#line detection in image processing

[grimdarling69]

Another de aged Dan and Ellie story or otherwise known as Crack

Pt 1 Pt2

If only Clark hadn't been busy tracking Luthor, he would have been able to save his nephew, his sons best friend.

Once again, Lex Luthor has sabotaged him. He didn't even need kryptonite to do it this time. After Lexs mental breakdown, he had apparently gone off the grid, and unsurprisingly, he wasn't able to hear anything from him. According to the snippets from Lexs staff he had apparently refused to answer to his name, started to hate it, and called his board a " bunch of idiotic bimbos who only appear to work so they could buy expensive cars and whores".

It's definitely a mental breakdown or a possession. Lex doing something to damage his image? Unheard of. Possession didn't seem likely. What kind of person posseses a ceo just to insult his board and completely change their personality? They'd be immediately noticed.

He had been investigating Lex's disappearance for the past month and a half and had only succeeded in not being around to stop his nephew from committing suicide.

Bruce had called out for him, but being halfway across the world he couldn't make it in time, and consequently Damian made it over the bridge and he had been searching for his body for the past 3 hours and he still couldn't find him.

He had never seen Dick so shaken before. Jason had barely been able to stop him from following his brother over the bridge. After he arrived on the scene, Jason started to take his brother home.

"Find his body." He had told him before turning and wrangling Dick onto his own bike

"Stop, Jay. I have to find him. Please... Uncle Clark, please. You have to bring him home. I have to... " He could hear Dick plead with them the whole way back to the cave.

He could only bring their bikes home.

They had now all retired to the cave. He was ignoring Alfred calling Steph and Cass in the other room. Ignoring their desperate denials and begging to be told it was just a cruel prank. Ignoring Dick's full body sobs into Jason's arms, shaking them both. Ignoring Bruce's absent look and ignoring how similar Bruce and Jason's grief was.

Tim, luckily, hadn't broken his leg like what they originally had thought, only popped his knee out at such an angle it looked like it. Alfred had already reset it and listed his usual recovery despite Tim not even pretending to listen to it this time. Duke had already helped him upstairs, eyes red and swollen.

Finally the the tense silence came to an end.

"Did you find anything?" Bruce, one of his oldest and closest friends, asked, his voice calm and steady, his heart unwavering as ever but he knew better.

"I'm sorry."

"Search again."

Just as he was about to fly out again, the elevator opened.

"I found this in Damian's room." Tim hurriedly spoke he was already rushing past him on his crutches to the evidence processing, not even explaining what "this" even is.

"Tim. Explain." Bruce rushing and limped past him following quickly.

Like father, like son.

"What is it?" He turned to look at Dick, he had tear stains but his eyes were dryer his mouth was set in a firm line but he was leaning heavily on his younger brother.

"Tim found something." He responded quietly, and he continued on following his friend.

They sat silently together while Tim and Bruce worked together without speaking like a well-oiled machine firm in it's objective.

He'd say Jason was as still as a corpse with his eyes glazed over unseeing, but that observation was far from appropriate,considering everything.

99% Match found. Partial fingerprints detected unknown. The computer had finally accounted after 15 minutes of silence.

He and Jason waited for Bruce and Tim to tell them instead of jumping like Dick did to get the first look. He doubted Jason could get up, Jason was strong so strong, but he was still so young.

They all were.

Especially Damian, despite all his headstrong confidence and borderline arrogance, he will still only fourteen.

Only fourteen years old and dead by suicide.

He still needed to tell Jon he was buying time by the well-timed expedition of him and Kon already off planet and galaxy on whatever Kon called "brotherly bonding with a little bit of interplanetary fighting and toppling monarchies splashed in and maybe we'll catch a movie on the way home" they had joined some green lanterns to help rescue some new green lanterns who got in between a revolution on accident. He remembers researching for days before letting Jon go, but even just the name of the planet now escapes him.

It all seemed so trivial now.

He had seen what became of Dick and Bruce when Jason had died when Dick had been off-planet, and Bruce hadn't reached out to tell him. He just hoped Jon could forgive him.

"Clark. Where is Lex Luthor." Bruce demanded turning to finally look him in the eyes.

"I'm not sure. Lex went underground a month and half ago. Why? What does he have to do with this?" Clark asked carefully. He had to be careful not to set Bruce off.

" AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN BOTHER TELLING ME? Bruce's voice rose exponentially.

Too late, he couldn't help but think.

"His fingerprints are all over this goddamn envelope. Whatever was inside made Damian kill himself, and you're asking what does it matter!"

"How do we know?" Dick spoke softly, his eyes still glued to the results.

Everybody turned at the same time. Jason's head snapping so fast he winced.

"Know... Know what?" Tim asks him just as softly.

" How do we know Damian is.. is dead?" He spoke again, looking up to glance at them all.

" I know Damian. He's my.. my...He wouldn't just kill himself. He couldn't have. He showed no signs of ever even contemplating it. Not even... Damian would have told me.. Would have trusted me to help him. Lex must have taken him or.. or somehow lured him away." Dick spoke hurriedly or desperate but still completely convinced.

"Chum.."

"FUCK!" Jason exclaimed standing up and kicking his chair sending into the wall hard enough to crack the plastic. His hands shook like they were itching to wrap around someone's throat. They twitched and he ran his hands through his hair, his eyes were greener than ever and glowed so strong there seemed to be a small headlight in front of him almost.

"He could be out there being tortured or worse! And we are just sitting here twiddling our thumbs like FUCKING BABIES!" His voice grew louder and louder until he was screaming into their faces.

"Jaylad-" Bruce started just by hearing that name he knew whatever Bruce was going to say was going to be the complete wrong thing.

"We are going to find him. No matter what it takes. I never gave up on Bruce, and i can't give up in my baby brother either." Tim spoke up, his voice unwavering his heartbeat never stuttering, not even once.

He risked a glance at Bruce. His old friends face was softer, looking at his sons, but his frown was determined, and he tilted his head in the way he always did when he wasn't going to give up.

They were going to bring him home. They just had too.

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Crack

Boy, was Damian glad about this storm. He quickly realized that he couldn't use more than one of his powers at one time. He was able to make it to the coordinates of the apparent luxurious island Vlad was hiding out on.

He was expecting actual underground, not just some shell company bought island decked in lead and man-made waterfall galore.

He was absolutely soaking wet and shivering by the time he crashed onto the island. The storm just kept on thundering down on him, plastering his clothes and hair to his face in clumps. He better not get sick from this.

Cold fog escaped his throat, and he shivered even more.

"Daniel! Is that really you?" Lex fucking Luthor called out after he'd been laying exhausted and chilled to the bone in the grimy muddy sand for a few minutes.

"Hey, fruitloop." Was the first and last thing that he said before promptly passing out.

[bobacupcake]

Or! Very different! Return of the Obra Dinn

ok now THIS i have absolutely no idea. i have been thinking about her ever since it came out and i am at a complete loss. so i will do some digging

ok SO. it does something super similar to what i was speculating for sable by rendering the scene to a texture for edge detection. each individual part is given a random color so it can know what to draw lines between

it also passes lighting + some extra colors to pick which textures & dither pattern to use. red here is the lighting!

they found a way to have all that information in just one texture but i showed both of them just for claritys sake. in the actual game it only needs one!! super fast

and then we have the part that i have had nooo idea how they did, the final result with all the dithering. this is done in a full screen post process effect!

i know theres way to convert images into 1-bit dithered images using something called a dither pattern, but i dont 100% understand the technology behind it

i also know its incredibly hard to make look good when moving the camera around. and so did the guy making obra dinn! so he spent 100 hours experimenting to get it to look natural and finally cracking it by mapping the dither pattern to a sphere that follows you, and sampling the sphere from the angle you look at things from

hereee's my sources if you wanna go more in-depth !

https://forums.tigsource.com/index.php?topic=40832.msg1363742#msg1363742

https://forums.tigsource.com/index.php?topic=40832.msg1124342#msg1124342

https://forums.tigsource.com/index.php?topic=40832.msg1124342#msg1124342

[emmetverse]

> cd X:/octan/rx/m40/av

> dir

It had been a long time since Threes had last done this. Wires in these ports, people looking at his code. Part of him couldn't help but wonder if everything was still in working order after being unmonitored for so long.

He'd been asked a couple of times about what various things meant: abbreviations, lines of seeming gibberish that were somehow load bearing... He didn't know. He'd never known. Heck, if he knew how to edit all that stuff, he wouldn't be in this situation.

He paused. That was probably why.

> lis recog

error id : ObjectNotFound: (lis:String) [], CommandNotFoundException

> list recog

lb_r.rg = true

lb_c.ot = true

lb_tgt.rg = true

mb_tgt.rg = true

gcbc_r.rg = true

gcbc_c.ot = false

gcbc_tgt.rg = true

vel_r.rg = true

vel_c.ot = false

vel_tgt.rg = false

rb_r.rg = true

rb_c.ot = false

rb_tgt.rg = false

other_tgt.rg = true

He closed his eyes for a moment, taking in a small breath. He didn't know what they were looking at, but it felt like a wave of nausea heading through him. His brain didn't like the way the computer was being messed with. He ignored it, pushing it back. He just needed to adjust.

He let out the breath.

> list lb_tgt.rg

password:

> list lb_tgt.rg true

null

password:

> y

null

password:

> lordbusinessiscool78

null

password:

The techs begun chattering quietly amongst one another. One mentioned something about a homemade program that they used for 'situations like this'.

He didn't like the sound of that. Of course, they asked him before doing so, but he'd honestly let them do anything at this point.

> run passbreak04.exe

"Is this python? Seriously?"

"It works!"

Running passbreak04.exe

> list lb_tgt.rg

Running virus diagnostic.

He felt it before he noticed it.

The twist in the back of his mind. The small nervous impulses pushing his body to flood with adrenaline.

One of the techs mentioned something about an increased heart rate.

Security threat detected.

"Er, I'm not liking the look of this error."

Threes' eyes darted over to the screen. Why were they looking? Weren't they meant to be looking through files and all that? They shouldn't be prying where they're not needed.

No, a small voice reminded him, They're here to help.

He nodded, mostly to himself. He didn't care if he looked crazy. They were here to help. He needed to just take a breath, and relax.

Just don't think about what's going on. Think about that time it was a really hot day and Mom got him ice cream after school. Or the tiny bird who landed on the windowsill outside his bedroom yesterday. Both are good things. Good, calm things.

He let his lungs empty as slowly as he dared. The sound of it was like a soothing white noise. Like waves on a beach. In - one, two, three. Out - one, two, three. In...

Error. His breath caught in his throat.

Security threat identified.

His metal fingers splintered the wood of the chair he was in. He didn't even realise he'd been holding on. His wrist felt like it was chained down despite the fact he could clearly see it wasn't.

No.

No he couldn't. He could see his hand, he knew he could see his hand, but it was like the images wouldn't make their way to his brain. He felt like he was in a dream. Everything he saw was fuzzy; unreal, broken. Everything he heard was so clear that it cut through his brain like a knife. Not a word of it was processed.

Slowly, unsteadily, he looked down at his arm once more. He slowly released his vice grip on the chair. His hand turned as if moved by another, flipping for him to look at his own palm. Assessment: No damage.

other_tgt.rg updated:

4UD D22 SL6

7J9 RDD 0YL

0Y3 O81 DB4

X29 17E 2JD

Threes' head whipped around, his eyes fixing on the techs behind him.

There was barely a beat before-

SyntaxError: unexpected token return

at module_compile (module.oc:407:28)

His blade swung down, snagging on the wires that were still attached to his neck and head. The copper insides snapped and buckled, and the force yanked a couple of the wires out. He reeled back, his legs momentarily threatening to give way -

Failed to load resource: int::ERR_04

Failed to load resource: int::ERR_04

Failed to load resource: int::ERR_04

Failed to load resource: int::ERR_04

Failed to load resource: int::ERR_04

Failed to load resource: int::ERR_04

- He caught his balance, grabbing on to the wall with his free hand. His eyes locked on to his targets. He wasn't looking at them. They were just two cameras pointed in the direction of his prey.

Analysis error: missing pathwª¥ a‡ /r×

His feet slipped as he launched once more. He missed skin by a hairwidth.

He didn't care.

He swung again.

[sirfrogsworth]

This is just going to keep happening and getting worse. And I don't really have a great solution for it.

People are going to hurt a lot of artists with AI accusations even when they use traditional methods.

I've already been guilty of this a few times. There was a guy posting product photos and saying it was his "first time" trying the genre. I told him it was AI because it takes months or years to get to that level. But then he showed me his RAW photos. It wasn't until later I realized saying you are a "beginner" when you aren't is a common tactic to get more likes on a post.

In the photo contest I entered I saw this entry from another photographer...

I looked up his work and this is just his style. For some reason this model's facial proportions combined with the photographer's surreal editing style made it seem uncanny valley to me.

I kick myself every time I fall into this trap. Because several of my more surreal Photoshop manipulations were accused of looking like AI. And it really felt sucky.

The AI "detectors" I've used are all shite. Until they can explain exactly how they detected something might be AI, there is no way to trust the results.

But also, using AI tools to help create art is vastly different from being a prompt "artist." I don't think my photos should be flagged just because I upscaled them or erased a bush or some power lines.

One suggestion I've seen is artists recording their editing process on every image. I don't have the energy for that.

What a mess.

[httpvomitello]

Could I request a mini fic or just one shot where after the 2nd bay movie the NYPD calls them while going over shredders stuff and turns out he has a daughter = us no one knew about and she's Already got a big ass criminal record and them and the nypd with april and casey see an old tape of videos how shredder raised her from baby on and meet her that same night? 🤩

Hello, Sorry it took me so long to write. But I hope you like it anyway! ♡♡♡♡

All For One We Fight Together

*⁠.⁠✧

It was a quiet night in the lair when Donnie’s phone buzzed with an unexpected call. He answered quickly, his expression shifting from surprise to concern as he realized who was on the other end.

“Uh, Leo,” Donnie muttered, lowering his phone. “You’re going to want to hear this.”

The team gathered around as he put the call on speaker. The detective’s voice came through the line. “We could use your help with something. During a raid on Shredder’s property, we found… well, some files. And you’re going to want to see them.”

After a hasty call to April and Casey, the team made their way to the police precinct, slipping in through a side door to avoid drawing too much attention. Inside, a small group of NYPD officers waited, April and Casey beside them.

The detective led them to a dimly lit room, a projector set up with an array of tapes stacked nearby. “Shredder kept some things hidden,” she explained. “What we found… it’s about his daughter.”

“Wait, Shredder had a daughter?” Leo asked, disbelief etched across his face. The brothers exchanged bewildered glances, trying to process this revelation.

“Not just a daughter,” April added, her voice shaky. “She’s got a long record—assault, theft, you name it. And we have no idea how much she knows about all of… this.”

The detective hit play, and the grainy image flickered to life on the screen.

The video began with a darkened room, where a much younger Shredder held a tiny, swaddled baby in his arms. Despite his usual cold demeanor, there was a softness in his expression as he whispered to her, a voice the brothers had never heard before.

“This world is dangerous, my child,” he said, his tone surprisingly tender. “But you will be strong. I will teach you to survive, to be powerful.”

The image faded, replaced by clips over the years: Shredder training you from a young age, teaching martial arts, weapon handling, and tactics. As you grew, your skills sharpened under his strict discipline. He had molded you into a warrior, his successor.

In one clip, you stood bruised and bloodied, looking up at Shredder with fierce determination, not an ounce of fear in your eyes. “Is that all you’ve got?” you spat, a hint of pride flickering in Shredder’s gaze as he watched his daughter push herself to her limits.

Raphael, fists clenched, muttered, “No kid should have to go through that. He didn’t raise her—he trained her like a weapon.”

The final clip showed her, now a young adult, facing Shredder in what looked like a mock combat scenario. You moved with lethal precision, face hardened. Your training had shaped you into something formidable, someone dangerous. The tape ended, the silence in the room thick and heavy.

“So… where is she now?” Leo asked, his voice a low whisper.

The detective glanced at the brothers. “We’ve tracked her to the city. She’s already on the move, and from what we can tell, she’s been active on the streets. She’s… well, she’s got a reputation.”

Casey whistled low. “You guys ready for another potential Shredder-level situation?”

Mikey shook his head. “We’re not dealing with another Shredder. She didn’t choose this—she had it forced on her. We’ve gotta at least try talking to her.”

That night, they found you.

You are perched on a rooftop, your back to them, silhouetted against the neon glow of the city. Your stance was tense, alert, like a predator ready to pounce. They approached slowly, Leo leading with cautious steps.

“You’ve been watching me, haven’t you?” you called, not even turning to face them. Your voice was cold, calculated, as if she’d been expecting them.

Leo took a deep breath, his tone steady. “We’re not here to fight. We wanted to meet you, to talk.”

Finally, she turned, and the brothers got their first look at Shredder’s daughter. Her gaze was piercing, her expression unreadable, and yet there was a glimmer of curiosity in her eyes.

“You’re the ones who took down my father.” Your eyes narrowed as you assessed each of them. “And now you come here… why?”

Mikey stepped forward. “Because… you’re not him. We saw the tapes. We know how he raised you, but you don’t have to keep living like that.”

The silence between you and the turtles stretched, heavy and tense. You could feel the weight of their sympathy, their misguided attempt to “help” you—though to you, it felt more like pity. Leonardo, was still watching you, his expression unreadable, but the softness in his eyes only deepened your resolve.

“I don't have to live like this?” You scoffed, stepping back, eyes narrowing. “What I don't need is people sticking their noses where they don't belong. Especially not a bunch of do-gooders who think they understand me.”

Raph bristled, fists clenching as he took a step forward. “Oh yeah? Maybe we don’t know everything, but we know you got dealt a crappy hand. That doesn’t mean you gotta be just like him.”

“Like him?” You cut him off, your voice venomous as you glared. “Shredder didn’t make me this way. He prepared me, trained me for a world where weakness gets you killed. You don’t get it. None of you do.” The frustration boiled over, and you clenched your fists, channeling every ounce of your bitterness and resentment.

Leo put his hands up, palms out in a placating gesture. “We’re not your enemy. We just want to help.”

You let out a bitter laugh, backing up into a fighting stance. “Help? Let’s see if you can even keep up.”

Without warning, you launched forward, catching them off guard. Your movements were quick, lethal, honed from years of intense, brutal training under Shredder’s watchful eye. You targeted Donnie first, sweeping his bo staff out from under him with a precise kick, sending him sprawling to the ground.

Raph lunged at you, but you sidestepped him with ease, twisting his arm behind his back and throwing him forward into Mikey, who barely managed to keep his balance. “Raph, wait!” Leo shouted, but it was too late. You’d already struck, and both Mikey and Raph went down, scrambling to regain their footing.

Leo moved in, and he was quick—quicker than you’d expected. His katanas flashed, each strike deliberate as he tried to pin you down, to wear you out without harming you. But you saw through his strategy and dodged, slipping past his guard and knocking one of his blades out of his hand.

Leo stumbled back, clutching his side, but his gaze never wavered. “You don’t have to keep fighting,” he said, his voice barely a whisper.

“Fighting is all I know. If you try to get in my way, you'll be dead.” With that, you spun on your heel, bolting toward the edge of the rooftop. They were still recovering, and before any of them could reach you, you’d leapt off, vanishing into the shadows of the city below.

The brothers watched, stunned, as you disappeared into the night. Mikey rubbed the back of his head, wincing. “Well, she’s got moves. Gotta give her that.”

Raph muttered under his breath, frustration evident. “We should’ve gone harder on her. She’s a real threat.”

Donnie, still catching his breath, sighed. “So what now? Just let her go?”

Leo’s gaze hardened. “We don’t stop watching. We’ll keep an eye on her. Now we know that she is not willing to cooperate with us.”

And with that, the turtles knew they couldn't look down on you. You could be like Shredder or... Something much worse.

[spacetimewithstuartgary]

Strongest hints yet of biological activity outside the solar system

Astronomers have detected the most promising signs yet of a possible biosignature outside the solar system, although they remain cautious.

Using data from the James Webb Space Telescope (JWST), the astronomers, led by the University of Cambridge, have detected the chemical fingerprints of dimethyl sulfide (DMS) and/or dimethyl disulfide (DMDS), in the atmosphere of the exoplanet K2-18b, which orbits its star in the habitable zone.

On Earth, DMS and DMDS are only produced by life, primarily microbial life such as marine phytoplankton. While an unknown chemical process may be the source of these molecules in K2-18b’s atmosphere, the results are the strongest evidence yet that life may exist on a planet outside our solar system.

The observations have reached the ‘three-sigma’ level of statistical significance – meaning there is a 0.3% probability that they occurred by chance. To reach the accepted classification for scientific discovery, the observations would have to cross the five-sigma threshold, meaning there would be below a 0.00006% probability they occurred by chance.

The researchers say between 16 and 24 hours of follow-up observation time with JWST may help them reach the all-important five-sigma significance. Their results are reported in The Astrophysical Journal Letters.

Earlier observations of K2-18b — which is 8.6 times as massive and 2.6 times as large as Earth, and lies 124 light years away in the constellation of Leo — identified methane and carbon dioxide in its atmosphere. This was the first time that carbon-based molecules were discovered in the atmosphere of an exoplanet in the habitable zone. Those results were consistent with predictions for a ‘Hycean’ planet: a habitable ocean-covered world underneath a hydrogen-rich atmosphere.

However, another, weaker signal hinted at the possibility of something else happening on K2-18b. “We didn’t know for sure whether the signal we saw last time was due to DMS, but just the hint of it was exciting enough for us to have another look with JWST using a different instrument,” said Professor Nikku Madhusudhan from Cambridge’s Institute of Astronomy, who led the research.

To determine the chemical composition of the atmospheres of faraway planets, astronomers analyse the light from its parent star as the planet transits, or passes in front of the star as seen from the Earth. As K2-18b transits, JWST can detect a drop in stellar brightness, and a tiny fraction of starlight passes through the planet’s atmosphere before reaching Earth. The absorption of some of the starlight in the planet’s atmosphere leaves imprints in the stellar spectrum that astronomers can piece together to determine the constituent gases of the exoplanet’s atmosphere.

The earlier, tentative, inference of DMS was made using JWST’s NIRISS (Near-Infrared Imager and Slitless Spectrograph) and NIRSpec (Near-Infrared Spectrograph) instruments, which together cover the near-infrared (0.8-5 micron) range of wavelengths. The new, independent observation used JWST’s MIRI (Mid-Infrared Instrument) in the mid-infrared (6-12 micron) range.

“This is an independent line of evidence, using a different instrument than we did before and a different wavelength range of light, where there is no overlap with the previous observations,” said Madhusudhan. “The signal came through strong and clear.”

“It was an incredible realisation seeing the results emerge and remain consistent throughout the extensive independent analyses and robustness tests,” said co-author Måns Holmberg, a researcher at the Space Telescope Science Institute in Baltimore, USA. 

DMS and DMDS are molecules from the same chemical family, and both are predicted to be biosignatures. Both molecules have overlapping spectral features in the observed wavelength range, although further observations will help differentiate between the two molecules.

However, the concentrations of DMS and DMDS in K2-18b’s atmosphere are very different than on Earth, where they are generally below one part per billion by volume. On K2-18b, they are estimated to be thousands of times stronger - over ten parts per million.

“Earlier theoretical work had predicted that high levels of sulfur-based gases like DMS and DMDS are possible on Hycean worlds,” said Madhusudhan. “And now we’ve observed it, in line with what was predicted. Given everything we know about this planet, a Hycean world with an ocean that is teeming with life is the scenario that best fits the data we have.”

Madhusudhan says that while the results are exciting, it’s vital to obtain more data before claiming that life has been found on another world. He says that while he is cautiously optimistic, there could be previously unknown chemical processes at work on K2-18b that may account for the observations. Working with colleagues, he is hoping to conduct further theoretical and experimental work to determine whether DMS and DMDS can be produced non-biologically at the level currently inferred.

“The inference of these biosignature molecules poses profound questions concerning the processes that might be producing them” said co-author Subhajit Sarkar of Cardiff University.

“Our work is the starting point for all the investigations that are now needed to confirm and understand the implications of these exciting findings,” said co-author Savvas Constantinou, also from Cambridge’s Institute of Astronomy.

“It’s important that we’re deeply sceptical of our own results, because it’s only by testing and testing again that we will be able to reach the point where we’re confident in them,” Madhusudhan said. “That’s how science has to work.”

While he is not yet claiming a definitive discovery, Madhusudhan says that with powerful tools like JWST and future planned telescopes, humanity is taking new steps toward answering that most essential of questions: are we alone?

“Decades from now, we may look back at this point in time and recognise it was when the living universe came within reach,” said Madhusudhan. “This could be the tipping point, where suddenly the fundamental question of whether we’re alone in the universe is one we’re capable of answering.”

TOP IMAGE: Astronomers have detected the most promising signs yet of a possible biosignature outside the solar system, although they remain cautious. Using data from the James Webb Space Telescope (JWST), the astronomers, led by the University of Cambridge, have detected the chemical fingerprints of dimethyl sulfide (DMS) and/or dimethyl disulfide (DMDS), in the atmosphere of the exoplanet K2-18b, which orbits its star in the habitable zone. Credit A. Smith, N. Madhusudhan (University of Cambridge)

LOWER IMAGE: The graph shows the observed transmission spectrum of the habitable zone exoplanet K2-18 b using the JWST MIRI spectrograph. The vertical shows the fraction of star light absorbed in the planet's atmosphere due to molecules in the planet's atmosphere. The data are shown in the yellow circles with the 1-sigma uncertainties. The curves show the model fits to the data, with the black  curve showing the median fit and the cyan curves outlining the 1-sigma intervals of the model fits. The absorption features attributed to dimethyl sulphide and dimethyl disulphide are indicated by the horizontal lines and text. The image behind the graph is an illustration of a hycean planet orbiting a red dwarf star. Credit A. Smith, N. Madhusudhan (University of Cambridge)

[ceasarslegion]

I have a TSA question. I go on a flight in a few days and I was planning on wearing my packer. Yay or nay? Like will it cause anything to flag me like with sweatpants and stuff?

It depends on what line you go through. I personally wouldnt recommend wearing it in the security line just in case you end up at the body scanner (which is more likely if you dont have a reason to get into the priority disability line) but i recommend instead putting it in your bag and then putting it back on in the washroom after you get through.

The reason the body scanner doesnt like items like binders and packers is because of how the technology works. We arent trying to target trans people (like all those conspiracy theories claim), its just a case of technology being fussy in the way its designed.

The way it works is that it takes the radio waves that are already in the background radiation of the universe and points them all at you. They penetrate clothes but bounce off skin, and anything unusual that isnt usually on a human being of any gender/sex pops up on a generic stick figure as a yellow box that we have to pat down. It knows what all sets and combinations of genitals and breast tissue are, that is not an issue. It doesnt like packers because to tech like that it detects a big dense mass of matter it can pass through before it hits your skin with packers, and a big dense strapped on blob squished very tightly against your chest with binders. That doesnt make radio waves very happy. Thats why those two things alarm, we arent targeting trans passengers (not directed at you, just in general at the shit ive seen people say about my job). If youre still not convinced, well... we dont want to touch strangers' crotches all day either. We dont get paid enough for that straight up.

And if youre worried about the officer on x ray who sees whats in your bag, dont be. We see so many sex toys, dildos, penis molds, vibrators, butt plugs, everything under the sun related to genitals every single day. And if we're on x ray we have no idea what bag is which passenger's. I almost guarantee they will be totally unfazed by it and forget about it the moment they get the next bag. The only time id be worried about it getting pulled is if you got a new guy who hasnt seen enough yet. And even if your bag does get pulled, they will forget about it the moment you leave. We process thousands of people every single day, see thousands of images, search thousands of bags, we all have occupational face blindness unless you give us a reason to remember your face (which a packer in a bag is not going to be one. We have all had the rite of passage of either marking a dildo on our first week or searching a bag because a newbie marked a dildo and now we HAVE to look at it. Dude please look at the shape 😭)

Hopefully that answers your question and makes you feel a bit more reassured!

[mjonthetrack]

shine

Chapter 63: You Came

Zariya looked up at the sound of his voice, her body stiffening before she rose from the table like something in her had just snapped loose.

“Jimmy—”

He crossed the kitchen in three long strides, his heart pounding harder than it ever did on any field. The second her voice cracked, he was there—wrapping his arms around her, crushing her against his chest like she might disappear if he let go.

“I’m here,” he whispered, pressing his nose to her hair. “I’m here, Zari.”

She didn’t answer at first—just buried her face into him with a sob she couldn’t bite back. The detective stepped aside quietly, giving them space, but neither of them noticed.

“You didn’t answer,” she mumbled into his chest. “I didn’t know what to do, Jimmy—I came in and the door was open and—” her voice hitched. “That photo… the knife—”

“I know,” he said tightly, like it hurt him to even think of it. “Ari told me outside. Baby, I’m so sorry. I should’ve been here.”

Her arms wound tighter around his waist, and he felt the slight tremble in her hands, in her breath.

“I was so scared,” she whispered, voice raw. “I didn’t know if they were still here. And I thought—what if you came by? What if—”

“I’m okay. You’re okay,” he said, gently tipping her chin up. “Look at me, Zari.”

She did. Eyes glassy. Vulnerable. And furious. And heartbroken.

“I thought you were gonna lose it when you saw what they did to that photo,” she admitted.

Jimmy’s jaw flexed hard, like he had to physically stop himself from storming back outside and hunting someone down.

“Don’t worry about the picture,” he said roughly. “It’s replaceable. You’re not.”

That made her eyes glisten again, lips trembling.

“I just… I didn’t know what else to do. I couldn’t get either of you on the phone and I panicked.”

“I know,” he said, brushing her cheek with his thumb. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there sooner. But I’m here now. And no one’s getting near you again.”

She nodded weakly, leaning into his palm, grounding herself in his presence.

“Are you staying?” she asked quietly.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Zariya closed her eyes at that. Took a breath. Then opened them again, steadier this time.

“Okay,” she murmured. “Okay.”

Chapter 64: Lines Crossed

From the porch, Jey stood frozen beside Ari as uniformed officers moved in and out of the house. Ari’s arms were crossed tightly over her chest, eyes tracking every cop that stepped past her like she was ready to bite someone’s head off.

Jimmy hadn’t come back out since barreling inside to find Zariya, and it was killing both of them not knowing what the hell was going on.

One of the detectives, a tall man with a somber look, stepped outside and spotted them.

“You’re with her?” he asked Jey, who nodded once, his jaw tense.

“I’m her brother’s… I’m close to the family. What’s the situation?”

The detective glanced down at his notes, then sighed.

“It’s not just a busted photo and the knife through the wall image. We’re still processing the scene, but—” He hesitated. “Someone went through her bedroom. Deliberately.”

Ari’s spine straightened.

“Deliberately how?”

“They didn’t touch anything of real value. Electronics, jewelry—that stuff’s still there. But…” He flipped a page, lowering his voice. “There’s a drawer missing contents. Intimates. Underwear. Not all—just very specific things. Whoever it was, they were selective.”

Ari’s face dropped.

“Are you saying—”

“We’re not ruling anything out. But it’s personal. This wasn’t a random break-in.”

Jey swore under his breath, pushing a hand down his face. “Zariya doesn’t have enemies.”

“Then it might be someone who thinks they’re not her enemy,” the detective said grimly. “We’ll need a list of anyone she's had issues with—romantic history, professional disputes, anything that might’ve soured lately.”

From the front door, Jimmy reappeared then—face set, Zariya close behind him, holding onto the hem of his shirt like she needed the anchor. Her eyes scanned the yard, the cruiser lights still flashing.

Jey started forward, but Jimmy gave him a warning shake of the head.

“Let’s get her out of here,” he muttered.

“Where?” Jey asked.

“Our place,” Ari said immediately, already opening her car. “We’re not leaving her here tonight. That’s final.”

Chapter 65: Nowhere Safe

Zariya sat curled on the couch in one of Jey and Ari’s oversized hoodies, knees tucked into her chest, her eyes red-rimmed and swollen. Ari sat beside her, one arm around her shoulders, the other gently combing through her curls while Jimmy paced in the kitchen, gripping the edge of the counter like it was holding him together.

“I don’t understand,” Zariya finally whispered, her voice so small it made Jey’s chest tighten. “I don’t have enemies. I don’t bother anybody. I don’t even date… I’m not—” She broke off, the tears starting fresh as she buried her face in her palms. “Why would anyone want to scare me like this?”

Ari tightened her hold and rested her chin gently on Zariya’s head. “Baby, this ain’t about you doing anything wrong. This is about someone who’s sick, and obsessed, and twisted enough to think they have some kind of claim to you.”

Jimmy finally snapped out of his stillness and came back into the room, crouching in front of Zariya. He gently pulled her hands from her face, thumbs brushing away her tears.

“You’re not alone,” he said firmly. “I don’t care what they think they’re entitled to—you got me, you got Jey and Ari. Nobody’s touching you again. I promise you that.”

Zariya looked down at him with glassy eyes, trying to hold herself together. “But they were in my house, Jimmy. They touched my things… they knew what drawer to go to. That’s—That’s not random. That’s personal. That’s—” Her voice cracked. “That’s terrifying.”

Jey leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “We’re not letting this slide. Cops are digging. And I got people too. We’ll figure it out. But right now, all that matters is that you’re safe.”

Zariya nodded slowly, her lip trembling. “It’s just… I don’t feel safe anywhere right now.”

Jimmy exhaled through his nose and pulled her into his arms, holding her like he could shield her from the world. “You are now. You’re with me.”

Ari caught Jey’s gaze over Zariya’s shoulder, eyes sharp. “We’re locking this all the way down.”

Chapter 66: A Warning Left Behind

Jey’s phone buzzed against the table, and he glanced at it, half-expecting it to be Ari checking in or one of the detectives. But instead, it was one of the younger players—rookie wide receiver Marcus Hayes.

Jey answered. “What’s up, rook?”

There was a pause, then a shaky breath. “Coach, I ain’t wanna sound crazy or nothing, but… I saw something weird. Someone was in Jimmy’s office.”

Jey stood up, instantly alert. “What do you mean someone?”

“I—I thought it was just somebody from admin or staff,” Marcus said quickly. “They left out real calm like, but when I doubled back to see who it was, they were gone. Door wasn’t locked though… and, uh…”

Jey narrowed his eyes. “And what?”

“There was, like… a pair of underwear. Women’s. Just folded up right in the middle of his desk like a damn gift.”

Jey’s heart dropped.

He was already on his feet, grabbing his keys. “Don’t touch anything. Lock the door, wait outside, and don’t let anybodygo in. You hear me?”

“Yes sir.”

Jey hung up and turned, voice cutting sharp through the quiet house. “Jimmy!”

Jimmy stepped out of the hallway, shirt half on, brow furrowed. “What?”

Jey was already grabbing his jacket. “We gotta go. Someone was in your office.”

Jimmy’s face dropped. “What?!”

“They left underwear. Women’s. On your damn desk.”

Zariya, still sitting in the blanket on the couch, turned pale. “Wait—what?”

“Same type of underwear,” Jey confirmed grimly. “Whoever this is… they’re following you now too.”

Jimmy didn’t say a word as he marched past Jey to grab his keys. But his jaw was clenched, and his eyes were on fire.

Zariya stood up fast, panicked. “Jimmy—”

He turned and looked at her, softening just enough to step over and kiss her forehead.

“I’m not letting this slide.”

Chapter 67: Possession

The facility was quiet—eerily so. The usual buzz of offseason maintenance and staff chatter had vanished into a suffocating silence as Jimmy, Jey, and Marcus walked the corridor toward the coaching offices.

Jimmy’s fists were clenched, his shoulders tight with rage and unease. Jey had tried to calm him in the truck, but the second Jimmy heard they were hers, his composure had started to fray.

Marcus hovered by the door, clearly spooked. “I didn’t touch nothin’. Door was like that when I came back.”

Jimmy pushed the door open.

The lights were off, but daylight poured in through the blinds, casting stripes across the otherwise undisturbed office. But there—right in the middle of his desk, like a twisted gift—were a pair of folded black lace panties. Zariya’s.

Jimmy’s stomach turned.

He walked forward slowly, like he was approaching a ticking bomb, and reached out just enough to unfold them—and stopped cold.

The crotch had been cut out cleanly, jagged edges showing where scissors had sliced through the fabric. But it was the word—"MINE"—that had been carved into the delicate material, each letter uneven but unmistakable.

Jey swore under his breath, stepping up behind him. “Sick mother—”

Jimmy didn’t say anything. His jaw was locked, chest heaving.

“Yo,” Marcus whispered, staring at the desk. “That’s some stalker shit.”

Jey’s phone was already in his hand again. “We need to call this in. We’re not playing games anymore. This is escalating.”

Jimmy finally spoke, voice low, filled with a fury that ran deeper than words. “They’re getting bolder. Coming into my space. Touching her shit. Leaving messages.”

Jey nodded tightly. “And they’re watching. That means they’re close.”

Jimmy turned, eyes wild. “Then let’s flush this freak out.”

Chapter 68: Closing In

The air in the truck was thick with tension as Jimmy and Jey drove in silence, the sick image of Zariya’s mutilated underwear still etched into both their minds. Jimmy’s knuckles were white around the steering wheel when Jey’s phone buzzed on the center console.

He picked it up, already tense. “Yeah, this is Fatu.”

A beat of silence—and then his entire body went rigid. “What?”

Jimmy’s eyes darted to him. “What?”

Jey didn’t answer right away. He sat up straighter, jaw clenching. “We’re on our way.”

He hung up and turned to Jimmy, voice grave. “That was the cops. There was an attempted break-in at my house.”

Jimmy’s heart dropped. “Zariya—?”

“She’s fine. She and Ari weren’t home. They were out getting food,” Jey said quickly. “Alarm tripped. Cops responded in time, but whoever it was got close enough to try and force the back window open. Didn’t get in… but they were trying.”

Jimmy didn’t even think—he hit the gas.

“Jimmy,” Jey warned, bracing himself as the truck surged forward. “We don’t know if it’s the same person but—”

“It’s them,” Jimmy growled. “It’s the same psycho. They’re not just watching anymore. They’re circling. Testing where she’s vulnerable.”

“They’re not gonna get close again,” Jey muttered. “We’re tightening the circle. Tonight.”

As they pulled up to Jey and Ari’s, two squad cars were already out front, lights flashing in the darkening evening. Zariya and Ari stood near the curb, both wrapped in hoodies, arms crossed, tense and pale.

Jimmy barely put the truck in park before he was out and rushing toward Zariya.

She met him halfway, relief breaking through her fear as she flew into his arms.

“They said they think it’s the same person,” she whispered shakily. “Jimmy, they’re not just messing with me anymore.”

His jaw clenched as he kissed her forehead. “They picked the wrong damn people to mess with.”

Chapter 69: A New Lead

Jimmy’s phone rang as he sat on the edge of the couch, Zariya tucked under his arm while the cops finished up their sweep of Jey and Ari’s place. He didn’t recognize the number, but something in his gut told him to answer.

“Hello?”

“Uh—hi, Jonathan? It’s Miss Velma from across the way… near your other place?”

He blinked. “Miss Velma? Hey—uh, everything okay?”

The older woman on the other end of the line sounded shaky, like she was still trying to catch her breath. “I-I didn’t know if I should call the police or you first, baby. I saw someone come outta your place. They didn’t look familiar and they were movin’ quick, head down. I-I was just walking my dog and…”

Jimmy stood slowly, blood running cold. “What’d you see, Miss Velma?”

“Well, the door was shut but something didn’t feel right. I called my nephew and he checked your porch after they left and—I know I shouldn’t have but—I peeked. There was this... this knife. It was stuck through a pair of panties. They were just laying there, like a damn threat or a sick joke. And... oh Lord, Jonathan—there was a photo too.”

His heart dropped. “A photo?”

“It was old. A college photo. Of a young man—I think you. Circled in red marker. With... with lipstick kisses all around it.”

Zariya had sat up now, eyes locked on him as the color drained from his face.

“Did you touch anything?”

“No, no, I didn’t touch a thing. I left it all right there and called you.”

“I’m coming right now.”

He hung up and looked at Zariya, then Jey who was across the room talking to a detective. “It’s not just her anymore. They were at my place now.”

Zariya stared at him, her lips parting as the weight of it hit her. “What?”

“A knife. Panties. My old college photo. Lipstick.”

The room fell quiet. Ari went still in the kitchen.

Jey was already grabbing his keys.

This was no longer about intimidation or a sick obsession.

This was someone escalating.

Chapter 70: No More Coincidences

The air was tense as Jimmy, Jey, and a pair of uniformed officers pulled up to Jimmy’s old place. It was a modest bachelor pad tucked on a quieter street, a place he hadn’t really touched since things with Zariya became serious—but the warning from Miss Velma had brought them racing over.

The officers moved first, weapons drawn as they checked the perimeter. Jimmy’s fists clenched as he paced in front, mind racing, dread simmering in his chest. Jey was silent beside him, jaw locked and eyes scanning everything.

Then Jimmy’s phone buzzed.

Leon. Zariya’s little “brother” from work.

He picked up quickly. “Yo, Leon. Everything alright?”

Leon’s voice came in fast and uneasy. “I—I wasn’t gonna call because I didn’t know if it was important but... nah, bruh, this ain’t sitting right.”

Jimmy’s chest tightened. “What happened?”

“This woman came into the shop about an hour ago asking for Zariya. Said she needed to talk to her real bad. I told her Z wasn’t working today and she got this... weird look, man. Real off. Like twitchy.”

Jimmy stopped pacing. “What did she say, Leon?”

“She started going on about lipstick—talking about how ‘he probably still has hers,’ and said something about her husband needing to come home. Kept saying it like she was convincing herself, not me. And then she just... walked out.”

Jey had stepped closer, hearing enough to look concerned. Jimmy’s mouth felt dry.

“She say her name?” Jimmy asked quietly.

“No. Just kept calling herself his wife. Yours, I’m guessing?”

Jimmy didn’t respond. He couldn’t. His brain was sprinting through every interaction, every odd moment in the last few weeks. The drawer, the photo, the words cut into Zariya’s panties.

“Leon… did she leave anything?”

There was a pause. “Actually… yeah. Lipstick. Bright ass red. Left it on the counter like it was a calling card.”

Jimmy swallowed hard. “Take a picture of it and text it to me. Don’t touch it.”

“Already did. Sending it now. You want me to tell Z?”

“No. I’ll handle it.”

He hung up and met Jey’s eyes. “She was at Z’s job. Said I’m her husband. Left lipstick behind.”

Jey’s lips thinned. “This chick’s unraveling, bruh.”

The cops called them over then, holding up a bagged photo and the knife from the porch. And right beneath the window, in red lipstick:

“Come home. She doesn’t love you like I do.”

Jimmy stared at it, chest heaving.

“Alright,” Jey muttered. “No more playing defense. We find out who the hell this is—now.”

Chapter 71

A chill ran down Zariya’s spine. Her body slowly unfolded, placing both feet flat on the floor. Her breathing grew shallow.

Ari caught the shift in her energy immediately. “Z,” she said softly. “What is it?”

Zariya didn’t speak for a moment. Her eyes stayed locked on a fixed point on the floor, as if her brain was sorting a jigsaw puzzle at lightning speed. Then, all at once, the pieces crashed together.

“Red lipstick…” she whispered, more to herself than anyone else.

Ari’s brows pinched. “What?”

Jimmy, sitting near Jey across the room, leaned forward, attention locked on Zariya now.

Zariya looked up, her face pale, lips parted.

“Red lipstick. A woman who said he was hers first. College photo in his office. A knife in my drawers. Jimmy—” she looked straight at him, her eyes full of something between terror and disbelief. “Keisha.”

Jimmy flinched like she’d slapped him.

“What?” Jey barked, already halfway rising to his feet.

“Keisha,” Zariya repeated, her voice now steady, though fear was bleeding through the edges. “Your ex. From college. You remember, Jimmy. We fought. I told you I didn’t like the way she looked at me—like I was a threat, even back then. She didn’t take losing well. She was obsessive. She thought being with you was her trophy.”

Jimmy sat back hard, hand dragging down his face. “Nah… that can’t be…”

Zariya stood now, pacing as her anxiety uncoiled from inside her chest. “You didn’t see her face after I swung on her that night. I never forgot. You didn’t either, you just didn’t want to talk about it.”

Jimmy looked like the wind had been knocked out of him.

Ari finally stood and walked over to Zariya, her hands gently gripping her friend’s arms to steady her. “Z. Are you sure?”

Zariya looked up with tear-filled eyes. “I’m not guessing. I know her. I know what she looked like when she was jealous. She didn’t just disappear after that night. I saw her around campus for weeks—lurking. And then she was just… gone.”

Jey looked toward Jimmy. “Was there ever a moment she might’ve thought it wasn’t over between y’all? That she had a chance?”

Jimmy shook his head, stunned. “No. We weren’t even serious. That shit burned out quick. She was just… intense. I broke it off because she was possessive over stuff that didn’t make sense.”

“She’s unhinged now,” Zariya whispered. “And she’s escalating. Breaking in, stealing underwear, leaving knives in things, that message carved out of my panties—‘mine’? The lipstick? The college photo with lipstick marks on it?” Her voice cracked. “She’s watching us.”

Jimmy stood now too, panic starting to bloom under his stern expression. “If it’s really her… then she’s been planning this. She’s been tracking me. Tracking you.”

Ari grabbed her phone again, immediately calling the lead detective.

Jey stepped aside and called security to start checking their properties—again.

Jimmy’s hands were balled at his sides. “I should’ve known. I should’ve seen it sooner.”

“You couldn’t have,” Zariya said quickly, voice still tight. “I barely did. I didn’t want to believe it. But everything lines up. It’s her.”

Jimmy walked over to her, cupping her face gently as his jaw tightened. “She’s not gonna touch you. I swear to God, Z, I’ll make sure she never gets near you again.”

Zariya’s bottom lip quivered. “She already did.”

Ari’s phone buzzed in her hand and she stepped away as the detective picked up.

“Detective? It’s Ari Martinez-Fatu again. We know who it is. We need to talk.”

Jey walked back in from the other room with keys in his hand. “We’re locking everything down. Jimmy—your pad, the facility, her house—all of it. I’m not playing about this.”

Jimmy didn’t take his eyes off Zariya. “She ain’t gonna be scared in her own life. I’ll die before I let that happen.”

Zariya nodded slowly, tears finally breaking free. She whispered, “She’s not just jealous… she’s obsessed.”

And this time, they all believed her.

[randyisrad]

hello shuake nation . i'm here to deliver my goro bpd essay that i promise like 2 months ago .

1) fear of abandonment/drastic efforts to avoid abandonment

I'D LIKE TO START THIS ONE OFF BY . showing examples of him being abandoned. Shido leaving him and his mother before he was born, and it's implied that his mom talked about it like. all the time (also not great for small child !) his mom attempting suicide , and goro being passed between foster homes.

goro goes to the most extreme lengths to prevent being abandoned again . creating an entirely different version of himself to get people to like him, assassinating people at shido's command so he won't toss him aside , and (this one might be a little bit of a stretch) murdering akira . this boy does nawt like being abandoned ! ! !

2) unstable relationships, often switching between idealized and devualued

do i even . need to explain this one . (im going to anyway)

goro's relationship with akira is SO unstable . he cares about him so much and that . really scares him , but hes so unbelievably jealous of him and feels that akiras "better than him" and thinks he pities him so he hates him . he praises him one minute and even if he hates it he genuinely means it , but internally he's terrified of akira looking down at him so he has such an anger towards him . akira is 100% his favorite person and he doesn’t know how to process that so he lashes out . i dont know how to put everything into words but im keeping this one shorter cuz its pretty self explanatory and if i got the chance i would not shut UP about it so

3) unstable identity and sense of self

he literally has 2 personas . one crafted out of lies and images of who he wishes he was, and the other crafted out of the hatred he holds . thats unstable as hell

4) impulsivity in at least 2 areas that are self destructive

went to his dad when he was 16 telling him abt his persona so he could get close enough to ruin him , constantly carrying out hits for shido to get close enough to ruin him , turning himself psychotic with his personas power . the list goes on

5) frequent suicidal ideology/behavior

goro turned himself psychotic , was fully prepared to be killed by the phantom thieves as long as they died with him, had no plan for what would happen after he murdered shido, fully accepted his death in maruki’s reality , etc .

6) emotional instability

he tries to keep a calm demeanor , but due to being neglected in his childhood , goro has no emotional maturity . he’s constantly lashing out , specifically at akira and the other thieves . he has a meltdown in front of them despite being deathly afraid of being vulnerable , and he has a habit of blaming every issue on akira like it’s his fault . this one is also a little bit of a reach , but he shows a bit of his true personality to akira after their rank 8 battle , and tells him he hates him . it doesn’t make a lot of sense for him to tell akira this , especially if he’s trying to keep up the detective prince charade , which he goes back to shortly after this .

7) chronic feelings of emptiness

this one is hard to directly point out , because it isn’t explicitly shown in game , but it’s obvious if you read in between the lines . we don’t know a lot about his childhood besides what he says in the bathhouse , but he seems sort of apathetic and empty about his circumstances .

8) emotional outbursts

this one is really similar to the 6th diagnostic criteria , but once again -- he lashes out at akira and blames him for his situation even if it isn’t his fault , lashes out at the phantom thieves , and has a meltdown in front of them . but i’d specifically like to mention the scene in his bossfight when his charade flickers , and loki is seen for a brief moment . he wasn’t trying to summon loki , but he’s so emotional that he comes out anyway .

9) stress ideation and severe dissociative symptoms

i can’t specifically think of any examples for this but . it’s real in my heart . trust . but if goro has ALLL of the other symptoms , it’s so very likely for him to have this one , too .

and that concludes my goro akechi bpd essay , i hope you enjoyed goro nation . :3

[laniemae]

Hi

i've always wondered what the hell ojima does in his little headspace. his sample lines on the casting call imply that it's an open field (which is how i've always pictured it) but we never actually know what happens in there. you could say he just. wanders around. but then there's cases like detective tamba where she's like 'you're all here under suspicion of a CRIME!!!' and ojima says 'but i have the best legal team in the continent...'

WHERE DID THAT COME FROM????????????? HELLO????

at first it was just a funny little moment but then it had me thinking. if his headspace is just an open field where he wanders and frolicks around then where did he get the legal team from??? thinking about this topic always brings this stupid ass image to my mind every time except with ojima instead of dj khaled lol

I feel like with Ojima’s headspace/paracosm it’s likely very detailed and intricate as with how madd works. So even with the tiny canon questionable amount of info we got in the casting call an open field is something I could definitely see, although I don’t think that’d be all do it. I like to imagine it’s some sort of magical fantasy land in my mind. But I really really wish we could get more info on it as I’m absolutely starved gimme the world gimme his characters I wanna gush over them and draw them and see what other life Ojima has created in his own mind and how it’s an escapism from his reality haobqibfimaaviab.

The legal team part confuses the absolute hell out of me though especially compared to other things hes said while daydreaming. Such as using a grappling hook and flying to get up to the vent and quoting Chiba’s storybook. And like the vent thing it was probably from him partially hearing what’s going on in the real world and mixing it in with his daydreams but yeah. My first impression of this quote was somewhat darker as when Ojima’s parents were arrested, especially since they were so influential and wealthy, a lot of legal process must’ve went through it and Ojima himself would’ve gotten caught up in it and had to testify. I’m not too sure about that but it’s the only thing I can think of when it comes to this quote, or I may be overthinking too much.

[race-week]

What are your thoughts on the AI system they will be using for track limit violations this weekend?

It sounds more like Computer Vision than what a lot of people think of as AI, which is done with image detection, so when a pixel of the blue line (indicating track limits) is broken on the camera then the infringement will be reported.

I did a computer vision module at uni and I actually think this is well suited and could work really well at what it’s trying to do, as it’s basically comparing images constantly.

Also it’ll just be processing the image and determining if it meets the criteria for human review (i.e. it looks like a track limits infringement) it alone won’t be making decisions around penalties

I think this is a better solution than trying to put sensors in the tracks, because you’d need so many and sensors do malfunction, especially when frequently driven over.

So I’m interested to see how it goes, I think it’ll really be put to the test here but I think it’s a good choice to implement it

[kundaquarius]

So... I wanted to say a few things :)

While Seven Hearts Stories is quite different from Romance Club (dynamics, rewards, ads, etc) I appreciate that SHS gives us again the total amount of gems when finishing episodes using slots, RC only gives you half of them even when using slots.

This is not to throw hate at RC, of all the visual novel platforms it's the one that in some way or another (whether we complain or not), it's the one that spoils us the most.

SHS is still in its process, including new stuff, etc. I also like that there are season specials to get themed prizes every day. But RC by far is the best in terms of giving us lots of chances with diamonds.

And I say this, because I am from a Latin American country where the dollar is impossible. So I will always be grateful to RC for the opportunities they give us. On the other hand, I like that SHS proposes in its own way something similar (not Diamond Rush, but easy ways to generate gems).

Now the books are another thing, and I feel that it wouldn't be good to talk in general lines because each novel of both platforms are written by different people, so I can't criticize only one as if it was only one person in charge of all the books...

Generally speaking, I like them both. What I love about SHS that RC doesn't have is that the CG are like videos rather than a super HD AI image, yes they use AI but I like that they are videos. A lot of the SHS novels abuse that too, as when you see the character, their CG is extremely HOT in comparison to the character.

The only thing I have to complain about SHS is that in some books there is no WLW (even if I have never selected women as LI), Illusion of Fame for example (although we may have a change after the last update). SORRY MY BAD I FORGOT THAT YOU CAN GO WITH A GIRL (the detective can be male or female my bad 😞)

Still, I find it a dynamic story and for someone who is already sick of fantasy, it's good. I am not homophobic for liking a story that doesn't have WLW!!!! Please I don't want to end up on the stupid RC confessions shit.

Anyway, if you made it this far, I hug you.

Love, V.

[manupropriaindigo]

Nervous Tick

(Originally written December 15th, 2022.)

You check every component of the list. All ingredients accounted for. Mise en place. Perfect. As you are.

You check again. Perfection is expected. Demanded. You do not make mistakes. You cannot make a mistake.

Preparation of Miss's reagents requires your steady hand, your precise eye, your machine precision. You progress, carefully and diligently, through each step of the process. Every element is mixed according to the exact ratio as necessary, its time in the cauldron exactly as long as it should be, before the still-boiling mix is taken off heat and allowed to rest. All exactly as described.

You check your work again. You are incapable of making mistakes. Everything exactly to plan. Another check. No errors.

An error would be catastrophic. The scenario unfolds in your imagination, imagined injury to your pride eclipsed by what retribution may come. Cold loneliness, pain, squalor. Everything lost.

You do not make mistakes. You cannot make a mistake.

Your night at the alchemical station moves slowly. With each phial completed your key winds down, the time between each tick growing infinitesimally. You have not made a mistake all night. All week.

Dawn creeps through the forest line, casts its first shard of light past the window illuminating the spot on the wall to your right. Five more to go before you may rest.

This next one's portion of copper shavings is slightly more full than the others.

You stop. Reconsider every completed batch before you.

The ratio of copper shavings dramatically effects the production and efficacy of the entire reagent. Best case scenario, the completed product is inert. Worst case scenario, an outsized exothermic reaction could ignite the entire lab.

As is self-evident, your alchemical workstation is in good order. No exothermic reactions here. What about a dud? Were any of the other batches strange? You struggle to recall. One seemed to behave in a slightly more boisterous manner than the others, but you had thought nothing of it at the time. You fool.

Before preparing the next, you re-check your work on each completed phial. The gentle patina-green glow of each one reassures you of its proper production. Carefully and diligently, you inspect each one, just as you do right after brewing them. Just as good as they were when they came out the cauldron.

You do not make mistakes. You cannot make a mistake.

You made a mistake.

Your hand a little more tremulous than before, your eye a little less sure than before, you fix your error in the next batch. You prepare it, and its perfect subtly-glowing product sits next to the others from tonight's efforts.

Four more similarly-flawless phials soon grace the table, the completed set proof of a job well done. You allow a smile. Perfection.

Unless one is inert, and you could not detect it. You switch off the heat under the cauldron, retire to your quarters, and hope that your next waking moment is a peaceful one.

Your drift to oblivion is slow, painful. Images of Miss finding a mistake in your perfect batch plague you. Counter-arguments bat away the more obvious anxieties, but the more esoteric ones remain. Did you really inspect each phial for the proper glow? Are you certain the erel-ichor was fresh and not musty? Was the heater tuned properly? For every 10 questions you can answer, one "I don't know" bores through into your core. It's so difficult to wind down to true Stillness when you're so wound up.

You eventually find that peace. You even manage to hold onto it for a minute or two as consciousness slides back in. Nervous for what might be found. What will be found.

You attend to her at late morning, where She sits at the seat you occupied hours ago. Her slender, careful hands hold up phial after phial to the sunlight, Her wizened eye judging your work. As a test, She selects another at random and pours its contents into a small silver cup. Time slows as the thin, filmy contents reach down toward the bottom.

Contact with a holy metal would both destroy the reagent and prove its potency. An inert or diluted reagent would fill the vessel harmlessly. Imbalance would induce stress onto the cup itself, forcing it to warp and crack. Overheating would allow the mixture to eat through the metal like acid.

Steam and hiss rise from behind the walls of the silver cup. Evaporation upon contact. The genuine article.

Her curt "Well done" and flash of a smirk assured you of your perfection. As is expected. As is demanded. A sigh of relief reverberates through your body, inaudible.

The thousand pinpricks of fear sublimate. Your core relaxes. You can almost hear the spring inside you releasing your tension, and a paroxysm of contentment nearly forces your legs to bow. In that moment, you are as close to exultant as you may reach.

Before another passes, She demands another batch to be prepared by next dawn. Two if possible, though She is understanding that one doll may only produce so much at one alchemical workstation in one night.

Your spring tenses up again. That one was audible, though perhaps only to you.

You bow and smile. You will not make mistakes. You must not make a mistake.

"Your will be done, Miss."

[silica]

Tarot • pick a pile • general reading

Something positive that’ll be coming your way soon ☀︎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Pile 1 — Pile 2

Pile 3 — Pile 4

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Please pick the pile or image you feel the most drawn to

Pile 1

A new sense of self acceptance, inner peace and healing will be coming into your life. Old wounds will be healed and you will soon start a new.

A sense of belonging and harmony with the people around you. Perhaps a celebration or get together will come about that will bring out a sense of fun and togetherness with your friends. Could just be as simple as a hangout sesh or something more. It doesn’t matter so much as the meaningful emotions and memories you’ll experience with them. Cherish this.

Missing puzzle pieces will be found and bring a new sense of peace and purpose. A lot of positive clarity is in store for you pile 1! I think it will bring much relief.

Cooperation and mutual understanding. A positive hand or relationship is going to be formed between you and someone else. It will be mutually beneficial, and may change into something deeper given time. Within whatever framework of your connection this takes resonance with.

A whole lot of positive changes in your social life is an overall theme of your reading!

Another positive development coming your way is better interpersonal skills and boundaries. The wisdom to detect when something isn’t working right in your relationships, and enact change.

Pile 2

Positive movement in your career as a result of your hard earned work. I see the benefits of your strategy and concrete approach to your work coming in at full force. This is a very stable and skilful energy, amidst what might have been a convoluted process or chaotic environment you were in.

Breaking free from self imposed limits or restrictions! You’ve been plagued by a fears of rejection and restrictions within your life and I see this being something that will soon change for the better, or at the very least ease up a bit. Chin up pile 2, you’ve got a lot to show for yourself already! The proof is in the pudding.

A definitive end to a chaotic situation. A new rebirth of opportunities in its place. An upgrade or new position being offered to you.

Freedom and self expression. A new time for taking up the hobbies you had been hoping to enjoy is coming! Perhaps in relation to the sea or the earth, beaches, lakes, nature etc (that may be more of a specific message for some).

Reconnecting with your roots, the basis of what makes you tick and the soul of the artistic process. Big grounded earthy energy here.

Time away from working. I think you’ll feel some great relief after it all. Perhaps a holiday or weekend away? Whatever it is I feel a definite sense of calm and tranquility after a period of stress. Warm sun and cool water breezes.

Pile 3

Some good luck is coming in rapidly pile 3!

A fresh start is coming to clear your energy of all perceived obstacles/barriers. Whatever manifestations you have been working on are coming into fruition. Whatever it is you have projected for yourself is weaving its way into your life with essence.

Your heart will feel lightened when you are in the right place of mind, trust, you are not alone in your struggle to find the right balance between your heart and mind. This is something that’ll be clearing up for you soon! A solid path/foundation is forming. ‘Within you is all you need to know’ Greater inner wisdom is coming your way.

You may be receiving guidance from someone trusted and seeing fruitful results. Recommendations and connections are being made, your many skills are being appreciated.

A new opportunity is on the horizon in line with your passions and guidance. It’ll seem too good to be true at the time, but trust in your gut that jumping in on it will be fruitful.

Successful manifestation is bringing about lucky bridges of events and clearing all old baggage leftover from your life.

Your reading has a very peaceful determinism to it pile 3, I feel optimistic and happy for whatever it is you have guided into your life!

Pile 4

Opportunity where you least expect it. A perceived dead end may reveal something surprising to you.

Whatever dead end you were in is opening up rapidly, be it creatively or financially. Your strength is being lifted. Relief that you won’t have to stick it all out alone.

A change of heart. You may be gaining the assistance of someone trusted who has seen your struggles and is opening up for you to take their hand.

You’ll feel inspired to take on a new project, I see you being free from the things that have held you down with them in the past. You’ve learned and grown, and this time I see a positive result at the end of it, a complete product that will stand for what you’ve always hoped it could. Satisfaction and pride. Sticking it out till you get the results you wanted.

You’ll sleep easy soon pile 4. Peaceful slumber and clarity will be restored. A light yet deep sigh of relief will reach you soon.

Traveling to somewhere new. Fresh air and perspectives. Time in the sun. A renewed sense of vitality and livelihood. Inspiration feeding your inner creator.

Positive transitions, help coming from unexpected places, successful expansion after a period of uncertainty, realignment with what really matters.

Night life. Shining your light. Unique perspectives. Lunar and Solar energies. Better balance within your life/daily routine.

[nareshkumartech]

How Canadian Licensing Systems Protect Against Identity Fraud

Identity fraud is a growing concern worldwide, and Canada is no exception. As licenses increasingly serve as key forms of identification for banking, travel, and government services, Canadian licensing systems have had to evolve with robust security measures to protect against identity fraud. Whether you are applying for your first license or renewing an existing one, it’s important to understand how these systems work to safeguard your personal information.

1. Advanced Physical Security Features

Modern Canadian driver’s licenses are embedded with multiple physical security features designed to make them extremely difficult to forge or tamper with. These include:

Holographic overlays: Special images that appear when the license is tilted, making duplication extremely difficult.

Microprinting: Very tiny text that is not visible to the naked eye but detectable under magnification, preventing easy reproduction.

Ghost images: A faint second image of the license holder that helps prevent photo swapping.

Raised lettering: Some jurisdictions use raised text that you can feel, adding another layer of protection against fakes.

These built-in technologies make it easy for authorities and businesses to quickly spot a fraudulent license during routine checks.

2. Digital Data Encryption

Canadian licensing systems now store driver data in encrypted databases, making unauthorized access to personal information extremely difficult. When information is transferred — such as when police scan your license or when you renew online — the data is encrypted both in transit and at rest. This ensures that even if someone intercepts the data, it remains useless without the decryption keys.

3. Stringent Identity Verification at Issuance

Before issuing a license, provincial and territorial licensing authorities conduct rigorous identity verification checks. Applicants must present multiple pieces of identification, including:

Proof of legal status in Canada (passport, PR card, visa).

Proof of residency within the province.

Secondary documents such as a birth certificate, citizenship card, or utility bill.

In many cases, cross-checks with federal databases (like immigration records or citizenship status) ensure that the applicant is who they claim to be. Newcomers may also face additional document checks to confirm their eligibility before a license is issued.

4. Real-Time Photo Comparison and Biometrics

When you renew your license or apply for a new one, your photograph is compared with existing photos on record using facial recognition software. This system helps detect cases where someone might be trying to fraudulently assume another person’s identity. In the future, more provinces are planning to expand the use of biometrics, such as fingerprints or iris scans, to further strengthen identification measures.

5. Ongoing Monitoring and Alerts

Canadian licensing systems do not just verify identities at the point of issuance — they continue monitoring afterward. If a license is reported stolen, lost, or involved in suspicious activity, it can be flagged in the system. Law enforcement agencies and border officials have real-time access to these databases, making it harder for stolen or fraudulent licenses to be used undetected.

Additionally, provinces encourage drivers to immediately report lost or stolen licenses to prevent identity theft and ensure the system remains secure.

Canadian licensing authorities are committed to staying ahead of fraudsters by continually updating security features and identity verification processes. Thanks to multi-layered protection — from physical security measures to real-time monitoring — Canadians can trust that their licenses remain a strong line of defense against identity fraud.

For step-by-step guidance on obtaining your driver’s license safely and staying informed about new ID requirements, visit LicensePrep.ca. Their resources make navigating the licensing process simple and secure!

[shituationist]

assuaging my anxieties about machine learning over the last week, I learn that despite there being about ten years of doom-saying about the full automation of radiomics, there's actually a shortage of radiologists now (and, also, the machine learning algorithms that are supposed to be able to detect cancers better than human doctors are very often giving overconfident predictions). truck driving was supposed to be completely automated by now, but my grampa is still truckin' and will probably get to retire as a trucker. companies like GM are now throwing decreasing amounts of money at autonomous vehicle research after throwing billions at cars that can just barely ferry people around san francisco (and sometimes still fails), the most mapped and trained upon set of roads in the world. (imagine the cost to train these things for a city with dilapidated infrastructure, where the lines in the road have faded away, like, say, Shreveport, LA).

we now have transformer-based models that are able to provide contextually relevant responses, but the responses are often wrong, and often in subtle ways that require expertise to needle out. the possibility of giving a wrong response is always there - it's a stochastic next-word prediction algorithm based on statistical inferences gleaned from the training data, with no innate understanding of the symbols its producing. image generators are questionably legal (at least the way they were trained and how that effects the output of essentially copyrighted material). graphic designers, rather than being replaced by them, are already using them as a tool, and I've already seen local designers do this (which I find cheap and ugly - one taco place hired a local designer to make a graphic for them - the tacos looked like taco bell's, not the actual restaurant's, and you could see artefacts from the generation process everywhere). for the most part, what they produce is visually ugly and requires extensive touchups - if the model even gives you an output you can edit. the role of the designer as designer is still there - they are still the arbiter of good taste, and the value of a graphic designer is still based on whether or not they have a well developed aesthetic taste themself.

for the most part, everything is in tech demo phase, and this is after getting trained on nearly the sum total of available human produced data, which is already a problem for generalized performance. while a lot of these systems perform well on older, flawed, benchmarks, newer benchmarks show that these systems (including GPT-4 with plugins) consistently fail to compete with humans equipped with everyday knowledge.

there is also a huge problem with the benchmarks typically used to measure progress in machine learning that impact their real world use (and tell us we should probably be more cautious because the human use of these tools is bound to be reckless given the hype they've received). back to radiomics, some machine learning models barely generalize at all, and only perform slightly better than chance at identifying pneumonia in pediatric cases when it's exposed to external datasets (external to the hospital where the data it was trained on came from). other issues, like data leakage, make popular benchmarks often an overoptimistic measure of success.

very few researchers in machine learning are recognizing these limits. that probably has to do with the academic and commercial incentives towards publishing overconfident results. many papers are not even in principle reproducible, because the code, training data, etc., is simply not provided. "publish or perish", the bias journals have towards positive results, and the desire of tech companies to get continued funding while "AI" is the hot buzzword, all combined this year for the perfect storm of techno-hype.

which is not to say that machine learning is useless. their use as glorified statistical methods has been a boon for scientists, when those scientists understand what's going on under the hood. in a medical context, tempered use of machine learning has definitely saved lives already. some programmers swear that copilot has made them marginally more productive, by autocompleting sometimes tedious boilerplate code (although, hey, we've had code generators doing this for several decades). it's probably marginally faster to ask a service "how do I reverse a string" than to look through the docs (although, if you had read the docs to begin with would you even need to take the risk of the service getting it wrong?) people have a lot of fun with the image generators, because one-off memes don't require high quality aesthetics to get a chuckle before the user scrolls away (only psychopaths like me look at these images for artefacts). doctors will continue to use statistical tools in the wider machine learning tool set to augment their provision of care, if these were designed and implemented carefully, with a mind to their limitations.

anyway, i hope posting this will assuage my anxieties for another quarter at least.