#Fare Matrix

[platedelights]

MSLI fare schedule

Here is the fare schedule of Montenegro Shipping Lines, Inc. for its Calapan City – Batangas City, Roxas (Oriental Mindoro) – Caticlan (Malay, Aklan), and Dumangas, Iloilo – Bacolod City routes. The schedule includes passengers and vehicles fare. Drivers & Helpers The driver is free of charge * Driver and 2 helpers are free of charge** BATANGAS CITY – CALAPAN CITY (Oriental Mindoro,…

[puntomindoro]

MSLI fare schedule

Here is the fare schedule of Montenegro Shipping Lines, Inc. for its Calapan City – Batangas City, Roxas (Oriental Mindoro) – Caticlan (Malay, Aklan), and Dumangas, Iloilo – Bacolod City routes. The schedule includes passengers and vehicles fare. Drivers & Helpers The driver is free of charge * Driver and 2 helpers are free of charge** BATANGAS CITY – CALAPAN CITY (Oriental Mindoro,…

[simpingforbots]

What if human ended up in Transformers One universe before and as the story unfolds.

PART ONE

Sentinel Prime

When Sentinel Prime first saw you he was disgusted. You were still on surface, running amuck with those dears, trying to survive and hide from Quintessons the best you can. Of course he first though was to just kill you, yet seeing how small, week and fragile you were, decided to use it to his gains. It did not take much of effort to catch you, being huge and you being small, easily catching up to you and wrapping you in his servo, squeezing a bit to hard to intimidate you and to bring you in to submission. Upon his return to Iocon you were presented as a sole survivor of you species when Quintessosn attacked you and "your people" and he, Sentinel Prime, was there just in time to save you from their clutches. Immideatly you were welcomed by every bot with warmth and the productivity increased, so Sentinel kept you for him self as a pet, putting a collar on you, if you tried to run he would punish you - refusing food and squeezing you a bit to hard until he can hear bones crack under the pressure. It did not take to long for you to submit to him, to scared to do anything "stupid". He would totally treat you like a chihuahua - carrying you every where, dressing you up in most expensive attire he can find and would fancy gold on you. Gold jewellery, gold chains and gold collar. and you can not leave his sight at all thanks to the chain and Arachnid. After all, why would you ever want to try to run away from your saviour.

Orion Pax

On one of his runs to the library he would accidently stumble upon you hiding from every one in a vent, something he was using to get in to library, scaring the shit out of you. you almost gave out his location if he didn't grabbed you and shut you up, without hurting of course. he was surprised just how small and week you were, so he had to ask him self just how you managed to survive so long on your own. and he could not just leave you all her by your self. Bringing you back to the mines was simple but taking care of you was a bit harder then he though. humans are completely different to transformers, needing different things to survive, like organic food, shelter and plenty of rest. And it was hard to provide. All the shady places he went to just to get thing the human needed to live comfortably. Of course D-16 was not a big fan of another mouth to feed, especialy with how many shenanigans Orion gets him self with authority, but after some time Orion managed to make D-16 change their mind. So the human has to get used to cuddling and non stop speaches about better future and legends about matrix of leader ship.

D-16

Orion brought the human to their quarters and to be fare that he was not to happy with the idea of taking care of something so week and useless. They could not do any thign to help them, the mines were far to dangerous and they were just to small. Though there were a few perk. Far to soon D-16 found out that being small is useful with getting things from hard to reach places, easily squeeze in and retrieving them, and steal things to. No one watching out for something small to steal a few cubes of energon from elite and bring to him. and something else to. it was good to find another person who would listen to his rant about Megatronus for hours, looking at him with wide eyes of curiosity. So when human started bringing him little Megatronus trinkets he allowed him self to dote on human.

Elita

Lets just say it was not something she expected to happened. She was aiming to be promoted and already had servos full with Orion and D-16 shenanigans, and with Darkwing breathing down her neck - it was clear that taking care of something pathetic as human was out of question. She did ignore you for sometime, trying her best no to squash you as you ran around, hiding in boxes, behind rocks and equipment, avoiding her bosses attention. After some time though she was quite impressed by your survival skills and staying out of way so she decided to try and trap you. Thankfully she had some access to information and manage to improvise. After fighting with shady cellar she managed to obtain something strange that was not made out of metal, just like you, and placed it in a trap she set up. Though you were smart enough to quickly outsmarting Elita's trap and escape with meal, hiding away, which did frustrate Elita quite a lot. She was the best, so how did you managed to outsmart her? She tried again and again, doing her best to hide that it was trap, but nothing work. Until she just gave up and placed another "meal" for you at the entrance of your hidey hole before catching you her self, wrapping her servos around you. Elita was quite shocked to see just how fierce you are, trying to worm and wriggle your way out of her servos, letting out strange noises. and how squishy you are. She took you back to her charging station, a separate room for her due to her rank, how ever small it is, and kept you in a glass box. You had every thing you needed to be in good shape - a ring to run in, place to rest and enough water and meal. Time to time she would swoop you out just to dote on you or spill all the frustration out, telling just how every thing went on her shift, happy to have someone to listen to her. and she found it enjoyable to dress you up, no matter how much you protested, not to fond of bows and cute clothes.

B-127/ Bumblebee

Another cycle of watching trash burn was rudely interrupted with you falling down the chute, screaming and scrambling away, all while B-127 stood there shocked, trying to process what just happened, before scrambling to catch you. There was not much space for you to run, no crack to hide and a big bot trying to catch you - it really did not ended well as you were hurt. Your sides hurt, even if all the trash you fell with managed to slow you down and cushion. As soon as you were in B-127 servos he was on cloud 9 to have someone else for company besides Steve, Ep-508 and A-atron. Not you though. You immideatly got bombarded with his non stop talking, regretting to explore trash chute for something edible with every second, but even you knew if some one was in solitary for so long they would go crazy. So you become his outlet, something to held his crumbling sanity together and so far he kept you safe, helping to salvage something edible to pull though another day and keep him company to insane bot. It did not help that Badasatron also was incredibly touch starved, petting, hugging and snuggling you when ever he could, even in his sleep, so you were basiclay trapped and any attempt to live was met with "puppy" eyes.

[carionto]

Aliens are floored by tardigrades

Life is pretty resilient. It has to be, especially if the rest of the Galaxy thinks we're from a Deathworld. In comparison then, if their planets are not as demanding, would life there ever be under enough pressure to survive to go to the extreme lengths that some Earth creatures do? I think one of the most profound things aliens might learn from Earth and Humanity is just how powerful life itself can be.

That itself could shake their understanding of themselves - a billion year old civilization could never even conceive of a thing we accept as simple fact, ushering a revolution in thinking not seen in eons.

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The Galactic Coalition scientists are busying themselves with obtaining, analyzing, categorizing, and integrating the libraries of information Humanity has brought with them as they incorporate into the greater space faring matrix of civilizations.

A good grasp of Physics, though lacking in certain fields for now; unmatched Engineering doctrines, they really do think of everything, although, perhaps, better to say - they really do attempt everything, then take notes and improve for the next attempt.

Chemistry is another fine addition to the collective knowledge base, a disproportionate part of the catalogue is comprised entirely of explosive reagents and combinations - always good to know more about what NOT to do.

And Biology. Oh boy. What a chaotic but beautiful but also disturbing mess. Life on most planets has a long period of just chugging along, surviving as best it can, until eventually something has the bright idea to evolve the ability to have bright ideas. Then in almost no time at all (on a cosmic scale) a dominant intelligence emerges and civilization alongside it, and in the blink of an eye it finds itself exploring the stars.

A similar pattern happened on Earth, but interrupted alarmingly often by utter catastrophes. Humans call them Mass Extinctions. It is exceedingly rare to find life that can talk about its own extinction events. Kind of deflates the term a bit. Life on planets as inhospitable (by Galactic norms) as Earth tends to be found only as fossils, and almost always on the microscopic level - very rarely do they get the chance to form more complex and advanced lifeforms before the planet with its harsh conditions and scarce resources kills it just as randomly as it spawned it.

We were incredibly saddened to learn from the Humans that the biodiversity of Earth had dwindled by roughly 85% since they accidentally created that giant hole on their planet, and that it had already been on a steady decline before then. Even so, when they revealed there were still 2.4 million species alive on Earth was a shockingly high number. Most are on the brink of extinction, yes, but the fact remains that Earth is easily one of the most biodiverse planets in the Galaxy.

Then we started looking at each individual species and learned about the Tardigrade.

what

It is literally the toughest creature ever discovered, and it's not even close. At least, so far, we haven't looked at absolutely everything Earth has or had yet.

It can just... basically turn itself off and then back on again when the outside becomes livable again - Cryptobiosis, or suspending their metabolism, something we considered only possible through artificial means. And the levels of various extreme they can endure and still be alive would just be utterly ridiculous if they didn't give us samples to confirm for ourselves.

Then we came across the term Extremophile and just decided to take a day off.

[gallifreyanhotfive]

Random Doctor Who Facts You Might Not Know, Part 27

The Eleventh Doctor once mentioned that he had gotten married a lot. One of those marriages might have been to Captain Jack Harkness, but he wasn’t sure since there were so many people in the room at the time.

Cricket is a leftover race memory from the gruesome Krikkit Wars. The Krikkitmen wore outfits similar to human cricket uniforms. The fact that this outfit was recognizable by many as that worn by those who wanted to wipe out the rest of the universe apparently did not stop the Fifth Doctor from wearing precisely that outfit.

The Terrible Zodin is the third most wanted criminal in the galaxy after the Master and the Rani.

Martha Jones blogged about at least a few of her TARDIS adventures on MySpace.

The Eighth Doctor continuously lied to his companion Lucie Miller about her aunt. Her aunt had long ago been replaced with a Zygon copy, and she only found out when she was comatose and overheard them talking about it while having an out of body experience.

There is an opera based on the Doctor.

The Doctor - and probably other Time Lords - have two more ribs than humans do.

Ace once managed to lift the TARDIS (albeit an alternate universe one) with a single hand while she had a broken arm.

A Gallifreyan expletive is "Otherf-" (he was cut off but you can guess the rest).

Soul catching is a Time Lord rite in which a Time Lord would transfer their mind into that of another before assimilating into the Matrix.

The Eighth Doctor also had a sexual encounter with Bernice Summerfield.

The Third Doctor recalled never being taught Venusian aikido. He theorized that he had learned it in a previous life before the Doctor existed.

It is possible to swap bodies while in Gallifreyan telepathic contact.

N-Space has been referred to as the Five Hundred and Third Universe.

Queen Elizabeth I originally had the Tenth Doctor tortured and sentenced to beheading as a spy. She had given him a stay of execution for a picnic, during which the Doctor proposed to her.

Kate once witnessed the Fourth Doctor get his scarf caught in a door. He had thought he was caught in some sort of force field.

Lolita (the Master's first TARDIS) believes that Time Lords were created by her mother (the Matrix) in order to give TARDISes a purpose.

The Fifteenth Doctor took Ruby Sunday to Manchester in the future. While he was telling her all about figures from Manchester's history, oblivious to his surroundings, Ruby noticed that they were standing on tram tracks and were about to be run over.

Ohm is an old, mad god of the Time Lords.

Before crashing into Isaac Newton's tree, the out of control TARDIS took the Fourteenth Doctor and Donna to several places, including the Western Front in 1917, 200000 BC, the Battle of Hastings in 1066, and 1970. All of this while under attack by space-faring squid creatures.

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28

[lets-try-some-writing]

Random question, but how good do you think the ‘Bots and ‘Cons would be at cooking? Does the Matrix happen to have any tips or knowledge of the culinary arts? Would the kids be of any assistance to the ‘Bots, or would they also fail at cooking? For some reason I think Miko would be really bad at making anything with more than 5 steps but make a really good grilled cheese sandwich. You think they would fare any better at baking?

Heck yeah this is funny.

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Cooking on Earth

As a general rule, cooking is not really a thing on Cybertron, at least not as it is on Earth. The process of creating energon based fuels and treats is more of a purification than any real chemical bonding or serious alteration as commonly seen in human culinary works. As such, when the team brought the children under their care and were then hit with the realization that they needed to fuel their small wards, issues arose immediately.

Arcee could hardly process normal energon, much less cook anything to save her life. The only human food she is capable of putting together is boxed macaroni and cheese. Even then, it still isn't all that good. She either adds too much butter or none at all. Her milk additions make dish look more like cereal than anything else and quite frankly she somehow manages to burn the noodles despite that fact that it should be nearly impossible. The children don't like her attempts at cooking, but if pressed, they will consume her noodle dish. She has attempted baking but has only succeeded in burning the wall in an attempt to quote "make sure the cake was fully baked".

She is not allowed in the kitchen alone. Ever.

Bulkhead has been met with limited success in all things gelatin. He can't make much else unless he is putting sauce on pre-ordered food, but gelatin he can do. On Cybertron he was known amongst the Wreckers for his banger jellied energon, even earning minor praise from Ultra Magnus. Thankfully for everyone, the same general concept applies to human jellied treats, and so Bulkhead is able to make gelatin without killing anyone. Of course his flavor profiles are rather... off. He has no clue what actually is constituted as good food for including in gelatin, but he tries his best.

Smokescreen and Bumblebee can make a mean grilled cheese, but only if they are working together. One must have their optics on the food while the other plays music in the background while grating cheese. If either of them get distracted or only one is present, the results are wild and worthy of a fire extinguisher. Bee has attempted soup before, and surprisingly, once in a blue moon he can make a really good potato soup. It is close enough to preparing energon rations that he can manage it occasionally. Smokescreen though? He has been given a lifetime ban from the stove. He somehow manages to make a really good salad despite that. It is largely just him throwing random green things in the fridge into a bowl, but it works generally.

Ratchet does not cook. Optimus has forbidden him to cook despite the Doctor wishing to figure out the strange science. The only time he tried cooking, he made actual poison and almost fed it to the kids thinking it was a nutrient dense supplement. Since then he has been confined to the realms of baking, which thankfully, is not too foreign since he can and has made spectacular energon goodies in the past. He knows how to work heat related tools well enough to make really good cupcakes. He can't do frosting though. Its always chunky or pure liquid sugar. Miko still eats them, even if they are a little burned sometimes.

Ultra Magnus can cook, on both Cybertron AND Earth. He just refuses to do so. Period.

Optimus for his part, despite his knowledge, can cook in theory. He knows how it should work, and so largely depending on the resources given to him and his level of focus, he can make a mean dish on Cybertron and Earth. His specialty on both worlds is a variant of shepherds pie, something he lived and vented back on Cybertron due to how cheap it was at the local restaurant. Of course the names of the dishes and the ingredients differ, but the concept remains the same. And so as long as the dish requires no decorum, Optimus can make it fairly well. However if asked to bake, the Prime physically cannot. The singular time he made the attempt, he came away covered in soot and with a lifetime ban from the baking items.

When it comes to the Decepticons, Megatron does not cook, period. On Cybertron he was a fantastic brewer of high grade, but that skill does not translate over well. On the Nemesis, he has a small personal brewing station where he will occasionally whip something up for himself. But that is a rare treat. He has taken the time to study human brewing methods though, largely out of a desire to mock their efforts. This of course led to some experimentation on his end, which in turn resulted in better high grade than what he was capable of producing before. He will never admit where the jump in skill came from.

Knockout and Breakdown love to make cake specifically. They can't even eat the stuff, but they like seeing how big and how grand they can make it. Hours are spent dutifully baking cakes to perfection, molding them, and then decorating them. Usually its done after Cybertronian sites, but off an on they will make human tourist locations out of cake. Breakdown also experiments with chocolate and has become relatively good at making realistic chocolate molds. These, along with Knockout's cakes, he takes to different places around the globe to donate. He may not be fond of humans, but waste is not acceptable.

Starscream is by far the best chef out of all present Cybertronians, and that is only because he fragging hates that Gordan Ramsey is better than he is at it. Starscream has devoted a ridiculous amount of time to cooking JUST so that he can curse right back at the human chef and prove himself superior. No, he does not know where it stemmed from. No, he cannot even eat what he makes. But frag it all he will get that beef wellington right or he will die trying. However against all expectation considering his considerable cooking ability on Earth, he can't cook on Cybertron to save his life. He never needed to, so he never learned.

Shockwave doesn't cook. He makes purified energon and that is all. He doesn't even bother learning anything else. Why would he? Its not like he can taste or appreciate anything complicated. Arachnid does not cook either, and that is largely because she sees it as beneath her. Soundwave is in a similar boat and does not bother... unless it comes to making cat treats. Those he will go through the pain of working with tiny human tools to manage in order to lure in the furry creatures.

Dreadwing can only make noodles. And only from the box. He has no explanation.

[drdemonprince]

I've noticed a pattern in anticapitalist books I read (specifically I'm talking abt Mark Fisher here, in Capitalist Realism). They do this great anticapitalist analysis etc and then go on to critique their students? and sometimes it's a bit ableist? it's like all the critical thought goes out of the window and they cannot understand the situation because for once suddenly they are in the authoritative position. It always gives me this "I don't understand these kids, back in my day-" vibe, and I see this with lecturers at university too. like Mark Fisher maybe we can think outside the box about your student who "needs" headphones to focus in class "even though no music is playing". and maybe it's not to do with the "Matrix"(????) I'm well aware this was written in 2008 but it's weird that I see this pattern continue today. Not to mention Mark Fisher took part in some ableist studies, and was a guy with questionable intentions on occasion.

it's like you Just said that reducing labour is good why are you calling your students lazy, that's so unprofessional and privileged. I wonder of coincidence that he is anti-meds when his right wing, pro-eugenics, accelerationist friend was addicted to amphetamines.

Or even just the amount of people who have written books about laziness and anticapitalism (excluding you) and just saying the most contradictory shit ever?? or not following their own ideology???

Anyway, I wonder if, when writing Laziness Does Not Exist, you came across any of this and were equally as baffled.

Materialism is just *so* true that high-status academics don't have a vested class interest in seeing their student struggles as legitimate or in recognizing the struggles of disabled people in general. For many edgy academic leftists having the correct opinions is just a way to flex one's intellectual status, not a lived experience they give a shit about. I'm not shitting Fisher in particular in saying this, it's more that it's a really widespread problem in the culture of these kinds of (very white, very academic, very cishet) leftists communities. You see the same kind of thing among some of the Chapo stan types, too, you don't have to be specifically an academic to do it -- lots of people throwing around the r-slur and flexing on how much they have read and doing fuck all for the oppressed people around them. I tend to find it especially common among people who inherited leftism from their (often academic) parents? Whereas leftist communities populated by Black & brown anarchists and working class people tend to fare a lot better in this particular respect.

Note that I'm not saying a person's identities are a guarantee of them being any more radical -- there's lots of liberals lurking in our midsts of all identities for instance -- more that someone's orientation toward power tells you a lot. and unfortunately there is an approach to leftism that puts a lot of stock in either institutional power via the academy, or in a kind of soft power of intellectual authoritativeness that tends to punish anyone who is supposedly less well read, less intelligent, lazy, needs disability accommodations, has trauma triggers, or what have you.

The simple answer is that power and privilege obscures other people's challenges from you, and the desire to preserve one's power (be it actually institutional academic authority or just the status of the person who supposedly knows the most in the room) leads to a lot of oppressive behavior. a lot of these guys that you're talking about believe in communism sincerely but they don't have humility, they believe themselves to be superior to most everyone else. and they tend to be white guys from wealthy families who either do not have any disabilities of their own, or they have the undiagnosed intj mastermind rational flavor of autism that makes you feel incredibly alienated from others but interpret that alienation as a sign of your intellectual superiority. (i had this type but i got better. a little)

[rustingcat]

Season

Nature can't be controlled. Kara did try on several occasions, but time and the passing of the seasons can't be stopped. She tried that as well.

The babies' growth was nearly complete, and Kara felt like no time had passed while also feeling like it's been ages. Everything was ready for them, and now with a new room available for them in the house, they even made sure that the new home office doubled as a play room if needed. Of course there was the reason for the addition, the reason being Kara officially moving into Lena's room, their room. 

Their new relationship status sure changed some things, she could wake up next to Lena each morning, kiss her whenever she liked, not feel guilty appreciating her – an act she did not even realise she was doing until she stopped – and just got to be open with her, fully open with her, in ways she couldn't before. But then on many fronts nothing had changed at all, their talks, dates, movie nights, their day to day life felt oddly the same, as if they were part way there and just needed the last little shove, which was probably true if Kara was honest with herself.

There were no major life threatening enemies, no major scandal, no political turmoil – all good things of course, but as the editor-in-chief of a major news company, Kara was bored. She was leaning against the office balcony hoping for something interesting to happen when her special alert went off.

The pods!

Kara was so excited about it that she managed to drop her phone twice while trying to unlock it. Opening the special app they made for the matrix, she saw the notification letting her know that pod number two was ready to be opened.

"Nia! You're gonna be a mum!" Kara may have run slightly faster than humanly possible to get to Nia's desk.

"Um, I know?" She replied in a confused tone.

"No, like right now!" Kara emphasised.

"Oh! Shit let's go!" Nia jumped to her feet, collecting things into her bag in a quick succession.

"Want a lift?"

"Yes, get me there as fast as you can! Oh wait, I need the baby bag."

"Brainy left it in the lab 5 days ago."

"God, I love this man. Okay, take me to my baby Kara!"

"Ahhh! Let's go!" She was practically jumping with pure glee.

Kara really tried to make Nia's flight as comfortable as possible, but she may have gone a bit faster than intended out of sheer excitement. Nia didn't seem to mind. 

The pod was indeed flashing green, both Lena and Brainy were already typing away on the console.

"How…?" 

"Teleporter," Lena answered before Kara could even ask.

"Anything we can do?" Nia asked in a plea.

"Kara, get the baby cart and beds, Nia, blankets." Lena quickly took control of the situation. "Brainy, how are we doing on starts?"

"First Apgar seems to be clean. Blood work is perfect and shots administered and I see no negative reactions. She's perfect."

"Alright, get ready for the drain."

Kara nodded, taking a quick x-ray look at the pipes to see they are properly connected before taking her place. They prepared for that in advance, practicing the events several times just in case. They even made sure the room temperature would be slightly higher than normal so it wouldn't contrast too much from the temperature in the pod. The water got drained slowly, revealing a tiny little light green skinned baby with a shaggy brown patch of hair. Kara collected the infant with the soft towel to drain away the remaining liquid and moved her to the blanket Lena had prepared in advance.

Kara passed the baby to her new mother who was already crying before she even held her. Brainy was not faring better, drying away his own tears on his sleeve as he stood behind his wife and admired his new daughter.

Kara shared a look with Lena. They smiled at each other, both relieved everything went alright, and just very thrilled for their friends. Friends who probably deserved a moment alone.

"I'm gonna make some calls to start your maternity leave," Kara announced as she headed to the door.

"I'll call the national city hospital to register her." Lena lifted her own phone from across the lab door." Just before I go, does she have a name yet?" Lena asked still in a professional tone just as she approached the door.

Nia and Brainy shared a joyful look.

"Nellie. Nellie Nal." Brainy announced. 

Lena exited the room with her just as Kara finished sending the mail to HR. She already had hers prepare in advance as well, along with a temporary replacement she was training.

"I can't believe she's here." Lena dropped her professional in control act the moment she met Kara's gaze.

"I know," Kara nodded, her eyes becoming blurry as she pulled Lena for a hug.

She held her girlfriend tightly, focusing herself on Lena's smell and touch to ground herself. They noticed Nellie's faster development early on, they hypothesised it was due to her Coluan genes, so they knew she would probably be born before the twins, but Kara couldn't help but be a little bit jealous she was here before them.

"Alright," Lena wiped away a small tear as they pulled away from the hug. "I should probably notify the hospital," she gestured to the phone and data pad in her hand.

Kara nodded, and put a small curl behind Lena’s ear.

Lena smiled and kissed her softly before walking away to make the call.

Kara filled out a couple of glasses with water and walked back in the lab, hoping the young couple had enough alone time with their daughter. Nellie was laying on top of her mother as her father prepared a bottle for her. Kara melted a bit at the sight.

Nia noticed her first, smiling as she whispered to her daughter. "Hey Nellie, do you want to meet your aunt Kara?"

And there were the tears again. Nellie was perfect indeed. Eyes closed, the little infant waved her little hand with her even tinier fingers and Kara's heart skipped a bit.

She looked at Nia dead in the eye and announced, "she is the cutest little thing ever."

Nia chuckled and agreed.

When Lena returned they did another set of small tests and sent the happy family home.

Lena pulled her closer that night and promised that they'll meet them soon. Kara couldn't wait.

Read everything in order on AO3

[orotrasparente]

a volte problemi e situazioni si accavallano e sembra che tutto ti colpisca come un mitra spianato e tu ovviamente non sei keanu reeves in matrix, ma una cosa la puoi fare, concentrarti su un proiettile per volta, risolvere quello che puoi risolvere e per il resto che ti colpirà comunque tenere botta e sopportare

[scogito]

Uscire dal sistema parte 2 - riprende la parte 1 QUI

L'idea di uscire dal Sistema è una distorsione.

Se ne affresca un orizzonte come si invoglia il cane da corsa a inseguire lo zimbello, ma in realtà è come se si dicesse che per essere liberi bisogna liberarsi del corpo, ovvero su questo piano di realtà, spirare.

Il corpo è per lo Spirito la sua casa, senza di esso l'energia vitale non avrebbe sede; il Sistema (o Matrix) è per i corpi ciò che permette loro di essere "viventi" (ossigeno, cibo, sessualità, occupazioni, cultura ecc). Il Sistema pervade tutto. Per cui chi tanto vuole uscire, nel senso di liberarsi dal Sistema stesso, lo potrebbe fare solo morendo. Con la fregatura che tanto senza essere evoluti si ritorna qua, se non si viene trasmutati in altro (morte seconda).

Fino a quando hai un corpo sei legato alla Matrix. È inutile che credi di poter raggiungere un'immunità, perché già solo fisicamente ti è impossibile. Peraltro uscire senza nemmeno aver compiuto un passo evolutivo è da stolti.

Ognuno entra qui con uno specifico compito di sviluppo interiore. Puoi chiamarlo Progetto, Essenza, Scopo, ciò non cambia che ogni persona dovrebbe occuparsi di capire qual è. Questo Sistema è concepito per l'evoluzione, i motivi per cui sono stati scelti metodi brutali sono diversi.

Bisogna però rendersi conto che il concetto di "liberazione" è correlato alla disidentificazione, non a distruggere chissà cosa, a fare guerra "contro il Sistema" o a pensare di raggiungere la fulminazione per guardare dall'alto la propria magnificenza.

Madre Natura ci fornisce precisi campi energetici che ci tengono in vita, vengono chiamati Chakra, i principali sono 7 e si sviluppano in senso verticale partendo dalla zona sacrale.

Studiare il loro funzionamento ti dà le indicazioni di qual è il senso dell'evoluzione, di qual è il corretto funzionamento dell'Essere (umano), di dove ti trovi nel tuo cammino attuale e di quali step devi occuparti per progredire in modo integro (ne ho parlato meglio QUI)

In questo modo anche se non conosci la tua Direzione di vita, puoi seguire la via superiore.

Ribadisco che senza volontà, auto osservazione e lavoro su di sé, restano solo astrazioni prive di utilità.

[fridagentileschi]

Ho pensato da subito che questa ventata di tendopoli studentesche che stanno sorgendo all'improvviso qua e la come forma di protesta verso il caro affitti, altro non poteva essere che l'ennesima ventata fuoriuscita da qualche deretano targato PD.

La nuova "scorreggia ideologica" trendy in odore di sinistrismo militante, ho sentito puzza di cialtronata piddina non appena ho visto l'ardore con il quale "Ella" si è precipitata con l'armocromista al fianco della protesta, così da fargli fare magari consulenze rateizzabili sulle tinte dei tendaggi, e quanto poco ci ha messo ad arrivare anche quelli del nuovo sindacato italiano della "PDELLE".

L'ennesima "sardinata" di una pletora di soggetti, che debitamente aizzati e "paghettati" dalla solita sinistra, stanno mettendo su un nuovo circo di saltimbanchi finalizzato a gettare un pò di discredito sulla Meloni come se non facesse parte della stessa massoneria e dello stesso gioco politico atto a far credere che in Italia esista una destra e una sinistra e non due facce della stessa medaglia.

SI, perchè gli affitti degli alloggi a questi 4 pagliacci con la tessera giovanile PIDDÌ in tasca, sono andati bene per quasi 11 anni di fila. Come no.

Poi qualcuno ha deciso di risvegliare le larve nelle culle di sospensione fisiologica delle cantine delle sedi PD stile Matrix, così da gettarle nell'agone della battaglia politica, nell'ambito di quella abitudine tipica della fossa bioideologica comunista che prevede l'utilizzo di ogni possibile espediente pur di distogliere l'attenzione e spegnere un qualsiasi risveglio dei propri diritti.

A costo di creare fantasmi, ed aizzarli ogni giorno nelle piazze, siano esse piene di risorse in ciabatte o di quei teneri virgulti debitamente indottrinati ogni giorno in quel feudo comunista ad esclusivo consumo della sinistra, che risulta essere oggi la scuola italiana di ogni ordine e grado.

Che se poi risultasse vero quello che ho letto stamani sulla leader di questo neo movimento, vale a dire che guida la tendomania a Milano quando vive a Bergamo, non potremo far altro che prendere atto della cialtronaggine che si cela dietro a questa ennesima mossa di "Marketting" da parte dei comunisti del PD.

Cialtroni e Ciabattoni. È stata la sinistra dal 68 ad uccidere questo paese: dalla famiglia alla scuola fino alla società con l'invasione dei peggiori della terra e dei peggiori della nostra terra: i comunisti, sia a destra che a sinistra, perché una opposizione vera in questi paese non c'è.

[susieporta]

POST SEMISERIO SULLE RELAZIONI.

La donna cerca e spera di trovare nell’uomo e nell’unione con lui due cose soprattutto:

Protezione e sicurezza.

Ella sa che percependosi protetta e sicura, potrà esprimere il suo Yin, cioè dolcezza, accoglienza, sensibilità, amorevolezza.

Quando entra nella coppia, ci entra con queste “aspettative”.

L’uomo entra nella coppia perché anela a qualcuno che si prenda cura di lui, si pone in relazione come un bambino, o un adolescente.

Uno psicologo ha affermato che le donne più felici, sono single, e gli uomini più felici, sono sposati.

Queste dinamiche all’inizio vengono mascherate dai fumi suadenti dell’energia ses*uale, la quale impedisce di vedere davvero cosa si sta realmente muovendo nella relazione che sta nascendo.

Ecco che quando la donna scopre che il cavaliere dall’armatura scintillante è in realtà un adolescente viziato e prepotente, anch’ella si trasforma da principessa a matrigna e ferma la sua ascesa al divenire Regina.

Bel guaio.

Nulla esiste al mondo di più letale di una donna che rinuncia alla relazione rimanendo nella relazione come matrigna o come “sguattera”.

Povero il disgraziato che dovrà fare i conti con la sua ira funesta a volte manifesta a volte passiva, ma attenti entrambi sono in uno stato di totale frustrazioni come due debuttanti che si ritrovano a servire il te al ballo.

Allora la donna si sente costretta a scegliere tra due possibilità: o chiude la relazione o continua e gliela fa pagare cara, invece l’uomo permane in quello stato di soddisfazione adolescenziale anche tutta la vita non provando mai o quasi mai ambizione altra.

Oggi, moltissime donne hanno rinunciato al proprio femminile a causa di questo guaio immenso che chiamerei guaione, tragedia, infima condanna.

Si sono travestite da uomo e hanno messo sulle spalle la croce di dover prendersi cura del marito 14 enne, dei figli di 2,3 anni, del gatto, della casa, del lavoro e spesso anche delle finanze del marito o comunque di gestire la sua vita come se egli fosse e di fatto è un pubero immaturo.

Ce ne sono migliaia di donne così o anche di donne che per schivare il suddetto mega proiettile, decidono di tenersi solo cane, gatto, casa e lavoro, rinunciando al compimento della relazione di della maternità (Parthenope in fondo parla di questo, piccola parentesi cinematografica).

Ora care mie possiamo trasformare questo flagello in una grande possibilità quella di diventare davvero Yin e Yang e ricomporre la nostra identità spezzata in due.

E lo stesso i cari fratelli, che privati della sostituta materna o evolveranno nutrendo il loro femminile o rimarranno sposati con la madre fino alla sua morte e oltre (come in psycho, altra parentesi cinema).

L’era della coppia zoppa è finita, questi antichi giochini della matrix si sono rotti.

È tempo di ricomporre i cocci personali e donarsi solo ad un altro o altra interi scivolando all’abbisogna da una polarità all’altra senza restare rigidamente ancórati al ruolo e rimanendo così perpetuamente delusi e frustrati.

Senza queste premesse non solo non parlerei di relazione ma sarebbe da preferisci persino un criceto o un pesce rosso o un bambolo o bambola gonfiabile, almeno da risparmiare i denari per gli avvocati, le ulcere, le coliti, i mutui e dei figli poli traumatizzati che a 16 anni vi insulteranno come degli Hooligans con la squadra avversaria.

ClaudiaCrispolti

Adesso non vi sperticate a puntare l’indice contro le donne o contro gli uomini e dire io non sono così. Non ce ne frega niente.

Qui si parla in generale e sei tu sei l’eccezione, bravo, brava, ok ma mi raccomando tientelo per te.

Polemiche, messaggi aggressivi che denotano solo il livello di frustrazione e altre noiosità verranno esposte al pubblico ludibrio con mio grande giubilo. 😋👍

[lets-try-some-writing]

In the AU where unicron is optimus father what would happen if the kids were harmed or in a dangerous situation thanks to unicron resulting in the response of the optimus and the rest of the autobots

More pain for my lovely boy. This is going to be complete angst so to make sure Prime gets some comfort eventually, I am going to make an additional two parts for this in different posts.

A Father's Wrath

After months of watching Optimus be ignored and feared by his own team, the bots Optimus had come to see as family, Unicron grew angered. The chaos god understood their initial fear, but as he watched his only creation wallow and slowly fall to loneliness, his patience wore thin. This was his son, his glorious creation who had lowered himself to protect and care for Primus's lesser spawn, and now said spawn were rejecting that kindness. It was despicable.

The chaos god tried to reign in his anger for Optimus's sake. If nothing else the human vermin that had taken up residence on his frame were there to support his wayward creation. But days turned to weeks, and weeks into months until at last Unicron could take it no longer. One day after Optimus had struggled in vain to try and speak to any of his team only to be promptly ignored, Unicron at last snapped.

In a fit of rage, Unicron transferred power over to his creation unknowingly, causing Optimus to once again fall to the ground in agony as his frame rearranged itself to make up for the surplus of power. It was unintentional on Unicron's part, but as Optimus flailed and screamed, the waves of power emanating from him struck the children and the team. The team grew ill, most purging on the spot as Optimus pulled himself together and stood on shaky pedes, his spark once again exposed. But the children... they did not fare nearly as well.

They collapsed and convulsed. Jack became violently ill, throwing up as blood leaked from his eyes and ears. Miko started having a seizure that very nearly stopped her breathing altogether. And Rafael screamed and clawed at his face as the worst migraine he had ever gotten assaulted him. Before Optimus could do anything, Fowler was called in and the children were taken away for immediate hospitalization. The team left in Vehicle mode and parked in the hospital parking lot to keep a general optic on the children for fear that they might die while Optimus remained at base.

Left completely and utterly alone, Optimus cried. His frame once again shattered so thoroughly could not shed tears even if he tried, but the mixed dark and normal energon that leaked from his armor was enough of a testament to his grief. Otherworldly cries and wails echoed throughout the abandoned missile silo for hours as Optimus wept, hating himself and everything he was in that moment. The Matrix thrummed within him, trying to calm him and comfort its chosen bearer in its own odd way, but Optimus only composed himself nearly a day after being left alone to drown in his guilt. By the time the team came back, Optimus was no longer crying, but he was frantic for answers.

Optimus: The children, are they well?

Ratchet: *refusing to look at him*...

Optimus: Please, tell me their conditions!

Ratchet: *turning to leave* ...

Optimus: *grabbing his arm to keep him still* I can endure this silence no longer! Tell me what has befallen the children!

Ratchet: *snarling and ripping his arm away* They live, no thanks to you.

Optimus: Ratchet-

Ratchet: Save it! If this incident has proven anything, it is that you are dangerous, too dangerous to be kept near.

Optimus: Wait!

Ratchet: We are done. Take what you need and leave. You are no longer welcome here.

Optimus: Please don't do this-!

Ratchet: LEAVE!

The dooming declaration hung in the air as Optimus stopped dead in his tracks, the blazing motes of light that served as his optics flickering and wavering. His outstretched servo shook and his exposed spark pulsed in shock and horror. He looked at the rest of the team, desperate for it to be some cruel joke or perhaps a mistake. But as he met the fierce gazes of each of his former team, he knew the truth.

They feared him, and they wanted him gone.

The only one who didn't meet his pleading gaze was Bumblebee who instead opted to look away, unable to watch as Optimus was sent away. The Prime shook and energon leaked from his frame in his own version of tears as he sputtered in vain. However after a moment of silence, Optimus shuddered, turned away, and began gathering the few items he would take with him. He did not want to strip his family of anything important, after all, they still had a war to win. So all the Prime took was the few personal accessories he brought with him to earth, a singular first aid kit, and a whetstone for his in built blades.

He looked back pleadingly one last time as the ground bridge was fired up and prepared to send him halfway across the country. But as he was met with only cold and frigid glares by most, he tore his gaze away and said only one sentence before stepping through.

Optimus: If this is what you wish of me, I will honor it... but let it be known that I never intended for this to happen.

Optimus: ...

Optimus: I'm sorry.

He stepped through and the groundbridge closed behind him the moment he was out of sight. As soon as Optimus was gone, the team sighed collectively, not out of relief like they expected to, but out of grief for what they had done. But despite those feelings, they did not call Optimus back and instead each took time to themselves to think over the matter.

Arcee had been the one to hate Optimus most adamantly after the reveal, but as she lay in her berth, she found herself sorrowful. Optimus had been nothing but kind to her, caring for her and showing her the utmost sympathy and respect after the losses of her partners. He never yelled, he never harmed her, and he even willingly took hits for her more times than she could count. He was Unicron's creation, but he was the kindest mech she had ever met. She hated to admit it, but laying there after he left, she cried and tried to tell herself that it was for the best.

Bulkhead and Wheeljack were both very torn when it came to the matter of Optimus. Both respected him and looked up to him, even after the reveal they wanted to serve under him as they always had. After all, wreckers don't judge a mech so long as he does good. But with how dangerous he had proven to be, in their minds they could not afford to accept the risk that he posed, not when the children were in their care. As much as they loathed sending their Prime away, to them it was only right. It was what good wreckers would do...

Ratchet despised himself the moment he saw the look on Optimus's face after he ordered him to leave. He wished more than anything to take back those words, but his spark... his spark screamed in terror whenever his old friend looked at him. The sight of Optimus's blazing form and the feeling of his sickening spark waves washing over him were engraved into his memory. He couldn't look at Optimus the same way, not after all he had seen since Unicron's near awakening. He wanted to believe that what he was doing was right, that he was sending away a monster that had posed as Cybertronian like some sleeper agent for millions of years. But the pain in Optimus's glowing optics... it made Ratchet regret.

No monster could have looked so betrayed and so very broken at being sent away.

As for Bumblebee? He was left in a state of internal conflict. Much like Ratchet, he was terrified of his Sire's true form and nature, but like Arcee, he couldn't just ignore the fact that he had only ever been met with love and care from Optimus. The Prime had raised him, taken care of him, fought for him, and never once done a thing to harm him. Bumblebee wanted to think that he was cutting off a parasite or getting rid of a spy when he blocked off his bond with Optimus. But as he watched his Sire leave the base for what was likely the last time, Bumblebee felt empty and more alone than every before.

He had betrayed his Sire on every level and his spark knew it...

The children were not allowed back to base for over a week afterward as they recovered. Thankfully they did not suffer any serious damage and healed quickly. But upon entering base for the first time since the incident and seeing Bumblebee issuing orders instead of Optimus, they grew concerned. Immediately they tried to ask what had happened in their absence only to be met with silence from Fowler and June. Even when they turned to the team for answers, the bots simply dodged their questions, eventually up and lying by saying that Optimus was taking a few days to himself because he felt guilty.

The children were suspicious as pit, especially once they noticed the lack of avatars from Unicron and the mysterious disappearance of Optimus's plants, but they accepted it. The reasoning seemed plausible with Optimus's personality... so they waited.

Every day after school the children asked about Optimus. Bulkhead and Wheeljack only met their queries with guilty gazes and did their best to dodge the question. Arcee outright told the children to leave her alone every time they tried to talk with her about the absent Prime, only further rousing their suspicions. Ratchet straight up wouldn't even look at the children and tended to wander off muttering something whenever they tried going to him. And so lastly, after an additional week of prodding and begging for answers, Bumblebee stepped up as leader and gave them.

Jack: Where's Optimus? I know you said he was taking some time off, but it's been nearly two weeks!

Miko: It isn't like him!

Rafael: Optimus is always working and never takes breaks. Did something happen to him?

Bumblebee: ...

Rafael: Bee?

Bumblebee: For your safety, Optimus Prime has been stripped of his badge and exiled for harming innocents, associating with the enemy, and traitorous behavior.

The children: What!?!

The children were distraught but could do nothing once the truth was revealed. They could only make a fuss and give the team the silent treatment in retribution. The team did not take Optimus's absence and the children's reactions well... and neither did the Prime even with the distance between them.

Optimus set up camp in his alt-mode once his frame had healed from the power burst. He hid out in an old garage on some farmstead where a human male and his daughter lived. He stayed undercover for nearly a week in his alt-mode, both to allow his frame to recover and to wallow. He was absolutely spark broken at being sent away and most of his time in alt-mode was spent lamenting his losses.

But the Matrix has never been one to allow its bearer to remain inactive for long, and it swiftly pushed Optimus to move, to do something. As such Optimus resolved himself and left his makeshift base of operations with one goal in mind.

He would continue to fight for his Autobots, weather they wanted him to or not.

Unicron tried to reach out to his creation multiple times during the whole fiasco, but Optimus ignored him, angry at his father for destroying the delicate balance he had forged with his team. As such Optimus went at his work alone, using his remaining access to Autobot codes and signatures to track down his old team to assist where he could.

He would not stand idly by, not while Megatron still lurked.

[meluisart]

Title: Heart touch Whumptober prompt: Healing salve Fandom: The Matrix Ships: Neo/Trinity Rating: Teen and up TW: Physical disability, atrophy Wordcount: 1894

Summary: Physically, Neo has been faring rather alright after his second extraction from the Matrix. Trinity on the other hand, has not, and Neo can't stand to see her in pain, much less watch on as she hides it from him. He finally decides to do something about it.

Read here on AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59388514

[chez-mimich]

NU ARTS AND COMMUNITY 2024 (I)

È incominciata giovedì 26 settembre, al Circolo dei Lettori, la nuova avventura di “Nu Arts and Community”, edizione 2024, il gioiellino di Ricciarda Belgiojoso, musicista, scrittrice, animatrice culturale che ha sempre mostrato una grande attenzione per Novara tanto da mettere in piedi un festival multidisciplinare, di grande raffinatezza, che ormai ha fatto breccia in una città, un po’ diffidente verso ciò che non è strettamente di produzione locale. “Nu” è riuscito a coniugare produzioni internazionali e locali e, come si dice ora, ha fatto rete in maniera intelligente, senza cedimenti al provincialismo e aprendo gli orizzonti , ma soprattutto facendoli aprire ai novaresi. I “Boom Boom Beckett”, come si è già detto nella sede del Circolo dei Lettori, all’interno del Castello Visconteo Sforzesco, hanno portato in scena “Compagni di sbronze: La storia di Charles Bukowski” un reading in musica delle pagine più belle del più maledetto degli scrittori maledetti, vicino e lontano alla “Beat Generation”, insofferente a tutto e a tutti, tranne che al sesso, all’alcol e soprattutto alla scrittura, per lui tre ragioni di vita (e di morte). Ad impersonare il grande Chinaski, ecco un bravissimo Roberto Beccaria, accompagnato da un trio (sax, chitarra, contrabbasso), che hanno magnificamente reso ancora più intense le atmosfere dell’autore di “Taccuino di un vecchio sporcaccione” e di tanti altri libri ad alto contenuto trasgressivo per così dire. Beccaria, in omaggio all’amicizia di Bukowski con Tom Waits, altra anima nera della cultura americana, ha regalato al pubblico una sopraffina ed inaspettata magnifica interpretazione di “Waltzing Matilda”. “Quando si tende a fare le cose che fanno tutti gli altri, si diventa tutti gli altri…”, scriveva Bukowski, e questa ficcante citazione letta da Roberto Beccaria, potrebbe essere adottata come motto di questo bellissimo festival. Nella seconda parte della serata, eccoci ospiti di “Nòva” (ormai cuore pulsante di molte attività di “Nu”, ma anche di “Novara Jazz Festival”), per un appuntamento con la musica elettronica e le riflessioni tecnologiche-ecologiche di Alex Braga, novarese di nascita, ma formatosi musicalmente altrove, che ritorna sulla scena della città con il suggestivo “Automatic Impermanence”, progetto che ingloba in sé una originale colonna sonora di musica ed effetti visivi elettronici accompagnata da profonde considerazioni sul potere distruttivo e costruttivo della tecnologia e sull’ormai onnipresente IA (intelligenza artificiale). Le informazioni sui “numeri” della tecnologia sono, come prevedibile, veramente impressionanti, ma Alex Braga, sa condire questa mole di dati con la giusta ironia: uno dei brani dal testo in lingua italiana ci parla di “cani randagi che ravanano nei database” o di “schede madri che diventano nonne”, coniugando il linguaggio, ormai comune del nostro universo informatico, a massicce dose di surreale umorismo. Alex Braga, un po’ Matrix e un po’ sciamano, si muove assai bene sulla scena con una apprezzabilissima capacità di tenere insieme grevi riflessioni e una visione positiva sul futuro della nostra umanità, aiutata da una eco-tecnologia. Musica originale, spesso potente, mai invasiva ed ossessiva.

[clubgoticoitaliano]

Questo è per te, tu sai chi sei, amore mio. Per te tornerei indietro milioni di volte, senza sigarette, senza parolacce, solo io. ♥️ Hai un cuore di strega dalla tua parte. Smonterò tutto il pianeta per ritrovare quello vero, quello con i miei stessi ricordi. Distruggerò internet, il cellulare, e farò esplodere il digitale, scatenerò un'inferno dietro l'altro, brucerò la matrix italiana e quella europea e quella mondiale, irriterò gli elementi e glieli tirerò addosso, farò nevicare in estate.. tutto, tutto, tutto il possibile, anche l'inimmaginabile io scaglierò contro le bestie che hanno cercato d'impedirmi di ritrovarti, non mi fermerò, neanche se dovessi morire, mai più li lascerò fare, perchè ora sono io davvero.