#spaced recognition

[news4nose]

Memorizing content can be a real challenge. Whether it’s for appearing an exam, giving a presentation, or even for simple reason of recalling a friend’s birthday, at times our memory fails. But why many tips out there aren’t as effective as they claim to be?                                              

[vveltergeist]

Chairon in game knows Titus for all of 45 minutes and he is already his ride or die. No posturing, no bs, just straight up loyal right away

And then! And then! Titus passes out and when he wakes up and goes back to meet up with his combat squad, who shows concern? Who tells Titus go get checked out?

SURPRISE IT’S FUCKING CHAIRON

My guy is such a sweetheart right off the bat and a great team player. He's the one making sure Gadriel and Titus don't start fighting each other mid-invasion, and he only fails because that astropath got possessed (and who broke up the fight after they were ready to kill each other? That's right binch it was Chairon). He's lich er a ly the glue keeping the squad together for the majority of the game. And that's why he's the most valuable space marine of my heart.

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[warpfactor9]

hey. can anyone hear me. did anyone else reach part 2 chapter 2 of A Stitch in Time and get gut-punched by Garak receiving a crumb of support and affection from his distant father (a gardener who has dedicated his life to lovingly raising flora in harsh areas where it struggles to survive) and saying that, in that moment, he felt like one of his plants. is anyone out there. oh my god.

[dandelionjack]

andor s1e10 one way out / disco elysium / doctor who s10e12 the doctor falls

[transplanarrpg]

We are endlessly proud and honored to share that The Chaos Protocol has won the 2024 Audio Fiction World Cup.

As a team made entirely of transgender queer folks, almost all of whom are people of color, this award means the world — and it came from the world.

Our Journey™️ in this space has been incredible — but it hasn’t been easy.

Connie is our bastion against the constant stream of hate comments, vitriolic video essays, and microaggressions that are thrown our way every year. This space has come a long way, but it’s hard to see the light sometimes.

Awards aren’t the epitome of APs. In fact, we struggle with these contests — the exclusionary fees, overwhelming whiteness of the craft, and lack of accessible information. We actually missed deadlines ourselves this year. 😅

It was our first rodeo in the webfest circuit — and it sure felt like one!

The point of our art isn’t to win awards or get good reviews or thousands of viewers. We make art because we must. It’s who we are.

But it feels incredible to be recognized for the love, labor, and time we’ve poured into this, especially when our voices have historically been pushed to the margins.

The Chaos Protocol imagines the worlds we want to see; complicated, beautiful, vicious worlds full of complicated, beautiful, vicious people.

We sing in our grief — and we find hope in a starless sky.

Thank you. 🌸

[mofftarkinandglossurabbansquares]

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NO I DON'T WANT TO BUY ANY MORE STORMTROOPER ARMOR. I HAVE ENOUGH, THANK YOU.

[mmoonsilverr]

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[small-birdie]

mouthwashing is a game that deserves to be popular because it sounds incredible but holy shit does it also sound like someone designed it in a lab to be my worst nightmare specifically

[deadcaralarm]

If i see one more person mad over their favourite music artists getting popular on tiktok i'll literally go fucking rabid. Dude. Are you kidding me. "No dont make this a tiktok song" i literally hope you fall in a pit and die

[biglesbiansim]

Smth I think about on a regular basis is how when Teruko snapped it was mostly “oh no what a bitch” but when DAVID snapped it was “omg he’s so hot”. I don’t understand the dr fandom’s—or any fandom’s, really—tendency to flock to terrible men and ignore or belittle beautifully written women when they’re shoved right into ur face 💀 and the way that Teruko and David are literally the same character (Teruko’s a little smarter though) or just—have a lot parallels to each other is crazy to me. Drdt dev is an amazing writer and I’m supes excited to see what they do with their characters!!

[aro-culture-is]

Aro culture is wanting to scream at your friend to just dump their hateful racist asshole boyfriend, while at the same time knowing that they won't listen to you because they are in love and apparently, that erases their ability for critical thinking

While also not saying any of that because it would be rude

A "hateful racist asshole boyfriend" sounds ripe for a situation in which your friend could be dating someone actively grooming them for domestic abuse.

In those cases, individuals often already have poor boundary control, and it's not the critical thinking actually missing: it's the security that creating boundaries doesn't mean losing someone who they feel cares about them. Judgements on their ability to "think clearly" are both misplaced and encouraged by the abusers, as worsening self esteem leads to an abuse victim seeking comfort... often from the abuser.

I think it's very, very important to recognize that the best thing you can do for them is to be there, continually reaffirm that they can always tell you anything, and rather than pressure them to break up... ask them to tell you about the relationship. You can guide them to red flags, but also try to present possible communication elements. There are guides online by great resources talking about how to best support these conversations.

And, of course, it's always possible it is simply that your friend actually is racist and they put up with the behavior because of that. It's not hard for some bigots to find an in through less overt bigotry. But I strongly encourage folks to realize that "in love with no capacity for critical thought" is a very dangerous warning sign that someone may be unable to recognize healthy boundaries, and worse - to recognize unhealthy boundaries.

[suddencolds]

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[starculler]

strap in for this week's fic flavor: the failsafe episode of season one of the young justice cartoon except the simulation just won't. fuckin. end.

(fics that inspired this at the end)

If I ever did sit down to make my own fic, I'd split it in 3 parts:

The Simulation: bits and pieces of the 40 years Dick lives after most everyone he knows has died

The Return: the immediate aftermath and healing from the trauma of having not-quite-actually lived a whole life only to wake up and find out it was all fake. nothing traumatizing about that whatsoever.

The Unintended Consequence: aka the twist I'd love to add and would hint to in the second part - finding out the simulation, through martian mind fuckery, pulled from the real world (and in many cases, from real minds). Dick meets a bunch of people he didn't think were real outside the confines of his simulated life. A bunch of rowdy, heroism-inclined teens across the years get to meet the sibling/friend/mentor figure they all dreamed up one night.

(actual idea snippets under the cut)

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Dick Grayson is 14 and most of the world's heroes have died. He planned a suicide mission that left him the sole survivor of a doomed team he helped found. The invasion may have been stopped, but is this really the price he wanted to pay?

The first face he sees in the infirmary is Roy's, and he has to close his eyes and just breathe for a few minutes because for one painful moment he'd thought it was Wally. But this isn't the world where his best friend miraculously survived alongside him. This is the one where he got his best friend killed and didn't even give him the courtesy of following behind him. Behind them.

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Dick Grayson is 27 and has lived longer without Bruce than with him. The invasion's anniversary is always a tough day for him, but that morning seems especially harrowing. He'll get shit for it later, but can't resist stepping out onto the balcony of the manor's master bedroom (Bruce's old bedroom) for a smoke -- his first since he'd promised to quit if Jason, just 15 then, did too.

"Bad habits tend to pile up," he'd said, a rueful quirk to his tired grin. He'd tapped the cigarette twice on the railing and added, lower, "and this one's especially nasty, huh."

He inhales, watches the sun creep across the horizon, and lets acrid smoke burn through his lungs for a long moment before blowing it out in a small cloud. His eyes water, but he doesn't cough. It tastes just as bad as it did the first time he smoked one, not even a year after the invasion and treading water as Robin proved insufficient.

There hadn't been enough heroes to go around then, and Dick had been trained by one of the best. It hadn't been fair, but it had been his plan that had ultimately stopped the invasion. His shoulders everyone's expectations fell on.

He takes another drag, then smudges the lit end against the rail he's leaned on when he hears a boot scuff purposefully against the roofing above him.

"Todd and Pennyworth will be upset with you."

He doesn't turn around. Damian doesn't jump down to join him.

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Dick Grayson is 54 and wakes up in a room full of ghosts. He hears his long-dead father-figure tell his long-dead team about a simulation they weren't meant to win. A training exercise gone wrong and only half a day spent under their mentors' careful, if slightly panicked, supervision.

He looks at his hands, watching the way his gloves crease when he flexes them in and out of tight fists. He looks at his team, their eyes a little haunted but shoulders slumped with relief even as they grumble. Batman's heavy, gloved hand settles on his shoulder and the weight of it is a nauseating mix of foreign-familiar.

He opens his mouth. Closes it.

Tears prick his eyes behind his domino mask, and he tells himself the suffocating, acidic void building in his chest is just some leftover side effect of the ordeal and not the grief-guilt of outliving yet another family (no matter that they hadn't been real in the end).

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Dick Grayson is 16-going-on-56 and well used to the coincidences piling up between his simulated life and the real thing. Some of it -- missions and villains he remembers cropping up -- he's marked for Bruce to review and sort as he pleases. Some -- security for the cave, team building anecdotes, and training regimens -- he's shared with the team. And some he keeps only for himself.

Tim is one of those. He knows it's not fair to the kid (so much smaller now than he ever was when Dick lived his simulated life), but he can't help being selfish just for this. Tim is the one kid he's sure he didn't make up, and if Dick's taken to babysitting the kid just to be near at least one member of the family he built for himself in the wake of the worst days of his life .... Well, anyone who says shit about it can happily stand in line to have their teeth kicked in.

Despite this, it still catches him off-guard when he sees a familiar face pop up in one of Bruce's reports.

Jason Todd, caught boosting tires off the batmobile, is nearly the same age now as he was when Dick met him. He stares at the words, but none of them really sink in beyond the kid's name and address. He's moving before he's even made the decision.

He's used to the world kicking him when he's down - lived it for 40 frustrating years. But he has Bruce again. And things with Tim have been so good. And he's always been selfish when it comes to family. If he could just see Jason. If he could just meet him. If he could talk to him.

If if if if if--

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Inspirations:

Circles in Shattered Mirrors by InfinityIllusion

Fine (But Not Okay) by CharlotteDaBookworm

Verisimilitude by mutemelody

[soundsofastar]

don't ask me how this happened but in looking for tattoo inspiration I found the original image used in one of the pages in gemina. The galaxy in this photo is called NCG 1672 and it was taken using X-Ray and Infrared technology by NASA! you can find the full image here :)

[dewy-highway-median]

“When a dreamer can reconstruct the world from an object that he transforms magically through his care of it, we become convinced that everything in the life of a poet is germinal.

Then Rilke, on polishing his childhood piano: politeness tinged with mischief was my reaction to the friendliness of these objects, which seemed happy to be so well treated, so meticulously renovated. And even today, I must confess that, while everything about me grew brighter and the immense black surface of my work table, which dominated its surroundings…became newly aware, somehow, of the size of the room, reflecting it more and more clearly; pale gray and almost square…well, yes, I felt moved, as though something were happening, something, to tell the truth, which was not purely superficial but immense, and which touched my very soul…

There is also the courage of the writer who braves the kind of censorship that forbids ‘insignificant�� confidences. But what joy reading is, when we recognize the importance of these insignificant things, when we can add our own personal daydreams to the ‘insignificant’ recollections of the author! Then insignificance becomes the sign of extreme sensitivity to the intimate meanings that establish spiritual understanding between writer and reader.” —Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space

[folktaylor]

i think i posted about my homophobic neighbors who have a trump flag before but we have a pride flag up (for obvious and relevant reasons) and we live in a little suburban cul de sac so we get a lot of trick or treaters. well, one came up and pointed to the flag and said “i love your flag” and in that moment, i knew we made a little queer kid feel safe in our little slice of suburbs and that makes every insult or glare the neighbors could possibly throw worth it.