will form maternity groups of up to 1000 bats during the winter months to maintain body temperature as they naturally run quite low. A mother will birth one pup per year, taking three months to gestate. The pup will suckle milk for four weeks from the armpit and once they reach seven weeks, they will start learning how to fly and hunt. Weaning ends at 3 months, where the pups are now able to fly independently and they will reach sexual maturity for females at a year, whereas males will reach it at two years of age. The lifespan of wild Ghost bats is unknown, however, in captivity, they will live for approx. 8 – 13 years, the oldest being 20 years.

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servin-up-surveys · 2 months

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survey #232

Do people tell you you have cold hands? YUP!!!!!!!!! This happens a lot.

Do you feel that the shape of the pasta alters the taste? Not the taste. Just texture.

How often do you listen to rock music? If I'm listening to music, odds are incredibly high it's either metal or rock.

In games, do you like to roleplay as good or bad? During first playthroughs, good. I play the game how I feel I would actually do it.

What was your favourite colour when you were 10? Probably pink, lol.

When were you last in a hospital? Earlier this year because I had an asthma attack.

Is there an instrument you don't like the sound of? I'm sure there is if I actually took time to think about it.

Have you ever sponsored an animal? No. This is something I would do if I actually had money, though.

Would you rather be a kangaroo or a sea turtle? Kangaroo. I like social animals and being a sea turtle sounds so dangerous, no thanks to humans...

Do you like to get ready in the bathroom or the bedroom? I get dressed in my bedroom.

What's your favourite Coldplay song? "Paradise." I want it played at my funeral.

Do you have a favourite insect? Butterflies, moths, orchid mantises. I like giant millipedes, too.

Have you ever worn coloured contacts for Halloween? No.

Do you own a scooter? Not since I was a kid.

Which pastel colour is the nicest? Pink.

When did you last play a Mario game? It's been years, I was never big on Mario.

Ever owned an actual piggy bank? I believe so, as a child.

When did you last swing on a swing-set? It's been years. I'd be afraid to sit on a swing, weighing almost 300 pounds...

Do you study any subjects in your free time? German, but I could be more serious about it. I HAVE gotten more dedicated, but I could still be even better. I also like to learn about reptile husbandry (ball pythons especially to improve my own), and I will always read about meerkats if I come across an article from a source that seems reliable. I also like watching advice videos by successful photographers on YouTube, if that counts as "studying." I enjoy learning about their techniques and stuff.

Would you rather become fluent in 3 European languages or 3 Asian languages? Three European.

Are your bedroom curtains long or short? They're shutters, actually.

Have you ever been zip-lining? No, but it seems fun.

Did you carve a pumpkin this past year? No. :/ I say EVERY year I wanna do it, and then I don't. I need to fix that shit.

Have you volunteered in the past 6 months? No.

French fries or onion rings? French fries, easy. I'm picky with onion rings and can't eat a lot.

Why do you take surveys? I'm bored often, they kill time, and I like answering questions. Most importantly but most rarely, they also make me think and help me become more familiar with myself. I've even been made aware through them of things I need to fix.

Do you suffer from anxiety? Generalized and social, yes. Generalized has been very bad this past month or so.

Did you ever take a swimming class? No.

Favorite healthy snack? Does popcorn count?

Favorite Disney movie? The Lion King. I might like the second as much as the first, but I go back and forth.

Do you consider yourself an artist? Yes.

How well can you bake a cake? I've never tried.

Have you ever tasted banana milk? No, I doubt I'd like it.

How many pairs of skinny jeans do you think you own? I own zero jeans.

Do you own a pair of Converse sneakers? Yes, a couple.

If you see a bee in your house... are you going to kill it? I'm going to try to get it outside while possibly being very scared lol, a hornet or wasp would have me fucked up.

I’m ordering Chinese food; what do you want? My treat! Pork fried rice, eggroll if you can.

Do you have a cat? I do, name's Roman!

Ever been in love? Twice. I once thought three, but no, I just loved her. It was never like Jason and Girt with her.

Any piercings that you want? Nostril repierced, more on my ears, and collarbone microdermals if my collarbones are ever prominent again.

OTP? Richard and Paul shut up let me ship my old men

Favorite quote? I have a lot, but I'll highlight one I recently discovered that REALLY resonated with me, said by the character Karlach from Baldur's Gate 3: "There's no courage in fearlessness. There's courage in being fucking terrified, but still going forward. Still being grateful. Still trying."

Favorite singer? Freddie Mercury, of all time. I also like Patrick Stump from FOB.

How long does it take you to shower? 10-ish minutes.

The reason I joined Tumblr? I think originally it was for the Rhett & Link/GMM fandom.

Baked macaroni and cheese or regular? Regular, I hate baked.

What’s the first thing you learned how to draw? Idk.

Who wrote the last book you read? Erin Hunter.

What’s the middle name of your best friend? He doesn't have one.

How far away do you live from the closest aquarium? I don't know, honestly.

Who in your family has a birthday in January? Uh... no one that I know of. I was DUE in January.

What’s your favorite country song? Probably "When The Stars Go Blue" by Tim McGraw.

Pizza rolls or bagel bites? Pizza rolls. I was never big on bagel bites.

What’s the last show you really got into that you have to wait for the next season of? Extraordinary Attorney Woo.

When’s the last time you saw fireworks? I could see some fireworks from outside my window on the 4th.

Have you ever witnessed a car accident? Yes.

Do you own a pair of fuzzy socks? Yes.

Have you ever been skinny dipping? No.

Sprinkles or frosting? Frosting, I hate sprinkles.

Do you like mushrooms? Visually I love them, they're so diverse and look cool, but as food, no.

Have you ever worked in a grocery store? I worked at a dollar store.

What’s your Subway order? Italian bread, turkey, bacon, American cheese, banana peppers, pickles, Chipotle sauce. Next time I need to try warming it.

Do you know how to roller skate? I can rollerblade. The only time I used proper skates (two wheels on each side), I broke my wrist lmao

Can you read sheet music? I used to be able to. I could point out a few notes, I think.

What’s one food your family has at Thanksgiving? I hate nearly every single thing I've ever had at Thanksgiving, so I don't pay attention. I literally like honey ham (but not the way my sister's MIL prepares it) and the rolls. That's it.

Do you like painting? Actually no, it stresses me out. I took a class in college and I hated that erasing isn't a thing (yes, you can dry and paint over, I don't care, that's not an immediate fix), and it stressed me out that we weren't supposed to sketch, either.

Do you have to sleep with a fan on? Most of the year, yes. If I'm too cold in the winter, it's off.

Name one thing you put on a salad: I like bacon bits.

What’s the last thing you ordered from a Mexican restaurant? Literally hot wings and fries, I'm not kidding lmfao. It was an appetizer option I just made into a meal.

Do you carry a purse or a backpack? Purse.

What kind of soda is your favorite? Mountain Dew Voltage.

Do you like your in-laws? I cannot fucking stand my sister's husband's family. I'm not married yet, but I love my boyfriend's family.

Toe socks or ankle socks? Ugh neither, both are sensory nightmares for me.

Nachos or chips and salsa? Chips and salsa.

What’s the name of your pets? Roman, Venus, Cookie.

What’s your Chick-fil-A order? I only really eat there if it inconveniences those around me if I don't (like, so they don't have to go to two places), and in that case, I just get the normal sandwich and fries. I try not to support Bigot Bird.

Regular or pink lemonade? Pink.

Chinese or Japanese cuisine? Chinese, I guess, by default. Any Japanese I've tried, I didn't like.

Do you own a pair of Crocs? No, they're absolutely hideous and I've also slipped on Mom's just to step outside for whatever reason and I find them extremely uncomfortable.

Does anyone in your family have a birthday in February? Me, my niece.

What’s your Taco Bell order? Steak and cheese quesadillas with fiesta potatoes, normal Mountain Dew.

Have you ever lived in a trailer/doublewide? No.

Pizza or nacho lunchables? Nachos, the pizza Lunchable is appalling.

Have you ever been to a strip club? No.

Did you ever participate in any pageants when you were younger? Hell no.

What kind of cheese is your favorite? Just yellow American.

Make the perfect taco salad: I don't like taco salad.

Name a character from your favorite TV show: Mozart was my favorite in Meerkat Manor.

Do you like going to arcades? Yes.

What kind of meat do you like the most? Ham, probably.

Snakes or spiders? Snakes in general, but I probably like tarantulas specifically more than snakes.

Have you ever had your nails done professionally? Yes, but only because I tagged along with others.

Is anyone in your family in law enforcement? No.

What’s a fruit you dislike? Mango, as a fruit itself. Texture nightmare. I love mango-flavored stuff. Oh, I absolutely hate cherries and don't really like cherry-flavored stuff, either.

Make the perfect omelet: Just bacon, ham, and cheese, honestly... and salt and pepper, if you wanna count stuff like that I guess.

#survey #surveys

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Updates: I was self-sabotaging and in the end I almost missed two good opportunities.

How are you? I hope well.

I've had more instabilities in the last few days (if you follow me around here, you already know that this seems to be routine HEHUEHEH)

But things are improving and I've set some goals that have helped me feel more confident about where to go next.

Now I wanted to share news, what I learned in this process and what I will share from now on.

The prints above are from processes/scholarships that I was accepted.

The first is the Big data Engineer training proposed by a startup in the state where I live.

The second is training focused on the front-end (from Html to React.js and other soft skills)

The second one I applied for in February and I didn't even expect to be accepted, I took a simple question test and sent it on. This month I received acceptance and I was like "look how cool, I think I can learn well and the bank that sponsors it is famous in my country, so it will be nice to have it on my resume".

This is just a training, no possibility of hiring.

The first is precisely the point of self sabotage that I want to talk about.

Everything involving Data/AI is complex and a hell of a responsibility for me, so it's for everyone, but you have to put in a lot of effort. First I did the test there was SQL (I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW ANYTHING UHEUHEUE, Only with google searches and logic I got it) . And then there were issues with Matrix and Vectors AND I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO GRATEFUL TO NOVEMBER/DECEMBER BEA.

Thanks to all those exercises I managed to do (I just don't know how many I got right and how many I got wrong).

BUT here comes the self-sabotage I applied or signed up for this vacancy more than 3 times (the good and bad thing is that the platform kept the test, so it was only the first one I took) I was ALWAYS like: "I won't make it." "It's going to be too long for me", "I don't even have a background in math (they don't ask for math as a requirement, just a language and sql)", "I won't be approved", " I'm horrible at logic, even if I pass it will go wrong."

And so this week, before they reveal who passed, I wrote to myself again, with the feeling of "Whatever happens and that's it".

The result was yesterday but as nothing appeared in my email I thought,"I didn't pass and it's ok, let's continue with java"

-Yes, I started Java because I signed up for a Kotlin bootcamp sponsored by a good company. The best of this bootcamp could participate in their selection process. They don't pay well, but it would be enough to keep me going, so I just went.-

When I saw the notification in the email today I was in shock for many minutes, before and after HUEUEHUUE. "Did I really pass?"

In this program you can also have access to participate in the company's selection process. But no guarantee 100% work at the end.

I will try to focus more on the issue of doing my best in training and having it on my curriculum. (Strategy to regulate my anxiety). I want to work there, but I don't control the future, so I'll just focus on doing my best.

And this is where I wanted to encourage anyone reading this to try even if they don't think they can.

If I hadn't written myself again for the 4th time this week I wouldn't be in this training that will be good for my CV since I want to go to Artificial Intelligence.

Is afraid? Go scared! You can cross good doors and achieve things you never imagined. So for your future and also past versions, always try to believe or pretend to believe in yourself.I'm still trying, believe me

NOW WHAT WILL I POST?

I will post my routine with each of the classes.

First I'll need to level up my Python and SQL. So even though the big data training starts this week (it will be every day) the first week along with that I'm finishing that python course and practicing SQL.

While Big data will be every day from 19:00 2 hours each class, but I don't know how many classes a day yet. The Front-end are recorded classes and only 1 day a week we have live meetings and I'll probably have to reconcile both, but that's a problem for the future UHEHUEUE.

Maybe I'll separate it into 2 posts so I don't get so confused since they are different things.

I'm excited and wish those of you who are reading and trying to learn code to get good learning opportunities or jobs in the midst of everything that's going on.

Drink water and have a great weekend.

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Modes of Media etc (and Murderbot)

(This is not a meta. Just a kind of reflection on my addiction to the muderbot series.)

I enjoy reading, listening, and watching, but usually prefer reading to other ways of consuming (not sure it is the right word) stories. That is mainly because it is the most self-paced and I can pause anytime I want to savour it, or get puzzled over, go back a few pages to check, and so on. It also gives me the freedom to use my mental imagery - how it looks like, how it sounds like, how it smells like, and even how it feels like. If I watch a dramatised version afterwords, I can enjoy that, too. Even though they often have to edit them to make it shorter, less complex, etc., but it can give the images that I may have failed to create myself. Like, I could not have created that vast and beautiful cinematography of the Lord of the Rings.

I started listening to audiobooks about 2 years ago. I had had listened to some before that, but I started a subscription following my friend's recommendation. At first, I found it slightly stressful, because while it was handy to enjoy 'reading' while commuting to work, I often got distracted by outside stimuli. I also found that I needed to like the narrations as well as the story itself. With nonfiction, I find female (or higher pitched) voice easier to listen to, as it is less likely to be drowned out by train noises. But for fictions, I found a woman doing a man's voice by rather forcefully deepening the voice a teency bit distracting. I saw reviews on Audible that many people find men doing a woman's voice fake and distracting, but I seem ok with that so far. Maybe watching all these Monty Python and other British comedies where men pretending to be (very fake) women has immunised me. I don't know.

Anyway. I first encountered The Murderbot Diaries on Audible on my friend's recommendation. I was hesitant at first, because, I had watched some Sci-Fi dramas like Star Trek, but I had not read many sicence fiction or non-fiction, and was not sure my imagery skills were up to understanding it. Also, without any prior information, the word "Murderbot" gave me an impression of a horror-sci-fi. Like, a friendly domestic robot going on sudden murder-rampage type. So, I looked up some brief introduction of All Systems Red, and decided it to give it a try. With Audible subscription fee at £7.99 per month, I generally went for longer titles than 3 hours and 17 minutes (All Systems Red, by Kevin R. Free). (I am that shallow, I know. At primary school in Japan when we were allowed to take out 3 books max during summer holiday, I used to select them by their thickness...) Fortunately, the first 3 novellas were free to subscribers!

It was confusing at first. To a novice Sci-Fi reader, concepts like HubSystem, SecSystem, terraforming, feed communication, etc were a lot to take in. Also, there were lots of characters whose names were unfamiliar to me (maybe easy enough to native English speakers fluent in fantasy and sci-fi?), and it was impossible to keep track of who was who (except Dr Mensah and perhaps Gurathin), when I was just helplessly listening to the audiobook.

Nevertheless, I got hooked quite quickly. Murderbot is a very relatable character, and fortunately, the story did not start with its grim history - it started with its journey to learn to live with autonomy and to interact with people around it as a person, instead of a robot or an appliance. I loved its snarky and self-deprecating, but actually caring and vulnerable character.

I also liked the narration a lot. Kevin R. Free narrates with various voices and acting, but never overacting. He still leaves enough to our imaginations. At least that is how I feel. But since it was still difficult to understand with audio only, I got a Kindle version as well. Seeing all the unfamiliar names and terms spelt out was immensely helpful. But as I moved onto later books, I started having more and more of emotions. And wanted to revisit here and there to savour again, as well as analyse my reactions. So I ended up buying hardback editions as well. I don't think I have ever bought 3 versions of a book. And it was rather expensive, too. I don't have subscriptions to Apple TV, but I have the feeling that I may start that once Murderbot becomes available...

#tmbd #addiction that feels so good #murderbot #self reflection #audiobooks

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Shakey Sundays #8:

Ragged Glory

Some things are worth waiting for.

At age 14 I dedicated way too many hours to MTV, hoping to catch Neil Young's Mansion on the Hill. I'd seen the song's video just once; the network had seemingly played it a single time just to tease me.

During my weeks of hapless watching and waiting I tried to remember all the crazy stuff in the video; it entered my dreams and morphed. Had there really been a funeral? Who was dead? Was Young a ghost for all of it? Did a choir really sing the silly lyrics? Was that Neil in the gas station too? Were there dinosaurs at one point? Or was I making that part up? And how did guys my dad's age play such killer guitar?

Well, I never got my answers; instead I saw nothing but Motley Crue's Dr Feelgood. Over and Over Again.

But just now, 34 years later, and thanks to this new technology I'm learning to use called google, I finally got to see the video for Mansion on the Hill a second time.

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You can feel Young's burgeoning joy all over this silly video. He'd probably seen Monty Python and The Holy Grail only while stoned on tour and thought his opening gag was entirely original. He's not dead yet!

In midst of my hopeless adolescent search for the video I read in the LA Times that Young had made two additional videos for Ragged Glory, one of which involved high drama between a sexy couple on a balcony. But, reported the Times, neither video had any chance of ever getting a single second of airtime. The writer (it was probably Robert Hilburn, a total dad rock grump who routinely called Use Your Illusion 2 fantastic) mused in the piece on Young's possible motives: Was he delusional? Deceived? Nuts?

Well, making videos exactly how you wanted, which meant you knew would never be seen, sounded genius to me, and I quit watching MTV cold turkey in response. If they weren't going to play Neil Young they weren't going to have me.

I've been thinking about those mythical videos for 34 years straight now. Seriously, I've wondered about them once a month for 408 months in a row. I'm not proud to report this; I'm just a victim of the Dollar Bin (and Jerry Jeff Walker), living my life easy come, easy go...

And now, low and behold, here they are!

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Sure enough, this first one, for the hook-heavy Over and Over, has the balcony stuff; witness the serious, VH1 level, drama: a sexy lingerie lady (women in this era of music videos only wore lingerie; none of them owned pants) squares off with an Anthony Bandaras type dude; passion ensues while the band unrelatedly rocks. There's nothing silly enough here for Shakey-level greatness, although it does look like Young did indeed summon his Budokan era wind machines from the Shocking Pinks desertscape. Hurricane force winds are needed for most of Neil's videos.

And then there's the video least likely to ever be seen by me / anyone else as a kid. Had I been a MTV VG at the time, even I wouldn't have played this for fear of a FCC shutdown: there's the swearing in it, sure, but there's also the guitar solos at the 2:30, 3:30 and 4 minute marks that are so gnarly they do not seem safe for public consumption.

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Unlike the previous two videos from Ragged Glory, Fubbin' Up contains almost no plot; but half way through Neil does cavort with two different buxom ladies; someone has to stand in for Neil on stage and pretend to shred like him while he stumbles about with them. Neil Young's music videos: they make every Sunday Shakey.

As I've written previously, I do not own Ragged Glory on vinyl. (The lead photo above features my fired up cat and a record store promotion poster I got as a kid and have kept inside my copy of Live Rust ever since.) If you've got the record on vinyl and want to swap I'll gladly send you my copy of Old Ways in return (then I'll go buy another copy of that 80's masterpiece to mediocrity; I saw one yesterday for $8; where the hell were all the copies of Old Ways up until a year ago?).

Anyway, when I was 14 I bought Ragged Glory on tape and, truth be told, it was a little over my head. I loved it, sure, but like another perfect record of that era, The Cure's Disintegration, it was just too damn long for my adolescent attention level. I'd especially get lost during Love and Only Love and Love To Burn. The songs seemed interchangeable to me, and on some level they still do.

While we're at it, I'm gonna argue that those two songs heralded the often regrettable nature of Young's lyrics ever since; for every weird and spectral song like Without Rings or Music Arcade there are four or five that remind me not to forget love.

Memo to Neil: I am not in danger of forgetting about love. I'm happily married, and I am familiar with The Sermon on the Mount. But when I drop the needle, I want visitors from space in my Neil Young songs; I want to picture him walking down main street: not the sidewalk, but MAIN street.

But who am I kidding: I can't complain about Love to Burn or Love and Only Love, or anything else on this vital and classic record. No other 45 year old ever rocked this hard. At 45 Stephen Stills stayed fat and laid an egg. Just get this: Young permanently blew out his hearing not on tour for the record but while mixing the live album that followed. How cool is that? At 45 years old, while the rest of us were acting like grown-ups, he sat in a studio and listened to himself shredding at 11, thereby damaging his ears. When I was 45 the loudest thing I did was shout at the Dodgers. And it worked: they won the World Series.

But Neil kept up his revived crazy brilliance from this era long term. Check him out using Love and Only Love to lay siege to Farm aid with Ralph, Billy and Poncho in tow ten years later:

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But at age 14 I never really understood Ragged Glory. It's not an album for teenagers. Metaphors such as, "like a little girl, who couldn't wait" only made sense when I had a daughter of my own, finally asleep at 2am on Christmas eve. It was in moments like that when I wanted to chug a cold one and high step my way around the kitchen, listening to Ragged Glory on headphones. Over and over again...

But I started unlocking the record years before, late in high school. My buddy Matt, a MIT-bound, state champion wrestler in the 150 pound class when he should have weighed an easy 180, was the only person I knew on earth who was as gnarly as Young's soloing on Truckin' Up. And Matt spoke up at lunch one day, when we were probably late for Physics, and told us the story of his 10 mile run the day before after 3 hours of push-ups and brawling on a mat.

Matt had listened to Ragged Glory on his walkman during that run and wanted to report that Forking Up was the greatest song ever written. It was even better, he claimed, that his other favorite Neil song, Homegrown.

I was really into TS Eliot and The Pixies at that point; so he sounded full of crap. But as I listened to him recite Neil's nonsensical, bone-headed lyrics my future self reached out to me and ordered that I sit up and listen; Matt had a point.

Dogs that lick And dogs that bite Hounds that howl Through the night Broken leashes Are all over the floor Keys left hanging In a swinging door.

Amen, Matt. The world is nonsensical and bone-headed. As the great Bob Pollard once warbled, sometimes you need to slay the beast and win the cup. Sometimes you need to fook things up and then scream about it.

There's a lot more to say about Ragged Glory but I'll pause here: happily, Young put out a new extended version of the record, aptly titled Smell the Horse, recently. Writing about it will make some future Sunday Shakey all over again.

#Youtube #neil young #and crazy horse #shakey sundays #stephen stills sucks

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