#Micro Movers

[marshallpupfan]

Micro Movers

I was checking out Ebay UK when I happened to stumble upon these. They're "Micro Movers", and if you've been following me for a while, you've seen the few of Marshall (and one of Claw) I've collected in the past. So far, I have Series 1 (based on "The Movie"), Series 2 (also based on the first movie, but the plastic's transparent), and Series 3 (Rescue Knights). I kept waiting and waiting for Series 4 to show up...

...however, it never did. At least, not in the United States, anyway.

The closest we got was a Big Truck Pups set, which included Al's semi truck and three Micro Movers; Al, Chase and Marshall (Wish I'd bought one when I had the chance). On the back, it mentioned finding the other pups in the Series 4 blind baggies, but... we just never got them. Unless I'm mistaken...? I don't think so, since up until now, I'd never seen them on Ebay, either.

And now, someone on Ebay UK's selling them. It makes me wonder if they were delayed, or are these are perhaps older products the seller happened to get their hands on? If it's the former, I wonder if we'll still see them in the United States someday? I hope so... I'd love to collect a Big Truck Pups Micro Mover of Marshall, of course. lol

Here's an additional pic that shows what can be found in Series 4. Curiously, it looks like Chase and Marshall's transparent Movers from Series 2 are included, unless there's a difference I'm just not seeing.

[victoriadallonfan]

I saw a really funny meme about Victoria’s interaction with Gong, and it made me think…

There’s probably a LOT of unexplored potential in bias and prejudice against Cauldron capes, right?

What kind of micro aggressions can form due to this? How does it interact with capes in the same team, politically?

For context:

- Dying 15.3

Victoria gives a pretty well explained summary of Shaker-Movers, helping to explain why the cape is acting like she has PTSD (which is why Vic’s orders work and Gong’s didn’t), and Gong’s simple response is that she is a Cauldron cape.

Ergo, she wouldn’t have these issues like “real” capes. Right? Victoria wants to argue against it, but she has no real proof of this. She has theories but that’s all they are. Theories.

But WE know the truth. Victoria is correct in that vial capes get powers based off of their personality and mental states!

Battery was a passionate and fiery person who uses memories of staying calm, using breathing techniques from her past to help her manage her fear and pain, which gave her the power to become untouchable so long as she forces herself to remain calm and unmoving to charge up.

Newter was insensate with pain, delirious, and his body torn apart when given his vial, and he gained a body that deals with damage, heals, and induces delirium in others.

Sveta was trapped, torn to shreds, skin peeling off in ribbons and trapped metaphorically in a body that wasn’t right for her. She was given ribbons that could get her out of danger, that would provide and protect her with minds of their own, and a body that was what she wanted while still not being hers.

And WB did a great breakdown of the travelers:

There’s more to explore like how Alexandria had a desire to remain young, a mind foggy from drugs and a body sensitive to pain etc etc, but the gist is that cauldron capes DO have power issues related to what they can do. And according to Battery, they experience mind boggling amounts of pain with each drink of a vial.

However…

Would non-cauldron capes even care?

When Taylor learns about cauldron capes, her first reaction is disgust that these people didn’t earn their powers. That they didn’t suffer like REAL Parahumans did.

Even Victoria is offended when she learns Dean was a cauldron cape, as the intimacy of sharing their trigger events was seen as the next step of their relationship.

When Legend explains how they all should have had trigger events, but didn’t, it falls on deaf ears. No one responds to him and Taylor doesn’t give his words much thought at all.

And why should they? Cauldron capes are liars. They’ve been lying all this time. Nothing they say could be taken at face value. Eidolon could give a huge public speech about being born disabled, suffering from seizures, and his suicide attempts… and it would mean nothing.

He LIED to them about his origins. An unspoken rule has been broken. He didn’t suffer enough to earn his powers.

It’s interesting to me that the Undersiders nor Breakthrough had someone who was a voluntary cauldron cape. Sveta was an advocate for C53’s and hated Legend for being part of Cauldron, but we don’t hear her thoughts on people who simply bought powers. Taylor never knew Accord and Citrine were Cauldron until the very end.

I don’t know how to end this, but his line sticks out to me:

- Blinding 11.5

[gremlintheslut]

Kinktober

Day 2 Feminization and jealousy

Axl rose

Summary: realizing he is going to lose the love of his life over what many would consider small or unimportant axl forces himself to do the unthinkable to get her to stay.

Warnings: feminization, self degradation, mommy kink, oral and implied oral (f receiving), over stimulation, anal, reach around hand job, strap on, femme dom

(sorry for the late post I didn't realize till today the schedule posting feature didn't work)

Master list (main pinned)

I can't do this. She is the love of my life and I have watched her flirt with guy after guy trying to find my replacement. I look over at her as she takes off her heels right across from where I'm sitting on the edge of the bed. I know what she wants and maybe I'll learn to want it too. I'll lose her if I don't. "I'll do it" I say to her. "What?" She says turning to look at me. I make eye contact with her and I have never felt more humiliated in my life.

"I'll be submissive" I mumble looking down not wanting to face her. "Speak up Axl I can't hear you" she says clearly annoyed with me. She walks closer to me and puts her ear in front of my face. "I'll be submissive" I whisper into her ear. She looks at me with a smile all her annoyance gone. I feel less embarrassed and more comfortable. "Really?" She looks the happiest I've ever seen her. I nod my head. "Strip naked for me ax" she says before going to the walk in closest. That was the first time she had used that nickname in 4 months before we had our last big fight.

I pull my shirt off and throw it to the corner of the room. I can hear her moving things around trying to find something. I unbuckle my belt and throw in the same general area of my shirt. I unbutton my jeans and unzip the zipper. I pull my pants down along with my boxers and step out of them. I kick them to the pile of clothes and y/n returns seconds later with a box.

She puts it down on the bed behind me and I continue to look at her puzzled waiting for her to say something. "Okay change into what's in the box and tell me when your done" she says smiling before quickly leaving before I can open the box. I open the box and I feel utterly humiliated and I'm not even wearing it yet. A pink lacey bra with a matching micro mini skirt sit folded nicely in the box.

The bra has no padding and is a tight fit. The skirt has elastic and I have no problem getting into but it does dig into my hips a little. I stand in the outfit almost wanting to cry and lock the door to stop her from ever seeing me like this. But, this is what she wants. The only reason we have had big fights and she clearly doesn't love me like she used to is because she wants this every once in a while. She will be happy to see me like this not disgusted. Y/-" I clear my throat "y/n I'm ready"

She opens the door, walks in and closes the door. I'm not looking at her. I can't until I hear her reaction. "You look perfect baby" I'm ashamed to admit but I get a semi. I feel disgusting and now I'm afraid I might actually like it. I look at her and she is unbelievably happy. I have never seen her this happy before. I look down and see she's wearing a strap on. My semi goes to a full hard on. I'm so full with embarrassment. Thank God she doesn't say anything. My face is burning and I'm staring at the floor. I'm sure even my ears are red.

Y/n puts her hands on my jaw and makes me look at her. She goes up on her toes and kisses me. "Thank you ax really thank you" my embarrassment is somewhat washed away. Her hands mover from my face to my shoulders. "Get on your knees" she says her gentleness fading and I obey without out question. She doesn't need to tell me what to do I know what she wants. I lick my lips and put them around the tip of the dildo. I slowly put more and more into my mouth as she plays with my hair and watches.

Not wanting to gag I stop when I know it's close to the back of my throat. She puts her hands on the back of my head and slowly forcing me to slowly go further. Tears fill my eyes and soon spill down my cheeks as I start to gag. She stops for a moment to let me get used to the feeling before making me go further. I hate this. I hate the gagging and this sick feeling I have in my stomach from thinking I'm going to puke. My hard on is completely gone at this point.

She grabs my hair and pulls me off. Thank God. I cough a little and wipe the spit from my face before following her next commands. "Get on the bed" she says and I nod my head doing as she says. Without saying a word she rearranges me into the position she wants me in. On my hands and knees facing the headboard of the bed. She leaves my side momentarily to get the bottle of lube on off of the nightstand which hasn't been touched in nearly 6 months now.

I hear her open the bottle and the sound of the gooey liquid being slathered on something but I can't feel any lube on me. I know what's about to happen and every part of me wants to end this now before anything happens. But I don't. I think of her smile and how sincerely and sweetly she thanked and spoke to me. I feel the lubed up tip of her strap on prodding at my asshole. She pushes the tip in and my eyes full with tears of pain and humiliation.

She slowly pushes the strap on in further. I am filled with disgust as my dick gets hard again. I'm trying my best to convince myself  I don't enjoy this but I don't believe me. I feel her hips bump me as the last inch of the strap on fills me. Tears roll down my face and I hold back a sob. I enjoy this why the fuck do I enjoy this. She reaches around and with the remaining lube still on her hands she wraps her fingers around my shaft.

She starts to slowly move her hands up and down my cock as she moves her hips matching the pace of her hand. She is very gentle clearly not wanting to hurt me. I let out a moan as she hits my g-spot for the first time. It feels so good and the pleasure distracts me from my thoughts. She speed up the pace. The stretching sound of the the lube up toy almost fully existing me and reentering me fill the room. My tears continue to flow but from overwhelming pleasure.

Then I say something I never knew I even wanted to say. "I'm gonna cum mommy" she speeds up in response and I cum all over the bed and her hand. But she doesn't stop nor slow down. I let out a whine of pain. "Fuck stop" I say and she doesn't listen. I'm not sure if I really want her too. My dick feels like it's on fire from the amount of stimulation it's getting and the tip is firey red. I moan loudly not caring if the neighbors hear.

I'm close to cumming again. I want to say "mommy I'm gonna cum again" but the only word I can get it is "mommy" I continue to repeat the word unable to get through the sentence. I blow another load over the bed and her hand. She still doesn't stop. At this point I feel no pleasure and only pain. Everything hurts and I'm begging her to stop in between sobs. I'm so sensitive and I can barely form any thoughts other than "ouch". I go down on my elbows and bury my face into the bed.

I haven't cried this hard since I was a child. I don't even have time to realize it myself before I'm cumming again. She finally takes her hand away from my dick. She places both hands on my hips and slowly pulls out. Once she's all the way out I colap onto the bed and cry. I lay in my cum crying while takes of the strap on and puts it on the bed side table. Climbs into bed and holds me. I calm down soon after. "What is it?" She asks me still being able to tell when I'm not saying something after all the time she has paid no attention to me.

"I thought I was gonna hate that" I say ashamed. "But you don't?" She asks and I shake my head. "I think I loved every second of it" I admit. "You don't seem happy" she says. "I feel disgusting" I say. "There's nothing disgusting about you baby and even if there was I would still love every part of it" she says and I feel way better. I roll over making her fall into her back. "What are you doing?" She chuckles a little. "It's the first time we've had sex in almost 6 months and you think I'm gonna let you go unsatisfied?" I say as I position my head between her thighs.

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Thanks for reading💋-gremlin

[peachyblkdemonslayer]

2017 AU Sanzu buying back Arisa's piano and moving it into the house once they get back together

She couldn't help but still be in shock at everything that happened. She looked around the newly cleaned and furnished house with a sense of awe. The last of the movers bought in the ne vases she and Sanzu picked before moving back in.

"Alright Ma'am that's the last of all your stuff have a nice day"

"Oh thank you, you as well" Arisa replies. The mover bowed before leaving out the front door with his co worker and driving off.

She watched the truck till it was nothing but a small speck in the distance and sighed. She didn't know why but she couldn't fully relax until everything was in place and done for. The tension that seemed set in her bones melted away as she flopped onto the couch and took off her shoes.

A few cracks and pops could be heard as she stretched out, "God I need to do this more often I'm so sore" she pulled her legs under her and took a real good look at her new home.

It was everything she could have ever asked for and she still couldn't believe it even now. The day was still young but she had a feeling she wouldn't be going out anywhere today, she wanted to enjoy her house. She laid her head onto her arm and closed her eyes for a little bit just to take a micro nap.

She didn't know when it happened btu before she knew it some hours went by and she was awoken by someone giving her a light shake. She shoot up and looked around in confusion before she calm down and looked to see who it was that woke her up.

"Morning sleepy head you been resting for a while" Sanzu teased a slight grin coming across his face.

Arisa swiped at him half heartly, "Oh shut up I'm tired what is that you got?" she asked.

Sanzu lifted the box in his hand towards her, "Tonight's dinner you wanted traditional right?"

She blinked and took the box as she got up, "Yeah that's perfect actually man I've been out of it for so long that I forgot I said anything about it"

"Oh you didn't say this recently" Sanzu corrected.

Arisa looked at the pink haired man with confusion.

"I didn't?"

'Nope it was when we were first dating, you said when we get out own place you wanted to have traditional Japanese food to celebrate. And I wanted to keep my end of that"

She felt tears starting to come out of her eyes and she let out a choked noise before stuffing her mouth with food. Sanzu didn't say anything as he held her hand and ate as well. The night ending with a fresh new start and rekindling of a relationship.

[luimnigh]

Doctor Doom is terrible at naming things.

I just went through all his robots, which include:

Doombots

Doom-bot

Doom-Knights

Doomborg

Doomsman

Doomsman II

Guardian Robots

Robot-Guards

"Invincible Robots" that aren't invincible

Micro-Sentries (Microscopic robots that lived in his armour in case of Ant-Man)

Prime Mover (Plays Chess against him)

Robotrons

The Seeker (It seeks people)

Silent Stalker

Time-bot

THROB, a big, pink, muscular humanoid robot that grows bigger and stronger if you smack it around. It's plastic over a vibrating- sorry, vibranium core.

[rametarin]

Seeing a lot of propaganda lately.

It's convenient that the astro turf environmentalists that schmoozed their way into business and regulation of it set up these oil companies and others with environmentalist paths and ways to get people to get involved in said environmentalism. That was effectively the compromise that would enable industry and progressive life to co-exist.

And now they're treating industrial environmentalism as if it was a scam concocted entirely by greedy polluting business heads. When people taught, trained and given careers in environmental science working with said companies weren't trained to do that shit.

It's just like the "OH MY GOD EVERYBODY PLASTIC STRAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWS!" fiasco, where the entire point of it was to have a goose stepping push for "change" imposed from the top down, get everybody into a hysteria about how straws were actually hurting the planet, and then come to find out.. No. 40-90% of the plastic in the environment, micro or other, is fishing nets. It was always fishing nets. And pollution from the developing world, or China. They knew that going into it and instead chose to do this campaign specifically to "have a convuhsayshun" by scaring the bejesus out of everybody and then pushing for low hanging fruit to drag you through the process of legislation thought to "change the world."

Those paper straws weren't even plastic free, as reusable as plastic straws, or very good.

So now the agritprops are spreading that anti-industry shit by acting like carbon footprints and home recycling was all a scam by the businesses to deflect from THEIR regulation or emissions, instead of what they really were: Deliberate demands by the environmentalists, whom regulate and oversee themselves as self-appointed experts and regulators of pollution, to micro manage everyday peoples trash and emissions. And make people ask, "Why aren't businesses getting poked with a stick?"

Because they wanted you to go, "GLAD YOU ASKED! Sign this paper that lets us suck great big sums of money out of businesses unless they reach these virtually unobtainable purity goals that are virtually required to function."

The only thing I'm glad about is that carbon sequestration and other forms of particulate management have improved as technologies to where machines capable of sequestering industrial emissions and doing something about storage and repatriation of the waste materials into other industrial applications, are much cheaper now. Eventually, these alarmists and blood suckers will run out of pollutants to use to justify a middle man to antagonize businesses about.

Because really, that's it. Once industries can manage and sequester 99.999% of their emissions until they're environmentally benign, and so are their products, there won't BE anything to tax or penalize for their pollution.

As is, if the UK itself cut its contribution to pollution each year by 100%, it'd put an end to a total of 2% of the global emissions of anything. The big drivers and movers of pollution driven climate change aren't western, they're East Asian, South Asian and African.

This revisionist propaganda where it was just business itself that made life suck for individuals when it "should've been raking business through the coals all along" is just that. It wouldn't have been possible to meet emissions standards of 0 in the west and be able to have any kind of industry.

But then the Inverted-Reds knew that. Which is why so many were gone off the deep end in environmentalism, talking about "getting back to primitive roots" and other nonsensical hippie shit. We're not going to forget that movement, yall.

[revistapipazo]

Vacaciones en Camboya (Vol. 4)

Enriqueta desea mover la patita, así que acato nomás. Estuca su caracho con medio kilo de cal para disimular los morenos rasgos picunches verse más linda, se chanta encima un breve vestido de cuerete y calza sendas botas con plataforma, pese a que es pleno verano y de seguro las patas le transpirarán con el intenso dancing. Arriba de esos zancos, por cierto, le llego más o menos hasta el ombligo.

Con mi ordinario bluyín gastado, no me veo lo suficientemente gótico: para no avergonzarla, mi novia dark decide maquillarme los ojos, tortura a la que accedo en silencio con tal de que no se enoje. Al mirarme al espejo, no puedo evitar sentir cierto desdén hacia mi sometida persona embetunada en rimmel.

A medianoche partimos en búsqueda de una improbable micro que nos lleve al otro extremo de Santiago. Tras una larga hora de espera -durante la cual mi amorcito comienza a impacientarse y poner cara de culo- decidimos que mejor rompemos el chanchito. Algo mosqueados abordamos entonces un mugriento colectivo, el que tipín 1:30 AM nos deposita en la puerta del afamado maracódromo desde donde el SIDA, el chancro y una pandemia de enfermedades de transmisión sexual se ha diseminado por Chile: la Blondie.

Obviamente no es primera vez que estamos ahí; de hecho, pasamos todos los putos fines de semana en ese calabozo infernal, desde donde emergemos cada madrugada todos transpirados con el obvio riesgo de contraer pulmonía. Dentro de la Blondie he sido acusado por la celosa Enriqueta de mirarle el poto a docenas de chiquillas, con los consiguientes escándalos, charchazos, gritos, reconciliaciones forzosas y huevadas del estilo. Por tal razón, desde hace un buen tiempo he decidido bailar mirando el suelo, ir al baño mirando el suelo, comprar cerveza mirando el suelo y salir a la calle mirando el pavimento

Así que en eso estoy, comprando encorvado la maldita entrada para disfrutar de la Noche de Vampiros. Tras cancelar el ticket le doy un cariñoso beso a Enriqueta, feliz por haber llegado de una puta vez al lugar donde nuestro amor ha vivido tantas jornadas inolvidables. Ella, de vuelta, responde mordiéndome la lengua con tal entusiasmo que arranca un pedacito de carne que yo procedo a escupir en medio de alaridos de dolor. “¡Ahí tenís, maricón culiaoooooaaaaagh!”, me informa.

Mi novia, en algún momento que jamás percibí, ha visto algún gesto equívoco que  interpreta como potencial infidelidad. Enfurecida, ha decidido que un buen castigo sería masticarme la jeta y, en efecto, lo hace: heme ahí, sentado en la escalera, escupiendo sangre mientras la medieval concurrencia a la discoteca me mira con cara de estar presenciando una performance sadomasoquista.

Huelga decir que esa noche no bailo música ochentera (ni, por cierto, puedo recuperar el importe de la entrada). Media hora después, tras un horripilante viaje en taxi, estoy desparramado sobre una camilla de la Clínica Las Lilas, donde el doctor me coloca dos dolorosos puntos en mi lengüita amputada. A sus espaldas, dos enfermeros y la recepcionista me contemplan entre carcajadas, pues de alguna manera han averiguado cómo chucha sufrí tan extraña herida.

[dalideedo]

la niña de ojos castaños

la niña de ojos castaños, tan agraciada, tan silenciosa, tan bella se veía al pensar,

como si su pureza e inocencia fueran

su innato talento.

el calor del fin de marzo nos castigaba por la ventana, 

la micro llena de personas, y yo solo la veía a ella.

si tan solo pudiera acercarme,

inflarme el pecho con coraje 

y decirle “señorita, la encuentro a usted muy bella”. 

hoy en día los hombres no dejan en paz a las mujeres, les silban y las tocan sin permiso pedirles.

de veras me molesta.

que ahora que creo haberme flechado, realmente enamorado,

no me puedo acercar, sin que me mande a la cresta.

su bella cabeza de pelo color espresso lleva una corona vertical que le cubre ambas orejas. 

la veo mover la cara y cerrar sus ojitos bonitos,

aislarse del mundo hacia el suyo propio como si dijera:

“a mi nada me molesta”

ojalá poder compartir su disfrute,

y saber que música le gusta,

pedirle el nombre de la canción que la hace tan feliz,

sin tener que ver cómo su bella cara se asusta.

los cerdos que tormentan a nuestro más grande regalo, realmente me asquean. 

pues matan el romance que uno ansía por la televisión.

ya no puedo acercarme a mi chica -si es que la llegase a volver a ver-, y decirle;

“te vi en la micro el otro día, 

y desde ese entonces que me llamas la atención.

muertos de calor, y empapados en sudor,

pero tú eras lo único en mi visión”.

nota del autor; holaa :P llevo un buen tiempo sin publicar T_T tengo muchos quehaceres pendientes y poca energía para realmente hacerlos. pero tenía este poema en el baúl guardado hace ya unas semanas y decidí publicarlo C: háganme saber si les gusta jeje. está basado en hechos reales así que el que entiendió, entendió. tal vez les esté contando detallitos de quien soy con lo que escribo :o, quien sabe?

[swedesinstockholm]

10 mars

j’ai négocié du temps pour écrire dans mon journal pendant qu’elles font la cuisine en échange de faire la vaisselle après manger. j’ai passé tout le trajet jusqu’à zurich à noter ce que je voulais écrire sur mon téléphone mais je crois que je suis passée à autre chose, ça y est, j’ai fait la transition à genève avec r. et s. et notre bulle-résidence autogérée dans la salle du cinquième étage du bâtiment a de la head avec la vue sur les montagnes qui disparaissent quand il pleut. dans la cage d’escaliers en verre on voit un pic entièrement recouvert de neige. quand on fait les courses j’essaie de me persuader que “money is not a problem” comme disait pauline quand elle nous racontait la fois où ils ont joué en suisse avec sa compagnie de théâtre et qu’ils stressaient à cause de l’argent. mais ça va, je crois que j’ai fait des progrès. je me demande si ç’a un lien avec mes autres progrès. si tout est lié. je me demande aussi si tout ça, toute cette lente lente renaissance, c’est pas un peu lié à c. qui m’a délivrée de mes ancêtres dans sa maison aux meubles blancs et roses remplie d'orchidées à l’automne dernier. je sais vraiment pas quoi en penser. cet après-midi en discutant de l’histoire de r. on parlait de souvenirs, de flashs, ou de sensations qu’on pouvait avoir mais qui venaient pas de notre propre vie, de notre propre vécu, des trucs qu’on a hérités de nos ancêtres, des traces qu’ils ont laissées dans notre corps, dans nos os, comme l’explique camille de toldedo dans son livre sur son trauma de famille. mais je leur en ai pas parlé. je sais pas pourquoi.

parfois j’ai un peu peur de servir à rien parce que c’est le projet de r. et c’est s. qui prend les choses en main parce qu’elle a de l’expérience et qu’elle a un million d’idées qui lui viennent à la seconde et j’ai l’impression de rien avoir à apporter parce que c’est pas mon projet avec mon idée de départ et les idées me viennent plus lentement. alors j’essaie de me dire que je suis pas là pour rien, elles voulaient de moi à prague, elles m’aiment bien, je suis là, j’ai le droit, je fonctionne juste à mon rythme. même si aujourd’hui en les regardant balancer les boules de plâtre avec les micros attachés à un câble je me demandais si je voulais vraiment m’embarquer là-dedans. parfois je me demande si ce que je veux vraiment faire en fait c’est pas juste un one woman show où je raconte ma vie mais juste d’une manière un peu poétique et avec des chansons. est-ce que je suis vraiment une artiste, ou tout ce que je veux c’est juste raconter ma vie et me débarrasser de mes traumas? est-ce que j’utilise l’art uniquement comme thérapie et si ç’a aucun lien avec ma vie ou mon vécu, je m’en fous? elles parlent déjà d’un festival de performance en mai et d’un autre en janvier prochain et ça me fait un peu bizarre de me dire que ça va durer, dans le futur.

11 mars

quand je lui ai posé des questions sur ses études de théâtre, s. m’a parlé de tous les cours qu’elle avait dont un de moving, et donc elle est une mover, une bougeuse, there’s dancers and then there’s movers comme dit laura a. dans la conversation avec bruno, pas de manière péjorative, mais dans ma tête, un peu quand même. mover. on est tous des movers. c’est quoi ce terme. ce terme à ma portée. je deviendrai jamais une danseuse mais je peux devenir une mover. avec quelques workshops de plus et une bonne thérapie pour arrêter de me tenir voûtée. dans la conversation à un moment elle dit le mot performing arts comme si c’était un mot magique avec des étoiles qui clignotaient dans ses grands yeux, ou peut être que c’était dans les miens. mais depuis que je suis ici, tout ce à quoi je pense, c’est l’écriture. jeudi r. était plongée dans son trafic de mixer et de subwoofer et de câbles et de waveform et d’ableton live et d’échos et de reverb et d’ampli et d’aigus et de graves et de fréquences et de modulations et moi pendant ce temps j’étais assise par terre et je notais sur mon téléphone tout ce que je voulais écrire dans mon journal parce que je l’avais pas avec moi et je me sentais démunie. raconter la vie, toujours toujours, peut être que c’est le seul truc qui m’intéresse vraiment, mais peut être que tout art raconte la vie, mais vraiment, rien ne vaut l’écriture d’un bon livre. la technologie me gonfle. je suis une taoïste. un stylo et puis c’est tout. transformer la vie en histoire, comme avec a., raconter la vie des autres, celle de r. et de son père astronome en chine et de sa relation avec lui par exemple.

[marshallpupfan]

Marshall Merchandise Update!

It's been a good month since I last posted about any new finds for my Marshall collection. I dare say I've got some interesting items to show off this time! I'll try to figure out where I'm going to put them later. 😅

First up, this "Play Cup". It's basically a small coffee mug, except it's plastic and comes with a small bag of candy. The artwork of Marshall is pushed out a bit, giving it a 3D-like look instead of just being flat. I believe this item released around Easter time, but I'm not 100% sure. I was able to get this one on Ebay for a good price.

Chase also got a similar cup, but I'm not sure if the other pups got some, too. I recall seeing some of non-PAW Patrol characters, but I can't remember which ones right off hand.

Next, this insulated lunch box! Okay, I have to admit, the moment I seen that artwork of Marshall on the front, I knew I had to buy this. I mean, it's just so super-duper cute! Then again, that pup always is! 😉

Just like the Play Cup, the main artwork of Marshall here is also slightly pushed out, and it has a holographic-like outline around him, too. The material is cloth, and it has little pics of Chase, Marshall and Rubble scattered about (no Skye, Rocky or Zuma, oddly enough). There's also a little pocket on the side for a bottle. It's pretty nice!

Admittedly, when I bought this thing, I thought it was going to be kind of small. Turns out, it's nearly eleven inches tall! It easily holds the most out of all the lunch boxes I have.

Next, this micro mover of... Claw? Hey, I finally managed to obtain the last piece of merchandise of my favorite baddie from PAW Patrol! Well, the last piece available in North America, anyway. Believe it or not, they made additional items of Claw in other countries, such as the Dairy 4 Fun line of products in Germany. I don't think I'll ever own any of those, since they're surely hard to find now... and overseas shipping is usually pretty high, even for small items.

No biggie, I'm quite happy with these three items! Hey, have I mentioned lately that I'm a big fan of Claw and really hope to see him in the cartoon again someday soon? Please, Spin Master? 🥺

Last, and possible the most interesting of the items this time; this Mighty Movie theater bundle set! It came with a cup, a [removable] topper figurine, a bucket, a mask, and of course, popcorn and a drink for the movie. I got these at an AMC Theater, although I've heard other cinemas had them, too (like Regal). The whole thing cost $20.

Actually, I was worried for a while there if I was going to be able to get one or not. I figured they'd sell out quickly, and I wasn't looking forward to the idea of buying one off of Ebay for two or three times the price. Thankfully, we found out that my closest AMC Theater were selling them a day early, so we rushed up to go get one. And according to someone on Instagram, it's a very good thing that I did; they told me that, after finishing the movie, they noticed most of the kids in the lobby were wearing Marshall masks! Possibly more than any of the other pups! Wow, way to go, spotted one! 😁

Well, that's all for now! I have a friend who might send me one more Mighty Movie item that I've been looking for, but otherwise, I have a feeling this is it for movie merch. Chances are, Jungle Pups toys will be up next here in North America, since I'm sure those episodes will finally air here at the beginning of 2024. Then again, Christmas is fast approaching, so I'm sure holiday-themed products will pop up in-between time. I'll have plenty to keep my eyes open for, no doubt.

A Marshall merchandise collector's work is never done. 😅

[evoet]

What is a CHP Plant? Understanding Combined Heat and Power Systems

In today's energy-conscious world, CHP plants, also known as Combined Heat and Power (CHP) systems, are gaining attention for their efficiency and sustainability. These systems offer a smarter way to generate both electricity and useful heat from the same energy source, significantly improving overall energy utilization.

What is a CHP Plant?

A CHP plant is a facility that simultaneously produces electricity and thermal energy from a single fuel source such as natural gas, biomass, coal, or even waste heat. This process is known as cogeneration. Unlike traditional power plants that waste much of the heat generated during electricity production, CHP systems capture and reuse it.

How Do CHP Systems Work?

The process of cogeneration begins with the combustion of fuel in a prime mover—typically a gas turbine, steam turbine, or reciprocating engine. This produces mechanical energy that is converted into electricity via a generator. At the same time, the heat produced from this process is captured and used for heating water or space heating in residential, commercial, or industrial applications.

Key Benefits of CHP Plants

1. Increased Efficiency CHP plants can achieve efficiencies of 60% to 80%, compared to the 40-50% efficiency of conventional power generation methods.

2. Cost Savings By using the waste heat effectively, energy costs can be significantly reduced for businesses and facilities that implement CHP systems.

3. Reduced Emissions CHP technology reduces greenhouse gas emissions by maximizing fuel use and minimizing waste. This makes it an attractive solution for companies aiming to meet sustainability goals.

4. Energy Security CHP systems can operate independently of the grid, providing a reliable power source during outages or peak demand periods.

Applications of CHP Plants

CHP plants are versatile and can be used across various sectors:

Industrial facilities (e.g., refineries, paper mills)

Hospitals and universities

District heating networks

Greenhouses and agricultural operations

Hotels and data centers

Types of CHP Systems

Micro CHP: Suitable for small buildings or homes, typically under 50 kW.

Packaged CHP: Pre-assembled and designed for commercial or institutional applications.

Custom CHP: Designed for large industrial applications with specific heat and power needs.

Why CHP is the Future of Sustainable Energy

As governments push for cleaner energy solutions, CHP systems are poised to play a critical role in reducing dependence on fossil fuels while boosting energy efficiency. Their ability to provide both power and heat on-site makes them ideal for a decentralized energy future.

Conclusion

A CHP plant is a smart, efficient, and environmentally friendly solution for meeting modern energy needs. Whether you're a business owner looking to cut costs or a policymaker seeking sustainable infrastructure, combined heat and power systems offer a proven way to achieve both economic and environmental goals.

[harshnirmal]

How to Use Instagram Threads to Grow Your Brand in 2025

Instagram Threads isn’t just another trend — it’s the Twitter alternative with actual traction. Since its explosive launch, Threads has gained over 180 million active users, becoming a powerful platform for personal brands, startups, and creators.

If you’re not using Threads for marketing yet, you’re leaving traffic, leads, and engagement on the table.

In this article, we’ll break down how brands are using Threads to scale, and how Pradeep Digital Marketing can help you dominate this rising platform.

What Is Instagram Threads?

Threads is Meta’s text-first platform connected to your Instagram account. It lets you post short, tweet-style content, start conversations, and build a community fast.

It’s perfect for:

Thought leadership

Fast content repurposing

Brand storytelling

Driving traffic to products or landing pages

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Why Threads Is a Goldmine for Marketers

Low competition (still early in the game)

High organic reach

Seamless connection with Instagram followers

Virality potential through quick interactions and reposts

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How to Use Threads for Brand Growth

1. Post Short, Relatable Content

Keep it under 250 characters. Be direct. Be real. Start conversations, not lectures. Humor and personal insights work best.

2. Start Daily Micro-Threads

A single value-packed idea broken into 3–5 lines can gain momentum and build credibility fast.

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3. Use Threads for Community Building

Reply to comments, repost audience content, and shout out your top fans. Create a 2-way connection, not just a content dump.

4. Link to Offers or Resources

Every few posts, drop a CTA or link. Whether it’s your course, landing page, or Instagram reel — Threads is great for soft selling.

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5. Repurpose Old Content

Turn past blogs, tweets, videos, or carousels into Threads. Keep the message alive across platforms.

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Bonus Tip: Use Threads + Reels for Maximum Growth

Combine Threads with Reels — post insights on Threads, then repurpose into a 15-sec Reel. This dual strategy taps into two powerful Instagram algorithms at once.

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Final Thoughts

Instagram Threads is the new playground for brand voice, storytelling, and community building. It’s still underutilized, which makes it the perfect time to take over your niche.

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[nutriift]

Nutrifit

Welcome to the first blog post of Nutrifit. If you have ever wished a sports scientist, dietitian, and recovery coach could travel with you on every run, ride, or yoga flow, our little ring is about to grant that wish.

Wrists jostle, chest straps chafe, and phones weigh pockets down. A ring, however, sits close to the arteries in your finger, quietly reading heart-rate variability, skin temperature, micro-vascular oxygen, and subtle muscle tremors. By embedding multilayer photonics, a haptic motor, and edge-AI in a band lighter than a nickel, NutriFit records the signals that matter while you almost forget it is there.

Finish any activity and open the companion app. A single swipe delivers an actionable four-part briefing that feels like a coach’s personalized note. First comes nutrition: the algorithm converts metabolic expenditure into precise macro and micronutrient targets, recommending carbohydrate-rich grain bowls after hill repeats or leucine-dense proteins when heavy squats dominate your session. Next arrives recovery: a real-time fatigue score—built from variability, temperature, and tremor signals—suggests breath-work, contrast baths, foam-rolling drills, and sleep hygiene tweaks calibrated to your physiology rather than generic averages. Preparation follows: tomorrow’s calendar dictates mobility flows, priming sets, and hydration reminders so you start warm instead of warming up. Finally, performance: inertial sensors reconstruct technique, nudging cadence, grip width, or knee tracking to squeeze extra efficiency from the same effort.

These prescriptions are powered by machine-learning models trained on motion libraries from ultrarunners, powerlifters, weekend warriors, desk workers, and adaptive athletes, allowing NutriFit to scale advice from first couch-to-5K strides to podium ambitions—or even to optimize the noble discipline of a restorative nap. Every suggestion links to a bite-sized scientific explainer and peer-reviewed citation, delivering clarity without drowning you in jargon. Privacy, meanwhile, is non-negotiable: each reading is encrypted on the ring and synced with zero-knowledge keys; your physiological story is shared only with the coaches or physicians you explicitly approve, never sold to advertisers.

In the coming months this blog will unpack sensor teardowns, share beta-tester diaries, showcase culturally diverse meal plans, debut new app features, and open limited pre-orders. If you want early-bird pricing and a voice in shaping the future of wearable intelligence, join the insider list at nutrifit.io/earlyaccess today. Strap in—rather, ring up. The journey toward smarter movement, faster recovery, and tastier fuel begins now, and we’re thrilled you’re here for the first step. Welcome to NutriFit, where a tiny circle carries truly giant ambitions for athletes and everyday movers alike, worldwide community. Join us. On this exciting data-driven wellness adventure together.

Monday, April 28, 2025

[notasdeprataria]

O relógio quebrou - parte 1

O quarto do Aloísio Aguiar está da mesma maneira do dia da sua morte, 9 anos atrás. Uma coleção de fitas de ópera e jazz empilhadas de frente pra cama. Uma foto de si mesmo ao lado da entrada de uma varanda que ele não cabia. Haroldo Mauro, seu grande amigo da música, herdou a posição privilegiada de Aloísio na casa 196 e por alguns anos morou nesse quarto. Se mudou deixando da mesma maneira que Aloísio havia deixado quando infartou deitado na cama com as pernas pra fora. Umas 3h da madrugada. As 2h da manhã parecia que comia chocolate, mas tinha algo que saía de sua boca como se fosse. Talvez ele soubesse que iria morrer naquela noite de 8 de junho.

Conheci Aloísio quando fui morar no Sótão, eu enfumaçado de haxixe revelando filmes fotográficos de madrugada. Já ele, era do destilado, fermentados em gerais, e cocaína. E nosso ponto em comum: jazz, dualidade vida simples-complexa, a insanidade crônica.

Antes de dar continuidade a escrita, deixo uma lista singela em que suas mãos sobre o piano combinam com a madrugada.

ThirdPlane - Álbum Patrão (Simplesmente Aloisio no Piano, Chet Baker no trompete, Ron Carter no baixo, e nana Vasconcellos na percussão) - 1981

Seriado - Arthur Veroccai 1972

O relógio quebrou - Gilberto Gil 1974

o céu e o som - Gal Costa 1974

Child of the Universe - Aloísio Aguiar Trio with Claudio Roditi 1992

Na década de 80 seguiu para Nova York pretendendo se desgarrar do cenário brasileiro e viver o puro jazz. Vivia em um micro apartamento na terceira avenida. Quarto, cozinha e banheiro organizados em aproximadamente 6 paredes. O puro luxo. O luxo de viver uma vida em que sons cintilantes que se desprendem para o universo a partir do momento em que dedos se chocam com teclas, e isso poder proporcionar dinheiro, contas pagas, vida complexa, vida simples. Ao terminar sua vida em um quarto na Urca a pouco passos do seu bar preferido, e de sua vista preferida, Aloísio acessou o luxo eterno. O verdadeiro luxo da arte. Silvinha teve trabalho para mover o corpo. O bar Urca veio saudar e puseram ele em um caixão no meio da sala. Foi a última vez que a grande porta da sala foi aberta para caber tanta gente na sessão de free jazz e cervejada. A gatinha Joy passou todo o momento encima do caixão, e Jacy jurava que defunto se levantaria a qualquer momento. A cachaça de Jacy acabou, e ele não se levantou.

Nossos primeiros contatos não foram tão claros assim pra mim. Demorei um tempo para entender que o teclado que me acompanhava em todas essas madrugadas era do meu companheiro de porta que morreu 4 anos antes de eu chegar. Como é bonito o pão de açúcar visto daquele ângulo

[nova-eco-solar]

Brasil Atinge Marca de 300 Mil Carros Elétricos em Circulação

O Brasil atingiu um marco significativo no setor automotivo: 300 mil carros elétricos em circulação. De acordo com a Associação Brasileira do Veículo Elétrico (ABVE), somente no primeiro semestre de 2024 foram emplacados 79.304 veículos leves eletrificados, um crescimento de 146% em comparação com o mesmo período do ano passado.

Aumento das Vendas de Veículos Eletrificados

Esta categoria de veículos inclui híbridos com recarga externa (PHEV), híbridos convencionais (HEV e MHEV) e 100% elétricos (BEV). A ABVE projeta que, até o final do ano, serão vendidos 150 mil veículos eletrificados no Brasil, um recorde histórico para o mercado.

Os veículos totalmente elétricos (BEV) lideram o mercado, representando 39% dos emplacamentos no primeiro semestre de 2024, com 31 mil unidades. Os híbridos plug-in (PHEV) responderam por 29,5%, enquanto os veículos plug-in (BEV + PHEV) somaram 69% do mercado de eletrificados leves no Brasil.

Os híbridos convencionais (HEV) a gasolina ou diesel representaram 9,3% das vendas, os HEV flex a etanol 14%, e os micro-híbridos (MHEV) 8%.

Avanços e Desafios na Eletromobilidade

Apesar dos números positivos, a ABVE destaca alguns desafios. O Programa Mover, sancionado pelo presidente Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva, visa promover veículos com maior eficiência energética e sustentabilidade ambiental. No entanto, as novas alíquotas de Imposto de Importação, que entraram em vigor em 1º de julho, aumentaram os custos dos veículos eletrificados: os BEV passaram de 10% para 18%, os PHEV de 12% para 20%, e os HEV de 15% para 25%. Essas taxas devem chegar a 35% até julho de 2026.

Outra preocupação é a indefinição sobre as novas regras de segurança para prevenção de acidentes com carros elétricos, que afetou o mercado de recarga elétrica em edifícios residenciais e comerciais, especialmente em São Paulo, responsável por 34% das vendas nacionais de eletrificados leves.

Declarações do Presidente da ABVE

Ricardo Bastos, presidente da ABVE, comentou: “Os números do primeiro semestre confirmam o excelente momento da eletromobilidade no Brasil, mas precisamos estar atentos aos riscos de retrocesso na descarbonização e eficiência energética do transporte brasileiro. A antecipação das alíquotas de 35% do Imposto de Importação de veículos elétricos é preocupante e poderia quebrar as regras estabelecidas recentemente pelo governo.”

Bastos também expressou preocupação sobre a possível inclusão dos veículos elétricos no Imposto Seletivo, o chamado “imposto do pecado”: “Os veículos elétricos contribuem significativamente para a redução da poluição urbana e das emissões de gases do efeito estufa, além de diminuir os níveis de ruído nas cidades. Não faz sentido taxá-los como se fossem prejudiciais à saúde ou ao meio ambiente.”

Modelos de Carros Elétricos Mais Vendidos no Brasil (1º Semestre de 2024) :

Song Plus – BYD: 10.038 unidades

Dolphin – BYD: 9.611 unidades

Dolphin Mini – BYD: 9.059 unidades

Haval H6 – GWM: 9.043 unidades

Corolla Cross – Toyota: 6.901 unidades

Ora 03 – GWM: 3.687 unidades

Corolla – Toyota: 2.322 unidades

Seal – BYD: 2.196 unidades

Tiggo 7 – Caoa Chery: 1.765 unidades

Tiggo 8 – Caoa Chery: 1.672 unidades

Marcas de Carros Elétricos Mais Vendidas no Brasil (1º Semestre de 2024):

BYD: 32.574 unidades

GWM: 12.730 unidades

Toyota: 10.541 unidades

Caoa Chery: 5.128 unidades

Volvo: 4.118 unidades

Mercedes-Benz: 2.563 unidades

BMW: 2.107 unidades

Land Rover: 1.555 unidades

Honda: 1.431 unidades

KIA: 1.420 unidades

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[fallingshards]

2.8.25: The FS brainrot

Some kind of updates on this project, a few days ago I was like "Ugh why did I make a side blog for this I should just put it in my main series." But I've just had this idea rattling around my head for years slowly growing. I have RS chapters to catch up on but I keep thinking about this FS thing, a puzzle I've been trying to crack for years.

Rising Shards is a mainly slice of life focused series, big things happen and there's action and adventure and such, but generally speaking it's more focused on the trees than the forests, focusing on the girlies' daily lives is the heart of it and it's important to me that they stay at relative ground level. A series in the overall world focusing on the micro instead of the macro. Like in my beloved Bionicle Mata Nui Online Game, the focus is on the Matoran villagers on the ground, and then they run into the heroic Toa who are in the middle of their own major missions.

Falling Shards then could be a series more focused on the opposite, the macro instead of the micro. Focusing on the Toa hero type figures instead of the Matoran villagers. Something to expand the world and explore lots of new places. If Rising Shards is about fluffy slice of life, Falling Shards could be about the big movers and shakers of the world, people our crew would never dream of interacting with.

I keep getting really excited about RS worldbuilding for things I don't think would ever be touched in RS. Asking myself like who would a Superman type figure be in this world (or other archetypes of heroic figures)? I don't think Zeta, Oka, Kalei, Lillia, etc. would end up in a situation where they run into a Superman tier figure outside of like a once in a lifetime moment. But who would then? What's the rest of the world look like? Who are the big movers and shakers? What are the places in the world where the major dominoes get set up and knocked down? There's more to the worldbuilding than just thinking about it in superhero terms but that's one of my frames of reference for my ideas, my big RS worldbuilding influences are Venture Bros, which is in a similar hodgepodge world of series types mashed together, Star Wars, a few particular manga series, and Bionicle, whose worldbuilding I am forever entranced by.

I was debating what to do with a boys' school focused show, like teleporting the school away to get them out of there. But I keep thinking about taking a group of mainstays from Rising Shards and giving them a big adventure to go on, something that puts them in touch with the big movers and shakers, the big heroes and villains, in places where the major events are occurring, separate from the fluffy slice of life business. Would that even be feasible or would it break the sand castle that is Rising Shards? I don't particularly know why I'm possessed by this idea of exploring the RS world outside of the lens of a fluffy yuri series. But it's an idea that's been rattling around for years now as I said.

This might not be a series that is ever-ongoing like Rising Shards and its spinoffs but one that arrives in seasons, like 8 episodes of Falling Shards drop in the summer and end on a cliffhanger that comes back later like a TV show.

Another debate has been how to do a series with already existing characters. With Rising Shards' cast growing, characters spreading out and such, I think it might be good to put a few who are moving into the background of RS to the foreground of FS. But should I just put it as chapters in RS especially if it's picking up main characters' journeys? Can I send someone away to another series even temporarily and expect current readers to follow? Would it feel like I'm shunting characters out of the way if I do this? My hope would be if they go elsewhere that it's due to something important happening to them than them getting pushed aside.

It might still just be something that ends up in the big Rising Shards web novel. I was thinking it could work as a monthly chapter thing, but the tone I want for FS is kind of different than RS so it might feel out of place. An idea I had to keep readers in the loop if it's a separate series is to do another Bionicle homage, which had little news updates summarizing the story for some years. So if someone isn't reading the other one and they want to know what would effect RS and where the characters they were following are at, they could get little glimpses.

For the hypothetical 2025 Tapas contest poll I did a bit ago, the results were pretty unanimously "don't do a new series with an established cast" so I would probably have to come up with something new for the Tapas contest as I've mentioned before. And I have to consider that that response could apply to this series idea, too. It is potentially a busted premise to expect people to follow this. If I do pursue it and it doesn't work I could always just rope characters back into the main series, but there's something about all of this that I can't let go of just yet.