#precalculable

[blackjackkent]

OK, so I might have to take back some of my decisions in the last post. Getting to the Inquisitor is more complicated than I thought.

He's currently behind a barrier, to which Therezzyn is holding the key. Our options, according to Google, are to a) give Therezzyn the artifact and get access given to us, b) pickpocket Therezzyn when she's not looking, or c) kill her.

Hector doesn't want to do any of these things, and I'm trying to figure out which one would be least out of character. :/

Really (going back to what I said in the previous post about Hector's usual compulsive honesty), option A makes the most sense for him. And, apparently, it doesn't actually take the artifact from us long-term and does actually get some approval from Lae'zel. The downside, of course, is everyone ELSE disapproves, and I want to get Karlach's romance going, goddammit. :P

Hypothesis. What if I ungroup Karlach and Gale and leave them outside the door on the (in-character) grounds that Therezzyn will be more likely to listen to a smaller number of random strangers barging into her office.

[tests]

OK, apparently that does work. We don't get any disapproval from the rest of the party, we still get Lae'zel's approval, we keep the artifact in the long run, and Hector gets to be his usual honest self. (The Dream Guardian is pretty unhappy with us, but hopefully she'll get over it and still keep us from turning into a squid in our sleep.)

On the bright side, also, this doesn't negate any of the previous scene, as we can pick up from right afterwards:

"I presume you are not stupid enough to return empty-handed. So give me the weapon - NOW."

"Here it is." Wondering if he is making the right decision, Hector reaches into his pack and pulls out the small, strangely-shaped item. Inwardly he thinks a small apology to Shadowheart. There seems no point to trying to navigate this place without being forthright, but it is such a dangerous choice...

Then again, no choice seems safe at present. Not anymore.

He can feel his dream guardian rebelling against this choice, her voice piercing in his mind. "No. NO!"

But he has no choice but to be forthright, and he extends his hand with the item held carefully between his fingers.

The kith'rak's eyes light with sudden glee. She flicks her hand outwards, pulling the object towards her with a spell and examining it as it hovers in her grasp.

"Yes...there it is...exactly as described. The inquisition will finally come to an end."

She moves as if to pocket the artifact...and suddenly, a familiar glow bursts around it, knocking her backwards against the wall. The artifact erupts from her hands and crashes back into Hector, settling itself back into his hands, vibrating with power.

"Tsk'va!" Therezzyn scrambles back to a standing position and glares at him furiously. "Trickery! Heresy! How did you--" She stammers incoherently, fists clenching at her sides. "You manipulate it when I cannot?!"

She visibly stills herself. Hector has seen this movement before in Lae'zel, and in himself - the grounding, centering, shoving aside the inconvenient, chaotic emotions. Her face goes hard as stone.

"It appears you have been chosen, istik," she says coldly. "You are lucky it is not for me to question why."

She pulls the glowing keystone from her pocket and stalks past him to the barrier blocking the way to the ch'r'ai. "Go. Seek the inquisitor below. And take the cursed thing with you."

[moneypuzzleexchanger]

I didn't even watch the movie but I just thought about why would Thanos make everything balanced by killing 1/2 of everything. That doesn't seem very balanced to me. Like on a weight scale of you take one half off the scale the other end is just going to fall down. If you take half off of both it's already balanced before you do anything. Make it make sense

[chvoswxtch]

perv!billy russo watching, peeping as you and your boyfriend frank has sex. he just loves to watch frank work, that’s just canon.

nonnie, you are absolutely goddamn right.

thank you for putting this sinful image in my head. I got a little carried away (what's new) and made billy a little bit more...involved if you will. ;)

warning: swearing, explicit sexual content (minors pls dni) word count: 2k

love to watch you work.

Billy didn’t want to touch himself. Not yet. He liked to draw out the excitement, let the anticipation build up in his chest slowly, like a roller coaster languidly rising up the track to its highest peak. He liked to let his cock swell on its own with need from the external stimulation, seeing just how long he could hold out, granting himself tiny slivers of relief before diving fully into the lust that pooled in his eyes. He liked to make it last.

But it was getting increasingly harder when you were making noises like that.

Your wrists were bound to the headboard with his silk black tie to keep you from being able to move, Billy’s idea that Frank had happily obliged to, and had made your thighs clench together as soon as the words left his mouth. 

Told you she’d like it, Frankie.

The way you had stared up at him with those big doe eyes as he bound your wrist with his own tie had nearly made him come on the spot.

He watched in awe as you writhed on the bed, your hips having to be held down by Frank’s strong arm, because you couldn’t stay still while he worked you over with his tongue. One of the things he loved about Frank was that he liked to take his time too. He wasn’t impatient when it came to pleasure, didn’t rush or go in without a plan. He was methodical, tactical even, and everything had a purpose. Every single touch, the way he undressed you, the placement of his kisses; every action was precalculated to get you as worked up as possible to ensure you reached a level of gratification you knew only he could give.

Frank knew how to make people beg, and Billy loved it.

Billy gripped onto the arm of the chair he was sitting in so tightly, his knuckles turned completely white. Frank had been eating you out for half an hour now, sending you rushing towards the edge only to slowly drag you away like a merciless tide flirting with the moon. Frank had told him that you never put up a fight, and that it never took much to get you to beg for him, but Billy had requested that he edge you to see just how far they could push you. A low groan sounded in the back of Billy’s throat when he noticed Frank had began to rut his hips against the mattress, searching for his own relief as he fucked you with his tongue.

Frank had rendered you a whimpering, pathetic mess so easily, it made Billy rock hard within a matter of minutes. He watched almost in a trance as you weakly tugged at the restraints, whining as you tried so hard to rock your hips against Frank’s face, begging relentlessly for mercy. Billy liked that you were greedy. But more than anything, he liked how submissive you were, so willing to surrender as long as you got what you wanted. He clenched his jaw as he moved his hand over the bulge in his jeans, palming himself lightly to get just enough relief to placate himself, a soft sigh leaving his parted lips.

“Fuck, you weren’t kiddin’ about her.”

“Told ya, Bill. She gives in easy.”

“Oh, and you don’t? You ever tell her no?”

Frank paused as he pulled his head away from your pussy and turned his head to the side to flash Billy a cocky grin. His entire mouth, nose, and chin were completely covered and shining with your slick.

“Would you?”

Billy tore his eyes away from Frank when a frustrated whine left your mouth due to the lack of attention where you wanted it most. He glided his tongue slowly along his bottom lip when he caught your bashful gaze, inhaling slowly through his nose before letting out a deep exhale from his chest as he stared you down with a wicked smirk.

“No. I’d give her whatever the fuck she wanted.”

“Frank…please…”

You sounded like you were on the verge of tears, and to his exhilaration, Billy swore he could see a few building in the corners of your eyes. Frank turned his attention back to you, gently rubbing his large hand over your spread thigh as he licked his lips and flashed you a charming smile.

“What is it, sweetheart? You wanna come?”

A loud whine of desperation tore through your chest as you nodded frantically, tugging harder at Billy’s tie as you let pleas fall from your lips like raindrops in a storm.

“Well don’t ask me, baby. You gotta ask Bill. Bet he’d say yes if you asked real nice, yeah?”

Billy nearly combusted when you turned your head to look at him. Your eyes were heavy with exhaustion from the edging, but wild with a hunger that could only be satisfied with his permission. Your full lips were parted as you panted heavily and he watched as your perfect tits bounced ever so slightly with the heavy rise and fall of your chest. That look in your eye had him ready to unload in his jeans, and he understood perfectly why Frank could never say no to you.

“Please Billy…please…please let me come.”

He knew he wasn’t going to deny you, but he feigned contemplation so that he could hear the way you moaned his name again. It was drenched in need, and had him palming harder at his aching cock. Billy could’ve come just from hearing how good you sounded when you begged. He loved to hear people beg. It caused a power to surge through his veins, being the only one to be able to offer what was needed so badly; being the one that was needed so badly. But getting to hear you beg? It was his new favorite sound.

“Russo ain’t as nice as me, sweetheart. He’s gonna make you work for it, ain’tcha Bill? I reckon he likes how pretty you sound though. Don’t be shy, angel. Let ‘em know how bad you need it.”

Frank rested his cheek against your thigh as he smiled up at you, glancing over at Billy with a knowing look as he chuckled lowly. Billy narrowed his eyes at Frank, knowing exactly what game he was playing, and let out another deep exhale as a whimper of his name from your lips caught his attention.

“Please…Billy…please let me come. Please, I need it-”

“You think you’ve earned it?”

“Yes…yes I’ve been good, Billy-”

“Yes you have, babygirl. You’ve been very good. You’ve been so generous, letting Frank share you like this with me. You wanna paint his pretty face? Bet he’d look even better covered in you. Still wouldn’t be as pretty as you, though.”

“How’s it feel not bein’ the prettiest one in the room, Russo?”

Frank’s lips were stretched in a wide smirk as he rubbed slow circles on your inner thigh, lifting his brows in playful inquisition as he stared at Billy. Shaking his head slowly, Billy undid a few more buttons on his shirt, tugging at the leather of his belt as a smirk curled at the corner of his own mouth.

“She’s been so kind as to share with me, I don’t mind my competition being her. Now put that fuckin’ smart mouth of yours to work, Castle. Give her what she’s earned.”

Frank broke out into a toothy grin as he chuckled, saluting Billy with two of his fingers and a wink before grasping your thighs in his large hands and throwing your legs over his broad shoulders. The sounds that he made while eating your pussy were obscene, and Billy groaned lowly at how loud you got the closer you got to the edge. After unzipping his jeans, he slipped his hand into them to grasp his cock through his briefs, hissing quietly at the contact before giving it a gentle squeeze. Billy was having a hard time settling on what to focus on more; the way Frank’s head moved between your thighs or the looks of absolute fucked out euphoria on your pretty face.

“Be a good girl and come all over his face, darlin’. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes Billy…”

“Good, that’s a very good girl.”

Billy sank his teeth into his bottom lip as he watched your face, subtly moving his hips up against his palm as he groaned lowly. He still wasn’t ready to come yet, even though he really wanted to. He wanted to watch Frank stretch you out with his cock, see just how much you let him get away with when he fucked you stupid, and then he’d get to have his own fun. 

The second your orgasm crashed into you like a wave colliding into a cliff, your back arched off the bed, and your loud moans filled the bedroom entirely, luring Billy further into his own greed like a siren’s song. He grunted loudly as he practically forced himself to pull his hand out of his jeans, gripping onto the armrests tightly as he panted, slowly rolling his hips upwards into nothing as Frank stubbornly cleaned the mess between your thighs despite your breathy protests.

Frank didn’t give you more than a minute to calm down before he was kissing his way up your stomach, pausing at your chest to give each of your nipples a gentle bite, before untying your hands from the headboard. He looped the extra fabric around your wrists tightly to keep them bound, wrapping his arm around your waist to manipulate you onto your stomach, grasping at your hips to pull your ass up into the air. Frank’s large hand came down against your ass in a rough smack, and Billy’s eyes lit up as you surged forward and let out a soft whine. Frank had positioned you directly in Billy’s sight, giving him the perfect view of your face and tits.

“Her eyes open?”

“Nah. Think she’s still comin’ down.”

Frank reached forward to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling your head backwards gently to get you to lift your head up, grunting softly as you pressed your ass further into his hard cock.

“There ya go, sweetheart. Look at Bill.”

“Open those pretty eyes, doll. Let me see ‘em.”

Billy’s lips stretched into a wide grin when your eyes fluttered open, sinking back further into the chair to get comfortable.

“There she is.”

“Told Russo we’d give him a show, yeah? You’re gonna keep those eyes open. Want you to watch him while he watches you. You close your eyes, even for a second, he’s gonna tell me, and then I stop. You understand?”

You nodded your head as best as you could, whining softly as Billy shook his head and clicked his tongue against his cheek.

“Don’t tell me he’s fucked you dumb already. You’re a smart girl. Use your words. Do you understand what he said?”

“Yes…understand.”

“Good.”

Billy gave Frank a nod of his head, licking his lips as he finally pushed his jeans and briefs down his thighs to finally let his cock spring free. A soft moan flew past your lips as you watched, and Billy smirked as he collected some of the precum that had leaked onto his stomach to lubricate his palm. 

“Like what you see, darlin’?”

“Yes…oh-”

As Frank slowly pushed himself into you from behind, your eyes fluttered closed for a second as you adjusted, only snapping them back open when you heard Billy clear his throat. He arched one of his dark brows in warning, and you gripped onto the sheets as you pleaded with your eyes. He gave you a quick ‘i’ll let that one slide’ wink, wrapping his palm around the base of his needy cock that was begging for attention. He let out a deep, satisfied moan when Frank started to fuck you from behind, moving his hand in sync with Frank’s rhythm.

“Goddamn Frankie, I love to watch you work.”

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[hungwy]

precalculus should be an adjective. precalculous -- the quality of being overly prepared. "His doomsday shelter was a little precalculous."

[aparticularbandit]

it is important to me that you understand that:

junko has no luck (and when she does, it's bad luck)

nagito has fantastic luck, but it always comes at a cost - for every moment of good luck, there is also a moment of bad luck; the higher the good luck he wants, the greater the sacrifice of bad luck he needs first (see case 5)

izuru has luck with no cost, which makes his luck better than nagito's; he's the inverse of junko, but his luck is downloaded, fake, contrived (like the rest of his talent is)

this must be combined with:

junko can calculate and anticipate anything provided she has access to the right dataset (the better she knows someone/something, the better she can manipulate them/it - this extends to talent as well; the more data she has on how someone's talent functions, the better she can imitate it, which is why she can't imitate ryota's animation as completely in the way that she wants (different talents have different rates in terms of how much she needs to analyze them, though))

nagito can deduce but he cannot mimic; he dabbles in manipulation, but he is much more of a servant to someone else's goals, which means his analysis is always in service to someone else (kyoko is similar but not quite the same; kyoko can get to the point of deducing fast enough to prevent things, which is a lot more similar to junko's analysis, just used in a different way; kyoko's more straight forward than junko is, which is why deduce and not analyze)

izuru's analysis functions the same as junko's does, except that he doesn't need to analyze someone else's talent to mimic it; he has had talent downloaded straight into him like neo in the matrix; if he wants more talents than the ones he already has, he's gonna need them downloaded again, probably

as a result:

junko's weakness is luck and incomplete data sets; an incomplete (or wrong) data set leads to a miscalculation, and when something relies on luck and cannot be precalculated or predicted, then junko falls. she relies hard on her analysis, which gives her a blind spot. (junko, however, is aware of this. that's why she has both nagito and izuru on deck; in the hope calculation that their luck, correctly used, will allow her to predict things that happen by chance as well)

nagito's weakness is his reliance on his luck. he believes in his luck. his luck will take care of him. he can't control how it works, and he can't control how the bad luck will happen or who it will happen to, but he doesn't need to analyze something for his luck to get him out of it (and the smaller the chance that something will happen, the more likely it will happen to him; his luck works on an inverse to everyone else's, basically, so what's the point of predicting things on what is most likely to happen when, for him, it will probably be the other way around)

izuru could cover his incomplete data sets with his luck, but tends to rely so completely on his luck to cover his ass that he stops analyzing and leaves himself open there - he should be the strongest of the two, but really tends to leave him with more weaknesses until he figures out how to use the two in conjunction; something junko has figured out but cannot do because her luck is not her own

[willshookaspear]

Right Now | Rafe Cameron x OC

Snippet from 04: she bites.

"Your breath is tickling my stomach, stop breathing," Billie said again. Rafe scoffed in contempt and rolled his eyes as he held her up. She could almost reach the waffle iron in the back of the top cupboard.

"Got it," she said and held the waffle iron out in front of her. "Whoops," she said when she dropped the cord and the plug bounced on Rafe's head with a thump.

"What the fuck," Rafe exclaimed and momentarily lost his grip of Billie.

As she slid down she tightened her thighs around his hips. When Rafe regained the strength in his muscles after the shock of being head-butted by part of a kitchen appliance, he caught her. In a few milli-seconds he went from holding her up to reach, to her straddling him, his hands firmly supporting her by her ass.

Faces now level, they looked into each others' eyes, both confused and still.

"Sorry," Billie said with a devilish grin. "It ran away from me."

"You think you're so cute," Rafe said, displeased. "You did that on purpose."

"I'm not that precalculative," Billie whispered and winked. Rafe gulped at the sight of the girl in front of him. They were both very aware of the fact that he was still holding her, but didn't let it show. At this point, Billie was glad she had run up the stairs, and was already red when she arrived. Maybe the skin heating up in her face now wasn't as obvious. As the thoughts of not showing weakness went through Billie's head, Rafe was practicing self-control with an iron fist. He worried Billie could see the scenes that played in his mind flash like pictures across his eyes, that she could see into his brain somehow and reveal his thoughts about her plump lips and that ass he was gripping.

"Good morning," a voice said behind them. In a shameful second, Rafe let go of Billie and she landed on her feet with a thump. 

AO3: Right Now | Rafe Cameron by willshookaspear

[pragmatiks]

Precalculator - Platin

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[goemon-fan]

I initially meant for this just to be a gifset, but after having watched this episode again, Goemon behaved in a very autistic manner.

Goemon has a cartoonish view of what a casino really is, to the point where Jigen even wonders if he actually understands. Although Goemon grew up sheltered, he is now aware of what a casino is, yet still has a fantastical view of this real establishment. He is making a dice throwing motion, but does not actually know how to play dice games, which makes it seem as if he has a rough idea of what a casino is but still does not understand exactly what it is. It seems that without a proper explanation of rules and how things work, Goemon simply doesn't understand standard societal norms or certain experiences.

Goemon is upset that he couldn't see his failure at the slot machines ahead of time, and mentions his emotions in a very neutral manner: "This is not good. I need to calm down." He is upset this game does not have a clear goal for him to work towards, or a clear method of winning that he could use. He also uses his mantra "Be free from all distracting thoughts," which, while commonly attributed to his meditation and training sessions, seems in this gif to be something he says and reminds himself of during certain emotional reactions and towards certain uncomfortable stimuli.

Goemon views the slot machine as an enemy to be defeated, and humanizes this inanimate object. He also mistakenly believes that a slot machine is a typical game that can be won with effort, rather than understanding this is an entirely different kind of game based on chance alone.

He does not know how to deal with his loss to the slot machine; he knows that in samurai combat it would be expected for him to commit seppuku, however does not understand that this is not appropriate behavior for a casino, nor does he understand that the slot machine is not a traditional enemy and that it is not fighting him, but is simply a machine with precalculated odds.

Lupin has to explain to him that it is not appropriate or necessary to kill oneself in response to a casino loss, and Goemon is completely oblivious towards unspoken societal norms such as how a casino operates and how to conduct oneself within one.

Goemon rationalizes his loss with a previously studied platitude (I don't know about anyone reading this, but I absolutely have found philosophy tremendously helpful in navigating social contexts, and it seems Goemon is the same way). He is detached from typical emotions that would be evoked towards a loss such as the one in this episode, and only knows how to conduct himself in accordance with philosophical guidelines of behavior. He is once again unaffected by social norms, and thinks and behaves in a somewhat-calculated and preplanned manner.

I just think that the Lupin gang has to regularly explain things to Goemon in a clear manner because he just doesn't understand unspoken rules, and I'm sure he finds himself in a lot of silly situations because of it

[crying-fantasies]

First born

Masterlist

At first, before the humans arrived to the Lost Light, by the totally well planned and precalculated plan made by their loved captain, everyone were given continuous (and obligatory) lessons on how to interact with humans, how to hold them using an strange doll than most crushed in their first try, "this is why it's best to be prepared", how to prevent accidents, download every human language and so on, even the first time contact bots aboard had to be taught how to filter human pheromones because as an species they don't have the ability to suppress such basic necessity and it's rude to point it out, "Damn, poor fleshies", ah, also, don't say rude things like that, Riptide, think about the human's feelings, please; all in all it was mostly common things like that and when the first ones put pedes, um, feet, they were mostly prepared, being the mini bots the firsts to be graced with the human's trust first given the height difference (and because they are adorable).

So you must understand their complete shock when one human said: "I'm pregnant" to explain why the other humans were making a party with pastel ribbons and that, no, Tailgate, her tank isn't going to explode, it just has a new life inside.

The only one bot that understood what was happening from the get go was Ratchet, his time back on earth and his knowledge on human physiology made him the main resource of information, and also the most bothered mech in the starship for the next 8 months or so.

Once he had enough he just told Rewind to show them some kind of documentary about humans.

That movie night everybot reunited, it wasn't mandatory like before but the idea of a human sparkling around, after so long without new life in their own barracks, was tempting and also hopeful in every sense, even bots that weren't that near to humans also came.

They ended up seeing a marathon of all the Alien movies, even the crossovers.

More than one bot purged their tank and more than one screamed, cried in horror or downright fainted due to what they believed was the "delivery" of a human baby because they all wanted to know how the baby was going to get out and simply go straight to the chest buster scene, there is so much fleshy fluids around and so much shouts of agony and- oh Primus have mercy, what in the Pit is that thing-?!

"We'll look after your sparkling after you're gone, your sacrifice is valued and recognized for us, we'll remember you and tell tales of your courage to the new spark" the soon to be mother didn't understand shit while Tailgate and Riptide cried over her while hugging her, pleading the baby to not come too soon, other bots were outside the humans zone crying over how abruptly one human life must end to give way to the other, Cyclonus was on his knees and his sword was solemnly next to him in order to show the sincerity of his oath to his human friend, to this day some swear on their spark they saw some coolant tears on his dead optics, "when the time comes, you can leave without regrets".

Oh, imagine having to explain them.

"You won't die then?"

"If everything goes fine, then no"

"Then you won't die!" Oh, Riptide, the new mother was his first human friend and he was attached.

But, in all honesty, when the time of delivery does come most bots are waiting outside the medbay, just to immediately shut down their audial receptors by the cries and screams, didn't the humans say it wasn't like the movie?!

After agonizing hours they can finally see the new born human baby through a big glass carefully resting in the arms of the mother, and it is so-

"It looks like a fragging wet and armorless turborat after being soaked in acid for a week"

"Whirl!"

"What, if you think that's cute then you're lying to yourself!"

"I call dibs on the name!"

"It's not the time, Rodimus!"

"Think about it Mins! Sunbird! General-one! Novamoon! I'm on my element here!"

"Rodimus-"

"I like the name Nova"

Geez, the name Novamoon was tacky but at least had nothing to do with Nova Prime, but who was going to tell no to the new mama when she looked so exhausted but oh so happy, not knowing what they did as she was calling her new spark, ignorant of the very crazy and very supremacist anti organic propaganda now totally dead Prime?, no one had the courage to even mention Nova Prime and just forgot about him when baby Nova started to look more human and also started to ask for "up up" with her little organic servos as high as she could, no one could deny the little human femmeling as she crawled around the safe part of the ship with a turborat onesie that was away too cute for most sparks, bound to do some mischief with Riptide just two steps behind to keep her safe.

[absolute-eyesore]

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[offender42085]

Post 1148

Gavin Roberts, Ohio inmate A804386, born 2005, incarceration intake November 2023 at age 18, scheduled for release November 2047

Murder, Robbery

In November 2023, nearly a year after the shooting death of Brice Hilton, family and loved ones wore pink shirts bearing the Pennsylvania man’s smiling face to court to learn the fate of his murderer. 

From the courtroom gallery, they watched as Gavin Roberts was sentenced to serve between 42 and 47 1/2 years to life in prison for Hilton’s Nov. 19, 2022, murder.

On that day, Hilton, 37, and his then-pregnant fiancee, Blair Legg, had driven to Ohio to purchase a cellphone from Roberts for Hilton’s son’s birthday.

Instead, Roberts, armed with a .38 Special revolver and a potato inside an iPhone box, shot Hilton multiple times before robbing his lifeless body of $220. 

Before sentencing was handed down by Trumbull County Common Pleas Judge Cynthia W. Rice, Legg and Hilton’s mother, LaSonia Moorer-Henry gave victim impact statements. 

Roberts looked at the floor throughout both speeches, standing just feet from them. 

Roberts was convicted of murder after a Trumbull County jury deliberated only two hours following a one-and-a-half-day trial, finding Roberts guilty of aggravated murder and aggravated robbery, both with firearms specifications. 

He was found not guilty of an additional murder count that carried a precalculated and design factor, and not guilty of aggravated burglary.

Assistant Prosecutor Christopher Becker said because Roberts was only 17 at the time of his crime, he would be eligible for parole after serving 25 years because of Ohio legislation set in 2021 that restricts sentencing for teen offenders. 

“I think it’s very unfair. This is a classic type of case of why Senate Bill 256 should be reversed by the legislature, and they should take that off the books because it’s the classic case of someone who deserves more than getting a parole hearing at 25 years,” Becker said.

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[kawaoneechan]

Just watched the latest Hunter R. video about bugs in the original Animal Crossing, and one segment stood out to me.

The Harvest Moon.

Long story short, they precalculated a list of dates spanning from 2001 to 2030, to simplify figuring out when the Harvest Moon should occur. The bug is that they did it wrong and in several years (including this year) the event is off by one or more days.

That's the only yearly event that has such a list in the entire game too, and Hunter considers it the likeliest reason AC is capped at 2030.

The worst part is that nineteen years later, New Horizons only made it worse.

ACNH has several holidays and other such events that don't fall on a particular fixed Gregorian calendar day. Therefore, its table of holidays and events has sixty columns for fancy events' days and another sixty for the months. It supports a range from 2000 (mind you it came out in 2020) to 2060, at which point the game will complain.

(Fun fact: some events like Black Friday are like that and do use the sixty-year timespan but for some reason all sixty are set to November 30. It's described as running from the fourth Friday in November, Thanksgiving being the fourth Thursday, to the end of November, which is what those sixty value pairs are for, but instead they list the end. I know I didn't mis-parse them, too.)

Regardless, when I get around to handling yearly events in Project Special K... I have half a mind to go hard mode and calculate that stuff on startup. Load the event data, find any with special request markers, edit their start and end dates on the spot. Having a generic system would be especially neat so you could specify "fourth Friday in November". In C terms, going from a time_t value to a struct tm does include the day of the week so with enough back and forth and iteration sounds like a good starting point, but there's probably a neater way to do it in standard C++17.

[mothmans-arthritis]

I've had like negative energy today and couldn't get myself to run this morning, I'm up to almost 28,000 steps so far from pacing (2pm) but my c4l burning pace is low so that still hasn't hit 2000 c4ls burnt. I'm gonna have to 34t higher today to get energy but that scares me so I'm trying to burn as much as I can before my meal tonight. It's ribs so it's definitely pretty high c4l but I'm pairing it with veggies. As scary as the c4ls are, I'm definitely excited for this recipe. It's Cajun honey butter ribs, and I've already started the prep. The house smells incredible. Mentally preparing for the scale to go up tomorrow. It's definitely tricky to count the c4ls for this meal cuz of the b0n3s, I can't really precalculate much, I'll have to weigh my plate pre and post eating I guess

[astrum-aetherium]

This is so obscure and definitely whimsical but what do you think about a Hanahaki disease AU with Henry? Like the most stoic rock-like man who acts like he’s not in love just starts coughing up flowers whenever he’s near the person of his affection— this is angst potential ;)

as a tumblr veteran and an occasional au enjoyer, this proposal both enlightened me and illuminated my day. what a hauntingly beautiful concept in and of itself, and to embed it into the context of the secret history — let alone henry personally? what a wondrous, wondrous notion. thank you lots for putting it forth.

imagine how bewildered he would be initially, specifically when it would happen for the first time. it wouldn't take much; he could be sitting in the most clandestine corner of the library, inscrutably occupied by his studies. you'd merely breeze by, unassuming as all hell, and he wouldn't even spare you a glance. his body, however, would react almost immediately, subconsciously aware of your precalculated affinity — his stomach would twist and turn, he'd need to clear his throat a few times too many, and upon one of those times, he would expel and behold it — that very first petal.

he wouldn't have heard much of the disease, obviously, which would trouble him — he would do all sorts of research and still remain none the wiser. of course, that would irritate him greatly. he wouldn't even draw the connection between the nature of his condition and you at first, although with time it'd become too evident. he would be emitting petals each given time you as much as graced the same premises he found himself at. confronting you about it, however, wouldn't be anything he'd be ready or willing to do at first.

as a response to his situation, he would start carrying along more handkerchiefs. at the end of one singular day at university, his pockets and bag would be filled with either loose petals or petals wrapped up in those very handkerchiefs, as would some of the trash bins across campus. some people would find it endearing, others wistful — to see such beauty disposed of in that way. hell, he could even start frequenting the university grounds less and less, only in cases he absolutely couldn't help it.

embarrassingly, — or amusingly — he would only realize it was love that had caused his condition to develop quite late. it wouldn't make much sense until he had conducted research, gotten to know you. then it would strike him; loud as a bell, echoic as a church, firm as marble, holy as an altar, intoxicating as wine. and yes, there is angst potential — we know this disease to most commonly occur in situations of unrequited love, or under dire, futile circumstances. therefore...

even if you found yourself reciprocating his unannounced, yet constantly blossoming and protruding feelings, the very beauty of their potential would soon enough be snuffed out as though a flame deprived of oxygen — his death. it would (and did), without a doubt, cut any sort of developing story short. yours — however wondrous in theory of its potential progression — would pose no exception.

[cherrypikkins]

What is something you want to share about Kitt but have never had the right opportunity to?

Hmmm. Where to start :3;;;

Lots of things really but I’m just going piecemeal for now.

-glances at all the lengthy game-dialogue posts- yeah :3;;;;; piecemeal.

I do plan to drop all the juicy Kitt lore in bits and pieces at a time. I guess one thing I haven't revealed is that the Church of Seiros (Seteth and Flayn specifically) have a way of tracking Kitt's location at all times, the mechanics of which I haven't fully fleshed out.

Naturally, Kitt is fully aware of this and will purposely test Seteth's patience by wandering around places forbidden.

I think part of Seteth's support with Kitt is finally agreeing to remove said tracking device.

If Kitt is recruited in Crimson Flower, their presence at Garreg Mach will seem like a risk to Edelgard's plans, but it is actually a precalculated move on Kitt's part to lure both Seteth and Flayn, Rhea's closest remaining allies, out into the open.

And that's it for now :3 Thanks for asking!

[niceinchnails]

i have a pokemon

Hi Full Name: PreCalculous Floetteous