#vortex math

[cosmicportal]

The helical structure of our heart.

[velvetwyrme]

https://www.tumblr.com/velvetwyrme/776772262191890432/httpswwwtumblrcomvelvetwyrme7767144443236352

PL anon

The last thing I wanna see is fucking SWINDLE digging in my couch for change as his buddies that he apparently let in while I was gone, are all bumming on my couch watching my tv on a YouTube cybug documentary as they raided all my fruit snacks/juice and jello!!!!! They can stay until the gas is gone but never without permission again.

Lil shits about to pay rent. AND I KNOW SWINDLE CAN! Lil shit would probably just bite me a lot as I take a few cents from his horde but later be appeased when I buy or make him (and I guess his friends) the good beetle jelly.

(We don’t have that gas thing where I live. If anything setting a fire with yard waste (old dead or dried leaves/plants) mosquitoes and stuff HATE the smoke from certain plants and would avoid the area for a while, or we just buy the candles or stuff. Very much a we use nature to tell nature to fuck off kinda place.)

rhdjfjfjsjwk he is not welcome in your home u_u...

if swindle is in your couch i feel like theres a 50/50 chance thst hes scavenging for spare change OR stashing his spare change like a squirrel.

i feel like the bug combaticons (c...combugicons?) would be bad to have in your house just like. generally. they're stealing ur snacks and tearing up your nice drapery.

[pixylphetamine]

VORTEX MAPPING

[abdoulmorad]

[keferon]

The fact that Prowl is afraid of Vortex is amazing. I wonder if Vortex could handle themselves against cybertronians.

Oh my god…wait. I just realised… He is probably also bigger than them??

I’m super bad with size consistency so all robots in mecha au are just “big” and Vortex is “just bigger”

But. If I work around the fact that inside of Vortex’s cockpit is big enough for a human to walk inside…I think I can kind of calculate his actual size

He isn’t as big as Pacific Rim jaegers but. Wait wait wait give me a minute imma go perform some fun wonky math

[revelboo]

I was wondering if your still updating the Vortex story I really like where it is going but no rush or pressure /pos / nf 💜🦆

He’s one of the ones I tend to forget until someone reminds me- too many storylines. 18+

I Can’t Decide Pt 4

Vortex x Reader

• His visor cracks with the first shot and you empty the clip, heart racing. Because you’d done the math all day long. Realized that you weren’t just walking away from this situation. That you couldn’t condemn someone you don’t even know to be Vortex’s new toy. But you’d really hoped the gun would have at least hurt him. Watching a chunk of his visor fall, a red optic stares at you while you wait for him to crush you in his fist. To drop you to break bones and then step on you. To use that giant, awful blade on you. What you don’t expect? For him to start cackling.

• You’d shot him in the face? You’re either very brave or very stupid. But either way? Definitely not boring. Laughing as you throw your pitiful little gun at his face, he lifts you high over his head, hears you gasp as you grab onto his servos for dear life. Angry and terrified. “You didn’t bring me a new toy,” he croons, straightening a servo. Then another. Watching you frantically cling to him, eyes wide. Another servo. “I made you such a good deal, too.” Scaring you with the threat of being dropped.

• Breath ragged, you struggle as he straightens another servo until you’re dangling from only one as his head tips up to stare at you. That one optic you can see absolutely unhinged. “Stop! Please!” Don’t regret not bringing him a new victim, but you do regret not hurting him. Because he’s a monster.

• Watching your struggles, his head tips. Hadn’t predicted that you’d try to attack him. That you had a tiny bloodthirsty streak. And he could nurture that, see how awful you can be. Because that mixture of anger and fear he’s seen from you is almost intoxicating. Throw into the mix Megatron’s warning about fragging humans? Making that a possibility? Suddenly, you’re a lot more entertaining alive. Especially if you like inflicting pain. If you get off on it. So many possibilities. “You want to make me bleed don’t you? Does it feel good?”

• Legs kicking as you stare down at him, you hook your arms around his servos. He’d threatened you. Terrified you. Saved you from that guy, but only because he wanted to hurt someone. He’s a monster. But he’s right. Shooting him the face had filled you with a savage delight up until you’d realized your gun wasn’t enough. That you couldn’t hurt him. “You need to target my mesh,” he says, other hand lifting to touch his servos to his throat. “It’s softer. Easier to pierce.” And he’s grinning up at you as he says it. Telling you how to hurt him. Like he wants you to as much as you want to.

• Spike aching behind his plating, he curls his servos around you and presses one against your own neck. Feeling the frantic thrum of your pulse. Could break you so easily, but where’s the fun in that? You hate him, can see it in those expressive eyes and he just wants to twist you. To give you power over him, let you cut him and then take it away. Force your submission. Let you dominate him only to turn the tables. See you struggle, feel powerful and lose it again. Over and over. His spike hard just imagining it. Anger and fear and despair all tangled together. Spike buried inside you, while you press a blade into a seam in his plating. That exquisite mix of pain and pleasure that he needs to overload. And he’s going to have fun teaching you. Seeing if you’ll bend to his will or break.

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[moomine]

sober thoughts | warren graham

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summary: (drunk!warrengraham x sober!reader) You and Warren have been friends long before getting accepted to Blackwell Academy. One night, you find Warren drunk after a vortex club party, and make sure he gets home safely. Little do the two of you know, you're both interested in being more than just friends.

word count: 2,577

warnings: no trigger warnings (just fluff here)! all characters are 18+

now playing: Radiohead - "Thinking About You"

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Once a week, the evening at Blackwell Academy was consumed by loud, bumping house music and drunken teenagers partying like it was their last day on Earth. The Vortex Club, Blackwell's royal family, would commandeer the swimming pool to host their lavish soirees. You had been to a couple, but the noise and the smell of drunk, sweaty teens quickly became unappealing. As the semesters went on, you started leaving campus to avoid the events altogether, deciding to occupy your time studying at the public library, grabbing breakfast for dinner at the Two Whales, or walking the beach. Anything that sounded remotely more interesting.

That night was different. It seemed like you were the only person who didn't want to attend tonight's party, let alone be anywhere near campus. Around 11:30 at night, you decided to pack up your things and return to the dorms for bed. As you pulled into the parking lot of Blackwell, you could already hear the loud music and ever-familiar chatter. you parked your car and turned off the ignition, stepping out into the cool September night air with a slight shiver. The music was intolerably loud, and you realized that, regardless of the time and your distance from the school, you'd still hear it faintly in your dorm that night.

You ran a frustrated hand through your hair as you looked around the parking lot at students coming and going from the party. In the corner of your eye, you noticed a familiar figure, Warren Graham, sitting on the curb, curled in on himself with his head in his arms.

You and Warren had been friends for a while. Science and math were never your strong suit, unlike him. You much preferred writing and the arts to experiments and calculations. When you were freshmen, he helped you when you started to fail biology, tutoring you after school and being your buddy in class. After that, you two started hanging out from time to time. You watched movies, talked about video games and comics, and bonded over your mutual fade-into-the-background-ness back at your home school and, unfortunately, when you guys were accepted to Blackwell as well. However, Warren never faded into the background for you. Even before the two of you became friends, you noticed his presence very quickly. When the sight of his nose wrinkling while he laughed made your heart skip a beat, you realized that maybe you liked him as more than just a friend.

Your expression softened as you approached him. Whatever negativity you harbored toward the party was washed away, now replaced by worry and concern for the boy sitting alone.

"Hey, Warren," you said, softly, crouching to his level. "You okay?"

It was like your words stirred Warren back to consciousness. Not necessarily that he was asleep, but rather that he wasn't all there. Like he was sinking into the ground and hearing your voice was enough to bring him closer to the surface again. He lifted his head like it was too heavy for his neck to support, almost immediately using his shoulder as a rest for his head of dirt-colored hair. A tender, excited smile stretched across his thin lips, making his eyes crinkle ever so slightly and his cheeks lifted with happiness. He looked tired, but behind the fogginess in his eyes, you could see he was happy to see you.

"Hey, you..." he slurred as he tried to sit up a little straighter. "I'm much better now." His words dragged, dripping from his lips in a sing-song, honeyed tone.

You smiled. "Oh yeah? How much have you had to drink?"

Warren looked off for a moment, staring past you rather than directly at you. Slowly, the gears in his head were starting to turn, twisting with each other as he traced his memory back for each shot he had taken along with the handful of beers he had either sipped on or shotgunned. The boy who was usually so good at math was struggling to work out simple addition, the alcohol hindering his intelligence. He looked down at his hands, now counting out on his fingers before he stuck both of them up in the air with a proud smile. While holding down his pointer finger with his thumb on one hand, he expertly determined he had had about eight drinks (which was most certainly a vast overestimation on his part). Your eyes widened at the realization, shaking your head with a sigh.

"That's... a lot," you paused, "Are you sure you're feeling okay?"

"I feel funny. But not bad funny," Warren started, leaning in as his voice dropped to a loud whisper. "I'm so happy you're here. I missed you."

Your cheeks flushed a subtle pink. Under the light of sparse street lamps in the parking lot, it was hard to see but you could certainly feel it. Heat rose through your body as he leaned in. You swallowed, your throat suddenly feeling extremely dry.

"I missed you too." Your tone was soft and genuine. You tried your best to hide your flusteredness, but you knew you were failing. At least he was wasted, you thought. There was no chance Warren could tell in the state he was in. "How about we get you to your dorm?"

The boy huffed, crossing his arms over his chest in protest. "Noooo... I don't want the night to end. I'm not even tired."

"You don't have to go to bed, silly," you tried to convince him. "I just thought you'd want to get out of this boring parking lot."

"Can we watch a movie?" His eyes lit up as he spoke, and his hands found your shoulders.

You nodded with an amused smile, and your body rocked as he shook you. "Sure thing, whatever you want to watch. Now, let's get you up, okay?"

You reached for Warren's hands, taking them in your own as you came to your feet. With a good pull, you were able to get him clumsily on his own. Warren swayed from side to side as he tried to gain his balance again, rocking on his heels.

"You got it?" you asked, keeping your hands out to catch him in case he fell.

"I think so," Warren mumbled, putting a heavy hand on your shoulder to balance himself.

"Here, I got you," you started as you pulled his arm around your shoulders. "We'll do it together."

"You're the best. I'm so lucky you're my friend," he mumbled. His head rested against yours like a heavy stone.

A small laugh slipped through your lips and you nodded —once again grateful for the darkness cloaking your flushed face, as you two started your walk to the boy’s dormitories. With each step you took, Warren struggled to keep himself up, leaning against your body as he put his full weight on you.

"I wish you would have gone..." he murmured, staring ahead with a blank expression.

"Gone where?" you asked.

Warren waved haphazardly with his other hand, trying to motion back to the noise behind you guys. "The party, duh."

You tried to look up at him but couldn't, his head keeping you from meeting his eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize you wanted me there."

"I only ever want to see you," Warren slurred.

Your eyes widened at his words, but you shook it off. You reminded yourself that he was drunk and not completely in control of his words. Plus, Warren was known to be a bit of a drama queen.

"What if I go to the next one with you? Would that make you feel better?"

"Yeah." Within an instant, his tone became lighter, happier.

The music grew quieter the further you got from the party. Straggling students lingered around the courtyard before the dorms, talking amongst each other and seemingly enjoying a break from the excitement of the party. Cricket's song and the breeze through tree branches created an atmosphere that was far more relaxing within the night air. It felt like a whole other world in comparison to the flashing lights and chaos several feet away.

You two sunk into the dorms, and the warmth from inside wrapped around you like an inviting hug. It was close to silent within the hallway as you approached Warren's dorm room.

You reached for the door handle, the knob not budging as you attempted to open the door. "You have your key, right?"

Warren hummed in acknowledgment. He dug into his pocket, lazily pulled the key from his jeans, and handed it to you. You unlocked the door and walked him inside, leading him to his bed so he could sit down. The room was dark before you turned on his bedside lamp. Warren was very much a no-overhead-light-ever kind of person, something we had in common. Warm yellow light illuminated the small space once the lamp was switched on. Along his brick walls were posters of comic book characters, bands, and his favorite movies. A mess of loose papers and clothing was scattered across the floor. As per usual, Warren's room was a wreck but not disgusting. Sure, he'd leave dirty clothes on his floor, but any food waste he had was quickly and efficiently thrown out.

On his windowsill was a line of nursery pots, all with individual tabs labeled with different notes and specimens. Must be an experiment for one of his classes, you thought. His desk was covered in notebooks and textbooks alike, both marked up with sticky notes with some containing actual notes and others being doodles depicting his agony with chemistry. You laughed a little at the sight of it.

Warren let out a soft, content sigh from behind you as he eased himself into his bed. He looked over at you with a lopsided grin. "I haven't thought about the periodic table once tonight. Can you believe that?"

"I can actually. I'm surprised you can think at all after all you've had to drink," you teased, taking a seat beside him on the edge of his mattress. You reached over to untie his Chucks, pulling them from his feet and tossing them to the ground. There was no way you were going to change him, but the least you could do was help him get a little more comfortable.

He sat up beside you, laughing as you picked fun at him. "Hey... can I tell you something?"

You turned to face him and realized he was much closer than you had thought he would be, his face less than a foot away from yours. Your throat went dry as a desert, and you swallowed in an attempt to wet it.

"Of course," you nodded. "You can tell me anything."

"You promise?" Warren mumbled, averting his eyes from yours and focusing on the ground instead. His face was slightly flushed, his freckled cheeks dusted a soft pink.

"I promise." you reaffirmed, looking him up and down questioningly.

"There's been something I've been wanting to tell you, but I've always felt too..." he trailed off, his voice wavering. The alcohol on his breath served as a reminder of just how drunk he really was. "I've always been too nervous to say anything. But I'm not right now."

"Warren, you're drunk," you said, trying to deter him from continuing. A part of you wanted so desperately to know what he had to say, but you knew that once he was sober he'd likely regret telling you. If he'd even remember at all, that was.

Warren whined in a not-so-quiet protest. "I'm not that drunk. I'm feeling pretty sober now."

"You're wasted." You shook your head immediately.

"Please." He leaned in, his face once again rapidly growing closer and closer to yours. "Just let me finish."

Your eyes trailed over his face, fixating on his eyes and his lips. The warm brown of his irises was so inviting and only popped more in contrast to the dark circles forming under his eyes. They were like a warm, light cup of coffee first thing in the morning. His lips were stuck in a small pout of desperation. It was like he had been dying to let something off his chest, like once he said what he needed to everything would be okay forever. Or maybe it wouldn't, but it seemed like that was a risk he was willing to take.

"Warren, I..." The words felt caught in your throat, clinging to your dry tongue for dear life.

"Please," Warren pleaded, staring directly into your eyes now. "I like you. I have for so long and it's been eating me up inside." His words came out in a rushed flurry of emotion. He looked at you intensely, his eyes overflowing with admiration and something you couldn't quite place. "You don't have to say anything... Hell, you don't even have to like me back. I just wanted to tell you..."

"Hey, hey, hey. Slow down," you said, putting a hand on his knee to grab his attention.

Warren's eyes dropped from yours to your hand. His lips parted as he fell silent, staring back at you with uncertainty abundantly clear all over his face. The alcohol in his system made him feel more confident, but not so much that he didn't care about what happened next. You felt bad watching him sit there at the edge of his seat.

"Maybe we should talk about this in the morning? Y'know, when you're more clear-head—" Warren cut you off before you were able to finish.

"No," he insisted, looking you dead in your eyes. "I mean it. You... you gotta believe me."

"I do," you said as you leaned in closer. "I like you too."

"What?"

"I said I like you too." You smiled at him, giving his shoulder a small squeeze. "But right now you're drunk and it's late, and I think we should talk about it more tomorrow, okay? What if we grab breakfast at Two Whales in the morning? Like a date."

"You... you wanna go on a date with me?" Warren's expression was priceless, filled with excitement and disbelief.

You nodded. "Of course I do. The sooner we get to sleep, the sooner we can. So you better get some shut-eye, got it?"

Without a word, Warren was lying on his back and struggling to get under his covers. You couldn't help but laugh as you stood up, leaning over once he was all tucked in and giving him a small kiss on the cheek. His breath hitched and he giggled like a little girl. As Warren started dozing off you searched around the room and situated a quick "hangover kit" for him on his nightstand. He was going to need it in the morning.

"Goodnight, Warren," you said, heading for the door. "Sleep on your side, okay?"

He hummed and turned over so he was facing you. The fight to stay awake was quickly becoming too much for him as his eyes began to slowly flutter closed. "Mhm, goodnight..."

Your gaze drifted to him once more before you stepped out of the room, closing the door behind you. As you walked up the stairs to your dorm, you felt your heart start to swell thinking about the fact that the Warren Graham liked you too. And that you were going on a date with him tomorrow morning. Maybe those Vortex Club parties weren't all bad after all.

[lillipad72]

Gilbert Blythe - A Journey from Liberal to Conservative

What has always confused me when reading Anne of Green Gables and the subsequent books is why Gilbert Blythe went from a liberal 'grit' to a conservative 'tory.' So, I wanted to look into what could have inspired his change in opinions.

So our first mention of Gilbert's politics comes from about halfway through Anne of Green Gables:

"What way do you vote, Matthew?” “Conservative,” said Matthew promptly. To vote Conservative was part of Matthew’s religion. “Then I’m Conservative too,” said Anne decidedly. “I’m glad because Gil—because some of the boys in school are Grits.

Doing some quick math (and using the timeline that matches up with the 1896 election), we will find this statement was made around 1880, with Anne being about 12 and Gilbert 14. This puts a damper on my wondering because if Gilbert was a Liberal at age 14, he probably only was because his parents were, and changing political views is not uncommon as one grows up. But I will continue my investigation!

So when did things change?

Well, it happened most definitely before 1896 when in Anne's House of Dreams:

"The Island, as well as all Canada, was in the throes of a campaign proceeding a general election. Gilbert, who was an ardent Conservative, found himself caught in the vortex, being much in demand for speechmaking at the various county rallies."

(why we know it is 1896, and why the timeline is inconsistent in the series I recommend this post.)

So Gilbert is not only a conservative. By now, we know he is a well-known conservative in the area! Obviously, his political leanings changed before this point.

Backtrack to the 1891 Election: The main issue of the election was the idea of tariffs or free trade. The incumbent prime minister John Macdonald, a Conservative, was running on his National Policy (more on that soon), which had a lot to do with protective tariffs while the Liberals supported free trade with the United States. While I do think Gilbert's change to being a Conservative has to do with the National Policy I believe it probably would have occurred before this because the Conservative party had a rough year in 1891 and was thrown into chaos so it would be odd for Gilbert to become one at this time.

The National Policy, implemented by John Macdonald in 1879 was extremely popular. It included policies that would strengthen Canadian businesses against the very popular American ones, creating high tariffs. It even completed the national railway!

Overall, I expect that Gilbert became a Conservative during his university years (shocking, I know) because this perfectly aligns with the National Policy's success.

Of course, this is all speculation, and my answer was quite underwhelming. Even for myself, I did have fun researching what exactly drew people to be a Conservative during this time.

So for all you folks disappointed about Gilbert and Anne being conservatives this is a quick snapshot of what that meant during the later 19th century in Canada!

[mysticstronomy]

CAN WE MAKE A BLACK HOLE IN A LAB??

Blog#426

Saturday, August 10th, 2024.

Welcome back,

Black holes are notoriously difficult to study, as they are both far away and so massive that not even light can escape.

So, scientists from the University of Nottingham created a “giant quantum vortex” using a helium superfluid with 500 times less viscosity than water.

These Earth-bound vortices could help experts understand black holes—or even inch closer to a Grand Unified Theory.

Observing a black hole is a bit of an oxymoron. After all, our eyes require photons to make sense of the world, and seeing as photons (aka light) can’t escape a black hole, the whole “observing” thing becomes pretty impossible pretty quickly.

But over the decades, scientists have developed techniques to study black holes by observing their effects on surrounding matter. And now, scientists from the University of Nottingham in the U.K. have developed a novel new approach to studying these hugely important—yet observationally elusive—celestial objects.

By using superfluid helium (with a viscosity 500 times lower than water), the researchers managed to create a quantum simulator by placing the helium in a tank with a spinning propeller.

Due to the extremely low-friction and vortex-like environment, this particular helium begins exhibiting “unusual quantum effects,” according to New Scientist. These effects allowed the team the team to observe black hole-like phenomena, such as “ringdown mode” and cosmic fields interacting with the gravitational vortices. Their latest work was published on the preprint server arXiv in 2023, and was last revised this past November. The paper has yet to be peer-reviewed.

“Physics repeats itself in many places. It’s a set of mathematical models that are very universal. And if the maths is the same, the physics ought to be the same,” University of Nottingham’s Silke Weinfurtner told The Guardian last year. “To me, the analogues are a gift from nature. There is a whole class of systems that possess the same physical processes.”

Understanding black holes is imperative from both an astronomical and a general physics perspective. That’s for a few reasons, but namely because black holes are hugely important in regards to the formation of the universe, and because the objects are where Albert Einstein’s well-worn General Relativity and the time-tested Quantum Field Theory appear to contradict each other.

And if there’s one thing scientists hate, it’s contradictions.

While the diameter of Sagittarius A* (that’s the supermassive black hole at the center of our Milky Way galaxy) stretches some 14.6 million miles in diameter, these human-made quantum vortices are decidedly puny—only a few millimeters across. But their diminutive size is actually much larger than previous vortices created from quantum fluids.

Originally published on https://www.popularmechanics.com

COMING UP!!

(Wednesday, August 14th, 2024)

"DOES TIME STOP IN A BLACK HOLE??"

[asoulwithadream]

Episode 1: The Robot Revolution

Here we go again.

After his tumultous first season, Ncuti Gatwa is FINALLY back (about time) playing the 15th Doctor (or 33rd, depending on how you look at it). It's been a long wait for sure, and I don't know whether to keep my hopes up or down. But as an ever-forgiving entity, it's my duty to lean positive.

What I'm looking forward too the most is watchig Varada Sethu, an actress I've never seen on screen before (*edit: so I THOUGHT), so for her my opinion is quite literally the blankest slate in the history of slates.

And without further ado, here is the year's first Live Soul Reaction:

I KNOW GIRLS AREN'T GOOD AT MATHS? HELLO?

Her name is Belinda. I don't know how to feel about that - that's the oldest lady name on this planet.

I'd love to get a star but not from Alan.

What I've noticed lately is that the TARDIS is like - ACTIVELY FLYING AROUND more. Formerely it just materialsed everywhere or only flew around in the Time Vortex I think. I guess she's in her shooting star era.

Oh she's a NURSE? Martha Jones 2.0 my beloved.

Was it your wife. I love her already.

KILT!

Is she getting abducted?? This is giving 1980s. Where are the circles in the corn.

THEY KILLED THE CAT.

MRS FLOOD IT'S HER WHAT IS SHE DOING HER HEY NOW HEY NOW I FUCKING SAW YOU YOU BITCH

Oh I like that effect.

Missbelindrachandrakind. The Missbelindrachandrabots. Fucking finally.

The fucking AI GENERATOR. What the fucking BALLS is this.

Queen Machine, if you didn't know, is actually the foremost Queen tribute band. I've seen them once. Was lit.

That's actually quite smart. I like the 9 words thing.

Girl, of COURSE she died how are you surprised Doc.

Oh, he's such a pretty crier. OH I've missed this.

THAT'S HER??

WAIT THAT'S HER??? THAT WAS HER????? THAT WAS HER?????????????

an actress I've never seen on screen before my ass - SORRY GUYS I completely lied out of my ass what the balls

Did he just reference the new Kylie Minogue song.

"Timey wimey. Am I six?" (I LOVE HER) I needed some sarcasm in my life thank god.

"AHAHAHA No." Yes you are you liar

Hey Woah Belinda what are you doing?

ALAN'S THE ROBOT??? ALAN GENERATOR HAHAHAHHAHAHHA

HELP lowkey he deserved that.

If they pull a "something is strange with Belinda" and we get a Ruby Sunday ending I'm going to throw some hands. Belinda better be a special snowflake.

"Is that what you said to Sasha." Burn. BURN. Someone's finally calling out Doctor's shit. And I'm glad it's Belinda. Hey guys who wants to join my new Missbelindachandra Fan Club

How much do we want to bet that the thing repelling the TARDIS has something to do with Mrs Flood.

Woah. Wait What.

Very like Russel T Davies to leave us on a cliffhanger. And yet, I'm not left with any major dissapointment. Maybe it was my low hopes going in to this episode, but Honestly, I did quite like it. Guys, I'm quite liking Doctor Who. DOCTOR WHO IS QUITE LIKEABLE HAHHAYEHADUGGYDKDIPEGDP

Anyhow, props to Varada, sorry for not remembering you girlie but I've been awake since 3am, my facial recognition software hasn't updated. She seems like an amazing actress, and I'm really excited to see what comes next.

Cheers!

[the-worms-in-your-bones]

The Apocalypse Element

‘Twenty of the greatest powers in space time’ → there are actually a good number of temporal powers, interesting, given we really only see three other than the time lords in later audios

‘Since when did gallifrey seek the approval of other time traveling races’ → the non isolation is pretty new

Seems that cia doesn’t typically do this type of thing → based on the doctor’s comments about vansell working more in the shadows, and it must be something important for him to be accompanying the president

They brought back an old president to serve in the role temporarily while romana is gone → is this just something that you can do, like make an old president step up, or was he asked/did he volunteer

Time lords at the conference to see who has the power to remove a planet from time

‘The monan hosts ship, the most powerful vessel here’ → their time ships have more power than the time lords

‘That technology in the daleks hands’ ‘it should have been gallifreys’ → of course they’re more worried about the time lords not getting the technology than the time lords getting it

There are other methods of time travel used by the other temporal powers (monans use gravity wells), but they all seem to be using to vortex as a medium for travel

oh romana

Vansell and the doctor using mental contact to communicate information → seems like a more accurate and faster way to do it than just talking to each other

‘You’re wearing the wrong body’ → this is taking place in the doctor’s future

Romana is still president, but the other guy is also called lord president → you get to keep the title?

‘Gallifrey sleeps, it’s the middle of the night’ → i wonder how long their nights are given the whole two suns things

‘The situation may afford certain opportunities’ → in reference to the monans asking for sanctuary, not willing to help others unless it can do something for them, they may no longer be as isolationist, but they are still only doing things in their interests

‘But gallifrey can not be seen to interfere, not in matters of war’ → interesting how the noninterference holds up even when they are now interacting with other temporal powers, also ‘can not be seen’ → they can interfere, it’s just that no one can know they are doing it

Vansell trying to get the monan time vessel → cia wants to use the technology for themselves, extremely predictable

Vansell seems to only care about the monans dying because it means he will no longer have access to their technology

‘I will not have gallifrey overrun with aliens’ → even though the president seems more sympathetic, he still clearly doesn’t want them there, still holds very time lord views

Doors are resistant to weapon damage

Doors opened by retina scan

‘One of my old presidential codes’ → presidents are given multiple code for things i guess, also wonder if they specifically have different uses and the doctor just can’t remember which one is for which thing or they can be used somewhat interchangeably, also the fact that he expects it to work despite the fact that he is no longer president → they just keep working even after you retire

‘My presidential override’ ‘telepathic imprimatur’ → codes part of the time lord themself? (something like regeneration, it’s given to you when you become president?)

The way they talk about the tardis here → ‘synaptic equations’ ‘don’t resist me’ ‘work with her’ → living technology that is also made of math (i really do love the living technology aspect of time lord stuff)

‘The tardis cradles’ → idk what i have to say about that, the wording just seemed noteworthy

‘And no one can leave gallifrey’ → so since the daleks are locked in this one room with the tardises you can’t leave, do they seriously keep all of their tardises in one place, seems like a security issue

‘To all levels’ → they’ve got multiple levels (look i know this isn’t like groundbreaking lore or something, but hey info on the layout of the citadel is info on the layout of the citadel)

There are residential areas within the capitol → interesting given how it seems there’s a difference between the citadel and capitol (though could be a case of only some writers have it be this way) and how when romana later loses the presidency she is no longer permitted to be in the capitol, are the residential areas for people who work in the capitol, like politicians, guards, cia, and such, or are they just treating the capitol and citadel as the same here (or, given that the thing with romana is from a later audio, that bit of lore hadn’t been thought of yet, and therefore doesn’t actually apply) (that’s not gonna stop me from pointing it out though)

‘You and the all the cia acting on your own agenda’ → typical cia behavior (seems vansell made the mistake of doing it in front of the president though because he just got yelled at about it)

‘Mere fools, greedy children who would surrender splendid isolation for quick advantage’ → i know this is how the president thinks the daleks see them, but also this is kind of just true

‘The daleks have left us alone for millenia’ → can’t tell if he means that they’ve just never bothered with the time lords before, or if it’s been millenia since they have

‘Advances that you craved for gallifrey’ → implication that the breaking of their isolation was the cia’s doing, honestly this makes enough sense, their whole thing is intervention, if gallifrey is no longer completely isolationist it just makes their jobs easier

And romana passed out, someone get her to a fucking doctor or something (an actual qualified doctor, not the Doctor)

‘These were ceremonial guards, expecting the arrival of a monan dignitary’ → guards sent there specifically for ceremony, but those are the only guards mentioned, so i’m guessing they don’t have guards normally guarding the tardis cradles (trust in their security technology to guard it for them?), also interesting how they’re all dead dead, dalek weapons have ability to inhibit regeneration? (that or the damage from them is just too severe for regeneration to be possible?)

Romana trying to ally with the daleks as part of her plan count 1 (yes, yes, i know it’s a trick, but you know, it counts), good to know she has one plan that isn’t just ‘i’m going to kill myself’

They just never checked that their doors couldn’t also be opened by dead retinas → i think the doctor describes this best ‘complacency, the middle name of most time lords’

‘We don’t have armies on permanent standby’ → no military at this point in their history

‘Vansell, i imagine you have some small power invested in you by the more conventional powers of gallifrey’ → cia doesn’t actually have that much power in the way that the president or castellan does it seems, though they probably do have a great deal of power outside of the everyday life aspect of time lord society

‘The president has his own console in the council chamber with access to our entire defense network’

‘Which is why the cia have full override’ → they don’t really have the power to order people around, but they sure can control pretty much everything else, can’t they

‘Think about the current population of this planet, thousands of privileged gallifreyans currently enjoying full security access around the capitol’ → i am once again asking just how many time lords there are

‘The whole planet will be out of bounds to its own population’ → so are all the locks controlled by the same system or is vansell exaggerating/only considering the capitol the planet

‘The high council chamber of congress’ → just putting this here because they said a place name

‘These may be extraordinary times, but humans have no place’ → i wonder what restrictions are put on leela in terms of where she can and can not go on gallifrey, given that this implies that humans aren’t allowed in certain places

‘Gallifreyans and daleks alike’ → idk if they’re using gallifreyans and time lords interchangeably here, but could be interesting if all technology on gallifrey is based off of retinal scans

‘Tardises won’t work’ → tardises also rely on retinal scans then?

The president keeps calling evelyn ‘the earth woman’ → i wonder how humans are commonly referred to on gallifrey (if they are referred to often at all), we’ve seen that they have different names depending on the species talking, so maybe some time lords call them other things

‘None of this seems real, that the daleks could destroy my world’ → it’s really interesting to me just how pervasive the idea of some sort of time war involving gallifrey was even before the new who time war, like you have the war in heaven with the edas and the daleks wanting to destroy gallifrey here

And romana has once again passed out

Romana and the other president clearly seem to know each other, i wonder if he was picked specifically to serve in her place because of a previous relationship that they had, or maybe he was just in the right seat in government

Need the sash and rod of rassilon to manipulate the eye of harmony

‘The vault of the eye of harmony’

‘The atmosphere here, you can feel the power can’t you’ → something something time lords themselves are somewhat technological, so they can feel the power of their technology

‘The sacred heart of the time lords’ → description of the eye of harmony

‘That’s all it is when you strip away all the mystical mumbo jumbo, a phenomenal power source’ → something something advanced technology being magic, even the time lords who have the knowledge to comprehend it still treat it kind of like it’s magic

‘Be true to our heritage, remain emotionless observers’

‘Let’s take your own galaxy, the milky way’ → now is the doctor saying it this way because gallifrey isn’t in the milky way (something which has been established, at least i think so by this point, to be untrue), or just using that phrasing to make it more relatable to eveyln

‘Only primitives depend on robots’ → time lords both suck and have a fascinating view of the universe, why are robots not advanced enough, is the end goal to be so advanced that neither you nor a robot need lift a hand for something to happen?

The way they’re talking about the eye of harmony makes me think it looks like the one from the movie

‘I can feel it, even with the sash defusing its energies’

They’ve got some sort of announcement system

‘If any trace of your eye scan is still lingering in the security matrices, who knows what effect you could have on the old girl’ → now what does he mean by this

‘We’ll never be defenseless again’ → romana going to build up gallifreyan military?

[gallifreyinstituteforlearning]

Is there still something, someone or some role like the Visionary on Gallifrey? ~ A very curious human :)

Do they still have visionaries on Gallifrey?

Indeed, they do.

🏺 The Ancient Visionaries

In the Bright Past, visionaries were fairly common. They were all women Shobogans affected by Odic energy and granted pre-cognitive abilities. Those who weren't catatonic wandered from town to town subsisting on an exclusive diet of fish tongues.

The most important oracle of them all, though, was the Pythia. The Pythia and her Sisterhood ruled Gallifrey using prophecy and riddles for thousands of years. Then Rassilon showed up, decided that math was better than mysticism, and overthrew them.

🔮 The Modern Visionaries

Even after the Pythia's fall, prophecy refused to go away. Every so often, a Gallifreyan would stare into the Untempered Schism, and instead of being 'inspired' or 'running away,' they just never come back quite right. These individuals, called Visionaries, are permanently connected to the Vortex. This gives them terrifyingly accurate prophetic abilities, but at the cost of their sanity.

Most families quietly lock them away in institutions and places like the Quantum of Solace. There, they spend their days muttering to themselves, drawing incomprehensible maps on the walls, and generally being deeply unsettling at dinner parties.

🚨 Then the Time War Happened

When the Last Great Time War started rewriting reality on a daily basis, the Time Lords suddenly changed their minds about prophecy as they suddenly found it useful.

Visionaries were dragged out of their padded rooms, assigned official Minders, and forced to deliver prophecies on demand. Their ravings became military intelligence.

But now with Gallifrey's fate uncertain, it's unclear if Visionaries are still acknowledged in any official capacity. If Gallifreyans are still being born and still facing the Schism, then Visionaries likely still exist. The only question is whether anyone is still listening to them.

🏫 So…

Yes, Gallifrey probably still has seers. But their usefulness depends entirely on context. Before Rassilon, they ruled. Under the Time Lords, they were dismissed. During the War, they were weaponised. Now, they're probably back to being ignored. Until the next major crisis.

Related:

💬|👥🧬Would a hybrid on Gallifrey experience prejudice due to the Prophecy of the Hybrid?: The extraneous factors of public perception of hybrids.

💬|🏺🧙What do Shobogans look like, and how are they different from modern Gallifreyans?: Various biological difference between Gallifreyans and their ancestors.

💬|⚔️⌛How did the Time War start?: The complicated origins of the Time War.

Hope that helped! 😃

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[layover-linux-official]

Write One to Throw Away?

If you're in the software industry for long enough, you'll hear this advice eventually. There's an infamous Catch-22 to writing code:

You don't deeply understand the problem (or its solution space) until you've written a solution.

The first solution you write will have none of that hindsight to help you.

So it naturally shakes out that you have to write it at least one time before you can write it well, unless you're stricken with exceptional luck. And the minimum number of attempts you will need is two: one to throw away, and a second attempt to keep.

It's just math. It's just logic. Write one to throw away. It's got the world's easiest proof. You'd have to be some kind of idiot to argue with it!

Okay, hear me out...

As you work on bigger and older projects, you will continuously be confronted with a real-world reality: that requirements are an input that never stops changing. You can make the right tool for the job today, but the job will change tomorrow. Is your pride and joy still the right tool?

If you're like most developers, your first stage of grief will be denial. Surely, if we just anticipate all the futures that could possibly happen, we can write code that's ready to be extended in any possible direction later! We're basically wizards, after all - this feels like it should work.

So you try it. You briefly feel safe in the corrosive sandstorm of time. Your code feels future proof, right up until the future arrives with a demand you didn't anticipate, which is actually so much harder to write thanks to your premature abstractions. Welcome to the anger stage. The YAGNI acronym (you ain't gonna need it) finally registers in your brain for what it is - a bitter pill, hard-won but true.

But we're wizards! We bargain with our interpreters and parsers and borrow checkers. Surely we can make our software immortal with the right burnt offerings. We can use TDD! Oops, now our tests are their own giant maintenance burden locking us into inflexible implementation decisions. Static analysis and refactoring tooling! Huh, well that made life support easier, but couldn't fix fundamental problems of approach, architecture and design (many of which only came into existence when the requirements changed).

As the sun rises and sets on entire ISAs, the cold gloom eventually sets in. There is no such thing as immortal software. Even the software that appears immortal is usually a vortex of continuous human labor and editing. The Linux kernel is constantly dying by pieces and being reborn in equal or greater measure - it feels great to get a patch merged, but your name might not be in the git blame at all in 2 years time.

I want to talk about what happens when your head suddenly jumps up in astonished clarity and you finally accept and embrace that fact: holy shit, there is no immortal software!

Silicon is sand

... and we're in the mandala business, baby.

I advocate that you write every copy to be thrown away. Every single one. I'm not kidding.

Maybe it'll be good enough (read adequacy, not perfection) that you never end up needing to replace your code in practice. Maybe you'll replace it every couple years as your traffic scales. But the only sure thing in life is that your code will have an expiration date, and every choice you make in acknowledgement of that mortality will make your life better.

People are often hesitant to throw out working code because it represents years of accumulated knowledge in real-world use. You'd have to be a fool to waste that knowledge, right? Okay. Do your comments actually instruct the reader about these lessons? Does secondary documentation explain why decisions were made, not just what those decisions were? Are you linking to an issue tracker (that's still accessible to your team)? If you're not answering yes to these type of questions, you have no knowledge in your code. It is a black hole that consumed and irreparably transformed knowledge for ten years. It is one of the worst liabilities you could possibly have. Don't be proud of that ship! You'll have nowhere to go when it sinks, and you'll go down with it.

When you write code with the future rewriter - not merely maintainer - in mind, you'll find it doesn't need to be replaced as often. That sounds ironic, and it is, but it's also true. Your code will be educational enough for onboarding new people (who would rewrite what they don't understand anyways). It will document its own assumptions (so you can tell when you need a full rewrite, or just something partial that feels more like a modification). It will provide a more useful guiding light for component size than any "do one thing well" handwave. And when the day finally comes, when a rewrite is truly necessary, you'll have all the knowledge you need to do it. In the meantime, you've given yourself permission to shit out something sloppy that might never need replacing, but will teach you a lot about the problem domain.

This is independent of things like test suite methodology, but it does provide a useful seive for thinking about which tests you do and don't want. The right tests will improve your mobility! The wrong tests will set your feet in cement. "Does this make a rewrite easier?" is a very good, very concrete heuristic for telling the two apart.

Sorry for long-posting, btw. I used this space to work through some hazy ideas and sharpen them for myself, particularly because I'm looking at getting into language design and implementation in the near future. Maybe at some future date, I'll rewrite it shorter and clearer.

TL,DR:

Every LOC you write will probably eventually be disposed or replaced. Optimize for that, and achieve Zen.

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Michael Moore's Substack:

Right now, if you know how to really read the polls, or if you have access to the various private and internal polling being conducted by and shared only amongst the elites, Wall Street, and Members of Congress, then you already know that this election was over weeks ago. Trump simply refused to believe that “Sleepy Joe” was no longer his opponent and that there was instead “some woman” claiming she was “Black” who was now going to pummel him on Election Day. He soon became unhinged, ranted for hours about Hannibal Lecter, Haitians cannibalizing your pets, and a nonstop drone of oral diarrhea spewing misogyny, racism and essentially claiming that if he loses “it will be the Jews’ fault.” 

The vast majority of the country, the normal people, have seen enough and want the clown car to disappear into the MAGA vortex somewhere between reality and Orlando. The swift and explosive momentum for Kamala Harris is unlike anything that’s been seen in decades. Which is why maybe at this point in my rant I just need to say out loud that which is being said to me in private by people I respect — and not just in whispers, but in excited tones of exuberance: That a new era is being born, one where caucasian is just one of the options but no longer the bossy pants of the world. Where it’s OK if you’re missing the lower right quadrant of the second X chromosome thus making it a “y” which means you’re never going to have your own fallopian tubes so just deal with it and keep your hands off the gender who has them. Simple.  An aggregate of top polls as of today shows that Harris will defeat Trump in the Electoral College count by 270 to 268. But I think we need more. We need to ensure that Trump loses in a landslide, with numbers so massive, the likes of which haven’t been seen since the entire country tuned in to watch Geraldo open up Al Capone’s vault. Because that’s the only way to guarantee his permanent removal from the public eye. We should settle for nothing less. 

[...] Since losing the debate to Harris, Trump’s momentum has come to a screeching halt. Even with Vance “winning” the debate on Tuesday night with his “charm,” “civility,” “politeness” and “the“ “Satanic” “laser rays” “shooting” “out” “from” “his” “eyes” “into” “our” “brains,” it did not help change anyone’s mind. Harris continues on her rocket ship, never slowing down and only increasing her popularity each day. Trump’s voting base is now severely depressed and more and more they have that sinking feeling as they realize there is no way now for Trump or the Astros to win. BUT… You and I know that there are always ways for him to win. We just don’t know what they are because we don’t have “666” inscribed on our foreheads in invisible ink. We do know that Trump has a stellar streak of pulling off the impossible — and those who have written him off have more than once lived to see the day where they must eat humble pie. It is never wise to do a victory dance on the two-yard line when Trump is your opponent.  So, each of us must still do our work to get out the vote and, most importantly, make sure Harris has a Democratic House and Senate elected next month to pass her/our legislation next year.

Michael Moore has some astute analysis on who is favored in the 2024 Presidential Elections. Moore is predicting a Kamala Harris victory.

He predicted Biden to win 2020 and Trump to win in 2016.

[film-in-my-soul]

A Well-Ordered Love Story by Dira Sudis (dsudis) / @dsudis

2 Part Series | Rated T-E | Total Words: 8,635

Part 1 Summary: Dream E. tipped well—absurdly well, sometimes, which was probably because Hob actually obeyed all the notes about things like Do not buy apples without sending a picture of them, I will tell you which I want and No other brand is an acceptable substitute on items like Sainsbury's own-brand custard creams. He would order half a dozen of the exact same frozen meal every week for months, then switch to a different one and be just as obsessed with it. There was only one kind of honey he would accept in one size jar. Hob knew probably not only how he took his tea but how many cups of it he drank every day; he was forever forgetting to order teabags and then texting Hob at the last minute to add a box. Hob had taken to adding "Do you need tea?" to the standard "This is Robert G. and I'm shopping your grocery order" text.

Complex Maths by cuubism / @cuubism

6 Part Series | Rated T-E | Total Words: 18,941

Part 1 Summary: Dream is beautiful and brilliant and completely insufferable, and Hob is so into him it hurts.

Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs by Moorishflower / @moorishflower

2 Part Series | Rated E | Total Words: 19,319

Part 1 Summary: You are always welcome," Hob had said, with such warmth in his voice that Dream had listed towards him like a pale fern grown in darkness, starved for the sun. "Any time, day or night. My home is your home." After the Dream Vortex, after Desire, after the Corinthian, Dream is drawn back to warmth, and comfort, and safety, to Hob.

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Part 1 Summary: He will never wake up. “You may stay here, Robert Gadling, or you may leave to the Sunless Lands with my sister.”  Is there really a choice? Would anyone ever choose otherwise? Hob falls to his knees, bows his head, slowly, ever so slowly reaches out his hand and takes the hand of the person before him. No, not a person, he thinks as soon as their skin touch, he must a god. Robert brings his hand to his lips, and places them on his knuckles. It’s a promise, an oath, a declaration. “Allow me to stay, sire.” 

The Wine-Dark Sea (Siren!AU) by Moorishflower / @moorishflower

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Part 1 Summary: Hob Gadling lets his lover practice his needlework on him. He's also been shot three times, which is rather part of it, but a little bit less important at the moment than a creature with tentacles helpfully digging out the bullets and trying to sew him shut again.

Hallmark 'verse by Moorishflower / @moorishflower

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Part 1 Summary: "So, what's the thing that makes you poor company, stranger?" Morpheus opens his mouth -- it is none of your business, my heart is broken, I am contemplating going home and committing suicide because I am clearly and patently not designed to be loved in any meaningful way -- but is interrupted by Hob's cheerful continuation, "Because I've just been dumped by my girlfriend of two years."

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Part 1 Summary: Kids like this don't make themselves. He narrows his eyes and looks at the man, who could probably have him disappeared a dozen ways with nothing but a text, and weighs his options. He can feel Morpheus still shaking and decides - fuck it - and chooses violence. "You can call me Hob, Tim, and all you need to know is your son calls me Daddy, too."

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Part 1 Summary: 'Would that we were married,' Hob thinks unkindly. 'If we were married I could give you a shake and not have to worry about chasing you off for another century.'

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[eclipse-art5024]

gonna be dead ass with y'all,

im in year 10 maths and the one of only things i remember and am good at is geometry.

Like this isnt a fucking joke I'm useless in a maths class room if it isnt + - x , negative numbers or fucking area of shapes 😮‍💨

THERES NO WAY IM GONNA BE ABLE TO BUILD A TRANS UNIVERSAL POLYDIMENSIONAL META VORTEX .

Im sorry Beatrice, plz don't skin me 😞