#Tech Balance

[dress-a-difference]

Embracing The Tech Shift: How Technology is Transforming Our Lives and What We Should Do About It...

With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility… In a world where technology has become an integral part of our daily lives, it is impossible to ignore its profound impact on society. From simplified communication to enhanced productivity, technological advancements have revolutionized how we live and work. While these advancements have brought numerous benefits, they have also raised important…

[talentgum1]

Discover effective strategies for maintaining a healthy balance between screen time and engaging in skill-building online co-curricular activities for children. Explore practical tips to ensure your child's development and well-being in the digital age.

[stonebridgeacademy]

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[itsindiana]

i think we don't talk about what the driving force behind each batcher is enough. like if u think abt it hunter often acts out of fear ( not cowardice , fear that his ppl will get hurt duh ) , while crosshair often acts out pain , tech acts with logic , wrecker with love , and echo ? echo acts out of being true hater

[nerfpuncher]

Echo: I slept for almost 12 hours, but I might still be tired so ima go for 12 more just in case.

Tech: Echo that's a coma

Echo: Sounds festive

[spockvarietyhour]

[faceofpoe]

have we stopped and considered what it will do to Hunter if the operative is in fact Tech?

Omega crying to go back, he might be hurt and need them.

The whole everything about the impossible math with Crosshair and the chip and we didn't have a choice "And I did?"

Vs... [potential] Tech being something so much worse?

I mean. Man.

[pup-pee]

for kart request, can we get more disabled!bart and kon?

!!!! them!!!!!!

uhm,,,,,,,then also i fucked up the download of this drawing so ;;

I DREW THE OUTFITS SLUGGY DREW THEM IN BC THE DRAWING IS STUCK IN MY HEAD AKSJFHSJKDGHFJA

[heyclickadee]

Anyway, Tech and Phee would (will) be that hyper-competent adventure couple who would also absolutely awaken the ancient horrors on purpose on a bi-monthly basis.

[gummi-stims]

Aibo trick!

[millidank]

[WIP]

Pinocchio doing the... the parry thing. The parry wah-wah shing-! *parrys the enemy*

*gets conked*

[godsfavoritescientist]

Building off of what I wrote in my fic "Sparks," I'm really compelled by the idea of Ford genuinely no longer being interested in sailing around in a boat with Stan by the time they were seniors in high school.

I like the idea of it not being just a symptom of the resentment that had been building between them, nor it being a dream of Ford's that only paled in comparison to west coast tech, but it being a genuine loss of interest on Ford's end. I think it complicates things even further in some really juicy ways.

Like, imagine going through high school slowly losing more and more interest in the dream you've shared with your twin and only friend ever since you were little kids. How do you break it to him? How do you explain it to him without making it sound like a rejection of him? Without it making him hate you?

How do you explain it without it feeling like a spit in the face to all the hard work he's put into a plan that started out as a way of him comforting you by telling you "it doesn't matter what people say about you, you're going to be an adventurer who sails away into the sunset and never has to hear their mockery ever again, and there will be babes and treasure and heroism, and then they'll all see how cool you really are!"

And all through high school you think to yourself, "he's going to move on to more realistic dreams any day now, and then I won't have to say anything about it!" But no matter how many times you mention something else he could do with his life that he seems interested in, or bring up the challenging logistics of traveling around long-term in a boat, he sounds just as committed to the childhood dream as ever, and completely oblivious to how apprehensive you sound.

So resentment grows, little by little. Because that's easier than confronting the soul-crushing levels of guilt that are building up inside of you, every time you don't take an opportunity to tell him you don't want to do the plan anymore. You don't have a single person in your life who modeled how to have difficult conversations for you. As far as you know, having this conversation with Stan would crush him into tiny little pieces and then he would hate you forever, and you can't stand the idea of losing the only friend you've ever had.

So tensions grow. A lack of interest turns into a bitter resentment that, if you were really being honest with yourself, is directed more at yourself than it is at Stan.

And then the falling-out happens, and it seems like you were proven right. Stan hates you now, and he's never going to forgive you for giving up on his dream. But two can play that game, so you try to hate him too. Because if you hate him too, then maybe it won't hurt as much that he never came back. That he never even turned up at school, or by the boat, or in through your bedroom window in the middle of the night. He knows what dad's like, and how he says impulsive exaggerated things when he's angry, and haven't you both dealt with his harsh words countless times before and been able to dust yourselves off and joke about it later? So why isn't he back at home, joking with you about how absurd your dad acted that night, being impossible and belligerent about ruining your dream, but at least now you're even, because you've ruined his dream too.

-

And now imagine you find out he risked the lives of everyone in existence to bring you back, right after you had accepted your fate was to die killing Bill. It would be terrifying and confusing and infuriating. If he cared so much, why didn't he do something to reconnect with you sooner? Why did he ignore you in favor of trying to make it big without you? Why didn't he take the infinitely safer and simpler action of reaching out to you without you having to track down his address and send a desperate plea for help? You were convinced that he didn't care enough to bother with you unless you had an important enough reason for him to come. But even then, he thought your plans were stupid. He didn't want anything to do with you, not even with the world at stake.

Did he save your life out of guilt? Does he pity you that much? It doesn't add up with what he did in the decade leading up to shoving you into the portal. And the dissonance between the version of him in your head that hates you, and the man who held out his arms to welcome you back to your home dimension, is so strong that you feel like you're being lied to again, like you're back in the depths of gaslighting and manipulation that Bill put you through, even though there's no way that's what Stan is trying to do... right? You can't figure it out, so you run away from it. You don't want to know the answer to whether or not Stan hates you, because you don't know which answer would hurt more, so you try to make him hate you more than ever, because at least then you would know for sure how he feels.

And in the end, after he sacrifices his memories for you, and for the world, things seem clearer. The layers upon layers of confusion and anger and hurt seem to have washed away like drawings in the sand, leaving behind the simple truth: that you two had an argument, and didn't move past it for forty years, and despite everything you put each other through, you both still want to re-connect.

So you sail away in a boat together.

And at first, it's wonderful. It's exactly what you want. It feels like an apology to Stan, and a thank-you for saving the world, and a once-in-a-lifetime chance to heal the rift between you two, and it's good to be back on earth, and you wonder why you ever doubted the dream you two once had.

But then, after the first long journey you spend on the sea together, when you get back home to dry land, Stan is already talking about planning your next adventure out on the open sea. He recaps every adventure you had on the first trip, over and over again, and he wants to chat with you all through the morning and long into the night, and you don't have the words to explain to yourself that you don't have enough social battery for this, and suddenly you're slipping back into the horrifyingly familiar feeling of Stan being overbearing and needing space from him and how could you think that? How could you think that about him after everything he's done for you and everything he's forgiven you for? But the longer this goes on, the more you realize that you still don't want to spend the rest of your life sailing around with Stan. It's great fun in moderation, but the idea of your whole life revolving around Stan and going on adventures with Stan and being in a boat with Stan with no time to be by yourself thinking about your own things and figuring out your own dreams makes your skin crawl with a claustrophobic kind of panic that you still don't know how to put into words forty years after the first time this feeling grabbed you by the throat and ruined your friendship with Stanley.

But the first time this happened, it nearly ruined his life forever. You can't let yourself feel this. You don't feel this. You're happy to spend the rest of your life fulfilling Stan's lifelong dream, and making up for the time you crushed his dream, and sure, maybe he crushed your dream once too, and maybe it would be nice for him to support your dreams like you're now doing for him, but you can't say that. He saved the universe, and it would be horrible and ungrateful and cruel for you to try to voice these feelings, especially when you don't know how to voice your feelings without it making other people feel like you twisted a knife into their gut. So you try to pretend the feeling isn't there.

You go out on a boat with Stan again. You planned out another incredible journey together, and this should be fun, and you should be happy about this, but the unspoken feeling you shoved as far down in yourself as it could possibly go is eating you alive. The worst part? Stan is starting to notice. You have never been good at hiding your emotions. The trick to it has always been to convince yourself you don't feel it at all, and not think about it, and that has always worked like a charm. But whenever the emotion claws its way back up to the forefront of your mind, you can tell Stan knows something is wrong. So you can't even give him the happy ending he deserves. You can't even convince him that you want to be here on the open seas forever with him, like he deserves. And you keep trying and trying to hide it, but Stan keeps asking in roundabout ways, like "You're being awfully quiet, sixer," and "whats that look on your face?" and eventually it comes exploding out of you like a shaken-up soda bottle dropped on its cap.

And then it's like you're back at home in New Jersey again, standing in the living room while dad grabs Stanley by the shirt. It all comes pouring out of you, in the worst possible way, with the worst possible phrasing, like a pandora's box of monstrousness, and Stan tries to fight back against the sting of your words, but you're made out of acid and you're burning through him and you can see it on his face, and there's never any coming back from this, not this time, you'll just have to either jump into the ocean or become a monster forever, so Stan can hate you more easily again, and-

-and at the end of the outburst, you're still on a boat in the middle of nowhere in the ocean with your brother, in dangerous waters, and you have things to do to keep the boat running smoothly.

You can't run away from him. He can't run away from you. You're stuck here for at least a couple more weeks, even if you turned around and sailed back towards shore right away.

-

And the thing that compels me so much here, despite how unbelievably angsty it all is, is that it sets up a situation wherein the Stans might end up forced to actually address the decades of resentment and confusion and wanting-to-reconnect-throughout-it-all that they thought they could gloss over and heal with enough time spent adventuring together on a boat. They might end up forced to actually address the crux of the issue that drove them apart in the first place: Ford wanting a little more space to feel like his own person, and to feel like he's able to have his own dreams, too.

It wouldn't happen easily, nor right away, but if they were stuck together on a little boat in the middle of nowhere surrounded by magical creatures they have to protect each other from in order to make it back home alive, then after they had one fight where they brought up all the things they silently agreed to never bring up again, it would probably happen many more times, and each time it would leave them both angrier at each other than ever, until eventually something honest slipped through amidst all the saying-anything-except-what-they-mean bickering. And once enough of these honest moments slipped through, then they would have a thread to tug on to start to unravel the gargantuan knot of their decades of unresolved conflicts.

And then, eventually, maybe Stan could learn that he can have a good friendship with his brother without needing to be glued to him at the hip, and Ford needing a certain amount of alone time doesn't mean he dislikes him or wants to abandon him, and Ford could learn that he can be honest and have a meaningful connection with someone without it driving them away and making them hate him.

[stellar-haikyuu]

i love how lots of haikyuu relationships tend to be extrovert-introvert, just in vastly different flavors. obviously, there's more to it than just introversion-extroversion pairings, but the dynamics make me feel so seen.

as an introvert, i truly appreciate my extrovert friends for encouraging me to get out more often, updating me on things i wouldn't have learned on my own, sharing their sunshine energy, among other things.

what i love the most is that my extrovert friends accept me for who i am! they respect my boundaries and listen to me. they never push me to do things i'd be uncomfortable with. they're so perceptive and considerate it nearly makes me cry at times.

i suppose that's why my love for one haikyuu character automatically extends to their other half. i was enamoured by kageyama, hinata followed. i had kenma brainrot, kuroo joined in. akaashi started living in my head rent-free, now he shares the space with bokuto. hell, i wanted to adopt goshiki and somehow shirabu wormed his way in. asahi and nishinoya. tanaka and kiyoko. yamaguchi and tsukishima. futakuchi and aone. kindaichi and kunimi. iwaizumi and oikawa. ushijima and tendou. MAN i could go on.

don't get me wrong, i love other friendships/pairs that don't necessarily follow the aforementioned pair pattern. it's just that in high school, i used to think "extroverts are annoying, i'll stick to my introvert friends, thanks." i was very particular about it until college, where i met extroverts that changed my life for the better.

i realized that even if we didn't share similar wavelengths/central traits, we still complemented and grounded each other. we grew together and made each other better. seeing that beauty reflected in so many haikyuu friendships just made me feel whole? complete? fulfilled? idk the word, but it felt like something came full circle for me.

that's all, i love the haikyuu kiddos and their friendships so much! 🥹

[shadowthian]

i wanna start doing semi-regular minecraft singleplayer streams but im torn on a modpack to do (vanilla is great but i've been playing the game for 14 years- WOW THATS FUCKED UP- and modpacks spice things up wonderfully)

anyone got modpack recommendations? i mainly enjoy magic/farming/decoration mods and stuff that gives me extra blocks to build with. can be forge or fabric, preferably under 350 mods. open to checking out anything!

[querido-eh-dump]

Initial sketches I did long ago. Predictably, i did these two first

Then... them again and then the rest lol.

I had fun thinking about these designs and why they could fit each character (for me), but honestly, i feel I did Evan's too simple. I was gonna make him a mummy at first... but i felt it was a bit mean lol. Still, here is this (two versions), to make up for it in a way.

[whatudottu]

Actually wanted to address your tags re: tails

The tail isn't actually symbolic of anything it's more of a personal body plan choice since mechamorph's are shape shifters

I actually did give toddler ship a nubby tail (that's gonna disappear as he grows more) and Aether also has a stumpy tail too (personal choice). Ephem doesn't have one and upgrade and baz-l won't have them either

Evolutionarily tails do provide allot of balance, realistically Ship would probably benefit from having a tail but all those nanites are going to growing him limbs longer

Ah woopies, just a little misinterpretation then! Only spotted them on designs that with meta-knowledge - I guess - looked like a non-standard body plan, and I guess technically that’s true but for different reasons than I assumed :P

Either way, I really do like the tails and I guess with shapeshifters (even if for mechamorphs it’s exclusively shape shifting) one can have literally any body plan within physical reason, but now I’m wondering if ‘tails for balance’ symbiots and ‘tails for aesthetic’ adults I’d suppose have some form of differences haha! Xenobiology on the mind and all!