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[sher-ee]

Arlington National Cemetery is not there for political campaign ads. Most people don’t go there for that and don’t want to see that when they do. Trump put out a TikTok video and dozens of campaign videos and photos.

His staff got into an altercation with an official at Arlington National Cemetery so they could take this ridiculous grinning thumbs up photo literally on the graves of dead soldiers.

When are his supporters going to get it? This man is a fraud.

[thatrandomblogsays]

Source

I know I’m late but I needed to make this. Also I have a theory as to what happened:

AIR ORCAS

Update: he’s alive ://///

You’ll get him next time air orcas! I believe in you!

[nando161mando]

[space-blue]

Avatar 3 D23 musings and analysis

Images drop on some BIG screens at D23 seems like!

First off, great new looks and close ups of Varang!

First off it's super dope. Look at her fingers! Looks like she's wearing claws (bone? forbidden metal? body mods). The notches on her belly and legs also look like potential scarifications!

Stuff I want to scream about on a personal level: The tswins... I made my Txepiva (ash Na'vi) fan clan to be warrior like, living in more desertic areas, and cutting queues as part of warfare. I also recently made a sketch to illustrate an idea to a friend that they may wear these queues in a bandolier tied to shoulders and hips as a show-off.

My Txepiva also have bare tail tips, and Varangs fits this too in this art, though I'm sure it's just the light rendering technique. If not, then I should apply for a job on the brainstorming team lmao.

Though I appreciate the idea of warfare and tswin cutting, I want to point out it's also possible that she's not actually wearing the tswin of her enemies, or at least not in the "this is how we kill other Na'vi" way.

The others around her are in obscuring and impractical headdresses, and this looks like a ritual. IMO it's very possible that the tswin she wears are that of ancestors, or old leaders, great warriors, or even enemies, collected and rebraided to create this distinct look. I particularly think it'd make sense for it to be made of the hair of past leaders and worn as a sort of crown, as nobody else is rocking that look in the image.

Next we have her weird not-an-ikran.

Glorious beast with 10 winglets where ikran have 4. It also has mouth frills, jaw frills, and a spike over its head, making it closer to stingbats in that area. Here's a super obvious comparison with an enlarged stingbat picture:

So their mount probaby evolved independantly from ikran. Would be fun if they also have poison.

Another FUN detail : GUNS!! Does it look like guns? Could be recoms then, Lyle, Q , and some new red shirt recoms... or could be Omatikaya wil RDA guns...

But for real, there are only two types of Na'vi with guns: the Omatikaya clan and the recombinants. Given past images in leaks ((remember this?))

It's most likely that the people interacting with Varang are going to be recoms and not Jake's people. BUT who knows where the plot will go. If it's recoms, I'd looove to know if it's 3 moffos because Q+Lyle+Mansk, or if we're getting new recom red shirts or what.

Then we have views of air ships, so we're getting to see the promised Wind Traders, with Neytiri in the forefront, and the Man'o'war inspired floaters being pulled by sky manta ray...

Not much to say about those. I just hope we get some high definition version released online soon.

If this reignites your hype for Avatar, go vote in this poll!

There's 20h left to vote, and I think we could all benefit from an event around december 2024, to pass the time before fire and ash's big dropin 2025.

[aprito]

based same age au indeed hits different @lynnwhite ft a certain someone who didn't feel like doing the job he was actually supposed to do. for reasons.

[stuckinapril]

someone had to be simultaneously the most needy and the most avoidant person on this earth. And god said it would be me

[luyo-mi]

Fish 🐡

[lovereist]

[lonestarbattleship]

Battleship NEW JERSEY entering drydock no. 3 at the Philadelphia Navy Yard for maintenance.

Date: March 28, 2024

Posted on the Battleship New Jersey Facebook page: link, link, link

Posted by Ryan Szimanski: link, link

[univac1219]

1962 Mainframe with Bluetooth

This old computer is comprised of four big boxes, three of which are ever actually used.

The UNIVAC 1219. This is the brains of the system. It controls the operations of every other device. This is what I'm referring to when I'm not gesturing to the UNIVAC 1219 as a whole.

The UNIVAC 1540. This is the DDR, or Digital Data Recorder. It holds, writes, and reads the magnetic tape operators load into the machine.

The Digital to Analog Converter. The UNIVAC 1219 was the first digital computer on most U.S. Navy ships, most of which had analog weapons systems. This hulking mass of steel translated the digital signals from the computer to the analog signals of the weapon systems and vice versa in regards to the radar.

The UNIVAC 1532. The I/O console managed the...you guessed it, input and output of the UNIVAC 1219. You can load and punch paper tape for programs more bite-sized than would be used for magnetic tape.

In addition, we have two teletype machines. You can think of them like typewriters that don't receive human input (except the one that can if we want), but instead output what the computer tells it to.  We have a Teletype Corporation teletype that is optimized for character compatability and a Kleinschmidt teletype that is optimized for speed. Both rely on the I/O console to send and receive data.

The real ingenuity begins with the floppy drive. Duane, who's career revolved around this system, developed a way for a floppy drive to imitate the I/O console. The computer thinks it is reading and writing to a paper tape, when it is in fact reading and writing to a 5.25in floppy inside an ancient CNC machine floppy drive.

And this, dear reader, is where the magic happens. This framework was originally built for interfacing with the 1219 via BIN files over Serial port and was easily changed to support BIN files over floppy. Duane has been working on an off adapting our purple converter box with a raspi to let the 1219 read and write BIN files over Bluetooth.

Make no mistake, you cannot simply SSH into this machine as tons of setup and channel changes must be performed to ready it to receive and send data. That being said, I don't see any other UNIVAC mainframes with Bluetooth [or any other running UNIVAC 1219s at all :(], so I will take what I can get.

Can someone tell me how to Tumblr properly?

[beeduoo]

wonderful

[newyorkthegoldenage]

The Navy dirigible Los Angeles flying over Lower Manhattan, July 27, 1931.

Photo: NY Daily News via Getty Images/Fine Art America

[sayruq]

[chlo-le-mouton]

Playing ocarina of time again as an adult (i have developed severe brainrot)

[eywaseclipse]

Make You Mine*

Characters: So’lek and female na’vi reader

Synopsis: Jealous So’lek during hunting festival 

Warnings: Jealousy, toxic behaviors, intoxication, intercourse, swearing etc so 18+ 

Word Count: 1k

The warm glow provided by the roaring bonfire illuminates your azure skin deliciously. The snare drums and tambourines fill your ear with a salacious delight thanks to the copious amounts of fermented yovo fruit juice you’ve consumed. The heat from the fire begins to ignite your cheeks, as you dance away with your fellow clan members celebrating the bountiful hunting season.

The clanking of your beads jingle happily in your braids, twirling as you move your body to the rhythm of the music. Your arms gracefully stir, with your iridescent tassels moving like Ikran wings in the wind. “Ayeaye!” A beautiful vocalization causes you to turn around, gazing to your friend Arvok with a playful smile on his face. “Dance with me!” He grabs your hands twirling you around before you can answer him. Both of you innocently dance together with your people honoring the tradition of movement. Unbeknownst to you, a pair of jealous amber eyes bore into the back of your skull close by.

So’lek’s POV

So’lek happily sits himself down on a mossy covered log surrounding the forest clearing watching as his people joyously begin the fire dance to commence the festival celebration. He sighs a lazy sigh bringing his bowl of fermented yovo fruit juice to his lips, as the tangy liquid soothes his throat with warm delight. He gazes to the youngsters trying to mimic the movements of the seasoned warriors dancing their night away, as he hears a familiar laugh invade his ears. Looking up to the source of the sound he’s displeased to see you dance with an equally drunk Arvok.

How could a beautiful Na’vi like you, subject yourself to this amateur hunter like Arvok? Especially as his promised mate. The romantic gestures and advances he’s planned for this mating season all seem to feel out of his reach as soon as he sees Arvok’s hand slip around your narrow little waist. What was once promised to him is seemingly slipping away, unless he acts now.

So’lek quickly slurps down the rest of his drink placing the bowl on the log, making his way to the forest clearing towards you. Your cheeks are flushed with a beautiful magenta hue clearly indicating your own intoxicated state. He approaches the two of you dancing together, with a guttural growl to make his presence known. “Y/n, may I have a word?” The strain in his voice is evident of containing his evading composure waiting for your attention to be elsewhere. 

You whip your head to his direction with a loose smile, “So’lek! I didn’t see you! Come dance!” You wiggle out of Arvok’s grasp and tug So’lek your way with an innocent look on your face, but he doesn’t budge. “I need to speak with you.” He booms with more confidence. Your face slowly turns into confusion, watching his unmoving expression. “O-oh. Okay.” You giggle out. 

So’lek does not return the amusement as he tugs you away before Arvok can even protest. His firm grip on your wrist does not waver, bringing you over to a large tree just out of ear shot from the rest of the clan, as the music slightly dissipates. “What are you doing?” He huffs out. He feels his nostrils flare with incandescent jealousy. The primal urge to mark you right here fills his mind with grotesquely vivid images. “What do you mean? I was celebrating with my friends.” You nonchalantly reply. “No… You were dancing with Arvok; the little twerp couldn’t keep his hands of you.” He growls 

Back to y/n’s POV

Your eyes slowly widen coming to the conscious realization that he’s jealous. You watch as So’lek’s pupils absolutely devour the amber hue in his eyes, as a playful smirk emerges on your face. “Oh…did you not enjoy watching as your future mate danced amongst male company?” You whisper seductively. You knew you were treading into dangerous waters, So’lek and his territorial tendencies have habit of imploding when alcohol is involved but you can’t help but feel enticed by it all.

“You know exactly what I think of that little show you put on..” He just huffs with irritation. “Baby you know I’m yours.” You cup his hot face watching his tail flick madly with irritation. “You’re a brat… and you know what happens to brats?” He steps closer until your back presses against the large tree, watching as his nose practically touches your own. The rapid beating of your heart thrums loudly in your throat anticipating his next move. This is not your future mate, but instead a hunt watching him like a Thanator stalks its prey.

“Say it.” He grows impatient. Your lip quivers with blooming arousal, feeling your own loincloth grow moist with desire. “Th-they get punished..” You squeak out. He smirks darkly, while his nimble fingers begin to tug at your beaded loincloth expertly undoing the strings. “That’s right… brats get punished.. and you know what that means?” He brings his lips to your ear causing a shiver to ripple down your spine.

“Fuck-I mean. Yes. I am yours.” You whisper softy. He chuckles removing your loincloth as it falls onto the grass with a small thwack. The cool air hits your throbbing pussy, causing it to twitch with delicious anticipation. “That’s right my little muntxate wife. Look how needy you are already.” He growls out. His large hands grip your waist harshly spinning you around so fast your brain goes numb feeling as he beckons you to press your hands against the trunk of the tree. “That’s right, hands on the tree. Your mate needs to fuck that little attitude of yours out of you hmm?” He snarls from behind.

You feel as he bucks his clothed bulge into your ass, causing a wanton moan to instinctively escape your lips. “You need to be marked… remember who you belong to…” He whispers in a strained voice as you hear him hastily undo the strings to his own loincloth.

He practically rips the material in half, tossing it to the side as his swollen cock slaps against his belly leaving the small mark of precum along his chiseled abs. “Fuck look what you do to me tìyawn love.” He brings his the swollen head of his cock to rub against your puffy lips, teasing you cruelly causing your hips to buck back into his pelvis. “So’lek! Please.” You whine out. So’lek just laughs and begins to fuck his length along your drenched entrance, slowly teasing and edging you just enough to drip onto the grass below.

“Little brats don’t get rewarded… but perhaps I will make an exception, if I get something in return.” He peppers a kiss into the crook of your neck. “Anything, truly anything So’lek.” You whine out desperate to feel his hard cock inside your walls. “Let me breed you.” He whispers. You feel your eyes almost roll into the back of your skull, nodding fast, “Yes! Please hurry!” You cry out.

So’lek watches you desperately try to fuck yourself along the length of his cock and laughs, “as you wish syulang flower.” He grabs the base of his length sliding into with ease as you practically swallow him whole. His balls twitch as he’s squeezed just right causing you both to moan in unison. “Fuck, you’re made for me..” He thrusts harshly into your silken walls with a loud thump into your ass. “Please.” You moan out. So’lek smirks knowing exactly what you want, and who is he to deny his woman?

He watches as you grip the tree tight, bringing his hips to slam once more, as he drills fast and hard into your swollen little pussy. The sound of squelching and smacking fill the forest with a disgusting erotic symphony as he feels his balls clench with an impending release. “Gonna fill you right up…” He moans into your ear. “Do it.” Your challenge just inspires a faster pace, as he literally takes you off your feet and onto your tippy toes, turning into a brutal speed.

“You’re made for me, you’re going to carry my children aren’t you brat?” He huffs into your neck feeling his pace begin to grow sloppier and sloppier. “Yes!” Your head rests in the crook of his shoulder clenching down on him so tight he swears he sees Eywa herself. The sound of your soaking wet heat and his balls slapping against your ass cause him to release his seed into your empty womb, coating it with the sticky hot liquid as you feel it immediately drip out of you. “Agh!” You squeal loudly as you feel his hand snake around to rub circles on your swollen bud. The overwhelming sensation of being filled to the brim and your clit being stimulated just right, causes your body to shake violently as you squirt your juices onto his hand and wrist. “Fuck fuck fuck.” You whimper out. “Just like that, that’s a good girl.” So’lek talks you through your orgasm as if his own didn’t just almost cause temporary blindness from pure ecstasy.

“Tam tam…” he whispers gently as your twitching body begins to slow down. Your labored breathing begins to sync with one another, feeling him gently bring you back down onto the grass and turning you around to face him. Both of you look completely and utterly wrecked, with glossy eyes and loose hair sticking to your sweaty foreheads.

He gingerly wraps his hand around the back of your neck to bring you in for a passionate kiss. “Mmm” He groans into your mouth kissing you with such purpose your eyes see stars dancing inside your eyelids. “Baby…” You moan softly. He parts ways as your lips leave a trail of spit gazing into each other’s eyes. “Soon you will be swollen with my child…” He half whispers to himself cupping your toned stomach. “I guess practice makes perfect…” You giggle, as both of you slump down along the tree trunk redlining in the last remains of alcohol in your system. “A very bountiful season indeed..” He whispers