#tumblr is not stack overflow

[awizardmostkitty]

would it be possible to like... ask for programming advice? there's some really smart ppl around and to be honest I've confused myself a bit too much perhaps haha. explaining more below the cut because it's a bit of a lengthy explanation.

essentially I'm trying to parse an ID string into the way I'm formatting my json files. the format looks like this:

{

"name" : (name, string),

"id" : (id, string, they look like "e[a]" or "d[e[a]]^o.d.o" or something like that, there's a lot of variety),

"op_count" : (int, the number of individual runes combined to create this one. Each rune could be made up of smaller runes, so if I know which runes are in it I can reduce the op_count by combining those rather than each one individually),

"operations" : {

"base": {

"path" : (filepath to that rune's json, optional)

(if "path" isn't here, then either it already has the json, or else it's empty, as is the case for a combination like "('[n.k.n.k]', o)" which begins with a group rather than a single rune)

},

"op": (either one or sometimes two characters specifying which operation is performed),

"mod" : {

(Follows the same structure as "base")

}

}

there's a couple more quirks to this. If there's multiple operations, then each operation and mod will be "op#" and "mod#" with # being which operation it is. Grouping symbols like "[", "(", "'[", or "'(" follow a slightly different format for applying an operation, they instead become part of the mod, without really advancing the count of the mod# unless it's something like a group within a group. Here's an example of a completed one, I've done a number of these by hand which is why I have it:

{ "name": "Laughing", "id": "('[n.k.n.k]', o)", "op_count": 3, "operations": { "base": {}, "op1": "", "mod": { "type":"()", "mod1":{ "type":"'[]'", "mod1":{"path":"res://scripts/json/yes.json"}, "op2":".", "mod2":{ "path":"res://scripts/json/yes.json"} }, "op3":",", "mod3":{ "path":"res://scripts/json/action.json"} } } }

Because I've done a number of these by hand already, I'd rather not change the format, but if it's absolutely necessary then I'll push on through.

I've gotten it so that I have a list of each composite rune ID as well as a list of how many operations have been performed by the time that ID appears in the list, and a second list of each operation (opening and closing a group are considered separate operations until they're in the json, so that I can figure out where a group ends) and how many rune IDs have been seen by the time that operation is performed.

This sort of allows me to cross reference the list to get an idea of what happens where, but I've driven my brain right out of my head trying to figure out how to use these to get a string like "a.(b,c)" to turn into something like:

{

"name" : (name),

"id" : "a.(b,c)",

"op_count": 2,

"operations":{

"base": { (data for "a") },

"op1": ".",

"mod": {

"type" : "()",

"mod1": { (data for "b") },

"op2" : ",",

"mod2": { (data for "c") }

} } }

I don't know if I've made any sense at all, I'm not a bad programmer I promise I've just spun myself in circles over this 😅

no need to worry about where I get the data for "a," "b," and "c," that part's taken care of. Just need to parse the id string into the json format if I can.

[birdkittenn]

current html struggle: i don't know enough about tumblr themes and whatever language it's using to create and use functions to convert a hex value to rgb. i would like to retain the tumblr theme functionality of choosing a colour, but that gives you hex, and now i need to convert that to rgb so i can have an rgba value for that god damn opacity

[lotussokka]

i was working on my desktop theme but im about to go to sleep so it may look a little weird for now

hopefully i can figure out the audio controls styling tonight!

[concertigrossi]

Operation Mincemeat Characters as IT People

I am painfully aware of how small the overlap is on the Venn diagram of Broadway Nerds and IT Nerds, so I'm not sure who else is going to get these jokes, hey, but it's my Tumblr, and I do what I want. :)

Charles Cholmondeley: That Linux Guy. You know, THAT one. Arch Linux Do or Die. Doesn't understand why people would use Microsoft Active Directory when OpenLDAP is so intuitive and logical.

Hester Leggatt: That one COBOL programmer who supplicants approach on bended knee when that one Too-Big-To-Fail-Or-Be-Taken-Offline application that the entire modern world has relied on since the late 1980s needs updating.

Jean Leslie: She is that most valuable of all creatures: a fast, efficient and effective coder who documents well and is a good team player. Has a massive fanbase on Stack Overflow thanks to her astonishingly useful submissions.

Johnny Bevan: Team manager, with no changes, really. Honestly, that is kind of what managing a team of IT people looks like, only with fewer dead bodies. (Most of the time.)

Ewen Montagu: Marketing Director. Took a bath when NFTs crashed, is now hyping AI.

[meklarian]

about me

hi, my name is paul.

this pinned post has all sorts of extra info about me.

basic stats

gender & pronouns: male (cis), he/him residence: los angeles aversions: olives, crowds affinities: sweets, driving occupation: software engineering diversions: photography (mostly birds), doodling (code, art, and music), fruit hunting, writing pizza order: cheese pizza + artichokes drinks: diet coke, coffee, tea

facecards here

socials

these are my tumblrs:

@meklarian - main

@meklarianb - reblog / sp / goofing off account

@mekplaylist - queue of music i have heard or want to bookmark

@meknotes - this is a queue of things i want to remember or have learned

@meksynthesis - my music exploration and journey account

you can find me at the following locations as well:

twitter - paul_shinn

threads - meklarian

insta (main) - meklarian

insta (food) - plated_plant

insta (people) - plastic.anemone

github - meklarian

glitch - meklarian

twitch - meklarian

stack overflow - meklarian

ko-fi - meklarian

pc part picker - meklarian

discord - meklarian

in gaming i'm mostly doing solo things, but i have profiles at these places (inquire within if you want to add me as a friend):

steam

nintendo switch

bnet

tools

just going to mention vendors / major names; inquire privately if you want to know what specific gear, materials, or software i use.

photography: nikon, zeiss, adobe, capture one, epson, canson, moab, ilford, wimberley, rrs music: nord, waldorf, arturia, roland, focusrite, reaper art: wacom, dahle

[eevylynn]

Behind the Cover

Sterek || T || Neckz 'n' Throats AU || 4234 wc

But this wasn’t just Stiles, the snarky librarian who shot him lingering looks from across the library table. No, this was Mitch—the model Derek had spent far too many nights fantasizing about. Stiles—Mitch—was standing under the harsh studio lights, his body shifting effortlessly into pose after pose. Erica, ever the professional, was directing him, her voice sharp and confident.

I realized that I never shared my Sterek Secret Santa fic that I wrote on tumblr. Oops!

I've been wanting to do my own Neckz 'n' Throats AU, so I was so excited to get the opportunity to try it out. I hope you enjoy it!

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Derek sat hunched at his desk, a mug of coffee growing cold beside his laptop. The cursor blinked unendingly, mocking him with the lack of words. He sighed, rubbing a hand across his face. Some days, the words flowed effortlessly.

Today wasn't one of those days.

Pushing his chair back, he stretched, feeling the satisfying crack of his spine as he stood. Grabbing his mug, he walked across the open loft to the kitchen. The sound of the microwave echoed across the quiet loft. The only other sounds were the faint hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of old pipes. The quiet usually helped him focus, but today it only seemed to amplify his writer's block.

The loud beeping of the microwave let him know it was done. He grabbed his coffee, and stirred it to make sure the whole cup was evenly warmed. Yes, he knew this technically wasn't good for the coffee. He didn't care. Warm coffee was mostly a placebo for him anyway. His body metabolized the caffeine too fast for it to actually affect him.

He crossed back to his desk to try and attempt more writing.

His loft was far from the cold, purely industrial look it had when he first moved in. Most of the walls held mismatched, thrifted bookshelves that were overflowing with books and a variety of knickknacks and clutter that Derek had collected over the years. Stacks of books and notebooks were also scattered on nearly every surface, most of their spines well-won. The heavily cushioned couch in the center of the room had a misshapen crocheted throw hung over the back, a handmade gift from Laura a few Christmases ago.

Even the desk he sat in had almost every surface of it covered. So much so that the small succulent that Cora had gotten him sat precariously close to the edge.

Derek reached over, adjusting its position to a safer spot before resuming the writer's position.

Blink. Blink. Blink.

Still nothing.

Maybe a break would help.

He stood up fast enough that his chair kind of screeched across the floor. He grabbed his dad's old leather jacket that he had draped over the back of his armchair and pulled it on as he headed for the door. The mailman should have come by now, and if nothing else, checking the mail gave him an excuse to move around for a minute outside of his usual four walls.

The air in the hall was cooler, and Derek's steps echoed faintly as he descended. A couple of neighbors passed him on the way, offering polite nods. Derek returned the gestures with a tight lipped smile. Small talk wasn't his thing, and he didn't want to get stuck in a conversation about anyone's cat or weekend plans.

At the row of mailboxes, he slid his key into the lock and opened the little door. Bills, junk mail, and—he paused, fingers brushing against the familiar thick, glossy black envelope—the latest issue Neckz 'n' Throats .

Derek stared at it for a moment.

He bundled the rest of the mail under one arm, tossing the junk straight into the bin beside him, before making his way back upstairs. The black envelope stayed tucked against his chest, guarded carefully, like it might escape if he let it go.

Back in his apartment, he kicked the door shut behind him, setting the rest of the mail in the little basket he kept on the narrow entryway table.

He then dropped the black envelope on the coffee table and pulled off his jacket, tossing it back over the chair where it had started. If Laura or Cora had been there, they would have teased him for wearing it all of five minutes.

Picking the envelope back up, he tore it open with the practiced flick of a claw.

The latest issues of Neckz 'n' Throats slid into his lap.

A breath caught in Derek's throat. On the front cover, once again, was him . Mitch. The golden boy of Neckz 'n' Throats himself.

Derek exhaled slowly. The cover was arresting. Mitch’s sharp jaw caught the light, his dark eyes piercing, the long line of his neck tilted just enough to stir something primal. His fair skin, dotted with dark moles, looked almost luminous against the moody backdrop. Shirtless, he showed off a dusting of hair across his chest and the defined line of abs that disappeared beneath low-slung, fashionably worn jeans.

The headlines scattered across the cover were bold and eye-catching:

“Top 10 Scents Guaranteed to Drive Alphas Wild”

“How to Find the Perfect Mate”

"Fur-Friendly Fashion: Keeping It Chic During the Full Moon"

Derek’s fingers tightened on the glossy edge, heat creeping up his neck.

He wasn’t proud of it, but Mitch had become...a bit of an obsession. Derek had certainly spent more than a few nights with this face burned into his mind. It didn’t help that Mitch seemed almost engineered to drive werewolves crazy, especially Alphas.

It was ironic, Derek thought, that Mitch was human.

Shaking his head, he flipped the magazine open, skimming past the table of contents until he landed on the spread. Pages of Mitch in various poses—lounging in expensive coats, running a hand through his disheveled hair, baring the curve of his neck. Each photo made Derek’s throat tighten.

Then he turned to his own article: "Beast Mode: Workouts to Keep Your Inner Wolf in Top Shape"

It wasn't the title (or topic) Derek would have chosen, but it made his editor happy.

For the past few years, Derek had been writing articles for the monthly magazine. Think Cosmo , but catered primarily to werewolves. It covered everything from cutting-edge fashion trends and fitness tips to relationship advice between Alphas,Omegas, and everything in between.

Derek preferred to focus on his novels, but writing for the magazine offered a nice change of pace—and some extra cash for rent and utilities. Despite his family's wealth, dipping into the old Hale insurance payouts still felt like a betrayal, like profiting off their loss. The articles were small, manageable commitments: a feature on the psychology of pack dynamics here, a piece about the benefits of running in the preserve there.

And there were perks. A free copy of the magazine arrived in his mailbox each month, along with the occasional unexpected gift—a designer jacket, a cologne sample, once even a pair of boots too expensive to justify buying on his own. They were cast-offs from promotional campaigns, but Derek didn’t mind. It was a small, practical reward for sharing his words.

While, yes, he had more money than he could ever need after the loss of most of his family, dipping into life insurance payouts felt wrong, like he was profiting off their loss. That's why he kept writing for the magazine. The extra cash wasn't necessary, but it felt earned. Honest.

Of course, getting paid to see pictures of Mitch was always a bonus.

Derek was willing to admit, to himself and no one else, that he was deeply attracted to this man. Model. He had definitely pleasured himself to images of the man on occasion, but that was between himself and his libido.

His best friend, Erica, who had helped him get the job in the first place, was a higher up photographer at the magazine. She's actually tried to convince him to model. "Just once," she'd said. "You've got the face for it, Der."

He refused every time.

He was well aware of his looks, but that wasn't what he wanted to be known for. Words were his shield. His armor. He preferred to be hidden behind them. It kept him safe.

Unlike his looks…

Derek thought of occasionally asking Erica for details about Mitch, but that felt like an invasion of privacy, and was probably a little (a lot) creepy, so he restrained himself from doing so. Though, Derek did find it a touch ironic that he never ran into the guy during the times he went to pick Erica up for lunch or to go meet with the editor, but the building was huge, so maybe it wasn't that ironic after all.

Closing the magazine with a quiet thud, Derek leaned back into the couch, staring at the ceiling.

He really needed to stop dwelling on the guy. Mitch was just a model. Probably directed to pose in a way that would cause him to entice any werewolf that looked at him. The fantasy of him definitely helped sell more copies.

Still, his gaze drifted back to the magazine, the smirk on Mitch's face almost daring him.

"Damn it," Derek muttered.

The cursor on his laptop was still waiting.

Fuck it.

It can keep waiting.

[continue on ao3]

[plasticdinobitch]

This was one of the first posts I made on the hellsite and I honestly don't think that the tag stack overflow is my bitch got enough attention

yk i really love coding in a continuously updating language because i'll try to find out how to do something and get 7 completely different answers and 2 people saying it isnt even possible

[skoolnites]

𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤

cb98 x reader

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->𝙬𝙘: 1.3kish (i edited a bit on here and tumblr won’t let me copy it back over to my drive to check word count)

->𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: just a little something to set the mood

->𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: swearing, y/n has a brother, mention of smoking weed underaged, nothing else

->𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: this was supposed to be called burning for you babe but burning for you was really symmetrical. also hi y’all long time no see well more like i haven’t written anything in at least two years, it’s fine. masterlist coming soon with more information i just like to do things out of order :). yes i am reusing my old layout and what about it?

mid november 2023

the first time connor ever stepped into y/n’s room it wasn’t the messy floor or unmade bed or overflowing book shelf that he first noticed, no, what he saw first were the neatly stacked cds that covered her dresser. some were in cases others without, some of them were clearly factory made while some just had scribbles on them. there were so many he could barely see the old clock cd player that lived behind the stacks.

“i didn’t think people still used cds,” connor chuckled

“i mean it’s my personal favorite way to listen to music,” y/n joked heading towards one of the piles of cds without cases, “these are the originals,” she held up a couple of them with paper booklets in between each disc, on each cd was a month and either 2006 or 2007. “my dad made them with his favorite songs during each month of my first year alive, the booklets have little notes,” she carefully flipped through a few of the booklets before handing connor one of them. the pages were pretty empty just a song title, artist, a lyric written out and then a short handwritten note. it felt like something he shouldn’t be reading, something too personal.

“so your dad still makes you cds?” he asked not quite sure what to say, awkwardly handing the paper back to her. he hoped she couldn’t tell he was nervous, he was always slightly awkward but he fell apart around her. she was so new to him, like no one he’s ever met before, it had only been a week since they met and somehow she had taken over his mind.

“not anymore, burning cds is a lost art,” she was playful while reaching for another stack, “i mean i still burn my own, i’m somewhat of a playlist god, these are all mine” she started rifling through the stack, he could see that these cds had bubble letter titles written on them, he could just make out the top one, “senior year and other stupid milestones” and then the one under it which was just titled “Fuck!!!”, random sharpie scribbles covered the discs’ faces, making each one its own little work of art. the booklets were colorful and lively and filled with writing. she handed him the senior year booklet, “last year i started making a playlist per semester to fit the vibe of that semester, they’ve become my early morning soundtracks especially when my best friend, mallory, i think i’ve told you about her, and i talking shit in my car before class starts, that one’s the most recent one,”. connor idly flipped through the booklet noticing a slightly messy looking intro page and a couple strange little doodles of mushrooms and matchbooks between song pages, until landing on a spread that caught his eye due to a large and sorta creepy eyeball drawn on one side. the other page had the song:

Broken Cash Machine - Modern Baseball

“Questioning my awkward footing, mixing bitter pills with chocolate pudding”

you ever feel like the world is moving too fast? i can’t believe i have to get my shit together so soon, what happened to not growing up. what happened to that girl that walked into this high school not really knowing who she was? sometimes i get worried she wouldn’t be proud of me but then i sit down and realize i’m cool as hell. i am everything baby y/n thought she couldn’t be, i’m the girl i used to just pretend i was in my head while forcing myself to fit in. i’m proud of being a slightly (not really) edgy loudmouth loser who doesn’t hide behind her cds anymore (i get to be proud of them now). anyway i chose this line cause of jason’s party when mal tried weed for the first time and we had to run to 7-eleven to get her a chocolate bar because she had such a bad taste in her mouth afterwards. its fine she claims she’s gotten used to the taste by now. is she telling the truth? maybe. will i gladly watch her try again because it was funny as hell? most definitely.

connor chuckled a bit trying to picture what the scene must have been like, there was so much of y/n’s life that he never got to experience but he knew he wanted to experience the rest of it with her. his face twisted when she called herself an edgy loudmouth loser because while she was definitely a loudmouth, always talking or singing something under her breath, she was barely edgy and not a loser. sure she had this whole vibe about her that made her seem mysterious, but then she was passionately ranting about her math teacher in the passenger seat of connor’s car at midnight while dipping fries in an oreo mcflurry and then she wasn’t such a mystery anymore, she was just like any other 17 year old. but she wasn’t like any other 17 year old in how she treated him, she was the only person he had met who never treated him like connor bedard: hot shot hockey stud. instead she treated him like connor: some guy who geeked out on sports talk and tensed up every time she so much as playfully shoved him.

“these are mine, for my own keepsake sentimental bullshit purposes,” she said gesturing to a taller stack of cds, “these are for people. mostly works in progress but some i’m just waiting for an occasion to gift them, they’re mainly for my friends and also i made my brother a couple, there’s at least two in here that were for my freshman year crush and—,” she cut herself off, “oh this one!,” her smile somehow brightened, “this one’s for my ex, he dumped me too early to get his perfectly curated playlist,” she opened up the booklet revealing that it had now been scribbled over in black marker and obscenities. “but like seriously, this is how i talk when i can’t find the words, if i burn you a disc consider yourself special, only people who are important to me get one, sometimes it’s just a copy of one of my playlists that i think they need to hear, for example one of my five ‘i’m overwhelmed’ playlists, but custom playlists? i don’t put that much effort in for just anyone,” y/n grinned as she shoved a finger into connor’s chest pushing him slightly, it was no where near strong enough to cause him to stumble as much as he did but he did things like that whenever she touched him, “maybe one day you’ll get one too, bedard,” she was absolutely beaming at him before turning around grabbing the cd that had been sitting next to the player and placing it into the tray, the machine whirled for a second before the music started up as she walked back towards him.

it was two weeks later when he asked her out. it was all stuttery and nervous on a facetime call because he was on a roadie. he wanted to wait to do it in person but he physically could not keep it in anymore. he needed to be more with her and it was eating him alive. the confession was clumsy and he still gets embarrassed recounting how he tripped over his words but the second he was back in chicago and was greeted with the best hug he’s ever received, he knew it was worth it. after a month of dating she showed up to his apartment with a cd and booklet in hand, “things you stole from me: my hair tie, my favorite beanie and my heart (don’t worry i don’t want any of it back). connor knew he was done for when he flipped through the book. then when he told her he loved her a couple weeks later, a cd titled “you love meeeeeee” was left on his nightstand. soon there were cds for everything, he mentioned he was stressed once (“y/n’s hugs in audio form”), the holiday season (“can’t be cold when you look so hot”), their one year anniversary (“connor and y/n and the most perfect 365 days anyone could ask for”), when the summer started (“i won’t miss your morning practices”), and right before she left for college she handed him a cd called “Cst to Est” noting the time change of their newfound long distance relationship. his favorite cd was simply titled “we are such losers”, there was no reason for the playlist just that she kept hearing songs that made her think of him and also because in her words she needs to “fix his music taste”.

he really shouldn’t have been surprised when he found the cd and booklet in backseat of his car after y/n had gone back to school from winter break. the disc covered in hearts and big red letters that read:

“Burning for you babe”

[loving-family-poll]

Pleaaase we need more people to code their own bots pleaaaase. I'll even give you a starting point, and if you can do better than me (not hard) I'll be super proud! With that settled: I mainly used Selenium with Python. Please make use of the "https://tumblr.com/logout" URL, it will be slightly easier than coding another click. Remember to use a VPN, I used Proton VPN for $0 and switched to another IP whenever Tumblr started to get mad at me. Use Stack Overflow and W3Schools for more and less specific questions respectively. The most important part is to have fun and be yourself!

Code literacy is very important in this day and age, and having relevant projects is a fantastic way to learn since it shows you how all the relevant concepts work together! If you were wondering about my ulterior motives.

Love,

- Botting for Gcest

I was wondering whether or not to publish this but yeah im gonna do it we here at loving-family-poll believe in posting fraud tips

[diana-fortyseven]

I'm so incredibly frustrated with Perchance.org and how the user base has changed after the admin has added gen AI functionalities.

The site and the community have turned from being about coding to being about generating AI wank material or trying to get character AI conversations go the way they want.

When I asked a Perchance-related coding question in the forums, some moron told me to ask my question on stack overflow or another place where people talk about programming. Like. My dude. What do you think Perchance is actually about??

It used to be super inspiring to look at other people's works on there, and I learned so many things just by figuring out how someone got something to work, but now the list of recent generators is basically just "pretty girl generator", "pretty Asian girl generator", "bikini babe generator", "Asian bikini babe generator", "AI chat", "AI choose your own adventure" and shit like that.

I almost wish I could just move my stuff elsewhere, because I don't want my works to be associated with gen AI, but I also enjoy Perchance as a programming language and would very much not enjoy to overhaul all the Perchance parts of my works to work with standard JavaScript instead.

I just needed to vent while I'm trying to figure out how to fix @hitmanprompts and @hitmansmut. The generators itself are still working just fine, but there's an issue with the bot that posts automated prompts to their Tumblr blogs. Asking for help is not really an option, as it feels like everyone who used Perchance for actually programming in Perchance has moved on from the platform and certainly from the forums, and all that's left is dudes creating AI porn images and kids using the platform to chat with AI generated blorbos. :(

[the7thheroine]

Treech x reader part 5/5

I do genuinely hope that by having some treech content will lead to other creators making some too so there’s something I can read too 😭

Im going to continue the story onto my wattpad 😋 so be ready for that, but this is all that will be uploaded onto tumblr.

“He will kill you, when he returns from district 4.” Mr Highbottom said slowly, gently flicking open the lid to one of his drinks.

“You don’t know that, snow is-”

“Coriolanus snow is always the winner, and now Treech has been declared the proper winner that makes you the proper mentor winner.” He interrupts sharply letting out a nose through his breath.

“And without the prize? If you were to, per se mysteriously go missing or, die. He’d be entitled to the money more than you.” He says almost, amused.

You could feel your blood go cold, Snow, someone you could have considered your friend, your ally at chance, could kill you, or hurt you. And Treech could there for be hurt, if you didn’t come back he’d see it as you abandoning him by not writing.

“And, where is he now?.. Snow I mean.” You say nervously twisting your hands. You look at Mr Highbottom.

“He’s on the train to district 12, but from what I’ve heard, he’s managed to snag a position to district 12 to see his songbird.” He murmurs picking up a pen beginning to write. “You have one opportunity, only one. You can stay here, risk when he comes back having him kill you, or you leave. We wipe your name from the system, the school, your home, everywhere. And you go with your tribute to district 7.” He says putting down the pen ripping a piece of paper and offering it to you.

“What is it.” You reach out taking the piece of paper from his hands, a ticket.

“A one way ticket to district 7, under the guise of you needing to work on something in the Capitol and are now heading back home.” He says looking into your eyes. “One chance, to stop one large risk.” He says simply.

“And if I go, what about my friends? My family? Sejanus?” You worry staring down at the ticket.

“Sejanus’s is on the train alongside Snow, your friends won’t even remember you existed in a few years, from what I’ve heard to, Dr Gaul wants to erase the tapes, erase this years history.”

You frown. Staring at Mr Highbottom. If you go, your safe from the risk of Snow coming for you, your with Treech permanently, but your friends, everyone will be forced to forget your existence.

“And if I go… your certain snow won’t come for me?” You question looking nervously at his face.

“I can’t promise it but, but it buys you time. Enough for you to get old, live a life.” He says turning towards the stack of paperwork on his desk.

“I’ll go.”

It’s quiet, the darkness has enclosed the academy now leaving you alone in the wake of the early morning. You had a small bag packed. Filled with simple clothes, and a few belongings. You were given a cloak covering your face and hair. You turn to look up, on the next floor was Treeches room. By now he’d be awake, considering in a couple of hours he’d be leaving to the train station.

Quietly you clamber up the stairs knocking on the oak door.

“Who’s there?” You hear him call, you take a deep breath pushing the door open.

“You’re here, you came back..” he whispers moving to you wrapping his arms around you. “What did that teacher say to you? You didn’t come back after so I was worried about you..” he says unwrapping one arm from you to cup your face.

“I’m ok treech, it’s just, I have to leave. Leave the academy, leave the Capitol.” You frown looking up into his eyes.

“What? What do you- your leaving? What the hell where are you going?” He says stunned taking a step back from you looking you over as his gaze drifts to your hand where a ticket still sits.

“I’m going to district 7, any history of me here is being erased, I’ll be killed by snow if I.. if I stay..” your brows furrow as you feel tears begin to overflow from your eyes.

“Hey… hey don’t cry.” He reaches his hands out brushing the tears from your face his eyes furrowing. “You’re coming with me to 7?” He says as the realisation sinks in.

“Everything about me here won’t exist anymore. No one will ever see me.. or he’ll even know me.” You say pushing the tears out of your face as you sniffle

“That’s.. god that’s awful.” He says his eyes no longer meeting yours. “So.. you’re leaving now, with me.” He says hopefully his hands going to your shoulders.

“Yes, yes I guess I am.” You say looking back at him, his face had changed since you first saw him, his dark curls no longer matted but nicely styled and neatly resting under his hat. His eyes once dark and cold, were now brighter and warmer. His skin no longer marked from small bruises and injuries but now a tanned olive as it was before.

“You’re staring at me..” he murmurs his hands moving to grab you closer. “Sorry, it’s just, you’re so different.” You smile gently moving your hands to his cheeks caressing them. “You mean I was an asshole?” He says quirking a brow. “No. I mean it, you weren’t! You were just.. scared..” you immediately answer.

“We better go, we have an hour before the train leaves and, you know the way better then me..” he says leaning down to pick his bag up before then grabbing yours. “You don’t have to do that.” You say giggling at him. He rolls his eyes before nodding to the door. “My hands are full, you need to open the door.” He says furrowing his brows. You nod and pull the doors open.

‘This is it.’ You take a deep breath as treech begins to leave through the doors turning to you. “Come on now, we need to go..” he calls to you gesturing for you to follow.

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THE END OMG?? Thanks for the support gang also this chapter is super duper short but yah know what who cares. 😋

@5utumn HUGE THANKS TO YOU FOR UR HELP AND IDEAS AND ALSO MOTIVATING ME TO WRITE <3333

The original idea was snow kills the reader and takes the money leaving treech vulnerable and at risk but icl i was a bit lazy and decided to change it. 😊

Again like I said, I want this story to encourage people to read this and be inspired to read and write more for treech because he’s actually my fav so if you read this, PLEASE WRITE MORE FOR TREECH.

[youre-ackermine]

My entries for The Drabble Challenge 2024 hosted by @thedrabblecollective

A series of 100-words drabbles which will give a whole oneshot in the end (if I can manage to write a coherent story lmao). This story takes place soon after Belated Birthday

Fandom Attack on Titan/Shingeki no Kyojin

Pairing Levi Ackerman x Hange Zoë

Setting Modern AU / Established relationship / Domestic fluff / Non-binary AFAB Hange / Kissing /Swearwords / Mature content

Notes Eventual NSFW & triggering content will be tagged accordingly / Not beta or proof read / English is not my usual language

DAY 1: DRINK

DAY 2: PEPPER

DAY 3: UNHEALTHY

DAY 4: STACK

DAY 5: RING

DAY 6: ACT

DAY 7: MARSHMALLOW

DAY 8: NICKNAME

DAY 9: BIRTHDAY

DAY 10: ZESTY

DAY 11: WHISTLE

DAY 12: BRAWNY

DAY 13: BLUE

DAY 14: SCENIC

DAY 15: FORTUNATE

DAY 16: CAMPING

DAY 17: WANDER

DAY 18: ZIPPER

DAY 19: THUNDERSTORM

DAY 20: GUSTY

DAY 21: BELIEF

DAY 22: STEAM

DAY 23: SWEATER

DAY 24: BANDAGE

DAY 25: FLOUR

DAY 26: ENNUI

DAY 27: OVERFLOW

DAY 28: CORAL

DAY 29: CIRCUS

DAY 30: TOMATO

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Posted 11/04/2024 • Updated 11/22/2024

🧡🍁 REBLOGS APPRECIATED 🍁🧡

[mariacallous]

Reddit said ahead of its IPO next week that licensing user posts to Google and others for AI projects could bring in $203 million of revenue over the next few years. The community-driven platform was forced to disclose Friday that US regulators already have questions about that new line of business.

In a regulatory filing, Reddit said that it received a letter from the US Federal Trade Commision on Thursday asking about “our sale, licensing, or sharing of user-generated content with third parties to train AI models.” The FTC, the US government’s primary antitrust regulator, has the power to sanction companies found to engage in unfair or deceptive trade practices. The idea of licensing user-generated content for AI projects has drawn questions from lawmakers and rights groups about privacy risks, fairness, and copyright.

Reddit isn’t alone in trying to make a buck off licensing data, including that generated by users, for AI. Programming Q&A site Stack Overflow has signed a deal with Google, the Associated Press has signed one with OpenAI, and Tumblr owner Automattic has said it is working “with select AI companies” but will allow users to opt out of having their data passed along. None of the licensors immediately responded to requests for comment. Reddit also isn’t the only company receiving an FTC letter about data licensing, Axios reported on Friday, citing an unnamed former agency official.

It’s unclear whether the letter to Reddit is directly related to review into any other companies.

Reddit said in Friday’s disclosure that it does not believe that it engaged in any unfair or deceptive practices but warned that dealing with any government inquiry can be costly and time-consuming. “The letter indicated that the FTC staff was interested in meeting with us to learn more about our plans and that the FTC intended to request information and documents from us as its inquiry continues,” the filing says. Reddit said the FTC letter described the scrutiny as related to “a non-public inquiry.”

Reddit, whose 17 billion posts and comments are seen by AI experts as valuable for training chatbots in the art of conversation, announced a deal last month to license the content to Google. Reddit and Google did not immediately respond to requests for comment. The FTC declined to comment. (Advance Magazine Publishers, parent of WIRED's publisher Condé Nast, owns a stake in Reddit.)

AI chatbots like OpenAI’s ChatGPT and Google’s Gemini are seen as a competitive threat to Reddit, publishers, and other ad-supported, content-driven businesses. In the past year the prospect of licensing data to AI developers emerged as a potential upside of generative AI for some companies.

But the use of data harvested online to train AI models has raised a number of questions winding through boardrooms, courtrooms, and Congress. For Reddit and others whose data is generated by users, those questions include who truly owns the content and whether it’s fair to license it out without giving the creator a cut. Security researchers have found that AI models can leak personal data included in the material used to create them. And some critics have suggested the deals could make powerful companies even more dominant.

The Google deal was one of a “small number” of data licensing wins that Reddit has been pitching to investors as it seeks to drum up interest for shares being sold in its IPO. Reddit CEO Steve Huffman in the investor pitch described the company’s data as invaluable. “We expect our data advantage and intellectual property to continue to be a key element in the training of future” AI systems, he wrote.

In a blog post last month about the Reddit AI deal, Google vice president Rajan Patel said tapping the service’s data would provide valuable new information, without being specific about its uses. “Google will now have efficient and structured access to fresher information, as well as enhanced signals that will help us better understand Reddit content and display, train on, and otherwise use it in the most accurate and relevant ways,” Patel wrote.

The FTC had previously shown concern about how data gets passed around in the AI market. In January, the agency announced it was requesting information from Microsoft and its partner and ChatGPT developer OpenAI about their multibillion-dollar relationship. Amazon, Google, and AI chatbot maker Anthropic were also questioned about their own partnerships, the FTC said. The agency’s chair, Lina Khan, described its concern as being whether the partnerships between big companies and upstarts would lead to unfair competition.

Reddit has been licensing data to other companies for a number of years, mostly to help them understand what people are saying about them online. Researchers and software developers have used Reddit data to study online behavior and build add-ons for the platform. More recently, Reddit has contemplated selling data to help algorithmic traders looking for an edge on Wall Street.

Licensing for AI-related purposes is a newer line of business, one Reddit launched after it became clear that the conversations it hosts helped train up the AI models behind chatbots including ChatGPT and Gemini. Reddit last July introduced fees for large-scale access to user posts and comments, saying its content should not be plundered for free.

That move had the consequence of shutting down an ecosystem of free apps and add ons for reading or enhancing Reddit. Some users staged a rebellion, shutting down parts of Reddit for days. The potential for further user protests had been one of the main risks the company disclosed to potential investors ahead of its trading debut expected next Thursday—until the FTC letter arrived.

[heliumspirals]

All New Solar Weapons for Episode: Heresy, Reviewed and Discussed In-Depth

This is from the perspective of an endgame challenge player, so I won't be entertaining much in the way of "neat fun rolls," since what's fun for me isn't necessarily what's fun for you and vice-versa. I'll mention them where especially noteworthy, especially if the weapon doesn't have any genuinely good rolls. This is going to be a series split up into one post for all six damage types, because of tumblr's length limitation

FINALITY'S AUGER

Finality's Auger is one of our only real competitors to Anarchy, and is a competent sidegrade with different strengths and weaknesses. The turret configuration has superior total damage to anarchy and roughly the same DPS, whereas the standard LFR mode has lower total damage in exchange for about 3x the DPS. It takes a tradeoff for ad clear purposes, in that you'll generally use less ammo to kill the same amount of enemies, but you can't directly trap spawn doors in the same way. Additionally, your Ruinscribe Turret is at the mercy of map geometry in a way Anarchy simply is not. This is apparent in ad clear encounters like Confluxes and Descent. Recommended Use Case: Defend an area with your Ruinscribe Turret while using your other weapons to maintain Bait and Switch uptime. Switch back to your Linear form to deal with any priority targets.

HEZEN VENGEANCE

Hezen Vengeance is like a swiss army knife that's composed entirely of varying shapes and sizes of just blades. Not much in the way of tools, but it has a lot of increasingly creative ways to solve one specific problem. As of right now, this is objectively the best DPS legendary weapon in the game. Elemental Honing makes an appearance again, with a relatively favorable starting element of Solar allowing you to use things like a Prismatic Warlock with a Strand super for your setup period. Additionally, even though I said I wouldn't discuss "Haha Funny" rolls, with Timelost Magazine/Overflow/Bipod you can have a total of eight rockets in the tube at once. Recommended Use Case: Envious/BnS for general play, but something like Demolitionist/Elemental Honing could put in serious work against a boss like Atheon.

KEEN THISTLE

I initially wrote off Keen Thistle as something of a meme weapon, outclassed by Omniscient Eye by virtue of having better perks but a substantially worse archetype. I didn't really entertain Triple Tap/Fourth Times as a legitimately viable perk combo, but lo, ten million total damage I guess. This is more than a lot of power weapons can output. You won't find many encounters where you can legitimately get this total damage out, and in situations where you can you probably shouldn't, but it's genuinely potent if you can find the right place to use it. I'm just glad we've been getting more Hakke snipers lately. I want the Silicon Neuroma model back so bad. Recommended Use Case: Extended DPS phases without an enrage timer. This should serve you very well in Nightfalls, but consider BnS for that instead.

VISION OF CONFLUENCE

For the sake of damage and perk calculations, Firefly is considered weapon damage. This means a kill with Firefly inherits the weapon's combatant scaling and perk effects. This means a kill with Firefly procs Incandescent. This means, finally, that if you get two additional kills with your Firefly explosion, you've triggered an ignition. The only other weapons with this interaction are Nullify from Salvation's Edge, Tyranny of Heaven from Last Wish, and Avalanche from the Dawning. There's a whole host of more traditional damage rolls as well, like a 3rd column Explosive Payload to pair with the rare Paracausal Affinity, as well as Elemental Honing and Desperate measures. This thing would've done numbers back in the Beyond Light era of slow and surgical GM gameplay, (I know my old one did!) but there's more exciting things to do than stack damage perks to chip down an Unstop from half a map away. Recommended Use Case: Potent ad clear option with access to an incredibly rare perk interaction. Having high single-shot damage and a solid critical multiplier means you'll be getting those Firefly procs very consistently, enabling a shockingly aggressive playstyle for the likes of a scout.

[mournstera]

I spent the better part of the last 6 hours trying to make a custom progress bar work for both npf and legacy audio posts. I can make it appear and work, I just can't "move" the html output to the correct place within the JS without everything breaking.

I'm gonna give it a few more tries though. I desperately want it to have the feature as an option for theme makers once I release the code. I'm getting the same answers from people at stack overflow but it doesn't jell with tumblr lol.

[trivalentlinks]

so you all know i'm one of those people who's very much in support of leaving comments on old fics if you liked them, because the author probably still wants to know if someone is loving their old fic

(i've probably reblogged some tumblr posts to this effect)

but i was just browsing stack overflow and saw the comments on one of the answers, and the first (oldest) one said something to the effect of "it's been 8 years, but this is still great :)" and others were all just praising the answer, remarking on how helpful it still was even so many years later; another comment, from 10 years later just said "brilliant. perfect."

and it occurred to me that for all the times that i've reblogged posts about commenting years later, or posts that said something to the effect of, "if you don't have the time or energy to give a more in depth comment, just saying 'loved it' is enough to make an author's day",

i have literally never commented on a stack overflow answer (unless i had a technical comment, ie the kind of comment that would probably be called 'con-crit' over in fandom and frowned upon), even when it made my life immeasurably better

... and i probably still won't, since people so rarely do and i would feel awkward and weird being the only one making a non-technical comment, but there have been so many times when i've wanted to, and gosh i wish letting someone know when they improved your day were part of the culture, there, too

(i do get why stack overflow's culture would want to prioritize actually technically relevant comments, because if you're just looking for a discussion so you can all arrive at the correct answer, that's probably more important than letting the author know how much you loved their answer and how helpful you found it,

but gosh, there have been times when i'd been struggling with something for ages and someone wrote exactly what i needed and i just wanted to virtually kiss them for it. maybe there should be a separate thank-the-author comment section)