#queue kernels

[voidedgear]

What would you do if... your unversed decided they all wanted to wear halloween costumes? ALL of them.

MEME OBTAINED!

“My Unversed don’t decide anything. They’re me.” Vanitas replies with all the stubbornness of a teenager. Technically, if one had existed long enough in its own state, then one might develop a semblance of individuality and consciousness—the same way he had when he’d been separated from Ventus.

But that was a conceptual rabbit hole that Vanitas didn’t care to travel down right this minute. Or ever. Yeah, let’s just not think about that.

Vanitas rarely allowed them to exist outside of himself for long anyway. There’s no way it would happen.

Right?

[pauein]

Every day i think "i should start using this blog again" and then i look at my likes

[nobodysuspectsthebutterfly]

#the jon/cat thing is true but well worn territory #the lannisters using lancel to project their subconscious resentment of jaime though #that’s fine literature #I had never considered that but I am obsessed #because he’s tywin’s golden boy like they both wish they were #and he doesn’t even want it #he squanders it at every opportunity #and that must be so frustrating for them #especially for tyrion who is obsessed with casterly rock #and has to watch jaime repeatedly refuse to leave the kingsguard and inherit it (via @spectrum-color)

#and he is so much kinder than tywin #but they still need him to love them bc in the end he's going to be the one with the power (via @all-was-not-well)

oughh I love Catelyn's anger at Ned at his infidelity being thrown on Jon because he's a socially acceptable target onto whom she can place her anger without confronting her social position as a woman in westeros who adopts a golden image of her husband because to think otherwise would be to confront her own lack of agency in marriage, and i love how Tyrion and Cersei misplace their resentment of their golden brother Jaime onto their treatment of Lancel, how they have sex with him and mock him and use him as a pawn for their schemes in a way they cant so openly do with jaime.

[sylith]

Joker⋆｡°✩ & Owen⋆｡°✩

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It was the kind of summer midday that stuck to your skin — all heat shimmer and blinding sun, the type of weather that made ice cream melt too fast. You had dragged Joker out hours ago, grinning like a menace, insisting he "touch grass" or "see sunlight" or whatever excuse you'd made up to get him outside. Now, the two of you sat in the park or, more accurately, you lounged under a patch of filtered shade while Joker slouched on the bench beside you, silently regretting wearing black. His dessert sat in his lap — some absurd layered sundae you’d picked out for him: syrupy, overloaded, obnoxious. He was picking at it with clear suspicion, stabbing into the mess like it had insulted him personally. You, on the other hand, were happily working through a melting scoop of Neapolitan ice cream, yapping a mile a minute, barely pausing between bites. Something about someone’s bike wreck. Or maybe it was about a dog. Joker wasn’t listening too hard. You were already more interesting than whatever you were saying. “…and then I told him, if he’s gonna crash that dramatically, he should at least do it with style,” you said, licking at the strawberry side, eyes squinting into the sunlight. “But I guess not everyone can pull off stupid and sexy like you can.” Joker froze mid-bite. The spoonful of sundae he'd just shoved into his mouth suddenly became a hazard. He coughed — once, sharp — then tried to swallow and breathe at the same time, which only made it worse. He doubled forward slightly, choking, thumping his chest while glaring at you through watering eyes. You blinked, then burst out laughing. “Holy shit, are you dying?” “I’m—” cough “fine,” he managed, turning away to spit into the grass like the heat was to blame. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then glared at you like you’d just slapped him with a shovel. “Damn,” you said, licking your spoon slowly, watching him suffer with a smile. “Didn’t know flirting could be fatal.” He sat back, squinting at you under the midday sun, trying desperately to look like he wasn’t still reeling. “You’re not funny.” “You’re just mad ‘cause it’s true,” you grinned, bumping his knee with yours. Joker scowled, but his ears were pink. He went back to stabbing at his sundae like it had personally offended his dignity. “This is why I don’t go outside with you.” “Sureeeeee,” you teased, stretching your arms up over your head like a cat in the sun. “But next time, try not to die just because I called you hot.” He muttered something into his cup of melting dessert, avoiding eye contact. You just kept smiling — smug and satisfied.

The karaoke booth is bathed in neon pinks and purples, soft lights bouncing off the walls. Empty soda cans and half-eaten snacks litter the table. Owen lounges like the whole place belongs to him—one leg propped up, shirt slightly rumpled from the heat, hair unfairly perfect. He’s got a mic in hand like it’s a trophy. You toss a popcorn kernel at him. He dodges it with an exaggerated grimace. “Face it,” he says, smirking as he scrolls through the song queue. “You just had to hear me sing again.” You roll your eyes, lips tugging into a grin. “You queued Beyoncé after Taemin. You’re not giving anyone else a chance.” He raises a brow, smug. “Would you rather I picked Queen? I am British, after all.” The first beat of a power ballad kicks in, and Owen is already performing like he’s on stage at an awards show. Eyes closed, voice smooth, gestures theatrical—he even throws in a spin at the chorus. When he finishes with a mock bow, you whistle and clap. “You practice that in the mirror?” you tease. “I don’t practice, darling,” he says, tossing you a wink. “I’m just naturally gifted.” You snort. “Must be exhausting being this humble.” He grins and leans in, forearms on his knees, voice dropping into something low and teasing. “You like it. Admit it. You dragged me out here just to watch me sing and look pretty for you.” “You really think I need an excuse to look at you?” That wipes the smug off his face—just for a second. He recovers quickly, flashing a grin that's a little too sharp. And then, the next song auto-queues—a slow, soulful R&B track that doesn’t match the chaos from before. You stretch your legs across the booth, brushing against his. He doesn’t move away. He eyes you sideways. “So, is that how you seduce people? Bad pop music and stolen fries?” You shrug. “Worked on you, didn’t it?” He scoffs, clearly trying not to smile. “Hardly. I’m just generous with my attention.” “Oh? So this is charity?” you ask, voice lilting, deliberately innocent. Owen shifts closer, turning slightly to face you, a spark flickering behind his gaze. “Maybe I just like the view.” You lean in, grin lazy and sweet. “Careful, Knight. Keep talking like that and I might not hold back.” Your voice dips lower, smooth and devilish. “Might have to climb into your lap and sing the next verse there. Real close. Just to check if your voice still holds steady.” Owen blinks, caught off guard. His lips part—maybe to recover,but nothing comes out. You sit back with practiced ease, sipping your drink like you didn’t just throw him off his game. “Your move, karaoke king.” And just like that, you out-freaked him.

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Was procrastinating on this for so long but it’s finally done!!! YAYYYYYY🥳🥳🥳 plsss ignore the typos and everything

dedications: @dzvelinaskebiyars @shintaru

[techav]

On Reinventing the Wheel

I have my little 68030 computer I built and I have my crude little kernel that lets the computer run BASIC for up to 8 users at the same time.

But wouldn't it be great if those users could do more than just type in small programs to watch an endless stream of HELLORLD fill the screen? You know ... silly things like print words on paper or, I don't know, save to a disk, maybe?

It would be great. I would love to be able to do that.

I'm not there yet.

See, I only have the one serial printer, so I really need some way to share it among the 8 users. Perhaps when a user wants to print something I could hold it in memory until the printer is free. I could print a page for one user, then move on to the next in queue so that everyone gets their turn at using the printer.

... I may have just reinvented the print spooler.

But that sounds like it would be difficult to add as a state machine to my kernel, and it would only make it more difficult to add other features later. It would be so much easier if I could just run this print spooler as if it were another user, just like I'm doing with BASIC.

... I may have just reinvented background processes.

If I'm running my print spooler program as a user-level process, then I could take advantage of the kernel function call I already have for writing data to a serial port. Oh, but I don't want to give up one of my 8 terminals; I would much prefer to use one of the two 6850 UARTs I had on the main board. I would need to update that kernel call to use the 6850 register set when the print spooler prices needs to send data, but still use the 16550 register set when the user programs need to send data. Perhaps I could just standardize the parameters and return values for the transmit/receive functions for the different devices and have the kernel call the right one based on what the process needs.

... I may have just reinvented device drivers.

Oh you know I bet I could do something very similar for reading & writing files. I could have a kernel function call for reading or writing a sector on the disk, but have another process that does the hard work of interpreting the disk data as the files requested by the user programs.

... I may have just reinvented the user-level file system driver.

I am absolutely reinventing the wheel. Every step of the way, every problem I come across is a solved problem. The Dartmouth Time Sharing System was doing all this with BASIC on a single computer 60 years ago, and it wasn't the first to try sharing a computer like this.

So yes, I am reinventing the wheel ... but I understand why it's round. I understand why the axel connects to the center of it. I understand why it must be able to spin independently of the cart.

Every step I take down this road, every solved problem I solve again helps me to understand why we do things the way we do. I have spent hours poring over the source code for Unix, for NetBSD, for Linux, Minix, Fuzix, DOS, CP/M, and others. Compared to what I have built, these are all massive, hugely complex beasts of programs that break my brain to try to understand.

But each time I reinvent the wheel I understand just a little bit more about how these existing systems work. I understand a little more about the problems the original programmers were trying to solve and the problems they faced, and I understand a little bit more about why they chose to build things the way they did.

And that is why I do this.

[mjonthetrack]

Chapter Twenty-Seven Movie: “Evil Dead” remake. Level of gore: high. Level of self-control required: even higher.

The lights were low, popcorn bowl half-empty, and Selah was curled up sideways on the couch beside Morgan, her thigh resting against his like it lived there. Her socks were mismatched—one had cartoon ghosts, the other said Bite Me. Fitting.

Halfway through a particularly gruesome scene, she jumped with a small yelp and launched herself right into his lap.

“Jesus!” she gasped, fingers clutching his shirt. “Why would anyone go into a damn basement in the woods?!”

Morgan blinked, then laughed, arms instinctively steadying her.

“You alright?” he asked, the rasp in his voice surprising even him.

She grinned sheepishly, still perched on his lap. “You make a pretty solid shield. Just saying.”

“Good to know,” he said, heart thudding like a war drum. Her weight, warm and soft, pressed down in the most dangerous ways.

She didn’t seem to notice.

She tossed a kernel of popcorn into his mouth like a shot, giggling when he nearly choked. “Open up next time. That was prime aim.”

“Pretty sure that was a sneak attack,” he muttered, flicking one back at her. It bounced off her forehead. She gasped in mock betrayal.

“Oh it’s like that?”

“It is.”

They were laughing, teasing, tossing kernels and insults until a throat-slicing sound effect made her shriek again—this time falling backward off his lap and onto the couch cushions in a dramatic sprawl.

“Okay,” she said, breathless, wiping a tear of laughter from the corner of her eye. “I need a drink before I combust.”

She pushed up to her feet, her back to him as she bent to grab the empty glasses. Her towel had come undone at some point during their popcorn war, leaving her in just the high-cut bikini bottoms and crop hoodie she threw on after the pool. As she straightened, Morgan caught it:

The tramp stamp—dark ink and delicate curves—peeking just above the waistband.

His eyes betrayed him. Just a second too long. Just enough to etch the image into his brain forever.

She disappeared into the kitchen, humming again, hips swaying to whatever melody lived in her head.

Morgan leaned back against the cushions, palms covering his face.

“Get it together, man.”

Because if she noticed the way his pulse jumped every time she touched him… if she knew what her laugh and curves and lowkey chaos did to him?

He’d be done for.

And he wasn’t sure he wanted to hold back much longer.

————

Chapter Twenty-Eight Movie switch: “Love & Basketball.” Mood switch: activated.

Morgan had switched the movie while she was in the bathroom, swapping out gore for something slower, deeper. When the opening credits of Love & Basketball rolled across the screen, he heard her voice float in from down the hall.

“Nooo, you didn’t just queue that up.”

He grinned, reclining into the corner of the couch. “Figured we’d give your nervous system a break after all the chainsaw trauma.”

She appeared a few moments later, fresh-faced and relaxed in a cropped white tank that stopped just below her ribcage and a pair of soft black briefs. The cut of them left nothing to the imagination—her thigh tattoos peeking like a secret whispered to the night, and the curve of her cheeks practically framed as she moved.

In one hand? Two cold drinks. In the other?

A blunt.

His eyebrows rose, and she smirked like she saw his thoughts before he even said a word.

“You ain’t the only one with stress relief techniques, Morgan.”

She flopped down beside him, legs stretched out, her body folding into the throw pillows with a comfort that made something in him ache. He took the offered drink, watched as she sparked the blunt, took a smooth inhale, then passed it.

He hesitated.

“You don’t gotta if you don’t want,” she said, eyes already hazy as her head tilted back.

“Nah,” he said, accepting it. “Just... surprised. But also? Not.”

Selah laughed. That low, smoky kind of laugh that made him turn fully toward her.

They passed it back and forth between sips of their drinks as the movie rolled on. They made commentary here and there—Morgan called out Q’s ego, Selah dragged Monica for being too proud. Then, during the late-night driveway scene, her voice went quiet.

“You ever have an ‘almost’ like that?” she asked, looking at him over the rim of her glass.

Morgan paused. “Yeah.”

She didn’t push, just nodded.

“I did too,” she said, softly. “One of those... deep-but-wrong-time things. Hurts worse than some breakups.”

“Yeah,” he said again, his voice a little rougher. “It does.”

She stretched, her fingers brushing his knee like it meant nothing. But to Morgan?

Everything.

“I used to think it meant something was wrong with me,” she confessed, exhaling smoke. “That I was always just a little too much. Too loud, too inked up, too into comics and vinyl and weird shit.”

His brows furrowed. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with you, Ellis.”

She smiled, a little sad. “Tell that to a few ghosts.”

The movie played on. Her head drifted to his shoulder sometime between scenes, and when she did, her voice was small and sleepy.

“You ever think you’d end up like this?” she mumbled. “On someone’s couch… after all the madness…”

Morgan looked down at her—this storm of a woman with the sunshine smile and scars she carried like tattoos.

“Nah,” he said. “But this? Don’t feel half bad.”

She hummed. “Good.”

He thought she might say more, but her breaths were already evening out, soft against his chest.

Morgan didn’t move.

Didn’t dare.

——————-

Chapter Twenty-Nine Rays, records, and realizations.

Selah stirred before she fully woke, the sound of music filtering through her cracked bedroom door. It wasn’t hers this time—no old-school vinyl humming from her speakers. No playlist of sultry soul or bass-heavy rap laced with ad-libs. This was something else. Something smoother, funkier.

Earth, Wind & Fire.

“You’re a shining star, no matter who you are…”

She blinked, rolled onto her back, and let the ceiling come into view. The scent of coffee and soap reached her next.

He was awake.

And he’d taken the liberty of turning her space into a Saturday morning playlist vibe.

Selah rubbed her eyes, stretched, then paused as she caught the familiar ache in her body from the deep rest she hadn’t had in weeks. Her oversized tee had twisted slightly around her hips during sleep, the thin cotton barely clinging to her curves. She sat up slowly, brushing a few curls off her forehead, and padded barefoot toward the hallway.

“Morning, sunshine,” Morgan called without turning around.

He was shirtless. She had not expected that.

He stood in her kitchen with loose black sweats hanging low on his hips and a dish towel slung over his shoulder like he belonged there. His back muscles shifted beneath his skin as he flipped something on the skillet—eggs? Pancakes?

“Damn, Morgan,” she said through a yawn, “you trying to get me to fall in love with you?”

He smirked. “I ain’t trying anything.”

She shook her head, pretending she wasn’t clocking the definition in his arms or the sharp lines of his abs when he reached for a mug. His dog tags, long tucked under a shirt, caught the light. She had to look away.

“You slept like a log,” he said, nodding toward her favorite chair, where Mars and Cross were curled up together like siblings. “I figured I’d give you a slow morning this time.”

She stepped closer, brushing past him to grab a fork, only mildly aware of the way her shirt had hiked up her thighs again.

“So what’s the plan today?” she asked, grabbing a piece of pineapple from the bowl he’d set out. “We gonna pretend this is just a staycation and not a government-sanctioned mental health hiatus?”

Morgan chuckled. “I was thinking beach, or hike, or...” He shrugged. “Whatever you want. I’m just along for the ride.”

Selah popped the fruit in her mouth and leaned against the counter, studying him. “You always this good at making people feel like they’re not broken?”

His smile dimmed just enough to make her heart tighten. “Only when I care.”

The silence between them stretched just a little—until the pancakes started to smoke.

“Shit—” he turned, swatting at the pan.

Selah snorted, her eyes dancing again. “And just like that, the charm spell breaks.”

“Don’t worry, Ellis. I’ll have you back under it in no time.”

She didn’t doubt that.

Not even a little.

———-

Chapter Thirty Ocean eyes and off-guard moments.

Selah’s Bluetooth speaker was already nestled in the sand beside their blanket, blasting a smooth mix of 90s R&B and early 2000s summer hits. The sky stretched wide and blue above them, the sun dancing like diamonds over the waves. A light breeze blew through, carrying the scent of coconut sunscreen and ocean salt.

Selah leaned back on her elbows, her legs stretched out, painted toes buried in warm sand. Her bikini was a burnt orange that glowed against her skin, a wide-brimmed straw hat shielding her face and sunglasses tipped down just enough for her to observe the scene without seeming like she was doing anything at all.

Morgan was tossing a football with a random kid who’d asked him for help. His laugh—loud and full—carried over the wind.

He looked annoyingly good.

The sun slicked across his chest and shoulders, catching in the hard cut of his abs. His shorts sat low, water droplets still glistening on his skin from his last dip in the waves. His smile was stupid. Wide and easy and... stupid.

She took a sip of her frozen mango drink and tried not to acknowledge the flutter in her chest.

“You’re ridiculous,” she muttered under her breath, not sure if she meant him or herself.

“Who?” Morgan called, turning to look at her, like he heard her through the wind.

Selah blinked, laughed. “What?”

“You said something.”

She waved her drink. “I said this mango madness is hitting harder than expected.”

He jogged over, plopping down beside her in the sand, clearly proud of himself.

“You still buzzed off one drink?”

“It’s a tall drink,” she said defensively, turning her face to the sun. “Besides, I’m small.”

“You’re trouble.”

“I’ve been told,” she grinned, sipping again.

Morgan reclined beside her, resting on his forearms, his body warm and close, but not touching hers. The air between them buzzed with something unspoken. Easy. Electric.

“You always this quiet when you’re enjoying yourself?” she asked after a beat.

“Only when the company’s this good.”

She turned her head to glance at him and felt her stomach flip at the way he was already looking at her. Calm. Relaxed. Like he wasn’t in any rush to leave her space.

She cleared her throat, tugging her hat back down. “You keep saying sweet things and I’m gonna start thinking you like me.”

His voice dropped, teasing. “What if I do?”

Her pulse skipped.

Selah laughed too quickly, brushing it off, brushing him off. “Then I’d say you’ve had too much sun and not enough electrolytes.”

He just smirked, laid back, and closed his eyes like he’d said nothing at all.

And Selah?

She suddenly couldn’t stop looking at him.

—————

The sun dipped low, bleeding amber and rose into the sky as the beach started to clear out. The breeze was cooler now, brushing softly over their sun-warmed skin. Selah tossed the last of her fruity drink into a recycling bin and kicked off her sandals, wriggling her toes in the sand with a content sigh.

“That’s it,” she said with mock drama, looking toward the distant boardwalk lights flickering to life. “I am absolutely not walking back.”

Morgan raised a brow, slinging the beach bag over his shoulder. “Oh, really?”

She grinned, eyes slightly glassy from the drinks, cheeks flushed with sun and summer. “Not with these legs. You’ve got two—very strong—legs and you owe me for sharing my sunscreen.”

“Sharing your sunscreen?” he scoffed, stepping closer. “You squirted it at me like I was a target in a damn game.”

“And you still didn’t burn, did you?” She fluttered her lashes, stumbling just slightly as she stepped toward him. “Piggyback me, or I start dramatically crawling.”

Morgan laughed, shook his head, and turned around, crouching a little. “Get on before I change my mind, Ellis.”

Selah let out a soft squeal of laughter as she jumped onto his back, her arms wrapping around his shoulders, legs locking around his waist. She was warm against him, smelling like sun, ocean salt, and the coconut oil that had nearly driven him insane all day.

“Onward, noble steed,” she whispered against his ear, resting her chin on his shoulder.

He adjusted his grip on her thighs, trying not to think about how close she was. How right it felt. “You’re lucky you’re light.”

“I’m a delicate forest fairy, thank you very much.”

He snorted. “You’re chaos with curls.”

“Still carried me, though.”

“Yeah,” he muttered, more to himself than her, “I did.”

They strolled along the edge of the boardwalk, the sound of the waves keeping rhythm with their silence. Selah hummed to the music still drifting from a bar nearby, fingers absently playing with the chain around his neck. Her breath was soft, cheek against his.

Neither of them said anything about the way Monday loomed ahead of them. About what it meant to go back. About how this might’ve been their last unguarded day.

And still—neither of them moved to let go.

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The ride home had been sleepy. Selah had dozed off with her head against the window, the afterglow of sun, salt, and sangria humming under her skin. Morgan had glanced at her more than once—curled up like a sun-dazed cat, lashes brushing her cheeks, hair wild from the breeze.

Now back in her apartment, she had kicked off her clothes in a trail that made him groan quietly under his breath as he passed through the hallway. A bikini top slung over the dining chair, her crop tank on the arm of the couch, sandals half-kicked under the rug. She was chaos. He was realizing that with every day he spent near her. Beautiful, barefoot chaos.

“Derek!” she called, her voice muffled, slurred, and dragging a few syllables too long. “Morgan! Come here, don’t ignore me.”

He knocked softly on the cracked bedroom door. “You good, Ellis?”

“I demand cuddles,” she said firmly, peeking around the corner of the frame, eyes a little glassy. “Not negotiable.”

He blinked, speechless as she fully opened the door, standing there in nothing but a soft, deep red bralette and cheeky black underwear. Her skin glowed in the lamplight, tattoos dancing across her thigh and ribs. Her hair was still damp from her post-beach shower, curling lazily over her shoulders. And she was patting the empty side of her bed with sleepy determination.

“I’m serious. I can’t sleep without hugs now. You ruined me.” Her voice cracked on a yawn. “You don’t have to stay the whole night. Just hold me 'til I knock out.”

He stood there, still fully clothed, trying not to think about all the ways this was a terrible, terrible idea.

“Selah—” he started, but her pout was already forming.

“Don’t be mean,” she mumbled. “I’m gonna tell Mars on you.”

“Your dog is knocked out in the living room.”

“Exactly. No witnesses.”

He sighed and stepped in slowly, setting his phone on the nightstand. “One hour. Then I’m out.”

“Mhm,” she agreed, already snuggling down into the blankets. “One hour…”

He slipped under the comforter and gently slid an arm around her waist from behind. Her body softened against his immediately, her breathing already slowing. She mumbled something soft—he thought it might’ve been “thank you”—and within seconds, her little snores filled the room.

Morgan laid there staring at the ceiling, heart racing.

It was a bad idea. A very bad idea.

But damn if she didn’t feel like peace in his arms.

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Selah sat at the kitchen island, one hand nursing her iced coffee like it owed her money, the other flicking through case notes on her tablet. She was dressed sharp again—sleek black slacks, a dark fitted top that clung just right, boots that added a quiet authority to her every step. Her oversized sunglasses covered half her face, shielding her eyes from the cruel, bright betrayal of morning light.

Morgan watched from the doorway, already in his BAU jacket, his vest tucked under his arm. He sipped his coffee in silence, the comfort of routine setting in, wrapping tightly around the both of them like armor.

“Don’t say a word,” she rasped, sliding her shades down just enough to glare at him over the rims. “Not one word about last night.”

He smirked. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“You were very cuddly for someone who claimed they were gonna leave in an hour.”

“Yeah, well... you snore like a damn cat purring. Hard to walk away from that.”

She snorted softly, then immediately winced and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Too loud.”

“You ready?”

“No. But I’m functional.”

“That’ll do.”

They didn’t talk much on the drive, the morning playlist she always let shuffle through her stereo quietly filling the space between them. Morgan tapped his thumb against the steering wheel to the beat. Selah leaned back against the passenger seat, sipping her drink, the wind pulling at strands of her hair she hadn’t bothered to tie up.

As they pulled into the Quantico lot, Selah’s shades came off slowly, revealing just a trace of the hangover behind her fierce stare.

The team was waiting near the jet hangar. Garcia had insisted on seeing them off before the next case. JJ and Prentiss were already in tactical gear, talking with Hotch, who glanced up first when Morgan and Selah approached.

Garcia’s face lit up like a sunrise. “There they are! The sunshine duo returns!”

Selah smiled, sliding her shades into her inner jacket pocket. “Only one of us is sunshine, Penelope. The other is rain clouds and thunder.”

“Speak for yourself,” Morgan muttered under his breath.

Reid’s eyes flicked between the two of them. “You both took the full time off?”

Morgan nodded. “Yup. Boss said it was cool.”

Selah tilted her head, eyes narrowed slightly. “Was that... a hint of jealousy, Doctor Reid?”

“No,” he said too quickly. “Just—curious. That’s all.”

Rossi stepped up beside Hotch, sipping his espresso. “You two good?”

“We’re solid,” Selah answered first, voice even, clipped, back to business. “You said we’ve got a local?”

Hotch nodded. “Violent double. Domestic. Victim profile similar to one of our old cases, but the unsub’s methods are escalating. Prep your gear. We leave in fifteen.”

As they all moved to the jet, Garcia hung back with Prentiss, whispering. “Tell me I’m not the only one who sees that something shifted between those two.”

“You’re not,” Prentiss said with a low hum. “But I don’t think even they know what it is yet.”

Garcia glanced after Morgan and Selah as they walked shoulder to shoulder, not touching, not looking at each other—but in step.

“Something’s coming,” she said under her breath. “I can feel it.”

And back in the shadowed hallway, Selah paused just briefly, letting her hand brush her hip where his fingers had rested the night before. Then she shook it off.

There was work to do.

[crungulisms]

Hi folks, I'm crungulus. Any pronouns will do. This is a side blog where I post my poetry (see also: my main blog, crungulus, where I post my Everything Else). A few notes:

I'm terrible at creating titles, so most of these just have numbers. They are not in chronological order

Right now I have posts scheduled once a week through August I think. After that queue runs out, who knows

While many fictional things contain a kernel of truth, I am almost always writing a character. Narrator does not equal author. Me using the first person pov does not necessarily mean I'm writing about myself.

I'm trying really hard not to preface any of these poems with long, rambling disclaimers regarding their quality, or otherwise shrouding the Exercise in Vulnerability in several layers of irony. You may still see me do this in the tags, but I'm hoping that by calling myself out in this post I'll prevent myself from indulging in self-effacing ramblings too much.

[rodolfoparras]

lingerie is pronounced weirdly because it is French lmao.

A LOT of the weirdest words in English are the ones that were borrowed directly from French. Same thing with Colonel being pronounced as "kernel". It's a French word. There are lots of examples of weird French words borrowed into english like "liaison" and "Queue" and many more.

Yes!! I was doing some googling bc I am absolutely a language nerd but the word for laundry (lawn-drew) stems from the French word lavanderie (laundry room)

Years later the word “lingerie” (lon-zhuh-Ray) pops up in the French language referring to undergarments made of linen so I’m imagining Americans going🧍🏻

[forlornromantic]

English words I hate.

Colonel. The fact that it's pronounced the same as "kernel" ?

Viscount. If you don't know how to pronounce this word, 1- I don't blame you and 2- please google it. If you DO know how to pronounce it, explain to me WHY.

Haphazard. Why is it not pronounced "hafazerd" ?

Queue. This word really only needs to be two letters.

Wednesday. The OG enemy of non-foreign English speakers… Who decided on this spelling? Why is it not "wensday" ?

[popsmithpopper]

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[consumptionofintelligence]

you were pressed up against me in the scooped out seats of that mercury, the fogged up windows stuck in our lungs as it rained endlessly

you were the only music we had, your few songs we could talk over with no broken hearts— stone temple pilots, steve miller band, yes: all those old flare levis you love sewn into guitar riffs and hazy vocals

i watched you hesitate, your thumb hovering over before adding it to the queue - interstate love song - am i insane to think it was on purpose? am i self-centered? tell me, honey, was that sweet old promise of a song an admittance just as the way my leg curved into yours was?

as the water crashed down and the mist covered our glasses, i couldn’t help but be reminded of your eyes, the same icy blue in the plume of the falls. your presence at my side– well, it didn’t aid the comparison much

for all we giggle and laugh, for all we glance and glare at each other, i just want to know one simple thing. one last question i pose, one last kernel of knowledge i lust for. if i could find it in books, you know you would find me curled behind those pages like the dying leaves of an autumn tree

all i ask is this: do you feel the same? does your heart shift gears when we brush? does every bit of your life remind you of what you truly want?

all i ask is this: if i told you it all, if i spilt and split like the sweetest peaches on a summer day, would you take my pit and plant it?

[pauein]

(Thinks...: I shoudl start tumblr blogging again.)

[tajalli]

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[third-generation-female-warrior]

AO3 Wrapped asks: 10, 27, 30!

What work was the quickest to write?

Hands DOWN, my piece for the Pabu Days zine: More Than a Feeling. I had that sucker tackled in less than a day! It felt good, I haven't really had the spoons to actually finish anything this year, so to finish that so quickly was like being inspired by the Muses themselves!

What do you listen to while writing?

Anything, everything, it depends on my mood. I try to queue up music that fits the tone of the scene/story while writing. I have playlists dedicated to my fics that I do post on Spotify from time to time.

Biggest surprise while writing this year?

Someone actually drew fanart of a scene from my story, Secrets of the Buried! The scene in question was actually the "kernel scene" for the fic i.e., the first scene that came to my mind when I started conceptualizing the story. It's a particularly emotional part that I spent a LOT of time and effort fine-tuning to nail just right so this very much felt like validation for that effort!

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/bin - Essential command binaries (programs) that are needed for system booting and repair.

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/dev - Device files representing hardware devices (e.g., hard drives, terminals).

/etc - Configuration files for the system and installed programs.

/home - Home directories for user accounts (e.g., /home/user1).

/lib - Shared libraries required for system programs.

/media - Mount points for removable media such as USB drives or CDs.

/mnt - A temporary mount point for mounting filesystems manually.

/opt - Optional software packages that are not part of the core system.

/proc - Virtual filesystem providing information about processes and kernel parameters.

/root - The home directory for the root user.

/run - Information about the system's current state, such as running services.

/sbin - System binaries used for system administration (typically for the root user).

/srv - Data for services provided by the system (e.g., web servers).

/sys - Interface to the kernel, exposing information and settings.

/tmp - Temporary files that are typically cleared on reboot.

/usr - Contains user-related programs and data (often includes /usr/bin for user binaries).

/var - Variable data such as log files, mail, and print queues.

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Through the course of this essay, we will go deeply into the inner workings of Node.js, investigate its benefits, and talk about the best use cases for it. In addition, we will offer important factors that should be kept in mind.

Node.js: What is it?

Developers are able to build code for the server side using JavaScript thanks to Node.js, which is a JavaScript runtime environment. On the front-end and the back-end of their apps, developers can now use JavaScript, which is a single language, as a result of this development. Reusability of code, ease of use, and overall productivity are all significantly improved as a result of this strategy.

Since it is able to efficiently manage a high number of concurrent connections, Node.js has seen a meteoric rise in popularity over the past few years. Because of this, it is an excellent option for developing real-time applications, such as chat applications, tools for collaborative work, and games that encourage several players to participate. Node.js is distinguished by its non-blocking, event-driven design, which is one of its most important characteristics.

Java and PHP are examples of traditional server-side technologies that employ a synchronous approach, in which each request is executed in a sequential manner. Node.js, on the other hand, employs an asynchronous methodology, which equips it with the capability to simultaneously manage many requests. Node.js is able to handle a huge number of concurrent connections without experiencing any slowdown as a result of this because it is highly scalable.

How Does Node.js Operate?

On the server side, JavaScript can be performed with the help of Node.js, which is a runtime environment. Chrome's V8 JavaScript engine, which is used to compile JavaScript into efficient machine code, serves as the foundation for this application. The architecture of Node.js is a single-threaded event-driven architecture. It makes use of an event loop to perform several concurrent tasks without stopping a single thread. A request is added to an event queue for a Node.js server whenever a client delivers a request to the server. Continuously checking this queue and processing each request is what the event loop does.

When an I/O action is involved in a request, Node.js will offload it to the system kernel, which will then handle it in an asynchronous manner. The kernel will notify Node.js and then execute the callback function that corresponds to the I/O operation once it has finished. It is great for developing scalable, high-performance network applications since Node.js is able to handle a large number of simultaneous connections in an effective manner thanks to its non-blocking I/O and event-driven approach.

Characteristics of Node.js-

Architecture that only uses a single thread

The use of event looping allows Node.js to adhere to a single threaded architecture, which enhances the scalability of the Node.js framework. They produce a limited number of threads for the purpose of processing requests, in contrast to other servers. The event-driven approach, on the other hand, allows the NodeJS servers to respond in a manner that is either non-blocking or asynchronous.

As a result, NodeJS benefits from increased scalability. It is possible to assert that Node.js is capable of managing a greater number of requests when compared to other traditional servers such as Apache HTTP servers. The fact that Node.js is based on a single-threaded application makes it possible for it to handle a large number of requests from users.

Unpredictable and triggered by external events

Servers that are built with Node.js never wait for the API to be provided by the application. Rather of waiting for the data to be received from the API, it immediately moves on to the subsequent API. Node.js's application programming interfaces (APIs) are all completely non-blocking in their nature.

Through the utilization of an event-driven mechanism, it is able to receive and keep track of all of the responses to the API queries that came before it. On the basis of this, we are able to assert that the Node.js APIs are all non-blocking in their nature.

Scalable and performance

The Node.js programming language is well-known for its scalability and performance, and it was developed to manage large levels of concurrency. Because of the event-driven and non-blocking architecture, Node.js applications are able to make effective use of system resources, which enables them to maintain a high level of responsiveness even when subjected to severe loads.

Furthermore, Node.js is constructed on the V8 engine, which is responsible for the compilation of JavaScript into machine code. This results in faster execution speeds when compared to languages that are interpreted to code.

Because of its scalability, performance, and effective utilization of resources, Node.js is an excellent option for the development of applications that require the ability to manage a large number of concurrent connections. Some examples of such applications include real-time analytics, microservices, and websites that receive a lot of traffic.

Streaming of Data Quickly

A significant amount of time is required for the processing of the data that has been sent to various streams. The processing of the data, on the other hand, is accomplished by Node.js in a very short amount of time and at a very rapid pace. All of the files are processed and uploaded simultaneously by Node.js, which results in a significant amount of time being saved. As a consequence of this, the overall speed of data and video streaming is achieved through the use of Node.js.

Support for Multiple Operating Systems and Platforms

There are a variety of operating systems that are compatible with Node.js, including Windows, UNIX, LINUX, MacOS, and other mobile devices. It is possible to combine it with any package that is suitable for the purpose of producing an execution that is self-sufficient.

A Rapid Time to Execution for Written Code

Node.js makes use of the V8 JavaScript runtime motor, and Google Chrome likewise makes use of this type of application. There is a wrapper that is provided by the hub for the JavaScript, and as a result, the runtime motor becomes faster. Additionally, as a result of this, the preposition process of the requests within Node.js also becomes faster.

Implements JavaScript

The computer language JavaScript, which is already widely used for client-side programming, may be used by developers to construct server-side applications with the help of Node.js. When it comes to working on the server-side, this eliminates the need for developers to teach themselves a new language or switch between multiple programming paradigms.

By facilitating the usage of JavaScript on both the front-end and the back-end of an application, developers are able to streamline the development process, encourage code reuse, and make it simpler for them to construct full-stack apps.

Examples of Use Cases for Node.js-

Command Line Tools

When it comes to the construction of scripts and tools for the command line, Node.js is also a popular option. It is simple to create command line interfaces (CLIs) for a variety of applications because to its extensive ecosystem of packages and the ease with which the JavaScript programming language can be learnt.

Node.js offers a framework that is both hassle-free and effective for the development of command line tools that are compatible with a variety of operating systems. These tools can be used to automate tedious operations, generate reports, or communicate with APIs.

Websites and Applications

Web applications that demand high concurrency and real-time communication are ideal candidates for development using Node.js. This platform is an ideal option for developing chat apps, collaborative tools, and social networking platforms because to its event-driven architecture and non-blocking input/output approach.

It is also possible for developers to construct full-stack JavaScript apps by integrating Node.js with frontend frameworks like as React, Angular, and Vue.js in a smooth manner.

APIs and Microservices are acronyms

The lightweight and modular nature of Node.js has made it a popular choice for the development of application programming interfaces (APIs) and microservices. Because of its capacity to manage a large number of concurrent connections and its support for asynchronous programming, it is an excellent choice for the development of flexible and responsive application programming interfaces (APIs).

RESTful application programming interfaces (APIs) can be swiftly constructed by developers with the assistance of frameworks such as Express.js. These APIs can be simply accessed by front-end apps or by third-party services.

Conclusion-

The server-side application development platform known as Node.js has grown as a highly effective and powerful runtime environment. The asynchronous and non-blocking I/O architecture that it offers, in conjunction with the widespread use of JavaScript and the huge ecosystem of packages that are made available by NPM, makes it an appealing option for programmers.

The development of online applications, application programming interfaces (APIs), microservices, and command line tools are all areas in which Node.js excels due to its capacity to manage high levels of concurrency, scalability, and performance. It is becoming increasingly important for developers to have Node.js as a tool in their toolbox in order to construct apps that are both scalable and robust as its popularity continues to extend.

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