#Smart Cam

[wamathai]

LG's new smart cam seeks to elevate user experience in its smart Tvs

LG's new smart cam seeks to elevate user experience in its smart Tvs

LG Electronics has launched a revolutionary Smart Cam (model VC23GA), which offers users unrivaled convenience and an enhanced user interaction experience. The device seamlessly integrates with LG’s webOS-powered smart TVs. To provide a host of premium apps and services that cater to the diverse needs of customers. With its Full HD (FHD) video camera, built-in dual microphones, and multi-view…

[godsfaultycreations]

Animal Crossing Time

the sillies playing animal crossing

Taco Bell

[sophfandoms53]

All this celebration when 3 of these 5 ppl haven’t rlly played all season to be here,,,

[jellyfish-grave]

I've been normal about rain code these last three days (tw: selfcest-ish ship! Click off if Ur uncomfy) (and spoilers warning ofc)

Closeups under cut

[tanjir0se]

You could convince me to watch the *checks notes* loser rangers anime? 👀

SKCNCJSKSK!!!!!!

Were you a Power Rangers kid??? Are you over-saturated and bored by modern superhero media?? Do you long for a fresh take on the “dark side” of Sunday Morning cartoons that ISN’T grimdark and irony poisoned and lame?? Do you like absolutely incompetent cringefail losers and their hot murder girlfriends???!!? Then come on down to…

✨GO! GO! LOSER RANGER!✨

We’ve got it all! :

Protagonist that just fucking sucks at everything

Like. Really REALLY fucking sucks. At everything. Cant even figure out how to eat food. Hates everyone and has no friends. He’s just like me fr.

He’s like if Sasuke was the worst ninja ever like couldn’t even throw a kunai but still thought he was better than everyone else and kept the exact same pretentious attitude. I’m obsessed with him.

A fun, unique twist on the Power Rangers-esque Sunday Morning cartoons of our childhood that pokes fun at the 90s era camp of that genre of media while still feeling genuinely heartfelt and respectful to the spirit of the source material it’s satirizing

If villain bad, why sexy?

Hot Murder Lady

Genuinely just like a fun silly plot that isn’t too serious (yet) and can be enjoyed casually (or not casually if you’re a freak like I am) and really hits different if you were a power rangers kid like I was

Cool animation with a unique style that feels like a lot of love went into it

Did I mention if villain bad, why sexy??

HIBIKI SAKURAMA💅🏻💕💖💖🌸🌸

OOOHHHH YOU WANNA WATCH GO! GO! LOSER RANGER SOOOOO BAD

[pvtjoker22]

I saw Monkey Man last week and all I keep thinking about was how Dev Patel and hijra/trans folks beat the snot out of the villains for working class folks everywhere and revenge, all to a Bloodwood needle-drop.

Also, I need more scenes of Dev Patel using his teeth to kill bad guys. Just all the bad guys.

[anxiously-kk]

you know sometimes i watch this show because i love to analyze gameplay and strategize on what would be good moves for everyone to make and just like work my brain. and sometimes i watch this show cause my anxiety is horrendous and i just wanna see cuties be silly little jelly beans and maybe they are bad at the game and maybe they aren’t all on the same side but idc cause i’m just like really zen and calm ok

[hannahwatchesbigbrother]

I can’t believe these people are afraid of a 22 year old whose whole game is already figured out by the whole game

Like I keep seeing people saying “but it’s the smartest move to get Cory out” like is it though???? His game is very transparent. Playing the middle is only good if people don’t know you’re doing it, and everyone knows. The only person that truly trusts him is America and maybe Jag. He’s not even someone you need to backdoor; you can very easily put him up and get him out next week

Like the only thing he did was take out Jared and more than half the house was going to make the same move. He’s also more inclined to go after blue next week than cam like stop saying this is the smartest move for Cam because it’s clearly not and it’s clearly personal and just call it what it is.

You can say that you don’t like Cory and that’s why you want him to make the move but seriously I don’t think you can say it’s the smartest move

[bbsidehustle]

also i thought the houseguests with the disadvantage wouldn’t be allowed to be in the house but the fact that they are kinda makes the disadvantage interesting? like they have to rely SOLELY on their social play

[nikkiruncks]

Doll Parts (2) (12x24) || Kids In America (1x10)

[drakey-wakey]

been working with my darling Baby Kitty trying to get her trained to go for walks in her bag and she figured it out so quick ;w; she went from crawling into the bag on the ground to jumping into it while it's on my back in like 15 minutes of working with her

[jupiterjunebug]

Unfortunately jerichos postmatch promo was so funny

[daisychainsandbowties]

a light, or a blessing, or a bruise

the Dishonored au

chapter 1: rot? or wildflowers?

Rating: M

words: 4k

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The first time the Outsider appears in her dreams, Camila remembers nothing but her eyes.

Perhaps her hands, too, though it is not possible that the Voice of the Void touched her. That she would want to, or that she would dare.

She is there, the first time, on the night they take her arm.

There is chaos in the Dust District, as Camila treads along gutter pipes and slips past darkened windows.

It is the quiet kind; the panic of a people who are used to closing their mouths or choking on the dust in the air. Camila races above it all, touching the edge of each rooftop before vaulting across, catching the far ledge with her fingers or the crook of her elbow, fetching softly up against the fraying bricks. She climbs the scaffolds hand-over-hand, disturbing discarded tools in her haste.

They are building some great contraption over the district - metal fanning high overhead as ungraceful as a snake.

Beneath it the district itself is a jumble of close-knit streets that jut up out of the sea. It reminds Camila of nothing so much as a whale carcass when it is almost stripped of meat; the great curve of its rib bones, the stiff knobs of its spine, the scent of pain past endurance. The echo of a song.

It is a place all stripped of flesh, bare and gaunt against the endless moan of wind whipping through the narrow streets, folding past the drapes that the residents put against their windows to keep the dust out. They cannot afford glass, but the cloth is a poor substitute, and so there is dust in the water and in their beds and in every word of every sentence they speak.  

The Grand Guard are everywhere; an oil-slick of blue coats and bared steel.

Camila kills four of them before she gets close to Stilton’s Manor, cupped as it is in the heart of the district, and by the time she sees the great vault door, propped open and surrounded by a fan-shape of red-coated men and women, she has blood up to her elbows and dust stuck in between her teeth.

She drops from the fifth storey of a tenement building, slipping down vent-shafts, cutting her fingers on drainpipes, slapping onto the pavement with the easy grace of a talent honed over two decades.

Her knee twinges after the final five-metre drop, but it’s the knee that Daud - Suzanne - kicked almost clean through when she and her Whalers caught up to Camila, after she betrayed them all to the Overseers. It was the culmination of all her ambitions. It was the worst day of her life.

She stayed and watched as the Overseers poured into the Flooded District, as they died on the bridge-crossing, as they played their soft, strange music, which made the bones inside of Camila’s body twitch and twinge, as though longing to make themselves into instruments.

She was glad when they caught her. Glad when Suzanne pressed her blade up against her carotid, angling to slash the artery and the windpipe and leave her head hanging on by threads and sinew and the stem of her spine. Death was her inheritance, one way or another, and it made sense to her that, having been raised as a blade, she would die on the end of one.

But then the Knife of Dunwall let her go. Let her walk free, and it was worse than all the death sentences in the world.

Her knee is a reminder. A foolish one, now, when she is about to make another mistake.

Her pistol is slippery in her grip as Camila steps lightly along the alley, keeping to the deep shadows where rats flit underneath her feet. She should be afraid of them, but they are mostly the white ones, whose bones glow faintly blue when they are split open. They like her, she thinks. One day she will pay for thinking so, probably, but if there are enough of them in that alley for a swarm they do not seem inclined towards it.

Maybe there’s too little meat on me, Camila thinks. It is true enough.

She stops in the hook of shadow that the building’s end throws down into the alley, folding her body into the angle of it. Suzanne taught her this - the geometry of concealment, knowing where and how and why a shadow will fall. Lessons laid out on little sheets of flimsy all strewn over the desk in that broken hotel, in the corner of the room with blueprints tacked onto the walls, whalebone relics singing from inside a locked chest, the bonecharms on Suzanne’s bandoleer whispering shyly to Camila as she worked on the puzzles.

Suzanne sketched them out for her in her haphazard hand. And it made Camila feel queer and clever to be doing mathematical things like translation, talking about vectors and rays and the visible spectrum of light.

That was the first place she learned of the Void, and the woman who lives there all alone.

The Outsider, the name soft-spoken, though all the other Whalers - save the skeleton crew needed to make their hideout safe - were away on their missions. Selling murder for coins, putting dead-drops along Suzanne’s likely routes, seeking rumours and hidden ways and all the secrets of Dunwall. There was a tilt to her hooded head, a puzzle on her mouth, as Suzanne leaned on the desk and said, I think she lets me see beyond the visible spectrum. Into ultraviolet where the wavelengths are short, and perhaps to infrared.

I don’t know what those are.

A pause and a decision before Suzanne said, It’s nothing.

So Camila did her sums and shut her mouth, but she remembers the lessons. She knows how to hide her body inside of shadows even if the Outsider has never spoken to her.

continue on Ao3

[drunkonschadenfreude]

captain going down with his ship

[petzel]

experimenting with an old dslr

[hybridmindthoughtsreloaded]

'Creepy' New AI Traffic Cams Peer Into Cars Seeking Violations

If you don't fight the smart grid, you're going to get the world you deserve.