#Focus Management

[gagande]

PureCode AI review | Focus Management

Manage focus for interactive elements within the map. When users interact with the map, ensure that focus shifts in a predictable manner to facilitate navigation and interaction for those using assistive technologies.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Learning to celebrate the little wins!

[marivanilla05]

In the middle of exams so here are just some higher quality versions of my last sketches!

(There will be no context for Menelaus dressed as a seal and Helen doing drugs. If you know, you know.)

[sylusxyou]

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ 𝒔𝒚𝒍𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒑𝒕. 3 . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

𝒑𝒕. 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒖𝒌𝒆 & 𝒌𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒖𝒔! . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

[uncanny-tranny]

This might seem like an "old man yells at cloud" situation, but it's just wild growing up and being told how dangerous distracted driving is - how, at highway speeds, you can traverse the length of a football field (100 yards, 91 meters) in a matter of seconds - how one split second sending a text while driving could result in a potential fatal crash, and then getting on the road as a driver and being surrounded by billboards. Their entire purpose is to catch one's attention, so they're lining major roads, which tend to be highways. How is it that you're told how important it is to never be distracted while driving, but still being advertised to?

At best, this type of advertising is an eyesore to pedestrians and motorists and a general waste of electricity to light it, and at worst, it is an active danger considering they are there to advertise and therefore, must catch people's attention.

I'm not even against advertising in theory, but this particular mode bothers me so much and I hate how pervasive it is - especially in large cities or highways.

[pricetagged]

Idk how to label this. Wifehunter John?

The idea of possessive/obsessive John manipulating a situation and stealing a wife for himself struck me, so just coughing the idea up while I sneak away for a coffee before I actually have to start work in 20 mins 💖 entirely unedited, abrupt ending

Masterlist l Part Two

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For someone married to his job, he has put quite a bit of thought into what he is looking for in a wife. Namely, that she's already married.

His reasoning is threefold. He can admit to himself, firstly, that it satisfies his need for control. Competency. He's a busy man with a demanding job. Not quite retired yet, no time to build his own from scratch. With this, he gets a wife boxed up and ready-trained. Broken in.

Secondly, the need for control bleeds into his saviour complex. She'll need a shoulder to cry on, someone strong and capable to get her back on her feet. She'll be feeling a little fragile. Needy. Perfect.

And thirdly, it does something wild to his jealous, possessive streak. The idea of taking something precious, of breaking her bond to another man and tying it to him? Delicious. The idea that she used to be someone else's, that he has to imprint himself onto her knowing that in doing so he is erasing the imprint of another man? It has his teeth aching, grinding even as heat rises in his belly. Stirs at him.

The idea swirls lazily in the back of his mind, never quite finding the right time or right partner. He bats at it a few times, lazy cat playing with the notion, seeing how far it can stretch before it snaps. Eyes up pretty things everywhere he goes, glancing down at their left hands just to check, but nothing quite tugs on that string. Until one day it does when he's outfitting the security system at your house.

It's side work. Cash in hand, word of mouth. Something to keep him busy when on mandated leave. Something to keep in mind as his retirement from active duty creeps closer. And your husband is a real piece of work, all blustering braggadocio energy. Young buck, not knowing his place in the herd. Not knowing that he'd be better scratching his antlers off on a tree than going head-to-head with a gristled thing like John.

It's like John's energy, his presence in the house, sends alarm bells ringing in your husband's mind (Be the man. Don't back down. Puff up your chest and strut). And it plays so perfectly into John's hands because your young buck doesn't realise that what he's really doing is fawning. To John. (Look at me, be impressed by me!) He makes his biggest mistake in putting you down in front of him, trying to sidle up to John and create some kind of desperate camaraderie. Ordering you to bring tea to the men at work. Rolling his eyes at your attempts to talk, to ask questions about the work being done. Waving you off so he can stand and watch the proceedings. Like he could supervise. Like he has any clue what he's doing.

Only the promise of the long game keeps John from levelling him with a hard look, from calling him outblike he'd love to.

He hears you both in the in the other room, having swatted the young buck off like a particularly virulent pest. Noisy and bothersome. Not needed - or wanted- in this home. And entirely too stupid to realise that John wasn't being jocular in his dismissal.

You've been scribbling away for the past few days, something occupying your time, keeping you happy and hidden away in the kitchen.

"You're not serious, are you?"

"Well, yes," he hears the slight quaver in your voice before you find your footing. You've got at least a bit of spine. Good. "You said that I should find an occupation. Not just 'laze around the house playing housewife'. This is what I-"

"Oh come on, I didn't mean- You don't think that this is viable, do you?"

"Well... I love gardening. And I'm good at it. And there's no reason that it can't be more accessible for people, especially with the current economic-"

He cuts you off with a scoff. "Dear, just- I don't want you to be disappointed. I think you don't quite understand the time and effort this will take. And you know nothing of marketing, publishing. Why don't you put that away and start on dinner?"

And oh, isn't that delicious. He can taste it now, that idea that has been swirling. It's thick, almost tangible on his tongue. The tension in the house, the bitter lacryma of stifled tears. The slight acidity of words you left unsaid. It has his mouth watering, pupils dilating.

And when he's packing up that evening, tools and materials tucked in to the heavy workman's case, he swings by the kitchen on his way out. Catches the way something is jutting out slightly from the bin, lid slightly askew. When he pulls it out he realises it's some kind of notebook, carefully (lovingly) bound. Pictures pasted, mindmaps and notes and plans scribbled in the margins. Your gardening tips. Kitchen scraps, window boxes, rooftop plots. Urban gardening. It's deeply thoughtful, well researched.

A labour of love, lying in the rubbish.

Sweet, clever little thing. That just won't do.

He leaves your house with a little piece of you tucked away in his toolkit and a nice plan forming. He'll be back, of course, not quite finished with his work. He'd planted a few little links into the system he'd almost installed, projecting not just to the monitor in your home but also in his. Got to keep his eyes on you, keep you safe and cared for in ways that your useless husband can't.

Finding that book was a boon. He'd say it was divinely ordained if he believed in all that. It weighs heavy in his toolbox as he whistles out the door.

Now, how to get you alone and return it to you..

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This idea may have been done before? I'm not sure, sorry! I've seen a lot of possessive John floating around. Tagging @stellewriites because I said I would last time, and you've been so encouraging of my nonsense.

Anyway I've got like 4 long-form WIPs that I'm working on, so I may never actually write this one but thought I'd share since that image set I just reblogged made me feral 💖

[eltsia]

🧲🧠 don't pay too much attention to how metallic that metal looks. I iust wanted to draw their Russia reconnaissance outfits and Erik with white hair....

[hellenhighwater]

It occurs to me to wonder, have you ever stumbled across the Society for Creative Anachronism?

I'm familiar! My main problem is that 1. I'm just not that interested in roleplay, fantasy or historical, and 2. most of what I make tends to fall more in the Edwardian-Victorian stylistic range or is just straight fantasy, not really that historically based. I love to learn how stuff was done but I am an adapter, not a recreationist. Like, I'm aiming more for Howl Pendragon than Arthur Pendragon, y'know? Most of the SCA groups in my region tend to land pretty solidly medieval.

Honestly, I'm a set designer/stage manager left loose without a theater to haunt. That is genuinely where my base skillset comes from, but my work and ceramics schedule is not well adapted to letting me get involved in theater. I am really not a person that enjoys acting, and both LARP and SCA tend to involve a fair bit of it. (And yes, I know I don't have to role-play to participate but also I am not a person who is going to roll up to the event and then not participate, so I'm just gonna try my best and be mediocre, which is of course a fate worse than death.)

I've been talking with a couple friends about trying to get involved with local LARP or SCA groups just because we agree that we need more nerds in our lives but simply cannot sustain more DnD campaigns. I'm open to giving it a shot and then winding my way to more of an event management/set/props role, which is where I do best, but it's hard to figure out where to start.

We're probably gonna give this Hobbit thing a try and see how we like it, and then go from there. I have been scouting around a little bit to try to get the lay of the land here in Michigan; figure out what our options are.

[isaacz]

[warrior-of-sunlight]

[kumzorg]

its rana <3

ive found the old pixel art node i bought a long time ago:

Cort3D — My 3D Pixel Art Setup is back up for sale on Ko-fi... (tumblr.com)

and its really cute so i wanted to play around with it, i wanna learn more about nodes and shaders, theyre so versatile (-w-)

get the model from patreon

[mossy-paws]

I miss clementine. I miss vinestaff's adopted creature. Could we see some new clementine. I just want to give the cuty a second hug.

(Bias towards the past? what's that :) )

funny enough! Guess what I’ve been forgetting to post for quite some time now :)

[robo-milky]

“I am sixteen going on seventeen, innocent as a rose…”

“You are seventeen going on eighteen, I’ll depend on you~”

[abd-illustrates]

brother HELP the heartless brainworms have me once more . having Visions in my Mind

you and me both brother 😔🤝

[leam1983]

What you call Comfy Time, I call meditation.

I'm usually physically in bed by 11:30 PM, but rarely fall asleep before 2 AM. I'll typically start with half an hour of light reading on a paperback or hardcover, because e-Ink displays are tragically as stimulating as common screens, and then briefly use my phone to pick one of a few pre-saved meditation routines. By midnight, I'm usually lying flat on my back, still wide awake but with my eyes closed, and I'm following along with the routine I've picked. Sometimes, when I don't have much anxiety to manage, I sub the meditation guides for one or two ASMR videos.

More often than not, I fall asleep without being aware of it and only later realize that I've inserted the video's soundtrack into my dreams. I might wake up a few times throughout the night, but I repeat my body-scan routines as needed.

The trick is to calm the mind. Insomnia's a bitch, but it's especially hard if you're letting your mind run circles around you while you're trying to sleep. Giving it something cyclical, repetitive and deliberately boring to focus on allows you to pack away your sources of anxiety for when you'll be able to compartimentalize them adequately. Body scans are, well, intentionally boring, so they're great at getting you to disengage.

I love seeing "self-care" posts that are full of great ideas like drinking water and eating food and generally meeting your bodily needs, and they also say something like "go to bed at 9:00 pm"