#AWS benefits

[vastedge330]

Uncover the benefits and limitations of AWS as a cloud platform. This complete guide examines its key features, cost structure, scalability, and potential drawbacks to help you make an informed decision for your cloud infrastructure.

[coldninjaruins-blog]

“Sometimes when you're different you feel like a mistake”

They're gonna be friends btw

[l3irdl3rain]

How did you deal with Chloe’s death? If I came home and found my cat already dead I would be absolutely RUINED.

I did not handle it well, anon! I can promise you that. It was as unexpected as it could be considering her age / health. I had a lot of scares with her over the years but she was actually doing pretty well at the time she died. It was also made worse by the fact that she was literally right inside the front door. We're talking one more step and I would have stepped on her.

But as awful as it is to find your cat deceased there's also some benefits. You don't have to make the decision for them. And there's no final vet visit, they get to go in the comfort of their own home and on their own time.

[abyssaldyke]

As a frequent club goer I'm really enjoying the rise of "she should be at the club" it's like touch grass for people who fuck

[weirdstrangeandawful]

Canadians! We've got some democracy to engage in!

Some context: the House of Commons electronic petition signing service has been around since about 2015. Each petition is supported by an MP who will bring them to the House of Commons (when they are sitting). Right now there are a few important ones to sign and follow:

e-5345 to refuse Donald Trump entry into Canada until he stops making threats and actions against our well-being (26295 signatures at time of writing)

e-5353 to revoke Elon Musk's Canadian citizenship -- this cannot actually happen but the number of signatures on this one is already attracting the attention of people in power which is just as important (285362 signatures at time of writing)

e-5359 to stop using X (formerly Twitter) for government communications given its current state (13260 signatures at time of writing)

e-5340 to raise the Canada Disability Benefit to $2000 per month -- what Canada recognised during the height of the COVID-19 lockdowns as the bare minimum needed to survive (1741 signatures at time of writing)

e-5140 to sign and comit to ratifying the Treaty on the Prohibition of Nuclear Weapons and take other necessary steps toward nuclear disarmament (142 signatures at time of writing)

I also encourage you to read through the list of HoC petitions open for signature and sign those that speak to you as there are a lot of good ones in there.

[myokk]

before it felt like a sin, ch. 3

ch.1, ch.2

pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

word count: 2300

summary: Eloise never wanted to be different.

And yet, her differences are what have defined her life up until this point: growing up as a squib in one of the most prominent wizarding families, being exiled to muggle society, and then attending Hogwarts at the age of sixteen.

She finds herself thrust into the life she should have been prepared for from birth but was denied. As she navigates this new life and her new precarious position in her family, she must come to terms with the fact that maybe what she dreamed of her whole life isn't turning out how she ever expected it would.

a/n: this is how I wish the duel could have gone in the game...😇🙏

I also want to reiterate that this fic is REALLY CANON DIVERGENT!!!!! I will NOT be following the game’s plot at all really with this (it really starts to diverge around chapter 6/7 maybe I don’t remember), and I don’t see Eloise as the game’s MC either.

Eloise was being woken up altogether too soon for her tastes. Something soft was hit her face, and she sat up groggily, pushing it away. She blinked as she looked around, not recognizing her surroundings. It was disorienting not knowing where she was, although, as she rubbed her eyes, it was slowly starting to come back to her…Something happened yesterday, she thought. I…

“Come on, sleepyhead!” exclaimed Imelda, throwing more clothes on top of Eloise. “The house elves left these last night at the foot of your bed while we were sleeping. If you don’t hurry up, there won’t be any more food left for breakfast. And, you know that the first day of classes is the most important…”

As she continued rambling on, Eloise got up and started putting on her school robes. A dark grey tartan skirt with dark green and silver stripes, a cream button-up with puffy sleeves that she tucked into the skirt, a black ribbon to tie around her neck, and her Slytherin robes on top. She didn’t know how to feel about the day that was ahead of her; she felt a strange mixture of elation and apprehension.

“…you’re taking too long. I’ll wait for you in the common room,” Imelda concluded, giving Eloise one last look before striding out of their dormitory. All of the other girls had already gotten ready and left for the morning, which wasn’t really a surprise to Eloise. As soon as her head hit the pillow the second time, she had fallen into a deep sleep and hadn’t heard the bustle of the girls preparing themselves for the day.

She finished lacing up her boots, and after one last glance in the mirror to make sure nothing was out of place, headed out to find Imelda.

When Eloise walked into the atrium, she was struck by how different it felt in the morning. It was truly as beautiful now as it had been eerily peaceful the night before. Once again, light piano music playing in the background - Eloise smiled to herself, recognizing the Gymnopédies by Satie. Her piano lessons had been the only bearable classes at the muggle school, and she had excelled at the instrument, often practicing during her free time.

The piano music blended in with the murmurs of students standing or sitting in small groups around various tables filled with breakfast foods and scrolls of parchment. The greens and blues coming through the windows felt refreshing, and the whole room was glimmering under the reflections of the water playing across various surfaces. She could see plants swaying under the water, with schools of fish weaving between them. It felt…magical.

Eloise’s eyes were drawn to Ominis and she started walking to him, standing by the same window where they had been sitting earlier. Instead of being in shadow, however, he was now illuminated by the rays of sun shining through the water. He was smirking to himself as he listened to the two first-years next to him. As she got closer to them, Eloise heard them speculating about the possibility that they would get to see a mermaid.

“Oh! I think I just saw one!” one shouted at his friend, pointing out the window. “Oh, wait…it was just algae.”

Eloise walked up to Ominis, smiling despite herself. 

“Is this your idea of a good time?” she asked him, while he was simultaneously asking her how she had slept. They both paused as soon as they heard the other start talking, and then both started speaking at the same time after an awkward pause.

“Oh…I’m sorry. I…I slept well,” Eloise said, blushing. “And you?”

“As well as I ever do,” he replied. She noticed that the dark circles under his eyes were still very prominent, although they didn’t look eerie in the morning light. He indicated the first-years with a jerk of his head, changing the topic. “I doubt mermaids find us that interesting. I rather think they purposefully avoid our common room so as to not be treated like creatures in an aquarium.”

Eloise laughed at that and tilted her head playfully. “And just where did those two even get the idea that they might see a mermaid?”

“That, my dear, is a mystery. I surely have never seen one before,” Ominis said, standing up straight and taking his wand out. “I have been hearing a lot of chatter about you this morning, you know. It seems like reality has been mixed with fantasy in the tales of your journey here, and nobody knows the full truth.”

“Except for you,” Eloise pointed out, stepping into place next to him as they walked through the common room. She spotted Imelda, supervising some students playing chess and instructing them on the moves they should be doing. Imelda looked up and saw Eloise, and interrupted her own advice mid sentence.

“Eloise!!” Imelda bellowed as she practically ran across the room. Was this girl ever not purposeful in everything she did? The students around them looked up from what they were doing to watch her, and maybe get the chance to hear a first-hand account of what actually happened to Eloise. “Why didn’t you tell me that you were attacked by a dragon last night?”

“Oh, er…” Eloise couldn’t figure out how to respond to the other girl. Imelda didn’t seem worried or scared about what Eloise had gone through the previous day; rather, she seemed indignant that she hadn’t been told about the attack. Beside them, Ominis was laughing.

“It must have been terribly exciting,” Imelda went on, ignoring any response Eloise may have started giving. “A real dragon and all. I wish I was with you guys, I’ve actually prepared for what I would do in that very situation. I would definitely have diverted its attention away from you on my broomstick, and actually the best strategy would have been to…”

“I doubt you really would have been able to do anything,” Eloise interrupted. “It was terribly frightening, but at the same time the whole thing was over so quickly that I haven’t had time to process it yet.”

“Well, you can tell me about it on the way to breakfast. Maybe once you learn how to ride a broom, we can practice what to do together. You have first-hand experience, after all!” Imelda looped her arm through Eloise’s. She shot a look to Ominis. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’m taking her now. We have a long day ahead of us, lots to do you know. The usual. Anyway, Sebastian’s coming over so it’s not like I’m leaving you completely alone.”

Before Eloise could even react, she was being marched up the spiral staircase that led out of the Slytherin common room and they were off to breakfast.

“Duelists, take your mark,” Professor Hecat said to the two students standing on top of the platform in the middle of the room. The duelists in question looked at each other warily, steadying their wands. Eloise was exhilarated. This was the type of class she had been daydreaming about while she sat wasting her time embroidering landscapes.

Professor Hecat hadn’t wasted any time putting the students to work. Although at first, many of them had scoffed at the thought of Leviosa being a useful spell in combat, Eloise listened attentively and focused on the correct wand movements. Maybe it didn’t actually matter, but she was determined to make sure that nobody would think that she didn’t deserve to be there. She had a lot of catching up to do, but between the books Professor Fig had given her and the knowledge she retained from reading from her family’s library as a child, she already knew a lot. She was quite pleased when the feather levitated as soon as she said the incantation, as there were other students who struggled to get theirs to even twitch in an upward direction.

Now, Eloise gripped her wand tightly in her hand, shifting a bit as she stared Sebastian in the eyes. He had said that she would get ‘a proper Hogwarts welcome’ and she was looking forward to it.

If the rumors she had heard before class were true, Sebastian was the best duelist in their year, and quite possibly at Hogwarts. Although she felt a little apprehensive at the thought of facing him, she hoped that he wouldn’t hold back on her just because she was new. Even if she had fought the guardians yesterday in Gringotts, she wanted to prove to herself that she could keep her wits about her in the heat of battle. 

Maybe her stance was a little too stiff, her movements too by the book. But that could only be changed with experience.

Sebastian smirked slightly to himself, no doubt thinking that this would be an easy victory. In the background, Eloise heard Professor Hecat say they could begin, but she was more focused on her opponent’s face. As soon as she saw him raise his wand and begin to open his mouth, she shouted “Protego!” and the shield blocked the spell he attempted to send shooting her way. His eyebrows raised in surprise - apparently he hadn’t been expecting her fast reflexes.

Quick as a whip, she shouted out “Levioso” and Sebastian was in the air. She hit him with a few more curses before he fell to the ground, breathing heavily. He pushed himself up quickly and went back into position. Wand out, now more wary of her capabilities. He blocked her next attack and went in for one of his own, which hit her shoulder. Eloise hissed in pain and immediately shot out a volley of quick jabs in his direction, a few hitting their mark before he put up a shield.

Sebastian was grinning as they circled each other, looking for an opening. The rest of the class surrounded the platform they were on, cheering them on. Both continued to attack and put up shields, without any clear winner in sight. It was obvious that they were very evenly matched.

“I’m pleasantly surprised,” he said as they were catching their breath between attacks. “I haven’t had a fight this good in a long time.”

Eloise just grinned in response, before shooting off another spell in his direction. It was expertly blocked with a flick of Sebastian’s wrist; in response he volleyed off a jinx towards her.

Eloise crumpled to the ground, yelping as she grabbed her ankle. Sebastian was immediately at her side, crouching down and looking at her with concern.

“Eloise? Are you okay?” He looked down at her ankle and then abruptly looked up and back at her face, a faint pink redness dusting his cheeks. He may have been dueling her, but it was distinctly different to be so close to her like this.

In response, Eloise grinned mischievously and quickly levitated him off the ground, getting to her feet at the same time. With a few quick curses sent his way, soon Sebastian was lying sprawled on the ground outside of the little arena Professor Hecat had erected.

“Not fair,” Sebastian exclaimed, rushing to his feet. He looked at Professor Hecat, who was looking between the two with a pleased smile.

Eloise smirked at him, only responding with, “Slytherin.”

Sebastian laughed and ran his fingers through his hair, making his brown curls even unrulier than they had become in their duel. He held his hand out to her and she shook it formally. “Good duel. You can definitely hold your own and I won’t underestimate you again.”

Professor Hecat clapped her hands together to get the attention of the class. “I hope you all paid attention to these two. Ten points to Slytherin for an excellent demonstration of what we learned today. On Wednesday, we will continue with practical application of the techniques learned during this class. I expect to see flawless wand work and concentration. I demand excellence from my students as I know you are all capable of achieving it. Class dismissed.”

As Eloise was gathering up her things, Sebastian sidled up to her. “Really, that was quite impressive. You seemed stiff at first, but it would seem you have fought before. You definitely give as good as you get.”

Eloise blushed and tucked some strands of hair that had come undone behind her ear. “Well, really, I had only read about the techniques before. Haven’t really had much time to put all of that theory to use yet.” She smiled shyly ad Sebastian, who was looking at her with his jaw open. “You fight really well, too. I had to use all of my focus. It’s kind of exhausting, actually.”

“But exhilarating, right?” Sebastian asked eagerly. The two of them started to head out of the classroom together, dwindling behind the rest of the students. Entirely absorbed by their conversation. “Everything else goes out of focus and the only thing in the world is you and your opponent.”

“Yes! Exactly that,” exclaimed Eloise. “I’ve never experienced anything like it.”

“Well,” Sebastian said slowly, dragging the word out as he thought. “You know, there might be a way. To continue. I normally would never do this, but…you know…”

“Know what?” Eloise prompted as Sebastian trailed off.

“You’re a really good duelist. Intuitive. There’s a certain exclusive club of sorts, one that may or may not be unsanctioned, where you can continue to hone your dueling abilities.”

“Exclusive and unsanctioned?” Eloise asked with a smirk. “You can count me in.”

“Excellent,” Sebastian replied, smiling broadly. “Sometimes, to make the most out of your experience at Hogwarts, you need to bend certain rules. They’re more like guidelines, anyway.”

“Merlin, Sebastian,” said Imelda, walking up to them and crossing her arms. “Don’t let yourself fall into any of his schemes. That boy is in detention practically every other day.”

“Or maybe,” Eloise said, “he’s just not good enough at avoiding getting caught. I, on the other hand… Come on, Imelda. Let’s go to lunch.”

She laughed as they walked away, leaving behind a dumbstruck Sebastian. He shook his head in disbelief and headed off to his next class.

next chapter

[roaldamundsen]

yes joan is awful and loch henry were good. overall I really enjoyed this season. but in my opinion netflix absolutely takes the piss whenever it acts all "uwu we're self aware look how creepy hegemonic, data hoarding streaming platforms and their overbearing tailored content are!! follow us on twitter for more quirky meta social commentary!!"

[detective-kisser]

I think my personal fav SaiOu HC is that they had a genuine friends w/ benefits relationship before dating. Like-

HEAR ME OUT PLEASE (NSFW WARNING KINDA)

Both of them enjoy flirtatious banter (kokichi more than shuichi but yk) imagine how easily it’d be for both of them to get too caught up in each other they kinda blur the friendship/relationship line. Like yeah. Friends don’t typical fool around still clothed but they didn’t kiss!!!! So its fine!!!

It’s something thats so canon in my brain. You cannot tell me these two idiots didn’t have something going on post/in game.

[purposeful-flop]

bluntly cheating at your home world championship i have no words

[jellogram]

Remember how "Karen" used to mean "suburban white lady who calls the cops on black men" and then like almost immediately it morphed into "the customer is always wrong and asking for a manager or requesting a refund makes you an entitled brat" with a side dose of "rude and angry women are the worst humans on earth."

Criticizing white women for weaponizing the police against black people? Not interesting enough apparently. But loving capitalism and hating angry women? Hell yeah let's have 10,000 viral videos that's the good shit right there. That woman being a bitch in a starbucks is worse than Hitler and we should doxx her children

[herabidingmemory]

she wanna get in my trousers but i

[coldgoldlazarus]

I think every media series needs at least one genuinely catastrophically dogshit awful entry, ideally from the original creater or creators, in there for the health of its fandom.

1: It acts as a hate sink outlet that might otherwise go towards less deserving entries or stupid inter-fandom drama.

2: It's humbling, and helps put things into perspective. Yes this series is good and there are lots of reasons to love it, but nothing is perfect or immune to failure. Yes the creator has done good work but they are still human and not immune to failure. (Though this one can sometimes fail and lead to someone getting a lot of vitriol they don't deserve, especially if they're a new creator taking over from the original.) Yes these other controversial entries have their own problems, but at least they aren't this one, and maybe we should give them a reevaluation in light of that.

3: It can reveal some pre-existing issues in the series that may not have been as obvious before. Like yes this terrible entry did this really bad thing, but if we really think about it, even some of the really good ones also had some of this going on, and maybe we should give them a reevaluation in light of that.

4: It can inspire deeper critical discussion of what went wrong, why, and analysis of not just what made it bad, but if and how it could be fixed. (Also a potential failure point depending on the dispositions of those leading such discussions, and usually a decent chronological distance from the initial release helps cooler heads prevail.)

5: It puts creative power in the fandom's hands, leveling the playing field and discouraging upholding of an Auteur mythos around the original creator. Especially in conjunction with Point #4 it can be a powerful source of "Fine, I'll do it myself" motivation to be creative.

[hopecomesbacktolife]

thinking of rereading the entirety of HoME again. for my health

[yakketymax]

if they're from the right main 7, perhaps funnel and poppy? :eyes:

Imagine that I'm doing the evil laugh from Welcome To The Internet right here for me okay

Funnel and Poppy have the most changes in their relationship from my original plan when I was younger. Their personalities and stories were rewritten and fleshed out and as a result, so was their dynamic.

Poppy and Funnel do not like each other. They do not hate each other and are tolerant of each other in different ways, but they do not like each other. When Poppy returned to the circus- now the last performer to join it rather than the first -it was to see if Funnel was still The Ringmaster and prove that they could never be more than that (as some strange form of closure), that the carnie was just waiting to use and abuse the folks working here. Funnel, who just wasn't the person Poppy thought they were no matter how much he wanted them to be, offered up a job and a deal to Poppy- that deal being that Poppy could exploit their money and time for whatever he wanted, as compensation for what they put him through years ago. Both jumping at the chance for personal gain and wanting to see where this whole "I'm a changed person" shenanigan was going, Poppy accepted.

While Poppy keeps an eye on Funnel and is intrusive to their life on purpose, Funnel is relatively indifferent to Poppy's existence, but still finding him just a little more obnoxious than they remember. They honestly don't care a lot about what Poppy does with their money and time (with a couple of exceptions) and mostly carries on with their life without really talking to him unless it's necessary. They understand why he's upset and don't invalidate his feelings about what they put him through as The Ringmaster, but in doing so, Funnel never really thinks about Poppy's feelings. They just give him whatever he wants because they think that's what helps him and they don't like or care about him enough to want to talk about it. They don't use their money for much more than necessities and they're usually at home, so if he summons them up for something, they probably weren't doing anything anyway. They're almost avoidant of him beyond being his boss because they, despite wanting him to feel better, think he's annoying.

In present day, years after this deal has been set in place, Poppy no longer cares that much about what happened with him and The Ringmaster, he even straight up admits that it's not the worst thing that had ever happened to him while he was living on the streets. He admires Funnel now and thinks that their continued efforts and commitments to changing for the better for so many years are inspiring and, much like everyone that comes to this circus, has a rekindled love for performing because seeing how much Funnel loves it for real made him realize how fun it really can be. And you would think that, since Poppy has kind of let the situation go and has seen that Funnel really has changed for the better, he would cut the deal as well and just work at the circus like normal, right? Of course not! You think he'd let a gig like this get away? You're crazy. He doesn't have to keep this up but by god he's going to.

You see, Poppy refuses to outwardly acknowledge that Funnel has changed and continues to do so because, now, he's afraid of their new dynamic changing. He's afraid of having to admit that he's holding onto something he let of a long time ago for the sake of personal gain. He knows Funnel is changed. He knows Funnel isn't going to hurt anyone. He knows he doesn't care about their past anymore.

But he can't let Funnel know that. He can't lose this.

Despite having anything he wants, Poppy still wants everything he can get.

[quietwingsinthesky]

Hot new pieces of eden just discovered: fidget spinner, flash light, mug that keeps your drink warm, iPad with a dead battery, RC isu helicopter, animitronic from a children's party entertainment place (suspiciously sentient), the Canon isu infinite food despenser in the grand temple (it seems to make Goo? Shaun doesn't like it)

i need an assassin’s creed game fully centered around a fight over some completely useless shit. i want to watch a character lose everything in their struggle to kill all the templars who might get to it first. and then for it to just be a mug that keeps everything in it kind of warm.

and im saying that and it sounds like a meme. i don’t mean it as such! i’m being completely serious! i think it would do a great service to the series sense of power scaling and to underscoring just how fucking tragic this fight for these artifacts is if a bunch of people have to die to get their hands on this fabled item. only for it to be bullshit. not important tech, not a weapon, just a lucky mugwarmer that one of the isu used for their coffee thousands of years ago that managed to survive. value and myth placed on it to the point of being worth killing for simply by virtue of being from those who came before.

it’s both weirdly humanizing of this culture. because they were fucked and we know they were, but they still lived, so they still probably had useless shit like mugwarmers and fidget spinners. and it’s tragic. because it gives us a new way of looking at the pieces of eden. it’s always been a tragedy that the war for them ruins lives, but it’s always been framed as worth it in the end, because the pieces ARE important, ARE powerful, ARE valuable. so what if it’s not. because before someone actually gets their hand on it and uses it, no one could know what it does, just that it’s isu tech and therefore maybe it’s the key to the next century of this conflict. what if it’s not. what if we get to follow an assassin who didn’t get lucky and who ended up losing friends and family to get their hands on a mugwarmer.

it’s kind of a downer ending but idk, it’s been a long series. i feel like it’s about time to have another downer ending. just to keep things fresh. and so that the isu tech in the games doesn’t have to keep one-upping itself. reset our expectations a little? if that makes sense.

[lunar-years]

I’m at the point in writing Jamie-Father fic where I have to actually write from Jamie’s pov the canonical scene in the series finale where he’s happily smiling over photos with his father whilst visiting him at rehab and uhhhhhh. I’m struggling!!