#also the double stripped branches

[mephiles-the-jester]

rewatching wreck it ralph the worldbuilding is actually insane for how many worlds there are to build i love it,,time for some random thoughts while i watch the movie in a single post

i like felix and ralph,and i think with the scene in the hallway on its own people can see felix not liking ralph but when you see him next to the nicelanders its clear he really does want to let ralph into the anniversary party when he comes,he doesnt want to tell him to leave despite how everyone doesnt want him there, i think inversely to how ralph finds it difficult to break from being the 'bad guy', felix finds it difficult to break from being the 'good guy',, or smth like that idk,,,

other thing, i love how the movie treats vanellope,like she's a child and so silly but shes also a strong parallel to ralph and it takes her seriously for it, i don't know why ive noticed that but its really cool to think about. it might be a while since ive watched movies with a child protagonist like her but i noticed it and i appreciate how shes not written off as just a child ralph just relates to, because she gets what its like for ralph and she knows it

no huge thoughts on felix and calhoun i love them both,also god i with that were me,,,(both of them)

also ive been thinking this for years and i must come out and say it now that i have the chance,,but king candys warning to ralph i think is the movie's best example of how much it succeeded with its storytelling and with both its princess vanellope reveal and its turbo motivation reveal. because vanellopes glitch getting the game put out of order when players see it, and her not being able to escape the cabinet being unplugged are,,like actual concerns if she was a regular racer,like if she wasnt a princess and an actual game anomaly than that scenario might happen, because she really cant escape the game when the cybugs do come, and she does retain her glitch ability when she enters the roster,,. and it makes ralph destroying her kart more sad than infuriating because you know as much as him and that he wants to keep her out of danger, and despite king candy being an antagonist,the audience isnt told why he truly doesnt want her in the race, and he gives a realistic explanation to ralph of a series of events that could threaten vanellope, and mislead the audience while giving foreshadowing. after all, turbo does have experience glitching a game into getting unplugged,,so,,,

also while writing this ralph telling king candy that the players will love vanellope and king candy going "and if they dont",,,im gonna hit that candy cane stripped ass mf 12 yards across a willy wonka world of imagination,,,with glasses

damn this movie look gorgeous the scene of ralph talking to gene with the orange out of order sign is beautiful,,

i think when i first watched the movie i thought it was unfair that vanellope had a built in power up in the form of glitching around when she gets added to the roster,but candlehead can turn cherries nearby into bombs so ill accept that,,i would play a real game of this tbh

i love turbo and ralph/felix recognising the other immediately since they were literally neighbours when turbo was plugged in, and you can even notice it in the salmon castle when king candy cane recognise ralph despite the audience getting the vibe that he just stays in sugar rush,(he has to because he probably has his disguise only in that game)

vanellope keeping her glitching is great for the disability allegory of her character, becoming a princess doesnt magically solve what happened to her code being disconnected like that and thats fine, she just becomes an absolutely busted racer that all the players are gonna use and i love that for her

the characters who got their game unplugged being invited to a bonus level is so funny,they dont even have to deal with copyright its perfect

in conclusion: wreck it ralph i think has become a favourite movie of mine

[gingerteawrites]

cowboy suguru x reader?? 🤭🤭 slightly suggestive if it’s floating ur boat that way but love a fluff read as well, just down bad for geto

A/N: Relating hard on the down bad part, pookie. Sorry it took a bit for me to come around and write this. I've been a bit sick so all my writing has ground to a halt. I hope this somewhat meets your expectations! Also, am I romanticizing the Wild West in the 1800s? Yes… As a black person I am painfully aware of that, but this is why we do fanfiction. To simple ignore such trifling rules. :))

Content: Geto x female reader, wild west setting, rancher Geto.

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“It’s a mighty hot day to open up shop, isn’t it, miss?” Old Morris announced from your front porch, wiping sweat off of his face with a white handkerchief that had definitely seen better days.

The chatty Sheriff had been the first person to accost you when you arrived in the small town of Hay Point —named after the abundance of horse ranches in the small area. The only place within miles with soils arable enough to sustain agriculture and summers just tolerable enough to allow fruit to ripen before it shriveled up on the branches.

Though, judging by the sweat that dripped down your decolletage, the heat was still far from comfortable.

Most nights since the three weeks you arrived, you half debated packing up all your things and leaving to find another place to start anew. With all the money you had amassed during your activities further East, there was certainly a place better than this for you to disappear.

Hay Point could barely even be called a town. It was little more than a pit stop in the scorched lands of the wild west. An occupation stripped to its bare bones: A livery that stood across from your small store, a saloon with some lodgings attached to it, the Sheriff’s office that doubled as a postal office (and the single jail cell it held at the back) and by some miracle, a doctor’s office ran by the frail Dr. Smith and his teenage daughter Ana.

But maybe this was why it might just be the best place to stay. In the middle of nowhere. And the rare travelers that visited your stores always whispered; that everyone who came to stop at Hay Point had come running from something. Secrets laid heavy in the town’s dust. Which meant no one would come poking into your own.

You gave the sheriff a polite smile, waving him inside when you opened the door and flipped the chalkboard sign from “closed” to “open”. Your heart sung at the sight of the board every time you opened. It was the prettiest cursive penmanship you had ever been able to muster.

“Business’ gotta get done,” you had learned the saying relatively recently, but did not tire of repeating it. Sheriff Morris gave a chuckle, only slightly amused by your remark.

Regardless of what you had initially thought of the man –which was that he could be a grump and smelled like he only showered once a week –he was a faithful costumer. Coming every morning to buy a pack of your premium pre-rolled cigarettes, a rarity in these parts of the country. And you would not turn down anyone who brought in reliable business.

Without him saying a word, you fetched the pack, held in their pristine white and blue box on one of your higher shelves, and moved to the back of your register. The old machine clicked and rattled when you pressed its keys to indicate the price of the goods.

“That’ll be ¢50,” you slipped him the box, and he fetched the coins from his pocket, already counted for you. They clinked against the metal surface of the register’s cash drawer.

“Thank you kindly,” he tipped his hat at you. He turned to the box, thumb caressing its smooth surface as if it was a treasure trove. “I swear the tobacco they use in these gotta be grown from heaven’s soil. So smooth-” his musings interrupted by a heavy cough.

At least he had the decency to cough away from your general direction.

“They do things different up North,” you crossed your arms in front of you, still maintaining a polite demeanor.

In the early morning you did not have many costumers, and you took the chance to quickly scan the perimeter of your store. It was a humble size, with shelves mounted flush against the wall, lined with goods you had managed to bring from your adventures in farther lands.

Textiles, cigarettes, lighters. Hardware tools, toiletries and imported coffee beans (those had cost you a fortune), among other things.

The commodities were rare. Precious. But despite their presence, your store felt decidedly empty. If you wanted to have a thriving business —and the competitive streak that ran in your blood certainly wanted that—you needed more.

Your eyes returned to the sheriff, who had carefully slipped out one of the thin cigarettes and lodged it between his lips.

“You wouldn’t happen to know someone I can get some more goods from?” You adjusted the fabric of your shirt, the material clinging to your skin in some places.

God, this heat.

“I’d like to get some eggs and maybe even fresh produce. So people who are passing by don’t need to stop at individual ranches to trade?” the explanation rolled from your tongue, in the same way your mind had just formulated them.

“Just a bunch of grumpy men runnin’ these farms, sweetheart,” the Sheriff accented and shook his head, mouth twisting in displeasure. Something told you that he didn’t have the best relationship with the men in question.

Your expression fell slightly. You needed to find other alternatives then. For you, there were never insurmountable roadblocks. Only momentary setbacks. That is how you had been able to survive all these years. Interpreting your focus as sadness, he huffed softly.

“But I know one fella,” he lit his cigarette, a thin whisp of white smith drifting from the end that was ablaze. “Most tolerable man in these parts.” He puffed more smoke out of the side of his mouth; the cigarette still held firmly between his lips. “Might be interested in trading with ya.��

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The blazing sun steamed the air, making every inhale feel like a step closer to cooking your insides.

Warm, humid, just plain disgusting.

But somehow, the stewing conditions did not slow Suguru down. He had work to do, and only after it was done would he indulge in the cool reprieve of his home.

The man adjusted his hat, so it shielded more of his eyes from the blinding sun before hoisting another bucket of water from the well. With such heat the fruit trees needed to be kept well hydrated, or the yield would be an absolute catastrophe.

He had just filled the fifth bucket he needed to carry to the orchard when a knock resounded on the thick wood of his ranch’s main gate.

His brows furrowed in confusion.

Kento was not due for another week.

And since that one encounter with train robbers who had tried hiding on his land, he had grown to hate surprises. Maybe he should just ignore the intruder altoget-

“Hello?” another knock sounded, more insistent this time. “Is anyone there?” A strange woman’s voice. And judging by her accent, she was not from anywhere near here. His curiosity got the better of him and before he knew it, he had made his way to the gate and unlocked it.

The old hinges groaned lowly as they opened, revealing a woman, shorter by about a head. She had a certain brazenness about her stance. Immediately, Suguru could tell —she was either going to be very entertaining, or massive trouble.

He tipped his hat in greeting, leaning his arm over the arch of the fence, offering her respite from the sun with the way the shadow of his body draped over her.

“Afternoon, miss,” his voice rolled out in a smooth, calm wave.

There was a small buggy behind her attached to one of the horses he recognized was often rented out by the livery. She must have been a skilled driver if he hadn’t even heard her approach. Or maybe the buzzing of cicadas was what had drowned out the sound. “How can I help ya?”

“Afternoon, sir,” she sounded out of breath. “I’m looking for the owner of this ranch. The name’s Suguru Geto.”

Suguru retained his relaxed posture, but surprise bubbled up in him. What ever was she looking for him for?

“He’s standing right in front of ya’,” he cocked his head, examining the surprise flickering in her expression. “What can I do for ya, darlin’?”

She took in a hefty breath, absently adjusting the hem of her shirt again.

The woman looked hot —literally—though it would not be wrong to use the term figuratively either. Now concerned that she would pass out in front of his property, Suguru opened the gate wider. “Actually, why don’t ya tell me over a glass of fresh water?”

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It was easy for you to accept. Your usual guard and inhibitions dropped in the sweltering heat.

God, you could not fathom how people managed to work outside in these conditions.

Though, you uttered no complaints about the sight it offered you. Suguru Geto was closing his door shut, removing his black leather hat and hanging it on the wall before turning to you. His ebony hair was tied in a neat ponytail at the base of his neck. His sleeves were rolled high on his arms, revealing the lean muscles that rippled underneath.

He was a more slender man than many men you had seen in your life. But you could tell he was strong —strong enough to do all the work around here at least, it looked.

His eyes caught yours and he gave a small smirk.

Shit —he had caught you staring. But refusing to appear nervous, you held his gaze.

He placed a metal cup on the coffee table in front of you, its contents cool to the touch when your fingers wrapped around it. Without a second thought you gulped down the water, feeling relief begin to wash over you.

“Thank you,” you placed the empty cup down, fetching a handkerchief from the pocket in your trousers to swipe at your face, suddenly conscious of how you much you probably looked like a sweaty mess.

He took the seat across from you, a carved wooden chair, and rested his hands along its arms. He looked so collected, almost like he had lounged all day instead of laboring under the sun.

“So…” he drew the words out, waiting for you to put the handkerchief away. Maybe you had imagined the way his eyes trailed after it while you wiped the column of your neck and dipped it past your collar. Yes, you surely had. “How can I help ya’?”

Now having regained your composure, your words came easy. Direct and certain as you explained. “I recently moved into town. Own the general store across from the livery,” you explained.

“Guess stingy McCoy finally managed to sell that old building,” he commented, and you found yourself nodding. Roy McCoy had driven a hard bargain, even though the store and the living quarters it held upstairs were far from being in stellar condition. But you had wanted the place, or rather needed it.

“I’m looking into forming a business relationship with you, Mr. Geto,” you leaned in closer, practicing that tone the New Yorker businessmen you observed used to whip out when they were eager to close a deal. “Basic goods —eggs, milk, and any produce you’d be willing to trade. I will, of course, pay you what you require.”

A hint of amusement danced in the man’s eyes.

Entertaining it is, he thought, a relaxed smirk painting his lips. He liked what he was hearing.

“You offer a very tempting deal miss ____?” You said your name. He nodded, as if pleased by the sound of it. “How much do you require?”

Your expression turned pleasant, a quaint smile pulling at your lips. Sheriff Morris was right. In fact, Geto was proving more than tolerable. “We’d start small, so I can gauge demand…”

You spent the better part of the next hour discussing delivery, reordering agreements and expected terms for the new business relationship. Energized by the discussion, you sprung from your seat. This felt like a win, a much needed one in the bleakness that the desert had started to settle in your bones.

“I’ll draft a partnership agreement. Put everything into writing just so we’re set,” you announced with a nod.

Suguru took his time to stand up and extended a hand to you. “Gotta seal it with a handshake first, shouldn’t we, partner?” the way the last word rolled off of his tongue made a pleasant tingle go down your spine.

You took his hand, intended for a firm handshake. He shook it with a nod, but then brought your hand up and up, pressing your knuckles against his lips. His eyes bore into yours, almost glowing a plum shade against the rays of the sun that filtered in.

Even if you tried to, you would not be able to stop the way your stomach lurched inside you and how your heart seemed to be driven by the pace of a thousand horses.

“I look forward to doing business with you, partner.”

Let me know how you liked it! I am so tempted to write a sequel for this (later rather than sooner, unfortunately).

comments and reblogs are much appreciated (❁´◡`❁)

[flightlessangelwings]

FlightlessAngelWings Kinkotber 2023 Prompt List!

Here it is, the Kinktober Prompt List!!

Compiled by myself and edited/peer reviewed/approved by my bestie @the-purity-pen who had made fantastic prompt lists in the past (and who also made the beautiful graphics for me)!! This list has a little bit of everything from more vanilla to more hardcore prompts so there’s a little something for everyone, or to branch out and try something new if you feel like it!

Write fics, make art, graphics, gifs, moodboards, whatever your heart desires!! Any type of creations are welcome too: reader insert, oc, ships, original works, anything!

Have fun and be creative!!

Below the cut are 31 days of prompts for the month of October! Each day has 3 choices with a free space day on the 31st!

Because of the nature of the event, this is 18+ ONLY! Minors interacting or participating will be blocked!

Please tag me @flightlessangelwings and use the hastag #fawktober2023 and I’ll share your works!

Please use proper warnings in your posts with this event as some of the prompts may not be for everyone. And if you’re doing a reader insert, please work to be inclusive of your writing/art!

No kinkshaming please! I made this list to be varied so there may be things on here you hate. That’s ok! There’s things here that even I don’t like but I designed it that way so there’s something for everyone! But that’s also why tags and warnings are so important!!

Reblog this post so others and find this list and to share the fun!! And don’t forget to reblog other people’s work too throughout October and support each other!!

If none of the prompts for the day speak to you, feel free to pull from another day if you want! Don’t feel pressured at all! Have fun with it!!

List under the cut in graphic and text format!

Banner free to use for your posts with credit to @the-purity-pen 💖

Both dividers by the lovely @saradika ❤️

Love bites * Overstimulation * Impact play

Bath/shower * Public * Knife play

69 * Exhibitionism * Monster au

Thigh riding * Sex pollen * Forced orgasm

Table sex * Threesome * Sensory deprivation

Sexting/phone sex * A/B/O * Bondage

Slow and soft * Partner swap * Spanking

Cockwarming * Temperature play * Rough sex

Role play * Pegging * Hunter/prey

Stripping * Anal * Double penetration

Seduction * Blindfold * Degradation

Formal wear * Glove kink * Gun play

Body worship * Being recorded * Anonymous sex

Tit/nipple play * Object insertion * BDSM

Against a wall * Size kink * Free use

Lap dance * Role reversal * Whipping

Praise kink * Rimming * Tentacles

Masturbation * Squirting * Dacryphilia (crying/emotional release)

Hand job * Voyeurism  * Somnophilia

Sex toys * Orgy/group * Corruption

Romantic sex * Piercings * Hate sex

Voice kink * Virginity * Fisting

Dirty talk * Begging * CNC

Lingerie * Edging * Leather/latex

Mirror sex * Orgasm denial * Breeding

Face sitting * Deep throating * Choking

Food play * Period sex * Wax play

Blowjobs * Intercrural sex * Cock rings

Fingering * Cream pie * Gagging

Cunnilingus * Costumes * Breath play

FREE SPACE

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Rachel Leingang and Dharna Noor at The Guardian:

As Donald Trump dismantles federal agencies, his administration is also creating a chill among non-governmental groups, cowing non-profits, intimidating universities and extracting commitments from law firms to support his aims. Officials have launched investigations into progressive and climate organizations, colleges and recipients of government grants. Experts worry that if nongovernmental groups are frightened into silence, US democracy may not weather the strain. “Trump has a strikingly authoritarian instinct,” said Steven Levitsky, a Harvard political science professor who co-authored the book How Democracies Die. “This is what authoritarians do, they go after civil society,” he added, referring to organizations that exist outside the government and often seek to hold it to account. Some institutions are caving to the president’s demands, or staying quiet about their work in the hope of evading his attention. But others facing attacks have solidified their resolve, doubling down on their missions and even directly taking on the administration. “We will continue to vindicate the rights of our clients, and we do so without fear, because we know that we’re right,” said attorney Eric Lee, who represents a student facing deportation.

Attacks on lawyers

The administration has cracked down in particular on lawyers, especially those who have investigated Trump or represented those who oppose him. Trump has targeted individual law firms and collectively attacked immigration attorneys, who he alleges engage in “unscrupulous behavior”. Some Biden-era officials told the Washington Post they have been unable to find representation because of the menacing effect Trump has had on the field. Some law firms have caved to the president’s demands, obeying his orders as a way to stay in business. [...]

Threatening non-profits

The Trump administration is taking aim at non-profit advocacy groups, particularly if it sees their goals as antithetical to his aims. An array of non-profit employees told the Guardian that they are not willing to speak publicly about their work for fear of ending up on the administration’s radar. Some of the work in question was once seen as bipartisan or noncontroversial but is being treated as radical by the Trump administration, such as alleviating poverty, lowering utility bills or providing people with food. [...] In November, the House passed the “non-profit killer bill”, which would hand the executive branch broad powers to do so in the name of fighting “terrorism”. Many are concerned it will also pass the Senate if put up for a vote. But even in the absence of such legislation, advocates fear the administration will strip non-profits’ legal status on technical grounds. [...]

Defunding universities

Universities, which are often hotbeds of progressive politics and dissent, are also facing repression. In early March, the administration announced the cancelation of $400m in grants and loans to Columbia University, alleging the school has failed to protect students from antisemitic harassment. In response, school officials yielded to a series of changes demanded by federal officials, sparking outrage from advocates. Weeks later, officials went after Harvard University, announcing a plan to review some $9bn in contracts and multiyear grants over accusations that the university also did not protect Jewish students and promoted “divisive ideologies over free inquiry”. The following day, Princeton University said dozens of its federal research grants were suspended over allegations of the promotion of antisemitism. The administration also paused $175m in federal funding to the University of Pennsylvania over its inclusion of transgender athletes in women’s college sports. “I’ve studied authoritarianism and authoritarian regimes for more than 30 years [and] authoritarian regimes tend to go after universities because they are usually very influential centers of dissent,” said Harvard’s Levitsky, who was among the 700 who signed a letter calling for the university to resist pressure to capitulate to Trump’s demands. The Trump administration also announced a task force on alleged antisemitism at 10 major universities, placed 60 colleges and universities under investigation for allegations of antisemitic harassment and discrimination, and arrested current and former college students for participating in pro-Palestinian demonstrations.

The Guardian has an excellent piece on the authoritarian takeover of this country by the evil Trump Regime, ranging from law firms caving in to attacks on universities to threats to nonprofits.

[haru-kuneko]

Content Farm Fanart Crossover Medley (JULY SPECIAL ✨🐰🌺)

Drawing landscape art on mobile device inspired by those content farm thumbnails on YouTube, but making them fun and wholesome.

July 1st: Canada Day 🇨🇦

From left to right, Dante (from DMC) is trying to climb up the platter of nanaimo bars, which are a popular snack in Canada, and Mina/Agent STARLING (BIOMETRICS) is busy gorging one of them.

Oh! There’s our special guests star Mari Datuin (Hi Nay) and Alan Kingfisher/Agent SPEAR (BIOMETRICS II) who appears to be winking at her as he eats the platform she’s standing on. In BIOMETRICS II, Agent SPEAR is kind of like a ladies’ man.

July 4th: Alice In Wonderland Day + US Independence Day 🐰🇺🇸

Alice being greeted by Agent Z, who is also a character in BIOMETRICS (dressed as a mix of The Cheshire Cat and The Mad Hatter), as Rabbit suddenly comes marching towards them from behind with a giant double-sided Viking axe.

WRabbit: GET AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER, SATAN!

When Rabbit said "NO BOYS!", he literally meant nobody should ever come close to her. I can only imagine how difficult it must be if Alice were to finally introduce someone to her parents.

What a better way to celebrate the Fourth of July than have a nice American meal at the Digital Circus Cafe ... WHAT THE--?!

Pomni: GUUUYYSS! SOMEBODY HEEEEELP MEEEE! BOOMER JAX'S GONE RABBID AGAIN!

It turns out Boomer Jax/White Rabbit was a vampire all along and just the whiff of that bloodberry iced tea has driven him mad. He just couldn't wait any longer. Poor Pomni! She is just doing her job, trying to serve his meal, 'til this sh** happens. God bless America, this country's gone mad! /j

Meanwhile, in today's episode we'll be joining America (Hetalia), Mikey (TMNT) and Freckle (Lackadaisy) live at the TADC Cafe. The first candidate is the Sad Pomni cheeseburger!

July 7th: Tanabata/Star Festival + World Chocolate Day

Jane (SYNTHETIC BLUE) holding a present which is a huge chocolate star during the Star Festival. To those who don't know, the festival is kind of like your standard Christmas in Japan except they dedicate this to hanging their wishes on bamboo branches.

See those colorful strips of paper? They're called tanzaku where you write down your wishes.

P.S. To anyone asking if I take commissions, make sure you're a legit person and your profile contains enough information telling me what company, origin and the kind of services you offer complete with contact info. I don't use PayPal due to safety reasons.For example, [First name/Last name] from the Penguin House Department in Australia looking for a book cover artist who can do a vector-esque art style. I wanna know who you really are and if you got any references. Don't just say you wanna hire me or I'll block you. Also, if you wish to share my art, please give credit. DO NOT REUPLOAD!

[yanmagotchi]

Fixing the Creaking

I spent the afternoon coming up with ideas for the creaking and what I would do with it, how I could make it feel more integrated with the game, and how to avoid it becoming Sniffer 2. I love the sniffer's model and it's personality, but it's hard to deny it's the least functional little guy in the game. I typed all of this up to my friends, and now I'm also gonna post it on Tumblr because I'm proud of it :).

Also I say 'Fixing' as if I already know everything about it and it's bad, that's obviously not the case. But I don't like what I've seen so far.

Mob Changes: -Creaking cannot move when in a players FOV, this accounts for F5 cameras. -Creaking move slightly slower than a player's base sprinting speed. -Creaking can move through all Oak, Dark Oak and Pale Oak blocks, including Logs, Wood, Stripped Logs, Stripped Wood, Planks, Double Slabs, Pressure Plates, Doors, Fences and ALL Crafting Tables and ALL Leaves blocks. It treats these blocks like a player uses scaffolding. This excludes Trap Doors, Half Slabs, Stairs, Chests and Barrels. -Creaking that pass through Oak or Dark Oak Logs or Wood change those blocks into their Pale Oak counterpart, and passing through Oak or Dark Oak Leaves blocks changes those blocks to their Pale Oak counterpart as well. -Creaking will not go straight for their target, instead trying to move from tree to tree, preferring to hide behind or inside. However, they will always be trying to decrease the distance between themselves and their target. -Creaking will attempt to hide in 2 block tall Oak wood structures if more than 1 player is within a 32 block vicinity of it, to prevent exploiting it's inabilty to move when observed and to encourage players to hunt for hearts alone. -Creaking are hostile to all mobs that drop 3 or more EXP, and will try to not be seen moving by any of these mobs when within an 8 block vicinity. (Mobs that drop 3 or more exp include almost all hostile mobs and I think villagers). This also means Creakings will not be hostile to players with less than half a level. -Any mob killed by a Creaking drops no items, and no XP. -Players killed by a Creaking drop no XP, although their items still drop. -Mobs cannot be hostile towards Creaking, as they cannot see past it's camouflage. -Creaking attack by being within a 1 block radius of a mob it is hostile towards, and dealing 'Cactus' type damage with a very short cooldown, dealing half a heart per 0.5 seconds, with no knockback. Similar to cacti, this damage is reduced by armour but also damages the armour. -This damage takes place just being within range, and is not changed by the direction the victim is facing. Creaking will damage all entities they can be hostile towards at once. -It's now called Creaking, not The Creaking and DEFINITELY not the creaking. -For all these changes, I am anticipating that Creaking look the way they did in what we saw at Minecraft Live. I don't dig the design personally, but I'm sure I'll come to be ok with it eventually.

Pale Oak Tree Spawning changes -Pale Oak trees spawn at a 5% rate in Dark Oak Forests, and 10% of those have Heart in their foliage. -Pale Oak trees generate with the same structure as Dark Oak trees (2x2 base, large canopy) -The Heart can only spawn in the top two layers of a Pale Oak, and only in the center pillar of the tree (i.e. it can't be a branch)

Pale Oak block changes -Pale Oak Logs, Wood and Creaking Hearts can corrupt Oak and Dark Oak Logs and Wood at a rate similar to Mycelium and Dirt, but must be in contact through one of the six faces of the block to do so. -Similarly, Pale Oak Logs, Wood and Creaking Hearts and Pale Oak Leaves can corrupt Oak and Dark Oak Leaves at twice the rate, although to do so they must be within 4 blocks of a Pale Oak Log/Wood/Heart. This prevents infinite corruption without player input. -There are no Pale Oak Saplings, with the only way to gain more Pale Oak trees is to grow Oak/Dark Oak trees and corrupt them. -Pale Oak Leaves have a chance of dropping Silver Apples, a food item similar to a regular apple but cannot be used in crafting. Gives four food (2 full food icons) and a small amount of XP when consumed. -All blocks crafted with Pale Oak behave the same as other wood objects.

Creaking Heart block changes -The Creaking Heart, as mentioned earlier, spawns in the top two layers of Pale Oaks that were created during world generation. There is currently no renewable way of obtaining them. -A naturally generated Creaking Heart allows for Creaking to spawn within 64 blocks or a 4 chunk square radius of itself. -A naturally generated Creaking Heart reduces spawning of hostile mobs other than Creaking within 64 blocks of itself by 50%. -A player-placed Creaking Heart can still allow for the spawning of Creaking in a 64 block radius, as long as a Pale Oak Log is above and below it (like in the trailer) -A player-placed Creaking Heart will reduce hostile mob spawning to 0% in a 7-8 block radius (7 South and East, 8 North and West, essentially making a 1 Chunk Square) when there are Stripped Pale Oak Logs above and below it. This extends up and down from bedrock to build limit. Mobs are still capable of entering the space. -A player-placed Creaking Heart will be entirely decorative if these conditions are not met. -All effects of Creaking Hearts do not stack with others in the same radius. -As shown in Minecraft Live, a Creaking Heart will act as an anchor for all nearby Creaking. I think if they stray out of range of their Heart, they become vulnerable to all forms of damage, and perhaps are quite fragile.

Pale Garden biome changes -Pale Garden renamed to Pale Grove (cause it's not a fucking garden). -Pale Grove is a microbiome that can generate within Dark Oak Forests, roughly 100 blocks across. -A Pale Grove microbiome is recognizable by having a Pale Oak tree that is 4-5 blocks taller than the regular tree canopy in Dark Oak forests. -All trees that generate in a Pale Grove will be Pale Oaks, and each of these trees has a 20% chance of having a Creaking Heart. -Trees are much more spread out in a Pale Grove, but there is still the same amount of leaves canopy in the microbiome. -Typical farm mobs spawn with increased frequency within the biome. -Hostile mobs still have their normal spawn rate, however are likely to be reduced due to the closeness of the Creaking Hearts. -The sky in Pale Groves is paler, as it is in the Minecraft Live trailer.

Dark Oak Forest biome changes -Woodland Mansions don't spawn here anymore. They can spawn somewhere else, preferably a less flammable biome. -Pale Groves spawn at a frequency of about 1.5 per medium sized Dark Oak Forest. -If a Dark Oak Forest is above a Deep Dark biome, Pale Groves spawn with much greater frequency.

Before we get to the honourable mentions, and if you'll allow me to be a hater, I wanna say that that Minecraft Live was the most corporate one to date. I don't wanna blame the actual speakers but just, the way they were hyping up the most nothing stuff, like how exciting hardcore mode for bedrock will be. And bundles, which haven't changed in functionality since conception, they just took a long time to code. The stuff about villager rescue was... fine. The villager news segments were fine. But I gotta say, it being called 'A Minecraft Movie' and everyone in the Live very corporately saying the full trademarked ass name was soooo painful. Always nice to see Agnes though, she's very pretty and always sounds sunny. ANYWAY.

7. Additional changes that I think would be fun but wouldn't really fit with the game -Surrounding a Creaking Heart on all sides with Pale Oak logs enables the low render distance fog in an area around it. -If a Creaking kills a player with a LOT of XP (30+ levels), the Creaking will grow into a Pale Oak tree with a Creaking Heart. -Creakings can use a 2 block tall structure of oak wood blocks as a warp point, allowing it to teleport to another 2 block tall structure of oak wood blocks. If a Creaking moves fast when not watched, this ability could be on a long cooldown. However, if they move at regular walking pace, this could be an interesting way of allowing them to gain ground very suddenly. -Creaking irreversibly turn into a 2 block tall pillar of Pale Oak Wood when the sun comes up.

Thank you very much if you got through all of this, as I said I'm quite proud. Yay! Wahoo! Thank you so much for to playing my game!

[swearyshera]

Slowly making my way through the inbox, here's today's big bunch!

@freedfromthegalactichivemind Snap! It's not beyond the realms of possibility, we shall see what happens with my other ideas for continuing the series.

I can write them down for you! It reads...

Following the events of the finale, life changed for everyone on Etheria.

Scorpia was officially handed her kingdom back. Upon seeing the state of it she yelled "What motherfucking thundercunt did this?!" She is still apologising.

Within a month of Prime's defeat, Perfuma held the biggest Trans Pride parade Etheria had ever seen. Prince Peekable still did not turn up. He was later found dead, but Perfuma insisted that this was not an excuse for failing to support trans people.

Frosta was finally able to return to Hell. The other demons had not changed at all during her absence and were still massive dicks. She has now made this realm her permanent home. It has more cake.

Mermista initially failed to respond to our request for comment on how her life had changed. When we reached out again, she said "It's fine, I guess, whatever." Her smile indicated things were a lot better than 'just fine'.

Sea Hawk celebrated the defeat of Prime with a series of 'victory fires'. The resulting court cases found him guilty of arson and sentenced to a total of five years in prison. Mermista officially pardoned him after a lot of convincing.

After finishing Sweary She-Ra, Entrapta was tasked with writing the SPOP movie. It has been hailed as the greatest movie of all time and received glowing reviews from all critics. It never received a release outside of Etheria.

Hordak finally achieved his dream of taking over Etheria. There is now a branch of Greggs in every town and village on the planet. He and Entrapta created a unique menu of tiny sausage rolls.

Shadow Weaver's remains were returned to Mystacor. The burial site is now a popular gender-neutral bathroom.

Double Trouble opened an acting school. They closed it a week later after realising no-one could be as good they are.

Bow used his spare time to focus on inventing more tech. His inventions have changed the everyday lives of many Etherians. The French horn alarm clock was not one of them.

Glimmer now spends her days collecting antique weapons. Though she has no need to use them, they are maintained in perfect condition... just in case.

Catra went through a fuckton of therapy at Mystacor. Things may not be perfect but she's happy. Also, Castaspella told her several embarrassing stories about Glimmer as a child. Catra has them saved up for when she really needs to piss Glimmer off.

The first thing Adora did after defeating Prime was take a well-earned rest. Well, she slept for a few hours. Well, I say slept, she lay down on the bed for a few minutes. What can I say? Adora is still Adora.

@hi-im-uur It's been my pleasure! There are a good few thousand strips to go through, so enjoy it all over again!

[akariuta311101]

D-Diplodocus

1. Classification: Diplodocus belongs to the sauropod group of dinosaurs, which are characterized by their long necks, long tails, and massive bodies. 2. Size: Diplodocus was one of the longest dinosaurs, with estimates suggesting it could reach lengths of up to 80-90 feet (24-27 meters). Despite its length, it was relatively lightweight for its size, weighing between 10 to 20 tons.

3. Period: Diplodocus lived during the Late Jurassic period, approximately 155 to 145 million years ago.

4. Habitat: Fossil evidence suggests that Diplodocus inhabited what is now North America, particularly in the area that is now the western United States, including Colorado, Montana, Utah, and Wyoming.

5. Diet: As a herbivore, Diplodocus primarily fed on plants. Its long neck allowed it to reach high vegetation, as well as low-lying plants.

6. Anatomy: Diplodocus had a long, whip-like tail, which it might have used for defense or communication. Its neck was also extremely long, consisting of at least 15 vertebrae.

7. Skull and Teeth: The skull of Diplodocus was small compared to its body, with peg-like teeth that were likely used to strip leaves from branches.

8. Movement: It is believed that Diplodocus moved on all fours, but there is some evidence suggesting it could rear up on its hind legs to reach higher vegetation.

9. Discovery: The first Diplodocus fossils were discovered in 1877 by Samuel Wendell Williston in Colorado. The genus name, Diplodocus, was given by paleontologist Othniel Charles Marsh in 1878, meaning “double beam” in reference to its double-beamed chevron bones located on the underside of its tail.

10. Cultural Impact: Diplodocus has become one of the most well-known dinosaurs, often featured in museums, literature, and media. One of the most famous specimens, nicknamed “Dippy,” has been a central exhibit in the Natural History Museum in London.

[orreanintrepidness]

How Orre works (2024 Lore Update)

This one is much, much longer than the original, and so is going under a keep reading

Orre has an actual government, somehow, nevermind the fact that said government is just Alistair, who doubles as the region's champion, alongside an advisory council that mostly oversees things on his behalf. Disagreements between himself and said council are frequent, and the two often act against one another until Alistair outright overrules them entirely out of frustration. Even with all this, support for Alistair remaining in the position he is in is immensely popular within Orre, meanwhile it is condemned outside of Orre. But with this power, Alistair does not meddle in the day to day living of Orreans whatsoever, absolute or not, he does not overstep without good cause, Tyranny is not his taste.

Non-Orreans CANNOT become the region's champion. Not only because Alistair seems nigh-unbeatable, but also because no Orrean would ever even bother listening to them, thus, making it impossible for them to remain.

Orre in fact, has very lax laws when it comes to weaponry, while other regions have laws that prohibit the ownership of many (E.g firearms) Orre has none to speak of, everything is fair game.

Technologically, Orre is no longer stuck in the early-mid 90s, though in some areas it does still lag behind somewhat, it is actually ahead of other regions in a number of areas primarily in the field of hover-based technology and power generation.

As such, the idea of paying for power to one's home is a thing entirely of the past. Orre produces enough power to not only fuel itself, but also enough to power all of Unova all year round, though this power is not shared with the Unovan network.

Touching Orrean mines, be they empty or not, as a non-Orrean is genuinely the FASTEST way to get yourself killed. The mines are seen in a way that is borderline sacred, especially since most of them have dried up and thus Orreans giving someone anything made of Orrean metals is considered an EXTREMELY significant gesture. Though, in more recent times, with the newer technology, most of these mines have since been re-opened to fuel the now booming Orrean industrial base.

Ownership of Shadow Pokemon is considered legal, and is extremely common in the region, even with the production of them being halted when Cipher was "Destroyed" the first time around. With the real destruction of Cipher, Orrean Shadow Pokemon production has genuinely and entirely been ceased once and for all.

Interpol is still outright forbidden from entering the Orre region at all, and instead, Orre is policed by a democratically elected Sheriff system. Each town/city/village elects their sheriff, who doubles as the town's mayor, as well as law enforcement, said sheriff is free to appoint deputies as they see fit. Each Sheriff is in place for six months between elections.

Outside Corporations are all but forbidden from operating within Orre, many of these corporations are the very same ones that almost stripped the region bare of resources after the collapse of the last real government of Orre. The sole exception to this ruling is the Aether Foundation, however even then, they had to create a seperate Orrean branch that has to answer to both Alistair and the greater foundation itself. The only real Orrean corporation is the OAA, the Orrean Arms Association, which is the primary head of the Region's military industrial complex which in turn fuels the majority of the Orrean economy, followed closely by it's subdivision, the OOA, or Orran Oil Association, which is responsible for handling the region's huge oil production. Both the OAA and OOA are headed by Alistair, who makes sure that the council cannot meddle in the goings on of these two key parts of the Orrean machine.

The OAA, however, is not entirely clean, a lot of the arms produced within Orre go on to end up in the hands of criminal organisations across the world, though this information is not public, nor is the reasoning for it known to anyone in particular beyond Alistair himself.

Orre has become an extremely diverse region, thanks in no small part to the fact that Interpol cannot set foot there. Many criminals from the likes of Team Magma, Team Aqua, Rocket, and other organisations that have either collapsed, or downsized, have ended up here. Though most are welcome, a key exception to this rule are those who were part of Team Plasma, who are instead shown the full length of Orrean justice, as though the crimes they committed elsewhere were committed on Orrean soil. Thanks to the fact that Alistair himself actively fought against them during his time living in Unova. Large parts of Orrean research is done by former members of Team Galactic and a few stragglers from Flare, though those are much rarer.

Even with this diversity, tradition, at least in it's historic form, is dead in Orre. The Shrine for Celebi no longer sees use, the gods aren't worshipped, the old ideal of might makes right no longer applies. Old Orrean tradition has all but ceased to be, replaced by the tradition of progress, and the future ahead.

The above however, does not apply to the much, much older indigenous religions and faiths that exist within Orre, which are treated with respect. They live freely within Orre.

With all this, Orre has reached complete and total parity with the other "major" regions, and is now seemingly unshaking in it's new position, finally asserting itself as the large region it is.

[ninja-go-to-therapy]

Ringalingaling

Chef grumbled as she made her way through the undergrowth. The incessant ringing was a good sign, proof that one of her traps had been tripped by tonight's dinner.

Ringalingaling

But oh, was it annoying! She wondered if the bells had been secretly imbued with essence of Troll—the annoyance she felt was certainly the same. That she might never again hear the annoying peal of a happy Troll's singing made the sound—the reminder—all the more grating.

Ringalingaling

But what else could she do? Those blasted little ingrates dug tunnels out of Bergentown, and none had been recovered. And then her fellow Bergens, whom she had kept happy for decades, turned out to be just as ungrateful and banished her for something that was no fault of her own.

Ringalingaling

Chef growled, snapping a branch off of a tree as she passed. Horrid, lazy, ungrateful dimwits! She gave them everything she had and yet they still threw her out! And it was all because those little tree-dwelling elves snuck away! She had done everything right; guards were assigned to watch the Trolls in shifts, the cage kept the riffraff out—the Trolls had been so happy that she hadn't seen a single gray one in nearly a decade. She had done everything right, and where had it gotten her?

Ringalingaling

Oh! That incessant ringing! Chef leaned against a tree, breathing to try and clear her anger. Letting her fury take the reins would only lead her to further ruin, she knew. She needed to take the reins of her fury, carefully cultivate the bitterness until she had coals hot enough to hurl upon her enemies. Roaring and destroying the undergrowth would get her nowhere.

Ringalingaling

Still, the ringing continued. It was a good sign—it wouldn't be ringing if whatever had been caught had somehow wriggled free. But the noise might also draw opportunistic predators; Chef needed to get to her trap sooner.

Ringalingaling

She had done everything right, and yet she had still ended up here. Banished from her home, stripped of her power and dignity. Out in these woods with nary a Troll in sight and only her wits and what she could purchase at fringe territories to survive off of. The bells were a recent addition to her traps; a warning system. An annoying warning system that reminded her of what she had lost, but a warning system nonetheless.

Ringalingalinginginging

Oh, was the ringing getting more frantic? More frenzied, as her steps closed in? Chef grinned at the thought that whatever she had trapped knew it was being hunted—a little fear went a long way in elevating the taste of most dishes. She licked her lips as she imagined what kind of dishes she might be able to make... she had recently found a source of honey not far from her camp... and her spice rack wasn't short on variety either.

Ringalingalingalinging

Chef pulled back a section of undergrowth to reveal the sprung trap. It was simple enough in design; any unfortunate critter that passed by had a good chance of being snagged in the snare. That same snare had a bell tied along the string, making it so that every struggle would only alert her to the trap's success.

Ringalingalingalingalinginging

Chef beamed at the panicking Troll tangled up in her snare. A Troll! It squeaked up at her, its useless struggles doubling as Chef reached down. "Oh, you poor thing." Chef crooned, licking her lips. "Let me help you." Poison dripped in her voice, and the Troll—no, a Trolling, if the size was any indication—dug little paws into the dirt in an attempt to scramble away.

Ringalin—

The bell ceased its clamoring as Chef grabbed the Troll. With her free hand, she unzipped her fannypack. The Troll in her fist squirmed, bringing tiny claws and teeth to bear against her tough skin—not that she could feel more than the slightest itch. A gentle squeeze, and the little thing stilled completely. Chef wasted no time in untangling the Troll, moving to put it in the fannypack so she could reset the trap—

Wait.

Chef lifted the Trolling up to look at it more closely. That it was small was of no concern; size didn't matter when it came to the effect that eating a Troll had, and the younger Trolls tended to be much happier than the adults, anyway, but—

Gray eyes stared at her from a face of gray fur. Dark hair whipped impotently at her hands, gray paws grasping and squirming and kicking in an attempt to break free of her grip. Gray gray gray, down to the tip of its little tail.

"Rotten." Chef growled. The Trolling shrieked out another plea. "Useless." Trolls had one purpose in their insignificant lives, one use that they contributed to this miserable world amidst all their frivolity. To cultivate happiness and goodwill, so that when the time for harvest was nigh they could bring that same joy to the Bergens that depended on them. A Troll that had gone gray couldn't do anything of the sort—they had gone rotten, useless, unhappy—

Chef snarled, shoving the Trolling into her fannypack. She leaned down and reset the trap, the bell giving out one more pathetic ring before falling silent again. Anger raked up her throat and she snorted, lips curling in disgust.

She had finally found herself the one thing that might get her her old life back—

And it was utterly useless.

OH MY GODDDD THIS IS SO GOOD

[rjzimmerman]

Excerpt from this story from Anthropocene:

In a new spin on green electronics, researchers have made a biodegradable electronic circuit board from tree leaves. Such leaf-based electronics, or “leaftronics” as the team from Dresden University of Technology (TU Dresden) has dubbed it, could reduce millions of tons of waste that humans produce every year.

Today, the world produces over 50 million metric tons of electronic waste a year. That number that is slated to double by 2050. And printed circuit boards (PCBs) – the flat boards onto which all the circuit chips, wires and other components of an electronic gadget are soldered–-constitute a big share of this e-waste.

PCBs are typically made of fiberglass or a composite plastic. The material is difficult to recycle and is usually either dumped in landfills or burned to separate the valuable metals for reuse.

As detailed in the journal Science Advances, the team used the veiny, webbed skeleton of leaves to create their biodegradable substrates. This fine branched structure is made of the same lignocellulose compounds that give its toughness. Postdoctoral researcher Rakesh Nair and colleagues started by stripping away the cells of a magnolia leaf to leave behind the white veined skeleton. They dipped the scaffold into ethyl cellulose, a tough biodegradable polymer.

The resulting leaftronics substrate is smooth, flexible, transparent, and can handle high temperatures. In that sense it rivals plastic and glass, Nair says, but is biodegradable. The researchers could use a laser to cut the substrate, print circuits on it, as well as solder electronic components on top.

To degrade the substrate, the researchers placed it in an ultrasonic acid bath to remove the metals and circuit components. The boards began to degrade after about a month in compost.

“Up until now, substrates made of biodegradable polymers could not be used for electronic device or circuit fabrication, since they naturally do not handle elevated temperatures well,” Nair says. There are ways to improve the thermal and mechanical properties of biodegradable polymers. But, he says, they “often result in these polymers either no longer being biodegradable or requiring complex, high carbon-footprint, chemical processes,” he says.

Others have also made degradable PCBs using paper, silk, and mushroom skins. But the new method that relies on dipping a leaf scaffold in a biodegradable polymer is much simpler and should allow researchers to make specific biodegradable substrates with superior properties.

[vallxlkzal]

🥀💔Part four💔🥀

Wally groaned softly from the pain and the feeling that something prickly and unpleasant was resting on his cheek. It was tree branches, moss and leaves. And it was nothing like the comfortable seat in the Detective's car. After making an incredibly strong effort to open his eyes, the striped creature realized that he was lying in the forest, it was night and quite cold. Well, being alive was the main thing, but other sounds were heard nearby. Someone was crying and touching Waldini with small hands.

— Wally! Wally! — Junior called, and when Wally finally opened his eyes, the child hugged this sweet creature tightly.

— Junior... What happened? Where are we? Where's your dad? Why don't I remember anything at all... — Wally sat down weakly, leaning against a tree, and gently held the child to him to calm him down. It seemed that Waldini's hat and hair were bleeding again, and the bandage was no longer stopping it. Wally grimaced at the discomfort, wiping the blood off with his sleeve.

— I don't know! We were eating ice cream with you and Dad at the café, and then I fell asleep in the car and woke up here with you! — Junior answered scared and hugged Wally tightly, shivering. Wally realized that it was too cold outside and took off his sweater, putting it on the boy. Usually Wally wore two sweaters at once, and this universe, surprisingly, was no exception, because under another sweater he also wore the same striped red and white one. It seems that Waldo also adheres to this idea.

It was frightening. Wally thought he was nothing like that evil thing.

— Don't worry, we'll find our way, everything will be okay. We'll get back to your daddy soon, just don't cry, okay? — Wally patted the child and he nodded his head in agreement.

Feeling in his pockets, Wally found his phone with a cracked screen and realized that he hadn't asked for the Detective's number, so he simply dialed all the possible emergency numbers, but unfortunately, there was no connection. And the battery was going to die very soon.

And then Wally realized that they were not just in a forest. They were in a dangerous forest with swamps all around. Stripped creature and Junior were only lucky to be on a relatively dry island, otherwise they were terribly, terribly unlucky.

And, a little farther away from them, right in the swamp, there was something standing and smiling broadly, not sinking at all, because shit doesn't sink. Someone.

— Odlaw? — Wally pulled Junior into a hug, protecting him, because besides Odlaw, they were surrounded by two other Waldos. Some of them were sitting in the trees, other were standing on solid ground, not wanting to get dirty in the mud. Where is the other Waldo? He's in prison, instead of Odlaw! Sitting there and smiling.

— The child abductor and the cause of the accident has woken up! — one of Waldo's doubles laughed furiously, followed by all the others, including the vile Odlaw.

Very soon, however, everyone fell silent and disappeared. Only Odlaw remained, staring and staring at Wally. Yellow and black stripped creature looked so greedily, as if he wanted to eat, approaching, no, sneaking up on him like a predator on its prey.

— I take all the candy from the children, especially candy like you, — the bastard hissed, clearly hinting at very unpleasant consequences if he got too close. Wally took Junior in his arms and tried to wade through the swamp, using all his knowledge to avoid drowning.

Waldo set up poor Waldini, tripped him up, stabbed him in the back. But so far, only morally, because he left the physical punishment to his Detective personally.

Wally and Junior were kidnapped and now, apparently, according to Waldo, there is a missing Junior and his angry father, who either had an accident, or in the hospital, or died, or is looking for Wally and his child with the thoughts "I knew I couldn't trust him".

Wally's thoughts were indeed in line with reality, so the next part of the day, which no one remembered, began according to this scenario: Wally remembered getting ice cream in a café, talking to the Detective about Whitebeard, having to go to the bathroom, and the Detective naively letting Waldini go alone, even though he had promised to keep an eye on him. The company of a cute character from books and cartoons relaxed this cop too much. It was a shame.

After going to the restroom, the striped creature wanted to return, but he was detained by none other than Waldo himself. There were several of them and they acted so quickly that Wally didn't even have time to call for help because he was teleported to another place, and Waldo, fixing his hair in front of the mirror and smiling at his reflection, went to the Detective and Junior as if nothing had happened. He even wore the same bandages and painted himself too realistically as a victim of beatings.

Wally didn't remember anything after that, because in his place, only Waldo had his name and the Detective's trust.

The Detective did not notice the difference at all. Not at all. Although he should have. A wanted serial killer was sitting next to him, eating ice cream calmly, behaving identically to Wally, asking identical questions and making such a sad and unhappy face that the Detective wanted to hug the creature... and kiss him.

Here's what happened.

— I know where he lives. He's, uh... He's a little strange and he's into science, but... That's something, I think he'll be better at talking than Odlaw, — the Detective said, not knowing that Waldo already knew everything.

— Can I meet him? — Waldo asked in a fake-sad tone, and the Detective agreed. They finished their meal, paid for it, and set off on their journey, which took a little time. Waldo laughed in his mind at the fact that people needed cars or something to get somewhere at least at the speed of Earth's outdated technology, while also spending time and energy on the trip. They are so insignificant.

Waldo looked aloof and silent, although he was actually bursting with laughter inside. The stupid Detective feels safe and loved again. Naive, short-sighted, losing his vigilance and taste for their bloody, cruel game is the most gross mistake. He thinks he is saving Wally, but in fact he is digging a hole for him with his own hands with every dreamy breath, completely forgetting about the whole nightmare that Waldo has carefully saved for later.

— The scary thing is that during this time Waldo hasn't appeared anywhere and hasn't killed anyone... I really don't like this... — the Detective finally remembered his life's work, keeping his eyes on the roadl. Waldo turned to the window, hiding his smug smile.

— You don't like the fact that he didn't kill anyone? — the maniac asked as calmly as possible and without suspicious irony, realizing that he was about to laugh right in the Detective's face, but he held on. He was still holding it together.

— What? No... I mean, he disappears from sight when he does something too bad. I really don't like this...

The potential Wizard, the mad scientist Whitebeard, lived far away in the forest. Luckily, there was a good road that ran through it. Empty, without anyone. No cars, no witnesses. Only the Detective, the murderer he has been searching for so diligently for many years and the child who was unlucky enough to be born into this crazy family.

— You know what, Detective?

— What?

Waldo's long fingers grabbed the man's shoulders and turned him around to face the murderer's smiling face. Before the Detective could react or understand, Waldo, with his usual eerie laugh, hugged him closer and kissed the annoying man so deeply that he lost control of the steering wheel. And he kissed him as long as the car allowed, which flew off the road and crashed into a tree.

With a loud, maniacal laugh, Waldo disappeared again right before the last seconds before the accident with Junior, and the Detective, feeling betrayed and broken inside, managed to hear only one thing: "You thought I was Wally? Did you really think that? What a fool you are, ahahaha!"

"You will never, ever find me and Junior again, and even if you do, I'm only giving you a few days. Use your brain, Detective!" — another letter from a red envelope found near the crash site trembled in man's bloody hands. This letter was trembling and crumpled with fierce anger and all-consuming aggression, as if it had absorbed all the hatred that the unfortunate Detective had been carrying around for years.

Wally... No, Waldo. Waldo gonna regret this.

🥀💔🥀💔🥀💔🥀💔🥀💔🥀💔🥀💔🥀💔

[mineralsrocksandfossiltalks]

FOSSIL FRIDAY: DIPLODOCUS

Diplodocus, the "double beam" in reference to it's double-beamed chevrons on the caudal verts. It was discovered by S.W. Williston

and named by Othniel Charles Marsh.

It is from the Late Jurassic Morrison Formation of North America.

Diplodocus carnegii is one of the longest dinosaurs known from a complete skeleton. It's tail is composed of 80 caudal verts.

It has been speculated that the tail could have been used as a defensive or noise making weapon, that it could be used much like a whip. Or it simply was a counterbalance for the neck.

There is a 2015 paper by Foth et al that seems to indicate the weaponized use of the tail. They never outright say a sauropod did it, but the Allosaurus in question had damage on it's scapula and all it's ribs on the left side and that it was caused by a sudden traumatic event, such as getting the smackdown from an angry diplodocid. But that's just my opinion. Then again, I also think the whip-cracking would be cool too.

Diplodocus has some other cool features too. It has a single large claw on each front foot that we have no idea what it's used for yet.

It has 15 cervical verts in its neck at least and we have found skin! Look at all the fun patterned skin!

Finally, like all sauropods, it has pneumatic vertebrae. This means they were full of holes that would connect to the respiratory system, just like in birds.

There has been some debate over the years about how Diplodocus and it's relatives would have held it's neck and head. Some believe they could hold it up to browse high branches.

Others believe they didn't have the flexibility and simply help them horizontal to the ground.

Personally, I think it's probably a little of both. It makes the most sense in my head. Why have a long neck if you can't take advantage of the food? Which leads to another debate: could they tripod feed? Meaning, could they rear up and use their tail to as a sort of seat?

It might actually be possible. The base of the tail is incredibly muscular and can take a lot of stress. An important part of feeding is teeth and Diplodocus and fam had some weird teeth compared to other sauropods. They were long and skinny.

I mean, look at these suckers! The wear on said teeth showed that the used unilateral strip-feeding. Ever strip leaves off of a tree branch as a kid with one hand? Yeah, kinda like that but with their mouths instead.

See that vert in the upper righthand corner? That's our diplodocid at the Evil Tree Bonebed site. It's still very much stuck in the ground along with a few friends it's articulated to. If you need something to do this upcoming July, come help us get her out! Check out the link and come join us! The more hands we get, the more stuff we can pull out!

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"I do not wish my kingdom to pass from me, nor I from it." The foolish king had declared. "My kingdom shall be eternal, & I it’s eternal king. You shall make it so, & your descendants shall rule at my side."

I bowed my agreement & withdrew to begin working on the impossible task set before me.

Although my first instinct had been to disagree, to refuse to subject the land that I love to an eternity under the thumb of a selfish ruler, I quickly saw an opportunity instead. After all, it is the nature of Kings to be selfish, & there was no guarantee any future ruler would be an improvement over the last. Far better then, to find a way to give my kingdom the king she deserved. Magic always has a price. If my king was willing to pay that price, who was I to deny him?

The ritual to tie a ruler to the land was not a hard one. It was a ritual that had been well used a century or two prior, before the rulers of the day found the cost of caring for their kingdom as themselves too high a price to pay & turned to more authoritarian styles of leadership. A symbolic form of the ritual, stripped of its magical essence, was still used in the coronation ceremony to this day.

Adding the essence of immortality into the ritual took more time & effort than even I had anticipated. But one cannot become an Archmage without truly mastering all branches of magic, including the necromantic arts, & rituals have always been my forte. (Indeed, it was my affinity with ritual that landed me my position over arguably more powerful Archmages, since it is the job of the Court Archmage to manage the magics of the kingdom, which has always been done via ceremony & ritual.) The key was a deepening of the bond between king & Kingdom; tying the king's life to every life under his rule. The collective Magics of the Land's life would thus sustain him, but the cost of such a connection would lie heavy on his shoulders.

Finally, the ceremony was prepared. All that was left was to offer one final warning. Not that I thought the king would heed said warning in any way. He was young, strong, arrogant, & untested by hardship. No warning would ever reach him. Only experience could do that. Still, I could not - nor would I - trap or trick him in any way. To do so would cause the doubled consequences of the binding to fall on my shoulders instead. The ritual of joining required the binding of the land be entered into freely & willingly, with sound mind & open heart. It was this very condition that prevented the last rulers to attempt to bind the kingdom to themselves before it became purely a ceremonial process to fail the ritual; for whilst they coveted the power of the land, they saw the cost of the binding on their predecessors & would not willingly pay such a price. Unfortunately my king had no such benefit of experience & truly believed in his fitness to rule forever.

"It is not too late to change your mind, my king. Remember, If your kingdom prospers, you shall prosper. But if your kingdom suffers, so too shall you suffer. The happiness of your kingdom's inhabitants shall bring you joy, & their sorrows shall be yours also."

"Such is the burden of a king," the naive sovereign replied. "Proceed, Archmage."

"Very well. I bind this land to its lord, for now, & for ever more. Let its bones be his bones, its lives give him life, its fullness be his & its many moods be his also.

"If the land falls fallow & is allowed to wither, so too shall your flesh wither.

"If the inhabitants of the land - human or animal alike - are forced to go hungry, so too shall you starve. Food shall not satisfy you until your people are once again satisfied.

"If violence is allowed to flourish within your borders, that violence shall be visited upon you.

"If your people sorrow, so too shall you sorrow, their joys shall bring you laughter, & their anger shall cause you rage.

"Every blessing visited upon the land & its inhabitants shall be yours to delight in, & every pain shall be yours to bear.

"I bind this land, its lives, & its magics, to its lord, for now, & for ever more."

It was a heavy burden I had placed on my successors, ensuring the stability an eternal kingdom & its ill-fated king, but the job of Archmage had always been to ensure the stability of magic throughout the land. Perhaps when its ruler could truly feel the consequences of any imbalance, said job might become easier after all.

As the Court Archmage, you know better than anyone that immortality comes at a cost. Whether through time magic, healing magic, necromancy, etc., any form of magically gained immortality comes with a serious drawback. However, this egotistical idiot of a king insists, and so you must obey...

[dynamitebinhire]

Need a Skip Bin in Keilor? Here’s What You Should Know

There’s something deeply satisfying about clearing out the clutter—old furniture, garden waste, that half-dismantled shed you promised you’d deal with last year. But when the pile grows and your wheelie bin just won’t cut it, it’s time to think bigger. That’s when hiring a skip bin in Keilor becomes not just a good idea—but a total lifesaver.

If you’re new to the whole skip bin thing, don’t worry. You’re not alone. Whether you’re renovating your kitchen, spring-cleaning the garage, or managing waste from a small construction project, here’s what you should know before you book a bin in Keilor.

Why People in Keilor Are Turning to Skip Bins

Keilor’s a unique suburb—peaceful yet buzzing, with families, tradies, and small businesses all living side-by-side. It’s the kind of place where people care about keeping things tidy, especially with all the beautiful parklands and leafy streets around.

But waste can build up fast. You start cleaning out the backyard, and suddenly you’ve got tree branches, broken pots, a stack of bricks, and…is that a rusted trampoline?

This is where a skip bin comes in handy. Instead of cramming things into your car and making endless trips to the tip, you can just load it all into a bin and have it taken away in one go.

Choosing the Right Size – Bigger Isn’t Always Better

One of the most common mistakes people make is ordering the wrong size bin. It’s tempting to go big “just in case,” but that can cost more than you really need to spend. On the flip side, going too small means you’ll either need a second bin or risk overloading (which no skip company wants to deal with).

As a rough guide:

2m³ is great for small cleanups—think household clutter or garden trimmings.

4m³ to 6m³ works well for minor renovations or larger garage cleanouts.

8m³+ is your go-to for big renos, moving house, or building projects.

If you’re unsure, a good skip bin company will happily help you estimate based on what you’re throwing out.

What Can You Put in a Skip Bin?

Here’s where things get a little more specific. Not everything can go into a skip bin. In Keilor (and across most of Melbourne), you can usually toss in:

General household waste

Green waste (leaves, branches, grass)

Furniture and whitegoods

Bricks, tiles, concrete (in clean fill bins)

Construction debris

But you can’t put in:

Asbestos

Chemicals or paint

Tyres and batteries

Gas bottles

Food waste (in general bins)

Always double-check the list with your provider—it’s better to be safe than face surprise fees.

Permits in Keilor – Do You Need One?

If your skip bin’s going on private property like your driveway, you’re in the clear—no permit needed. But if it needs to sit on the nature strip or the street (which often happens with narrow driveways or big bins), you’ll need a council permit.

The good news? Most bin hire companies will organise this for you. Just let them know in advance, and they’ll handle the paperwork.

Timing and Delivery – Don’t Get Caught Off Guard

In Keilor, you’ll find that many skip bin companies offer same-day or next-day delivery. That’s perfect if you’ve suddenly decided to tackle that long-postponed clean-up.

Still, it’s worth planning ahead. Weekends, holidays, and the end of the month (when everyone seems to move or renovate) can book out fast. Try to give at least a day or two’s notice to secure your preferred size and drop-off time.

Also, make sure the area where the bin will be placed is clear—no parked cars, low-hanging branches, or garden gnomes in the way.

Local Tip: Support a Local Keilor Business

There’s no shortage of skip bin companies, but choosing a local one can make a real difference. Not only do they know the area, but they’re more likely to offer flexible service, better rates, and a more personal touch. You’re not just another order—they actually care about your job getting done smoothly.

Final Thoughts

Hiring a skip bin in Keilor isn’t just about tossing rubbish—it’s about taking control of your space. Whether you’re a homeowner giving your garden a fresh start or a builder needing a reliable waste solution, a skip bin is one of those services that just makes life easier.

Remember: pick the right size, know what you can toss, get your permit sorted if needed, and go local when you can.

Your future self (and your back) will thank you.

Ready to Book? Start with a local team that knows Keilor and takes the hassle out of waste removal. Clean-up doesn’t have to be stressful—and with the right skip bin, it isn’t.

[asioworld]

Everything Know About 40A Double Pole MCB

In the world of electrical safety and protection, MCBs (Miniature Circuit Breakers) play an essential role. Whether you're setting up an electrical system for your new home or upgrading the existing one, choosing the right MCB is critical. Among the various types available, the 40A Double Pole MCB is one of the most widely used options for residential and commercial applications. This blog explores everything you need to know about the 40A Double Pole MCB, its functionality, applications, and why Asio Electricals is your trusted partner for high-quality MCB solutions.

What is a 40A Double Pole MCB?

A 40A Double Pole MCB is a type of circuit breaker designed to handle a current load of up to 40 amperes. Unlike single-pole MCBs, which interrupt only one live wire, a double pole MCB simultaneously breaks both the live and neutral wires in the circuit. This ensures complete disconnection, providing an extra layer of safety, especially in areas where electrical hazards may arise from both lines.

The "40A" indicates that the MCB can safely carry and interrupt electrical current up to 40 amps. This capacity is suitable for heavy domestic appliances, small industrial machinery, or entire circuit branches that draw a higher current load.

How Does a Double Pole MCB Work?

The functioning of a Double Pole MCB is based on both thermal and magnetic tripping mechanisms:

Thermal Tripping: This happens due to prolonged overload. When the current exceeds the rated limit for an extended period, the bimetallic strip inside the MCB bends, causing it to trip.

Magnetic Tripping: This occurs during short circuits. A sudden spike in current activates the solenoid inside the MCB, which instantly cuts off the power supply.

What makes the 40A Double Pole MCB unique is its ability to trip both lines simultaneously, effectively isolating the circuit and reducing the chances of electric shock or fire.

Applications of 40A Double Pole MCB

The 40A Double Pole MCB is versatile and can be used in various scenarios, including:

Residential Use: Ideal for protecting air conditioning units, water heaters, and other high-load appliances.

Commercial Spaces: Used in small offices, shops, or outlets where the power requirement exceeds the capacity of a single-pole MCB.

Industrial Applications: Suitable for light machinery or dedicated circuit lines in workshops or warehouses.

Backup Generators & Inverters: Ensures complete disconnection during overloads or faults.

This MCB type is especially recommended in modern electrical systems that incorporate Modular MCB Switches for Home, offering enhanced safety and convenience.

Benefits of Using a 40A Double Pole MCB

1. Enhanced Safety

By disconnecting both the live and neutral wires, the 40A Double Pole MCB offers greater protection against electric shock and fire, especially during short circuits or leakage.

2. Load Management

It helps in managing high loads efficiently without compromising on safety, making it suitable for energy-heavy appliances.

3. Ease of Installation

Modern Modular MCB Switches for Home, including the 40A Double Pole variants, are easy to install and integrate into existing distribution boards.

4. Space-Efficient Design

Despite handling higher loads, these MCBs come in compact, modular formats that save space and allow for neat electrical panel designs.

5. Durability and Reliability

High-quality MCBs from trusted brands like Asio Electricals are made with superior materials, offering long-term reliability and consistent performance under load.

Why Choose Asio for Your MCB Needs?

When it comes to choosing the right MCB, it's not just about technical specifications—it's also about trust, quality, and after-sales support. That’s where Asio Electricals stands out.

1. Trusted Brand in Electrical Safety

With years of experience and a strong reputation in the electrical industry, Asio is known for delivering products that meet global safety standards. Every 40A Double Pole MCB by Asio goes through stringent quality checks to ensure flawless performance.

2. Wide Range of Modular Solutions

Asio offers a complete range of Modular MCB Switches for Home, designed to meet diverse residential and commercial needs. Their MCBs are compatible with modern modular plates, making them ideal for new constructions and renovations alike.

3. Advanced Technology

Asio integrates advanced tripping mechanisms and fire-retardant materials into its MCBs, making them highly responsive to overloads and faults. Their MCBs provide fast disconnection and reset capabilities for ultimate convenience.

4. Customer-Centric Approach

From consultation to after-sales support, Asio Electricals is committed to ensuring that customers get the right solution for their specific needs. The brand offers detailed product documentation, installation guides, and support to simplify your decision-making.

To explore the full range of MCBs, including the 40A Double Pole MCB

Tips for Choosing the Right 40A Double Pole MCB

Check Load Requirements: Make sure your appliances or circuits demand a current of up to 40A. Installing an underrated or overrated MCB may result in false tripping or lack of protection.

Choose Branded Products: Avoid low-quality knock-offs. Opt for reputed brands like Asio Electricals for dependable performance and warranty-backed safety.

Look for Modular Compatibility: Ensure the MCB fits into your existing Modular MCB Switches for Home or distribution boards.

Get Professional Installation: Although MCBs are modular and simple to use, having them installed by a licensed electrician is always the safer choice.

Conclusion

The 40A Double Pole MCB is a critical component for ensuring electrical safety, especially in modern homes and small commercial setups. With the ability to cut off both live and neutral connections, it offers an added layer of protection that traditional single-pole breakers may not provide. When choosing your MCB, quality should never be compromised.For those looking for trusted and reliable electrical safety solutions, Asio Electricals is your go-to brand. Known for its premium-quality products and customer-focused service, Asio continues to lead the way in modular protection devices. Whether you are looking for Modular MCB Switches for Home or high-capacity breakers for commercial use, Asio has the solution you need.