#Cold light Source

[zekeya86]

Integrated Midecal Endoscopy with Dual-in-One Light Source and Camera. Just need one machine can do two things. 1080p/4k resolution If you are interested in it or want more information. Don't hesitate to contact me.

[hycinthrt]

that one jimin picture but its hyacinthus

[maudiemoods]

Redesigning the ship again and probably not for the last time aaaaa I read some of the feedback and I really took it into consideration!! A bigger ship does seem a lot more necessary, especially with a ton of kids living full time on board! I adjusted the living area so it expands past the original shape of the ship, plus two towers because the one just looked kinda weird and off proportions! I'm also thinking about adding wings or fins to the ship because it seems like it's missing something like that? Idk

Also, little helper guys!! They're extremely easy to assemble and sun and moon or kids can build one for extra/personal help! They work like a hive mind so they're basically sun and moon just small! They can be disconnected from sun and moon and can become their own ai by experiencing their own things! A lot of kinds have personal sun and moons! Even when they are their own ai, sun and moon can still see and hear through them! So I guess they're not as disconnected as I said fjekjdjs also! They can be shut down immediately, no matter how connected to sun and moon they are! But they only do that if they step wayyy out of line, which doesn't happen often!

It takes a lot of energy to keep the little guys around! So when they're knocked out of orbit, they eventually all have to be shut down. Sun and moon will be completely alone for a long time before y/n find them

[mothmvn]

the frames make these look like hypothetical magic paintings, huh?

[hirazuki]

For @melkors-defense-attorney

This was the first and last time Mairon ever let him hold court in the traditional fashion. Everything from there on out was communicated through detailed written reports, directly on Mairon's desk XD

[montydrawsstuff]

some espio for a second lighting study

once again pick yo fave

[smute]

im seeing a lot of posts about seasonal depression recommending vitamin d supplements and thats great and all but...

1. it's normal to feel a little gloomy in the winter. unless it affects your daily life, you dont have seasonal depression, you have the winter blues. if it does affect your daily life, please see a doctor. seasonal depression/SAD/MDD with seasonal pattern can be treated very effectively with antidepressants or light therapy (see below)

2. while there is a link between depression (particularly postpartum) and vitamin d deficiency, the effectiveness of vitamin d supplements as a treatment has not been conclusively proven.

3. even if you do suffer from seasonal depression, there's a good chance that your vitamin d levels are fine. if you regularly spend a decent amount of time outdoors during the summer months (mar-oct) when there is enough natural ultraviolet light available in latitudes like europe and north america for your body to synthesize its own vitamin d, you probably have enough stored in your fat cells to make it through the darker half of the year. if you live south of the 35th parallel you're making vitamin d year round.

supplements can't hurt (technically, excess levels of vitamin d can be toxic, but even with supplements you're unlikely to poison yourself) but, once again, my point is: even if you have a vitamin d deficiency, it's not necessarily connected to your seasonal depression, and even if there is a connection, it's not necessarily causal.

something super straightforward that is actually proven to work is light therapy, especially when its done early in the morning. it tackles a root cause (lack of daylight) and can help balance your circadian rhythm and your melatonin/serotonin production. it doesn't require a prescription (it's a lamp), you don't have to see a doctor in order to try it (it's a lamp), it's non-invasive (it's a lamp) and accessible (it's a lamp), and it has very few side effects (mostly stuff like eye strain or headaches since, again, it's a lamp). this is my second winter with a light therapy lamp and i have noticed a significant improvement not just in my overall mood but especially in my alertness and energy levels. so yeah. just putting that out there

[resolutepath]

[ pat, for achi ] ❝ every time you smile at me, i memorize it. i remember each moment that i get to be the one to bring out that light inside you. no matter what happens between us, that’s what i’ll remember. ❞

@caemthe

Oh how Patroclus' words reduce his chest to the flutter of wing beats, cheeks flushed with a gentle bloom of pink, eyes softening with the adoration he holds. Here, Achilles lays down his spear a while and becomes the man nor the warrior for the time. His calloused hands seek his lover, one hand coming to cup his cheek, thumb brushing tenderly over his lips, tugging ever so gently, before it slips backwards, cradling him reverently.

"The light is yours, these moments ours. There is no one else I could share them with, no one else I'd want to. I am yours in perpetuity, have you not realised that?" The laughter that flutters off his lips is light and gentle, and he leans in to claim a soft kiss ignoring the sensation beneath the words, pushing it down. There's something about them that feels like a goodbye, but - he reasons with himself - perhaps it is just the fear of the battle. The knowing that each day they go to fight may be their last. Not if he can help it, he'd tear the world asunder if it meant coming back home.

He barely parts from Patroclus' lips before he claims another fleeting thing, chaste but no less full of love, something adoring to hook the other in and draw him from his devoted words and the way he made him warm with the unabashed way he speaks, leaving him breathless. Slowly he lowers himself backwards, shifting away with the hint of a smile upon his lips, fingertips skating across Patroclus' cheek then down his chest.

"Come, lay with me, if you so wish it. Whatever you want, I am yours. Tomorrow the world can have me back, the war can make use of me, but tonight, here it is only your words that I care for, you that I crave..." His boldness shines through despite the pink flush that shines through, the brattish attitude he often carries letting him speak as he desires. In truth he simply wants Patroclus to distract himself, to shut out the world around them for this little pocket of time they can claim as their own. Who knows when they will find it again.

[dndspellgifs]

Moonlight Ray

3rd level evocation

Divine, Primal

(pathfinder 2e)

we are all going to be ookay some day i promise

stingray blast

[darthteeth]

URGENT!!!Help Abdul Salam Al-Anqar and his family get through this war in Gaza!!!

(URGENT) THEY ARE AT €3,445 OUT OF €50,000 GOAL

I was asked by @nader5555 to make this, if u cannot donate please please share this post. Copy pasted from a message i was sent:

"Only a Few Hours Left Before We Enter Our First Year of War, Genocide, Starvation, and Displacement A Final Plea from the Heart of Hell: Save Us Before Hope Dies 💔🔥 I am Abdel Salam, and I have nothing left but words written by a trembling hand ✍️. The war has not only destroyed our lives; it has taken everything from us. Our home, which was once our refuge, is now a pile of rubble 🏚️.

My car, my only source of livelihood, was destroyed in a sudden strike 🚗, and the work that sustained us is now a distant memory 💼. Today, I live in an endless nightmare. Under a sun that burns everything in its path 🌞🔥, my family and I sit in a worn-out tent, a tent that shields us neither from the summer heat nor the winter cold ❄️. Insects 🦟 invade the place, diseases consume our bodies 🩺, and my younger siblings cry from hunger and thirst 🍞💧. We have no clean water or a crumb of bread to ease our hunger. Each passing day deepens the weight of this hell we live in.

My Daughter Eman is Dying from Malnutrition 😨 My daughter Eman suffers from malnutrition; I have nothing to feed or treat her with. The deterioration of her health is killing me slowly. Every glance in her eyes, every pain she endures, crushes my heart 💔. How can I explain to her that what was once our hope has now turned into nothing but a mirage? The Night Only Adds to Our Pain 🌙 The night does not bring us rest; it only adds to our pain. We sleep on hard ground, feeling the cold in every bone of our bodies 🥶, with nothing but pieces of cardboard �� to cover us. My wife Aya cries in silence 🥺 as she watches our daughter’s future fade before her eyes. My mother Eman suffers from illness and needs urgent medical care 🩺💊.

My Father Ahmed is Sick with Cancer and Needs Emergency Treatment My father Ahmed, who is sick with cancer, needs emergency treatment outside Gaza, and the cost of his treatment is at least $10,000, not including accommodation. As he suffers from severe pain, I cannot provide the treatment he needs due to our dire situation.

My Siblings Are in Constant Suffering ⚰️ My brother Omar was unable to continue his studies due to the situation. My brother Nader could not take his high school exams, and my younger brother Mohammad suffers from brittle bones and needs treatment we cannot afford. Every day we live brings us one step closer to the end. Death surrounds us from every side: if not from hunger 🍽️, then from illness 🦠. And if not from illness, then from the despair that devours our souls. Where is Humanity? Where is the World? 🌍💔 We want to leave the devastated Gaza Strip to escape the machinery of destruction and killing and the severity of hunger and poverty. The cost of travel for each person is $5,000, and we are a family of seven members, bringing the total cost to $35,000.

Where are the compassionate hearts? Are you waiting for us to disappear into the depths of this suffering? Are you waiting until death takes us before you act? We are drowning, and we don’t have enough strength to scream for help 🆘. Will you let this cry go unanswered? 😭 Your donation today is our last thread of hope. With the little support I received, I was able to buy a simple phone 📱 to reach out to you. But the bitter truth is that what I and my family need is much greater. We are not asking for much; just enough to save our lives from this hell 🔥. Every donation, no matter how small, could be the difference between life and death for us 👐. Don’t Let Us Disappear in the Darkness of Suffering 🌑 Don’t let our story end here. Be the light that guides us to salvation 🕯️✨.

With every tear, with every pain, I write this final plea to you, Abdel Salam."

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From the comment section:

[wintersolsticestar]

[be-good-to-bugs]

being too tired to do anything but not tired enough to sleep is so mean

[sukunasweetheart]

Sukuna, a middle aged man jaded by the harsh realities of his life. He steps outside for a smoke nearby a convenience store, completely bored out of his mind.

A lady is handing out flyers nearby, although nobody is bothering to look her way, including sukuna himself.

You approach the man who's getting irritated by the lighter that refuses to work in his hand.

"Hello there, sir. Would you be interested in taking up classes for arts and craft?" You offer the cute flyer up.

Sukuna scoffs. Is she serious?

"No thanks."

"Are you sure? You look like you could use a bit more colour in your life."

He's too exhausted at this point to get angry at a random woman on the street.

"...You're not too far off, i suppose," sukuna mutters, still trying to get the spark to stay on his lighter. "Even so, I'm not interested in the likes of arts and craft. Do i look like a child to you?"

You withdraw your offer of your flyer, and inspect him for a moment.

"Arts and craft can be enjoyed by anyone, regardless of age. But moving past that... you seem a bit down. If you'd like to confide in a stranger for a night, I'm happy to listen."

What a strange, persistent woman. Sukuna gives up on his lighter, and takes out the unlit cigarette in his mouth to think back for a moment. One thing does come to mind.

"I'm not feeling down. But i remembered something, now that i think about it..." he confesses, feeling weirdly compelled to tell you about it.

"Today is supposed to be my birthday."

Birthdays have never been special to him. Nobody celebrated his birth as a child, and in turn, he's never paid attention to the birthdays of others.

"Oh, happy birthday. Are you doing anything special for yourself today?"

"No. I've never cared for birthdays. And I'm getting too old for that anyway."

"Well, that won't do... Hold on for a second."

Puzzled, sukuna looks back at you but you've already gone inside the convenience store. Whatever you're up to now, couldn't possibly be more enticing than getting in a proper smoke right now. Sukuna begins to zone out.

He only snaps out of it when something mildly cold grazes past his cheek, leaving a ticklish and moist sensation on his skin as it disappears upon impact.

Bubbles. Bubbles are flying past him, and floating away into the sky.

For a moment, he gets mesmerised by the swirl of colours that are harboured in each one. Even just from the light of this dingy street, they fly up while holding a multitude of different colours inside them. Time seems to slow for a split second, and he doesn't understand why.

His gaze follows the trail to identify it's source. And unsurprisingly, it's you, standing behind him. You blow a couple more out, and then grin at him childishly. He finally looks at your face properly for the first time.

"Birthday bubbles. For the birthday man," you chuckle sheepishly, knowing that you probably look a bit silly right now. You put the bubble wand back into the small bottle of the soapy mixture, and screw it tightly.

"Here, you can have it. Next time you're feeling a bit antsy, why don't you try blowing some yourself? They're pretty, aren't they?"

You also hand him a different small item.

"And i also threw in a little something else, while i was at it."

He looks down, and sees that it's a new lighter. He slowly pulls his hand out of his pocket to take both of them from your hands.

"I hope you get to do something more special next year. Birthdays are supposed to be joyful, after all," you comment.

"Thanks for putting up with my nosiness. Farewell."

And then you leave him after a quick wave.

Sukuna stares wordlessly as you walk off, wondering what to name this ticklish feeling rising in the pit of his stomach.

The small bottle in his palm reminds him of a moment in his childhood. Kids in the park bragging about their bubble wands that were gifted to them. the laughs that resounded as they all ran off to catch the fragile spheres as they blew away in the wind. The tiny feelings of envy in his heart.

The item he tucks away into his pocket is the lighter. And when nobody is watching, he blows a couple more bubbles into the night sky.

-

Every time he passes by that convenience store, the thought of you comes to his mind. A flashback of your smile in the back of his mind. Every so often, he comes to this particular store. Despite having closer options, he comes to this specific one.

At times, sukuna regrets not taking one of the flyers that you were handing out. He wouldn't have had to mope around a convenience store in hopes of running into you again.

Today is a rainy day, and this calls for a hot piping cup of instant ramen. He doesn't usually enjoy convenience store food, but he wants a reason to stay around inside for a bit longer.

He needs to wait five minutes for the noodles to soften. In this time, he stares out the glass frame of the store, and watches the various rows of people walking past with their umbrellas opened.

There appears to be one anomaly in the crowd, however. Running without shelter from the rain, clutching her bag as if it contains something important in there. Sukuna realises that it's you.

Forgetting about his instant ramen, sukuna grabs his umbrella and dashes out the door.

You're mildly panicking about being stuck behind the red light at the zebra crossing without anything to save you from the rain, but the sensation of the droplets hitting your body come to a stop all too suddenly.

You look up, and there's a black umbrella sheltering you, big and strong looking. You spin around and recognise the stranger with pink hair and sharp eyes. Seemingly out of breath.

He signals to the light that has now turned green behind you, and ushers you forward to cross the road before you can say anything to him.

Now safely on the other side of the road, you begin to converse with him.

"It's you! Hello. Thank you for sheltering me. How have you been?"

"... So-so. Nothing's changed since the last time we met."

"I see. You look better than last time, though." You get the feeling that his eyes have a little more light in them.

Sukuna doesn't really get what you mean, but he moves on.

"What’s in your bag that's so important for you to be protecting it like that?" He asks, effectively changing the topic.

"Oh, this? I literally just bought some brand new origami paper... i can't risk getting them wet and unusable. The children would be disappointed."

"Origami, huh? How original."

"Hey! That's not all... there's a lot of options i offer them. They voted on origami this time."

"You got a lot of people signed up?"

"Not really... but I'm sure it'll start picking up soon. Slowly, one at a time."

You smile up at him hopefully.

"...is the offer still open?"

You cock your head to the side slightly, confused. Sukuna grits his teeth, feeling a little bashful about having to ask more specifically.

"You know. Lessons for grown adults."

"Oh! Of course, anytime! Would you like to come sign up today?"

"Do you offer one-on-one sessions too?"

"Yes, I do."

"Alright. Let’s go."

Sukuna can't fathom the words that are coming out of his own mouth. But fuck it, what's the worst that could happen? You've somehow intriged him, and he can't think of a better way to approach you.

You chatter his ears off along the way, and he nods along while his shoulder gets wet from the way he leans his umbrella closer to your side.

[purbiworl]

im going to fucking strangle this streaming site

[ahmedfreepalestine]

Urgent call for help please💔🍉

Hello, I am Ahmed, a Palestinian from the besieged northern Gaza Strip. I came today to ask for help to rebuild my destroyed home and my completely lost source of income. I am also looking for safety at this time due to the ongoing brutal bombing and inhumane conditions that people in Gaza are suffering from. Given the costs of war, Ahmed is asking for support on this journey.

Please read directly from Ahmed:

I am Ahmed,. I have been in Egypt for a week before the war. I was going to work and I could not return to my family because of the war and the siege imposed on us. I created this account to help myself and my family manage our affairs in light of this brutal war. We are living events that resemble a nightmare.

We are trying to live in harsh and difficult conditions under brutal and violent bombing and the harsh cold atmosphere under the shade of a nylon tent that does not protect us from the bitter cold atmosphere.

We are trying to raise money so that I can rebuild our lives and build my home and my only source of livelihood and the shoe store that I lost completely in Gaza.

So that I can meet the basic needs and requirements of life.

I ask you to support me so that I can get my family out of Gaza. The registration and exit fees are very expensive, and our loss of everything has prevented this. The children have lost the ability and desire to speak. They suffer from hunger and fear.

We are living in difficult conditions, we do not have food and clean water, our children are suffering, I need your support to work to save us from the exhausting hell of war, we have lost all the necessities of life, we need a lot to be able to live with this disaster, your support will contribute to alleviating our suffering. Thank you in advance for everything.

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