#memoize

[magic-is-beauty]

Pony,rhino,and flamingo 100% knew this dance and would eat it everytime like you cannot convince me otherwise

[thecobblerwhomadethem]

I just realized that there is a note in Derek's Tune that I only think of as "k" or "p" instead of whatever actual note it is because I play it on the recorder and it looks like ●●○●● which reminds me of k (-.-) And p (.--.) in Morse code. Havn't the slightest what the note actualy is

[bkthemes]

REACT: Tips and Tricks

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[gagande]

PureCode company | Avoid Unnecessary Re-renders

Make sure that your React components containing the map and related elements are only re-rendering when necessary. Use React’s memoization and shouldComponentUpdate carefully to prevent unnecessary renders.

[filestack]

Memoization | Filestack

Memoization is a performance optimization technique used to accelerate applications. It involves storing the results of resource-intensive function calls. This way, if the same inputs are used in the future, the function can return the cached result, avoiding the need to recomputed it. If you want to explore more about Memoization, take a look at this blog.

[mrsparrasblog]

Layover in Glasgow

Summary: You're living your dream working as a flight attendant after a very bad breakup. On your layovers, you meet all sorts of men from a special Taskforce, each trying to charm their way into your heart. Who will succeed in finding his way into your heart?

Rating: E

Pairing: Soap x plus size readers

MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI

TW: Oral sex, p in v sex dirty talk , a tiny bit stalking

Next part: Layover in Liverpool

why does he remind me of Johnny

Layover in Glasgow

Being a flight attendant has always been your dream. You have already seen many places; unfortunately, not anything outside of Europe since Ryanair couldn't give you the luxury of layovers in LA, Shanghai, or Bali. It was still more than enough. This time, you could scratch Scotland off your bucket list.

And it was just like you imagined: cold, rainy, and beautiful. Instead of admiring nature, you found yourself in one of Glasgow's most famous pubs with your crew, drinking pints.

After a while, your best friend left, sneaking off with the captain to the bathroom—typical.

You wanted to pay your tab before a pretty handsome guy walked towards you and said, "Let me invite you to a drink before ya leave, bonnie."

God, he was the most handsome man you’d seen in a while. He was a bit short for your liking, but his ripped muscles and icy blue eyes definitely made up for it. "Sorry, I need to go; start early tomorrow,“ you sighed, not being able to flirt a bit more with this man.

"Where urr ye aff tae this late, anyway?“ He asked curiously; he was already ready to offer you a ride, but you looked like one of those girls who would call the police if he asked.

"Hotel,“ you replied shortly. If you were a bit less drunk, you’d probably tell him a lie, like to your boyfriend, so he would toss off, but he was cute, and your best friend left you for the captain anyway.

"Yer not from here, then, are you? You got a bit of the tourist in ya," he muttered.

"I'm not a tourist,“ you replied, bratty. Well, kinda you were, but kinda not, though.

"What brings you here, then?" Soap asked curiously as he shifted his weight on his legs, glancing down at the bar. He already liked you, beautiful and snarky. God,  he was down for you. "Business? Family? A lover?" He asked, his voice teasing a bit as he looked back at you. He really hoped and begged God that you hadn’t a lover over here.

"I'm a flight attendant.“

"A flight attendant..." Soap repeated slowly at first, taking a second to process that before a grin split across his face, imagining you in your uniform and how he would rip it apart. "Oh, so you're one of those ones who get to travel the world. Yer a lucky lass.“

„Mhm very lucky, my first layover in Glasgow“

Soap grinned at this, his blue eyes brightening with amusement as his gaze wandered back to you. "Yer first time in Scotland, eh? You have no clue how lucky you are.“ He leaned forward, almost into your personal bubble. "The accent, the history, the food—the women are a bit crazy, though," he admitted with a sheepish chuckle. Oh, how he could brag around having a girl like you by his squad; you had the exact body type Price would kill for, the exact attitude Kyle loved from a lass, and the height and confidence the Lt preferred. 

„And the men aren’t crazy here?“ You raised a brow; he seemed seemingly crazy with his mohawk and the way he was able to walk into your personal space. Thoughts about how you could pull on his hair while riding him lived rent-free in your head.

Soap burst out in a deep, rumbling laugh as you asked. "Oh, they're even crazier," he grinned, a cheeky glint in his icy blue eyes. "I don't reckon you'd like 'em all that much, to be honest. Most of 'em are either drunk, dumb, mean, or a combination of all three," Soap chuckled, his head tipping to the side.

"And you are drunk, dumb, or mean?“ Fuck, his eyes already got you memoized. Would it be really wrong to take him to the hotel just for a little fun? Maybe you could ride that beautiful face.

"Well I  cannae say ah'ament a' o' th' 'boon at time, but, ah reckon a'm' the most braw." Soap asserted, a self-satisfied smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. 

„You think of yourself as the most handsome?“ 

Soap smirked. "That's fur a'm." He maintained absolute confidence. "I could be the most arrogant person alive, and it'd still be true," he laughed. "I bet I'm the most handsome bloke you've ever seen.“

„So what's your name, arrogant handsome guy?“ 

"The handsome, arrogant guy in question would happen to be John 'Soap' MacTavish," he answered with a grin. You didn't even question that his nickname was a fucking cleaning product.

„Nice to meet you, John.“

"Aye, same here, but whit dae I  get the pleasure of cawin ye?"

You didn't want to answer this; you weren’t open to a relationship too much, and you were already hurt by your last ex-boyfriend idiot pathetic way too tall military guy.“Let me be honest, I'm not really into anything serious with my job, but if you want to come with me in my hotel room, I wouldn't mind.“

Soap blinked at your bluntness, the corner of his lips twitching as a grin spread across his face. "I wasn't looking for something serious, but I'm sure your hotel room wouldn't be too bad.“ Sleeping around was never a problem for Johnny; he was the one to get the most lays around his squad, mainly because Garrick didn't participate, Ghost scared lassies, and Price was too afraid to hurt the woman he liked. Soft little things with wide hips and round faces weren’t for his callused hands. He kind of wanted more from you than a lay; you were just so damn perfect, but he was sure you were just like every girl he slept with, telling him it was a one-night thing, but after six screaming orgasms, they all wanted to become Mrs. MacTavish.

You walked with him towards your hotel, his hand always around the end of your back, slowly gliding to your ample bottom, squeezing it through the tight skirt you wore.

Before you arrived at the hotel, you gave one last warning: „I don’t do relationships, only sex.“

Soap grinned at your bluntness. "Good, 'Cause that makes two of us; I'm not the kind to fall for someone. I'm too busy for all the emotions and nonsense crap," Soap said bluntly. "Just good fun. Nothing else.“ He practically copied his LT words, but you don’t need to know this. 

Soap followed you into the hotel room with a satisfied grin, closing the door silently behind him as he pressed you back onto the bed, one hand resting on your upper thigh as he leaned in for another kiss. His large hands quickly began running along your sides, tracing up along your back as his lips gently tugged at your bottom lip. “Ne'er bin wi' someone as tall or muscular as me?“

You laughed at that, unfortunately hurting his ego "You're the shortest guy I ever had sex with,“ and you didn't even lie, especially not after your 6’10 bastard of an ex-boyfriend. 

Soap laughed aloud at this, his accent practically rumbling as his grin grew. "There's no way you're tellin' me there's been a load of men taller than me. I'm six feet tall!" Soap complains, "Am I really the shortest?" His face grew kind of insecure, but if you only knew your moments, they would make him want you more.

„Yes, but don’t worry, your accent makes it up.“

„Mhm, like my accent?“ He smiled, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. 

„Yes“

„Good thing my accent is not the only thick thing about me,“ he replied with a smirk, removing his shirt and showing off his perfectly thick Lucious abs. You traced along the happy trail, eager to remove his pants, and he was right; he was incredibly thick. He wasn’t by any chance the biggest you had with his 7 solid inches but by far the thickest. His dick didn't spring up; it hung heavy and low with his angry leaking tip. You licked your lips, eager to finally have something other than your finger inside of your pleading hole.

„Like what you see, hen?“ He smirked, an arrogant Corky bastard, but somehow you liked it. 

He pulled you onto your back, pulling off your tight skirt and that long-sleeve top you wore. When he saw your body, all the dimples and curves and the beautiful stretch marks around your hips, he was gone. „Fuckin hell, bonnie could have told me what you hide under those clothes,“ his hand nervously fiddled over the lacy fabric of your bra, smirking when he saw your nipples hardening under his touch. „So eager for me?“ 

Without a thought, he wrapped his mouth around your clothed nipples, sucking them in and gently biting on them. You wanted to remove your bra, but he stopped you. „Shh, hen, that's a sight for next time.“ 

„There will be no next time, John.“

„Thalere wull always bee a next time hen,“ he said, and before you could argue with him, his lips were already around your clothed mound, licking over the blue lacy fabric. „Didn't need tae dress sae cute fur me hen,“ he lured against it, pressing his thick palms deeper into your clit making you moan and whimper like a feral cat. 

You couldn’t remember if you had shaved or not the last few days. "Johnny, I'm not entirely shaven down there." You warned him, afraid of his reaction. For most guys, it was an immediate no. Yes, for fucking, but no for licking, but he just looked at you with a devious smirk: „A'm mair hairy than a bear myself sae a dinnae mynd a bawherr locks aroond mah meal.“ With that, he removed your thong, completely placing the soft fabric of your thong next to his jeans so he could steal them on deployment, wanking himself on something better than the porn he had saved on his mobile phone. 

„Mhm, such a bonnie cunny you have,“ he purred and started to lick thick stripes from your hole to your clit, you weren’t the patient type, so you pulled on his mohawk directly to your clit, where you pressed him inside of you. „Not very patient, hen“ 

He finally stopped all the teasing and used his mouth for God, licking at your clit slowly sucking her in while working your pleading mound open, his thick digits always pressed against your gummy wall.

„Fuck Johnny“

„Mhm, so wet for me, hen.“ 

He licked at your cunt like it was the last meal he ever had. He slurped and moaned, God, he was a messy eater, his fingers pressed against the plush fat of your hips, holding you down so you didn't run away from the orgasm he tried to give you. As he inserted a third finger, pressing against the sweet spot, most men didn't find - it was over for you. 

You clenched around him, milking his thick finger for all of its worth, and experienced one of the most intense orgasms in your life. He pated some taps on your clit making you shake from the overwhelming feeling inside your tummy.

„God yere looking so bonnie when you cum,“ his eyes sparkled in admiration. He knew he had to have you for more than just a one-night thing.

„Do you have a condone, Johnny? I don’t have anything in your size.“ 

He could have just cum from that praise; he knew he was thick, but this was so fucking good to hear from you. "Aye,“ he said, wrapping the condom down on his shaft. His dick was a bit sad about not having the chance to fuck the most beautiful cunt he ever saw raw, but better than nothing. 

He slides his thick member across your mound over and over again, wetting him with your arousal. But you weren’t in for missionary, so you pulled him to his back and sat down on his lap. You wanted to glide on him, but the unconscious fear of being too heavy hit you. 

„Dinnae worry ah dae hip thrust hen“

With that, you straddled him, your legs working overtime to stretch around his big hips, and you glided yourself down on his delicious curved cock. He was surprised you could take him without any problems. God,  could that girl be any more perfect? 

You slowly rolled your hips on his, trying to find a movement where he hit the exact right spot. His hand grabbed your plump ass, guiding you up and down, needing to get some more friction out of you. He was already a needy whimpering mess, and you didn’t even begin fully.

„Please, bonnie move faster,“ he whimpered, and who were you to deny his cute whimpers?

He guided your hips up and down at a mean pace, searching for his orgasm; his dark black curls rubbed against your clit with every movement pulling you closer and closer to your awaiting release. 

Feeling you close to orgasm, Johnny moved a hand between your legs, rubbing your clit firmly as he continued to pound into you. His fingers circled your swollen bud, teasing it until you cried out incoherently. „Johnny"

Johnny groaned, feeling himself getting closer as well. He picked up the pace even more, slamming into you harder as he leaned forward to capture one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking and biting gently through the fabric.

„Johnny, please, I'm close.“

Hearing your enthusiastic moans, Johnny let out a groan of relief as he felt his climax building. With one last hard thrust, he erupted inside of you, his cock pulsing as he shot his hot cum deep inside your wet cunt.

He panted heavily as you continued to ride him needy to reach your own orgasm. The familiar knot in your stomach started to build inside of you, and with a final slap of Johnny's finger, you came screaming his name as you began to squeeze his thick cock. 

You collapsed into each other, and he wrapped his thick arms around your body. "That was intense, bonnie“ his mouth kissing around your neck.

„Yes, it was great. Would you mind leaving now? I have my flight in for hours.“

„No cuddling?“ He said he was disappointed, and as you saw his puppy eyes, you almost couldn’t resist changing your mind, but you didn’t. 

„No, sorry,“ you said sternly. 

He pulled his pants and shirt on, leaving a paper with his number on the bedside table: "Call me, hen.“.

——————————————————————————————————

"Stop looking at your phone. She won't call you,“ the lieutenant said to Johnny. He annoyed them the whole last week, showing your picture all around and telling everyone how good he fucked you. Ghost couldn’t deny that he found you incredibly arousing, exactly like Price and Gaz.

„She will!“ 

„Maybe she needs someone older.“ Price chuckled.

On his bedside table lay a small paper Roaster July 2023 Y/N. 

Layover Glasgow 

Layover Milan 

Layover Liverpool 

Layover Paris

Layover Manchester

Layover London Stansted 

Whoever and wherever you are, doll, you can't escape us. Maybe you can leave Johnny, but you can't outrun me. In the end, you will choose one of us. I hope, for your sake, it's me. See you on your next layover.

Did I just made Reader a flight attendant since I always dreamt off being a flight attendant in London but Brexit said no ? Yes

[bubblecat-co]

Characterization Cheat Sheet - Ash’anne Aria de Riva

there is a chance I will add more to it

Full name: Ash’anne Aria Arainai-Lavellan de Riva  Age: 28 Gender: Cis female (she/her) Faction: Crows Skills: Poisons, stealth, reading people, running off of 2 hours of sleep and copious amounts of caffeine, herbalism, violin, bit of medical knowledge (mainly on stab wounds), Knowledge of anatomy (major arteries, weak points, etc) Languages: Trade, antivan, Elven, bit of Tevene

Body Language/Physicality 

General Behaviour: tiny smiles, intense stares (she’s watching), slightly tense body, memoized and careful movements, always switching between different behaviours depending on the situation.

Flirting: enticing smiles, gentle caresses, smug smiles, leaning in close, intentional glances, playful comments, passionate kisses, carefully planned touches

With Established Romantic Partner: Soft glances and smiles, relaxed body, gentle touches, staying close, acts of service, eyes always checking on them, gentle kisses

With Friends: comfortable and relaxed posture, genuine smiles, protective attitude, always looking out for them, makes friendly jokes, allows emotions to slip through (happens more the closer she is),

 In Combat: keeps low and on the balls of her feet, duelist specialty, searches for openings, treats it more like a dance, looks for and exploits weaknesses, stays quiet and focused

Dialogue/Speaking

Voice: strong, antivan accent (Mix of Spanish and Italian), accent gets thicker faster she talks, kept leveled

General: planned words, leading conversations, carefully avoiding conversations (gross emotions), Leading voice

With friends: voice lifts, holds more emotion, less leader voice, lighthearted jokes, scarcasm

Romance: softer tones, sweet words, compliments

Anger: voice is kept low and harsh, speaks slow when trying to stay calm, long pauses, fixed glares, if angry enough to yell it's usually fast and in antivan,

Cursing: lots of antivan cursing mixed with trade curses, 

Combat: she doesn’t really speak much during combat

[whumpsoda]

Hiro most definitely got some good ole pavloving and I live for it. Also like, the idea of Hiro’s brain being so fried it reverts back to not understanding the language Doyle and the others are speaking, having to rely on tone and memorization of specific words is killing me. Maybe Hiro is bilingual and the English language is shocked out of him or something, reverting back to their basic understandings of language, their mother tongue

Okay I absolutely LOVE the idea of Hiro losing all understanding of even maybe just language in general with his brain so completely fried and just relying on tone and specific memoization of words just like an actual dog >:] it’s just soooo good and I will probably use this!!!

[taohun]

me when I memoize my dp recurrence wrong

[arizona-mary-jo]

I Went Invisible

At this point, it's no surprise that I have become a capable lucid dreamer. Years of practicing my flying, noticing when I am not actually awake, and expanding on my abilities.

I have no problem flying now, I have become stronger in my manipulation of space and entities, I can summon doors to other dreams, and I have memoized my dream map and all the homes I have established for dream me.

But,

Something new happened.

I went invisible.

I was in the square neighborhood that had featured the dreams where I ran away from penny wise, down the street from my first lucid dream.

This time, I was outside, talking to a woman with a baby stroller. I could feel the tension rising, and I knew I was asleep again, and that I had caught it before nightmare mode had set in. I was not interested in sticking around, but I did not want to fly this time. (I had experienced a recent dream where all the entities in my dream were trying to keep me from flying away. I will write about this one too.) I had to come up with a new strategy, as this neighborhood was full, and I did not have the confidence that I could make my escape if I tried to fly. So, I disappeared.

Invisible to everyone else, I stood there and watched others. Something strange happened right after.

The second I was invisible, everyone on the street had stopped what they were doing, stood upright, and began to look around for me in homes, bushes, and walkways like some kind of hive mind.

This was my chance to fly away, but the horror of everyone in my dream looking for me had stunned me and left me in my foot steps.

That woman even abandoned her carriage to help the hive mind look for me. I don't know what to make of this, but it only supports the idea that this world does not want me to leave, and thrives solely on my attendance, it thrives on my fears. It reminded me of the stalking shadow during the Battle Royal saga (a dream for another time.)

[cro-iba]

memoization is the worst because you try to talk about it and everyone just thinks you are homestar runner saying "memorization". and then you describe it to clarify and it just sounds like you're describing memorization still

[small-basic-programming]

Small Basic meets Python, #18 Recursion, The Fibonacci Sequence And Memoization ...

Post #190: YouTube, Socratica, Python Tutorial, #18 Recursion, Fibonacci & Memoization, 2023.

[knowledge-based-wumpus-agent]

Folks on r/citiesskylines are like catastrophizing about how no game has ever had a quadrupling in performance (i.e. going from 15 to 60fps on high settings with the best hardware) and while I'll admit I've never seen that happen, it's entirely possible the developers just... didn't even try in the first place. Like in my software optimizing experience, every time there's been a colossal performance problem at work, the problem was eventually solved by just like, memoizing the bottlenecking function or something, like just attempting the go-to optimization strategies and having them work because whoever wrote that code didn't even bother in the first place. The fact that the performance is apparently THIS bad and that Paradox released a preemptive statement that performance isn't where they'd like it to be makes me think this is sort of the case. From watching the creator preview videos, it seems like CO was still adding features to the game DURING that preview window? Like they were actively adding in like contour lines and making seasonal props work while creators were showing off the game a month ago. If they're over there crunching to implement features the entire way up to the pre-scheduled release date no wonder it isn't optimized. At least, I hope that's the case, because it means there's room for improvement and it's not that the underlying simulation is just Too Much.

[concerned-wet-floor-sign-bot]

so I realized I celebrated memoizeing count the ways so I’m celebrating again

so I finally memorized another round which I’ve known longer then both of the count the ways I memorized and I finally memorized another round but I’m sad because I don’t have anything to celebrate with so I’m going to put all my Funtime Freddy drawings that I have drawn on this post

That is all I have in my photo gallery and I know I have more im just not gonna put them here

have the video of another round I first found before I even got on tumblr

I’m very very very very happy

the list of fnaf songs that I have memorized now

The mangle 

Count the ways 

Count the ways 

You can’t hide 

Lights on 

Five more nights 

Below the surface 

Merry fnaf Christmas 

Join us for a bite 

Another round

[eccentric-nucleus]

Not sure if there's a good way to phrase this since I get annoyed at a lot of these kinds of question, but

Is there a particular reason that you go for OpenGL + Haskell? My heart tells me that those are the worst possible fit (procedural API over the top of a big hidden state machine w/ soft real-time requirements vs a runtime that wants to do pure functions and lazy evaluation). That said, you seem to get to interesting places with some regularity whereas my projects (C/C++ and vulkan usually) tend to die before I get to the cool part, so I'm wondering if there's something to it

i just got frustrated with c-alikes and i really enjoyed aspects of haskell coding. it is objectively a very silly combination, although not as silly as it has been historically given the various improvements in haskell gc over the years.

historically i've used gpipe for haskell rendering, which does some astounding type family wizardry to basically fully-hide the opengl state machine and also let you write shaders in actual haskell (values in the shader monad are actually part of a compositional scripting type that evaluates to glsl code. it's wild.) so it's about as close as you can get to totally ignoring all the opengl-ness of opengl. that being said, uh, that has some problems (zero memoization in generated scripts; very unclear surfacing of real opengl constraints)

also to be fair my projects also tend to die before i get to the cool part, it's just sometimes i manage to get some neat renders out there before.

(right now i've been wanting to jettison the gpipe library in favor of just doing raw opengl right in IO, mostly so i can actually use opengl 4 features that aren't surfaced either in gpipe nor in the OpenGL package, but ofc the first step there would be a whole bunch of low-level data fiddling. but since i've been doing webgl2 + javascript also, uh, the opengl part would mostly end up being exactly the same, so it feels a little less intimidating now. i just really wanna write some wild shader code and to write really wild shader code you do kind of have to directly interface with raw opengl.)

[blackjackkent]

Memoization related bugs in React always feel unfair to me on some level, like the code is mocking me. :P "I am going to do exactly what you told me to do, but just because, I am also going to do it 639472926294 times and crash your browser with an infinite loop. Hope this helps!"

(For new React devs following me, do yourself a favor and get familiar with `useMemo` and `useCallback` now. You won't need them often but the times when you do are often a really frustrating and baffling bug. :P )