#NaBN

[carrots-bear]

Not a Big Nerd

Rottmnt fan-fic By Bear | Started - 3/7/25

Chapter One

Donnie was nearly there! He just had to attach the knob properly, and then he would have successfully made a real life atom miniaturizer!

He and his brothers collectively loved ‘Jupiter Jim: A Big Problem for a Small Hero’ when they were younger, so he knew they would love it. He even designed it after the prop in the original film! Come to think of though, with the knowledge Donnie had on the actor and ‘props’, it was probably a real atom miniaturizer…

Regardless! He had attached the last piece, and it was time for testing. He turned the knob to a miniaturizing setting, and contemplated what to test it on. He supposed something that could be replaced would be optimal. Donnie scanned the room. He couldn’t find anything immediately, so he decided to walk around.

While he was looking at other surfaces, he was not watching his feet; he tripped on a perfectly placed extension cord. Donnie stumbled, but found his footing. However, the sci-fi gun-shaped machine escaped his grasp, flying out of his hands.

It felt like he was experiencing everything in slow motion, yet it was as though it all happened too quickly to comprehend. It was in the air, then it wasn’t. It landed on the ground, and then a chain reaction began, mesmerizing the soft-shell turtle.

When the miniaturizer hit the floor, it also hit an upturned end of a wrench that was leaning on a stack of notes and papers. The wrench flew into the air, and hit what could be viewed as an appendage-like extension of Donnie’s lab, making it rotate. The tool spun, knocking over some books, one of which knocked another, smaller ‘arm’, that had a magnet on the end, and made that spin around. The magnet got near a newton’s cradle, bringing one of the marbles back. The two marbles at either end began to click back and forth.

They had been created as back up alarms in case any of his brothers came into his lab without his know-how. No-one could resist newton’s cradle, least Donnie’s brothers.

That being said, it set the alarm off. The alarm, and the clicking, and the spinning, and everything was too much for Donnie. He covered his ears and squeezed his eyes shut. He felt energy emanating from himself.

It was quiet. He dared to open his eyes.

Everything had ceased its doing. Odd. Everything was glowing purple— his shade of purple. Further, his ninpo’s shade of purple. Donnie looked down at himself and saw that he was glowing as well. Odder indeed. Perhaps ninpo responds to strong emotions now as well, Donnie theorized.

“Better fix this then,” he said to himself. He closed his eyes once more and concentrated. He thought of natural stillness, and how he just wanted nothing more but that. He felt a natural sort of calmness come over his lab, and he opened his eyes again. Everything was still, and not glowing with his Hamato ninpo.

“Good,” he nodded to himself, looking around the room. He glanced down at the ground where the atom miniaturizer lay. Donnie shook his head as he knelt down. “And to think all that chaos started with— Sure it is, Big Guy… Dangit…”

Sometimes he and Raph mixed each other’s words up— even if they were in different rooms, or complete opposite sides of the city— because they had obtained a portion of the hive-mind power when they had each merged with the Kraang.

“Sigh. Well, let’s see if there’s anything that got messed up…” Donnie said as he turned the object around. He got to the right side. “Nuts and bolts!” There were wires hanging out of the side. “Months of hard work put in, and it finally being ready for testing, only for it to break,” Donnie grumbled.

He started walking over to his work bench. He heard a giggling sound, and froze. “Hello?”, Donnie asked, turning around. The sound was coming from the table in the back of his lab, and it was definitely not anyone he knew that was making it. “Come out, heathen! Or face the wrath of Hamato Donatello. Ninja and genius, certainly no match for you,” Donnie called as he stepped closer.

On the ground in front of the table were screws… Screws that were meant to be in the machine in his hands, come to think of it. “You broke my atom miniaturizer… You deliberately took it apart! Oh-ho-ho, you may think you’re safe behind there, but you aren’t!”, the soft-shell threatened. He examined the wires; they were still connected, so there shouldn’t be any problems with the technology itself. Just the frame.

Donnie strode over to the table, bent over, and picked up the screws. He materialized a screwdriver for a moment, hastily screwing the bits of metal in. The screwdriver vanished at Donnie’s command.

As the purple masked Hamato looked up, a cat-like creature with black-fur, a tail with a pink tuft, and gray leopard print, leapt out at him. It’s eyes were emerald green. It giggled again. He fired the miniaturizer “gun” at it, and it dodged. It laughed harder, as if amused by his endeavors.

Donnie fired at it again, but the recoil didn’t push him back because it was going forward,,, it was because the frame came loose again, and the blast was being aimed at Donnie.

He dropped the machine, and squeezed his eyes shut. He felt as though his body was being crammed into a mold that it shouldn’t fit, and then he felt a pressure all around, like he couldn’t breathe, and then…! It was over.

He opened his eyes, unsure what to expect. But he when he did… well, there was the atom miniaturizer, on the ground in front of the table. And his lab… it was huge! Or rather, Donnie was small…

The cat emerged from behind the table, cackling. There was a sudden whoosh, and before him was not a cat, but a witch!

She had no hat, but her elf-y ears gave it away. She didn’t have colorful skin, however, but appeared to have black skin, as Donnie’s best friend did. She had lighter-colored magenta hair, and her black hair was growing out. She had green-blue heterochromia. She had a black— as in the color— patch on each ear-tip.

The girl continued to cackle as she picked up the miniaturizer. “Oo, Bella will love this new toy,” she said with a slight New York accent, examining Donnie’s technological miracle with a wondering eye. She glanced at the table. It had one thing on it: the blueprints for the atom size adjuster. She picked that up as well before storing it in the hammer-pocket. “Well, thank you for the laugh. I’ll be off now. See ya!” She pulled out a bottle and poured the white contents out on her head. A poof! of glittery white smoke, and she was gone.

Donnie sagged as reality sank in. No blueprints. He didn’t think he could materialize the miniaturizer with his ninpo either. He was stuck like this.

Ah, shell.

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Woo! First chapter ✔️

The art featured in this chapter was done by @random-fandom-and-stuff , and it's what inspired this fic!

[taylorswiftstyle]

Speak Now (Taylor's Version) | July 7, 2023

Reem Acra Spring 2022

The Speak Now TV photoshoot continues to pull through with its thoughtful homages to the original cover. If you’ll recall, both the original front and back covers of Speak Now (2010) saw Taylor wear two of the designer’s soft, frothy gowns from their Spring 2007 collection.

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[talldarkandroguesome]

1st of Hearthfire, Middas

The Farseer says my progress is better than she had anticipated, but that she has not the time to continue to train me as in depth as perhaps I would need.

I asked her if there were any wise women who might have the skill and time available to teach me, saying that I would be willing to make contributions to the tribe in any way I could to ensure that I was not simply taking away resources.

The Farseer told me that there is far too much the tribe must see to at this time. They need to gather their resources and begin the preparations for autumn’s harvest. I said I understood, for the winter survival of the tribe is far more important. I asked if my supplying the tribe with more food stores, things like saltrice or pickled vegetables might be enough to balance out the reduction in work.

The Farseer simply shook her head and told me that while I meant well, there were certain traditions that would still need to be maintained. That I could return again in winter to continue my lessons but that as a male, I would have to make myself vacant from their harvest rituals.

I thanked her for her hospitality and agreed that I would still send supplies to the tribe, probably sometimes in late Frostfall to ensure that their stores were not so depleted. She said we could discuss such matters at a later time.

As the Farseer was giving me final instructions for how to continue to practice in her absence, we heard a great deal of commotion from outside.

There was a great deal of cursing in Veothis and I could hear some distant yelling from what sounded like a Housemer.

We stepped outside to find a mer, dressed in the colors of House Hlaalu. Of course it was the Hlaalu who were making a fuss. Some of the wise women had managed to restrain him with ropes, so I knew that he had done some particularly egregious acts already. Clearly he had upset everyone.

To add insult to injury, he turned to me for aid, asking me if I was the man in charge. I laughed, which only seemed to fluster him further.

I told him that the Farseer was in charge and gestured to her. He got very upset and told me that he may be a visitor, but such a jest was unjust. He just wanted to speak with the man who ran the tribe.

I tried to explain to him that the Velothi were not like the Housemer, but he would not listen. Though he did seem to recognize I was also a Housemer. So he told me, that although the Ashlander women were lovely to look at, they were rather stingy when it came to his affections.

I spat at his feet. To think he would assume that I would ever act in such a manner as him! The lack of respect! The womanizing worm!

He was taken aback by my actions and asked if I was sick.

I felt a surge within me. A lust for making him an offering before The Three. To spill his blood across an altar while he screamed and writhed in pain.

The Farseer laid a hand upon my shoulder and it startled me from my rage. She told me that perhaps it was time to lay a great offering before the Ghost Snake.

I felt such glee to consider the wretched mer being devoured by the spectral serpent for his actions. His death would bring great favor to the tribe and help to improve all of their lives. This is more than just a sack of rats. A whole mer. Juicy and wriggling for the divine jaws.

It was as one of the wise women finally found something to gag the fetcher with that a young Housemer approached. She was not as bold, nor as arrogant. She introduced herself as Hlaalu Tevynni Hedran and asked politely if we could not free her employer.

Just then a huge swarm of ghosts flew down into the camp, clearly enraged about something. The Farseer was able to set them at rest, but then retired to her yurt to consult her visions for advice.

I overheard Tevynni trying to make deals with one of the wise women, offering to instead be the point of contact if only they would release her employer. I do not doubt that she would be a far better trader to do business with than the narcissist who was bound and gagged and coming very close to getting beaten about the face by the Gulakhan.

The Farseer eventually summoned me to her yurt and told me that I must send Nabne to seek the council of the Ghost Snake in these matters. She and the wise women would need to remain, in case more angry ancestors returned. Yet I had already asked favour of the Ghost Snake and so Nabine would be tasked with walking the path instead.

I found Nabine talking with one of the wise women regarding the situation and so she was more than happy to make the journey. I warned her to be careful, for as an outsider some of the ancestral spirits may attack her. She told me she had been hunting around the area for the past few days and knew where to be careful already.

I kissed her farewell and she headed out on her journey.

It was close to dusk when she returned with a wide grin. The Farseer called her in to her yurt and I strained to try and hear what had come to pass.

When Nabine came out she spoke with everyone to get their opinion. I tried to get her to tell me what had happened, but she shook her head and told me that she would honor her task and only get objective information.

In the end, she went back to the Farseer’s yurt and retrieved a snake totem, which she cast into the fire. The Farseer nodded and thanked her, before gesturing back to Nabine.

Nabine approached young Tevynni and asked her to step aside and speak. The Farseer then handed the bound mer off to the Gulakhan, who lead him away towards the path.

I went to bed that night satisfied that a soul was properly offered.

I wonder if Nabine will tell me what the conversation she had with Tevynni was....

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[strangetalesbychandra]

World building - A brief history and geography of the Planet Gamaran ( aka Big Crimson)

INTRODUCTION.

Now behold Planet Gamaran. A crimson planet located in the Larding Galaxy along its outer rim. Big and stark it dangles in the dark blue space of Larding. Suspended in air it seems in all its grandeur. Our heroes and heroines live on this planet. We’ll bet you’ve even heard of some of them. My what a motley crew they are! They’re the ones you don't need anymore. The creatures and fairies and lads and lasses you discarded, outgrew. The ones you left in your storybooks, gathering dust. Where did you think they went? They came home to Gamaran. They were out on loan in the first place. More about them later.

ASTRONOMY AND GEOLOGY

Thirty nine years ago, big man Atlas threw in the towel citing slip disc and a nappy rash. He started a small business making water pipes from his earth-bearing pension fund, of which there is only one other recipient, the vile midgard serpent Jormungandr (He used to hold Earthworld in place until came Ragnarok when he slithered down and put his fangs where Thor’s heart was). Atlas now runs a small business selling plumbing pipes in the 6th Arrondisement Nabn and has hired a manservant called Heftor to carry his grocery bags from the shops to his donkey cart. More about him later.

The-lift-the-earth-up-on-your-shoulders-for-all-eternity-not-taking-a-break-even-for-a-drink-of-water-forget-that-not-even-stopping-for-scratching-an-itch-or-adjusting-your-underwear gig was vacant for oh… some 976 years. Nobody could understand why there were no takers for it. Anybody should kill for the gig, clearly. The front runners were Cyclops and Goliath. Cyclops had just had a cataract operation on his one good eye, and Goliath was suffering from an inferiority complex - he felt there was no way he could do it. He imagined the numerous ways his bones could break and wept. Gamaran hurtled down towards the Great Floor of Larding for a little more than nine hundred years during a period that came to be known as ‘The Drop’. More on that later.

The big gig finally went to Bluebeard’s seven wives. It seemed to them that compared to being strung up on hooks in the basement bleeding to death, the prospect of hanging on to a globe for an eternity (give or take) seemed like a pajama party. The only trouble is, every 3 hours 42 minutes and 8 seconds, one of them lets go to squeeze a few errant hairs back into her bun. As a result, every 3 hours 42 minutes and 8 seconds, there’s something of a minor quake on Gamaran. This tremor goes mostly unnoticed by the inhabitants of the Crimson planet. And unfortunate as it sounds, also as a result of hairbun-adjusting, Gamaran sags a bit more down towards the floor of Larding. Scientists have calculated that at this rate, Gamaran will crash with the incoming groundfloor 8300 years from now ending all life on the planet. More later.

Now of course, these are just things the Early people of the planet believe. The funny thing about the history of Gamaran is that there are many different histories. It depends on who you ask. There’s actually nobody who’s ever written an account of it. There would really be no point of it because time doesn’t occur quite like you understand it. The past isn’t just something that happened, the present isn’t just happening now, and the future isn’t just something that’s about to happen. It all depends on how you come to be on the planet. It’s all about perspective. But mostly, it depends on how much you like a good story.

For instance, Take Cinderella . Not literally you rascal.

But a note on the inhabitants. The stories and journeys they take don’t necessarily end. They don't resolve. The lands between cities can be as far as someone needs to travel, and as close as calamity defines them. Characters from Big Crim in their stories always get what they need. Even if sometimes that need is failure or even death.

If a fellowship takes a quest to destroy,say, a ring or two, then the land simply changes, time shifts and histories change. Geographies melt away into things that serve the story. Always the story. STORY IS KING.

Do you want to be interesting or do you want to be right?

...So it goes.

A brief note on time.

Tralfamadorians - aliens from the planet Tralfamadore, who are written about in Kurt Vonnegut’s Slaughterhouse 5 are creatures who see 4 dimensions. To them ‘all events have happened and are simultaneously happening’.

Consider for a moment, the above allusion. Time is a strange old fruit. On Big Crim, it flows exactly the way you’re told it does, unless you’d need it not to flow in any particular way at all. Like I said earlier, everyone gets what they need here on Gamaran, but not necessarily what they want.

They can see stars, where they’ve been and where they’re going. So to them the heavens look like they’re filled with ‘ luminous rarefied spaghetti’.

They also believe that nothing can be changed, and nothing matters.

Short version. There’s no such thing as linear time here. The past, present and future can coexist if they need to. Then your point of reference is simply, only, truly, You. You are the stranger, and you bring perspective.

Some Important Cities

The city of Alaric B. Here everyone is standing for elections that are held every day, nobody gets elected because everybody always votes for themselves.

The city of Nages. h. A city inhabited by the sort of fruits that would write in to the government to complain about the use of the word ‘bastard’ in a film meant to entertain. Populated exclusively by college HODs, retired old farts who spend the day complaining there’s too much democracy, Oxford graduates and people who smell like bank managers.

City of Murph. Here, anything that can go wrogn, deos.

Allwyntown or simply Allwyn. The cosmic center of all stories that matter and many that don’t. Our first story ( and in fact stories) occur in allwyn as the starting point.

Some famous folk who call Allwyn their home: Mona Lisa. Cinderella. Einstein disguised as Robin Hood. Betty Davis. Pied Piper.

The Peoples of Big Crim.

The people of this planet are invariably upon a time. And usually once.

[wiadomosciprasowe]

Nordic Choice Hotels’ digitale utviklingsselskap eBerry starter globalt utvekslingsprogram

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Nordic Choice Hotels’ digitale utviklingsselskap eBerry starter globalt utvekslingsprogram

Dato: 21-03-2019 07:30 CET Opprinnelig tittel på pressemeldingen: Nordic Choice Hotels’ digitale utviklingsselskap eBerry starter globalt utvekslingsprogram Kategori: , Utdanning Arbeidsliv Reiser Økonomi, finans Vitenskap, teknikk Entreprenørskap Data, telekom, IT Hotell- restaurantvirksomhet

Med innovasjon for hotellgjestene og personlig utvikling for de ansatte i fokus, starter Nordic Choice Hotels opp utvekslingsprogrammet Boomerang via sitt digitale utviklingsselskap eBerry. Initiativet kommer fra de ansatte selv, og formålet er at de skal få muligheten til å bytte arbeidsplass med en annen i verden for en periode. Forventningen er at Boomerang skal generere nye ideer, nyttige erfaringer og økt kunnskap samt personlig utvikling hos deltakerne.

Det er tre år siden Nordic Choice Hotels startet opp sitt digitale utviklingsselskap eBerry. Formålet var å utvikle innovative opplevelser og tjenester for hotellkjedens gjester. I dag består eBerry av 180 spesialister som jobber på hovedkontorene i Stockholm og Oslo. Nå tar selskapet et nytt initiativ for både å videreutvikle virksomheten sin og skape en enda mer dynamisk og innovativ arbeidsplass for medarbeiderne sine. Sammen med andre innovative selskaper forskjellige steder i verden, lanserer de utvekslingsprogrammet Boomerang.

– eBerry er et selskap som har som hovedmål å forvandle ord som innovasjon og utveksling til praktisk handling hver dag. For å oppnå det, må vi ha medarbeidere som har det gøy på jobben og som hele tiden utvikles og utfordres. Boomerang er en vitamininnsprøytning i dette arbeidet, sier administrerende direktør i eBerry, Lisa Farrar.

Prosjektet starter opp i løpet av våren 2019, og om kort tid vil samarbeidsavtalen med andre selskaper omkring i verden bli signert.

– Vi håper og tror at vi skal finne en spennende miks av selskaper, og gjerne fra andre bransjer enn vår egen. Vi har egentlig bare to krav: At de, i likhet med oss, jobber for å ligge helt i tet når det gjelder å være en god arbeidsgiver, samt at de skal ha et særdeles høyt ambisjonsnivå når det gjelder utvikling og innovasjon, sier Farrar.

Ambisjoneb er at den første utvekslingen skal skje høsten 2019, og nabn ser for seg at utvekslingen kan omfatte alle i selskapet.

– Jeg håper at mange i eBerry melder sin interesse for dette. Det er en utrolig flott mulighet, og jeg håper selv å være en av dem som de nærmeste årene får anledning til å bytte arbeidsplass med en annen i verden for en periode, sier Farrar.

Vil du vite mer? Da kan du kontakte: Lisa Farrar, Chief Digital Officer Nordic Choice Hotels/CEO eBerry, +46 73 433 35 09 Peter Olofsson, Director of commercial distribution, +46 70 690 57 10

Fakta om eBerry: Eier: Nordic Choice Hotels. Antall ansatte: 180 personer Leder: Lisa Farrar Kontorer: Stockholm og Oslo.

Ansvarsområder: Technical development & innovation Loyalty & CRM, Nordic Choice Club Digital sales and ecommerce Customer Interaction Centre Marketing and Sales 3rd party distribution International leisure

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[marlaluster]

I do not wish this way of things!!!!! I do not believe in this!!!! This way of things is oppressed here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh my god!!!! This thing obsessed w its societys nabning!!!! It keeps bringing up im supposed to be gross n i dont wish to be agreeing w that of course because it is to be an insult n it is really pathetic n psycho but i dont wish to be nabbed so whatever is the reasoning i guess itll suffice for now but i dont wish any of this way of things to continue!!!!!!!!!! The devil keeps obsessing im supposed to be old n ugly etc!!!!!!! Its going so insane n obsessed n desperate!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't want this here, i dont want this here, i dont want this here, i dont want this here!!!!!!!!! Youre not allowed to have this here as something to be or something that has ever won any day or any time ever because it is so horrible n offensive n disgusting n hated here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Pretending you're not doing anything making people homeless n poor n saying some people are inferior to others such as saying some are mentally ill or dumb or whatever as truthfully whats happening!!!!!!!! So horrible here!!!!!!!!!!!!! You cant birth people in to be homeless!!!! So horrible, so irritating pretending you're not doing anything!!!!!! EXTREMELY IRRITATING!!!!!!!!! I HOPE THIS WAY OF THINGS FALLS SO VERY MUCH!!!!!!!

[giovaniluzzi]

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